She held his gaze, feeling everything. Every hard plane of muscle. The thick length of his arousal pressed against her soft belly. He was going to f**k her. Fill her again and again with that deliciously hard cock, every inch of it. A shiver rolled from head to toes. She couldn’t wait.
Drawing in a sharp breath, he let it out with a rumbled growl—the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. Her vision near to useless in the dim room, what she could see of his face would have scared her any other time; his expression drawn in feral lines. Any other time. Right then it only fuelled the fire deep within, a lazy heat uncoiling, ensuring her body danced to the tune of the blazing arousal thrumming through her.
“God…kitten, you sure know how to turn a guy on,” he murmured, holding her close to bury his lips in the curve of her neck. His stubble abraded her skin, but she didn’t complain, savouring the shiver of pleasure. What would that stubble feel like other places…?
She managed a reply from somewhere, one way too breathy for her liking. “I’m glad you think so.”
He found the zipper on the back of her dress and tugged. The fastening gave, a slow rasp preceding the cool wash of air over her skin. “Not think,” he corrected. “Know. Fact.”
Rocking his hips, he offered the thick length of his erection as evidence, dotting a trail of light kisses over her shoulder. When the zipper reached the bottom of its run, he nipped lightly. Sharper than human canines pressing into her skin but not breaking it. Heat and lust roared through her, hurtling her right to the edge. She gasped, wriggling against him. Fuck, if he did that to her with a few kisses, what would it be like when he had her on the bed?
Naked. Both of them nak*d. Entwined. Skin on skin.
She whimpered.
“Shhh…It’s okay, kitten. I won’t hurt you. Never hurt you,” he promised, misinterpreting her distress and cupping her face so he could look into her eyes.
“Yeah…I know.”
She trailed her fingers along his sides, under the shirt, then moved to ease her hand between them. He groaned, holding the back of her head as she stroked his balls through the soft leather. It wasn’t enough. She wanted skin.
“Perhaps I want to hurt you though, just a little,” she whispered, nipped the full lower lip and used his start of surprise to push inside. Finding his tongue, she wrapped her own around it and sucked. A growl reverberated through his chest. Any other time a growling were might have worried her, but not there. Not with him. There was something about him. Something about the way he looked at her…hot as Hades, and twice as sexy. As though he’d go to the ends of the earth for her and protect her from anything.
“You do?”
She smiled at the catch in his voice. Male wolves always liked to be in charge…but her sources told her most wanted that rare female that challenged them. Not let them get their own way all the time, make it interesting. Right then, she had a whole lot of interesting planned.
“Yeah. In a good way though.”
She shoved his shirt off his shoulders, pinning his upper arms and stood on tiptoe to place a soft bite on his shoulder. Her attentions wandered across the satin skin of his chest. She’d expected a werewolf to be hairy but his smooth chest only had a tiny swirl of hair around each nipple. Working her way down, she flicked her tongue over one of the flat discs in a wet swipe. He growled again, tension humming through him as though holding himself in check, and allowed her to play. For now. Her time would soon run out and he’d hurry things on.
“Oh, God, yes….” His head dropped back, exposing the strong column of his throat in a response she hadn’t expected. Even with her limited knowledge of werewolves, everything about him screamed Alpha male. So, baring his throat…. She didn’t comment, instead started to undo his pants. The buckle hung loose and she flicked the top fastener free then licked at his nipple.
With an explosive snarl of lust, he lunged, wrapping his arms around her and tumbling them backward. Before she finished her gasp, he’d pinned her under his hard body. Squinting her eyes to adjust to the darkness, she could make out his face, his hair around it like a dark halo. The word fit. A fallen angel, he’d been dropped from the heavens to ravage her.
Ohgodyesplease. If there was any ravaging to be done, she needed it then. Like really need it now. Her p**sy clenched again, the heat of her arousal flooding, dampening her panties in a scalding rush.
With a deep breath rumbling in his chest, he claimed her mouth again. The hard, dominant kiss parted her lips, his tongue driving inside to tangle with hers. He swept a hand between them and the front catch between her br**sts gave, the bra disappearing behind her. Her n**ples rubbed against the hot satin of his chest and puckered, and she moaned.
Breaking away, he nuzzled the side of her neck and pushed a knee between her legs, pressing her thighs apart to settle between them. He surrounded her, his heat and presence dominating her world.
Leather rubbed her inner thighs, igniting the nerve endings, heat spiralling through her to settle into a hard knot in her p**sy. She whimpered again. It was all too much, yet not enough…from the brush of his long hair, his mouth on the curve of her shoulder, to the pulse of his c*ck against her satin-covered mons.
Every touch, every glide of skin on skin coiled her body further. Her n**ples ached as he hunched over her. Warm breath whispered over the peaks and she held her breath, anticipation holding her in thrall. His tongue swept over her in a hot, wet rasp and she groaned, driving her fingers into his hair to hold him to her br**sts. He paid them attention, kissing and licking until she nearly lost her mind with need, writhing beneath him on the bed.
