For whatever reason, it warmed him to think that she had discussed their relationship ‒ not that they had a real relationship ‒ with a family member.
“This,” she held up the bottle, “will neutralize your scent and will mask my scent on you. No one need ever know about our brief … encounter. We can train and rut and train some more and in a week or two, we will go our separate ways.” She raised her brows.
Brynn took the bottle from her. He opened the lid and smelled the substance inside. It was the weirdest thing. The gloop didn’t seem to have much of a scent. He gave it another whiff. No, it didn’t really smell of anything. “Are you sure it will work? Not that I mind having your scent on me, it’s just …”
She gave a sharp nod. “It will work.” Then she smiled. “Back in the day, it was forbidden for different packs to interact. The females of our species used that,” she pointed at the bottle in his hand, “to get away with it. It’s tried and tested.”
Brynn couldn’t help but grin. “In that case, I hope you have bottles of the stuff.” He took another step, putting himself directly in front of her. She had to look up to maintain eye contact.
“I can do one better.” He noticed how heavy her breathing had become. Her lips were glistening from being licked and chewed on. Tiffany was nervous but she was also excited.
He could relate, and in spades. His whole body felt like it was vibrating. At the same time everything seemed to tighten. The thought of touching and tasting this female was almost more than he could handle. Now that he knew that being with her was possible, his mind took flight, thinking of all the ways he wanted to have her. Thinking of sinking into her heat, of making her scream with pleasure. Of making her come on his mouth, his hands, his dick. Fuck!
His cock twitched at the thought.
“My grandmother gave me the recipe. I know how to find the plant it is made from and I know how to make it.” She dropped the bottle back into the bag.
He couldn’t hold off any longer. Brynn gripped Tiffany by the waist and pulled her towards him. She groaned softly as her chest connected with his. Her pupils dilated.
“In that case …” He moved his face closer to hers. He could scent her sweet breath. Feel her heat against him.
“In that case …” she sighed. Her gaze on his lips.
Brynn touched his mouth to hers for a second or two before pulling back. Her eyes flared and her heartrate increased. Shit, her lips were so damned soft. More. All he could think about was having more of her.
Brynn took back her mouth and she could only groan in response. He swallowed the sound as he deepened the kiss and then she was drowning.
Twisting, turning, rushing, drowning …
His arms circled her and pulled her closer. It only made the feelings inside her expand like the swelling tide. Forceful and strong. Dangerous yet beautiful. She was drowning and loving every minute of it.
Tiffany moved her hands up and down his back. Following the sculpted muscle. She grabbed his ass through his shorts and yanked him closer.
Brynn made a growling noise. She felt the sharp edge of one of his fangs and it sent shivers racing down her spine. She needed him, she wanted him, she had to have him and right now.
Tiffany allowed her hands to roam. She gripped his cock through the light material of his jogging shorts. Brynn groaned loudly. His chest vibrated against her. She rubbed her hand up and down the length of his shaft, which elicited another hard moan.
“You shouldn’t do that,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Yeah, I should,” she whispered back, nipping at his mouth. Before kissing him … hard.
Tiffany broke their contact and pulled her shirt over her head. Brynn growled, his eyes flared with heat. Her belly tightened in response.
Then she unclasped her shorts and stepped out of them. Brynn growled again. Tiffany knew that he could scent her arousal. Her gaze was drawn to the hardness in his pants. The material tented and the top of his cock peeked out as it had when she had first met him. She gripped the material and pulled them down with a hard tug. His dick sprang free.
Brynn gripped her wrists. “Easy. We have time.”
“I’m not a very patient person.”
Brynn stepped out of the shorts and her mouth dried. Her head spun. Her eyes felt like they were bugging out of her skull. He was magnificent.
His grip on her wrist softened. “I don’t want you to be with that other male while we are together.” His eyes were dark. His jaw tight. “I know I have no right to …”
“I don’t want you to be with that human.” Not ever. The thought of Brynn with another female had knots forming inside her. Had her nail beds tingling and her gums burning.
Brynn nodded. He swallowed thickly. “Three more training sessions and we can both go on with our lives.”
Tiffany nodded. “Okay.” Three wasn’t enough. She wasn’t about to say that though. She also wasn’t going to think about it right now. She just wanted to enjoy her time with him.
“Maybe four.” He cupped her chin. “We’ll see how it goes. You need to work on your temper.” His eyes twinkled with mischief.
“Or five since I have a tell. It might be difficult to get rid of.”
“It might be.” His grin widened but turned serious when he dropped his eyes to her breasts.
She made a humming noise before jumping into his arms. Tiffany circled her legs around his hips. Brynn’s cock felt hard and ready between her legs.
He looked around, his gaze settling on something to the right. In just a few big strides, he was putting her down and moving between her legs.
Was he going to rut her like a human?
Maybe vampires rutted chest to chest. She tried to relax.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growled. Brynn was looking at her pussy. “Spread your legs wider.” His voice was deep and thick.
Tiffany shook her head. “You can taste me some other time. I want to rut.” She moved to her knees and stuck her ass in the air in clear invitation.
