Heat surged through me, moistening my panties.
“This is overdue.” He gently bit the other nipple. “Do you know how many times I lie in my bed listening to you moan and hear the hum of your vibrator?”
“No.” I kissed his brand. “Is that why you keep breaking my vibrators?”
“Yes,” he hissed. “And because you and your body belong to me.”
I sighed, pulling away. “If we have sex tonight, it’s just a one-time thing.”
“Fine,” he mumbled.
“I’m serious.” I targeted his eyes.
A thunderous growl shot from his throat. The skin on his face pushed forward as if something inside him was clawing its way out. His beast.
I jumped back.
“Does your beast understand this is a one-time deal?” I asked.
“Of course not. If it was up to him, you’d be chained to my bed post.”
The blanket moved as his hands slid between my thighs.
“Wait, MeShack. We shouldn’t—”
His fingers dove inside my panties. A lusty heat rushed between my legs. I moaned, my mind in a daze, as he stroked the area.
“My mate,” he purred. I put my hands to his arm. His muscles flexed under my touch.
I barely caught my breath as his finger entered me.
“I love you,” he whispered.
I arched into his huge hand, taking pleasure in his calloused fingers as they glided between me. So good. I moaned, licking my lips. Pleasure exploded within me. He continued to thrust his finger in and out. His mouth went back to my breast, licking around my nipple and then sucking it hard.
I let my head fall back and moaned, “MeShee.”
“Gods, I’ve missed hearing that.”
I couldn’t wait anymore. I tugged at the top of his briefs, wanting to touch the one thing I’ve missed so much this year. It would be hard and ready to satisfy any desire for as long as it took.
The phone in the kitchen rang. I froze, wondering who it was. It rang again. Zulu’s face flashed in my mind.
Can it be him? Who else would call this late?
I cursed under my breath, sliding away from MeShack’s fingers.
“Don’t answer it.” MeShack held onto my legs, hissing.
“It could be an emergency.” I climbed out of bed, shrugging off the torn shirt.
“It better be, or someone’s going to die.”
The area between my legs ached for MeShack’s touch as I stepped away.
The phone continued to ring. I raced out of the room.
“You have one minute to see who it is or I’m taking you on the kitchen floor,” MeShack said.
“That’s so romantic. You should write poetry.” I turned around and spotted him, standing in my bedroom doorway.
His briefs stretched over his length, barely able to contain it.
Damn. I picked up the phone’s earpiece, pushed the display monitor. “Hello?”
Zulu’s face appeared on the screen. His blond locks were pulled back. A white towel hung around his neck.
“I’ve been calling you on your cell phone and you haven’t picked up,” he said.
“I don’t have the phone you gave me. I dropped it.”
“I know. Ray was supposed to deliver it to you.” Zulu stopped talking for a second and lifted his head. “Are you naked? It doesn’t look like anything is on your shoulders.”
“What?” I pushed the phone’s camera up so he couldn’t see any more. “No. I have a . . . tube top on.”
“Who is it?” MeShack asked.
I ignored him.
“When you see Ray, tell him to call me. He hasn’t been answering his phone,” Zulu said.
“What’s that smell?” I heard MeShack ask. I shrugged my shoulders, glanced back, and spotted him holding his nose in the air. What is he doing? He bent down by the couch and picked up the cushions, smelling each one and then flinging it in the air.
“Is something wrong?” Zulu asked.
I turned to the screen. “No.”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yes.”
Our eyes met. An awkward silence passed. I cleared my throat. “Well, it’s late, so I’ll talk to you later.”
“I wanted to ask you something,” he said.
“Go ahead.”
“I received an
“This is overdue.” He gently bit the other nipple. “Do you know how many times I lie in my bed listening to you moan and hear the hum of your vibrator?”
“No.” I kissed his brand. “Is that why you keep breaking my vibrators?”
“Yes,” he hissed. “And because you and your body belong to me.”
I sighed, pulling away. “If we have sex tonight, it’s just a one-time thing.”
“Fine,” he mumbled.
“I’m serious.” I targeted his eyes.
A thunderous growl shot from his throat. The skin on his face pushed forward as if something inside him was clawing its way out. His beast.
I jumped back.
“Does your beast understand this is a one-time deal?” I asked.
“Of course not. If it was up to him, you’d be chained to my bed post.”
The blanket moved as his hands slid between my thighs.
“Wait, MeShack. We shouldn’t—”
His fingers dove inside my panties. A lusty heat rushed between my legs. I moaned, my mind in a daze, as he stroked the area.
“My mate,” he purred. I put my hands to his arm. His muscles flexed under my touch.
I barely caught my breath as his finger entered me.
“I love you,” he whispered.
I arched into his huge hand, taking pleasure in his calloused fingers as they glided between me. So good. I moaned, licking my lips. Pleasure exploded within me. He continued to thrust his finger in and out. His mouth went back to my breast, licking around my nipple and then sucking it hard.
I let my head fall back and moaned, “MeShee.”
“Gods, I’ve missed hearing that.”
I couldn’t wait anymore. I tugged at the top of his briefs, wanting to touch the one thing I’ve missed so much this year. It would be hard and ready to satisfy any desire for as long as it took.
The phone in the kitchen rang. I froze, wondering who it was. It rang again. Zulu’s face flashed in my mind.
Can it be him? Who else would call this late?
I cursed under my breath, sliding away from MeShack’s fingers.
“Don’t answer it.” MeShack held onto my legs, hissing.
“It could be an emergency.” I climbed out of bed, shrugging off the torn shirt.
“It better be, or someone’s going to die.”
The area between my legs ached for MeShack’s touch as I stepped away.
The phone continued to ring. I raced out of the room.
“You have one minute to see who it is or I’m taking you on the kitchen floor,” MeShack said.
“That’s so romantic. You should write poetry.” I turned around and spotted him, standing in my bedroom doorway.
His briefs stretched over his length, barely able to contain it.
Damn. I picked up the phone’s earpiece, pushed the display monitor. “Hello?”
Zulu’s face appeared on the screen. His blond locks were pulled back. A white towel hung around his neck.
“I’ve been calling you on your cell phone and you haven’t picked up,” he said.
“I don’t have the phone you gave me. I dropped it.”
“I know. Ray was supposed to deliver it to you.” Zulu stopped talking for a second and lifted his head. “Are you naked? It doesn’t look like anything is on your shoulders.”
“What?” I pushed the phone’s camera up so he couldn’t see any more. “No. I have a . . . tube top on.”
“Who is it?” MeShack asked.
I ignored him.
“When you see Ray, tell him to call me. He hasn’t been answering his phone,” Zulu said.
“What’s that smell?” I heard MeShack ask. I shrugged my shoulders, glanced back, and spotted him holding his nose in the air. What is he doing? He bent down by the couch and picked up the cushions, smelling each one and then flinging it in the air.
“Is something wrong?” Zulu asked.
I turned to the screen. “No.”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Yes.”
Our eyes met. An awkward silence passed. I cleared my throat. “Well, it’s late, so I’ll talk to you later.”
“I wanted to ask you something,” he said.
“Go ahead.”
“I received an
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