by Aline Hunter
With a sigh of relief he returned the phone to the receiver. “Just Rachel?”
“Stop calling me that,” she replied, keeping her back to him.
If he had his way he’d never stop calling her that. He loved seeing her cheeks turn pink, her eyes glossy when he referred to her as such. Although he wasn’t a sexual novice, romance had eluded him all his life. He wanted to peel his mate back layer by layer. Over time he was certain he’d get to her center and understand her as he was meant to.
He closed the distance between them, moving quietly. His muscles drew tight, his cock swelling to life. The last time she’d been in his area he’d put her pretty little ass in his chair and told her not to move. The punishment for doing so had been a sound spanking. Of course she hadn’t listened, making a run for it as soon as she’d had a chance. Back then he hadn’t understood why her absence had left him feeling so empty, unaware of her importance in his life.
She tensed when he wrapped a hand around her midsection, placing his splayed fingers over her stomach. Stepping close, he pressed his body against hers. She was so small like this, her head notched directly beneath his chin.
She shivered, the scent of her arousal filling the enclosed space. “What do you want?”
“That’s a dangerous question.” Bringing his mouth to her ear, he whispered, “I want all sorts of things.”
“This is so fucked up.” With a small shift of her feet, she turned to face him. Her eyes were cloudy, pupils dilated. Bringing a hand to his cheek, she met his gaze. “I shouldn’t want you so much.”
He lifted a hand and rested it over hers. “Why not?”
“It’s not natural.” She closed her eyes and licked her lips. “It’s not me.”
“I have a feeling you don’t know yourself as well as you think.”
Ripping her hand from his face, she lifted her shoulders. “If that’s true it’s because of what’s happened to me. It’s not my fault.”
“How many men have you been with?” He yanked her close when she tried to get away. “One? Two? A dozen?”
“You know it’s not that many,” she snapped, her face turning pink in embarrassment. “If anyone has gotten around the block it’s you.”
“Really?” Cocking a brow, he questioned, “How do you know?”
“It’s obvious.” The flush in her cheeks deepened, becoming red. He waited as she struggled to piece together an answer. “Only a man who’s slept around knows how to touch a woman just right.”
“You like how I touch you?” Lowering his hand, he brushed the backs of his knuckles over one of her breasts. Her breath caught, her lower lip quivering. “I hope so, because I love touching you.”
“I shouldn’t want you this much,” she repeated, inching closer. The thin sliver of her irises had changed hue, becoming nearly white. Her wolf had become stronger, coming to life inside her. “I shouldn’t need you this much.”
“Yes, you should,” he corrected, studying her face. Their mouths were so close her breath caressed his lips. Her scent called to him, sweet and rich. Knowing she needed to face her demons, he decided to push her. “Do you want something, sweetheart? If you do all you have to do is ask.”
She didn’t look away, placing her hands on his chest. “Will you kiss me again?”
This time he made sure the kiss was tender, a light breeze of his lips over hers. She whimpered, trying to get closer. He didn’t allow it, maintaining a tiny amount of distance. If his mate wanted things to escalate she had to accept her feelings and embrace her nature. The constant back and forth wouldn’t bring them closer together. This had to be done on her terms, with her interest and willingness to engage him.
“Touch me,” she pleaded, pushing her hips forward. “Please.”
“Where do you want me to touch you?” When she froze, ripping her eyes from his, he softened his voice. “Here?” he asked, cupping her breast. Bringing his other hand to the vee of her thighs, he palmed her sex. “How about here?”
“Yes,” she growled, arching her back and thrusting her hips, pushing her breast and pussy into his hands. “More. I need more.”
He could sense her beast, feeling it call to his. It was harder than hell but he removed his hands and cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. She had to understand that he could give her relief but he wouldn’t ease her. Not fully. The only way to dull the need was to claim her as his mate, taking her body as he marked her shoulder. Even then it wouldn’t eliminate her desire for him. Until the moon came and went she’d keep riding the line, unable to ignore the lust consuming her.
