by Amy Redwood
His gaze was hard and hot, and damn if she didn’t dissolve into helpless lust just seeing him again. Or maybe it was the sight of his hard, thick cock resting against his stomach.
If she’d worn panties, they’d be damp now.
He slowly strode toward her, and instinctively she backed away as she had when he was still a wolf.
He was a goddamn predator.
Then she got a grip.
It was Trent.
He towered over her as if he wanted to sink his teeth into her neck. Still predator, she thought, and a sliver of fear slid down her spine.
She let out a surprised yelp as he pounced on her, his body pinning her to the ground, his hand opening and yanking at her jeans until he had them shoved down her legs and over her feet. One rough hand slipped between her legs. A deep growl rose from his throat as he found her bare, no panties stopping his searching fingers. Half lidded, his eyes were trained on her as he dragged his fingers through her wet cunt before he brought his fingers to his mouth. His eyes closed, his nostrils flared and his growl was almost violent.
Her shoulders, bottom, heels pressed into the moist ground as he lowered his weight on her, his hips flush against hers, his hard cock nestled between her legs.
His mouth came down on hers in a hard kiss, her taste still on his tongue. Arousal coursed through her veins, heat blazing up until she all but burned for him. His tongue thrust into her mouth, filling her exactly how she wanted him to fill her.
Breathing in fast gasps, she pushed against his chest because his weight robbed her of air. He caught her hands, pulled them over her head and clamped one hard hand on her wrists, making her wince. He wasn’t fooling around, wasn’t gentle.
And he wasn’t asking permission.
His body heat enveloped her as she took in his scent of salt and earth and him. He was so animalistically masculine that she groaned out in need to feel him fuck her rough, right there, right now.
Using his knee to spread her legs, he reached between them and wrapped his hand around his cock, the thick head nudging her open.
He pushed into her, his cock sliding into her aching cunt in one hard shove, and she cried out at the sudden sharp sensation he triggered. She felt herself stretch, give, wrap around his thick cock. She heard him curse, heard him call her “damn woman” as if it was an insult. He glared down at her, his eyes wild with a yellow ring around the dilated black pupils, and every muscle in his body was tense.
“I told you to stay the hell away from me,” he said with a distinct rasp to his voice.
“I can’t,” she whispered. “I can’t stay away from you.”
If this was punishment she’d never behave again.
Her eyes fluttered shut as he pushed deeper and she bucked against him, or at least tried to, if only he hadn’t pinned her down with such brute force. Stars exploded behind her closed eyelids at the exquisite feel of him inside her again. It felt right, so sinfully right. He shifted his hips, pushed deeper still, his pubic bone pressing against her clit. She’d thought she’d never feel him like this again, so deep as his body wrapped possessively around her. So right. Uncontrollably, convulsions shook her as her pussy clenched around his thick cock.
She bowed away from the ground and into him, gasping for air as he finally gave her enough room to move and breathe, screaming as her orgasm coursed in quick jolts through her body. When she had her breath back, she opened her eyes to see him stare at her with an expression she couldn’t name.
Roughly, he brushed his hand over her face. “Why the hell do you have to cry every time?”
She cringed, brushed her fist over her eyes as he released her wrists.
He braced himself on his elbows and he was still staring down at her with suppressed fury in his eyes. If she was to pour her heart out, she’d prefer he looked at her with dark eyes, not with those wild, yellow-rimmed ones. That gaze still sent shivers of, not fear, but a healthy dose of respect down her spine. And he was still inside her, unmoving, his cock so damn hot and hard.
And he was a wolf.
“You couldn’t have just told me?” she asked, because the shock of seeing a wolf was still lingering in her bones. “Instead of scaring the soul out of me?”
“Yes, I can imagine that conversation going down well.” His laugh was more a growl. “How did you know where to find me?”
