“Yes what, my heart?” He smiled into the crook of her neck, unable to resist the urge to lick her sweet skin. Inhaling, he dragged the scent of wild berries and her body’s unique scent into his lungs.
His gums ached, his wolf wanting to mark her, possibly claim her. It strained at the edges of his control, pushing the man to listen to the beast. The fact he wanted it, too, made it difficult to resist.
“I—I want you inside me again.” she whispered.
Thank God. He wasn’t certain what he’d have done had she said she wanted to go back to her room, to the jackass who’d stood her up. Perhaps her botched date had been to his good fortune, since the jackass hadn’t arrived by the time she’d checked in, three hours late. The mystery man had no idea what he had missed. Jamie cupped her luscious breasts, weighing them and squeezing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
She arched and dug her fingernails into his thighs. She couldn’t realize how much that turned him on. Any use of nails or teeth was a major turn-on for his kind. Jamie only hoped he could harness his wolf long enough to make love to her a half dozen or so more times.
“I love how responsive you are.” He kissed her shoulder and slid a hand down her stomach to her mound.
He didn’t mind hair, his kind never did, though his mouth watered at the feel of smooth skin between her legs. Nothing stood between her and his tongue. Nothing would stop him from lapping up every last drop of cream as she came into his mouth.
He pushed a finger between her legs, and she bucked when he stroked her clit. “My, you’re anxious, aren’t you?” He chuckled and circled her clit. She moaned, tossing her head back and forth.
“Do you like that?” he asked, breathing the words against her ear.
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Tell me.”
“I like it. Don’t stop…please.”
He’d always been a bit of an Alpha, but he’d never considered himself a Dom. He didn’t know shit about BDSM, but something about their encounter made him want to take over and force her submit to him in ways he’d never wanted from a woman before.
She stiffened on his lap, hovering close to climax, but he pulled his hand back anyway.
“What are you doing?” Her question came out on a half-whine. “I was just about ready
to—”
“I’m fully aware of what you were just about ready to do. But, I’m not ready to let you come again, just yet.”
“Let me come?” She attempted to sit up, but he stopped her by anchoring his arm around her waist.
“Now don’t get your panties in a twist.” He laughed.
“That would be kind of hard, considering the fact you ripped them off me.” She wriggled her hips in an attempt to brush her needy clit against his fingers.
“I guess I didn’t know my own strength.” It was more that he hadn’t realized the extent of the hold his wolf had on his human side. Had he been less vigilant, he might have claimed her the first time. Neither of them were ready for that.
“Right.” She tried to pull away. “Let me go. Since it’s obvious you don’t want to continue with this, I’ll go to my own room now that you’ve had your fun.”
“Not on your life, lass. I’m not done with you yet.”
“You could have fooled me.” She crossed her arms.
He stood, lifting her with him. Helping her stand, he turned her to face him and pressed his palms on her shoulders. “On your knees, lass.”
She gaped, her beautiful green eyes round, her face pale. “Why?”
“Don’t ask why, just do as I say.”
“What are you, some kind of control freak?” She glared, her hands on her hips.
“Only today. God help me, only today, and only with you.” He pressed on her shoulders again. “On your knees, lass, and suck my cock.”
She stared at his erection for a few seconds before returning her attention to his face.
For a moment, Jamie wondered if he’d gone too far. Whatever it was about the lass that made him need to bend her to his will might have just caused her to change her mind about him. Still, he couldn’t undo what he’d said. Something inside him needed to see she would do what he said, when he said. Life-threatening situations didn’t occur as much for his kind as they used to, but he still wanted to be sure she would let him keep her safe.
Slowly, as though unsure sure she wanted to obey, she lowered to her knees. The deep water of the tub swirled around her waist, the bubbles occasionally hitting her hard nipples, causing them to tighten even more.
With his shaft in one hand, she cupped his balls with the other. Leaning forward, she took the large head into her mouth, and he groaned. Then did it again when she ran her tongue along his glans, sliding it through the slit and lapping up the drop leaking from the tip.
Fisting her hair, he held on for dear life. Every moment, every cell of his being concentrated on what it felt like to have his dick between her full lips. She eased back, massaging his sac, drawing on it as she went, and his knees almost buckled.
His balls drew tight. “Yes, lass.” He shuddered. “Ye know what you’re doing, that much is certain.” He panted and thrust his hips forward. She took him deeper, and when the head hit the back of her throat, he thought he’d surely gone to heaven.
He stepped away with a moan. “I can’t take anymore, Hayley.” He helped her stand and then lifted her from the tub. Setting her on her feet, he grasped a towel and patted her dry before running it over himself.
He scooped her up and carried her to the bed, stood her in front of him next to the nightstand, and bent her over the edge of the mattress.
“Spread your legs, love. I can’t wait tae taste ye.”
His mouth watered at the scent of her arousal, and he wanted nothing more than to take her clit into his mouth and lap up her cream until he’d gotten his fill. If he could ever get his fill of the woman.
Lowering to his knees, Jamie spread her legs wider and snaked his tongue deep inside her.
