Wolf Instinct

by Paige Tyler

Some part of her wondered if the wolf was the team’s mascot or whether there was more significance to it than that. She’d figure that out later…much later. When they weren’t naked. Or nearly naked.

  Alyssa bit her lower lip as he reached for the waistband of his underwear. She should probably be getting her own undies off right then, but she couldn’t. She was too focused on the big reveal. And if the sizable bulge in his underwear was any indication, the big reveal was definitely going to be…big.

  “This is probably the absolute worst time to mention this,” he said, hesitating with his fingers hooked in his boxer briefs. “But I’m not carrying any condoms on me. I’m praying you have some?”

  Alyssa smiled and pointed at the inside of her left upper arm. “Long-term birth control implant. Between my lack of social life and FBI-mandated semiannual physicals, I can promise I’m clean. You?”

  He returned her smile as he pointed at his injured arm. “The doc has been testing my blood nonstop for months. I’m very clean.”

  She considered that for a moment, going with her instincts on this one before motioning down toward his midsection and everything he was hiding down there. “Given our recent histories and my birth-control implant, I think we’re safe. So, please, feel free to carry on with what you were doing.”

  The smolder he threw her way was enough to make her panties sticky—if they weren’t already. Then he slowly pushed his briefs down over his hard-on, dropping them to the floor and leaving her feeling like she’d won the lottery. She did her best not to stare and completely failed. His cock was as well built and mouthwateringly perfect as the rest of him.

  Alyssa was up on her knees and wiggling toward the edge of the bed before she took another breath, eager to get her hands on all of him…not just his cock. She wasn’t that shallow. As he approached the bed, a rational part of her mind attempted to point out there were about a million and one reasons she shouldn’t be doing this. But the nonrational part of her mind—the one being run by her sex drive—decided to disregard all that.

  Zane pulled her into his arms when he got close enough, and she moaned at the feeling of all that warm skin next to hers. He let out a groan as her hand sought out his cock and she wrapped her fingers around it. That part of his body was warm, too. Not to mention firm…and throbbing.

  She was so caught up in masculine yumminess she barely noticed when her bra dropped away. But then his palms cupped her breasts and she couldn’t help noticing he had big hands. She shuddered as his strong fingertips began to roll and tweak her nipples at the same time his mouth moved down to her neck to lick and nibble at the sensitive skin there.

  “Harder,” she whispered, almost embarrassed when she realized she’d said the words out loud.

  Zane chuckled against her neck, a spectacular sensation on its own “Do what harder? Squeeze or bite?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered, too far gone to care about minor details like that.

  He let out another warm laugh against her neck, but then gave her exactly what she asked for, his fingertips squeezing her nipples so firmly she hissed out loud…but in a good way. Then his teeth closed down on the skin of her neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark but definitely hard enough to feel it.

  Oh yeah, she really liked that.

  Alyssa wasn’t sure how it happened—magic maybe—but she ended up on her back with Zane nibbling and licking his way down her body, paying special attention to every tingly erogenous zone along his travels south. And while her nipples were definitely two of those tingly spots, she was shocked at how many others he found. It turned out the crease right under each of her breasts was incredibly sensitive, especially when a man with a tongue as sinful as his traced warm, wet lines back and forth along each.

  There were more nibbles and bites as he worked his way down her abs, and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching down to weave her fingers in his dark, silky hair to stop him when he reached her belly button. “Oh, yes. Right there!”

  Zane chuckled, his lips soft against the ticklish skin of her stomach, and she realized how much she loved the sound of his laugh. In a crazy way, it was as arousing as his growls…or even his love bites.

  “You like that, huh?” he murmured, his words nearly indistinct as his tongue dipped and teased a place that nobody else had ever touched.

  How it was possible for her to be a belly-button virgin was a mystery. Why had no one ever done this to her before? Why had she never demanded it? Hell, she should have made it a requirement.

