by Jayne Ripley
“I’m going to stay here with you tonight,” Luke said.
She grinned at him. “I don’t think there’s room in the bed.”
“That’s a damn shame. But for now I’ll take one of these chairs.”
She looked at the chair dubiously. “That doesn’t look comfortable at all.”
“Don’t worry about me. You go to sleep. I’ll be right here for you. Whatever you need. I’m here.”
He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. The kiss helped more than she could convey with words because it made her feel warm and loved, as if everything would be okay now that Luke was with her.
She never wanted that feeling to end.
CHAPTER TEN
Gabriela was scheduled to be released from the hospital at noon the next day. She was restless and more than ready to leave. Luke had needed to run to the station to check in with the chief, so she’d been by herself for much of the morning, spending the time a little out of sorts. The only thing worse than waiting was having to wait alone. To her, few things were more annoying and frustrating than lying around in bed when she wasn’t tired. That was, unless she was engaged in something delightfully naughty.
Her mind then proceeded to imagine all kinds of wicked things as she lay in her hospital bed, waiting between nurse visits and staring at a vapid game show on the television. She fantasized about Luke pushing her back on a bed, his warm hands on her thighs. Spreading her open to him. Then his head dipping down as he tasted her, gently tonguing her clit, spreading her lower lips wider and licking her down along her channel. In this erotic daydream, she’d lift herself enough to tangle her fingers in his short hair, grabbing him as if she needed to hold on to him or she’d break. Shatter into a million pieces. And the things he did to her with his tongue, oh God, driving her to new heights of pleasure…
She was quite wet and hot when Luke finally entered the hospital room pushing a wheelchair for her to leave in.
She took a deep, steadying breath and tried to quench the fire that was racing through her veins. There was no hope of keeping her arousal secret from him. His nostrils flared and his eyes immediately locked on hers, his stare direct and hungry. His gaze grew hotter. She wondered if he were thinking of tearing the sheet off her, ripping away the hospital gown, and fucking her good and hard right there. The first nurse through the door would be scandalized by the sight of a huge, muscular firefighter ravishing one of the patients…and worse, the patient enjoying every single thrust. A wicked grin curved her lips upward.
“I don’t think a wheelchair is necessary,” she said, but her voice came out hoarse. She could hear her own need and desire in it. She glanced at his crotch, couldn’t help it. Her eyes widened a little when she noticed the hard outline of his cock trapped to the left of his fly, quite evident for all to see. It turned her on even more to think that she’d done that to him. The musky scent of her own arousal, fantasizing about him, had hardened his dick right here in public. That power made her a little giddy. Now if he only knew how much he turned her on…
Luke’s voice was also a little rough and uneven. “Maybe the wheelchair isn’t necessary, babe, but I recommend you ride this horse for as long as possible. You got to milk these things for all they are worth. Lay back, enjoy the ride, and let me see to your every need.”
Those last words caused her pussy muscles to clench. They were plain words, on the surface not a wicked one in them, but the way he said it, as if each part of him would be given over to her every desire, that had her nearly dizzy with lust.
“Guess that’s good advice,” she finally managed to reply.
“Besides, I need something to hide this.” He gestured toward where his stiff cock pressed against his blue jeans. She didn’t blush at how bold he was. Instead, that set her heart to racing even faster.
She wanted out of this hospital and into his arms. Right now.
When she was finally dressed and signed out, Luke wheeled her to the front of the hospital where his truck was waiting. He had to growl at a rather bossy nurse that no, he didn’t need help and that he’d take care of her from here on out, thank you very much.
That made her grin. Oh yes, she did indeed want to be taken care of. After all the terror of last night, her body and her inner wolf wanted to reaffirm life and celebrate that she had survived. She wanted to feel safe and to feel needed and more than anything, to feel alive.
