Enforcer: Reckless Desires (Wolf Shifter Romance) (Alpha Protectors Book 4)

by Arran,Olivia

  The lace slid down my thighs to join my dress.

  He pushed away from the wall, stalking toward me with a purposeful glide that left me with no doubt as to exactly who the predator was in this room. “Turn around and bend over. Eyes forward.”

  Swallowing back a thrill of anticipation, I did as he asked, my ass thrusting into the air. No questions; that was the deal.

  His hand smoothed over one buttock in a teasing glide. He didn’t speak, didn’t make a sound, but I could feel his appreciation in the way he touched me, the care he took to stroke every inch of offered skin.

  My fingers dug into the cotton sheets, my toes curling into the thick carpet. The air-conditioning hummed loud in my ears, my breath almost deafening and ragged.

  His finger grazed a path between my cheeks, sliding down in excruciating slow time. Then it was gone.

  I blew out the air I hadn’t realized I was holding, as I hovered on a knife’s edge.

  The sound of a zipper being dragged down cut through the silent hush.

  I tensed, imagining him pulling out his thick cock and sliding it deep inside me in one thrust. It was what I wanted—what I needed—and he was going to give it to me.

  A whimper escaped me when he didn’t move.

  I adjusted my weight, rocking back on to my heels in a silent plea.

  Fabric rustled, sliding over skin.

  I bit back a moan at the images the sound conjured, of him towering over me naked, his body thick with muscles and covered in black ink. I’d licked every inch of that skin, tasted every tremble and kissed every shudder as I’d tortured him with my mouth.

  But I only got to do that when I won the challenge.

  Heat skimmed the back of my thighs, the scratch of coarse hair as he brushed against me in a feather light touch.

  I couldn’t help it, this time I moaned out loud. I ached, my stomach swirling with a hunger I knew only he could assuage. He’d done this, it was only right that he finished what he—

  A scream ripped from my mouth as his tongue lashed into me, piercing my core in a relentless attack. Fingers dug into my ass, spreading my cheeks and holding me in place as he licked and sucked and fucked me with his mouth. My hands dug into the soft sheets, my hips bucking and stomach quivering.

  A low growl vibrated from his mouth, hitting my core and stroking across my swollen skin.

  The ache grew, the feeling of emptiness bordering on the edge of pain. I needed him inside me, his cock, his finger, anything. Something. I was so close, so strung out, just one more push and the storm would break.

  “Please …” I moaned, pushing back into his hands.

  He rewarded me with a low growl and a sharp tap on the ass, his mouth still sucking and nibbling, tongue still probing and thrusting.

  My clit throbbed, demanding attention.

  Transferring my weight to one arm, my hand snaked down my belly.

  “No.” It was a low growl.

  No?

  “Not until I say so.”

  Fuck!

  I whimpered, my shoulders shaking as I returned my hand to the bed, every cell in my body screaming at me.

  Arching my back, I thrust my ass in the air, anything to give him better access to the place I needed him most.

  Hot breath fanned across my buttocks, the scratch of stubble as he nibbled, teasing and tormenting me for daring to think about breaking the rules.

  Oh, fuck, I hate him. My head fell forward, my eyes squeezed shut, my whole being centered on him.

  I can’t take it. I won’t.

  He thrust into me in one slow slide, pushing the air from my lungs as he stretched me wide.

  A moan filled my ears, the sound low and feral and wanton, and it took me a moment to realize it was my own.

  His fingers sunk into my hips and then he really began to move, pulling back and slamming his hips forward, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside me.

  The sheet twisted between my fingers, my legs giving way and knees sinking onto the edge of the bed.

  Skin slapped against skin, the sound punctuating the moans he continued to rip from me.

  He grunted, tugging me up until I was pressed back against his chest, his hips still thrusting in shallow digs.

  I leaned back into his touch.

  Gripping my jaw, he turned my head, capturing my mouth with his.

  But not before I saw the look in his eyes; the tormented anguish simmering just below the surface of desire.

