“Do what you say?”
“Yeah, like take a step back, or take off your shirt.”
“Oh, so it's a dirty game.” He grinned. “Sounds fun.”
Emily snickered, then added more incentive for him to get the answers right by mentioning, “By the way, these straps are a little itchy, so I'll just undo them since no one's around.”
With that said, she untied the straps of her sundress and let them fall. Caleb's smile faded in response, watching in anticipation as they drifted downward.
Yet she teasingly caught the garment before it could drop low enough to expose her breasts, drawing out innocently, “Oops, I almost let my hungry wolf see too much when he's still out of reach.”
Caleb heard a desirous growl escaping his throat, her innocent tone lending a kinky sense to her words that made him rock hard. But even more alluring was the way she grinned, and the thought that she enjoyed teasing him this way had him nearly taking a step forward without thinking.
“No,” she rushed out, “don't break the rules.”
Somehow, he managed to stop himself, so damned ready to reach her that he growled, “Then ask a question. And just so you know, when I reach you, you're gonna find out just how hungry your wolf is.”
“Oh yeah? Then let's see how much you actually know about me,” she returned with a playful grin that was altogether seductive. “So … what's my favorite color?”
That's easy. With no lack of confidence, he answered immediately, “Toss up between light greens and blues.”
She looked genuinely surprised. “Wow, okay, take a step closer, and no cheating.”
Caleb supposed that meant he couldn't take a bigger step than he normally would. Still, he lengthened the distance a bit, and found himself within seven feet, reasoning he had only six more questions to get right before he could make good on his promise.
So he insisted impatiently, “Next question.”
“I'm thinking,” she returned, gazing to the side momentarily. “Okay, how old was I when I lost my virginity?”
Shit. Caleb wasn't exactly sure. He only knew it was a few years ago—and desperately fought not to think about her with another man. But her exact age?
She was twenty-three now, so he did a little math and answered, “Twenty.”
“Close!” she announced. “I was twenty-one. So take off your shirt.”
Hearing this, Caleb wasn't too disappointed he'd gotten it wrong when her request allowed him to get ready for what was coming. Which will be her. Hard.
Still, the way Emily's gaze swept over him once he'd tossed the garment in her direction didn't make it any easier to stay where he was.
“What's the next question?”
Nodding, she set his shirt next to her camera on the bar counter and asked, “What's my favorite sex position?”
Without compunction, he answered, “You said you used to prefer being on top, but you liked it when I bent you over and fucked you from behind.”
Caleb groaned the last, the thought of Emily bent over the bar with her skirt hiked up around her hips heating his blood until his shaft was aching to be buried inside her.
She looked just as dazed by the thought as well, her gaze latching onto his crotch with obvious admiration.
But she soon shook her head. “You forgot that I haven't actually decided because we haven't tried enough yet.”
“So I'm half right,” he pointed out.
“Okay, we'll compromise. So take a step forward and … ”
As she trailed, he was already moving, listening eagerly to see what she'd direct him to do.
“Open your pants for me.”
This I like. Smirking, Caleb grabbed his belt buckle to undo the latch, then slid the zipper down. Emily bit her bottom lip when the damp crown of his erection peeked out, and he had to remind her to ask another question before she snapped out of her stupor.
Finally, she removed her arms from her chest, letting her dress fall to reveal those soft breasts to his gaze.
Caleb was so riveted that he barely heard her ask, “What was missing from my sex life before I met you?”
“A lot, specifically orgasms,” he enunciated, immediately taking a step forward in knowing he was right.
“Are you—”
“I'm gonna make you come harder than you can stand.”
In response to his promise, her breathing grew heavier, breasts rising and falling before his eyes. Now only five feet away, their gazes locked, and he truly wondered if she'd make more inquires when her expression was on the dazed side of desirous.
Yet she did, and the query wasn't one he'd expected.
“Do I regret moving to Arkin City when I did?”
“You never told me.”
“So guess.”
“Okay,” Caleb drew out, guessing, “no, you don't.”
Emily shook her head.
“You do?” he asked curiously.
“Before I explain it, you got the answer wrong, so … ”
As she thoughtfully trailed, Caleb groaned. “I don't think I can play this game much longer, baby. I want you too damned bad to stay still.”
“Oh? Then here … ”
With a playful smirk, she raised her hips to hike up her skirt high enough to latch her thumbs into her panties and tug them down. Once the garment was removed, she tossed it to him, and Caleb caught it in one hand as she directed, “You can use those to stroke your cock while you wait. I think they're wet enough.”
At once, his patience dissipated, and not just because her direction had driven him over the edge. He could also detect the scent of her arousal from her panties much more clearly by the dampness on the material.
Semen gathered at the tip of his cock at the mere idea that this game had made her so wet for him, and the only thing keeping him from automatically breaking the rules and grabbing her was disbelief.
Could this be real? Was his mate actually asking to watch him masturbate with her panties?
Wait, my mate?
He'd suspected the bonding with Emily had grown strong enough that, had she been a lupine, he would've had the urge to mark her already. But he'd never impulsively thought of her as his mate before, and it was a telling sign.
