Psy & Changelings 11 - Tangle of Need

pleasurable deliberation. “Queen,” he grit out, fingers digging into her hips, “doesn’t seem enough.”
    “Sweet talker.” His lover’s nails made tiny half-moon crescents on his thighs, her breathing ragged, her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward in sensual display.
    Growling, he reached around to close his hands over the plump mounds. “Do what you will.”
    She moved on him, squeezing and releasing, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Flicking one taut nipple in a way that always made her clench around him, he slid a hand down to fondle and tease the slippery nub of her clitoris.
    “Riaz!” She spasmed around him in a burst of molten pleasure that ripped a scream out of her. But when she tried to ride him to completion, he dropped his free hand to grip her thigh, halting her.
    “You’re my toy, remember?” This wasn’t just about sex, and he wouldn’t allow her to forget it.
    “Then play with me.” She turned her face to demand a kiss.
    Pleased at her trust, he gave her that kiss, and more, petting and caressing and indulging before he dropped his hand to her clit again. Playing with the hard little bundle of nerves until she was grinding her body against him in wild need, her breasts heavy and sensitive to his every touch, he took hold of her hips.
    “Slow”—he lifted her off his cock, teeth clenched against the need topound—“and deep”—he slid her back down to her long, hot moan—“and so wet.”
    This time he lifted her until the head of his cock popped out. Pushing past her passion-swollen entrance made her come around him, her muscles clamping down in feminine demand. Hands rising to squeeze her breasts, he thrust deep, riding out the hot pulses of her pleasure. But he couldn’t come, not yet. Kissing her nape, he stroked his hands down her body to push her gently forward.
    Ending up on her forearms, she shot him an amber-eyed look over the shoulder he’d bitten, her eyes hazy. That’s how he wanted her today. Pleasured and marked and knowing exactly who held the reins. Because while Adria was a dominant, she couldn’t be one in this bed. It would never work, not for either of them.
    Fisting his hand lightly in her hair, he held her gaze as he pulled out, thrust again. And again. And again. Until she screamed and orgasmed so hard around him that her entire body trembled. Only then did he surrender, the orgasm all but ripping him in two.
    HAVING left Naya with Lucas at the Chinatown office, Sascha glanced at the jaguar who’d driven her up when he brought the SUV to a stop near the den at around a quarter to six that night. “I think,” she said, “we all agree I no longer need a bodyguard here.” It was an implied question.
    “It’s not about trust,” Vaughn responded. “It’s about showing strength. Our alliance doesn’t change the fact that we’re two predatory changeling packs.”
    Sascha felt her lips curve into a rueful smile. “Just when I think I know everything there is to know about changelings.”
    The amber-blond male wasn’t one of the more tactile sentinels, his reserve part of his nature, but now he rubbed his knuckles against her cheek. “Don’t worry, we won’t take back your pack membership.”
    Laughing at the sly feline humor, she got out of the vehicle, her telepathic senses alerting her to the fact they were being watched the en-tire way to the den. Another show of strength, a quiet reminder thatSnowDancer had its lethal reputation for a reason. Lara met them at the entrance, her corkscrew curls in a ponytail, the pale lemon yellow of her shirt skimming the curves of her body. “It’s good to see you.” The healer embraced Sascha with a warmth that was genuine.
    “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to make it earlier.” An issue had arisen with a juvenile, something she’d had to handle in her position as mate to the alpha. “The spike in Alice’s level of consciousness?”
    “Slight but holding.” Stepping back, Lara smiled at Vaughn, the fox brown of her gaze warm in the way of healers—of all the people in a pack, they were the only ones who had no trouble interacting with, or being welcomed by, other packs, even those who might otherwise be the enemy. “Hello, Vaughn. How’s Faith?”
    “She wanted me to thank you for the photos you sent.”
    Lara waved away his words. “She saved the lives of those pups with her prediction—she’s got a claim on them now.”
    A quiet nod from Vaughn.
    “Do you