The food now forgotten, the kiss stirred Dyson into action once more. He wrapped his arms around Kenzi's slight frame as the blanket drifted to the floor. He deepened the kiss and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, wanting to taste her once again.

Kenzi shuffled from sitting in Dyson's lap to straddling him, allowing herself to be closer to him and to grind herself against the erection encased in his jeans. She managed to break the kiss for a few seconds so she could strip his shirt from his chiseled body.

She felt the warmth of his flesh spread across her and it kept her from feeling that ever so slight chill that the fire had not yet banished from the room.

Although Dyson was hungry for her mouth again, the desires ran to her silken skin as well. He swept his shirt from her body to expose her to him. As his hands anchored her hips to his body, his mouth ran down her neck leaving wet, hot kisses in its wake.

His tongue sliced across her collarbone bringing a small moan from her lips. Dyson gave a rumbling growl in response and he was pleased to see her nipples crinkle in response.

He lifted her slightly, she felt like she weighed nothing at all, so he could take one of them into his mouth. As he licked and sucked at her breast, she wove her fingers through his hair. She wasn't sure if it was to keep herself steady or to keep him at his task.

The delicious pain he was inflicting on her by using his tongue and teeth on her tender nipple was weaving its way down to another region. She gave another low moan, which only encouraged Dyson further. He was in no rush, they had all the time in the world as far as he was concerned, well until they had to face the Ash. So Dyson was determined to take as long as he needed to pleasure Kenzi in a variety of ways by various means.

His tongue swirled over her flesh, his mouth pulling at her skin. Kenzi was lost to all the feelings that Dyson was somehow magically creating in her. In the back of her mind, she was still processing what was happening between them and it would affect the things to come.

A growl from Dyson brought her back from her thoughts of the future. He had felt her slipping away from him, her fingers had stopped pulling at his hair and her breathing had changed.

Kenzi refocused on Dyson, his eyes lifted up to her face. Although he kept his wolf on a tight leash there were always moments that his eyes betrayed how close to the surface his other side was. As his eyes flickered from the wolf gold to his usual blue and Kenzi sighed.

Dyson could see that Kenzi had come back completely from where ever she had been in her head. He released her breast and his mouth sort out hers again, wanting to taste her sweetness.

As he slid a finger into her pussy Kenzi realized that Dyson had managed to strip every piece of clothing from her body while she was distracted. Her body was starting to warm from the heat Dyson was generating in her. Her sharp intake of breath as Dyson slid in a second finger was smothered by his mouth.

"Move for me La Llorona" Dyson whispered roughly. Kenzi began to work with the rhythm of Dyson's fingers. As the friction built between them Kenzi bit Dyson's lower lip, drawing a low laugh from him. Her hands fumbled downwards towards the zipper of his jeans.

Between the two of them, they managed to free Dyson's cock from his jeans and remove his other clothes, snag a blanket and get it around themselves without falling off the sofa or losing their connection.

As their lips met again Dyson slid himself in Kenzi, who relaxed her liquid heat around him. They settled into a languorous rhythm. Dyson held her gently as she rocked her hips against him, taking him in deeper and deeper.

Dyson inched closer to the edge of the sofa to give himself a bit more room and traction to plunge himself completely into Kenzi's silken core. Kenzi gripped Dyson's shoulders and leaned back, allowing him to slip one hand between them to rub his thumb over her clit.

Her moan ran through the room eliciting an approving growl from deep within Dyson. Kenzi had let go of her inhibitions, she didn't care anymore if anyone heard them. It was unlikely unless they were standing right outside the door, they were quite away from the bar of the Dal.

Dyson's wolf was close to the surface. His eyes glittered the gold of his wolf. He could feel his canines elongating- he wasn't sure if he could hold his other side and its need to mark Kenzi in check for much longer. As much as sex was a primal urge for the wolf, the need to mark Kenzi went deeper and Dyson knew that he couldn't deny it forever.

Kenzi's breath caught in her throat as Dyson plunged deeper than before, he came back to concentrating on the need to please his lady, to take her to the very edge before they both tumbled over the abyss together.

Dyson withdrew from her hot core until only his tip of his cock remained within her. And the sounds she made in response showed she was missing him filling her and so he plunged himself completely back into her.

Kenzi raked his back and called his name as her orgasm raged through her body, the flooding warmth within her told her that Dyson had found his release as well. They clung to each other in the aftermath of their lovemaking until Kenzi shivered.

Without a word Dyson picked her up and strode to the door of the bedroom. She snaked her hand out to open the door and pushing it open revealed Dyson's secret place at Trick's. The dark wood bed loomed large in the darkened room.