by Dena Christy
When they got to his bedroom he kicked the door shut behind him, and he put her on her feet beside the bed. She trembled and he reached for her. God, he wanted her so much, but he needed to get control of himself. Forcing himself to slow down, he lowered his mouth to hers and took her mouth with a gentleness that he fought tooth and nail to maintain.
He reached up behind her and pulled the pins out of her hair, where they held her hair in a messy bun on top of her head. Her hair spilled down her back and he threaded his fingers through their silken strands.
He pulled his mouth away from her, and the desire in her heavy-lidded eyes snapped the rest of his control.
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed.” He pulled his shirt off over his head as he made his command in a rough growl. If she didn’t soon take her clothes off, he was going to rip them from her body. He took a step back and watched as she reached for the top button of her blouse.
He released a slow breath and told himself that there was no need to rush this. He may have a wolf inside him that was clamoring to make her truly his but the need to drive her out of her mind with desire was stronger than the need to be inside her. He would make her mindless first and then he would take her and there would be no doubt in her mind of who she belonged to.
9
Honor’s hands shook as she worked on the buttons of her blouse. Thank God he hadn’t been able to turn away from her. For a moment while they were downstairs she’d thought he was actually going to leave, that he would be able to resist the pheromones that her body was pumping out. She didn’t even want to think about what that would have led her to do.
In the time it took for her to get her blouse unbuttoned, he’d stripped off all his clothes. He stood there with hunger in his eyes when he looked at her, and the movements of her hands faltered when she took in the sight of his huge, muscular body. He looked like a model of male perfection standing there, and her eyes darted down to his swollen cock. He was so big, and she swallowed hard for a second.
He stepped up to her. “You aren’t getting naked fast enough.”
He reached behind her and with swift, practiced fingers he undid her bra. It fell from her body and he was equally quick about dealing with the button and zipper of her jeans. Having him stand so close ramped up the desire coiling inside her and she shoved the denim down her legs along with the panties she was wearing. God, she wanted him so bad and needed to be with him more than she’d ever needed anything else in her life.
With a growl, he pulled her to him, and she closed her eyes when he brought his mouth down on hers. The feel of his naked body pressed against her was so good, and his kiss was harder than the one he’d given her when they’d first come into the room. He seemed intent on devouring her, and she couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. The hunger inside her for him threatened to consume her and she shook with it. If he wasn’t holding on to her so tight she didn’t think that she would be able to stand up anymore. She clawed at the skin on his back in her need to get as close to him as possible.
He ripped his mouth away from hers and she looked up at him. His skin was stretched taut over his cheekbones, and there was the tell-tale ring of amber around his irises. She could see his struggle for control and she wanted more than anything to break the control he had over himself so that he would take her with the fierceness she could read in his eyes.
“Get on the bed.”
She had no choice but to obey his growled command. She moved away from him and went to the center of his king-size bed. The bedspread was cool under her fevered flesh and she stretched out. He stood there, staring at her as if he was drinking in the sight of her. She wanted him so bad and wanted him to join her. And she needed to drive him as crazy as just looking at him was doing to her.
She licked her lips as she ran her hands down her body, and he tracked their movements. Her breasts were hot and heavy when she cupped them. She arched her back slightly, her nipples were hard and his eyes flared. It was evident by the tightening of his muscles that it was turning him on to watch her touch herself, and seeing his desire for her in his eyes made her want to fan the flames. Her hands skimmed down her belly, and she opened her legs so she could cup herself between her thighs.
A low rumble ripped from his chest as his eyes were riveted to her hands. She stroked herself and groaned. She was so aroused that the touch of her fingers over her swollen flesh sent a flash of pleasure through her. She wanted to know what it would feel like to have him touch her, so she turned her head to look at him.
“I’m so wet, Rafe. I need you.”
Her words seemed to snap him out of the spell he was under, and he joined her on the bed. He pulled her hand from between her legs, raised it to his mouth and sucked on her fingers. She moaned at the thought of him tasting her on her fingers. Her fingers slid out of his mouth, and he gave her a look that was made of pure sin and she trembled when she saw it.
His eyes raked over her body as if he couldn’t decide what part of her he wanted to explore first. She trembled as he lowered his head and kissed her mouth. She reached for him, putting her arms around his neck and he grasped her around her wrists, pulling her hands away from him.
He eased his mouth away from hers and pinned her hands against the pillow on either side of her head. He slid his hands down the soft skin on the inside of her arms, and her body felt fevered with his light caress. His hands came to her breast. He cupped them and gave them a light squeeze. She arched her back as a groan escaped her. He lowered his mouth and took her aching flesh in his mouth.
A moan was ripped from her, and the desire thrumming through her went up a notch. The feel of her flesh inside his mouth as he sucked on her sent an answering response through her entire body. She trembled as he sent pleasure through her and she couldn’t keep her hands where he wanted them against the pillow. She reached for him, threading her hands through his hair. Her fingers squeezed when he flicked his tongue against her nipple while it was in his mouth.
