CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

There really was something about a naked woman sitting behind you, her long legs wrapped around your waist, one arm around your neck, and her other hand sliding down your abs to your groin until she could grasp your cock and hold it tight.

Ricky let out a contented sigh as Toni kissed his neck, his shoulder. He relaxed into her, her breasts pressing against his back. Nothing had ever felt so damn comfortable before. He used to think “comfortable” meant boring, but Ricky Lee realized he was very wrong. There was nothing boring about Antonella Jean-Louis Parker.

Her leg stretched out a bit, her foot curving around until she could tuck it under his knee. She nibbled on the tendons of his neck, but he didn’t feel the instinctual need to protect them like he usually did when a She-predator got too close to that part of his body.

“You really are beautiful,” Ricky sighed out.

Toni chuckled. “I bet you say that to all the She-dogs who have hold of your dick.”

“No. I don’t.” He glanced back at her. “In fact I don’t say much.”

His motto had always been “Get in, get out, enjoy yourself while you’re there.” But with Toni, Ricky realized he enjoyed himself whether in or out.

Toni suddenly pulled away and Ricky worried he’d gone too far. She-predators didn’t like it when males got too clingy, too sentimental. It made them feel trapped. But Toni didn’t run away from him, instead she maneuvered in front of him and pushed him onto his back. Grinning, she straddled his chest and then stretched out on top of him, her knees on either side of his hips.

“I am so glad you’re with me on this trip,” she said, nuzzling under his neck, nibbling his ear. “I think it would have been so dull otherwise.”

“Nothing seems to be dull when you’re around, darlin’.”

Ricky gripped Toni around the waist and rolled her until she was beneath him. “Strange and random, maybe. Dull?” He chuckled. “Never.”

Leaning down a bit, Ricky sucked Toni’s nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking it. She groaned, her hands digging into his hair. He loved when she did that.

When he had her writhing nicely, he asked, “What do you want me to do, Toni?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Eat me.”

Ricky began working his way down Toni’s body. “Did I mention,” he asked, grinning up at her, “that I love a woman who knows what she wants . . . and ain’t afraid to demand it?”

“That’s good,” she gasped out when he nipped the inside of her thigh. “Because I can be really demanding when I want to be.”

“Just what I love to hear, darlin’. Just what I love to hear.”

Toni stretched her arms over her head, laughing as Ricky Lee flipped her over onto her stomach.

“You’re wolf-handling me!” she accused, groaning as his tongue licked up her spine.

Ricky Lee did nothing but growl at her and that’s when she felt a fang graze across her back.

“No fangs!” she ordered. “No fangs!” Toni had been around enough wolves in her life to know what fangs during sex could turn into and she had no idea if either one of them was ready enough for that level of commitment. At least not yet.

Strong, large hands gripped Toni’s hips and pulled her to her knees. Ricky entered her roughly, his fingers digging into her skin. She wished she could say she hated it, but she’d never been so turned on before in her life.

He held her like that for a long moment, buried deep inside her. He leaned into her, his breath hot against her neck.

“You’re making me crazy, darlin’.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Liar,” he whispered.

Toni stretched her entire body this time and Ricky groaned again.

“See what I mean?” he accused.

“No.” Then she tightened her pussy around his cock and that groan turned into a vicious growl.

“Damn evil female!” He sat up straight, his fingers now claws, digging deep into her hips.

Ricky pulled his cock out and pushed it back in.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Toni panted as she tried to push herself up with her arms. But a swift slap to her ass had her yipping, snarling, and coming, all at the same time. She’d never felt anything like it. And once she began coming, Ricky began fucking her harder, pounding into her, extending her orgasm as he sought his own.

It was so powerful, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t even scream. She just kept panting and hoping she didn’t pass out. She wasn’t sure she could tolerate the ego boost the wolf would get if she blacked out on him during sex when liquor wasn’t involved. So it was with some relief when she heard him roar like a lion male before dropping onto her back like a sack of really heavy laundry.

When he hadn’t move after several minutes and the tremors racking her body had stopped, Toni rammed her elbow into Ricky’s stomach until he rolled away. Took a few times, too, before he seemed to get the message.

Once Ricky Lee was flat on his back, Toni turned over and rested her head against his shoulder.

“You called me evil,” she reminded him.

“Well, you are Satan’s pet.”

Raising herself up, Toni grinned down at him. “And aren’t you glad about that?”

Ricky grinned back. “Actually . . . I really am.”

Cherise really didn’t understand how she’d let this happen. At what point had she lost control?