About to launch into an explanation, she realized something else. “You found me.” He’d come to her and shown himself as if to test if she was able to figure out it was him—without dying of shock. She was sure it meant something, but damn if she could wrap her mind around it right now. “How did you know I was there? Was I making so much noise?”
He shook his head as if she was missing a point. His hips shoved against hers, just once, as if to remember her that he was still inside her, as if he was making sure she knew exactly where he was—buried to his balls inside her pussy.
As if she wouldn’t notice by herself.
“For the last time,” he said. “What are you doing here? You should be on a plane back home by now surely.”
She reached up, touched her hand to his cheek.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes. She could feel him tremble, however slightly. She could make him tremble, this wolf, and her heart skipped.
When he sought her gaze, she saw that his eyes had shifted back to their usual dark, obsidian-like color.
“I’m not going to leave Auckland,” she said, and took a deep breath. “And I’m staying here until you admit that there’s more than just sexual attraction between us. I’m going to stalk you,” she said, pushing a finger against his chest. “Until you admit it.”
“You are going to stalk me?” His mouth was quirking as if he was trying not to laugh. “And how are you going to do that? If you annoy me, I might just eat you for dinner. That’s what wolves do with girls like you.”
“Ha, now you’ve got me scared.” She flexed her pussy muscles around his hard cock inside her, biting back a moan because it sparked a fresh flame of arousal.
His breath went into his lungs in one sharp hiss. “Oh fuck,” he said, and jumped away from her almost as quickly as he’d pounced on her in the first place. His cock slipped out of her pussy, and she couldn’t help feeling rejected. Murmuring something about “getting pregnant” under his breath, he shoved his hand through his hair and added another curse to his mumbling. He settled between her legs, cross-legged, his erect cock, glistening with her juices, resting against his stomach.
She wondered if she should be happy that he was so responsible or miffed at the look of sheer horror that had crossed his face at the thought of getting her pregnant.
She braced herself on her elbows to get a better view of him and went with being happy. “I’m on birth control.”
“And I’m trying hard to ignore, or better yet, forget the reason for that.”
She bit her lip. Yes, she was on the Pill because she’d slept with Simon. So what. It was in the past, not far in the past, but it was over.
“Come on, Trent. Tell me that I’m the first woman you’ve had sex with.” She reached out, grabbed her jeans, which had landed an arm’s length away from her waist and shook the condoms out of her pockets. Maybe that would put him at ease. “But if I’m not, don’t you dare blame me for what I’ve done before I’d even met you.”
He let out an exasperated laugh. “God yes, for the sake of the argument, you are right. You wouldn’t understand that my feelings for you go beyond common jealousy.”
“Why is it,” she said, “that Vivian says you’d do anything for me?”
He scowled. “She said that?”
“Why did you say you’d marry her?” she asked, her heart twisting just by thinking about last night. “Why is it that I’m not the right woman for you?”
It finally clicked into place inside her mind with painful clarity.
“It’s because I’m not a wolf like you, but she is?”
“Yes,”
he said quietly, “she’s like me.”
“So that’s it, Trent?” she asked, feeling her throat close up. If this was the reason, she could do nothing. “I’m not good enough for you, is that it?”
He was silent, heartbreakingly silent.
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the hurt. If he thought she had some kind of deficiency, she could do nothing. And she couldn’t be with him if this was what stood between them. She’d rather be forever alone than be with a man who thought she was flawed by default.
As if he’d sensed that she was about to jump up and run away from him all over again, his hands came to rest on her legs, his light touch stopping her short. He started massaging with his thumb the back of her knee, and her muscles went liquid at the sheer pleasure of his touch. He was doing that so well. Distracting her, luring her into lust so deep she lost any rational thought.
“I didn’t find you because you were making so much noise,” he said slowly as if he had to select his words carefully. “I mean, you did, but that wasn’t it. I could find you in a sea of a hundred people, a thousand. I know your scent. You smell sweet, like lilacs, and you smell of you in a way I can’t begin to describe. And you smell of me because my scent still clings to your skin. And you smell of tears and a bit of fear, and for that I’m truly sorry.”