Her breath was coming in heavy pants when he moved his attention to her other breast. His broad palm skated down her belly and her legs fell open, inviting him to touch her. He took the invitation and stroked his fingers over her moist flesh as he sucked on her breast. She was so aroused that the touch of his fingers sent an orgasm slamming through her.
Her pleasure washed over her in waves and she cried out with it. Her eyes rolled before her lids squeezed shut over them. She kept them shut until she felt herself come back down to Earth. That had happened a lot faster than she’d expected, and she felt his mouth pull away from her. She forced her eyes open and she could see from the look on his face that he was quite pleased with himself.
“Wow.” Her voice was breathless as she smiled up at him.
“I’m not done yet, darlin’.” He gave her that lopsided grin of his as he placed soft kisses on her belly. He took his time, exploring every inch of her skin. This was it, she was going to lose her mind, but there was no way she wanted him to stop.
It felt like it took him forever to make his way between her thighs, and he rebuilt the fire inside her. She was trembling by the time he lowered his face between her legs. He dragged his tongue over her clit and she clenched fistfuls of the bedspread in her hands.
“Oh, Jesus.” A moan was dragged from her as he focused all his attention on pleasuring her with his mouth. This was foreign territory for her, and she’d never felt this much pleasure before.
The tension building inside her body ramped up and his name was dragged from her. She forced herself to relax as she enjoyed every stroke of his tongue. Sweat broke out over her flesh, and finally, he took her so high that she couldn’t stop herself from coming. Another orgasm hit her and all she could do was tremble and ride the wave of pleasure he gave her.
He pulled his mouth away from her and ran his hands up and down her thighs. His touched soothed her as she came back down again. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. She could see the toll his de
voting himself to her pleasure had taken on him. It didn’t seem possible but his muscles looked bigger and harder than they had before.
She sat up and ran her hands up his chest and around his neck. She pulled his mouth to hers and she kissed him. She could taste herself on his lips and it started the process of arousing her all over again. Even after two orgasms, she was still hungry for more, but she wanted him with her this time.
“I want you, Rafe. I want to feel you inside me. It’s time to let yourself go.”
At her words, he pulled away from her to move over to the side of the bed. He pulled open the drawer on the bedside table and pulled a condom out. Relief went through her, knowing he was prepared to protect her. Their situation was complicated enough without adding the possibility of pregnancy into the mix.
He tore through the foil wrapper and she could see his hands tremble slightly as he sheathed himself. Some impish part of her wanted to drive him into a frenzy, and she got up on her knees behind him. She kissed him on the back of his neck as she reached around under his arms and stroked the firm muscles of his chest. She moved her mouth up so that it was right next to his ear.
“I want you to fuck me so hard.” She bit his earlobe.
“Jesus, woman.” He turned and she could see that the last few threads of his control had snapped. She should be frightened by the wild look in his eyes, but she knew that no matter how turned on he was, no matter how fierce his desire for her, she had no reason to be afraid of him. This was Rafe, the man she’d entrusted herself to when she’d been at her most vulnerable. The way he’d tried to restrain himself downstairs had shown her that he was a man of integrity. He would never do anything to hurt her and she trusted him completely.
He pushed her back on the bed and moved his big body so that he was between her thighs. She was more than ready for him to take her, and she tilted her hips as he put himself at the entrance of her body.
He slid forward and she felt overwhelmed by how big he felt in her untried body.
“God, you’re so tight.” He pushed forward and pain flashed through her as he went through the barrier guarding her innocence. He froze above her and looked down at her, shock replacing the desire on his face.
Oh God, please don’t let him stop now. He was finally a part of her and she didn’t want it to end until they’d found their fulfillment with each other.
“Don’t stop, please.” She moved her hips, and he closed his eyes tight for a second. She trembled and waited to see if he was going to finish what they started together.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her. She’d never felt so vulnerable in her life, with him deep inside her body. He leaned down to kiss her softly on her mouth, and she put her arms around him. He seemed in no hurry now, and she could feel her body relax around him as she got used to his size.
His mouth drifted over her cheek to her ear. “You’re so beautiful.”
He pulled back a little and slid forward. There was no pain in his movements and she wanted more.
“You feel so good. Please, I need you.”
He took her at her word and pulled back again, flexing his hips so that he moved inside her, a little harder this time. She moaned and dug her heels into the bed as she moved her hips against him. A growl ripped from him, and she knew that he wasn’t going to hold himself back anymore. And he didn’t.
He sent her spiraling out of control as he moved inside her. For long minutes he built the fire inside her again and she could feel her body climbing higher and higher. It was so good, and when her orgasm came to claim her one more time, she fell into it.
His movements were harder and faster, and it was as if he had been waiting for her to find her release before he could allow himself his. He groaned as he slammed into her one last time. She held on to him as he joined her in paradise.
