“Condom,” she said. “Right now.”
Tim heard Carrie say the magic word.
She wanted him to get a condom. Great freakin’ Jesus, he was gonna get laid.
If he didn’t come in her hand first, which was a very real possibility if she kept pumping him with her fist and rubbing herself against him.
And since he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, he released her breasts, wrapped his arms around her and stood to carry her to his bed in the loft.
It was pitch black in the house but he didn’t need lights to get around. He had the layout memorized, even if it was his little head doing the thinking.
With Carrie a soft mass of sweet-smelling flesh in his arms, he took the stairs two at a time. With perfect aim, he tossed her on the bed, heard her gasp then start to laugh. Damn, she had a great laugh. Husky, low and just a little dirty.
His cock throbbed with each beat of his heart as he studied every curve, every line. He’d looked his fill earlier, downstairs, but that had been to make sure she didn’t have any overt injuries.
Once he’d realized she’d just fainted, he’d stripped them both to warm her better in front of the fire and wrapped blankets around them as they sat on the couch. He’d figured he get her in one of his t-shirts and in bed before she woke.
But she’d felt damn good on his lap, so he’d held onto her.
He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want to screw her brains out. Hell, he’d take thank-you-for-saving-me sex over no sex at all.
Propping herself on her elbows, she tilted her head to the side, as if studying him, though he knew she wouldn’t be able to see him as clearly as he could see her. His ancestors had developed incredible eyesight over the centuries. All that cave and forest dwelling.
Still, she had to realize he was taller than anyone she’d probably ever met before.
“You really are a big guy, aren’t you?” she murmured.
He stilled. “I won’t hurt you, Carrie.”
“Oh, I don’t think it’ll hurt,” she said, rising to her knees on the bed and reaching unerringly for his waist. “But I’m dying to get you inside me.”
Her words made his balls tighten in response, his cock twitching with anticipation, and he was about to reach for the bedside table and the condoms he kept there when she wound her arms around his back, pulled him close and sealed her mouth on his chest.
He sucked in a deep breath and held it as she placed slow, drugging kisses from the center of his chest to his right nipple, where she opened her mouth to tongue it into a stiff point. Then she moved to the left nipple and did the same there.
With a groan, his hands fell on her shoulders, pulling her body even closer against his. With her gorgeous breasts almost exactly where he wanted them, he thrust his hips slightly, brushing his cock against her sternum.
She got the hint and moved her hands from his hips to her breasts, pushing the mounds together until they encased his cock in soft flesh.
Aw, hell. Now this was heaven. His eyelids dropped shut for a few brief seconds while he let himself soak in the gut-tightening sensation of his cock rubbing between her breasts.
So fucking good. Almost too good. He didn’t want to come like this, didn’t want to—
Her tongue slicked over his tip, bathing the heated skin with her moisture.
He groaned in surrender. Not that he hadn’t already given in to her but, oh hell…
He thrust a few times, the drag on his cock enticing in ways completely different than being encased in a woman’s sex.
Which was the next stop on this erotic journey they’d just started. One he couldn’t wait another second to get to.
“Carrie. Lie down.”
She didn’t obey right away. No, she licked him again, barely touching him with her tormenting tongue before she lay back on the bed and let her legs fall open. Lifting her foot, she trailed her toes from his thigh to his hip with unerring accuracy before moving between his legs and rubbing her big toe against his balls.
His groan echoed in the open loft and he grabbed her foot to hook her leg around his hips. Then he reached for her other leg and hiked it around his waist, remembering at the last second to grab a condom from the drawer in the bedside table.
Carrie watched his every move from between slitted lids, the smile on her lips a promise that he was about to have the best sex of his life.
With her long legs wrapped around his waist and her ass in one hand, he fitted his cock to her opening with the other and pushed inside.
God, she was wet and tight, and she moaned as if he were the best thing she’d ever felt. Arching her back, she threw her arms over her head and reached for the other side of the king-size mattress.
“So good,” she murmured. “So good.”
He worked his cock into her by increments, centimeters at a time, drowning in the sensation of flesh on flesh—wanting to thrust hard and fast but not sure she’d be able to take him all the way. Not to brag, but he was seven feet tall and well-proportioned.
“Carrie, are you okay?”
Her response was to arch her hips and take a few more centimeters with a throaty, “Mm hmm. I’m fine. I’m more than fine. Please, do me.”
His balls tightened in anticipation. Christ, he was gonna come just from the sound of her voice.
No, not yet.
First, he had to get all the way inside her. He didn’t know how long it took until he felt her fine hair mesh with his, but when he did, they both froze.
So damn good. And he hadn’t started to move yet.
Obviously, she was thinking the same because she opened her eyes and held out her arms, her mouth curved in a sexy smile. She wanted him to come to her, to cover her with his body and he wasn’t about to say no.
Careful not dislodge from her, he eased his knees onto the bed, scooting her forward so he could join her. The motion made them both groan, the anticipation building to an almost fever pitch.