Chapter Eleven
Hayley moaned then gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. Her fingers curled into a fist, and she jammed it against her mouth.
Strong hands grasped her hips, and flipped her over, holding her in place while Jamie lapped at her quivering flesh. Goose bumps covered her when he buried his face between her legs and drew her clit into his mouth. Two thick fingers pushed into her. He curled them, stroking the bundle of nerves inside her until she came, screaming into her hand.
He stabbed harder, deeper, circling her throbbing clit with his tongue.
Clutching his hair, she tugged him closer. “Please!”
“Please, what?” His demands were ruthless. Giving her clit one long, slow lick, he stopped, rested his chin on her mons, and waited until she met his gaze. “Tell me what ye want, beautiful.”
If she lived to be a hundred, she would never get used to the idea the gorgeous man thought her beautiful. “I want....” She took a deep breath. “I want you to make me come again.”
He smiled, his white teeth gleaming in the dim light from the bathroom and entryway. “All ye had to do was ask, love.”
A million butterflies took flight in her middle when he looked at her as though she were the only woman in the world and it was his job to give her pleasure.
Holding her gaze, he again ran his tongue over her slit. She dropped her head back on the bed and groaned. Pushing her knees to her chest, he buried his head in her pussy again, laving her clit, giving it a gentle bite until her world shattered into a million pieces, and she stiffened and screamed his name.
Jamie wasted no time flipping her onto her stomach. Hayley barely had the time to think about his strength or how much she wanted to do anything the man asked. Unsure if her attitude was healthy, she didn’t much care at that particular moment.
He paused, slid a condom on then slammed into her with no warning. Thrust after thrust, he rammed deep, h
is cock pistoning in and out of her with the speed and force of a machine.
Once again, she jammed her fist against her mouth, babbling God only knew what as she climaxed again.
He stopped for a moment to help her to her knees. On a low growl, he said, “Just like that, lass.”
Face down on the bed, with her head on the mattress, ass in the air, his cock embedded in her body, she felt exposed.
Jamie gave her a light swat on the backside. “Stay just like that.”
“It won’t be a problem if you’re going to fuck me like that again.”
“I plan to do that, lass. Just try not to move. I don’t want to lose control.”
What would happen if he did? She wasn’t sure she wanted to find that out yet, considering she thought he’d already lost it before. Still, it didn’t matter. When he drove forward a third time, she lost control. She’d screamed his name and pushed back, his hips hitting her rear.
He growled, the sound almost animalistic, and it set off another round of orgasms. Nothing mattered right then but the way he made her feel—wanted, beautiful and irresistible.
Ramming deep one last time, he stiffened but his body jerked as though in an effort to power into her yet again. Tears ran down her face when his hands squeezed her hips, caressing her butt as he alternated between growling and groaning.
After easing out of her, he fell onto the bed, smoothed the sweat-soaked hair from her brow, and tucked her close.
His soft snore made her smile, and Hayley closed her eyes. It might not have been the date Madame Eve had planned, but it’d still turned out to be the best night of her life.
The light gray of dawn appeared outside the window just before the glow of the sun peeked over the horizon. She had to go.
Unshed tears burned her eyes as she slid out from beneath Jamie’s arm and stood. Searching for her clothes proved to be a chore with blurry vision. It didn’t matter Jamie hadn’t been her date. She still had to deal with her rental, and she had a plane to catch back home the next day. As much as she’d like to spend more time with Jamie Campbell, she knew better. Their night together had been a beautiful fantasy, a dream. Nothing more. To hope for something else would prove futile. The man might like one-night stands with curvy women, but Hayley had no illusions about him wanting a long-term relationship with her.
Sad, she donned her clothes, left her panties on the floor where he’d thrown them after ripping them from her, grabbed her suitcases and purse, and then walked to the door. She gave the bed one last, longing glance and stepped through the door, closing it behind her with a quiet click.
Thanks to the 1Night Stand agency, she’d had her fantasy, whether planned or not. She smiled at the fact Jamie could have been the date Madame Eve set up. After all, he fit the description of her fantasy werewolf lover.
Still, it didn’t matter. Now that the night had come to its inevitable end, she had a life to get back to. At least she had a story she could write. It would be one based on fact—about a handsome man and a curvy woman taking the time to enjoy each other, even if only for one night.
Entering her room, Hayley set her bags down and took the time to make sure her date hadn’t arrived before heading for the shower. She hated the thought of washing Jamie’s masculine scent from her skin, but she might not get another chance to wash up until later in the evening or the next day.
Stripping off her clothes, she ran the water until she’d set the temperature to the perfect level and climbed under the hot spray with a groan.
A lump formed in her throat as she thought of Jamie again and fresh tears burned her eyes. As much as she wanted to spend more time with him, it was impossible. Having been a movie star’s personal assistant, he probably lived in either New York or Hollywood. She lived in Virginia. Long-distance relationships never worked.
You’re an author. You can work anywhere. She shoved her head under the hot spray. Like any of it mattered. She’d been a convenient body, and he’d been horny. That was the extent of it.
