Chapter 163
Michael POV
I have Shawna pushed up against the wall inside the elevator, our mouths tangled together. She's practically out of control. I an hear her heart pounding rapidly. Her arms are around my neck, her fingers tugging at my hair. Our tongues are tangled in a feverish kiss, and her legs come up to wrap around my waist. I hold her in place so she won't fall, then back us out of the elevator when the door opens. We are still attached, her clinging to me as I walk down the hall to our room. "I need to set you down," I say as I pull back. "I need to get our room key out of my pocket." Shawna's wolves eyes are pushing forward, the amber and blue fighting for control. With a sigh, she drops her legs to the floor and I pull the key from my back pocket, while simultaneously pulling her back into my body, our mouths fusing together once again.
I open the door and push her inside the room, kicking the door shut behind us. Shawna is ripping her shirt over her head and kicking off her boots. I do the same and then pick her up and carry her to the bed. I lay her down and climb on top of her, her arms coming around me, her nails scraping my back muscles. We are kissing again, tearing the remainder of our clothes from each other. My fingers find her center, coaxing her until she's bucking under my hand. I pull my hand back before she can climax and she bites my lip. "Why did you stop?" she whines.
"Because I'm not done with you," I tell her with a grin, nipping her chin. I trail kisses down her throat and then to her chest, pulling a tuaght nipple between my teeth. Shawna moans, tossing her head back and forth as I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock. I reach down between us and grab my dick, rubbing it in her juices but not penetrating.
"Please Michael," she pants. I move to her other nipple, ignoring her plea for the moment. She's becoming frenzied, her pent up tension making her ready to explode like a cork being removed from champagne bottle. "Goddess," she whispers out.
"Tell me what you want Shawna," I breath out as I remove my mouth from her nipple and blow air on it. She bucks her hips and my tip inches inside her for just a second. "Tell me," I say again, more sternly this time. I climb up to her collarbone, licking and sucking as I go.
"Ohhhh," she moans out, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Michael," she pants.
"Yes love," I say with a smirk as I bring my mouth to the corner of hers. "Tell me."
"Please," she pants again. "Please, fuck me." My wolf growls, his resolve gone long ago as the scent of her arousal permiates the room. I plunge my cock inside her, her muscles clamping down on it so hard that I almost cum right then and there.
"Fuck," I growl as I hold back. Then I begin to move slow, Shawna still bucking under me like I"m torturing her with my slow movements.
Suddenly she grabs my ass and bucks up hard, her eyes opened and focused on me. "Michael, I love you and I appreciate that you are trying to give me a release of epic proportions here, but if you don't start moving now, I'm going to take over." My eyes go wide at her bold statement. In that case, I think to myself, I flip us over so she's on top.
"Have me however you want," I tell her, slamming upward into her as hard as I can. She sits up tall, and rides my cock harder than she ever has. She's feverish and sweaty, her hair clinging to her neck, damp with perspiration. I slam up into her with every down thrust, my cock hitting the back of her cervix with such intensity that I worry I'm going to hurt her. She doesn't seem concerned and after a few more hard slams up into her wet pussy, she leans back her head and screams my name as she comes undone. The walls of her core clenching around me are enough to send me into a climax like I've never felt, my whole body tensed and shaking with release. Panting, she falls forward, her forehead resting on my chest.
"That was," she breaths out, "exactly what I needed." I chuckle softly as I stroke my hands up and down her back, my fingers finding strands of her hair to play with.
"Are you okay?" I ask her after a few minutes. We've both leveled out our breathing, our bodies slick with sweat and the room smelling like sex.
"I'm so much better," she giggles. "That was hot." She kisses my pec and then raises up to look at my face. I slip out of her as she pushes herself up to kiss me on the lips. "I needed that. Now I'm going to shower, and then we call my sister and Clint." She hops out of bed and starts walking towards the bathroom. "Are you joining me or not?" she says over her shoulder. I don't need to be told twice. I hop out of bed and practically chase her into the shower, my cock already hard again and ready for a round in the shower.
As we stand there waiting for the water to warm, I pull her into my arms and kiss her. When I pull back, she gasps. She sees my back in the mirror where she has clearly left her mark. "Oh my, I'm sorry. Does it hurt?" She has one hand pressed to her lips.
"It's fine, it will be healed up in an hour," I pull her into the shower and force her gaze to mine. "Look here. Never apologize for what you do to me in the heat of the moment. You were amazing, my sexy little mate. Never hold back with me. I'm going to love you no matter what, forever." I push her back against the cool tile and kiss her again. "Now, can you handle me inside you again?" She nods and then kisses me with unbridled abandon. I pull her legs up, and hold her against the wall, then slide my cock inside her. We move against each other, murmurings of love and adoration. In that moment, we are the only two people in the world. I just wish I could keep her happy like this all the time, sated and forgetful of the ugliness outside the walls of where we are.