by Honor James
She snorted and shook her head. “I swear you must have been a lawyer somewhere in the years you have been alive, mister double talker.” She touched his cheek and tugged her hand away when she realized the soft emotions she was starting to feel for him. “Right, um.” She had no idea what to say, she was floundering, badly. She was lost because it was as if everything that she had ever worked for was falling away and she was being stripped down to her emotional core and she wasn’t sure she could survive that, especially not when he turned her away.
Lifting a brow, he watched the thoughts race at a spectacular pace across her face. “Never was a lawyer,” he told her. “Logger, hired muscle, boxer for a couple years, but never ever a lawyer. Lawyers are the lowest form of life, just above the Devil.” Finishing off another sandwich, he leaned back in his chair facing her as she picked at her bread. “You’re thinking too hard again, Desmonda, and running yourself in circles,” he commented quietly. “What’s wrong?” he asked, as if gently hoping she’d tell him what was making her brow furrow like it was.
“Nothing at all.” Because she wasn’t about to tell him that. Damn herself, she wanted him. More than just physically, in a way she hadn’t wanted anyone in twelve years. She had told him she wanted him, that she wanted to touch and feel his body, and that had come out so suddenly, so unexpectedly that she wasn’t about to give this part up. He made her feel silly for her want of him, and it would break her if he teased her for wanting more. Dammit. She wasn’t supposed to feel, emotion was never supposed to be hers. However here she was with a man she didn’t know, having emotions and it was distracting her too much for her to focus. “If you’re all done, maybe you can show me where I will be sleeping here?” In your bed, no, dammit, she couldn’t think things like that. Thinking of herself in his bed was bad, very bad.
Nodding, he slipped off the stool and held his hand out, indicating she should precede him. Once she was moving, he guided her down the hall. “You’ll have to use this room,” he told her as he opened the master bedroom door and guided her in, his hand lightly resting at the small of her back. “The guest rooms are currently being painted so all the furniture is stacked and they are unusable. Bathroom’s through there.” He pointed at the partially open door. “Closet.” He next indicated the double doors to the walk-in. “Feel free to pilfer for something to wear to bed, there are extra towels, toothbrushes and toothpaste in the middle top drawer between the sinks.” Moving past her, he pulled open the closet and dug out a blanket and extra pillow. “Raid the fridge at your pleasure. I sleep pretty soundly, so if you’re up and about don’t worry about waking me.” Heading for the door, he paused. “One thing,” he said and turned to look at her. “Never, ever touch me when I’m sleeping and I don’t know you’re in the room with me.”
She watched him getting ready to leave and frowned, shaking her head. She moved toward him. “You are not giving up your bed for me.” Grabbing the pillow, she tugged it, her body ready for a fight, but more than that, turning all wet and needy in anticipation. “This macho bravado is all well and good and I appreciate the thought but I’m a big girl and can hunker down on the floor or the couch and don’t need you to give up that too-tempting bed.” It had been a bed she could see them rolling around on, bodies slick with sweat as each of them battled for dominance. When she had her pillow from him, she smiled triumphantly. “See, you can’t even hold onto the pillow, so give it up mister.”
The look on his face indicated he’d let go for only one reason. Wrapping his arm around her, he tugged her close and bent his head to inhale slowly at her neck. “It’s not bravado to do the right thing and allow you to take the bed, Desmonda,” he murmured against her pulse. “Besides, if you go out there to sleep, I never will. Another reason for you to stay in here and get a good night’s rest. I’m used to bunking on the couch, I end up sleeping there more nights than not,” he confided as he closed his eyes. Her body was telling him one thing while her words had said something very, very different. Pulling her just a little closer, he rubbed against her and smiled, as if he’d scented the sudden rush of heat from her body, likely so thick he could practically taste it in the air.
