Sexy Beast VI. Lydia Parks

of blood racing through veins and arteries, never experienced the rush of sensation as he felt it now. It had to be from his new reality, his changed existence from human to Chanku, but whatever the cause, Nick loved it, accepted it, welcomed each alteration of perception, each new sensation and experience.

      There was so much that was good in this new reality.

      Beth lay back against the bedspread and reached for him. He leaned over her so that she could touch him, and she didn’t disappoint. She cradled his aching balls in her warm palms and stroked his cock. Gently she teased the smooth glans, ran one soft fingertip over the slit, smoothed the drops of pre-cum and stretched the rib of foreskin with the tip of one finger. It felt so good he wanted to weep, but he raised his head and arched his back, sliding his erection between her fingers.

      She slowly rolled a condom down over his straining cock, and smoothed the latex along his shaft. He’d never felt anything so exquisite as the gentle touch of her fingers when she stroked the thin film along his full length. When everything was in place, she smiled up at him and lay back with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

      She was the perfect height. All he had to do was lean forward and the tip of his cock brushed the fine dark curls between her legs. Her sex pouted, dark pink and shining with her fluids. He touched her softly with the tips of his fingers, spread the swollen lips enough to rest his cock at her entrance.

      “Are you sure?” He knew if she said no he’d die, but Beth smiled and nodded. Nick took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly pushed forward.

      Damn, she was so tight he worried that the condom might tear, but she was slick with her own natural juices. The soft ripples of her inner muscles pulled him in deeper, until he filled her completely. His balls pressed against the soft curve of her buttocks and he wriggled his hips back and forth for deeper penetration.

      He sighed. She whimpered and raised her hips, forcing him even deeper. Nick lifted her legs and rested her thighs over his forearms, thrusting now, rolling his hips and moving in a slow, steady rhythm that quickly increased in tempo.

      She thrashed beneath him, twisting her hips this way and that until he raised her legs against his chest with her heels hooked over his shoulders. In this position he felt the hard mouth of her cervix on every downward thrust and knew he filled her completely.

      Beth caught his rhythm. Her eyes closed but her smile never wavered. She whimpered softly with the rise and fall of her hips, the steady thrusts as Nick rolled his hips in tune with Beth’s silent music.

      He shifted his feet then and plunged deep and hard, upping the pace, watching the thick length of his cock disappear between Beth’s pink nether lips on every forward thrust. Her dark curls were bathed in moisture and the tendrils clutched at his cock on each outward pull. Her lips had grown puffy and slick, and her clit protruded now, poking up out of the fleshy hood protecting it.

      He reached down and found it with the pad of his thumb. She jerked her hips and her clitoris slipped beneath his touch. He spun circles over the entire surface, pressing just enough to make her tremble with each gentle pass.

      Shivers raced along his spine and a coil of heat built in his back and balls. His control eroded with each powerful thrust, his heart pounded in his chest. Flashes of light sparked behind closed lids.

      He held on, groaning in an agony of desire. The slick walls of her sex rippled and tightened around his cock and for a moment he missed the row of studs that should have given Beth even more pleasure. He’d only had his piercings for a few months, and he’d been celibate all that time.

      Waiting for this. Waiting for Beth.

      His thumb swirled over her clit and he felt the tightening in her muscles, knew her climax grew close.

      Suddenly, she was there. In his mind, in his heart…and he was Beth and the thick length of his latex covered cock was bringing her unbelievable pleasure, taking her to unimagined heights. Showing her exactly what she’d missed before.

      He thrust forward and felt the clench of his own vagina grasping the hot length of erect cock; he rolled her nipple between his fingertips, and his own nipples peaked.

      Building, expanding layer upon layer of sensation, Nick to Beth and back again until he felt the coil of energy strike from balls to cock, felt the convulsive pressure of orgasm as if he were Beth even as he was Nick, plunging deep inside her wet heat.

      There was an exquisite moment of pure connection, a moment out of time when he somehow became Beth. When he knew her feelings, her thoughts, her needs, and her fears.

      A momentary melding of all he was, of all she was. Before he could fully explore the sensation, the full force of their shared orgasm wiped out all conscious thought. The moment passed and he cried out with the rush of his seed into the condom. Groaned as his legs shivered and quaked.

      Gasping, heart pounding, lungs billowing in and out with each tortured breath, Nick slowly eased Beth’s legs down along his chest and let them hang loosely over the side of the bed. His legs shook, and he leaned forward before they gave out entirely. Resting his weight on his elbows, he rubbed his bare chest over Beth’s taut nipples.

      She groaned and arched against him, wriggling her hips.

      “Oh, God. Be careful.” He laughed, but it was a choked-off, wimpy sound of utter and complete depletion.

      “I’m trying to make you big again.” Beth giggled. “I had no idea it could feel that good, or I would have been after you before now. Good lord, Nick. That was amazing.”

      He raised up on his elbows, but thrust his hips forward, sinking back inside her slick channel. “I like that. You calling me Nick instead of Nicky.”

      She smiled, a slow, secretive woman’s smile, and ran one finger down his chest. Then, in a most seductive voice, she said, “Nicky’s a child’s name. I think we’ve just proved you’re no child.”

      Laughing, he leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth. She grabbed him by the back of the head and held him close for a deep, tongue-twisting kiss.

      Gasping for air, he pulled away and laughed even harder. “I need to get rid of the rubber before we can do this again.”

      “Okay, but I’m holding you to that.”

      Shaking his head, Nick carefully disengaged from Beth’s warmth. He was headed for the bathroom to dispose of the condom when someone pounded on the bedroom door.

      4

      “Ya think they’re gettin’ it on?” Deacon sat on the floor with his back against the bed.

      Jazzy looked up from the magazine she’d been staring at and laughed. “Nicky and Beth? Not if it’s up to them. They’re both pretty shy.”

      “Nicky didn’t look all that shy tearing out that dude’s throat.” Logan’s soft comment brought Jazzy up short.

      “That was so freaky,” she said. Her head filled with images she’d been trying to forget. The fear in the kid’s eyes. The disbelief. The deadly and utter silence of Nicky’s attack, then the snarl and those deep throaty growls…and all that blood.

      “Well, it’s something to think about,” Matt said from his perch on the bed near Logan. “Be sure you don’t piss Nicky off or he might want another wolf sandwich.”

      “Nicky? He’s our friend.” Jazzy leaned her chair back against the wall, going for nonchalant. Inside, her stomach felt like it was tying itself into knots.

      “Nicky might be, but what about the wolf?” Logan sat Indian fashion on the foot of the bed. “When you shift, do you think like a person or an animal?”

      A loud knock on the door interrupted the silence following Logan’s question. Jazzy opened the door and smiled at AJ. “When you’re a wolf,” she asked, “do you think like a wolf or a man?”

      AJ shrugged. “Depends. When we’re out running or we’ve