Page 56 of Frank's Felon
She ran a finger over one very taut nipple, circling it, drawing his eye. “Can’t it wait until morning?”
Frank moved forward, shoved the material aside and latched onto her nipple. He sucked as she wove her hands through his hair. The scent of her arousal was maddening, making him uncomfortably hard.
Oh, his female was wicked and tempting as hell. He released her nipple and captured her mouth, thrusting his tongue in fast and hard, wishing it were his cock plunging into her pussy. He drank in her taste quickly, forcing himself to withdraw before he’d lose what remained of his self-control. Damien was waiting for them; this meeting was too important to ignore.
“We have to go,” he said once he ended the kiss. He buttoned her shirt back up to the top, taking one last opportunity to pinch the still wet nipple through the fabric.
Her smile disappeared. “I thought—”
She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to. He heard the fear in her voice, smelled the bitterness of her fear polluting her unique scent, that clean, exotic blend of vanilla bean and flowers. “I assure you, he’s waiting for us.”
“He said that?”
“I know Damien.” Or he used to. He didn’t know what Damien was thinking lately, and taking Delilah back was a risk, but Damien had never failed a pack member. Until Frank. That was a separate issue. Delilah was Tess’s sister. Damien wouldn’t fail Tess—that was a certainty.
“I don’t want to cause trouble,” Delilah said as he took her hand and headed to the path that would take them directly to Damien’s house.
“You aren’t.”
“What I said earlier, about you hiding your feelings from Damien. . . and my lying to Tess. . .”
Delilah was meeting Frank head on these days, no longer averting her eyes. His Delilah was strong inside, but she was still questioning herself. “You made choices in your past. I don’t think Tess will condemn you for any of them. And if she does, then––”
Delilah ground to a halt and threw her hands on her hips, a fiercely protective look on her face. Hell, she was sexy when she was mad. He was still hard from earlier, and this wasn’t going to ease his cock.
“Don’t you dare say screw her. That’s my sister and I won’t let anyone talk that way about her, even you.”
Frank scrubbed his face, trying to work his way through all his emotions, the logistics, the damned tangled mess this was quickly becoming. Delilah was right to put him in his place. He shouldn’t be thinking so negatively about Tess, but he couldn’t help it. Seeing Delilah scared had a way of twisting him up inside, making him crazy that he couldn’t eliminate her suffering. She shouldn’t be so afraid of her own sister’s reaction, but she was. He wished Delilah could see how courageous, how loyal a sister she’d been, and how she hadn’t done anything wrong, at least not according to shifter ways. Maybe some of her guilt was a product of living in the human world, being surrounded by humans and their values and losing sight of how a pack—a functional pack—worked.
Frank drew her in for a kiss, the need to calm her, maybe even reassure himself, too overwhelming to ignore. The way she opened to him and let him taste her—unreserved, eager, willing—lit his soul and fueled his desire for her. His cock pulsed in his jeans. Forget what he said earlier. Damien could wait. Frank needed to feel Delilah against him, to know she was his.
Delilah’s hands smoothed over his pecs, wrapping around to his back as she pressed her mound against his growing erection. Apparently his female needed him as much as he needed her.
“Down, now,” Frank said, his voice as heavy as his cock.
“Here?” she asked, with a lightness to her voice he hadn’t heard in a while. She responded well to him, but she had yet to realize that he was nothing without her.
“All fours.”
Instead of getting on the ground as ordered, his coy shifter popped open the button to his jeans and licked her lips. Torturously slowly, she lowered his zipper all the while running that cute pink tongue of hers over her upper lip. Frank didn’t think he could get harder, but the moment she stroked his length and freed his cock, he was on her, capturing that devilish tongue of hers between his teeth as she gripped his cock.
He sucked on her tongue until she gripped his balls slightly harder than he expected, causing him to open his mouth and release her. Then she slid down his body. He went from pain to ecstasy as she licked his shaft. Delilah was taking control, licking around the head of his shaft, and then drawing him in, wickedly slowly, inch by inch. She enjoyed teasing him, getting him beyond worked up.
Heat spread through him, and he knew it was his fear of losing her that caused him to pull out of her mouth and spin her around. With his hand splayed between her shoulder blades, he pushed her down until she was on all fours, her fine ass facing him. With one nudge from him, her legs parted. When he flipped her skirt up and saw her naked pussy on display, without even a thin pair of panties to hide her, he growled. Even though it was commonplace for female shifters to go without underwear, just like the males, he didn’t like her going without when there were other males about.
“You are mine, Delilah. Say it.”
“I can’t.”
Anger tore through him. She had given her body to him, but still held a part of her locked away. Despite how close they’d grown, nothing had changed. She couldn’t fully open up to him, and he was beginning to worry she might never be able to.
“You gonna fuck me or what?” she asked, peering at him over her shoulder.
Frank lowered her skirt and backed away.
“You’re not going to leave me all needy like this, Frank.”
“I want all of you, Del.”