She felt him rub against her and whimpered until she did something that she could never forget. Her hand reached between them and even as her body rubbed against him, her hand found his cock and clenched around the turgid flesh through his jeans. “Share?” One word, it was all she had been able to say to keep herself from breaking down. Her hand stroked him roughly even as she turned her head, dropping the pillow, she wrapped her other hand around the back of his neck and turned to take his lips in a kiss of need, passion, frustration, and anger. It was a heady mixture, and even as she kissed him, she waited to be pushed away.
Dropping the blanket, Laszlo gave into his beast for a moment and buried his hand in her hair to pull her even closer to him. His other hand moved down to her ass and cupped her, squeezing not so gently as he rocked his erection into her hand. Growling low in his throat, he nipped her lip and, lifting his head slightly, he inhaled her scent. “Definitely,” he said in answer to her question. Pushing the door shut, he backed her slowly toward the bed, giving her all the time in the world to change her mind.
Her hand moved from his hair, but not his cock, and one-handed, she began to pull at the fisherman’s sweater he had tossed on until the backs of her knees hit the bed. Pausing, she looked up at him and licked her lips, tasting him there on them. “Please don’t break my heart,” she whispered. Removing her hand from his erection, she tugged the sweater up and over his head with both hands, tossing it aside and placing her hands on his chest to simply feel him.
Shuddering as she touched his too-hot skin, Laszlo looked down at her. “Don’t break mine,” he said in return. Sliding his hands to the bottom of her shirt, he tugged on it until he could reciprocate and pulled it off. Letting out a slow breath, he traced a light finger over the strap of her bra and down to the curve over her breast. Pressing his free hand to the middle of her back, he pulled her close as he slid a finger into the cup and gently rubbed back and forth over her hard nipple teasingly.
She shivered at his touch and as she looked up at him, she moved both her hands to cup his cheeks and tugged him back to her mouth for a kiss. She was desperate for him, but as her lips laid against his, she replied to his comment with, “I couldn’t, not when I need you and this as much as I do.” She was giving him a part of herself that she likely couldn’t if she hadn’t been so angry with him. “I could never hurt someone I care for the way I once was.” And that was truth. She didn’t allow him time to respond, but instead moved her mouth over his in hungry need, her breasts pressed close against his chest. Desmonda was a tall woman. However, he still had her beat by several inches and made her feel positively dainty as his hands moved over her body.
Slipping his hands down, he cupped her ass and lifted her as he knelt on the bed and moved up further onto the mattress. Laying her down, he kept his body off of hers as he continued to kiss her. Kneeling between her legs, he moved his fingers quickly, undoing the button and zipper before he pulled his lips away to tug her slacks off. Tossing them aside with her shoes and socks, he ran his fingers up the inside of her legs and up over her hips. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her stomach, smiling as the muscles clenched in reaction.
Her hands worked between them, undoing the fly of his jeans and pushed them down to his hips with a concentrated motion as her eyes never left his. She watched him just as he watched her, and when her fingers closed around his now bare cock, she found her eyes drifting shut, head arching back and liquid pooling between her thighs. She wasn’t going to lie there and let him love her, she was going to be involved in every single step of the process, so with that in mind, she bent her legs, cradling him between her thighs even as her toes and feet worked his jeans off.
Clenching his hands in the blankets, he let out a throaty rumbling growl of pure pleasure when she cupped him in her soft hands. Ki
cking his jeans aside, he moved closer to her as he fought for some semblance of control over his need to just take her.
When he was as naked as she was, she stroked him with her hungry hands. She could feel her own moisture as her wrists touched her seam over and over again. “Laszlo,” she breathed. God, had she ever known how good this could be? No.
Shifting, he slid a hand between her legs to stroke her pussy, her scent rising up around them. It was intoxicating and heady. “Talk to me, Desmonda,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want, darling, tell me what you need,” he said softly. Pushing two fingers into her wet cunt, he rubbed at her slowly, his thumb pressing against her clitoris.