  “I like,” she sighed.

  After she’d achieved an acceptable number of belly-button orgasms—she’d have to check Google to see if that was a thing—Zane continued his journey south. As he neared the place she’d wanted him to get to for the past fifteen minutes, all Alyssa could think about was how good he was with that tongue. If he made her squirm when he’d licked her belly button, what the hell was she going to do when he reached her pussy?

  He teased her, of course, his teeth closing down lightly on the tender skin of her inner thighs, making the muscles there spasm and tremble and dragging deep moans from her throat.

  “That feels so amazing,” she breathed. “I never imagined…”

  Alyssa had been about to tell him that she’d never imagined enjoying the sensation of a man’s teeth sinking into her skin like that, but then Zane’s mouth moved up to the juncture of her thighs, his tongue tracing a line right up the center of her folds, and coherent words abandoned her.

  She started panting when she felt two fingers slip inside her, teasing, searching. Zane touched those sensitive places inside her like he had a road map for them. Then his mouth came down on her clit and Alyssa lost it.

  At least she had enough presence of mind to remember there were probably guests in the rooms next to hers, grabbing a pillow and shoving the corner of it in her mouth as Zane flicked his tongue rapidly over her happy place. His eyes caught hers and a brow arched.

  “Hotel rooms,” she murmured around the pillow. “Really thin walls.”

  It was almost embarrassing how easily he made her come. It was like he could read her mind, or rather, her body, his tongue and fingers knowing the perfect places to touch her to take her to the precipice quickly. Then he shoved her right over the edge into one long, continuous wave of pleasure that had her writhing on the bed, her thighs clenching tightly around him.

  She’d never been able to make herself climax this fast, even with the assistance of modern technology.

  His tongue continued to move on her clit while his fingers massaged her G-spot, making Alyssa scream into the pillow until she thought she might pull something. Like an orgasm muscle maybe.

  Just when the sensation started to be too much, Zane pulled back, licking and nibbling on her inner thighs again. The feel of his sharp teeth was the perfect sensation to pull Alyssa out of the orgasm-induced haze threatening to pull her down into a mushy slumber. He kept his fingers inside her a little longer, coaxing a few more tremors of bliss from her core when she’d sworn her body was too worn-out to even move.

  Alyssa tried to speak and realized she still had a mouth full of crisp, white cotton pillowcase. Spitting it out wasn’t exactly the sexiest thing she’d ever done, but at least she was able to do it without sounding like a cat with a fur ball. Okay, maybe she did sound like that—a little bit.

  “You okay up there?” Zane asked, gazing up from between her widespread legs. His chin glistened from her wetness and it had to be just about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen on a man.

  “I’m good,” she whispered, the smolder in his eyes making her tummy quiver all over again as she remembered what Zane had said to her earlier about multiple orgasms.

  Mouth quirking, he climbed up from between her thighs, his movements animalistic as he stalked his way up the bed and over her body. As his lips hovered above hers, she felt his hard shaft nudging and sliding along her wetness, making that part of her anatomy hum.

  “Oh, you’re very good,�
� he whispered, his lips coming down to cover hers, her essence mixing with his masculine taste as he kissed her long and slow.

  She gave herself over completely to the kiss, tracing her hands up his forearms, then higher, the fingers of one hand lightly caressing the scars there. She had no idea why she did it, beyond the inherent need to show him in some real way that there was nothing about him she didn’t enjoy. Even those parts he tried to keep hidden.

  He growled softly at her touch, his full weight pressing her into the mattress. “That feels so damn good. I didn’t know that could be possible. But it does…when you do it.”

  She had no idea if Zane had meant that to be as meaningful as it sounded. She pushed the thought aside and turned her attention back to the muscular hunk resting his weight between her thighs.

  “You can stop teasing,” she whispered. “I’m ready.”

  “I’m not teasing.” He pulled back so he could look at her, his eyes molten with arousal. “I’m waiting for you to tell me what you want.”

