Little Sh*t: Chosen Book 9 Page 3

  I shivered when my gaze met his, knowing he could see the lust burning in my eyes the way I could see his.

  "Can I kiss you?" His voice was rough, eyes trained on my mouth as I continued to bite the shit out of my lip.

  Finally releasing the abused skin, I watched as Harley moved in closer, probably not even conscious he was doing it. "I've never kissed anyone," I whispered, blinking when his pretty purple eyes snapped to mine.

  He licked his lips and swallowed. "Never?" His voice sounded a bit higher, almost strained. "Are you a virgin?"

  Somehow managing to keep the terrible memories at bay of a past that almost felt like another life at times, and at times felt far too much like this one, I shook my head. "No, nothing like that. I've just never had a kiss."

  Frowning but nodding, Harley whispered, "Me either. Not a real kiss. Somebody tried once, but it didn't feel right, so I wouldn't let him."

  It had been the same for me, but to tell him that would open the floodgates on something I wasn't in the mood to feel emotionally. Not when I had the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen in my life leaning over me, his mouth closing in on mine.

  "Kiss me, Claus," I whispered, smirking up into his handsome face.

  I saw his lips quirk just before they made contact with mine. And then I was moaning, because I hadn't realized how sensitive my lips were until the moment he dragged his against mine.

  Chapter Three

  His lips were like plush velvet, and I knew I was spending an inordinate amount of time just luxuriating in the feel of their softness with my own, but I couldn’t help it. Especially when each drag pulled another moan out of him, and his body twisted and writhed against the bed, pressing into mine at the awkward angle we were in.

  Climbing more fully on top of him and settling between his legs, I sank into him, curling my body a little to line up our dicks while finally licking the seam of his mouth.

  I didn't know if I was going to be any good at this kissing thing. I really had pushed away the one and only person who'd ever tried to kiss me because it had felt wrong to have a mouth on mine that didn't belong to my mate.

  Since then, I'd spun the few and far between randoms I'd hooked up with around and pressed them against the wall. Probably more like I was arresting them than fucking them.

  I didn't really even like sex. Not with them. It had just been the need to feel a warm body against mine and the idea that somebody wanted me enough to drop trou in the alley outside whatever club or bar I was at that night that kept me from giving up on the whole thing altogether.

  But there was no doubt in my mind. I was going to love everything about making love to my mate. And I was going to do it looking into his beautiful pine-needle-green eyes.

  When Carter tentatively parted his lips for me to slip inside, I did so slowly, still unsure about actual technique but too excited about finally getting to taste the wet recesses of my gorgeous mate's mouth to stop entirely.

  I had never in my life tasted anything so delicious. And any trepidation I may have felt about my lack of experience vanished as I delved into his mouth, licking any available surface, needing his taste against my tongue more than I needed breath.

  We both moaned, and then Carter was wrapping his arms around my neck and trying to pull me closer, his tongue sliding against mine, getting more aggressive as our bodies started moving together.

  I felt my PA catch on the material of his underwear, making me moan at the slight tug.

  Needing to feel the hot skin of his dick against mine, I reached between us and pushed his underwear down in the front, hooking the band beneath his balls, and took his cock in my hand, loving the feel of his skin moving over the steel inside.

  Moving my hips forward, I rubbed my thumb just below the head of his dick, marking where I wanted to be as I pressed the lower ball of my piercing there, clamping a hand around our combined girth and squeezing as I rolled my hips, dragging the metal against his sensitive tip.

  "Fuck," he whined, wrenching his mouth from mine so he could throw his head back, digging his short nails into my back. "That feels fucking amazing."

  I licked up the column of his throat, stopping to suck on the skin where his Adam's apple punched forward, flicking my wrist again to stroke us together.

  When I felt his body tense and his hips thrust forward against me, I attacked his mouth again, wanting to taste his cries as he released.

  The hot seed spraying my stomach and dick sent me over the edge, and we both panted out our orgasms in tandem, our mouths pressed together, letting me taste him and feel his shudders as I occasionally licked the inside of his lips or the roof of his mouth.