  His hand skimmed down my chest, circling my breasts, cupping them and squeezing, fingers rubbing against my sensitive nipples as he rocked inside me. His tongue lapped at my mouth, swirling and exploring, dragging out the moment until it was I who nipped at his lips, moaned into his mouth, my hands reaching back and grabbing him to me.

  Our sweat slicked skin slid together, the hard ridges of his chest pressing against my back as he ground against me, giving me just enough to stoke the hunger, but not enough to satisfy.

  Then his hand dipped between my legs, his thumb sliding through my wet curls to circle my aching center.

  I broke off the kiss, my breath coming out in sharp stutters as I stared at him, our faces so close I could see the gold bursting like falling stars in his eyes, could almost believe his wolf was staring back at me.

  He shuddered, his lips parting, strain etched in deep lines across his brow. He glanced down at my throat, his eyes filled with want. With need.

  I tilted my head, allowing him access.

  Time slowed. His eyes flicked back to mine, his mouth set in a strained line.

  His thumb brushed over my clit setting my world on fire.

  Chapter Eight

  Abel

  She clenched around my cock, threatening to unman me then and there.

  My heart drilled a hole in my chest, my wolf tearing at my skin as he howled his demands.

  Mate … mine … mate … mine …

  I was losing my fucking mind.

  I circled my thumb again, smoothing over the tiny nub as I thrust between her legs.

  She screamed, her back arching and head falling back onto my shoulder.

  Her throat …

  My teeth shifted, sharpening.

  I pushed her down onto the bed, yanking her legs wide as I slammed into her.

  Her throat taunted me, naked and waiting for my kiss. For the mating bite.

  She twisted the sheets in her hands, clawing at them, the hunger written in every arching line of her body. Her ass bounced with each of my thrusts, the sweet flesh welcoming me, perfect for my large hands to squeeze and mold and dig into. Her ponytail bobbed back and forth, offering teasing glimpses of her throat.

  I tugged at the band securing her hair, setting the slippery lengths free to spill around her. Shielding the temptation.

  She writhed beneath me, her skin slick with sweat, her musk perfuming every breath I dragged in, branding me.

  Owning me.

  No. I couldn’t give her anything more than this. She could never know.

  “Touch yourself,” I ordered, in a voice gruff from my wolf.

  She didn’t need asking twice.

  Her pussy rippled around my shaft, dragging a deep groan from my chest. Speeding up, she gasped, her head whipping to the side revealing eyes glassy with pleasure.

  It was the slap that I had needed, allowing me to fully wrest control back from my beast. She wasn’t in any fit state to understand what my wolf wanted, let alone consent to it.

  “Come for me,” I murmured, deepening the angle of my thrusts.

  She pushed back against me, her pussy clamping down in pulsating waves of heat.

  On a roar I let myself go, my orgasm barreling up through me, the sweet release leaving my legs shaking and muscles spasming as I came.

  The shudders quietened, lethargy stealing through my body.

  Frankie was quiet, sprawled in a graceful heap on the bed below me, all tension vanquished. A dreamy smile played on her lips, barely visible through
the strands of inky black hair splayed over her face. Her eyes were closed, not a single line marring her look of complete contentment.

  Sliding myself free, I nudged her over, collapsing onto my back in the small space she grudgingly gave up.

  No doubt about it—she was a bed hog.

  “Mmmmmm.” She still didn’t open her eyes.

  Unable to keep the smug grin off my face, I made a pillow out of my arms and tucked them behind my head. “Give me five minutes.”

  She cracked one eye open. “Five minutes?”

  “Maybe four.”

  “You been practicing?” Her voice was light, but I could hear the note of tension that had crept in.

  “What do you think?”

  Her arm snaked out, her hand coming to rest on my stomach. Tracing the line of my abs, she gave me a wicked smile. “I think I’d have to kill anyone you’ve been practicing with.”

  I knew she meant it.

  Which was why she was perfect for me. As long as I could keep it purely physical, I was good, because try as I might, I couldn’t walk away.