“I need you, Laszlo, no thinking, no talking, just feeling, doing.” Her hand squeezed on him. “I need you in the most primal of ways.” She moved on his fingers and sobbed slightly when he slid a third finger inside of her. “Right now, I need rough, I need you in the most primitive form of being together, Laz, give up to the beast roaring inside of you, because god help you, I feel one inside of me needing to become reality and be freed.” She didn’t understand the need, but she never rejected her intuition and right now it was telling her to let him choose, let him lead the way and for him to make her his. She needed to be fucked, was desperate for it in fact. She wanted him and his thick beautiful cock inside of her, not his fingers.
Her words clearly hit a chord inside of him, deep inside where no one but his mate could have found it. Leaning over her, he stared into her eyes, his eyes fully Wolf, and he knew it, like he could see the reflection in hers. “If I take you like that, I’ll mark you as mine and you’ll never get a chance to back out, Desmonda. You will be my mate and wolves mate for life,” he whispered, needing her to know despite his driving need to do as she asked. “Do you understand what that means, honey?” he asked quietly. “I do it your way and there is no going back, there is no running away when you’re angry or annoyed with me. You will be mine for all time,” he said as he moved his fingers faster, driving her toward the precipice of her orgasm and all the while let his pinky finger toy with the small rosebud of her anus.
“No running,” she promised, she was tired of running. “We will fight and argue but no more running.” When she opened her eyes, she nodded. “I want everything, Laz, I need to be able to hold my own at your side and I am not going to be a victim simply because of who I choose to love. I want the marking, I want to be yours but I want more.” Yes, she knew what she was saying, somehow it all felt right. She had always been more dominant than any human woman and she realized it was because she was never really meant to remain as one. Some sick and twisted act of fate placed her into the wrong body. “But there will be no going back, Laz, if we do this you will have to put up with me forever, no running, no hiding, and you will have to understand that I am not a nice woman most of the time.” Except with him, he had gotten under her skin unlike anyone ever had before, even when she had been engaged, it was nothing like this with this man. “I will demand everything from you but offer the same in return, but however we are going to do this, we need to do this soon because I want to feel you inside of me.” Before she lost her nerve and tried to hide from the feelings once more.
“Then we do this,” he said softly as he slowly withdrew his fingers. Flipping her over onto her stomach when she relaxed infinitesimally, he lifted her hips to put her on her knees. “Shoulders down, Desmonda,” he growled, pressing down between her shoulder blades when she tried to lift up. “If you want to survive this you need to let me dominate for a while. Later you can pretend to be in charge,” he teased her softly as he rose up behind her and rubbed his cock against her weeping pussy. Pressing in, he leaned over her and slowly slid into her, his eyes closed as he let the feelings wash over him. She was so fucking tight, his face tightened, like he could feel her every muscle working to take him in deeper, pulling his cock further into her pussy so that he could touch her womb. It seemed like fucking heaven and hell at the same time.
She pushed back on him with an indrawn breath of pleasure. “Oh my god.” She clenched her hands into fists and tossed her hair out of her way to watch him. “Later I want to play, too, Laz,” she grumbled and bit her lip. “Oh god, yes,” she sobbed out and nodded. “All of it, Laz, I need all of it.”
“Later,” he bit out. “Later you can play all you want. For now, this is my show,” he told her as he slid in all the way. Groaning softly, he clenched his hand in the bedding, his other squeezing her hip as he fought not to come in that moment. Seconds passed before he began to move, slowly. Brushing her hair further away from her shoulder, Laszlo licked at her soft skin, tasting the sweet and saltiness of her flesh.
Her hands clenched and released and when he licked her neck she shivered. “Laszlo,” she said. God he was so full inside of her, his cock was larger than anyone she had before and was stretching her deliciously. Desi felt her muscles pulling at him, she could feel the veins on the underside of his cock and the mushroom head of it pushing deeper and harder into her cunt. She pushed back on him again and then again. It wasn’t until his teeth scraped over her shoulder that she sobbed, “Please.” Not a word she used often at all.
Sliding his free hand up her ribs, he found her breast and gently began to massage it, his fingers flicking her nipple as he moved his hips in a harder-paced rhythm. Licking at her flesh again, he growled softly, the vibration moving from his chest and into her back as he pressed closer to her. Nipping her flesh, he teased her as he caught her taut nipple and pinched it as he moved his other hand to stroke between her legs. Finding the swollen nub of her clit, he rubbed at it and he moved even faster, his body slapping into hers.