“That’s it, kitten, let me hear you,” he urged, sliding lower.
She flinched, holding back a moan at the sensual assault of his short stubble over her skin. More heat flooded her lower body and her cheeks burned. She’d never had such a reaction to a guy before…such a wet, needy reaction. Never had the sheer desire to have him inside her. Filling her. Fucking her.
“Please…Aaron.” A begging note filled her voice but she didn’t care. She needed everything he could give her.
“Shhh…I got you.”
He pressed a quick kiss to the damp satin of her panties before forcing her thighs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders. Though not as broad as some of the sports players she ogled on the sly, when he settled over her, between her legs, she realised how big he was. How masculine. In every way they were opposites…hard against soft. Rough to smooth. Big versus small. The differences thrilled and excited her, and she waited with bated breath, sparks freewheeling through her. He didn’t make her wait long. Curling his long fingers under her thong underwear, with a quick yank and the sharp bite of the side straps, they were gone. Her stomach quivered, her heart thundering as the writhing mass of desire within reacted to his actions.
He stroked his hands up the inside of her thighs. Large, callused hands. Strong. Sexy. She shivered, wide open and vulnerable. A cool breath washed over her p**sy, dragging another moan from her. He swept his tongue over her. A hot swipe of pure, wet pleasure.
He located her cl*t and the moan became a whimper. Licking and circling until she arched under him, unable to keep still. Then he spread his hand over her lower stomach, holding her motionless, as he chuckled in the back of his throat. The sound vibrated against her cl*t and she almost went over the edge.
“Stay with me, kitten.” He pulled back to kiss along the seam of her hip and thigh. “You’re so wet…. Pretty, pink. God, you taste fantastic….”
Pushing her knees up, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, holding her open for his mouth and tongue. Biting her lip to keep from begging, demanding, and screaming all at once, she reached out, holding onto the ornate headboard above her.
She needed it to anchor her.
Without warning, he pushed a finger into her again and they both groaned. She turned her head, hiding her face in the crook of her arm. He pumped, the lazy motion causing a delicious friction that sent quivers through her. God, that felt good…better than good. Amazing.
“Tight…you’re so tiny. I’m scared I’ll hurt you.” He turned to rest his forehead on her thigh, his whisper almost tormented. “But I can’t stop….”
“Don’t then,” she begged, meeting his thrust with her hips. He couldn’t, she’d go crazy if he did. He pulled out and she blew out a quick breath, panic filling her that he’d changed his mind. Decided that screwing a human, more fragile than the women of his species, was a bad idea.
“Oh, God, Aaron, please, I can take it. You won’t hurt me.”
He didn’t answer. Instead thrust two thick, long digits deep inside her. Twisting and scissoring, he stretched the channel, preparing her.
“I can’t…won’t.”
He latched onto her cl*t and sucked, forcing a scream from her, then rubbed, finding her sweet spot. Hot, liquid need flooded her again and she bucked against him as he drove her up and over the edge without mercy. She came, hard, pleasure cascading like a waterfall, crashing over her. Yanking his hand back, he buried his tongue deep in her cunt to collect every drop of her arousal, low rumbles and snarls erupting from his throat, the vibrations prolonging her pleasure.
Finally withdrawing, he crawled up her body, his movements feverish and uncontrolled. Ripping at his crotch, he opened the leathers. The blunt, broad head of his c*ck pressed against her entrance and she moaned.
“Oh, God, yes.”
He started to push, then froze. Her heart lurched. What was wrong? Had he changed his mind?
“Shit…I forgot the condom.”
He moved as if to withdraw but she stopped him, relief surging through her. Under normal circumstances, she’d have freaked out. But they had something…a connection between them that told her everything was perfect.
“No, stay with me. Don’t worry about it. I’m on birth control.”
“Kitten, I’m not bothered about getting you pregnant. If I let me, I’d claim you forever and give you as many kids as you wanted.” His expression serious, he added, “But you don’t know my history. It’s about protecting you. How can you be sure I’m clean?”
She tried to ignore the urge to move. To wriggle, push against him and end the discussion. “Are you?”
“Well, yes. Of course. But that’s not the point here.”
His concern melted her heart. Half the men she’d known would have said, to hell with it, and she expected a guy like him to do the same. The whole, bad boy rocker thing. Didn’t they leave a trail of broken hearts and kids behind them?
He held her gaze, the look on his face serious and kind of cute. Pain flittered across his expression as she unwrapped her hold on him. “God, kitten. Don’t look at me like that or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
Closing his eyes, he slid from her hold, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. With a shaky hand, he retrieved a silver packet. The wallet hit the floor somewhere around the bed as he ripped the foil open to sheath his c*ck quickly.