Page 15 of The Lamb and the Llama
She was falling apart in his arms, her thighs growing weak as she panted and moaned in his ear. He made sure to keep her wrapped around him to let her ride out every pulse her orgasm produced. She screamed his name, and that was all it took for him. He released as she continued to ride out her third crescendo from her initial orgasm. All too suddenly, she screamed a profanity and then rested her head on his shoulder, spent from giving him as much as he was giving her. And then, all too soon, she was sliding down his body and adjusting her clothes.
“We should head home. Do you mind dropping me off at my car?” she asked as she unlocked the door to the bathroom.
“I can, but I was hoping we could spend some more time together.”
“Not too sure about having another drink here. The last one really got my head spinning for a while.”
“How about a run through the woods? It’s been ages since I’ve been able to let loose. Plus, consider this run part of the recon—we can check out the forest behind the pub.”
“You do have a point. And I haven’t run through the woods in a while either. It’d be fun, for sure.”
The two exited the bar after paying for their drinks. They then darted behind the pub and walked into the deeply wooded area to strip themselves of their clothing. He kicked off his shoes, quickly, desperate for a chance to run freely. His fingertips surged with an excited heat as he began unbuttoning his shirt. He heard a ruffling of clothing coming from where she was changing. Her back was facing him, and he thanked God for the glorious view of her gorgeous glutes. So shapely and so sexy. All he wanted to do was reach out and cup them in his hand. She turned to face him, and a tinge of red began to form on her cheeks.
“Like what you see?”
He hoped there wasn’t any drool sliding down the side of his mouth, because that would be thoroughly embarrassing.
“Very much so.”
She gave him a devilish smile. “Last one to the stream pays for drinks tomorrow when we’re with Stan and Gregor,” she said before she shifted into her lamb and galloped through the forest.
Richard broke out into a smile as he stepped out of his boxers and shifted into his llama. In a matter of seconds, he was beside her, running through the forest, weaving in and out of the path of trees. The wind whipped through his fur, giving him a sense of freedom he hadn’t known since his senior year of college. This woman made him feel like a kid again, and while doing normal shifter things that he probably would have done if he wasn’t such a work addict. Sure, work was important to him, and during his late twenties, he’d buckled down to get the promotion for the job he was in now. What adult didn’t want to be taken seriously at work to get the paycheck they deserve? But during all of that time, he knew he was trading in his carefree lifestyle for that of an old fuddy-duddy and bitter man.
She was whipping past a boulder now, and her fluffy platinum-colored wool glistened in the patch of moonlight showing through a small clearing in the trees. Even her lamb was gorgeous! He felt a smile forming, and for the second time since he’d met Amira, he was allowing himself to feel happiness. The woman made him smile. He hadn’t done that in far too many years, and that reason alone made him hope that she’d stay with him.
The stream was coming up on them, and Richard couldn’t help but hold himself back a bit. He wanted her to win. She hit the water with a dainty splash before turning to see him standing by the shore. The glimmer of excitement in her eyes said it all. She, too, hadn’t had a romp in the forest in a while either. He was happy he’d suggested it. He walked into the water before he swam to her and grazed her forehead with his.
Richard let out a low growl as desire radiated through him.
“Let’s make love again,” he whispered in her ear before he shifted into his human form and waded into the shallower end of the brook.
She quickly shifted back into her human form and swam toward him, and before he took in his next breath, she wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her lips to his. That was fucking hot as hell. This woman knew what he liked, and this was only the first, well, technically, the second time they were together. Sure, he’d promised himself she deserved more when they left the pub bathroom, but in his defense, this was different. No one could walk in on them. And if that happened, they could shift back into animal form and hightail it out of there before any human knew better.
Her lips were grazing his chin before they began sucking and nipping his neck. That was beyond fucking amazing to him, and God how he wished he didn’t have rapid shifter healing! It was the first time he’d ever wanted to wear a hickey marking from a mate, and with pride. Never in his life had he thought that was an appropriate thing to show off at work. Never.
That was probably another reason why he didn’t get along with a lot of the shifters at work if he was being honest with himself. Many of them wore the remnants of their mate’s mark openly at work. He never understood the reason until now. The mark was like the human’s engagement or wedding band. You wore it with pride to tell others you belonged to someone. And right now, all he wanted to do was wear her surface marks with pride at the office. Was that really asking for too much? Well, of course, it was.
Her hungry kisses were trailing down the column of his chest and getting furiously close to his stomach. Once she nipped the section of his chest leading to his “V,” he arched his back, giving her complete reign over whatever she wanted to do to his cock. Because he seriously wouldn’t complain. And especially as she took his length into her hand, balls first, before stroking his length and then wrapping her lips around his tip. He let out a loud growl of approval—what man wouldn’t? Those lips around his cock were power. He’d submit to anything she wanted. No question she was in control right now, and he would never want it any other way.
GOD! The things she was doing to his dick! Sucking, playing, fondling, nibbling, and licking, too? The woman was eager to please him. He gazed into her dark, lustful eyes and felt heat bubbling in his core. This was all too much for him. He knew he couldn’t hold off his orgasm for much longer.
“Baby, I’m gonna come soon.”
He figured he should warn her in case she didn’t want to take in his essence. Most women didn’t in his experiences.
Yet, she continued her assault on his member like it really was hers to do with what she pleased. He didn’t have a problem with that until he realized just how much she was turning him on. He’d shoot a triple wad if she didn’t stop.
He grasped her shoulders.
“Baby, I’m gonna come.”
He didn’t think she understood.
She pulled herself from his cock, and heat instantly left him.
“I’m sorry! I was holding out for as long as I could.”
She cupped his chin with her forefinger and thumb—an action he never experienced from a woman before.