“The last of the romantics,” Brynn chuckled. He grabbed her hips. Yes! Finally! She was going to feel him inside. Deep inside her.
She gasped as he turned her over. “I’ve had wet dreams about this,” he rumbled. “Several, since meeting you. Let me put my mouth on you.” He leaned over her and took her nipple into his hot mouth.
A zing of pleasure coursed through her, heat moved from her nub to her clit. Her pussy went from wet to soaking. Tiffany cried out. It only increased her need. “I haven’t had sex in a very long time,” she managed to grind out. She hadn’t had sex very often at all. All of her couplings had been quick and meaningless. A quick burst of pleasure. All practical.
“Me neither,” he growled, before suckling on her breasts some more. Her chest heaved, her breaths becoming more and more ragged. Damn he was good. He moved to her other nipple and she arched her back, making a whimpering noise.
“I’m wet. I’m ready.” Her voice was deep and husky. “Don’t make me wait.”
His grip on her hips tightened as he moved to kiss her stomach. Tiffany squirmed. “Rut me, Brynn.”
He chuckled again. “I had planned on kissing you all over.”
“You had planned. Really?” She raised her brows.
“I had fantasized.” His eyes were silvery grey. So damned beautiful.
“No kissing.” Tiffany tried to squirm from his grip but he held her in place.
“Yes, kissing.” He gave her a half-smile before dropping his gaze to her pussy. “And licking and sucking.”
“Rutting then sucking.” She tried to pull free.
“I’m the teacher and you are the pupil. I call the shots.”
She choked out a laugh. It came out sounding a little strangled. She was a little desperate so a she-wolf couldn’t be blamed. “If you insist.” She allowed herself to relax and widened her thighs.
“I can’t wait to have you,” he growled. Brynn moved his hands from her hips and cuppe
d her breasts. He moved down, his nostrils flared and his eyes glowed.
At the very last second, she wrapped her legs around him and whipped him onto his back, placing her hands on his shoulders. Tiffany slid back. She grasped his thick cock and sank down onto his length. Brynn groaned.
She’d never taken a male like this before. Brynn’s eyes widened and his mouth turned slack. Then he groaned as her ass touched his hips. Fully seated on his cock, Tiffany didn’t give him a chance to protest or to retaliate, she began to move up and down.
She kept her hands on him like an anchor for a few moments before sitting up so that she could take him deeper. It felt good to be in control. He felt so good inside of her. Almost better than she imagined. The slip and slide of his body against hers caused her belly to tighten. She bit down on her bottom lip.
“Fuck,” Brynn snarled. “You look amazing.” He reached up and cupped her breasts. They were jerking with each hard thrust of her body.
It didn’t matter. It felt too good to stop. She could already feel the coiling inside her. The tightening. Like her skin was too tight for her body. She was making noises, groaning, grunting. Brynn had his bottom lip between his teeth. He was thrusting from below. A sheen of sweat on his brow. His hands were on her hips now, anchoring her.
Then he reached between her thighs and rubbed on her clit. A cry was torn from her as she went over the edge. Her orgasm was brutal. It tore through her body like a wildfire. It ravaged and consumed her. Brynn’s hand tightened on her hip and his movements became jerky. He snarled, his fangs were long and gleaming. He looked so handsome.
She slowed her movements. They were both breathing hard.
Brynn gave her a tight half-smile. “You distracted me and made your move. If we had been fighting I would be dead. As it stands, you pretty much killed me.”
She smiled back, her hands on his chest. He pulled her into his arms.
“I want you again,” he whispered against the shell of her ear.
Tiffany shook her head. “I need to get back and we still have to wash.” She wriggled from his grip. Her heart was pounding.
The sex had been quick and it should’ve been practical. A means to an end but it wasn’t. Being with this male had been explosive. She wanted him again. She wanted him altogether too much. Rutting him was supposed to ease these urges. Eradicate these needs. Help her move on. It wasn’t supposed to make her want him more.
Her wolf arched its back but at the same time, the beast was restless. It wasn’t going to be easy to walk away from him.
Brynn licked his lips and stretched out on the ground. He was beautiful. So damned beautiful it took her breath away. “Next time, I get to have you the way I want you.” He reached for her but she moved away.
“We need to wash. I need to get home.” Shit! Emotion coursed through her. She couldn’t allow herself to fall in love with this male. It would only end in heartache.
He gave her a tight smile, rising to his feet. “Same time tomorrow?”
Tiffany nodded, already on the way to the river. Her mouth felt dry and panic welled. She couldn’t come back tomorrow. She couldn’t see him again. It was too risky.
7
One week later …
Brynn pushed into her tight sheath. His jaw clenched and his hands tightened on her hips.
Fucking perfection. This female was amazing. She had the ability to break him. She moaned and squirmed when he stopped moving. He was enjoying being locked with her. One with her. Tiffany.
He slid a hand up her back, just touching, marveling. She wasn’t having any of it. The she-wolf bucked against him, her pussy tightening around him. His need to rut gripped him just as tightly.
She moaned and pushed back and his resolve to take her slowly dissolved completely. With a hard growl, he jerked back and thrust into her. Tiffany made a keening noise deep down in her throat and her pussy clenched around him. His fangs throbbed in his gums and his mouth just about watered with the need to drink from her.
