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“I could give you head.”
The car gave a small jerk, and Bella reveled in smug satisfaction as Iron gave her a mock glare from the corner of his eye. He was too easy to tease. It was nice to see him so off his game, all because of her.
They were only a few minutes from his home, where Bella hadn’t been in years, not since they were in high school. Then it had been his father’s home, and it would be interesting to see what changes would mark it now that it was his.
Giddiness coursed through her, and she was about two seconds away from bouncing in her seat like a three-year-old. This was real, after all the years of daydreaming and pining. Nothing had been said about permanent – and knowing Iron, he was thinking this was a one-time thing, poor delusional soul – but, stupid as it sounded, she was taking the first steps into her life and she couldn’t contain the happiness the knowledge gave her.
Hence, the offer to suck him off. Might as well make those first steps memorable.
In moments, they pulled up in front of Iron’s two-story home. It was too dark to make out much more than the general structure, but from the dim light of the floodlights the yard and railings leading up to the porch looked to be well-maintained and the front door had been painted recently.
Inside, the place was a mix of old and new. Iron had gotten rid of the overabundance of floral motif she remembered, choosing cleaner lines and darker fabrics, but no interior designer would ever call the place modern, wood and natural materials dominated, and there were several pictures and other homey touches splashed around.
Later, she’d explore his house, search every crack and crevice, but right now?
Bed.
She tilted her head, placed her hand on her hip, and thrust out her chest in a well-choreographed dance designed to make a man’s eye follow. “We taking this somewhere comfortable?”
The man was fighting a smile as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Isn’t this treating me like a piece of meat? Shouldn’t we talk first? Me compliment you on how pretty you look?”
“Don’t even fuck with me, Iron. Bed now.”
“Bossy little thing, ain’t you?”
Answering verbally took too much time. Instead she grabbed his pants and tore at the zipper, shaking fingers making the job harder than it should have been.
“You’re going to hurt the merchandise.” No man had a right to sound that composed when he was looking at a night of hot sex. Time to shake him up.
Putting her hands up in surrender, she took a few steps back. “My apologies. I didn’t know I was so scary, putting you off and all. Tell you what, I’m going to go upstairs while you resign yourself to what’s about to happen.” She began the ascent up the stairs, ignoring his little growl and throwing over her shoulder, “You have toys? I can use my fingers, but I’d like something a little extra tonight. Maybe we should have gone to my house, but oh well.”
And though he’d likely deny it ’til his dying day, he squeaked and asked, “Toys?”
Oh, he liked that, did he? That would teach him to mess with her. She looked down at him. Iron was at the bottom of the stairs, watching her, and his eyes looked pure black right now, the pupils were blown so wide. “You want to see that, baby? See me spread my legs and push a fat dildo up my little pussy, stroking it in and out like you want your cock to be doing? Or–” and she paused at the top of the stairs, bending just a bit forward and trailing her hands over the fat globes of her ass, which guaranteed Iron would be watching, since he never could keep his eyes from her ass. “–Do you want to see me with my little anal vibrator, pushing it up right–” Bella trailed her middle finger down the crack of the jeans, the tip of her middle finger coming to rest over her asshole. “–here.”
Iron played football in high school, and she still never saw him move as fast as he did that moment, taking the stairs like they didn’t exist and wrapping his arms around her to pull her towards the bedroom. The only vocalizations from him were a litany of growls, his fingers flexing against her in unconscious action.
His bed was big and covered in a blue blanket, and that was as far as her seeing it went before she was spun around, his mouth hard on hers. Nothing tentative here. He forced his way in, plundering her mouth with long swipes and low growls.
Cool air against her skin flicked at Bella’s senses, but it wasn’t until Iron pulled back that realization struck. Cold skin meant no clothes, and a glance down confirmed her shirt was gone and Iron was already working on her pants. When did that happen?
Then her back hit the bed, her jeans were yanked off, and Iron’s face went taut as his eyes roamed over her.