  She didn’t hesitate. “I want you inside of me—now.”

  Zane slowly slid in, gaze locked on hers the whole time. The sensation as he filled her took Alyssa’s breath away. There was a better-than-even chance she had a tiny orgasm from his initial thrust. And if how good he felt going in didn’t do it for her, the look of pure rapture on his face would have.

  As he bent his head to kiss her lightly, she couldn’t help but noticing a slight golden glow emanating from behind his eyes. It should have freaked her out—especially knowing what she knew about the world—but for some reason, she wasn’t concerned with the color of his eyes at the moment. Maybe it was the sun streaming through the windows. Yeah, that was it.

  He slowly began to move his hips, sliding almost all the way out, then back in. Within seconds, her butt was bouncing off the mattress as he picked up the pace. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tightly. The tingle deep inside her spread outward, making it feel like her whole body was on fire.

  “Yes!” she shouted. “Just like that.”

  Zane lifted his head to give her a wicked smile, all the while pumping into her. “What was that you said earlier about thin walls? Maybe you should keep the shouting to a minimum.”

  She tried to snort, but it came out more as a moan. “This from the man about to make the bed smash through the wall. If you break the bed, you’re paying for it.”

  That earned her a little nip on the neck from his sharp teeth and a round of serious pounding, yanking gasps, moans, and cries of pleasure from her—to hell with the thin walls. She was probably going to be a little sore tomorrow, but she wasn’t complaining. She’d never been with a man like him in her life.

  As the first waves of her second orgasm of the day rolled over her, Alyssa wondered if sex with Zane was this good because he really was some kind of supernatural being. Then the crest of the wave smashed into her at the same time her hunky lover growled and poured his warmth inside her, and she decided maybe some paranormal creatures weren’t bad after all.

  Chapter 8

  Zane woke up with his face buried in a silky tangle of blond hair, the scent so delicious he couldn’t find the strength to move, even if it meant he couldn’t breathe very well. Instead, he lay there with his arms wrapped around Alyssa, taking in her scent and replaying the best twenty-four hours of his entire life. While that might sound like hyperbole, it was true. Nothing he’d experienced from the day he rolled over in his crib and discovered his toes until this very moment could compare to the joy he felt when he was with her.

  Alyssa let out a soft whimper when he pulled her scrumptious body closer to his, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from groaning as his semi-erect cock nestled comfortably against her warm, perfect ass. That small amount of contact—not to mention the sexy sound she’d made—was enough to get him going all over again. Despite the number of times they’d made love, he still wanted her again.

  He moved his hips back a little, taking a few deep breaths in an effort to get control of himself. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was a little after 2300 hours—aka 11:00 p.m. They’d need to get up soon so they could shower and dress in time to get over to Stefan’s parking garage for their next shift.

  His gaze drifted back to Alyssa, his heart squeezing at how beautiful she was—even after hours of shagging and a serious case of bedhead.

  Zane hadn’t expected Alyssa’s invitation to come in for coffee this morning to end with the two of them in bed together, but he sure as hell wasn’t sorry about it. There was something about Alyssa that made her impossible to resist and he had no idea what it was.

  Okay, that was a lie. The truth was he knew exactly why he was so attracted to her. He’d even said the words out loud last night, though he doubted Alyssa had noticed. Even if she had, there was no way she’d realized the significance of those two words.

  The One.

  Bloody hell, he couldn’t believe he’d actually said that out loud. But he had, and now he had no idea what the hell he was going to do about it.

  Zane didn’t doubt the connection between him and Alyssa, not after everything that happened last night and today. He’d slept with women before, and it had never been like this with any of them, not even with Sienna. But just because the link with Alyssa was real didn’t mean the whole world had suddenly turned into rainbows and unicorns. At some point, either she’d figure out he was a werewolf, or he’d have to tell her. And soul mate or not, she wasn’t going to handle it well.

