Page 31 of Frank's Felon
“Keep your cock away from my pussy. I’m leaving soon so I don’t want to get pregnant. Understand?”
He needed to start carrying condoms if today was any sign of how their relationship would progress. “Any other restrictions?”
“One. You give me a two-minute head start. If you can catch me, shifter, you can take your fill,” she said, her voice breathy, deep, so sexy his cock throbbed almost to the point of being painful. A test. This was a test. If he failed her, he’d lose her. Permanently, and he wouldn’t risk that.
“Now turn around,” she ordered.
He did as ordered. A moment later, he heard the rustling of her clothing and the skittering of dirt beneath her feet. Then her feet pounded the ground as she ran.
A chase! What every male shifter enjoyed more than fucking itself. . . a chase to capture his female, make her submit, and then fuck the hell out of her. How was he going to keep himself reined in, especially now that his wolf was wide awake and eager to subdue and claim her? This female was going to be the death of him.
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DELILAH
Delilah was playing with fire, and she knew it. She had planned it. Not wearing underwear had been the first step in tempting this guard whose eyes rarely left her. Two days ago, he had said he cared about her, and then he had left her standing on the trail alone while he disappeared into the woods. Each time she asked someone where she could find him, they said he was on guard duty. No one had forty-eight hours straight of guard duty. It simply wasn’t done, except in desperate times. And this pack wasn’t desperate. Frank had been avoiding her.
She had tried following his scent trail once, but it crisscrossed all over the territory. One trail led her to a house with an adorable little girl with dark hair and dark eyes, the spitting image of her very pregnant mother. Delilah had spied on them longer than she should have, sitting back and enjoying watching the two together, reading. She was glad to see they stressed education here, unlike in her own pack.
As Delilah ran through the forest, with her two-minute lead quickly dwindling, she pictured herself holding a little girl, reading to her, with Frank approaching from behind to kiss her on the back of her neck. It was a dream, a fantasy that felt less far-fetched as his howl rocked the woods, warning her that he’d have her soon.
She hadn’t bothered to shift. He would catch her quickly in either form, and she didn’t want to shred the clothing she had borrowed. Had it been Tess’s clothing, she wouldn’t have cared, given how many outfits of hers Tess had ‘borrowed’ in her teenage years. But this outfit belonged to another woman, and Delilah had promised herself that she wouldn’t steal or do anything to the members of this pack to screw things up for Tess.
A hand covered her mouth from behind. Instincts kicked in and Delilah bit into the flesh and tasted blood.
“I see you do like it rough,” Frank said from behind.
Too caught up in her thoughts, she had forgotten about him long enough for him to catch her. She hadn’t even had a chance to tease him further, to make him work at catching her.
Frank lifted her and threw her over his shoulder like some Neanderthal. Delilah swatted his naked ass. “Put me down!”
“Keep hitting me, Del. You’re only making me harder.”
She needed to focus. This was her idea, to have some fun before she left. Delilah dug her nails into his back, raising welt. Within seconds, her back hit the ground, hard, and Frank was ripping the skirt and shirt from her.
“What are you––”
He held her down by her shoulders, his face inches from her. “One day, Del, you will be mine, fully mine.”
A slight waver of fear went through her as he pushed her legs apart. She couldn’t afford to get pregnant. Not on the run as she was. “You promised.”
“Did I?” he said, one eyebrow arching.
A surge of panic rose from within as she scrambled to remember her words, to see if she had left him any loopholes. She hadn’t. But he hadn’t exactly agreed. Before she could remind him of the terms, his head pushed between her legs and his tongue swept through her folds with one languid, decadent maneuver. Another swipe followed until he found her clit and swirled his tongue around it. Her muscles were shuddering in her lower half as the intensity of his touch increased. Then he pulled away and looked at her, his mouth wet with her juices. The grin on his face was sublime, as if he was just getting started.
“You’re mine, Del. You can no longer deny it.”
“Not yours,” she said as he buried his face between her thighs once more, and she grabbed handfuls of his thick hair, holding him there. His rough beard added an edge of danger, like Frank himself.
As he drew her clit between his lips and clamped down, two fingers entered her and began pumping, fast and hard. It wasn’t enough. She wanted him filling her, stretching her while his body covered her, protected her. Fire spread through her, rising to new heights, only to fall again as his fingers left her. . . and dipped lower. He circled her rim three times, mirroring what his tongue was doing with her clit. Then one finger was in her.
She felt good, really good, as his finger slid in, rotated outward and repeated again and again with a lulling motion that had her entire body seeking more of his touch. Her mind conjured the image of Frank behind her, thrusting into her hard and fast as he had promised. Her pussy quivered and not just from his skilled mouth. She wanted him to take her, use her, own her, but mostly to be there for her when she fell apart, to lift her up again and help protect her from the world.
A second finger slid into her backside. He’d use her if she let him, and right now she wanted to let him. She wanted wicked and dirty, except it didn’t feel wicked with Frank. It felt like Frank, unabashed, brazen, presumptive even, but not wicked, not in the least.
His mouth on her combined with his fingers in her ass felt so good, freeing, yet not enough. She lifted her hips and ground against his face. A tiny nip of his teeth sent her over that edge. Her back arched as her thighs clamped against his head and her walls tightened against a cock that wasn’t there. It was the basis of her life. Something was always missing. She had Frank, ready and willing to take her, and yet she couldn’t let him. She’d be leaving soon.
His head lifted, shiny with her juices, but that grin of his. . . Oh, he looked so happy, so pleased with himself. The border guard who liked to bark orders and rarely smiled was smiling now, for her. A third finger entered her ass, which felt slightly uncomfortable and very tight. He rotated his fingers, hitting every nerve back there. She arched, pushing onto him. His grin widened.
