Page 65 of Only Human in Strangeville

Nimbus huffed before jumping off the bed, leaving us alone.

Anticipation chasing away the last vestiges of fatigue, I pressed my lips to Oliver’s.

Oliver’s fingers traced across my skin before gently rubbing along the borrowed shirt I was wearing. It was big enough to cover my butt, but not much longer, and I hadn’t bothered to put on underwear. Mine was all dirty.

“Davin’s shirt looks good on you,” Oliver murmured. “Maybe next time I’ll dress you up in one of mine.” His lips pressed against the bare skin of my shoulder where the shirt didn’t cover.

I shivered. “I didn’t know it was his.”

“I can smell his scent all over it. Mingles nicely with your own.” He applied a hint of teeth, and the sensation went right through my center, tingling on its way through me until it settled into a tight, needy ball of lust right in my core.

“I still can’t understand how you can be so accepting of me possibly being in a relationship with other men.”

“Mmmm, sometimes to get what you want, you have to share.” He nipped again.

I gasped, arching my back and pressing into him.

“And what is it you want?”

“Right now? To be buried in you while you cry out my name,” he replied, voice thick with lust. “In the future, for you to claim us as your mates. All of us. Our town will be stronger for it, and you will be safer.”

My brain short-circuited from Oliver’s first words, and I filed the others away for later study.

“Yeah, I think we can do that,” I murmured.

He shifted us until I was on my back, and he looked down at me. “You’re lovely.”

I grinned. “You’re a little blurry, but I’m pretty sure I remember you being exceedingly good looking.”

He snorted. “Do you want your glasses?”

“No.”

Oliver leaned over and nibbled at my neck again, while one hand slid down my side until he found the hem of the shirt.

My needy moan almost embarrassed me, but the hell with it, Oliver clearly liked it. He pulled my shirt up, and I lifted my butt so he could get it higher.

The thrill I felt as his hands caressed my ribs, then cupped my breast, chased away a lot of the fear and stress of the last few days. It would return, but for now, bliss overrode anything else.

I buried my fingers in Oliver’s hair and made encouraging noises as he worked his way down my body. I wanted him to take his time, to explore every inch of me. I also wanted him to ravage me completely right now. Since my two raging desires conflicted, I let him pick his own pace.

He scooted down so that he kneeled between my legs and shoved the shirt the rest of the way up. I raised my arms and let him tug it off over my head. Then he lowered his lips to my breast, sucking gently on my nipple and sending tingles of heat and pleasure through me. I cried out as the sensation went straight to my pussy, nearly bringing me to climax. I was soaked, the moisture slicking my legs.

Oliver bent lower, lapping gently and rumbling deep in his throat.

The sound, combined with the pleasure of his tongue against my clit, undid me and I shouted as my orgasm rippled through me.

The shade murmured happily and kept lapping. “You taste delicious, love,” he said.

I couldn’t answer, not sure what to say, and lost in the sensations he was giving me.

Oliver slid a finger inside me and curled while he sucked at my clit. The pressure of another climax built inside me, and I thrust against his face as he worked my body.

This one took a little longer, but he was patient and kept going until I crashed into another intense orgasm.

While I lay there, recovering, he shed his clothing.

“You still want this?”

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