  "A bear, huh?" he asked against my lips, smiling. "You're going to have to let me see that."

  Chuckling, I continued to lick and peck his lips as he laid there limp, making zero effort to move. "As soon as I can stop tasting you, I'll go clean up and shift for you."

  "In here?" His head jerked up, almost busting me in the nose.

  "Yeah. It's big enough."

  "And you won't eat me?"

  "Not as a bear," I said, smirking.

  "Hmm." Carter leaned up and licked my lips. "That sounds promising."

  Standing quickly, I moved toward the bathroom, smiling when I felt my mate's eyes on my body.

  Grabbing a rag, I walked back into the room, groaning when I saw that Carter had come up onto his elbows on the bed, his body still on display for me, his dick still hanging out, not quite completely flagged.

  "Damn, Claus. You're one gorgeous man."

  Stepping up to the side of the bed and looking down at him, I smiled, leaning forward to clean him off first. For a man who'd been kidnapped, he didn't seem to worry too much about me touching him. He just stayed in the same position as I cleaned his belly and dick.

  Of course, he'd already told me being kidnapped wasn't at all the worst thing that had happened to him. Which really did worry me for my mate. What had he been through that he didn't even seem fazed by the fact that he was taken by people who intended to sell him?

  When I was done cleaning him, I wiped my own body down and tossed the rag through the door to the bathroom.

  "You ready to see my bear?" I asked, kind of excited to show off this part of me.

  Eyes wide with his own excitement, Carter bit his lip and nodded quickly, sitting up fully, laughing and fixing his underwear when he glanced down.

  I closed my eyes and let the shift come over my body, luxuriating in what felt like a nice long stretch after an amazing nap.

  When I was fully shifted and standing on my hind legs, I opened my eyes and looked over at my mate, hoping I hadn't scared him.

  His face was filled with wonder, and he'd crawled up onto his knees close to the edge of the bed, but there wasn't even an ounce of fear on his face as he reached out a hand and stroked my belly.

  I gave a quiet, rumbling growl, letting my big bear head fall forward at the feel of my mate's hand on my furry belly. Hmm, I'll have to remember to have him scratch me there sometime. I bet that will feel amazing.

  Lifting up so he could knee walk a little closer, Carter smirked, flicking the metal of my nipple piercing. "I don't know why I didn't think about whether or not you'd still have this in bear form." Scooting back, he asked, "Do you think you'd break the bed?"

  Shrugging, I crawled up on the mattress and lay on my back. The wood beneath me groaned slightly but nothing collapsed, so I relaxed back against the pillow, amused at how odd it felt to actually be lying in a bed in bear form.

  Without a word, Carter crawled on top of me, sprawling against my chest and stomach, rubbing his cheek against my fur.

  "Oh, good Lord. You are the most comfortable bed I've ever laid on."

  Chuffing, I looked down at my mate's face, loving how relaxed he looked with a small smile on his face.

  And then I heard the smallest of snores and almost laughed. He'd already fallen asleep.

  ***

  I groaned wh
en a hot tongue lathed across my nipple before flicking against the metal of my barbell, making my dick pulse. "When did you wake up, Little Shit?" I groaned, reaching a hand up to cup his head.

  "About thirty minutes ago when you shifted. Don't get me wrong, you're comfortable to lie on when you’re human too, but when you're a bear, I'm not tempted to taste. Be glad I lasted as long as I did. My face has been right here by this sexy nipple for half an hour." He licked it again, and my fingers curled in his hair as I growled.

  "I probably got too hot," I groaned, lifting my hips in hope of getting a little friction on my dick. "Fuck, Little Shit. You have no idea what you do to me. I could probably get off from you just doing that."

  "Mmm." He pressed down into my seeking pelvis, successfully rubbing my bare, hard dick with his cotton-covered erection. "Me too."

  Hooking my hands under his armpits, I dragged him up my body, groaning at the dazed look of bliss on his gorgeous face. When he instinctively placed his knees on either side of my head, he blinked, the fog lifting slightly.

  "I want that perfect dick inside my mouth," I said huskily, my breathing ragged. "I want to feel you deep inside my throat."

