Sex Kitten

RHIANNON

He pulls me into the service hallway quickly and starts frantically opening the doors that line the hall. When he finds a room he likes, he pulls me inside and slams me against it as he locks it.

I register that we’re in a small storage room before his mouth attacks mine.

The kiss is wild, filled with pent-up lust and frustration. I’m pinned against the wall, his hardness pushing into my abdomen. He threads his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck.

I can feel him in the kiss; he is feverish and crazed, but there is also love there. He massages, explores, and caresses my mouth.

Through his rough movements, there is a tenderness that I can feel in the softness of his hand. It can’t decide where to be, so it roams my body.

He suddenly lifts me and I don’t hesitate to wrap my legs around him. He runs the hand on my neck down my body, stopping at the hem of my dress.

When our eyes meet, I can see him fighting for control. His hand trails my leg, under my dress, as he meets my hot, wet, unclothed center.

He pushes his forehead against mine and lets out a sound I’ve never heard from him before.

It is a deep, rumbling growl mixed with a moan. The sound makes my core ache, desperate for him.

“You really aren’t wearing panties.” His eyes pinch shut and he looks like he’s in pain.

He pushes his lips against mine while he grinds his straining bulge into me.

He sets me down, never breaking the kiss, and unbuckles his belt. When he pulls back again, I watch his swollen, red lips pull in a haggard breath.

Between us, his length jerks. He’s always large, but right now, he looks menacing. His angry length is pulsating and demanding release.

He picks me up again and slides into me in one quick motion. My center clenches around every thick inch. We both let loud, desperate cries fall from our lips before he clamps his hand over my mouth.

“We have to be quiet, baby,” his voice shakes as he tries to focus on anything other than the throbbing.

He pulls his hips back then snaps them forward. He is so deep inside me I want to scream. The pace he’s set is brutal. He’s hammering into me, snapping his hips roughly.

It only takes a minute to feel myself starting to clench around him. Sweat is accumulating on his brow, his face a mixture of pleasure and concentration.

“We are never doing anything like that stupid bet again. Fuck,” he grits out in a rough whisper.

He pulls one of my legs up, over his shoulder so he can reach even deeper, thrust even harder. My hands grip his shoulders so tightly I may rip his shirt.

The burning coil in my stomach snaps and I tighten around him as I scream into his hand. I’m hit with wave after wave of crippling pleasure. My body jerks, every muscle clenching.

“Fuck, angel,” he sounds delirious.

He continues thrusting manically until a loud groan leaves his lips and he empties himself deep between my legs.

We both stay completely still, frozen for a moment. We’ve obviously had sex before, but this was so incredibly intense that I can’t think straight.

He pulls out of me and I wince at the sudden emptiness I feel.

“Fuck,” his voice is low and hoarse, “this was supposed to help me through the rest of this party. It’s backfiring. I want you again.”

“Then have me again.”

He growls as he sets me on my feet and spins me around. “Put your hands on the wall.”

When I do as I’m told he hikes up my dress, holding it up over my waist. Normally, I would be embarrassed to be so exposed this way, but I feel safe with him.

Desire and adrenaline are coursing through my veins. He rubs his hands over my ass before gripping it greedily.

He slams into me and stills. His thrusts are calculated, his rhythm is a perfect mixture of speed and force. He slides in deeply at an agonizing pace, then pulls out slowly.

He moves like this until I realize that fire is starting to burn in my belly. My whole body clenches and I whimper. He speeds up slightly and I can’t handle it.

I’m hit so suddenly that it knocks the air from my lungs. Whimpers and moans fall from my lips as my legs shake.

Just as I think I’m going to collapse, he reaches around my stomach, holding me up, my back pressed to his chest.

He holds me there like a rag doll while he thrusts into me. His speed is inhuman, drilling into me so fast that I can hardly catch a breath.

He attacks my mark, leaving hot, wet kisses over it that send shock waves right through me.

“Oh my God, Isaac, please.” I’m not sure what I’m begging for.

“I want another one, angel,” he growls out. “Nothing in this world feels as good as your tight pussy squeezing me as you come.”

He kisses my mark again and my body trembles. “Fuuuuck,” he moans loudly.

“Isaac,” I scream as he covers my mouth with his hand again.

“Shit, I’m—” his voice is cut off by a moan. His body shakes behind me, his release filling me.

“If I set you down, will you be able to stand?”

I can’t help but laugh. “I’m not sure.”

He sets me on my feet and my legs wobble, but I remain vertical.

“Oh my God, Isaac, look at us!” We are both sweaty and disheveled. I can’t imagine what my eye makeup looks like.

“Here.” He steps forward and gently dabs around my eyes with his pocket square. “You’re perfect.”

I pull my hair from my sticky neck and straighten out my dress. Luckily, this material doesn’t wrinkle.

After a few quiet moments of fixing one another, he pulls the door open.

As we step into the service hallway, I sigh, relieved that no one is here. Isaac notices my expression and laughs loudly, his dimples on full display.

He seems younger, more carefree than normal. The stress of the last week has been peeled away and he’s completely relaxed.

Instead of going back to the party, he pulls me into another room. It’s the kitchen.

“You guys really did an excellent job on the food.” He smiles as he pulls a mini chocolate cheesecake from the glass door refrigerator.

He holds it out to me and I quickly take it, realizing how hungry I am.

He pulls another one out for himself. He leans against the counter and begins to eat his. I join him, leaning against the counter and against his side.

We eat in comfortable silence.

“When will I get to see your wolf?” I ask him suddenly.

He looks nervous, letting out a shaky breath. “He’s dying to meet you. I’ve been holding him back.”

“Why?”

“I…I guess I’m nervous. What if… Maybe you won’t like him.” His shyness is endearing.

“I love you. I’ll love him, too.”

“If you want, I’ll let you meet him tonight,” the excitement is evident in his voice.

“I want to,” I beam up at him.

“Should we go dance a few more songs? I’m sure almost everyone has noticed our absence.”

My cheeks heat and I groan. “Great!”

He throws his head back in a laugh, clearly unembarrassed by everyone knowing we snuck off.