by Renee Rose
Deke’s eyes glint green. “Yeah?” He stalks toward me with a predatory softness to his tread. Okay, good. We might be on the same page, here.
Yes! Yes! My ovaries are in cheerleading outfits, waving pom poms.
“I might know a way to relieve your stress.” His voice is low and suggestive, but I can tell by the way he watches my face for my reaction, he’s testing. He’s not sure.
“I might be in need of your services.” I climb up on the bed on my knees and lift the champagne bottle up like a suggestion.
“Babe.” Suddenly I’m flat on my back, my wrists pinned beside my head. Deke takes the champagne bottle from my hand and sets it on the bedside table.
Deke! Deke! Get the D! My ovaries cheer.
“Here’s how things are going to go,” he tells me. His face hovers just inches from mine. I can smell his minty breath. “I’m going to strip you naked, tie you to the bed and lick your pussy until you scream. And after you’ve come all over my tongue about a dozen times, we’re going to go down to that party and do whatever it is we’re supposed to do. Sounds like a plan?”
I come.
Seriously. That’s all it takes. Deke’s dark promise makes my pussy clench, a ripple of pleasure running straight to my core.
My teeth actually chatter as I stutter out, “I like the plan.”
His smile is feral. “Good girl.”
Deke yanks my top off over my head. My breath shudders in, shock and excitement mingling together to turn me into a shivering, quivering ball of nerves.
“Deke…” I actually have nothing more to add to the sentence. I think I’m just saying his name as an honorific. Because he just elevated himself to sex god, and I’m not even naked yet.
Deke uses his middle fingers to hook under each bra strap and tug them down my shoulders. I shimmy my arms through the holes, then hold my breasts when he tugs the cups down. My nipples tingle, my breasts are heavy with desire.
“Mmm. So pretty,” Deke rumbles, staring down at my nipples showing between my fingers and thumbs. He covers my hands with his, helping me massage and squeeze my breasts. I’m already wet for him. I squirm beneath his large body, wanting him closer. He spins the band of my bra around and unhooks it, then pulls it out from under me.
“I like the way you’re touching yourself, Sadie, but I need you to give me those wrists. He snaps the bra out straight, and I catch his meaning. Another mini orgasm rolls through me as I hold my hands straight up, wrists touching.
“Good girl.” He wraps the bra around them, then ties it. I watch him quickly survey the headboard—a fabric-covered, wall-mounted thing—then climb off. In a flash, he has a shoelace out of his boot, and he loops it through my bra-binding, then down behind the bed somewhere. He slides the bed out from the wall, as if it—with me on it—weighs nothing, and in another moment, my wrists get pulled taut above my head as he fastens the shoelace somewhere to the bed.
I’m incredibly turned on by his quick survival skills. Not that tying a woman to a bed is a survival skill, but the Special Forces in him shows, and it's a massive turn-on. Once he has me secure, he takes a long moment drinking me in. His lids droop, and a low rumble sounds in his chest.
I wiggle, trying to entice him back in. His gaze dips to my peaked nipples, and he climbs back over me, lowering his mouth to one. He flicks it with his tongue. Grazes it with his teeth. He palms my breast possessively as he moves his mouth to the other side.
It’s delicious. Heaven. I’ve never been touched by a man like this before. He’s so aggressive, yet infinitely more attentive than any lover I’ve had before.
He grasps the waistband of my pants and tugs them down and off, leaving me in nothing but my provocative panties. I’m so glad I wore them.
“Mmm,” he rumbles, sliding a finger under the leg band and tracing it down between my legs. “These are so pretty, Sadie-girl.”
A whimper-moan escapes my lips.
“Did you wear these for me?”
My core clenches. “Y-yes.”
His eyes glint green, and he draws a sharp breath in through his nostrils, almost like he’s trying to steady himself. “Fuck, Sadie.” He squeezes his cock through his jeans. “You have a naughty streak, don’t you?”
“Mmm hmm.” More clenching. I tug on my bonds, only because I want to touch him, to hurry this thing along.