She should contact the rental company, since she’d forgotten to do it the day before. Then, she could check out and see if she could catch an early flight back home. The idea of staying in Atlantic City for another day depressed her. She had expected a night. She hadn’t expected to fool around and fall in love with a man so far out of her league, he might as well have been from Mars.
Chapter Twelve
Jamie woke with a slow stretch. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why, but the silence seemed strange. He stretched again, his arm brushing the other side of the mattress, and he stilled. He shouldn’t be alone. Memories flooded back and—Hayley had left, leaving nothing but her delicious scent behind.
Bright sunlight poured into the room and, with a deep inhale, he rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of her departure. His chest and stomach ached with dread. He had no idea where she’d come from or how to get in touch with her. What the hell would he do now? After years of searching, he’d finally found his mate and she’d disappeared, possibly out of his reach, forever.
Muffled, hurried footsteps set him into motion. Yanking the sheet from the bed, he wrapped it around his waist and headed for the door. He flipped the safety lock over to keep it from closing behind him then headed into the hallway. The elevator dinged, and he ran for the closing unit, using the preternatural speed of his kind to catch it.
Sticking his arm into the entry, he shoved the doors open with a grunt, startling an elderly couple and their little dog. The woman screamed and covered her eyes. The ankle-biter snarled.
Taking stock of his appearance, Jamie noted the sheet still covered the important parts and shrugged. “Sorry. I thought you were someone else.” He released the doors, watching as they closed, and then dropped his arms.
It wasn’t until he felt a tug on the sheet that Jamie realized—too late—that the elevator had closed on the trailing material. Grabbing his makeshift garment, it pulled, the fabric disappearing through the slit.
Shit! Frantic, he glanced around, searching for something to cover up, when the sound of a door opening at the other end of the hall reached his sensitive ears.
A young couple stepped from the room, and desperate, he grabbed a vase of silk flowers from a nearby table and strategically placed it in front of his groin.
The young woman smiled and winked as they strode by, no doubt headed toward the elevator. He nodded, and then hurried to his room before someone else caught him naked in the hallway.
Son of a bitch!
Upon reentering the room, he noted Hayley’s scent had faded. A lot. She’d left hours ago. Clenching his fists, he pressed his lips together and fought the urge to howl his frustration.
He threw the vase he’d used to cover his free-swinging cock. It hit the wall and shattered. His eyes burned at the thought he’d never see his mate again. His throat ached at the thought of her spending her life alone because no one would ever love her, or appreciate her the way he would and, as his mate, she would feel it , too—even if she didn’t realize it. No other man would ever satisfy her now.
He headed for the shower. Why hurry? Hayley was long gone. Perhaps he should head back to that piece-of-shit rental of hers with the hope he could call in enough favors to get her address.
***
Dressed and ready to go, he grabbed his phone off the nightstand. He was just about to shove it into his pocket when he noticed the light blinking; he had a message. An email from Madame Eve.
How could he tell the woman he didn’t need her to find him a date, now? With a sigh, he opened the email, fully expecting to find the instructions for his date.
Jamie,
I hope you enjoyed your date last night. I assumed you, like most wolves, wanted to locate your mate on your own terms, but sometimes a little assistance is necessary. You can rejoice in the fact you found her and decided to help her when she needed it most. Hayley Pittman is a wonderful woman. You have a mate, now. I would
suggest you never let her go.
Since I believe you’ll need a little information on Hayley before you pursue her, I shall tell you a story about a wonderful author and her seemingly impossible fantasies….
Epilogue
Sobbing at her desk, Hayley couldn’t stand the sight of her computer, the empty screen mocking her. Something was wrong, horribly wrong. Ever since leaving Atlantic City, she couldn’t stop crying. When she had a short reprieve, she felt ill, her stomach clenching and spinning as though she’d be sick.
Three weeks she’d been home, and, for three weeks, she’d sat at her desk, trying to write the story that would describe her night in Atlantic City. She couldn’t. How could she write it? Her heroines always had a happily-ever-after while her story ended in heartbreak.
Every day she sat in front of the blank screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard while she tried to think of a way to give her heroine a happy ending. Every day she came up empty. Her time in New Jersey was still too new, too real, to write down in one of her shape shifter fantasies.
The one thing about her story she couldn’t change was making the hero a werewolf. No other shifter type fit Jamie as well.
The sound of her doorbell ripped her from her memories. Pushing away from her desk, she made her way to the front of the house and opened the door without looking through the peep hole.
“Honey, I’m home!” Carl pushed his way into the house, set his bag on the floor, and turned to the man holding more bags behind him. “You can put the rest in the bedroom, down the hall, third door on the right.”
“What?” She moved to stop the man who carried more bags into the house. “You can’t go down there. This is my house, and I don’t want him here.”
He shook his head, set the cases down, and turned to Carl. “This is not my circus, and she’s definitely not my monkey.” Tugging his hat down over his eyes, he left without closing the door behind him.
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