Undercover Wolf

by Paige Tyler

  His mouth moved from her lips to her jaw, tracing hot kisses along it and then down her neck. When she felt the scrape of sharp fangs on the sensitive skin there, she almost lost her mind. Would it be too much if she asked him to bite her…just a little?

  Getting her fingers into Sawyer’s hair, Harley got a good grip and shoved him far enough away so she could look him directly in the eyes.

  “I definitely love what you’re doing,” she said, her voice rough with arousal, “but you need to get me naked and in bed—now.”

  The demand earned her a growl and his eyes swirled deeper gold. A split second later, he tugged her away from the wall and up into his arms, then tossed her on the big bed. She was wrestling with the buttons on her jeans before she’d even stopped bouncing.

  Sawyer worked feverishly at his jeans right along with her, a task made more difficult by the hard-on he was dealing with and the fact that his claws were partially extended. Knowing she was causing both reactions had Harley feeling pretty proud of herself.

  She won—who knew it was a competition?—getting undressed first. Then she leaned back on the plump pillows, enjoying the show as he finally managed to get his jeans off. The wait to see him completely naked had certainly been worth it.

  Sawyer was perfect.

  Actually, now that she thought about it, he put the term perfect to shame.

  Those scrumptious abs she’d seen before continued below the belt line, combining with the muscles of his hips in a V shape that naturally led her eyes downward to the rest of his angelic form. His legs were long, lean, and muscular and his shaft was so thick and hard she didn’t know whether to weep with joy or sigh in amazement. Both seemed appropriate.

  Sliding off the king-size bed, she dropped to her knees in front of him. He started to open his mouth to say something, but Harley hushed him by reaching out to wrap her fingers around his hard shaft and tugging him a little closer.

  They both moaned in unison as her mouth came down to engulf the head of his cock. She tried to keep the smile off her face as he let out a string of very British curse words. Marveling at how good he tasted, she moved her mouth up and down his shaft.

  Harley took her time, alternating between taking him deep and teasing the tip with her tongue. She paid attention to the way he reacted to what she was doing, remembering all the places and ways he liked to be touched, praying she’d have a chance to do this again.

  She sighed in pleasure as he weaved his fingers in her long hair, the tips of his claws surprisingly soothing against her scalp. What he was doing felt so good, she could do this for the rest of the night.

  Sawyer didn’t give her the chance, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet just when it seemed like things were getting interesting. She was about to complain, but the kiss he laid on her then made all rational thoughts slip away before they could form properly. His big hands came up to cup her breasts, massaging lightly as he tweaked her nipples. She gasped against his mouth, those wonderful, little sparks running from where he was touching her straight down to the center of her core.

  Between his kisses and the attention he was paying to her breasts, Harley barely noticed when one of his hands glided lower, his long fingers gently urging her legs apart.

  “Yes, right there,” she breathed as those fingers slid along her wetness, grazing her clit and then the opening of her pussy. She wasn’t sure which one she wanted him to pay more attention to right then. It had been a while since she’d been touched like this, and if he spent more than a few seconds on her clit, she’d explode right where she stood.

  Not that there was anything wrong with exploding. She enjoyed it immensely and would be thrilled if Sawyer had her doing it a few times tonight. And as for orgasming while standing up…well…there was a first time for everything.

  Fortunately—and unfortunately—he avoided the sensitive, little bundle of nerves, instead sliding two fingers into her wetness, teasing her and then backing off.

  Torn between kissing him and wanting to watch, she finally—reluctantly—dragged her mouth away from his to watch Sawyer’s face as he fingered her, loving the expressions he made every time she gasped with pleasure. His eyes glowed brighter than ever, giving her the impression he liked making her feel good. Or at least hearing her make sexy, little whimpers of ecstasy.

  Sawyer moved a little to the side, slipping his free arm down and around her. When the two fingers inside her curled up slightly to caress that perfect place, she was glad he was holding on to her. If not, she probably would have collapsed when her knees started to go weak.

  The tingles began deep inside her, building quickly, and Harley knew she was going to come. But when Sawyer began grinding the heel of his palm against her clit at the same time, the pressure deep in her core became intense and even breathing was difficult.

  “Oh, Sawyer,” she whispered, leaning into him, letting him hold her up completely as she buried her face in his shoulder, losing herself in his scent and giving herself up to him. “Don’t ever stop, I’m begging you.”

  “I got you.” His warm voice rumbled in her ear, as arousing as his touch. “Just let go and fall.”

  She did, screaming as the orgasm rushed up so fast it took what little breath she had left right out of her lungs. Waves that were more like electrical currents than water washed over her, making every inch of her body tingle and spasm, white light filling her vision. Some distant part of her mind knew she’d never come this hard before, that it was Sawyer’s perfect touch making it possible.

  Then she stopped thinking completely and simply melted as Sawyer continued to caress that place inside her, the hand making rhythmic circles against her clit drawing out the tremors until insanity seemed likely. Orgasms this good had to be illegal. Or at least only offered via a prescription. This kind of pleasure available over the counter would become addicting.