“Trent?” She propped herself up on her elbows again, searching his face.
“Hmm.” He was still massaging the back of her knee with his thumb and it was driving her crazy.
“That wasn’t an answer to my question.”
“Sure it was.” He drew in a long, deep breath. “Why are you here?”
She spread her hands, hoping he wasn’t as daft as not to notice that she wasn’t wearing a ring. “Isn’t it fairly obvious why I’m here?”
“Yes, it’s obvious.” He slid his hands from her knees down the inside of her thighs. He brushed the tip of his fingers between her legs. “Always so wet,” he said quietly, stroking his hands up and down her thighs. When he traced a finger through her wet folds, she felt her thighs tremble. “That’s why you’re here, Kat. You like to fuck.”
She clamped her legs shut with his hands trapped between them. “Not in the way you say it.”
“Didn’t I tell you what wolves do with annoying girls?” He pressed his palms against her thighs and forced her legs apart. “I’ll just eat you out.” His gaze was centered on the juncture between her legs so intensely that heat spread through her pussy and made her muscles clench.
She heard the low, weak moan that slipped past her lips. “Trent, we need to talk but I can’t do that if you keep touching me. It’s too…distracting.”
“But you want it, don’t you?” he said quietly. “You can’t get enough.”
Yes, she thought. She couldn’t get enough, but he was clearly not getting that she wanted him, not just sex per se. Her clit was pulsing, swollen, yet she didn’t want to surrender so easily. They really needed to talk, even though her body clearly demanded something else right now.
“No,” she said, in the vain hope he’d stop. “I want to talk.”
“A lying lawyer,” he said, sounding amused. “But I can smell when you lie as easily as I can smell your arousal. I can almost taste you on my tongue.”
“You can smell that I’m, that I’m…” For reasons she couldn’t say, she felt blood rush into her head.
He shrugged. “It’s a bit rude, I agree. In the cab and later in the hotel suite, your scent was so hot, so needy, I knew how wet you were before I even touched a single finger to your cunt.”
Her internal muscles spasmed as his words hit its mark. “I think that info wasn’t necessary.” No wonder he’d been so full of himself that night in the hotel. He was pretty certain that he would get a warm reception. “And I don’t want to know how many times you’ve taken advantage of women like that.”
“But it isn’t like that,” he said. “When I met you, I hadn’t shifted in many weeks, which always robs me of my heightened senses. So I shouldn’t have been able to notice your subtle come-and-get-me hints.” He laughed a rather dirty laugh, and then suddenly stopped abruptly. He closed his eyes, his chest rising as he took in a deep breath. “Damn,” he groaned. “I should have paid more attention. No wonder you turned out to be my—”
“My what?”
“Turned out to be my doom,” he said, and had the good sense to say it with a grin before he dived lower and touched his mouth to her pussy. His tongue slid through her folds, parting them as he eased inside her.
She moaned as her hips jerked forward. “Damn you,” she whispered as he wrapped his hands around her hips to still her movements.
“Trent,” she said, fighting to get her breath back, then lost her train of thought again when he sucked at her clit.
“Be quiet and let me look at you,” he said, a hoarse catch in his throat, and trailed his finger slowly through her wet folds.
“Trent,” she said as he tugged at her elbows until she took his hint and rested flat on her back. “How does that work, the wolf thing? Has the tattoo anything to do with it?”
“I got the tat because I was once young and stupid and liked to show off.” He gave her a quick lick with his tongue, which tickled more than anything else and made her smile. “I still like to show off though.”
“Then how does it work?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “It just works. Now hush.”
Turning her head, she breathed in the humid aroma of the damp earth, watched condensation drip from a coiled fern. “So it wasn’t a weird science experiment gone wrong?”