Bella stretched her hands over her head, arching her back and presenting herself as an offering. Her underwear was red and lacy and she’d worn it for just this moment.
If he thought she hadn’t noticed his reaction to her red bikini, he really was oblivious. The tristate area noticed that reaction.
“Turn over.” His voice was as raw as if he’d gargled with glass. She did, rewarded in only moments with a broken gasp. One step removed from a thong, and yeah, she knew exactly what her man liked on her. Bella folded her arms and laid her head on them, and waited for what was next.
Tentative hands, calloused and warm, brushed over her skin, a feather stroke of delight. They traced every curve, every dip, with the gentle sureness of someone granted their greatest wish. As much as she loved those touches, she preferred what came next, when the tentativeness disappeared and pure want took over.
She spread her legs further, and with that any hesitancy disappeared and pure want took over. Iron’s mouth descended on her pussy, and fuck, the boy knew how to eat a woman out. He had the perfect mix of when to go soft and when to bury his face in and take, and thank fuck he knew what a clit was. His tongue lapped at the piece of flesh before pushing into her pussy to bury itself deep inside. Wet and needy, Bella pushed back hard, not caring if he was ready. He was a big guy, he should be able to handle her.
“Wanna fuck you. Wanted to forever. Tell me you want me.” His voice was as near begging as she’d ever heard from him, low and tortured and pushed to the edge.
And as aching and as wanting as she was, she couldn’t tease him anymore. “Need you, baby. Need you in me. You’ll give it to me hard, right? You won’t leave me unsatisfied?”
His voice was broken, hoarse. “Never. Swear it, I’ll fuck you as long as you let me.”
He flipped her over, settled above her as every inch of his skin rubbed over hers, pulling a long moan from her. So hot and rough, and she needed him in her yesterday. She reached up and nibbled the base of his throat, earning another moan from him. “Now, baby. Come in me now.”
The slide inside her was slow, and her pussy stretched to accommodate him. “Big boy,” she teased, earning a pained grunt in response.
“I’m near going off like a thirteen-year-old. Unless you want to be mighty disappointed, you might hold off on talking to me in that sex voice you got.”
“I have a sex voice?” She nibbled his ear, clinging to his shoulders to keep near him. “Is it this breathy side, or is it when I go…deeper?”
“Fuck this shit,” he murmured, and in a quick move – his dick still inside her – he rose to his knees.
“What-” she began, but he grabbed her ankles and brought her legs into the air, spread wide and every inch of her open to his gaze. With a primal growl he began pumping into her.
All she could do was wrap her hands around her thighs for something to hold onto as Iron worked her over, establishing a brutal pace and ratcheting it up from there, forcing her body to move with him and his ever-deepening thrusts.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Words poured forth, not that she knew what she was saying. Teasing was done, thinking was done. Now was sensation, completion, the primal pull of a man and a woman together.
Her eyelids kept closing, no matter how she tried to force them apart. In between the blackness of pure sensation was his beaut
iful face above her, lips curled in a snarl and his own litany of curses verbalized.
Inside everything tightened, everything pulled close. His hips began to stutter, his own cries getting louder. She exploded, her body clamping down on his, and his own howl echoed in the room.
Chapter Six
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What a fucking difference twenty-four hours made. Yesterday at this time, he’d seen Bella sashaying that ass into his bar and had been thinking he was in for a night of torture.
And he was right. Bella was capable of the most delicious torture he’d ever experienced. Fucking riding him but stopping when he was just about to come, not letting him touch her breasts or stomach.
How the fuck was a man supposed to keep his hands to himself when all that lusciousness was right there for the taking?
Iron breathed deep through his nose, shaking off the thoughts that should not be dwelled on when his ass was behind the bar.