He continued to thrust in hard quick strokes. It wasn’t just the need to drink that consumed him but the need to mark and brand. The need to claim.
He groaned as realization dawned. How was he going to let this female go? Especially considering she wasn’t his and would never be his.
Despite his turbulent emotions, her pussy fluttering around his dick and his name being expelled on her lips caused his balls to pull up. It caused sweat to bead on his forehead.
Shit!
Brynn picked up the pace. Tiffany chanted his name as she came undone, her body jerking back against his. Her long, lean back arching like that of a cat.
Brynn grit his teeth together as wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over him. He leaned his face on her back, his chest heaving. Tiffany worked hard to catch her breath as well. Within mere moments she tried to pull away from him. This was how it had been the whole week. Quick, hard ruts followed by Tiffany running away to bathe and to return to her pack. They didn’t even train much anymore. These little moments were like golden nuggets to him as he’d ask her about her day, or little things about her. Sometimes she would smile or laugh. He got to get a glimpse of her, got to know her a little better.
Then they would be ripping at each other’s clothes. Tiffany would rush the couplings each and every time, by impaling herself on him or by taking him into her mouth. Brynn was powerless to deny her, to deny them both.
His grip on her tightened. “Don’t go just yet. I want to hold you in my arms.”
Tiffany stilled but didn’t look at him for a long while. When she finally turned her head to meet his gaze, her eyes were clouded. “That’s not a good idea.” She shook her head.
“Why not? I want to hold you, to touch you.”
“To what end?” Her eyes narrowed.
“It’s what people do after being intimate.”
“It’s what couples do. It’s what people do when they are in a relationship.” Hurt. That was it, he saw hurt in her eyes. Had he done something? Said something?
“We are in a relationship … of sorts.” He wanted more than she could give. He wasn’t interested in the females from The Program. He no longer even attended the events. Brynn wanted Tiffany. There was no longer any denying it. He knew if he tried to pursue it that it would scare her away. “Lie with me for a second.” He gave her arm a light tug. “Two minutes and then we will wash together.”
Her gloop worked. No one suspected that he was rutting a wolf. Zane had asked him if everything was okay since he’d been distracted at practices. That was the only indication he gave that anything was wrong.
Tiffany sighed. “Okay. Two minutes.” She put up two fingers and gave him a ghost of a smile.
He chuckled. “You make it sound like a hardship.”
Tiffany snuggled into his chest, she wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes.
“See, not so bad.” He rubbed her back.
She sighed softly. “Too good is a better description.”
“Too good.” He couldn’t help but laugh again. It was tight and didn’t hold much humor. “How can something be too good?”
She lifted her head, her hot fudge stare meeting with his. “You know what I mean.” Her eyes filled with unshed tears and his heart ached in response. “This can’t go on.” She shook her head. “It can’t. We both know it.”
“I don’t want it to end.” He cupped her cheek, hating the way she shut down and pulled away. It happened in all aspects, the least of which was physical.
“It has to.” She took in a shuddery breath. “It’s already gone on too long.” She chewed on her lower lip. “We might make the mistake of falling in love. It can’t happen.”
Too fucking late.
Panic rushed through him. The thought of her walking away, of them never seeing one another again had his heart racing and adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Tiffany looked down at the floor. “I enjoyed our time together. I …”
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�No!” Not yet. It was too soon. His jaw tightened. It would always be too soon. Delaying things would only make it more difficult but he couldn’t say goodbye just yet. “Give me one more day. Tomorrow?” His voice held a desperate edge. One he had never heard before. It scared him shitless.
She started to shake her head.
“One more time.” His voice held a softer edge. “Please.” Brynn leaned forward and traced her jaw with his thumb. “Then we can call it quits.”
He could see the warring emotions as they crossed her face. Frustration, hurt followed by resignation. She nodded once, giving him a half smile. “One more time.”
“Can you get away in the evening?”
She frowned and then shrugged. “I suppose I could.”
“Good.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. Tiffany leaned forward, sinking into him for a moment. It didn’t last long and she tensed up, moving away and heading towards the river.
Brynn sighed and followed her. One more meeting and they would be over. He would become a distant memory. A secret that the she-wolf would hopefully remember with fondness. One thing was for sure, he planned on making it a night she would never forget.
Her breath froze in her lungs. Tiffany looked up for a second, saying a silent prayer of thanks that she’d listened to her inner voice and had worn a dress for this evening.
She swallowed down the lump that had formed in her throat and smoothed down the material. It was white with lace around the hem and a draw-tie neck. The color contrasted with her skin. She always felt pretty when wearing the garment. Right now, under his heated gaze, she felt downright beautiful.
Brynn exhaled, his eyes wide and shining in the light of what had to be a hundred candles. “You look amazing.” He licked his lips.
Tiffany smiled. “I can see that you’ve been busy. When did you do all of this?” She held up her hands and gestured around the clearing. There were lit candles everywhere. On the floor, the tree trunk and all over the table.
Yup, a table and chairs in the middle of nowhere.
The scent of cooking meat caught her deep in the snout. It made her mouth water.
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