  He couldn’t imagine how badly she was going to freak when she realized she’d slept with a monster. Worse, because she’d been on long-term birth control, she’d been okay with him not using a condom. When she finally learned what he was, she was going to hate him. Maybe even try and kill him. Hell, she might even succeed.

  Even though it was hard as hell to do, Zane slowly pulled away from her. But the moment he slid his arm from her, she moaned in complaint and darted a hand out to stop him, gently holding onto his left arm, tucking it around her like a protective blanket.

  He considered trying to tug away again, until one of her hands came up and wrapped around his upper arm, her fingers gently caressing the scar along the back. Any contact—even that tender—should have hurt like hell, but it was far from painful. On the contrary, it was pleasurable. It was almost scary to realize it was yet another indication of how strong the connection was between them.

  A few moments later, Alyssa slowly opened her eyes, like she’d somehow been able to pick up on the distress buzzing through his head right then.

  “Hey there,” she murmured, turning her head a little so she could look at him, her voice rough and sexy with sleep…and sexual satisfaction.

  Zane couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss her. Of course, that only ended up pressing his hard cock against her ass. Alyssa’s expression went from fuzzy to sultry in a heartbeat.

  “I know it’s dark outside,” she said, her words pure liquid smoke as she arched a brow at him, “but is that morning wood I feel?”

  “Maybe I’m just happy to see you,” he answered, unable to stop from grinding his rapidly hardening erection against her, grinning despite his earlier thoughts of concern. When she looked at him like she did now, there was only one thought that popped into his head.

  Alyssa reached back, making enough room to fit her hand in between them and wrapping her fingers around his shaft.

  “Doesn’t this big guy ever get satisfied?” she asked. “We made love for hours.”

  Zane chuckled, peppering soft kisses and nibbles along her jawline as he slowly eased inside her. “If you’re asking whether I’ll ever get enough of you, I think the answer is obvious.”

  Alyssa was just letting out a long, husky moan of pleasure when Zane’s mobile phone rang. He really wanted to ignore the damn thing, but he couldn’t.

  She must have realized the same thing because she reached over to pick up his mobile from the night tabl
e, handing it to him over her shoulder without comment. She didn’t pull away from him though, so he couldn’t really complain.

  He glanced at the screen to see Diego’s name. He thumbed the green button and put it to his ear. “Kendrick.”

  “Hey,” his pack mate said. “About an hour ago, a single car left the garage and went straight to the Black Swan headquarters off Figueroa. It came back twenty minutes later with passengers and disappeared into the garage. Five minutes after that, Stefan and four sedans full of knuckleheads took off. They’re heading north toward the Downtown area. Whatever they’re up to, it must be big.”

  Alyssa must have heard enough to realize something important was going on because she started easing away from him. Zane stopped her with a hand on her hip, then held a finger to his lips, silently telling her to be quiet.

  “I’ll pick up Alyssa and head that way,” he said. “Text me with an address as soon as you figure out where they’re going.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” Diego said.

  Zane hung up and reached over to toss his mobile on the night table. “You heard all that?”

  She nodded. “Yeah. No need to put him on speakerphone. He has one hell of a deep voice.”

  Alyssa started to move, but he held her in place. Getting a firm grip on her hip, he rocked slowly in and out of her, barely able to contain the growl that wanted to slip out at how good she felt around him.

  “You know we’re going to need to shower before we leave, right?” she asked, her body automatically moving in time with his.

  “I can shower and be ready in five minutes,” he whispered against the curve of her neck, fighting the urge to bite her there. “How about you?”

  “The same,” she said softly. “But that doesn’t give us a lot of time.”

  “Two minutes is all the time I need to make you fall apart again,” he told her, thrusting faster even as he slid his hand between her legs to caress her clit.

  Alyssa didn’t reply. Instead, she reached back and tangled her fingers in his hair, silently urging him to take her harder.