  Fate was a mean son-of-a-bitch.

  Chapter Nine

  Frankie

  Every single muscle in my body ached. Even my toes, though I wasn’t actually sure if I had muscles in my toes. I stretched them, wiggling them back and forth, trying to figure it out. I sat up, letting my eyes adjust to the pale light filtering through the gap in the blinds.

  A soft snore rumbled from the lump beside me. Abel was dangling off his side of the bed, one leg touching the floor, flat out on his stomach with his hands shoved under the pillow.

  It had taken two hours, and round three, before it had crossed my mind to worry about being discovered by the hotel staff. I mean, we were damn lucky this room hadn’t been occupied, though they’d have been treated to quite the show if it had been.

  Abel had then calmly explained—with a smirk on his face, of course—that he’d booked the two adjacent rooms using an alias. And left a message at the reception desk that Mr. Cunningham wasn’t to be disturbed under any circumstances.

  My guy had thought of everything.

  I froze, a thundering sound echoing in my ears. Wait? My guy? Where the hell had that come from?

  I sucked in a deep breath, trying to hang onto the bliss I had woken with just moments ago … but it was gone. Scowling, I swung my feet out of the bed and padded over to the bathroom, scooping my clothes up along the way. Abel had snuck out last night and retrieved my leather ensemble from the potted plant I had stuffed it behind, though I wasn’t looking forward to wearing it for a morning walk back through the city.

  Maybe the maid’s outfit?

  I pondered the decision like it was the most complex puzzle in the world, throwing up road block after road block as my mind raced to inform me of something I really didn’t want to know.

  La la la la la la …

  I was losing it.

  No. You’re going to lose him. The voice in my head sounded suspiciously like Dez.

  I don’t have him.

  You want him, replied inner me disguised as Dez.

  My thoughts flashed back over the last few hours, every vivid detail etched into my aching muscles. Well, duh?

  No. Really want him. Not just for a couple of hours every six months.

  But … the Agency.

  Dammit! Couldn’t I have just wallowed in post-coital happiness for a couple more hours? And anyway, it wasn’t like Abel had mentioned meeting up again.

  He never did.

  Though, we ran into each other every six months like clockwork, which was kinda suspicious. And the sex was amazing. Not that I had anything to compare it to.

  But did I really know anything about him? Apart from the fact that he was a werewolf. And he couldn’t get me pregnant, didn’t carry STDs, was always happy to see me (wink, wink), and never demanded anything—apart from when he won a challenge, of course. Information that at one time had made me ecstatic, now just had my stomach sinking like a certain infamous ship meeting its old friend the iceberg.

  Maybe I didn’t want kids, not yet anyway, but that wasn’t because I didn’t ever want to have them. Either way, the Agency kinda put the kibosh on a girl making plans. Could I even have kids with Abel?

  Whoa! Putting the brakes on the direction my thoughts had turned, I mentally performed a U-turn.

  Tugging on the maid’s outfit, I zipped it up and smoothed my hair into a rough ponytail. I didn’t bother with the mirror, I wanted to avoid having to look myself in the eyes. Fishing in the pocket of my leather pants, I pulled out the silver chain and looped it around my neck, tucking the cross down between my breasts.

  I needed to get out of here before I had us married with two kids.

  Chucking my knives into the bag with my leather sluts-r-us outfit, I cracked open the bathroom door.

  Abel hadn’t moved, his head still turned away and leg still dangling.

  Tiptoeing—the sense of being in a really bad rom-com movie settling in—I made my way across the room.

  “Where are you going?”

  I froze like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

  He rolled onto his back, plumping the pillow up behind his head.

  I couldn’t help the groan. It was unfair. How did he get to look so gorgeous first thing in the morning when I was pretty sure I looked like a cross between a slutty wicked witch of the west and a gargoyle? It almost had me regretting not using the mirror.…

  The shadow on his jaw was denser, threatening to tip the scales and become a full beard. Wan sunlight caressed his chest, casting it in a soft glow that highlighted its magnificence—

  Geez! Get a grip, Frankie!