They didn’t talk on the way home. The sexual tension sizzled in the air between them. She had a clean bill of health from her doctor. Aside from a bruise or two, she’d suffered only the most minor case of smoke inhalation. Nothing that would stop her from having her wicked way with Luke when they finally made it somewhere private. She smiled to herself and closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of the wind blowing through the truck’s open windows and the sun on her face.
Luke’s place was down a winding driveway at the back of a large spread of farmland. He lived in a barn that had been converted to a house. It was private, surrounded by an overgrown paddock, tall white fences, and young trees. He parked in the shade of a Douglas Maple and looked at her. His gaze was so intense, so filled with desire, that it felt electric, shocking her system into arousal overdrive.
“Stay there,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I want to keep helping you.”
She couldn’t stop herself from fixing him with an amused look and a gentle tease. “I think I can get around on my own. Clean bill of health, remember?”
“You need to save your energy.”
She cocked her head, her heart beating faster. “Why is that?”
“Because you’ll need it. When I carry you inside and give you the fucking of your life.” He raised both eyebrows. “Oh, excuse me. Was that too dirty? I meant for when I carry you inside and make sweet love to you…until you are screaming my name over and over again. Until there is nothing in your mind except the thought of me, and how I make you feel…when I’m giving you the fucking of your life.”
Her pussy flooded at his words. It was all she could do not to grind her thighs together to help alleviate some of her hot, needy ache. She did manage to keep her expression dubious—but it was a near thing. “You can’t out-dirty me, mister. If you try, I’ll get my lips around your cock and you won’t be able to say a word when I prove what a naughty girl I can be. I’ll take your cock deep in my mouth. You’ll be coming in seconds, pouring a hot load down my throat, and you’ll be helpless to hold back.”
He growled at her. For a moment she thought he’d leap on her right there. She would’ve welcomed it—welcomed him with open arms and open legs. Instead he hopped out of the truck, came around to her side and opened the door for her, taking her hand to help her climb out. Before she could step down to the dirt road, he swept her up into his arms. She gasped. The sudden movement left her heart in her throat, and it had been pounding fast enough as it was.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her effortlessly across the yard and up to the white door. He actually supported her full weight with one arm as he dug out his keys, fumbled them into the lock, turned the knob, and kicked the door open. He was a werewolf, but damn, the man was strong. She wasn’t exactly tiny.
He maneuvered her inside without crashing her into the doorjamb. She was grateful for that. So grateful that she leaned up and kissed his neck, then gently nipped at him there, leaving a red mark. Her mark. She wanted him marked in front of his pack and in front of all the world so they’d know he belonged to her.
He didn’t flinch at the bite, but he did lean in and claim her mouth with his, curling her toes with a kiss that rocked her world and left her breathing harder.
“Welcome home,” he said in a surprisingly gentle voice.
Warmth shot through her at his words. She looked around at this place of Luke’s, her curiosity even briefly eclipsing her near-overwhelming desire for him.
His place was all open-concept, having been converted from a barn. A big wooden staircase led
up to a loft bedroom. The kitchen area was on the far side of the house, and a wide living space opened in the center where he had a couch and television. Luke did not hesitate, but set off straight for the stairs leading to the loft.
“This isn’t much of a tour,” she teased, still breathless.
“There’s a kitchen. Bathrooms. A living room. The only thing you need to know right now is where the bedroom is. Because that’s where I’m taking you.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but couldn’t think of anything to say that didn’t add up to some version of take me anywhere you want, but just fucking take me now. So she kept quiet, because she knew Luke had already figured it out, and she was more than content to let him carry her and do whatever he wanted to her, for however long he wanted to do it. They wouldn’t even have to pause to put on a condom since she wasn’t in cycle and werewolves were immune to disease. Their lovemaking would be delightful skin to skin, their love intermingling freely.
He carried her up the stairs to the loft. She held on tight, looking up at him, loving the hard feel of his muscles as he lifted her seemingly without effort. That strength drove her wild, and when combined with his caring and his sense of humor, just about owned her completely. His skin was so warm. Those bunched muscles were like iron; she felt safe and secure in his arms. That was a feeling she’d never thought to experience again after waking up to find someone setting the house on fire. But with Luke, she felt truly, wonderfully safe.