He runs his knuckle over my panty-clad pussy, making me soak it with arousal.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Please? That’s so fucking sweet.” My panties practically fly off my legs.
I shaved a landing strip this morning, and the sight of my trim makes Deke growl. “Was that for me?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Fuck, Sadie.” Deke shoves my knees wide and licks me from anus to clit.
I scream and yank at my bonds. It’s good—so good! But I’ve never been licked so intimately. It’s embarrassing. And incredible. He penetrates me with his tongue, then parts my nether lips with his tongue, gliding up to my clit again.
“Ohhh, oh!” I moan. “Deke.”
“That’s right, baby. Say my name when I make you come.” He flicks his tongue repeatedly over my clit. It’s wonderful and very soon not enough. I jack my hips up to get more.
“Spread your legs wider, baby.”
I spread. I spread so wide the ballet lessons of my youth are showing.
“Did you need more?” Somehow he reads my mind. To my utter shock, he gives my pussy several sharp slaps. It doesn’t hurt, but it surprises me. “You like having your pussy spanked?”
Oh. My. Gawd.
I want to cover my face with my hands. Because I do. I do like it. So freaking much. How does he know that?
“Deke!”
He pat-slaps me a few more times, driving me wild, then lowers his mouth again and licks and sucks his way over all my bits.
“Deke, oh please.” I’m desperate for release now—it feels so good.
He finds exactly the right place and sucks hard, and I come, my legs thrashing wildly, my pelvis rolling and undulating as my channel clenches on nothing but air.
“That’s one.”
My eyes fly wide. Was he serious about giving me multiple orgasms?
I can’t deny how hot the scene is—I’m fully naked and tied to the bed, and he’s still fully dressed, the guy in charge.
Deke unties my wrists and drops beside me, then rolls us both to our sides. I’m tucked right against him, my small legs tangled with his huge ones.
“Open your legs, baby,” he instructs. His hand is already slipping between my legs. Yes! My hips tilt to greet him again. He palms me, holding my throbbing sex right in his calloused hand. One finger rubs over my entrance, while his palm grinds against my clit. I instantly soak his finger with natural lubricant, my body eager for his touch. His digits are huge, but he works one into my entrance.
“Deke.” I’m caught up in a sudden blaze of heat. His hot breath caresses my ear, and his hips grind into my backside. The rough edge of his long finger catches my clit and sends a shock of pleasure shooting through me. The sensation’s so sweet it’s almost painful. I cry out and twist my hips, trying to roll away, but Deke is half covering me with his body, and his arm is iron, immovable. And his fingertips gliding through the wet folds of my sex are so soft. His index finger flutters against my clit before he slides lower and inserts two fingers inside me.
Oh! That’s what I needed. Penetration. I cry out in pleasure, reaching down to grip his wrist and guide him deeper.
“Fuck, that’s it. Take it, Sadie. Take what I give you. Take everything you need.”
It’s so good. I surrender, allowing the pleasure to build and build, the fire in my belly getting hotter.
“Deke!” My cry sounds alarmed, but if I’m scared, it’s only because I’ve never felt such pleasure.
“Take it, Sadie.” Deke’s breath rasps in my ear, almost like he’s as tortured as I am.
Stars burst
behind my eyes. I climax again, gasping in Deke’s arms. He doesn’t move, doesn’t let me move and keeps his palm grinding right against the spot, right there, chasing the aftershocks. My legs scrabble over the covers, and I writhe in his arms, but he holds me fast, making me feel the pleasure in its every exquisite expression. And when it fades, I’m still in Deke’s arms, snug and warm.
Totally blissed out.
I’m sticky with sweat. My hair is mussed in the best way—great sex hair. I rise from the bed and glide to the mirror where I can stare at the bright eyed goddess I am. My lips are puffy and parted, my cheeks are flushed orgasm pink.
Deke follows me, a dark shadow hovering at my back. I lean back into his chest, and his arm comes around me, securing me against him. He blew my mind in bed, and he didn’t even take off his jeans.