Time was fucking going backwards tonight. Iron could have sworn he’d already seen the damn hand pass eleven, but no, there it was, on the dot, and growling at every customer would not make time go faster, or encourage any of the customers to come back. As it was, the sign on the door already said the bar was closing at midnight. One more hour. One more hour of pure torture, because Bella had decided to come to the bar and while away the hours here instead of waiting for him at home, looking at him with teasing eyes and moving that sinful body in ways designed to drive him crazy.
The only thing making it bearable was tonight he damn sure would be bending her over that pool table, see if he fucking didn’t.
This crowd was working his fucking nerves, though. Less crowded tonight than last night and at least tonight everyone was either wolf or connected to the pack, but tonight also had several unfamiliar wolves from some of the outlying packs, all of them looking young and dumb.
Steel’s pack was largest by far, but there were a few splinter groups. None of them caused enough trouble that Steel had to step in to avoid bringing attention from outsiders on the wolves, but that didn’t change the fact most were in the splinter groups because they thought many of the old laws should still be in effect.
Normally no problem, the bar was outside any territory and had always been somewhat neutral, despite his dad and then him owning it. As long as the wolves from other packs didn’t cause shit, they were welcome to spend their money. Tonight though, with the mating season in motion and the moon strong, with the fact the males here were unmated and hungry-looking, Iron half-wished he had said screw it and stayed home in bed.
Worse, Steel wasn’t around, which he should have been. Neither were Brick or House, though of course they’d be with Mel. Back-up would be helpful about now, but who?
The bell chimed to signal the door opening, and Iron bit back that sigh of relief. “Fuck man, you psychic or something? Perfect timing.”
Razor sat on the bar stool in front of Iron, one black eyebrow arching up over green eyes, amused confusion plain on his features. “Does this timing thing get me a beer? You having problems or something?”
“I’ve got strange wolves that I’m getting bad vibes from.” Iron placed the bottle in front of the wolf who was only second to Brick in terms of sheer size and gave a quick nod to the wolves in the back. “Too much mating season fever and kids who look like they want to swing their dicks in everyone’s face. Glad you’re here to help me slap anyone who gets out of line.”
“Fuck yeah, sounds like a perfect Saturday night.” A long swig of beer, which Razor promptly did a spit-take with when he saw the woman by the pool table. “Is that Bella?”
Fuck. Now he had to deal with this shit all over again. Worse, because he had slept with Bella, and Razor would fucking know it, and probably open his bitch-ass gossip mouth and tell everyone. “Yeah, that’s Bella.”
The smile that grew over Razor’s face was blinding in its intent to needle and humiliate, but before Iron could slam the asshole down in a preemptive strike, the one-two punch of the overwhelming scent of a wolf ready to mate along with the stark, acrid scent of Bella’s fear had him jumping over the bar and going to her.
One of the wolves who looked like he was barely out of high school was crowding her, while his group of friends formed a semi-circle around them. Bella was all calm gestures and low voice. If he couldn’t smell her revulsion, he’d think she was bored. “…I’m not interested, but thank you,” Iron caught her saying as he came close. He vaguely realized Razor had followed and was right behind him, but his full attention was on Bella.
Bella didn’t get scared easily, so the fucker had done something. Without preamble, Iron said, “Get the fuck out.”
The little punk-ass hid his surprise at Iron’s command well, giving only the smallest of flinches before twisting to look over his shoulder and smirk at him. The other four members of his gang turned so they were now facing Iron and Razor. The scene was wrong though. They were older than the kid, dressed different. This didn’t have the vibe of a group of friends hanging together. The kid’s smirk carried through into his voice and set Iron’s teeth on edge. “I’m kinda talking. Don’t interrupt unless you want to get hurt.”
Rage burned and raced through Iron, the wolf snarling and demanding blood. “One more time. Get out.”
The kid’s smirk grew, the same face every coddled spoiled brat made. “You’re not alpha, and you don’t know who you’re fucking with. Keep talking to me might mean starting war over this whore, and how will your alpha like that?”
