Hidden Crimes by Emma Holly Page A

hair hanging all around us while you ride me.”
    His intensity was catching, clutching at the
soft flesh between her legs. “Where’s your bed?”
    “Opposite corner of the loft.”
    “Get me to it fast, and I’ll give you a
reward.”
    Her tone was teasing, his snarl of answer all
business. He grabbed her off her feet as only a shifter could,
zipping her across his home so quickly their surroundings blurred.
They landed on his wide platform bed with a mutual gasp for
air.
    His sheets were impractical white
silk—forgivable, considering how fine Nate’s lean body looked lying
back on them. Not wanting to ruin the fabric, Evina kicked off her
shoes.
    That done, she didn’t waste an instant
attacking his zipper.
    “God,” he said as she freed the button. She
wrenched the tab down next, careful not to clip him but quick
enough. His penis was hot and thick as she extricated it from his
jock. Lust flushed its skin darkly.
    Evina knew exactly what she wanted to do to
it.
    “Fuck,” he gasped when she slid her lips over
the hot satin of the head.
    He bucked into her, like he couldn’t control
himself, his half-clawed fingers forking through her hair. She took
him to the verge of her throat, her alpha’s command of her reflexes
able to handle pressure there. He groaned and heaved, his narrow
ass thumping on the mattress as he went up and down. Evina pressed
her forearms down on his hips. She needed strength to prevent his
writhing from jerking him out of her.
    “Ahh,” he cried as she tightened her lips
still more and sucked upward.
    Her tongue dragged a lightning circle around
his cockhead’s rim. Half dozen times she repeated this suck and
tease, knowing his most sensitive nerves would love the slick
friction. His claws tightened in her hair, his whole body straining
for more pleasure. Evina sank down once more and swallowed against
his glans.
    Fluid spurted into her throat. She wanted it,
wanted to suck him up until he was empty. Nate let out a growl that
sounded more wolf than man, every muscle in his body clenching as
he willed his ejaculation to cut short.
    Evina was impressed. Only alpha tigers could
control themselves like that.
    A second later, she found herself flipped
over and on her back beneath him. That pushed her buttons like she
wouldn’t have believed. Nate’s muscular thigh slid between her
legs, her thong absolutely useless for hiding how sopping wet she’d
grown. The noise he made when he realized this was surprisingly
like a purr. Strangely panicked, Evina pushed at his chest. She
liked what was happening too much, and the feel of him weakened
her. The force of his heartbeat shook his bones and muscles.
    “I thought you wanted me to ride you,” she
panted.
    Eyes glowing like gold flames, he lowered his
head and kissed her.
    No word existed to describe what she did but melt .
    She opened to him—mouth, arms, even her
energy seeming to part and give his access. He moaned at her and
she moaned in answer, wrapping her legs around him to hold him
close. Long delicious minutes passed while they tasted and stroked
and rubbed against each other. To her delight, wolves seemed to
like this as much as tigers. Nate managed to get her fancy bra off
without tearing it. He brought both hands up to squeeze her
breasts, using careful claws and strong fingers to tease the nerves
within her nipples. Her vaginal muscles began to flutter, though it
was difficult to say whether this was due to the stimulation or his
obvious relish for touching her.
    Because he’d curtailed the climax she’d tried
to drive him to, he was twice as wound-up now. All the while as
they writhed together, his cock trickled pre-ejaculate on her skin.
The pulse inside its hardness was wild and uneven.
    Finally, he pulled his head back and looked
at her. Feeling like she’d been faerie-struck, she touched his
quirky asymmetrical lower lip, reddened now from them feasting on
each other. The R&B he had on swelled toward a crescendo, as