Evgeni (Siberian Ambush Book 1) by Lolita Lopez Page A

braced on all fours, Evi strode to his bedside table and retrieved the strip of condoms in the top drawer. Shapeshifters were immune to human disease, and it was impossible to get the human women he typically hired for these types of services with child. Celia, however, possessed shapeshifter DNA from a grandparent and that throbbing pulse of magical energy deep inside her called to him, warning him and thrilling him. This was not a time to play with fire.
    Desperate to sink into her, he ripped open a foil packet and hastily applied the sheath. He kneeled behind her and ran the tip of his condom-covered penis along the crease of her ass cheeks, straight down to the tip of her surprisingly still-chilled apex. One swipe of her cleft and the latex was already smeared with her slippery arousal. His chest swelled at the realization that he’d driven her to this point of arousal.
    He plunged into her without warning, shoving his cock as deep as it would go. Beneath him, Celia grunted and leaned down to accommodate his length. He could tell she was having trouble taking all of him but that didn’t guilt him into softening his thrusts.
    He was determined that when he was done with her, she wouldn’t be able to move with her usual catlike grace.
    Evi withdrew the entire length of his stiff rod, only to roughly shove it back into her. Picking up the pace, he maintained a swift, thrusting speed, showing no mercy as he plowed into her tight, hot channel. From the mewling sounds emanating from her throat, he knew she was enjoying the roughness of their coupling. She seemed to revel in each deep, abrupt stab of his cock, to savor the velvet outstroke that followed. Even as he considered it, the slick walls of her sex clamped down on his cock, seeming to strangle each second of sensation from his movements.
    Evi’s hand snaked around the front of her neck until his forearm was pressed against her throat. He lifted her, cradling her back to his front with his arm above her chest to hold her in place. The change in the angle of his penetration caused Celia to groan in pleasure. He knew he was stroking her G-spot with each thrust. Her keening cries convinced him she was finding heaven impaled on his cock.
    Lips against her ear, Evi panted, “You will not come, Celia.”
    Undoubtedly understanding thoroughly now that orgasm control was his game, Celia nodded mutely. He wouldn’t make it easy on her.
    With greater intensity, Evi plunged into her core, his chest tightening. He kept one arm against her upper body but allowed the fingers of his other hand to peel the wax from her stomach, making her gasp in pain, pleasure…perhaps a combination of both.
    When he felt his balls constrict, he knew he was close and pushed Celia back down to the floor, left cheek resting against the cold wood. Grabbing her wrists, he held them behind her back, using them like makeshift reins.
    He shifted the weight off his right knee, bending his leg and extending it so that his foot was next to her face. Pressing his toes against her right cheek, he pinned her in place and prepared to fuck her senseless.
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    Celia inhaled sharply in panic when Evi’s toes met her cheek until she realized he wasn’t applying any real force. Had she really wanted to move away, she could have. But the position definitely imparted the delicious sensation of being completely at his mercy.
    Despite her terribly constricted position, she had no desire to move. She liked the feeling of being completely at his mercy, of being reduced to a living doll that existed only for his pleasure.
    And that was a problem. The realization turned her on so badly that she was just moments away from coming.
    Desperate, she tried to ignore her the throbbing, aching need inside her and filled her mind with mundane thoughts. She ran through a mental checklist of proper handgun-cleaning techniques, of the disgusting ingredients used in war water—a nasty occult concoction poured on the doorsteps or in