And then, he just knew what to do. “You are mine now and forever,” his words a whisper over her flesh. “I am yours for all of time. Mated through fate, through actions all our own and through mutual love we are joined together for all our lives. No one will ever tear us asunder, for we are meant to be,” he told her and then, nipping at her skin gently, he sank his teeth into her flesh.
Bucking up and into him, she screamed as the words and then the bite rolled over her. Her vision swam as she felt his teeth burying deeply into her shoulder at her neck. “Laszlo!” she screamed as she came a second time and her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she moved with him. Her pussy clenching him tightly and demanding more, demanding his release as well as hers.
Grinding into her harder, Laszlo growled low and deep, the sound filling the room as he jerked against her. Then, in a flash, he came, his cock swelling as he spilled, his seed hot as it shot deep into her body. Holding her to him, he fought to keep his teeth from sinking even deeper into her flesh.
She felt his cock swell inside of her and the intensity of that paired with the feeling of his seed filling her fuller than capacity had her vision wavering and body clenching on him once more, another orgasm trailed by a third, smaller one had her gasping for air and unable to breathe. “Son of a bitch,” she said. She knew he was barely hanging onto a thread of control to keep from changing her, and her hand touched his thigh behind her, stroking him gently to soothe him even as her body relaxed completely under him.
Her touch calmed him just enough that he was able to pull his teeth from her flesh. Pressing his cheek to her shoulder as he held her tightly against him, he tried to breathe slow and steady. Rolling to his side with her, he curled up behind her, his arms hugging her. “Are you all right?” he asked when he was able, and even then it came out hoarse and rough sounding.
She nodded and her pussy clenched again as a new wave of his seed spilled deep and hard into her womb. “I am, are you all right?” Her shoulder throbbed and ached, but it felt so very good that she honestly didn’t care that it was hurting, she didn’t care that it ached and she wanted to do it all over again. “Can we do that again?” A chuckle escaped her, she felt all girly and soft, but it was all right to feel that way in that moment, or so she hoped.
Smiling, he kissed her shoulder before
turning his face to nuzzle at her neck. “We can do it again,” he assured her. “But only after we clean up your shoulder. No point in borrowing trouble and leaving it to get infected. After that, we can do anything you want, Desmonda.” Laszlo was in a damned good mood. He was relaxed, probably for the first time in over five decades, and he was happy, which had probably been even longer, not counting moments with his family.
“All right, but I think I need a shower first, Laszlo.” Her eyes closed and she sighed. “Nope, nap first and then we will shower and I will let you clean up the bite and then”—she squeezed him once more with her pussy, shivering in pleasure once again—“god, that feels so very good.”
Growling at her, he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a squeeze. “Behave yourself, woman,” he said in a low tone. Letting her go for a moment, he reached down and tugged at the blankets. Pulling them over them both, he gently lifted her head to put his other arm under her. “Sleep for an hour and then we can shower, grab a snack and do anything you’d like to.”
“Sounds good.” Her eyes closed she moved so that her head was resting on his shoulder instead of the pillow and let out a low breath. “I’m usually not this giving and snuggling, so you shouldn’t get used to this.” Or she shouldn’t get used to not being like this. She had a feeling this one man could change everything.
“Neither am I, Desmonda,” he said in a low tone as he kissed her shoulder. Rubbing her arm lightly, he stayed silent for a moment and then, stopping his hand, spoke quietly. “I’ve never had a woman in this bed. Hell, I’ve never had a woman in my house. I hate sharing my space, even with my brothers. When we get together, except at Christmas, it’s always at one of their homes or one of Janos’s clubs. I don’t share well at all,” he told her. “But you”—he shook his head and chuckled softly—“you are special, Desmonda, you’re here and I find that I’m wondering why I ever had a complaint, although, I think it’s you and who you are to me.”