  Harley was a complete weak-kneed noodle by the time Sawyer was done with her. She would have been doing her best imitation of a puddle on the floor if his arm hadn’t been around her. She was equally grateful when he slipped the other one behind her knees and scooped her up to place her on the bed. Then he leaned over her, kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear in a lazy fashion as she attempted to regain control of her arms and legs.

  In all honestly, if she could move at the moment, she’d almost certainly be climbing on top of Sawyer and riding him like an attraction at Disney World. Though maybe it was just as well she was too wiped out right now. She wasn’t sure if she could handle another orgasm right away.

  Okay, that was probably a lie. She was always up for more orgasms. They were like pizza. Good anytime of the day or night and impossible to have enough of.

  “As much as I’d love to be inside of you right now,” Sawyer whispered in her ear, making her shiver, “I think we might have a problem.”

  She opened her eyes and gave him a lazy look, praying he was messing with her. “What’s wrong?”

  Sawyer’s breath was warm on her slightly sweat-slicked skin. “I don’t have any condoms with me, so unless you do—or you’re on some kind of long-term birth control—I think we’ll have to skip that particular activity. There are still a lot of other things we can do.”

  Harley pushed herself upright on the bed. “Crap. I don’t have any condoms, either. And I’m not on any long-term birth control.” She grinned as a solution occurred to her. “But I can go steal some condoms out of Forrest and Misty’s stash.” She could have pilfered some from Jake and Jes, too, but she wasn’t sure where they kept them and it would take too long to find them. “I’ll be right back.”

  Giving him a quick kiss on the lips, she hopped off the bed. Her first few steps were a little unsteady as she practically ran for the door, but she covered it well, throwing a little extra sway in her hips so Sawyer wouldn’t notice how much he’d rattled her.

  It only took a minut
e to grab a handful of condoms from the night table beside Misty and Forrest’s bed, but somewhat longer to write a quick note on the pad there, explaining she’d borrowed some and would pay them back later. It probably didn’t help that her hands were shaking so much she had a hard time writing. But Harley hadn’t slept with a guy in damn near forever, and in truth, she’d never wanted a man as much as she wanted Sawyer. It was actually making her nervous.

  The second she was out of Misty’s room, she ran as fast as she could down the hallway, refusing to think about the fact that she was as naked as the day she was born. She only prayed she didn’t find Sawyer crashed out on the bed asleep because it had taken her too long.

  Thankfully, he wasn’t. In fact, he was still standing there beside the bed, his cock as hard as it had been when she’d left. And if the golden glow in his eyes was any indication, he wanted her as much as she wanted him. It was hard to explain how amazing that made her feel.

  Harley slowed as she entered the doorway, not wanting to give away how excited she was at the prospect of sleeping with him. The two of them were perfect for each other. She had never felt so sure about something in her life.

  She tossed four of the condoms on the nightstand beside the bed, then moved toward Sawyer with the last one in her hand. He reached for it, but she waved him off, tearing open the foil packet and pulling the piece of latex out, reaching down to roll it onto his hard shaft.

  Sawyer slipped a finger beneath her chin, tilting her mouth up for another kiss. Only when they were both breathless did he gently nudge her onto the bed. She rolled onto her hands and knees to crawl toward the pillows, wondering what position they should make love in first. All it took was one look over her shoulder to see Sawyer was gazing at her butt like he’d suddenly found the meaning of life to make up her mind.

  Stopping where she was, she stayed on her hands and knees, flashing him a sultry smile. “This work for you?”

  That earned her a long, deep growl as he climbed on the bed behind her, his hands tracing their way up her thighs to her hips and then across her bottom. His claws lightly teased her skin, pulling another shiver from her before he slowly moved his hands to get a grip on her hips.

  Harley arched her back, resting her face on the bed as she felt Sawyer position the head of his cock at her opening, moaning as he slowly slid in. The sensation as he filled her was unreal, stealing her breath away. The part where he tightened his grip on her hips wasn’t bad, either.

  Sawyer stayed buried deep inside her for what seemed like forever before slowly pulling out, then plunging back in equally slowly. And with the grip Sawyer had on her hips, there was nothing Harley could do about it.

  “Are you trying to drive me insane?” she murmured.

  “Yes” was all he said, the amusement clear in his voice.

  Thankfully, Sawyer took pity on her a little while after that, his pace picking up more and more until her whole body was shaking with the force of his pounding. As his hips repeatedly smacked into her butt, Harley slid a hand down between her legs to touch herself, making little circles directly over her clit in time with his thrusts. At the same time, her other hand fisted in the blankets, holding on for dear life.

  It was about then that Harley realized she was muttering a nonstop plea for Sawyer to go faster and harder. He must have heard her, if the way he started slamming her was any indication. When he started to growl in time with his thrusts, Harley lost it. Between his shaft inside her, his hands hard on her hips, and her own fingers on her clit, she climaxed again.

  Harley cried out so hard as the pleasure hit her that she thought her throat would tear, but she couldn’t stop it. It was like this time was even better than the first, which shouldn’t have been possible, since the first time had nearly turned her into mush.