  I blinked, hoping to break whatever spell he had cast.

  “Were you not going to say goodbye?” He stretched his arms up, over his head in an obviously choreographed movement.

  Yup. And there went his bed sheet, dipping lower, and lower, and—

  I dragged my eyes back up, catching the smirk on his face. “I’ve got places I need to be.”

  “Are you sure?”

  What was going on? We’d always called it quits once the sun hit the sky, heading off in different directions with nothing more than a wave and a satisfied smile. “I’m sure …” I said slowly, waiting for the punchline.

  The silence hung between us, making my nerves dance. Problem was, when I was nervous, I usually became the biggest blabbermouth around. Which, right now, wasn’t a good thing. “See you in six months!” I called, pasting a bright smile on my face.

  I was nearly at the door when I felt the hand on my elbow, pressing me to turn around. So I did. My eyes widened. “Geez! Can you put some clothes on?” Please don’t … my inner slut whined. As if she hadn’t just gotten laid seven times. Or was it eight?

  Peeking out from behind the hand I’d thrown up, I marched into the bathroom, snagged a towel and threw it at him.

  “It’s a bit late to be shy, don’t you think?” But he wrapped it around his waist, tucking the end in with a firm shove.

  “I can’t have a conversation with you when you’re …” I waved a hand in the general direction of his groin, trying to ignore the definite tenting going on under the white terry toweling.

  “So, you’re going to talk to me? Not sneak out without a word?” He sounded … put out. A little sulky, to be honest.

  This time I waved both hands in the air. “What do you want from me?” And why are you making this harder than it has to be? Can’t you see that I’m hanging on here by a thread?

  “You could start by coming back to bed.” He sounded nonchalant, but there was something in his eyes that hinted he was anything but.

  “I really do need to go.”

  “Frankie—”

  “Please, Abel. It was fun, but …” my voice trailed off, I didn’t know what else I could say. Or should say. I eventually went with a shrug. “I just can’t, not right now. Maybe next time we meet it might be diff
erent.”

  “Why?”

  I nearly winced at his suspicious tone. He wasn’t going to stop pushing, was he? “It’s not safe.” I’d already said too much, but I had to make him understand, drive it through that thick skull of his. Yeah, he was a werewolf and all kinds of super awesome and shit, but he could still die. Right?

  “What do you mean, it’s not safe?”

  I had to ask, couldn’t leave without knowing. “Can you die? I mean, can someone kill you?”

  He stared at me, and I could see the wheels turning.

  “Don’t even think about lying to me, buster,” I warned him.

  “Not easily,” he eventually said, leaning back against the wall.

  Deja vu washed over me, an image of Abel standing in exactly the same spot last night, his eyes glowing with heat. I swallowed, pushing the image away. So, the Agency probably couldn’t kill him … but they could recruit him. Make him work for them. I knew first hand that they had the power, and the ruthlessness, to do just about anything if it suited them.

  I couldn’t risk it. I had to be free and clear before I faced Abel again.

  I lunged for the door before my face gave me away, fully expecting the arm that stopped me.

  “Who?” That was all he said, but it was enough.

  I’d said too much, already put him at risk. “Nobody. Now would you please get the fuck off me? Can’t you take a hint?” I glared at him, pouring all my anger and hate into my eyes. Not for him; for what I couldn’t have.

  But it did the trick. He flinched, hurt clouding his eyes.

  Then it was gone, the mask firmly back in place. He stepped aside and I ran out of the room.

  Chapter Ten

  Abel

  I couldn’t move. I imagined that was what it felt like to be kicked in the balls—luckily I had managed to avoid that particular brand of torture to date—a sharp shooting pain followed by a blessedly numb feeling.

  I’d always thought I would have time on my side. I hadn’t been ready to see her go yet, had wanted to lose myself in her for another minute … or hour … or day. Delay the crushing realization that I was a failure.