“No, it’s perfectly natural. Like licking the cream from your cunt.” He gave her another lick that had her flexing all the muscles in her body. “God, you’re so sweet,” he groaned. “So tight.”
“Trent?”
“Do you enjoy saying my name, do you want to annoy me on purpose, or what gives?”
“I can’t become like you, right?” she asked, had to ask to be sure.
“I don’t know why you’d want to. I’m a rather despicable person. Also, I enjoy you being female.”
He actually bit into her thigh, making her gasp, even though he’d done it gently. It was like a warning not to interrupt him again. Tough luck, she thought.
“Trent?”
There was a low growl coming from his throat that didn’t frighten her but sent her cunt into a spasm of lust.
“No,” he said, “you can’t be like me. I was born this way, ’cause my father was a shifter.”
“Your mom too?”
“No, she wasn’t.” he said. “And if I hear another question coming out of your mouth during the next minutes, I’ll flip you over my knee. And it won’t hurt in a good way, and that’s a promise.”
He wasn’t bluffing, she thought, and he was still unwilling to let her in on his life. Or maybe her timing just sucked. But how could he expect her not to be curious?
The ground underneath her wasn’t what she’d call comfortable, something sharp was digging into her shoulder. When he thrust his tongue into her pussy again, she focused on feeling his mouth and tongue between her legs. Need was racing through her with every lick he gave her. Her breasts ached for his touch, but he focused on her clit, licking her slow and thoroughly, without haste. His mouth closed over her pussy, his tongue sliding deep. She rolled her hips up, clenching her cunt around his tongue.
The pressure mounted, driven by the friction between her clit and his tongue. He kept on working her with slow, easy strokes of his tongue. Heat built, swirled, tightened her pussy. Her legs fell farther apart as she writhed beneath him, his rumbled growl vibrating against her clit. Sinking her hands into his hair, she bucked up again, her motions greedy and desperate for him to take her that one step further.
His breath was warm against her thighs, against her belly, her clit. It felt good, so good, but he wouldn’t use anything other than his mouth and she needed more. Needed him inside her, making them one, whol
e.
A rush of emotions flooded her and she sobbed out. She felt the first hot tears spill out the corners of her eyes. She balled her fists, cursing herself for dissolving into an emotional wreck all the time. She heard him sigh, and then he wasn’t even touching her with his mouth anymore, which made everything even worse. Squinting at him, she saw him sitting up.
“That’s a bit too early, don’t you think?” he said, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip in a way that made her pussy clench in unfulfilled need.
“I don’t mean to cry,” she whispered, sitting up and lifting her blouse to her face. She rubbed at her eyes, turning the former white cotton into a mess of mascara and dirt. “It just happens with you.”
“Why,” he said quietly, a strange pain showing on his face that she couldn’t comprehend. “I need to know why.”
She bit her lip, struggling to find words to explain. “After our first night, in the hotel, I wished you’d stayed. With me. It was confusing to say the least. But when you sleep with me, it feels so right, so good. I want you to stay in me forever. Stay with me forever. And I feared forever just wasn’t going to happen. And before the party, in your truck, I knew I’d never feel this whole with another man again.” She took in a slow, deep breath. “You broke my heart last night, Trent.”
A hard tremble ran through his body. He stared at her a moment longer then rubbed his hand across his forehead.
“Can’t you even admit,” she said, pleased with herself that she’d stopped crying, “that you feel something for me? Even if I’m not…like you?” Her voice had gone quiet, but she had to ask. Why else come here today, she thought. He’d broken her heart once. It couldn’t hurt more the second time around.
“Every time you were crying,” he said quietly, “it was because of me?”
“Slow, are you?” she said, attempting a smile, but it turned out rather wobbly. “Some three hundred wedding guests are going to want an explanation from me. I’ll have to return gifts, which is going to be awkward as well. And I have to admit, I was seriously in love with a stupid diamond ring.” She held up her hand, wiggled her bare fingers. “But I can’t marry the man who gave it to me.”