  The climax was just beginning to ebb when Sawyer flipped her over, her back hitting the soft bed before she even realized he’d slid out. She was too addled at first to understand what was happening until he climbed between her legs and slid back in, his forearms coming down on either side of her shoulders and his mouth capturing hers. Harley automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together and squeezing tight. Her arms followed, draping over his muscular shoulders, fingers threading into his hair to keep him where she wanted. She kissed him so hard that breathing—even thinking—was nearly impossible.

  After the intensity of her last orgasm, the intimacy of this position, with Sawyer’s strong arms caging her in and his heart thumping hard against her own, was almost more than she could take. And when he started moving this time, the head of his cock touched a completely different place inside her, his muscular body pressing her firmly into the mattress. That was when it got even better.

  She broke the kiss, wanting—needing—to look at him. The sight of his eyes glowing yellow gold, his fangs extended slightly over his lower lip, had to be the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

  Harley moved with him, squeezing her legs and digging her heels into his back to force him deeper with every thrust. But in comparison to the sex they’d had before, this time was slow and languid. But she wasn’t complaining. After the night they’d already had, she could do with some lazy lovemaking.

  Every once in a while, Sawyer ducked his head to kiss her again or nip at her neck and shoulders, his fangs on her skin making her shiver. When she happened to find that particular collection of shoulder muscles she loved so much in the vicinity of her mouth, she naturally returned the favor, biting down on him in a way she’d never considered doing with another man. And when she felt the tingling in her gums, felt him jerk a little as the tips of her fangs pierced skin, she didn’t let herself overthink it.

  As the third orgasm of the night hit her, she locked eyes with Sawyer, fighting to maintain contact even as the pleasure made it hard to even think, much less see. The climax continued to grow more intense, lightning burning bright in the bottle of her soul.

  Then it all changed and Harley wasn’t sure if she wanted to scream or cry as something more powerful than an orgasm settled in her chest. The sensation didn’t crest and then ebb. Instead, it simply blossomed inside her and stayed there. Suddenly, the urge to hold on to Sawyer and never let go was overwhelming in its intensity.

  Their gazes stayed locked until Sawyer growled his release. Only then did Harley close her eyes when he bent his head to kiss her again, his warm lips moving slowly over one of her ears.

  “You have the most beautiful green glow to your eyes when you let yourself go,” he whispered. “And your fangs are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  She was too exhausted to truly register what any of that even meant, simply lying there in Sawyer’s bed, breathing in his scent from the pillow she somehow found under her head. It struck her as a little odd that her nose seemed to be working so well at the moment. Picking up a scent on something as simple as a pillow was usually beyond her. But she dismissed that as unimportant as she watched Sawyer move to turn out the light, then slip back into bed and under the blanket with her.

  How she’d gotten under those covers remained a mystery, but as Harley felt Sawyer’s warm body spoon up behind her, she decided it was unimportant as well. Instead, she wiggled back into him, latched on to the arm he’d wrapped around her, and dropped off into the most relaxing sleep of her life.

  Chapter 15

  “So, I guess you and Harley are a thing now?” Rory said from where he sat on the other side of the table, the words deceptively casual.

  Sawyer snapped his head up, sure he’d heard wrong. Which could be true. Admittedly, he hadn’t been paying attention to his teammate. He and Rory were in the support team’s makeshift safe house/hospital conference room waiting for Weatherford to call in from London for what was bound to be a horribly painful video teleconference. He fully expected his boss to fire him this morning. Or order him back to headquarters for interrogat
ion. He wasn’t sure which would be worse. And when his head hadn’t been spiraling with those thoughts, it had been filled with ones involving a certain female werewolf and a night like he’d never experienced. Leaving a naked, beautiful Harley in bed to come over here with Rory so they could talk to their boss had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done.

  Bloody hell. It was like Rory had read his damn mind.

  “Harley and me?” he murmured, figuring if he repeated the question, it would give him time to think of something better to say.

  “Yeah, you and Harley.” The corner of Rory’s mouth tilted up in a smile. “You know, the woman you slept with last night?”

  Sawyer stared, fumbling to collect his thoughts. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Harley and I—”

  “Seriously, mate?” Rory lifted a brow. “I saw Harley coming out of the bathroom last night. She was wearing one of your shirts and walked straight into your room. It’s not hard to figure out what’s going on.”

  For a moment, Sawyer considered trying to come up with something that would explain everything Rory had seen but decided against it. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide. He supposed he was so used to covering up his secrets that lying to his teammates had become instinctive.

  “I’m not sure if we’re a thing, but yeah, Harley and I slept together,” he admitted. “Is that a problem for you?”

  Rory chuckled. “It’s not a problem for me. Though I get the feeling if you and Harley are sleeping together, it’s definitely a thing.”

  “What makes you so sure?”

  “Because she doesn’t strike me as someone who does this kind of thing lightly,” Rory said. “Now that I think about it, you’ve never been one to jump into bed with a woman on a whim, either. I’m guessing this means something to both of you.”