Where his movements had been frenzied just moments before, they suddenly became measured and indulging. He unsnapped his jeans in slow motion, watching for my reaction, and grinned. “Like what you see?”
He knew I did, the bastard. I shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve seen better.”
His smirk fell, but only by a fraction. “Like hell you have.”
Oh, he was definitely a dominant wolf.
I scooted up the bed a bit, feeling more drunk on him, than the alcohol. “So, are you gonna talk all night, or are we going to get down to business?”
“I plan to take my time with you,” he spoke in husky, seductive tones that would probably turn a harem of girls into mush. But I wasn’t just any girl, not even when I was half out of my mind.
“Like hell you will,” I replied, repeating his jab.
“Oh?” He arched a dark eyebrow, and dammit if it didn’t make him look even hotter. “You think you can force my hand?”
“I know I can.” Two could play his game, and I’d bet I could do it better.
I was better than most at everything I did, no matter what my family thought—well, all except Gran.
Kicking my boots off, one by one, I allowed them to fall to the floor of the crappy room with a plunk. Next, I unbuttoned my jeans with a pop, and his hand went to his zipper. I slid my own zipper down, all the while holding his gaze, and he yanked his down as well.
He sat at the edge of the bed letting his jeans fall to the floor, where they pooled at his ankles, and I salivated. Good thing he couldn’t tell, because I was digging the power trip. He moved toward the edge of the bed. His pupils were dilated, apparent even in the light of the nearly-full moon.
I wriggled out of my own well-worn jeans slowly, so slowly that I knew I was driving him nuts. Maybe I shouldn’t have stayed away from guys this past year. This was fun, and we hadn’t even gotten to the really good part yet. His mouth twitched and I couldn’t help but grin wickedly. I had him now, and I wasn’t letting go.
My fingertips slipped beneath the lip of my lacy panties sliding underneath, licking my lips as I went. His gaze trailed every one of my movements now as he licked his lips too, though I didn’t think he realized it.
Holy hell, his naked body was glorious. His boxers abruptly disappeared and he stood there at the foot of my bed, bare-assed and standing at attention. I think he’d forgotten about everything in the world but me. He watched every move I made as I slowly undressed myself. My nipples turned to hard stone and poked through the thin fabric of my top. No amount of lace could hold them back.
“See anything you like?” I mocked, and grinned wickedly. Never let it be said that Evie Black had lost her touch. I had this wolf wrapped around my finger, the one I crooked at him now and beckoned.
He pushed the last of his pants off with his feet and was back on the bed in seconds. The moment his weight covered me, I lost my breath, and I probably wouldn’t regain it until we were finished.
He pressed his hardness against the scrap of fabric between my legs, and I wanted it gone with feverish desperation. I tried to pull off my shirt and slide off my bra, but he had me pinned again, and the look in his eyes gleamed with ferocity.
Oh. Damn.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re mine now. Game over,” he rumbled against my neck.
His words sent a shiver through me that had little to do with the pooled desire soaking my thong, and everything to do with one of those weird feelings that witches get and learn never to ignore. But I was hell bent on ignoring it all right then, especially since I wasn’t a proper witch anyway, only a dud born to a powerful bloodline, with a few miniscule powers at my disposal.
If anyone could whisk me away to oblivion, it was him, I didn’t need a damn shiver to tell me that.
The game I was playing might be over, but the fun was only just beginning.
He brushed strong fingers across the nipples straining through my shirt as I squirmed, and a moan escaped me. “Take it off,” I breathed.
“Oh no, not yet,” he growled.
Freaking masochist.
He lowered his head and tweaked one of my nipples with his teeth. I cried out. Then he rubbed at the other one with his hand, and the fabric between us somehow accentuated the sensations, instead of dulling them.
His groin pushed harder against me, and when I growled he fisted my hair gently, bringing his lips to meet my own. I wrapped my tongue around his, insistent, taking what I wanted while he continued to flick my nipple as if he knew that was my Achilles’ heel.
Finally, he pulled back and slid my stupid useless shirt over my head. I squirmed to get my shoulders out from under him so he could pull it off all the way.
“So impatient,” he clucked, and I growled harder.
“Take the damn thing off,” I snapped.
I was getting laid in the next three minutes, or I’d kill someone. Probably him.
He hesitated, as if debating whether to draw it out anymore. In the end, I think the fire in my eyes was enough to send his own desperation into overdrive. His hands tugged my shirt off so fast that stitches in the seam tore.
It was one of my favorite shirts, and still, you guessed it, I didn’t give a flying fuck.
His hands gently squeezed my C-cups together before he ran his tongue back and forth across both of my nipples. Back and forth, back and forth. Fuck! His saliva soaked through the lace and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I really couldn’t. I was about to combust.
“Off. Now. All of it,” I panted, and this time he didn’t pause.