Finally, he was hers in every sense of the word. He was her mate, and she shoved aside the thought that at some point she would have to let him go. Her life had changed so much in the past few weeks that there was no telling where the future would take her. All she knew was that the man whose body was still inside her was the one she wanted to have a future with.
A virgin? How could a woman as hot as her, as old as her, still be a virgin?
Rafe rolled away from Honor and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached down and got rid of the protection, dropping it in the wastebasket beside the bed. He didn’t move back to lie beside her as his mind tried to deal with the shock that had been delivered to him when he’d first thrust inside her.
“Rafe?” Her hand came to rest on his back and all he could do was sit there and stare across the room. “What’s wrong?”
There was a note in her voice, one that told him that he was in danger of hurting her if he didn’t move back toward her. This had been her first time having sex, and it had to make her feel vulnerable. With a sigh, he moved so that he was lying beside her and he pulled her to him. Her head rested on his chest, and while he never usually liked to cuddle after sex, with her it felt different. He liked the scent of her hair in his nose, liked the way her body felt against him. And it scared him.
If she’d been a woman of experience, maybe things would have been different. Maybe the wolf inside him wouldn’t be feeling so possessive. But it knew that he was the only one who’d ever touched her, the only one who’d been inside her body, and it wanted to keep it that way. But that was impossible because eventually, this thing between them would end. It had to. Honor would move on with her life and that would involve her being with someone else. She deserved to be settled, and he tamped down on the wave of possessiveness that wanted to swamp him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
His voice was soft in the stillness of the bedroom, and her hand froze where it had been stroking over his chest. He knew that she didn’t have to guess what he was referring to.
“I didn’t think it mattered.”
He turned his head so he could look at her. Her eyes were soft, but there was a vulnerability there that told him he would need to tread carefully. He had to remember that she was inexperienced. But he couldn’t let her believe that giving him her innocence didn’t matter.
“How can you say that? Of course, it matters. This was your first time, and you should have told me. And it should have been before I brought you up here.”
“And would it have changed anything?” She sat up and looked down at him. He could see the fire in her eyes and it made him want her again, even though the sweat had barely cooled on his body from the last time. And it was too soon for that. She had to be sore from what had just happened between them. “If I had told you downstairs that I had never been with anyone, would you have tried harder to push me away?”
He didn’t know if it would have made a difference. There was no way he been able to walk away from her, not knowing that her body was forcing the issue. And he damn well didn’t want someone else taking her virginity. He didn’t want anyone else to touch her, so knowing she’d never slept with anyone before wouldn’t have made him try harder to push her away.
“No, I wouldn’t have pushed you away, not when I knew what your body would force you to do.” And his mouth tightened when he thought of her on the hunt for another wolf if he’d refused her. “But it’s something that should have come up before I was inside you.”
Honor rolled her eyes and got up off the bed. He grabbed a hold of her arm and she pulled it away from him.
“Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom. I’m sore and am going to soak in the tub.” She turned around and he watched her walk out the bedroom door. She shut the door behind her, and it was a little harder than necessary.
“Fuck.” He stared at the ceiling, wondering how he’d managed to screw things up with her already. Why had he even brought it up?
Deep down he knew why. A part of him felt unworthy of her. He’d spent most of his adult life moving from one woman to another the second things started to get serio
us. He couldn’t do that with her. Not only were they mated, but he’d also been the only man to enjoy her body. And he closed his eyes when he tried to imagine walking away from her when the time came and he found that he couldn’t.
He got up off the bed and went to the door. He could hear the water running in the bathroom and he thought maybe he should leave her alone, but a part of him couldn’t. He didn’t want her feelings to be hurt and so he opened the bedroom door and went into the bathroom.
She was standing there, nude, and his body tightened at the sight of her beautiful body. Why had he been such an ass to bring up her innocence, when they could still be in bed right now, enjoying each other?
“If you’ve come in here to start a fight, you can turn around right now. I feel good about what happened between us and I don’t want you to spoil it.” She was in the process of coiling her hair into a topknot and she used a hair elastic to hold it up. The smooth expanse of her back was visible, and it led his eyes on a path down to her ass. Christ, she looked better naked than she did in a pair of jeans.
The tub was full and she turned off the tap. He never knew why he’d installed a huge soaker tub when he preferred to shower. He was glad he had as he watched her lithe body get into the tub.
“Scoot forward.”
She glanced at him for a second before doing as he asked. He got in the tub behind her and settled her between his legs, pulling her back so that she rested against his chest. She was tense, and he knew that she was never going to be able to relax with him unless he made up for the big deal he’d made over her virginity.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to pick a fight.” He put his arms around her and held on to her. “Your first time should be special and I would have made it so if I’d known.”
She turned her head to look at him and she started to laugh. He didn’t know what was so funny about what he’d said, but at least she wasn’t angry with him anymore.