His dark eyes dance in the mirror. His whisper tickles my ear. “Feel better?”
“Oh yes.” I turn and put my hands on his chest. “But what about you?”
His eyes seem to change color the way they do sometimes—from brown to a glowing green. With a pained expression, he takes a quick step back from me. “I’m good.”
I try not to be disappointed that he’s not interested in reciprocation.
This is not a date.
The only thing that confuses me is the size of the bulge in his jeans.
Deke
Oh fuck.
I have blue balls the size of my fist. I am fully willing to suffer them to deliver Sadie’s satisfaction. Hell, I would take any level of torture to ensure her comfort and ease this weekend.
But it would be so much easier if she didn’t seem hurt that I didn’t accept her offer to return the favor.
I mean—fuck! If she only knew how much I want that. I would give both nuts to have her small hand wrapped around my cock. Or those sweet, soft lips. But my wolf’s getting aggressive.
He seems to be laboring under the impression that Sadie is mine. Ours. Whatever.
That means the urge to mark her is starting to fray my control.
My wolf doesn’t give a fuck that I can’t mark her.
He doesn’t care that mating is off-limits for all members of the Shifter Op team but particularly for me. I’m not even remotely safe for a human. I shudder, the thought of actually hurting Sadie if my wolf won control striking real fear into me.
Which makes my wolf snarl protectively.
Oh Fates. Maybe I took on more than I can handle by coming here.
Now I have to go downstairs and interact with a packed room of humans while my wolf is feral as hell. I look out the window, trying to figure out if I have time to get out there and shift.
But no, Sadie needs me. And she is priority one.
I have to get through this insane human tradition of a wedding and keep my wolf in check. And speak in full sentences. And look presentable.
For a guy who has been on the team that toppled entire regimes at the orders of his president, this mission should be a piece of cake. Why does it feel like the most difficult op I’ve ever been on?
Because I’ve never cared so much about an op as I do this one.
That’s what Sadie does to me.
When it’s about danger, about eliminating enemies, I have it covered. Even when I lose control of my wolf, he’s still always on point. The job gets done, even if it’s bloodier than expected. But in this case, my wolf could hurt Sadie if I lost control, and he marked her. He could even kill her. Humans are fragile creatures. One slice of an artery, and she would—
Fuck, I can’t even think about it.
And then there’s the issue of the ex. I think I have myself under control, but if my wolf thought she was under threat, even mildly, the results could be deadly.
I clear my throat as Sadie flits about the room. “Okay if I use the shower?”
“Yes, of course. Go for it.” She flashes me the kind of smile that lights up a room, and my heart tumbles off the cliff into Sadieland.
I make myself move, getting into the bathroom and stripping off my clothes. I’ll feel better once I’ve rubbed one out thinking about my beautiful—
No, not mine.
She’s not my beautiful anything.
She’s a mission. A mission I will not fuck up.
I turn the water to completely cold and step under the icy spray. Anything to subdue this raging lust licking at my ears. It doesn’t make a dent in the inferno that’s my body. I bring my fingers—the ones still covered in her scent—to my nose and inhale deeply. My cock juts out and bobs, and I grip it firmly, jerking myself off remembering the incredible sound she made when I brought her to orgasm.
Sweet Sadie.
My beautiful human.
No, not—
Mine, my wolf rages.
And I let him. Just for the moment. Because the lights are already dancing behind my eyes, and my thighs are already starting to shake. I bottle up the roar rocketing from my throat and come all over the expensive tile walls.
And dammit, I only feel marginally relieved.
The need for Sadie Diaz is consuming me.
Chapter 9
Sadie
I wear a dress and heels to the party. Once I’ve tamed my hair and put on my pearls, I look more presentable, but my cheeks still have that orgasm flush. Deke wears a fresh white t-shirt and a nice pair of black jeans. He shrugs a short-sleeved button down over the t-shirt, which he leaves untucked. I think this is his version of dressing up. With his huge size and tattoos, he still manages to look every bit as dangerous as he does in his leather. I’m not complaining. Deke looks like James Dean’s wilder, more dangerous brother, and it does things to me. My nipples are hard under my dress bodice, so I add a fancy cardigan for good measure.
