Rebel Pax (Shifters of the Primus Book 2) by Elyssa Ebbott Read Free Book Online

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    His strong hands slide across my water-slicked skin. My eyes close and I groan with pure enjoyment. Not only were my muscles tight and sore from the day spent hiking through monster-infested jungles, his vibrating hands are giving me chills. I feel him covering more of my body with each rotation of his soapy hands. He finds my sides, sliding around my chest and ribs, tantalizingly close to my breasts. I think he is about to feel them, and then he works his way back, massaging my lower back until I think he’s going to grab my ass, but he moves away. I feel a sudden urge to reach back and grab his hand and then press it hard against my tits, to push him into me and rock my ass against him, losing all sense of dignity and control. But I do have more self control than that, for now. It’s not slutty if he is the one doing the dirty work, right? That’s probably not true, but the thought lets me focus on enjoying his touch.
    I feel the hard muscle of his chest and stomach push up against my back and his hands slide farther around me, until they trace the crease between my upper thighs and pelvis. His touch makes me quiver against him and a gasp of pleasure escapes me. Am I letting this happen? No, he’s making this happen and I don’t have the strength to stop him. I don’t want to stop him. . .
    He moves his hands up my stomach, torturously slow, until he finally takes the fullness of my breasts in them. The building suspense of whether he would or would not finally bursts. I turn toward him, his cock slipping down with the motion until its head rests between my legs. My hand is on his chest and I forget to breathe. I look up into his eyes. Even in the dim light of the shower I can see his golden eyes sparkling.
    He presses his hips into me without breaking my gaze. His cock slides between the lips of my pussy and I moan. I move forward to kiss him but he puts a finger to my chin, holding me back.
    “I want all of your focus on my cock between your legs. No distractions.”
    I try once again but he doesn’t relent. Instead, he pushes his hips against me in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each of the ribs on his cock send jolts of pleasure as they slide over my clit. The vibrations of his purring pass into me and make my eyes want to squeeze shut with pleasure, but I keep them open. I look into his face and marvel that someone so perfect is in this moment, fully and completely wrapped up with me. It’s as if our minds are linked in that single place of contact where his skin slides against mine. My focus is white-hot, every nerve bursting with pleasure. And I know that his mind must be focused as well. It’s the closeness that brings me to my first climax.
    I tilt my head down into his chest and dig my nails into his flesh but he does not wince against the pain. As the orgasm rips through me, I frantically thrust my hips into him, bearing my weight down and trying to take his length into my opening, but each time I try, he does not let me. I’m too overwhelmed with sensation to care. I moan out loud and then bite down on his nipple to stifle my cries.
    He slaps my ass and pushes me away as the last of my orgasm shakes me. I’m about to kneel down and make him cum with my mouth when I hear something loud. It’s muffled and seems to come from the lobby downstairs. Men cry out in loud voices and then something shatters. Many pairs of feet are stomping up the stairs. Heavy pairs of feet.
    I look at Pax, my eyes searching his.
    “Get dressed. Wait here,” he says.
    Pax throws on a pair of tight-fitting leather pants. He glances back and gestures once more for me to stay put. I don’t want him to go toward whoever is out there, but I know we are cornered anyway. Maybe it’s better this way. . .
    He steps outside. Through the door-frame, I see him turning to his right. He does not move for a moment, and then he jerks his body to the side, swings his arm out, and I hear a sound like a branch snapping in two. I