He didn’t play.
With swift and efficient movements, my panties were torn from my waist.
This is movie sex. I’m having movie sex with a werewolf.
The night was cold, and the breeze wafting through the open window should have chilled me, but I was burning, possibly literally. Before I could draw a shaky breath, he positioned his hardness right where I wanted it. Hell, who was I kidding? Where I needed it.
A scattered thought crossed my mind, and I wondered if I’d get the spiel about if I wanted this or not again. Werewolves didn’t get diseases, so that wasn’t a concern. I was also on birth control, just in case, so I was ready to bring on the hot and heavy. I didn’t get a spiel.
His eyes, so strong, so intense, held my own. My limbs started trembling in anticipation, and then in one solid thrust he filled me. So many emotions swept through me that I couldn’t hinge on a single one. All I could focus on was him, and the way I’d ached for him without even realizing it.
He waited for a moment while I adjusted to him. At another time, I might have considered the gesture gentlemanly, but I didn’t have any need for a gentleman tonight.
He gave an animalistic grunt that peppered the entirety of my flesh in goose bumps. When he pulled back for a fraction of a second, it made me miss him the instant I felt empty and aching again.
Then he pounded into me with all the fire I desired.
‘Evie! Shut it down.’ Cass’ voice filtered through my lust-addled mind in a haze. ‘I can hear everything you’re thinking.’
I was damn sure I didn’t give a fuck. Shoving the potbellied imp away, I raked my nails against the wolf’s muscled back, while he rocked above me. When my hands cupped his ass, my eyes rolled back in my head. He slipped a hand between us to touch me where I ached the most, and I was pretty sure I lost a few brain cells as pleasure rocked through me.
My lips were tingly and numb when he went to kiss them again. “What’s your name?” he muttered against my lips, never breaking the kiss.
Fuck. What was my name? His body rocked above me, and it was like heaven on earth. “Uh, Evie. What’s your name?” Maybe it was strange that I didn’t even care that I didn’t know. I was never going to see this guy again. Or maybe I’d have to see him. Could I turn down sex this good?
“Brock,” he moaned as his breathing became heavier, and sweat slicked across his body.
“Brock,” I repeated, my voice dreamy and far away as already the bliss was beginning to build inside me. I was going to climax like a champ, over and over again.
“Pleasure to meet you, Evie,” his husky voice breathed against my neck, and that was the last of our ability to form words for a long while, until dawn started to suggest itself on the horizon, and we collapsed into each other’s arms, spent.
3 Oops, I Know You From Somewhere
The sun broke through the half-open curtain and I wrenched my eyelids open. Pain slammed into my head as the mother of all hangovers made itself known. I looked down to find the werewolf’s arms wrapped tightly around me and grinned.
Last night was awesome. I’d never done anything like that before, and probably never would again, but it was a welcome reprieve from my otherwise complicated life. My eyes flicked to the clock on the nightstand and I bolted upright, waking the wolf next to me.
“Shit!” I cursed jumping up, only for the room to sway and have me scrambling to lean on the bed.
“What’s wrong?” his voice boomed, alert and certainly not sounding hung-over. Damn werewolf regeneration capabilities.
“Shh.” My hands flew to my ears as the headache ramped up a notch. I spun to face him and realized I was gloriously naked.
My gaze frantically searched the room for my clothes. “Uh, I have an appointment with a lawyer. Some douchebag is trying to tear down my late grandma’s childhood home.”
Hey, maybe this could turn into a friends-with-benefits kind of thing while I was in town. We fuck, talk about our problems, and then move on. Anything more was a sticky mess I wasn’t interested in right now.
His face fell and he sat up in the bed, looking at me like an alien had just popped out of my chest. “What did you just say?” His voice was laced with anger.
Alarm bells started going off in my head, adding to the damn marching band that was already hanging out in there. I swallowed as all the pieces started to add up in my head. His reaction to what I’d just said, his clearly high level of dominance.
“No…” I whispered.
He shot off the bed and yanked on his underwear. “Belinda Black is your grandmother!” he accused. And all of a sudden I was ready to kick his ass.
I shook my finger at him. “Don’t tell me it’s you. Don’t you dare tell me you’re the one.”
He stood to his full height, well over six feet, and towered over me. “Your grandmother has made my family’s life a living hell for over a hundred years. My family owns that land. That’s Wild Hunter Pack territory, and she knew it!”
My blood boiled at the century-old argument. “You must be the alpha’s son.” I glared. How the hell could I have been so stupid? Of all the men I could’ve fucked after I’d rolled into town, leave it to me to pick the damn alpha’s son. My Gran would roll over in her grave.
He chortled. “Wrong. I’m the alpha.”
Please, no. The only thing worse than sleeping with the alpha’s son was to sleep with the alpha himself.