Yet he didn't have the chance to figure any of it out because Emily suddenly apologized as if she'd assumed his intense stare meant he was annoyed.
“I'm sorry, I just thought … .” She trailed with a sigh, then added sincerely, “Okay, let me tell you the truth while I'm still thinking clearly. When I say I regret moving to Arkin City when I did, I mean that I regret not moving here sooner so I could meet you, because I feel a connection to you, too, Caleb. I didn't want to say so before because it's one of the scariest things I've ever felt, but it's also one of the most wonderful, and even if I never understand why I do, I wouldn't give it up.”
Caleb held her gaze, forgetting all about their game. It was no longer a matter of his body aching with unsatisfied desires, but also his heart, and he couldn't stand in one spot.
Emily was his, and he was going to prove it.
Chapter 33
It was hard to tell if teasing a hungry wolf was a bad move, or the Best. Idea. Ever.
But Emily was leaning toward the latter.
Apparently, telling Caleb to masturbate with her panties had driven him beyond the point of reason, or it was her confession of regret for not meeting him sooner. But either way, he moved toward her without answering anymore questions, and before she could even process the fact, he'd leaned down and hoisted her legs over his shoulders, lifting her hips.
The result had her laying back across the counter, her heart skipped a beat when he jerked her skirt up above her hips, completely exposing her damp sex to his gaze.
“Hey, I didn't say you could—oh! Caleb!” she gasped when he pressed his mouth between her legs with a loud, hungry groan, wasting no time laving his tongue against her.
As if he needed to taste her.
Her hear
t pounded as he ravenously licked and sucked, inevitably capturing her clit between his lips so he could lash it repeatedly. When she jerked and tugged her hips back, he growled and sucked the little nub hard in retaliation, two fingers pressing against her slick entrance to sink inside, making her cry out.
Immediately, she clamped a hand over her mouth, having forgotten where they were. But they were alone, and Caleb was taking full advantage, making her writhe as he feasted and climbed onto the counter.
Her hips rose with him until only her shoulders were touching the surface, and he spent long moments driving her insane before finally letting her hips fall to his lap.
“No one's ever driven me this damned crazy, Emily,” he growled, spreading her legs wider with his hands at the backs of her knees. “I wanna eat you out and make you just as insane, but I can't wait.”
She gasped as he pushed the tip of his rock hard cock against her aching flesh, mindlessly staring down to watch it sink partly inside with no words to describe how erotic it was.
Or how good it felt.
“You said you like how possessive I am?” he growled breathlessly.
At her nod, he grasped her hips in a tight clutch to pull her toward him, impaling her completely.
Emily gasped, then whimpered his name when he immediately started thrusting, plunging in and out of her tight walls.
“Can you feel it, baby?” he groaned. “Feel how fucking hard you make me?”
He drove inside her faster, and she thought she cried the word yes, but couldn't be sure, bucking so hard it was surprising she hadn't thrown him off. Yet Caleb's pace never broke as he leaned over her and growled, “I'm not hungry for you—I'm fucking starving!”
At that, his hips moved like a piston, and Emily could barely catch her breath. Her body bounced as he growled above her, a sound that had a new gush of wetness rushing over his insistent cock.
And all she could think was my wolf is definitely starving.
But so was she.
The knowledge that she'd made him this desirous alone aroused her beyond belief, and the way he acted on it was maddening. He wanted her, and it didn't matter why. All that mattered was the connection they shared, and making sure he knew she wanted him just as much—not for a week, or a few months.
But always.
The sudden thought was dazing, but she didn't deny it, rasping, “I've never … wanted it this bad either, Caleb! But just you! I just want you!”
She could feel her muscles clenching around him, her orgasm on the rise, almost too mindless to notice when he grabbed her hand to thread their fingers together against the bar counter's surface.
But she did hear Caleb's response, loud and clear.
“You're mine, Emily,” he groaned low, his movements between her legs growing much more rhythmic when he added, “I know you're my mate.”
“I'm your … how?”
“I just know it,” he rasped against her ear, slowing down even more, as if needing to savor what they were doing. “Like I know you feel so good I can't fucking stand it.”
His confession intensified her pleasure, and Emily wanted to figure out why. Why did the thought of being his mate feel so right? Why couldn't she get anywhere near close enough to him even though he was driving so deep it seemed they'd never part?
But her orgasm was so close that all she could do was beg, “Please don't stop!”
And that was exactly what he did.
“Nooo—mmp!”
Caleb muffled her protest by clamping his hand over her mouth, and she quickly opened her eyes to see him staring off to the left at the entrance. The realization reminded her of their not-so-private location in a funhouse saloon, and he'd probably heard someone coming.
At the same time, a voice just outside the door muttered, “Hell if know, Ernie, I haven't—oh, wait a second.”
Before Emily could react, Caleb moved, sitting back and pulling her up to take down behind the bar to hide. He also reached to tug his shirt and her camera down with them.
Once the items were safely—and quietly—settled next to them, she clutched him tight, tensing when the sound of footsteps hit their ears in the near distance.