He gets a few double takes when we walk into the party from the middle-aged members of Geoff and Jenn’s family. I ignore the raised eyebrows and head to the corner where the bride holds court.
“Sadie!” Jenn cries, throwing out her arms. The champagne glass in her hand tilts, but it’s more than half empty.
“You’re glowing,” her sister Brigit gasps. The rest of the half tipsy bridesmaid posse turns to look.
“So are you,” I say to Jenn and lean in to hug her. We pull away and air kiss. “You look so beautiful.”
“So do you!” Jenn squeals. She has a giant rock on her finger, blinding with diamonds. I ooh and ahh over the engagement ring for the appropriate amount of time. It cost more than her Jeep Wrangler.
“And who are you?” Laura, Jenn’s older cousin, asks, eyeing Deke. Laura’s not a bridesmaid, but from the admiring way she’s looking at Deke, she appreciates his broad shoulders as much as I do.
“Oh.” I step back and put my hand on Deke’s arm, claiming him. “Ladies, this is Deke. He’s my plus one for the weekend.” I rehearsed this in my head. He’s not a boyfriend, he’s not a friend, he’s not a partner. But “plus one” gets the message across.
“Hi, Deke,” the women chorus and exchange knowing looks.
Brigit elbows me, waggling her eyebrows approvingly.
Jenn clears her throat. “Champagne?”
I take a glass, and Deke waves it away.
“Congratulations,” he says gruffly to Jenn, and she flushes happily.
“Thank you. How did you meet Sadie?”
I open my mouth, feeling flustered. Before I blurt out something random, Deke puts a hand in the small of my back, supporting me.
“Met in Taos, at the plaza. Fate threw us together,” he answers. He looks around as if daring anyone to contradict him. “It was meant to be.”
The bridesmaids all swoon.
Something squeezes in my chest. The wish that it was all true and not a fabrication.
“That’s so wonderful.” Brigit winks at me. “Wow,” she mouths. I nod back and sip my champagne serenely while Deke stands behind me, my strong, silent back-up.
Jenn pulls me aside the first chance she gets. “Sadie, I’m so sorry. I thought you were st
ill with Scott.”
“No, it’s okay. We broke up a while back. I didn’t want to dump on you while you were planning the wedding,” I say. “I’m sorry, I guess I hoped Geoff would tell you.”
“Oh, girl, you’re fine. I didn’t mean to assume you were with Scott. I paired you off for the whole ceremony. Oh no,” her hand flies to her mouth. “Are you guys in the same room?”
“No, I called the hotel and got my own room,” I assure her. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about me. This is your big weekend.”
“I know!” she squeals and throws up her arms. The diamond glint on her finger catches her eye, and she holds out her hand to gaze adoringly at her ring.
I try not to worry about the mixed messages of Scott walking me down the aisle. But then I glance at Deke, and I hardly care.
A few feet away, the flock of bridesmaids shriek with laughter. I look over and Deke’s there, his tall form towering over the giddy women. His eyes are on me not them. Like he’s ready to jump in and protect me in case Jenn suddenly assaults me or something. He nods at me, and I smile back, feeling warm inside.
Deke’s here. It’ll be fine.
Deke
I get a whiff of Douchebag Cologne and stifle a cough.
I walk away from the tipsy women without a word. One of them calls, “Come back soon” to my back. As if I would ever look at another woman when I have Sadie.
I sidle up to Sadie and hook my arm around her. “Missed ya, babe,” I mutter and the human she’s talking to—the bride—gives me a big grin.
“Aww, you too,” Sadie says.
“You two are so cute together,” the bride sighs. “Which reminds me, I should go see what my guy is up to. See you at dinner?”
“Yes,” Sadie agrees, and I keep my expression blank. I guess we have to eat sometime, but my wolf is already on edge in this confined place. There are too many people here. Too much noise. My wolf wants me to drag Sadie back upstairs and feast on her pussy instead.