“Fuck, woman, you drive me insane.”
“Insane enough to f**kMalina ?”
She felt him tense. She had no right to ask, no right to judge, but she couldn’t help the wriggling seed of doubt in her mind about his intentions.
“I didn’t screw her. I threw her out before it could go that far.”
She breathed a sigh of relief and dropped her forehead against the wall.
“I don’t suppose you did that with Fisher?”
She heard the hurt and anger in the question. He had a right to be infuriated while she stood here and judged him.
“No.”
“Did you do it to hurt me?”
“In a way, I suppose.”
“It worked.”
He leaned his head against hers as he moved his hands up her body and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. She closed her eyes and pushed back into him, wanting to feel his solid heat against her. It felt incredibly good to have him pressed so intimately against her. Why had she wasted so long in hating him, in pushing him away, when all she’d ever wanted was to be loved?
“Why did you ... shift with him?”
“Because then I could forget it wasn’t you.”
He nuzzled his face into her neck and kissed her along the jaw line. “Oh,Liv , I was an idiot to push you away, thinking I could protect you from all of this.”
“Doesn’t matter, Garrick.Nothing matters but right now.”
She reached behind and placed her hands on his thighs. His muscles flinched under her touch. Biting her lip to stop the moan that wanted to escape, she moved her hands up toward his crotch. She could feel him grow hard, pressed rigidly into her back.
Garrick moved his hands over her robe and quickly pulled the belt free and untied it. As the two sides fell apart, he slid his hands over her. She was completely na**d under the soft terrycloth. Olivia groaned out loud as his hands streaked up to mold her br**sts.
Circling her ni**les with his thumbs, he squeezed the fleshy globes, coaxing another moan from her lips.
She leaned back into him, pushing her br**sts forward, into his expert hands. He pulled and pinched her tight buds as he nibbled on the back of her neck.
One hand continued to manipulate her br**sts while the other streaked down to her sex. She parted her legs to give him access to her burning core. Her cl*t already ached. He slowly slid his fingers into her cleft to find her throbbing bud, rubbing it skillfully back and forth.
Olivia moved with his hand. For everydownstroke , she stroked up. Back and forth they went, until her legs quivered from the strain of building pleasure.
“Faster,” she moaned.
He chuckled into her ear, but fulfilled her demand. Increasing his pace, Garrick stroked her hard. As he rubbed at her clit, he continued to pinch and pull her ni**les. Soon, Olivia could feel the hot ball of ecstasy ready to explode in her sex. Her thigh muscles tightened, and she closed her eyes and bit down on her lip.
She exploded with an orgasm filled with heat and light. Starting within her sex, every muscle in her body quivered. White spots flashed behind her eyes until she thought she’d go blind. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed against Garrick, his hand still engulfed within her nether lips.
“Ah, no, you don’t, woman. I’ve not had my turn.”
Olivia laughed and turned to face him while he struggled to undo his jeans. She moved her hands up and helped him rid himself of his denim prison. Within seconds she’d wrapped her hand around the hard length of his cock.
He groaned as she stroked him up and down, feeling every ridge and vein on his hard flesh.
“I love how your c*ck feels, Garrick. I love it in my hand.”
He nuzzled his mouth into her neck. She could feel and hear him clench his jaw, grinding his teeth in restraint. “Where else do you love it?” he groaned.
“In my cunt.I love how you stretch me open and fill me up.”
Garrick needed no more encouragement. He moved his hand up and around to grip the collar of her robe. Turning her to face the house again, he yanked the robe down her back and pulled it off her body.
When she was completely na**d, he pushed her forward, pressing on her back so her ass nestled against his groin.
“Spread your legs.”
The gruffness of his voice sent delicious shivers over her skin and between her legs. She liked his roughness. He demanded and was merciless in his pleasurable torments.
Behind her, he held his c*ck and rubbed it up and down her wet slit. She could feel his swollen head pushing against her opening.
“Wider.Spread wider.”
She obeyed him, desperately wanting his c*ck inside her. As she parted her legs wider, she bent forward, arching her back like a cat.
Braced against the wall, she let out a cry as he pushed into her. His c*ck was huge, engorged with blood and lust. She tried not to move as he inched his way into her sex.
She wanted to push back, impale herself on his throbbing cock, but she restrained herself.
