The Paranormal Council

Chapter 5

5

Kem couldn’t believe his luck; not only had the blonde woman really been Lia, but she seemed to want him as much as he wanted her. Or at least, she did if the look in her eyes was anything to go by. Her moss green eyes had darkened, turning almost black with desire and he smiled to himself, pleased with the effect he seemed to be having on her.

“Please,” she whimpered, trailing a hand through his short hair, but not doing anything to force him to continue his attention to her n*****s. She hadn’t held back this much a year ago, but then they’d both been drinking, and while paranormals tended to have the ability to clear their blood of alcohol, they could choose not to. Unfortunately, choosing not to stopped it from working until they were sober again.

A wicked grin spread over Kem’s face and he lowered himself down her body until he could reach the bottom of her dress. He took the hem in one hand, careful not to ruin the silky material, even if there wasn’t much chance of it getting out of this situation unscathed. He ran his hand up Lia’s leg as he pulled the dress up, revealing her long limbs to him and causing her to buck upwards, desperate for his touch. His hand reached her hip and he brushed his fingers gently inwards, until they settled between her legs, all the while watching her face to make sure she was comfortable with what they were doing.

Lia bucked again, urging him on, and unable to stop himself, he slid his fingers into her, the sounds she was making urging him on and making him pump into her harder. He curled his fingers upwards and was rewarded with a gasp, followed moments later by a shudder and the whisper of his name from her lips. He couldn’t help the smug look that crossed his face, though if her lazy smile was anything to go by, he had no reason to. After a few moments to collect herself, Kem felt Lia’s hands at his waist, and she wasted no time unzipping his fly and taking him in her hands. A wicked smile replaced the lazy one as she stroked him, causing him to lose all coherent thought, only able to focus on the need to be in her.

“Lia…” He groaned, touching his forehead to hers. She closed the distant between them with a kiss, all while guiding him towards her. “Are you sure?” he murmured against her lips.

“Yes,” she answered instantly, reminding Kem of how willing she’d been the first time they’d been together too. With one swift thrust, he was inside her and no longer able to control himself. His shifter side fed from s*x like it would from a good fight, and he briefly worried that he was being too rough for her. But Lia’s hips were moving to meet his, creating a delicious friction that increased with each thrust. He gave her a hungry kiss, but the intensity of their bodies moving against each other, and the fabric of their clothing scraping against bare skin, broke his concentration. Lia trailed kisses down his neck and around to his throat, the pleasure of the kisses travelling straight to his groin and bringing him closer to the brink. His thrusts became more erratic as he tried to put off the inevitable, but she felt too good, and the connection between them was too overpowering. When Lia began to shudder around him, he let go and waves of pleasure overtook them both. Dimly, Kem was aware of a sharp pain in the side of his neck, followed by the lapping of a tongue, the sensation of which very nearly had him ready to go again.

He rolled off her, and collapsed on the grass beside her, both of them panting as they regained their breath. Before Kem knew what he was doing, he captured her hand in his, a wave of contentment flowing through him, even as he considered the slight ache on his neck.

“Did you bite me?” he blurted out, turning to her. She was looking at him gingerly, her green eyes uncertain as they took in the look on his face. Tentatively, she nodded.

“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” She looked away and he brought his other hand up to cup her face, drawing her gaze back to him.

“There’s no need to be sorry if it felt right.” Her gaze bore into him, and everything that they both knew, but weren’t saying, was conveyed within it. For the past year, the idea that Lia was his mate had hovered at the back of his mind, and now, he was unable to deny it. How she’d bitten him was another matter. She was too warm to be a vampire, and he’d have seen signs of her being a shifter by now if she was one. In fact, if she was who he thought she was, then she was a dryad and tied to nature by a gentle spirit, not the kind of paranormal that normally bit during s*x. She shivered against him and he finally noticed that the night air had a chill to it that it hadn’t before. Or it may have and he’d just been too caught up to notice.

“Stay.” Her voice was almost inaudible, but she had to know that he heard her. He nodded and pushed to his feet, offering her his hand once he was standing. She smiled gratefully and rose with more grace than he’d have thought possible, especially from someone whose dress was in such a state of disarray. She walked him into the large white house behind them. She didn’t turn on any of the lights, not that he’d notice any difference if she had; now that he’d found her, he didn’t want to take his eyes off her.

She led him into a room, with a rumpled bed that looked as if someone had got off it in a hurry, and he felt a brief pang of jealousy before reminding himself that he had no real right to. Glancing around the room, he got his first real sense of who she was. While the attraction between them was undeniable, and there was certainly a connection, he had to keep reminding himself that they were virtual strangers; one of the reasons why he didn’t want to scare her by telling her they were mates. There were a few pots of makeup strewn over a dressing table, along with a hairbrush, and a book discarded on one of the bed’s pillows, but other than that, there wasn’t anything out of place in the room.

Lia dropped his hand and moved the book, before unzipping her dress slowly. Kem couldn’t take his eyes away as the rest of the dress dropped to the floor and she was left standing there in just a tiny blue thong, that had been pushed to the side in haste earlier. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her naked, but he was reacting like a horny teenage shifter, unable to control the beast within him. He took a step towards her, but she shook her head, looking pointedly at his lower half with a smirk. He pushed on his waistband and watched her eyes widen as he revealed himself, already hard and ready to go. He stalked up to her, the innate grace of his panther coming through, but to his surprise it was Lia that moved first. She tugged on his arm, pulling him on to the bed with her, letting out a tinkling laugh as she did.