  Carter shuddered, moaning as he reached one hand up and clasped the headboard.

  I watched, my blood heating and pre-cum drooling from my dick onto my stomach, as he reached the other hand down and pressed his palm to his dick. His ass flexed. The drag of his hand forced the band of his underwear to push down, exposing the head of his gorgeous equipment.

  The head was shiny and wet, and when I clasped his ass cheeks in my hand and pressed my middle finger to his crease, right where I knew his hole probably was, more wetness formed at his slit before sliding over his head.

  I moved my hands up, hooking my fingers in the band of his underwear and pushing them down, causing them to hook below his smooth, perfect ass and balls.

  I looked up his body, leaning up to nuzzle his sack with my nose, taking in his delicious scent and the feel of the soft, wrinkled skin.

  When I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the skin beneath his balls, he whimpered, his free hand joining the other with its death grip on the headboard.

  I took both his cheeks in my hands, squeezing the firm globes, and tilted his hips back, so I could lick the base of his dick, catching the bead of pre-cum that had made the trek.

  My dick jerked, and I actually whimpered at the dulled taste of my mate's essence as he whined and panted above me. I couldn't wait to get the real thing in my mouth. Down my throat.

  Reaching one hand around, I grabbed his hot, hard flesh, giving it a firm stroke that pulled a beautiful sound from Carter's throat as he threw his head back, and milked some more liquid from the tip. Tilting it down, I lapped at the tip. Once I had cleaned his delicious fluid from the head, including pressing the tip of my tongue slightly inside his slit, I parted my lips and slid him inside.

  I pulled back so more spit could gather and ease the way, eventually having his entire length covered in my saliva and sliding easily into my mouth, until his head went down my throat, and his balls rested against my chin.

  I hummed out my happiness, and Carter's voice deepened as he said, "Oh Fuck. Fuck, Harley. Fuck."

  I sucked gently, using my tongue to massage along his length before increasing my suction and slowly sliding him out by pressing his hips back, and then letting them ease slowly forward.

  I could feel his entire body shaking above me as I did it two more times before increasing the pace.

  Releasing his hips, I smoothed my hands up his torso, loving the texture of his smooth skin against my roughened hands, letting him hump himself into my mouth, while I enjoyed the glide of his hard flesh against my lips, tongue, and cheeks.

  His hips stuttered forward twice, his loud yell of completion bouncing off the wall in front of him as his warm cum flooded my mouth, running along my taste buds and down my throat like delicious nectar.

  An unexpected shot of pure fire ran the length of my spine, forcing my hips to punch forward without purchase as my dick spurted untouched against my stomach while I hummed my release around Carter's pulsing dick.

  After a long moment of my entire body tingling from the best orgasm I'd ever had, I eased my mate back so his dick popped free of my mouth and I could catch my breath.

  "Holy shit," Carter said, flopping against the bed after looking down my body and seeing the mess I made on my own stomach. "That's hot as fuck. Did you seriously just get off from sucking me?"

  Grinning, I let my eyes fall closed in blissful euphoria. "You taste like the most delicious, most erotic dessert."

  Giggling, Carter lazily rolled out of bed, heading toward the bathroom. "If it makes you that happy, I guess I'll let you suck me off anytime you want."

  When a warm rag dragged against my stomach, my eyes fluttered open. Hmm. When had I closed them?

  Dropping the rag on the nightstand on his side of the bed, Carter crawled back on top of me and pulled the blanket up over his perfect ass.

  I really couldn't wait until I got those damn underwear off him so I could see and explore every inch of his lightly haired skin.

  "Harley!" The door opened so fast and so hard, it slammed against the bookcase on the other side before nearly slamming back in Parker's face. "Carter's go…right here. In your bed."

  The warm afterglow I'd been luxuriating in like a contented cat vanished at Parker's startling entrance, and I sat up fast, nearly spilling Carter out of my lap completely. Thank goodness the sheet stayed in place. I don't think I would have handled Parker seeing my beautiful mate's perfect body all that well, even if he was in his underwear.