Emily panted softly, wondering how long it would take the man to move on. Caleb was still wedged deep inside her body, and the urge to move hadn't died despite their unwanted company.
But wouldn't they make too much noise to remain inconspicuous?
Caleb didn't seem to think so.
Her eyes widened when he clutched her ass in his fingers, then withdrew from her body only to push inside once more. Repeating the motion, he let a soft shush against her ear as his hips started steadily rocking between her legs.
She almost gasped as the rhythm built, but Caleb quickly covered her mouth with his in a fierce, possessive kiss, muffling all sound. It took no time at all for her pleasure to spike again after that, and she couldn't stop herself from moving in return, her breasts dragging across his muscular chest as she rode him.
All the while, Emily tried desperately to remember to be quiet in case their unwelcome visitor hadn't left, but it was hard to focus on anything but the way their bodies worked together. Their slow movements drew out the pleasure, rising to a level where she felt like she'd go insane if they didn't move faster. Each thrust had her clutching him tighter, until her mouth was pressed firmly against his neck to muffle whatever sounds she might unwittingly make.
“Sorry Ernie, I thought I heard something in the saloon.”
The voice was closer now, and a flashlight passed over the wall above the bar without warning. But Emily was so far gone she barely noticed, didn't care, and Caleb didn't stop, thrusting so hard she thought she'd scream—and she needed to scream to show him how much she loved it.
How much she loved him. Oh god, I do love him!
The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, but she couldn't make a sound to prove it. Her only option was to nuzzle his neck and jaw, squirming and tensing in the grasp of his strong arms until her orgasm hit without warning.
Emily's nails dug into his ass, a cry nearly escaping her throat. But Caleb pressed her face into the crook of his neck with a hand cupping her nape, successfully muffling the sound. She could barely even recall why it needed to be muffled, coming so hard all rational thought was wiped out.
A sudden rush of heat between her thighs signaling Caleb's release amplified it, leaving her completely limp against him as he pounded his hips up with a final, harsh grunt, spilling his seed deep inside her body. Emily didn't even realize she was whimpering the entire while, and in fact, there was only one thought in her mind that made any sense whatsoever.
Whatever life she built for herself in Arkin City, she needed Caleb Hodgins in it.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth it.
Caleb shuddered, so dazed when he felt the beginning of Emily's orgasm that he damned near shouted in pleasure.
But he managed to bite it back, though her helpless thrashing against his body coupled with her wet gush all over his swollen dick had him coming in an instant. Immediately, he latched an arm around her lower back to hold her hips in place, releasing his seed with a loud grunt, his heart hammering and body singing in pure bliss as the eruption overwhelmed him.
Thankfully, the repairman had vacated the area before either of them came, otherwise Emily's muffled cry would've quickly gotten them caught in the act. But all was silent now—besides their panted breaths—and as reality slowly crept back in, he found himself grinning.
“That's not the carnival ride I expected,” he breathed, “but it's the best I've ever been on.”
Caleb lifted his head, expecting to see her smiling at his joke. But Emily's expression was still dazed, even pained, and he immediately grew concerned.
“Fuck, I didn't hurt you, did I? I—shit!”
The exclamation came when she pushed him onto his back without warning, her lips seeking his in a bruising kiss. Caleb was so surprised by the sporadic movement
he almost didn't know how to react, but found himself crushing her body to his in a bid to return it.
They stayed locked together just that way, a frantic exchange that had him completely dazed—and hard again. But unless they really wanted to draw attention, doing more in the funhouse was out of the question.
Still, one thing he couldn't stop himself from doing was confessing between kisses, “I love you, Emily … so damned much!”
If it was possible, she kissed him even harder, making him think she either returned the sentiment, or was pleased because the reverse was coming true.
Either way, he needed to say it, and cupped her cheeks in his hands to hold her close when he broke their kiss and rasped, “I mean it, baby. I love everything about you.”
Finally, a smile formed on her face, and that's when Emily rasped six words he hadn't expected to hear.
“I want you to turn me, Caleb.”
Breathless, he stared at her, unsure he'd heard right. “You … what?”
Slowly, she nodded, her sapphire eyes glinting with emotion. “That's what I wanted to talk about when we went home. I've thought about it a lot, and I want you to consider it, too, okay?”
“Emily, I—”
He stopped when she pressed her fingers against his lips and smiled. “I love you, too, Caleb Hodgins, and you know what else?”
Dimly, Caleb shook his head, listening intently when she added, “I trust you completely. I trust your family, and Joslyn, and I want whatever we can have together. So I realized it doesn't matter if we know everything about each other. We'll learn it as we go, right?”
He held her gaze, the sincerity in her voice all too clear. Maybe she had put some real thought into this, and Caleb found himself nodding in agreement. “If that's what you really want, we'll talk when we get home. But are you sure you love me?”
Emily leaned in to brush the tip of her nose against his, whispering, “If I don't, then I'm falling at record speed, and I don't ever want to lose this feeling.”
Caleb almost wished she hadn't said that. They were on the floor of a saloon studio with their bodies still joined, and really needed to vacate the premise as soon as possible. But he could barely get himself to move, let alone separate from her, and her confession made it that much harder.
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