After a few excruciating, blissful thrusts, he was completely sheathed inside her. She could feel every hard inch of him pulsating against her flesh. It felt as if they had fused to become one.One person, one heart, and one soul. As he started to ride her, she felt him press even deeper inside; she hoped they would never separate.
Gulping in air, Garrick tried to still himself. The feel of her flesh moving against him, and the smell of her skin and sex wrapping around him, nearly sent him over the edge he was dangerously teetering on. Olivia.
Even her name squeezed his heart. Finally, she was surrendering to him. Finally, the chase was over and he could claim his prize. Olivia.The one woman who could claim him body and soul.
Beneath his palms, he could feel the blood rush through her. Moving his hands down her back, he took hold of her h*ps in a tight, digging grip. He wanted to ram into her, bury himself until he disappeared.
Keeping his violence in check, he started to slowly slide inside her.
In and out he pumped, enjoying the way she moaned and whimpered with each stroke. He wanted to hear her scream his name. He wanted to hear that her passion belonged to him.
Increasing his tempo, he reached around and found her cl*t with his fingers. With each thrust of his cock, he pinched her swollen nub. Her breath came in quick, labored pants. She was close. He could tell by the way she clenched her thigh muscles.
He could smell the fresh greenness of the grass under their feet. The sounds and scents of nature surrounded them. This was how he wanted her.Submersed in the odors of dirt and leaves and musk.
Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her to the ground, his c*ck still imbedded inside her.
Lying on their sides, he nestled in tightly to her. He loved the feel of her skin against his. He could feel the quick rise and fall of her chest as he cupped one breast. His other hand nestled in between her legs, sliding up and down the length of her wet slit. As his fingers slipped down, he could feel his c*ck entering her. He kept his hand there as he pulled out and back in, enjoying the feel of her liquid silk on his skin.
“Faster, harder,” she panted.
Always willing to oblige, Garrick brought his fingers back up to her cl*t and pulled her closer into him.
He pulled out quickly and slammed back into her. The slapping sound of flesh against flesh reverberated around them.
Pulling out again, Garrick pulled her to him as he thrust, burying himself deep inside. She cried out as his fingers continued to rub at her clit. The muscles around his c*ck began to tighten, and her whole body stared to quiver. She was ready to come.
Garrick increased his tempo, ramming into her repeatedly, one thrust after another until sweat soaked them both. An orgasm overpowered him, and he shut his eyes and rutted deeply inside her sex.
She screamed his name as she came, and his name quickly turned into a howl. As his seed surged into her, they could hear the return howls from the surrounding trees. The sound was both beautiful and haunting. Unexpectedly, a sense of dread washed over him.
Garrick wrapped himself around Olivia and buried his head against her neck, taking in her smells. He never wanted to be without her again.
Eventually the tickle of the soft green grass on her nose stirred Olivia to her senses. Rolling over, she snuggled into the warmth and security of Garrick’s arms. Opening one eye, he grinned at her like a man much too satisfied with himself.
“Mmm, I don’t think I ever want to move again,” he groaned as he nuzzled his face into her hair.
“Not even for a run?”
Both eyes blinked open.“A run?”
Nodding, she grinned at him, knowing his need to burn off excess energy after sex.
“Hell yeah.”Garrick pushed himself up to his knees. “Is there a park near here?”
“Just up the road. Why do you think I picked this place?”
As Olivia rose to a crouch, she watched him. In her dreams, he had looked just the same as he did now.
Sweaty and slaked from lovemaking, but edgy, knowing he needed to shift to fully release his lust. This was something she had always wished for. Ever since she’d watched Garrick shift, the night she discovered that there really were werewolves, she had wanted to turn with him. Changing together, she thought, would be the most intimate thing they could do. There needed to be ultimate trust to shift together. In the moments between human shift and animal awareness, a person was exposed, defenseless as a newborn baby.
As the first pangs of body-searing pain erupted in her spine, Olivia realized that she trusted Garrick completely, even with her most vulnerable part ... her heart.
A few agonizing seconds later, they had both changed. Olivia shook her newly furred body, stretching out her back legs, then her front. Enthusiastically, Garrick sniffed at her. She kicked back at him when he nudged his nose under her tail. Yipping happily, he jumped around her, swatting at her with his large, padded paw.
He was ready to run.
The park was close, just down one block. Staying in the shadows, they ran to an open field and through the trees surrounding it. Smells rode through the night air and tickled Olivia’s nose. She could scent everything from motor oil leaking under a neighbor’s car, to the tart ammonia in a sandbox in the park.