“There’s only one way to make this better,” he said, voice cracking, his own libido in high gear. “Touching you—making you come—is only a temporary solution. I need to claim you completely. It’s the only way to ease the change.”
“It burns,” she rasped, raking her nails over his chest. “I feel so hot.”
Fuck.
It shouldn’t have been possible but he thought—for a moment—that she might be transforming. He felt the hum beneath her skin and saw her wolf gazing out at him through her eyes. Fear for her safety overrode his determination to do things on her terms. She needed relief and it was his responsibility to provide it for her. Unfortunately his beast wasn’t going into its cage, refusing to be denied.
“I need you to touch me too,” he growled, skin itching as the wolf rose within him. The animal would accept this sliver of intimacy, giving them a bit more time. “Will you touch me, Rachel?”
A tremor shot through him when she sank to her knees and reached for the buttons to his jeans. Although it made him a selfish son of a bitch he didn’t stop her, remaining in place as she undid the fastenings. Her fingers shook, making the task take longer than it should have. After several seconds his cock sprang free, fully engorged and throbbing. She wrapped her fingers around the base and he hissed, balls drawing up. Shifting her torso forward, she inched closer. Her tongue darted out and connected with his straining flesh.
“No teasing.” He assumed she didn’t have a lot of experience but he couldn’t wait. Many nights he’d gone to sleep imagining her just like this. Twining his fingers in her hair, he instructed, “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock and look at me.” She hesitated and he yanked on the strands in his grasp, bringing her back to the moment. “First you touch me and then I touch you. Give me this.”
Just like that her lips surrounded him, hot and wet as she sucked him into her mouth. Holy shit. He rocked on his heels, locking his knees in place. The last thing he needed to do was lose his balance and fuck things up. He couldn’t believe this was finally happening. When she didn’t look at him, he gave her hair another firm pull. She didn’t understand that this was about more than sex. They needed to increase their bond, connect with one another on a deeper level.
“Rachel,” he grated through his teeth, “look at me.”
Finally, she did. Her pupils were smaller, her irises fully white.
“That’s my girl.” Loosening his hold, he praised her. “Beautiful.”
Her motions were inexperienced, the hand at the root of his dick remaining still. To assist her he slid one of his hands from her hair and brought it to the fingers clutching the base.
“Like this.” He moved her hand up and down, timing it with the bobs of her head. She quickly caught on, following his lead as he guided her. “There you go. Fuck that feels good. You have the sweetest mouth.”
Her moan had him on the brink of orgasm. The vibrations traveled down his cock to his balls, creating a heavy weight in his lower back. Her eyes drifted shut, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. His fangs lowered, the need to mark her shoulder pulsing through him. He fought for control, trying to stay still when all he wanted to do was thrust his hips and sink his cock into the slick, warm cavern.
Enjoy it. Don’t fuck up.
“That’s it,” he growled, his wolf slithering beneath his skin. She shifted the position of her head, taking him to the back
of her throat. He held her still, instructing, “Swallow.” He waited until she did as she was told and pulled away. With another drive, he sent his cock deep into her mouth. “Again.” This time she took him more easily, her throat flexing around his cock head. “That’s right. Just like that.” He helped her settle into a rhythm so that she stroked and sucked him just the way he liked.
“You’re so perfect, baby. You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her scent had changed, telling him she was as turned on by the act as he was. The fragrant aroma of her musk tingled in his nostrils. When he flipped her over to reciprocate she’d be soaking wet. He closed his eyes and imagined sinking into her tight cunt, claiming her inch by maddening inch. He wouldn’t stop until he was balls-deep, lodged fully inside her.
His female only had to accept what was coming.
It was only a matter of time.
Rachel stopped fighting her instincts, allowing the voice that had appeared in her mind to dictate her actions. It felt foreign but right, telling her what she needed to do. There was a comfort in the presence, as though things were coming full circle.
