Page 49 of The Dire Reaction

I shrug. “Same thing people always do in the dark I suppose.” I toss her a hungry grin. The heavy scent of bacon almost covers the smell of her arousal drifting to me. Almost. “Bet that’s why our grandparents had ten kids, no late night movies.” I’m getting a kick out of making that blush spread up her neck.

“Well,” she says quietly with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “The practicing part sure is fun.”

“Practice makes perfect.” She jumps when I give her ass a playful spank as I step past her. Pulling the plates from the cupboard, she carries the loaded pan to the table. It’s heaping with at least a dozen eggs and maybe two full pounds of cooked bacon.

I think we both eat three times what we used to. “I wonder if everyone experiences an increase in appetite?” I ask her while piling my plate high.

Her laugh is music, a light and sensuous melody. “So, you’re saying you haven’t always been so, um, voracious?” She pushes a lock of blond hair from her blushing cheek, tucking it behind her ear while taking a bite from a piece of crispy bacon.

Now it’s my turn to laugh. “I can assure you, I had many sleepless nights after I met you thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you.” Her knee is penned between my thighs, my thumb idly tracing circles around her knee while I eat. Our chairs have drifted closer with every meal, our hands rarely straying far from each other’s warmth.

“But, I was actually thinking about food, at least for that very moment.” My hand trails up her leg, my thumb buried in the tight crevasse at the top of her thigh. “And now I’m just voracious again.” I can feel the heat emanating from her, her legs quivering around my seeking fingers.

“I found a site online yesterday that has been diving into the research on this whole phenomenon.” Her voice tremors through her smile as I press against her.

“Tell me about your research.” I push her legs apart so my knees are between hers, my hand cupping her center, her tantalizing smell completely distracting me from the food cooling on my plate.

Her blue eyes drop nearly closed as her nostrils flare, her heartbeat thundering loudly enough it nearly drowns her words. “Did you know they’ve shown the dire wolf is closely related not only to the timber wolf, but to the golden jackal, also?” She rolls her hips, her body relenting to my eager strokes. “Do you know what’s interesting about both of those species?” The black pools of her eyes shrink when she focuses on me, the light blue swirling around the edges grows as she struggles to open them farther. My long strokes press against her. The damp is soaking through her jeans to meet my palm. When she bites on her lower lip, I can feel my hard cock leaking again.

“You tell me,” I coax her. Gripping the backs of her knees, I slide her up my thighs until her hips settle over mine, my engorged length pushing against her through our jeans.

She tosses her head back when my teeth find her neck, her words floating to the ceiling between her shuddering breaths. “Both of those species,” she gasps, “are one of only a handful in the entire animal kingdom—” A long moan escapes her lips when my hands find her breasts beneath her sweatshirt and lightly pinch each nipple.

“Don’t stop or I will.” My tongue finds her fluttering heartbeat that pulses beneath the tender skin of her neck. As she burrows her hands beneath the collar of my shirt, her nails digging into my shoulders, I begin to doubt I’d be able to stop if I wanted to.

“They mate for life.” Her hands grasp my jaw, tilting my chin to find my eyes with hers. “They are manically monogamous and fiercely protective of their mates.”

Is she trying to tell me more than just about wolves? My stomach feels like it’s a washcloth being wrung dry.

I know I’ve been thinking about her for months, obsessing over her for weeks. I’ve been enjoying every minute she’s been here. This past week hasn’t felt like an apocalypse; it’s felt like a dream. We hardly leave each other alone, one of us always trailing after the other.

Touching. Tasting. Embracing.

A driving hunger to be with each other.

I never felt that with Claire. She was a calm companion, each of us content in our own company.

But, with Dani, we are a tornado and a hurricane colliding, ravenous to consume the other. I want to embrace her, join her gale winds, meld into her torrents, and create a storm so powerful that no force on earth can sever our bond.

“I need you.” My voice comes out hoarse. There’s so much more I want to say, but I let my body convey my thoughts. I want to grip her so tightly my fingers absorb into her skin. Our lips meet in a devouring kiss, nipping, sucking, until we both nearly suffocate. She peels away from me, gasping, and slides from my lap. There’s not a pause before she’s flinging off her jeans, her movements hurried, frenzied.

I barely have time to unzip my jeans, freeing my throbbing cock, before she’s straddling me again. Her hips settle over me and she lowers herself in one movement.

Now, she pauses. Her body trembles around me, light panting moans escaping her pouty perfect mouth. She buries her face against my shoulder, her entire body shuddering. My belly clenches. I can feel my nuts contracting as the first small orgasms take me. I lose little spurts, even as she sits still. The quivers of her walls contracting feels so good, I just wrap my arms around her, hugging her tightly to my chest, my nose nestling into my favorite spot behind her ear.

Our pounding hearts and heavy breaths mingle and coalesce into a muting fog, clinging to us, drowning out any proof of existence beyond this moment.

Slowly, she begins to move her hips. Her shaking arms wrap around my neck, her fingers kneading my scalp as she gyrates. Rolling me within her, rotating her taut sheath around me, she’s a sultry witch stirring her bubbling cauldron, tempting me to boil over.

Small movements and sensuous rhythms brew the coil of pressure within me. My hands find her fluid hips, guiding her, confining her to stay deeply impaled on my hard length. I can feel myself bottoming out inside of her, pushing against her cervix, the head of my cock engorging and thrusting against her fluttering knot of muscles.

My mouth finds her shoulder, lips sucking at her smooth skin, teeth nipping at her straining neck. The small cries she pours against my ear send beckoning shivers into my cramping thighs which are begging to hasten the pace.

Our movements are small, yet the intensity nearly blackens my vision. Stars form behind my eyes as the slow roll of her hips drag me in a spiraling vortex within her. Tighter and tighter she squeezes me, her panting growing heavier in my ear.

“Sam,” she whispers, “come with me.” Her teeth find the soft lobe of my ear making me groan against her neck. What control I had maintained shatters as she raises her chin to the sky, arching her back. Her clit rubs on my shaft and she explodes in a soaking climax. Her tight pussy locks closed, battering my cock with her pulsing walls like a ship in a storm until I’m a tsunami flooding her with my hot seed in a crushing tide.

Spent. I am weak, my limbs heavy, my eyelids droop as I tilt my head back against the chair. Her flushed cheek meets my shoulder as her hands slide down my chest until they lay in a puddle on her lap.

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