  "Glad everyone's up to speed," Carter grumbled, rolling his eyes before looking over his shoulder at the shocked but grinning brunette. "Now that you know I haven't escaped into the wilderness, do you mind getting the fuck out?"

  "Damn. Talk about a perfect match." Parker reached out, grabbing the doorknob. "Breakfast is ready. I think Foster wants to question all of the chosen together. He thinks it might help them feel safer that way."

  Carter sighed, turning back to look at me. "Right. You're FBI." Rolling the rest of the way off me, he left me covered with the sheet as he started to climb out of the bed.

  I grabbed his wrist, keeping him where he was, because even though he was in his underwear, it didn't mean I wanted Parker seeing his gorgeous body.

  Looking at me quizzically, Carter blinked and then looked back at Parker. "I don't think the girl knows about shifters. The old one with the limp told us about them before they picked her up. So, you might want to warn everyone not to mention it. We all kinda tried to protect her from it as much as possible. She's pretty young, and I get the impression she was a bit sheltered before all this. She freaks easy."

  Parker nodded at my mate. "Thanks. I'll let the guys know before we start." Then he pulled the door closed, leaving me with a mate that suddenly seemed sullen.

  "What's wrong, Little Shit?" I gave a tug of his arm, but stopped when he didn't easily come into my arms.

  "Nothing. We better get down there. We don't want them holding off on breakfast because of us." His voice sounded distant and cold, probably not a noticeable difference to most people, but I could definitely hear it.

  I knew what that was. It was a wall. After years of people telling me I needed something to stop every thought from coming out of my mouth, I'd still never managed to figure out how to build one myself, but I often recognized them in others.

  "Why are you closing me out?"

  "I'm not."

  Ignoring the fact that he was lying through his teeth, I narrowed my eyes. "Your tone changed as soon as Parker came in, but it wasn't until he said something about questioning the chosen that you changed toward me. Does this have something to do with me being FBI?"

  Blinking at me, Carter shook his head. "What the fuck?"

  "Are you in trouble?" I shrugged, letting him know it didn't matter. "Because I'm not going to arre
st you. Neither will the other guys."

  "How the…my tone didn't change." He paused a moment, glaring at me. "What makes you think I'm in trouble?"

  "The way you stiffened against me when Parker was talking. It was right before you mentioned that I was FBI. Most people who are uncomfortable around police or the FBI are that way for a reason." I watched him process the information, and then he sighed.

  "How do you know whatever I did isn't enough for you guys to arrest me?" He chewed his lip, and I felt like I was watching the wall slide back down, brick by brick.

  "One, we aren't like the normal FBI. We're the shifter division. Our rules are completely different. If you weren't chosen, you wouldn't even fall under our jurisdiction. Second, I might not know everything about you, but I know you care about others, even if you act like a little dick sometimes and try to pretend to be a hard-ass. That's why you tried to kill me last night. You were going to help everyone escape, and that's why you told us about the girl not knowing about shifters. You're still trying to protect her."

  "I was trying to escape because I didn't want to be there anymore. I probably wouldn't have even helped the others." I could hear the lie in his tone. Other people might not be able to hear it, but he was my mate.

  "You can lie if you want to, but it doesn't change the facts."

  Frowning, his green eyes shot down to his hands where they were playing with the edge of the sheet in his lap. "What if what I did was really, really bad, Harley?"

  Pushing myself up to sit against the headboard, I pulled him closer, putting a finger beneath his chin and lifting. "Was it justified?" I whispered, wondering if it had anything to do with why he dropped out of school when he was fifteen.

  "Not by law. But I felt justified," he whispered back.

  "Then, as far as I'm concerned, you were." I pecked a kiss to his lips, smiling when he sighed and leaned into it. "Now, no more pulling away from me."

  Huffing out a laugh, he sighed. "Maybe I pulled away because I don't like you," he mumbled against my mouth as he moved closer, straddling my lap.

  "Then you probably shouldn't have been drooling on me all night." I cupped his ass in my hands and held him securely to me as I stood, smiling when he didn't even tense up. Regardless of how he acted, he trusted me completely.