Take him. Claim him.
He’s ours.
Her pussy clenched, a fresh burst of wetness drenching her already moist panties. Since they’d arrived at the tattoo parlor she’d been on edge, wanting to finish what they’d started in the street. Her breasts felt full, her nipples hard and aching. Each time her underwear brushed her clit she thought she’d come out of her skin.
Her skin tingled as she recalled Declan’s words.
Touch me and I’ll touch you.
She focused on the task at hand, shocked at how hard yet silken he felt. His cock was thick and long. The mushroom-shaped head was broader than the root, forcing her to widen her lips in order to take him. Considering her less than memorable sexual encounters with the opposite sex, she now only used her vibrator or fingers against her clit when she needed to let off sexual steam. Due to that she knew she wasn’t going to accommodate him easily. When he tried to enter her body he’d have to work his way inside.
The thought turned her on as much as it frightened her.
The men she’d slept with didn’t compare to Declan. They didn’t even come close.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, carefully pumping his hips. “Don’t stop, baby.”
Opening her eyes, she peered up. His lids lifted and his gaze sought hers.
The fingers in her hair tightened, making her scalp prickle and burn. His amber-colored irises were bright in the artificial lighting. Despite the ache in her jaw she sucked harder, wanting to give this to him. For once she wanted to enjoy the moment and worry about the future later. She loved knowing she was responsible for the hunger, lust and need in his eyes.
“Shit,” he whispered, panting softly. “I’m going to come. You decide how it happens. Pull away if you don’t want me like this.”
Drink him down, the voice in her head demanded. Take it all.
Doubling her efforts, she moved faster. She stroked his shaft in tandem with her sucking mouth, drawing her lips and fingers up and down his iron-hard length. He bumped the back of her throat and it took every ounce of her will not to gag. Forcing aside the natural reaction, she focused on giving him pleasure.
“I can’t hold back,” he groaned, thrusting into her mouth. “Feels too fucking good.”
With a final plunge of his hips, he pressed the head of his cock to the back of her throat and held her head still. His semen jetted into her mouth. Thick, hot and slightly bitter. She breathed through her nose and swallowed, trying not to panic when she gagged. Women did this all the time. There wasn’t anything to be worried about. He pulled back and gave her a bit of room. She maintained a level head, using the space to her advantage. She swallowed each wave of his seed, finding it became easier as she did.
In seconds his cock stilled, no longer pulsing in her mouth. She drew a steadying breath, trying to cool the fire rushing through her veins. A part of her couldn’t believe she’d been so bold and brazen, giving him what he asked for without argument. With a quick step back, Declan slid his still-hard length from her lips and bent to pick her up. She didn’t have time to protest, ripped from her knees and lifted into his arms in the same breath.
“Your turn, mate.”
She gasped when he tossed her into the chair, grasping the sides to keep her balance. Since she didn’t have shoes it wasn’t difficult to pull the sweatpants down her legs. He tossed the clothing to the floor and reached for her panties. The gleam in his eyes made her nervous.
He wasn’t going to pleasure her with his fingers this time.
Somehow she knew he fully intended to return the favor—using his mouth and tongue to get her off. As much as she’d fantasized about it she’d never had anyone venture to the land below. The real thing wasn’t as enticing as she thought it might be. Licking his fingers was one thing. Once he put his face between her legs he’d find out just how wet she’d become.
What if he didn’t like it? What if she turned him off?
The voice in her head had gone strangely quiet, leaving her vulnerable and alone.
“W-wait,” she stammered, holding her hands out to ward him off.
He froze, staring her in the eye. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t have to do that,” she blurted, turning her head so she didn’t have to look at him. Heaven help her, she felt so awkward and uncertain. “Don’t feel obligated or anything.”