Iron punched the kid like he was trying to go through the kid’s jaw and grab his skull from the back.
Chaos erupted. The kid’s gang jumped in while the kid struggled to get up from the ground, clutching his jaw. They were skilled, and mean, and landed some nasty blows before Razor barreled into the fray.
Around the bar people were crowding into corners, leaving, a myriad of voices shouting and breaking chairs and glass shattering.
Iron punched someone away when a wolf jumped him.
Instinct took over. He shifted, and the wolf wanted blood. Teeth gnashed, grabbing on and digging deep, the whimpers of the wolf between his jaws welcome. Blood flooded his mouth, and he bit deeper, harder.
The digging of teeth into his side and the wolf yelped, letting go of his prey. He turned to the wolf who had attacked him and snapped, fangs ripping into neck.
A sharp crack of noise and all the wolves froze before springing apart. Another crack, crack and the small human voice within Iron whispered gunshot. The wolves scattered, and next to him approached mate. Protect mate. The wolf curled around its female, nuzzling into her to assure himself of her safety, her well-being.
Drowning itself in her scent while she was low sweet sounds and soft strokes, and the wolf nuzzled closer. Nothing would hurt her.
The human was stirring, though the wolf only wanted its mate. The human pulled his way forward, and Iron opened his eyes to see Bella above him, her hand stroking through his hair.
Fucking shit.
He pushed away, breath seizing in his throat, his eyes never leaving hers.
She was too calm. She stared back at him – no crying, no screaming. Her eyes were steady and her breathing even. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Her mouth tightened, but she lifted her chin. “I know, Iron. I’ve always known.”
She couldn’t know. He had made it his life’s mission to protect her from this secret world. The only promise he ever made Mel make was the promise she’d never tell Bella anything. “You can’t.”
Only now was anger starting to cloud her scent, darken her eyes. “Why out of everything does the fact I know upset you? Shouldn’t you be happy I’m not running screaming into the night?”
He ignored the question. Fuck whatever truth was trying to poke through and answer her. “No one should have told you.”
“Because you decreed it?”
“Because you’re under my protection. It’s pack way, that anything to
do with you would have to be cleared through me.”
“And so, what? It wasn’t just the opportunity never came to tell me – you were trying to deliberately keep me from knowing?” True anger was building through her words, making the lines of her body rigid and unyielding. “Why? Why wouldn’t you want me to know? Why wouldn’t you share with me? We were friends, before anything else. I would do anything for you, and I always took care of Steel. Why would you push me away in something so huge?”
“Because you weren’t meant to be involved with the pack. It was best to keep you away.”
“Keep me away?” Her voice was cracking, tears leaking through the tones. “What did I do to deserve to be treated like that, like an outsider? What horrific thing did I say or do that made you think I was untrustworthy?”
“You aren’t like us!”
“HOW? We grew up together.”
He shattered, and everything poured forth, every fucking shit piece of truth that meant from day one he was going to have to let her go. “You know what you’re meant for? You’re meant for Sam. You’re meant for townhouses and country clubs and gated communities and thousand-dollar bottles of champagne. You aren’t meant for a bar that serves guys who work in flannel. You aren’t meant to be living in the middle of bumfuck nowhere! What was I supposed to say? Here’s my deepest secret and it getting out can destroy all of us, so please don’t share it with your important friends?”
Her body was shaking, her head at his words. “You don’t think that about me – You don’t think that about me! What about you and me? Who we are to each other? You and me…it’s always been you and me.”
He had to get her away. He had to end this now, because if she stayed any longer, he wouldn’t be able to let her go. “You’re not the first woman to think a good dicking was something permanent.”
With that, Bella’s mouth grew slack for a moment, but damn, his woman was pure badass, because she didn’t let that break her. No, she was straight and tall and fuck if she didn’t own him when she said, voice clear and concise, “My mistake. I won’t bother you again.”
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