A full foot taller than Carrie, he covered her completely, her head tucking under his chin, his body surrounding hers, pressing her into the bed.
He wondered for a second if he’d scared her when he heard her take in a sharp breath. But her moan and the rocking motion of her hips reassured him she was right there with him. And just as horny.
“Come on, babe,” she said, “I want you to move. I need you to move.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll get it.”
As slowly as he could go, he pulled out, feeling every delicate ripple of her inner tissues. He wasn’t aware he was holding his breath until he had to suck in air when he pulled completely free.
She immediately arched into him and he allowed her to take him back in. Slow. He wanted to take it slow, wanted her to beg.
He managed slow for a few minutes, an easy glide that made her writhe beneath him and cranked his blood pressure until his heart felt like a jackrabbit in his chest.
Still, he managed to submerge his need to pound into her. Until she slid her hands around his shoulders and down his back. Her nails took sharp little bites in his skin on the way down to his ass, where she pressed down with enough force to make him move.
Tilting her head up, she licked his throat then whispered, “Faster.”
That one word was all it took. His body responded before his brain fully comprehended what she’d said.
He came up on his elbows and began to thrust, his hips pumping hard, her heels on his ass urging him faster. Every sound she made, every sigh, every moan, lit an answering fire in his gut that translated to tension in his balls.
Moving faster, he felt her legs creep higher on his waist, tilting her pelvis into him, opening her wider. A slight adjustment to his angle of penetration and she gasped.
Right there. That’s where she needed the friction.
He wasn’t going to come until he’d knocked her off the edge. That little bit of focus helped pull him back, helped him make sure he stroked the base of his cock against her cl
it.
She rewarded him with a loud gasp and the snap of her body against his as she came.
Her sheath clenched around him like a fist, milking him until the tension released in his balls and pumped his seed through his cock and into her.
Collapsing over her, breathing like a freight train, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered, “Name’s Tim. Nice to meet you.”
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Desert Hunt
by Anna Lowe
Part of the The Wolves of Twin Moon Ranch series
A dark & dangerous werewolf romance.
Rae has a secret — one she can’t let any wolf pack discover. But with an old enemy hot on her heels, her options are running out. Taking off on the back of Zack’s Harley seems like good idea...until they drive straight into the jaws of an impending desert storm. When Zack leads her to refuge in a remote mountain cabin, Rae is tempted to lower her defenses for the captivating coyote shifter, risking it all.
They reached the cabin just after sunset, seconds before the rain hit. Rae ran straight into the cabin, holding the door for Zack. He pushed his Harley under the overhang of the porch then whisked right up to her, and they stood side by side, watching the storm break.
She’d never seen anything like it, not in Nevada, not in Colorado. The front edge of the clouds rolled and twisted, while thin dark tendrils reached ahead of the mass like scouts. It was menacing. Powerful. Thrilling, too.
Only part of her attention was on the storm, though. The rest was on Zack, standing shoulder to shoulder with her while the thunder rumbled. His chest rose and fell as if he wanted to fight this intruder, too.
She breathed him in as if she hadn’t been doing that for the past hour, half an inch away from his neck while the motorcycle throbbed between her legs. At first, she’d done it to settle her fears, because that crazed wolf, Jed, had tracked her down after all this time. Her worst nightmare come true.
So she’d nestled deeper between Zack’s broad shoulder blades and inhaled the thick scent of his leather jacket. Concentrated on the light curl of saddle-brown hair behind his ears, the steady heartbeat. Bit by bit, the anxiety faded and was replaced by another emotion aroused by the heat of his body, the pulse of the powerful engine.
Desire.
At least her nose had had the good grace to keep a tiny distance because what her arms and legs had been up to under the guise of hanging on was positively scandalous. His heat pulled her in, inviting her hands to slip into his jacket pockets and trace everything underneath. Like the thick layers of muscle stretched diagonally over his ribs. Like the mogul course of his abdomen. Like the waistband of his jeans—
Thunder shattered the air, and she fought the urge to flinch.
“After you,” Zack tilted his head toward the cabin doorway.
“After you.” She tilted right back, trying to keep her cool.
He arched one perfect eyebrow, and she held her breath. This was it. Either the alpha in him would show his true colors, or he’d prove himself able to give and take.
A stubborn silence ensued. The air around them crackled as the next stroke of lightning gathered its energy. She could feel the power building, building, waiting to snap.
One corner of Zack’s mouth twitched, and he headed in.
She exhaled, long and shaky, then followed. A lightning clap exploded, chasing her over the threshold. Right up to his chest.
Zack looked at her, wondering, perhaps, what demands she’d place on him next. There was only so far an alpha wolf could be pushed. So she took a step back and nodded at the rafters, pretending she hadn’t noticed the king-size bed that took up most of the tidy space. “Nice place.”