“Obligated? Is that what you think?” He came at her, shoving aside her hands. “I’ve been dying to taste you, Rachel. I got a sample earlier but it wasn’t enough. I want to bury my head between your legs, lick you up like candy and watch you fall apart. I want to find out how sweet you sound when you come like this.”
“But…” She couldn’t look at him, not now. Humiliation swamped her.
“No buts,” he growled, reaching for her panties. “I want this and so do you.”
There wasn’t any reason to fight. He was right. She wanted this equally—if not more—than he did. When he grasped her panties she didn’t stop him, allowing him to slide the garment from her hips and legs. The chilly cushion beneath her ass sent a shiver up her spine. Suddenly she became aware of the cold room, the way the air seemed to breeze over her bare flesh. On a whim she’d shaved her pussy, curious to see how it would feel. As hair had grown in she’d decided to keep herself smooth.
There was nothing to protect her. Her folds were open to his gaze.
“There’ve only been two,” she blurted, changing the subject before she knew it, answering an earlier question he’d probably forgotten. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Two?” he questioned, freezing in place, fangs visible beneath his full lips.
She wanted to slap herself. He didn’t want to hear about that. Not now.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Never mind,” she whispered. “It’s not important.”
“Two men?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
If there had been a hole in the ground she’d have gratefully crawled into it. This was why she’d never tried to establish a relationship. Each time she got around a member of the opposite sex she said and did the wrong things. If she wasn’t busy snapping at them, she found herself muttering stupid shit. No wonder they had never called her the next day.
Unable to respond verbally, she nodded.
“No one has kissed you here?” He cupped her mound, his palm hot against her weeping flesh. When she didn’t answer he asked thickly, “No one has gone down on you?”
“No,” she squeaked, wanting him to touch her but afraid to ask for it.
“Good,” he growled, edging closer. “I’ll be your first and only.”
“You might not like it.” Damn it. Why did she keep talking out loud and ruining things? She rushed to fix what she might have broken and salvage a bit of her pride. “You don’t have to.”
“You’re right. I’m not going
to like it.” She’d known he might not but hearing him say so broke something inside her. She started pulling away, drowning in misery. He stopped her, holding her in place. “You should hear a man out. I’m not going to like it because I know I’m going to fucking love it. I had a small taste but it didn’t even take the edge off. If anything it only made me want this even more.”
The way he’d placed her gave him more than enough room to maneuver. She couldn’t bring her legs together, trapped in place by his larger body. He forced her against the headrest, pressing her back into the chair. Bending at the waist, he dipped his head. The heat of his breath caressed her clit, his lips hovering over her vaginal lips. Another warm, wet gush from her pussy had her cheeks burning hot. She fought to breathe, clutching at the faux leather beneath her.
“You smell good,” he cooed, staring at her mound. “So hot. So damn sweet.”
His tongue lashed out and ran up her crease. As soon as he touched her clit she released a soft cry and shifted her hips. Electricity zinged up her back, spreading out through her torso. In an instant she wanted to come, hanging right over the edge. She clawed at the chair, waiting to see what he’d do next.
“Lie back and relax. I’m going to enjoy this as much as you do. I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks.”
He had? For some reason she found that hard to believe.
She was hardly the stuff of dreams.
The first laps of his tongues against her pussy didn’t ease her tension. Then slowly, as he paid attention to her inner folds, her muscles relaxed. He seemed to know when she’d given in. With a groan he increased the pressure, running his tongue from the mouth of her vagina to her clit. Using his thumbs, he parted her center. She held back a moan, biting her lip. He lifted his eyes, meeting her gaze.
Then she understood why he’d wanted her to look at him when she’d sucked his cock.
She’d never felt that level of connection with any other person. Like this she was completely open to him. There were no secrets, no barriers between them. He could see past the mask she wore, to the woman she kept tucked away. One look—a simple locking of the eyes—and he knew everything about her. Even knowing that, she didn’t dare break the connection. He studied her as he kept going, licking at her seam. The presence she’d felt earlier returned, like a shadow in the back of her mind.