15. Rowan

15

ROWAN

S he lay on her stomach, her chin cupped in her hands, watching Leith douse the flames and secure the rest of the food in a bag hanging from the tree. The bear bag wasn't necessary, considering there was a family of bear shifters within yelling distance to keep intruders away, but since this was Leith's first time camping, she wanted to make sure he knew how to do it correctly. And she liked how willing he was to learn the basics from her.

"Don't forget to stir the embers, make sure everything's out," she said, idly kicking her feet as she admired the way those heather gray sweatpants cupped his ass. How was it the man made every piece of clothing, even the ones that didn't fit, look so good? She could get used to having his kind of eye candy around. She enjoyed having him around.

Camp put to bed, he stood in front of the unzipped tent, his hands on his hips, his eyes skating over her nearly naked, recumbent body.

She rolled to her side and lazily stretched her arm over her head, arching her back and drawing his attention to her breasts. Smiling to herself, she licked her lips, admiring his stiff cock pressing against the fabric. "You planning on joining me or are you going to stand out there all night, letting the bugs in?"

Pulling his sweatshirt over his head to reveal a mouthwatering expanse of chest, he ducked into the tent and zipped it closed behind him. "Rowan," he said. He went to his knees beside her on the pile of padded moving blankets they'd hauled in from the SUV.

She rose to meet him, her hand drifting over his pectorals and following the trail of crisp hair to where it disappeared beneath his waistband. Her fingers teased the edge of his sweats as she lifted her chin and gave him a crooked smile. "Hi," she said softly.

He stared down at her with an intensity that stoked the heat in her belly, spreading its glow throughout her body. "Hi," he said, his voice a low purr that stroked over her nerve endings and made her shiver.

Wrapping a hand around her nape, he drew her up against him and kissed her. "You're so gorgeous," he rasped. "You make me want to do all sorts of bad things to you."

A flush worked its way up her neck. "Oh, yeah? Like what?" she asked, scraping her nails over the chest hair covering his pectorals. "Better yet, why don't you show me? I've always been more of a visual, kinesthetic learner."

His fingers tightened as his mouth crashed down on hers, their tongues tangling. An arm wrapped around her waist, he shifted her back onto the nest of padding and blankets she'd made, his weight settling over her.

She sighed against his lips, her thighs spreading wide as she arched against the press of his stiff length against her pussy. He rocked against her core, the pressure sending sparks down to her toes.

"You taste like chocolate and sin," he whispered, nipping his way down her neck.

She giggled at the absurdity of his compliment. "And what does sin taste like?"

His tongue circled her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, the pressure tugging at her core and making her squirm. He released her nipple with a pop and grinned at her.

"Sin has a solid kick of heat and spice, a perfect complement to the sweet." He lowered his head and gave her other nipple the same treatment. "You make my mouth water, love. I want to feast on you tonight." He slid her panties off and tossed them into a corner, kissing his way down her thighs and back up to her pussy.

Her hips arched as he swirled his tongue over her clit. "Sounds good," she gasped. "I'm game." Her voice caught as he flattened his tongue against her, the press of it pushing the tension building in her higher.

Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to the magic of his tongue as he stroked her clit, pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth, then releasing it to lick it again. Her eyes flew open to stare blindly at the thin green fabric of the tent as he slid a finger into her heat. She grabbed the blankets by her head, holding on as he coaxed her, teasing her with the slow glide of his fingers and tongue, the pressure building until she exploded, her panting moans filling the small space.

His arms flexed as he slid back up her body with a satisfied look in his eye. "Delicious," he said, licking his lips.

Her cheeks burned, and she half-heartedly smacked at his arm, her body still sparking from the orgasm. Though she wouldn't say no if he wanted to do that again. And again. But she wanted more. She needed all of him, not just his talented tongue and fingers.

She grabbed his horns, pulled his head down, and nipped his bottom lip before kissing him deeply. Meanwhile, she stretched her flexibility to its limits, hooking her toes in the waistband of his sweats, pushing them over the round globes of his ass and down his thighs, freeing his cock. Without breaking their kiss, they managed to get the sweats the rest of the way off.

With a possessive growl, he wrapped his arms around her and settled between her thighs, the stiff length of him pressing against her pussy.

Her head fell back as he rocked his hips, his hard cock gliding over her sensitive clit. "Leith," she said, a whimper escaping her.

"Tell me you want me," he said.

"You'd have to be an idiot not to realize how much I want you." She undulated her hips against him.

His voice crackled as he said, "Tell me you need me." He licked a nipple before sucking on it, the feel of it tugging on things low in her body.

"I need you." She wanted him so badly it felt like she might fall to pieces if he didn't follow through with the promise of his hard cock pressing against her. "Now."

"As my lady commands." He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of him gliding into her with such delicious slowness she thought she might scream.

Wrapping a leg around his waist, she angled her hips, gasping as his hard length filled her. He paused once he was fully in her, giving her time to adjust. But she didn't need that. She wanted him at the edge of his control, fast and hard. So she flexed her inner muscles, squeezing his dick.

His eyes widened. "Rowan," he gasped, his hips twitching.

"Drop your glamour, Leith. Let your demon come out to play," she said, giving him another squeeze, enjoying his now-black eyes glazing over with lust.

"You realize I'm always a demon," he said. His words rumbled in his chest. But he did as she asked. His peach skin darkened to a deep red, the shadows of the night creeping closer, shrouding them. Beneath her hands, his horns grew thicker and longer, curling over the back of his head.

"I do." She stroked his horns, making him groan. "And I like all of you, no matter what skin you're wearing."

His voice was soft and full of emotion when he said, "I like all of you, too."

"Well, that's good, considering we're naked, and you've got your dick in me." She wiggled her hips and grinned up at him. "But enough of this. Take me, you gorgeous demon. Take me hard and fast."

He gave her a sharp-toothed grin, his canines glittering in the dim light. "As you wish."

With a swivel of his hips, he pulled almost all the way out of her before ramming back home, the tip of his cock rubbing against the bundle of nerves deep within her.

She gasped, arching towards him. "Yes. Just like that."

His movements sped up, and with every slide of his cock, pressure coiled deep within her, pushing her higher and higher until she was barely hanging on. He slipped a hand between them, his thumb pressing against her sensitive clit.

She detonated, her inner walls clenching as she came screaming around his cock. Her grip tightened on his horns, and he joined her, shouting his pleasure as his hips pumped furiously, emptying himself into her.

They collapsed, wrapped in each other's arms and glistening with sweat.

"So gorgeous," he whispered, kissing her bare shoulder and brushing the strands of hair clinging to her face.

She rubbed a foot over his calf, the hairs tickling her skin. "You're not so bad yourself." Her skin prickled as a cool breeze found its way through the seams of the tent.

Rolling to his side, he reach behind him and pulled the unzipped sleeping bag over them, tucking it around her. She snuggled closer, resting her head on his chest, sated and content.

"You know, I think I like this camping thing." He dropped a kiss on the top of her head and wrapped her in his arms. His voice a bare whisper, he said, "I like everything with you."

He likes everything with me , she thought, a blissful smile on her face as she drifted off to sleep.