He smiled a small, secret smile, the first she’d ever seen on her dark knight. If she hadn’t been steeling herself to resist at all costs, it would have been devastating. A curl of those perfect lips, a crinkle in the corner of his eye, the briefest flash of white teeth. Part of her heart melted right there, wondering what this man would look like if he had a little more joy in his life.
“The pack has a few cabins scattered around. Just in case,” he said, nodding around the cozy space.
She leaned her bow in a corner, making sure to place the quiver at just the right angle for quick action. Just in case, the stubbornest part of her insisted. The same part that said men were not to be trusted. She’d had a prime example of that not an hour ago with Jed. So what was she doing letting her guard down with Zack?
Lightning illuminated the single room in three distinct flashes, chased by a mighty clap of thunder. The storm was right over them now, surging with power.
“How’d you know where I was, anyway?”
He shrugged, like finding her in a couple hundred square miles was child’s play. “I’m a tracker. I track.”
Anything on two feet, she remembered Jean saying. And zing—there it was again, that tingle in her heart. But her mind snagged on the first words and played them back.
“Wait. Why were you after me, anyway?”
As soon as she said it, she wanted to rephrase the sentence, just so he couldn’t get any ideas. But he was already breaking into a mischievous grin that had the power to slay every dragon of her resistance. Maybe she should get him off the ranch more often. He seemed freer here, more at peace.
She leaned in, wanting more of that look, then froze at what she found. Deep in his eyes lurked a wolf, and the green shone with resolve.
I would come for you, the wolf said, through a thousand fiery hells.
That look went on for an eternity, and she wondered if she’d ever break free. Wondered if she even wanted to. Everything about him was honest and sincere and strong, a promise that wrapped around her like a high, defensive wall. But then thunder clapped again and Zack blinked the look away. He mumbled something to himself and pulled a phone from his pocket.
He dialed, held it up to his ear, and studied her. “What were you thinking, coming out here on your own?”
She opened her mouth, thought a second, then closed it. How much to tell him? How much to trust?
He lowered the phone and studied the display. “Shit.” He squinted at her, like she’d hexed it or something. “No reception.” His eyes bored deeper. “Why did you run away from the ranch?”
She huffed. “Can’t a woman decide to hunt for a day or two without being accused of running away?”
“Hunt?” The way his eyes gleamed, she was sure his wolf liked the sound of the word.
A second ticked by, then another.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he said, stepping so close she had to tilt her head back to keep her eyes locked on his.
I’m not alone, not any more, she wanted to say. Wanted to run a hand along the contours of his abdomen, too.
“You sound like someone I know,” she said, surprised at the bitter edge in her voice.
Zack fixed her with a deep, dark look that said her comment had cut deep. “I will never be like him,” he said, punctuating each syllable. Every sentence the man uttered was an oath: that he’d never be like old Tyrone, the overbearing alpha, nor like Jed, who took without asking, nor any other alpha she’d ever known. He was Zack. No more, no less.
“I know,” she whispered, bowing her head so low, it touched her chest. But he was already shunning her, turning to the window to study the emptiness outside.
The emptiness inside, something whispered from the depths of her mind. That’s what he was seeing.
Her wolf cursed inside. Why do you keep pushing him away?
Because a man can steal my freedom, croaked a voice from deep within her scarred memories.
This man can give us freedom, her wolf snarled back. And we can give him hi
s.
At that moment, it felt as though they were both out in the open, being buffeted by the storm. The cabin stood in the eye of one of those electrifying desert storms that filled the sky with raw power without offering the relief of rain. The clouds were swirling, building, heaving all around, kneading her emotions.
Trust. That was the issue. Was she capable of it, even for just one night?
Lightning lit the downcast face of the man before her. Thunder clapped right on its heels, nearly on top of them now, but Zack didn’t flinch, not even as the walls shook with the power of the storm.
Some spark of lightning must have leaped over to Rae then, because her lips tingled the way they had when he’d kissed her what seemed like ages before. The feeling raced along her synapses, igniting something in her soul. Maybe it didn’t have to be one or the other: her freedom or a man. Maybe for once, she could give herself the freedom to take a man—a real man, an alpha. Like Zack, who promised her everything while asking for nothing.
Her wolf gave a long, lusty grrrr.
Tomorrow, she’d have plenty of time to be alone. Her whole life had been spent alone. So why not give herself this one night, far from the reach of the pack?
One short step and she was at his side, a hand resting on his waist. Layers of muscle, one chiseled over another, bundled around his torso like overlapping sheets of armor. She wanted to feel his arms around her the way she’d had hers around him on the motorcycle.
Trust. She pulled it around her like a blanket and then tugged the edge over toward him. With one quick inhale, she was on her toes, reaching for his brow with her fingers. No, with her lips. Because she wanted more than a broken-off kiss, stolen between two heartbeats. She wanted more of this man.
All of him, if only for tonight.
***
Zack had given up counting the beats between sledgehammer blows of thunder and flashes of lightning. At some point, one had caught up with the other; they were right on top of each other now, cracking directly overhead.
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