His loft was filled with beautiful dark wood furniture, a heavy bed frame and headboard, and he carried her to the bed without pause. The light was low and restrained. The area was neat, showing the discipline of a man forced to live in a place with strict rules for cleanliness. He set her down on her feet near the bed. She barely had time to catch her breath before he wrapped his strong arms around her and captured her mouth, rocking her back on her heels. She could sense the need in him, her wolf responded instinctually to it, and she wanted him just as badly.
His hands came up her body, caressing her, and everywhere he touched her he left her feeling wonderful. She wrapped her arms around his neck and made sure he kept kissing her, even as his hands cupped her breasts, kneading them softly, and when he skimmed his palm over her very erect nipples she let out a helpless groan. He shifted and began to gently stroke her nipples with the ball of his thumb until she was moaning louder.
She could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her. She began to rub herself against him, knowing that the friction would feel good to him, even through their clothes. Clothes…she wanted out of them, right now. She broke her kiss with him enough to reach for his shirt and drag it out of his pants. He grinned as he helped her yank it over his head, revealing his muscular, perfectly sculpted upper body. She ran her hands along the hard muscles of his pecs, down to his abdominals, loving the tight ridges. She leaned down and licked her tongue across them, but before she could do much more than start, he was reaching for her. Her blouse came up and off, dragged away and off of her.
Luke paused long enough to drink her body in, his need blazing in his eyes. But he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her for long, because he was immediately kissing her again, his hands back on her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples until they ached with pleasure, standing up hard and tight.
She was sopping wet down below, her panties drenched, and that familiar ache of heat throbbing in her core, needing him to fill her. To take her. To fuck her.
“Ah, God,” she gasped, when he dipped his head down to take her nipple in his mouth. He began to flick his tongue across it. She arched, trying to give him as much of her as he could take. He sucked one nipple, alternately teasing her with his tongue and gently biting the tip with his teeth until she was panting hard with pleasure. With his other hand, he stroked her other breast, circling her other nipple with his fingers, keeping her arousal almost unbearable.
He guided her, gently but irresistibly, back onto the bed. She lay back as he leaned over her, kissing her, searing her skin with his lips in hot, delightful kisses all down her body. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the wonderful sensations as he kissed and caressed her. His fingers slipped into the waistband of her pants and he pulled them down and off her. Her eyes were half lidded as she watched him turn his attention to her panties.
“I can scent how turned on you are,” he growled, kissing along her inner thigh, lower, then even lower, kissing his way toward her aching pussy. She wanted his mouth on her, and waiting was like blissful agony.
“Shut up and put your tongue to better use,” she gasped, half an order, half a plea.
His deep laughter accented the amused and intense look in his eyes. He understood exactly who was in control here…and he was going to deliciously torment her with it. His hands slid up her thighs to behind her knees and he pushed her legs upward and farther open, displaying her glistening pussy to him completely. She had to throw her arms wide and dig her fingers into the bedspread when he lowered his head to her pussy lips and licked her slit from top to bottom. His tongue then lingered on her throbbing clit, flicking over it, circling it. Waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Her moans were helpless and wordlessly begging for more. Her eyes were half lidded. His talented tongue had her approaching the crest, but she knew she could draw out the build to her orgasm, decadently taking as much pleasure for herself as she could. It felt too damn good not to revel in it for as long as possible.
But Luke glanced up from between her thighs, meeting her gaze with his smoldering look, and she knew she was in trouble. He stroked her again with his tongue, from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit, his tongue making incredible short thrusts in and out of her as it moved upward, and he moved his head in a gentle rhythm. When he started in on her clit again she was very close to going off. He changed from tonguing her clit to sucking it, making her delirious with pleasure, the muscles in her thighs quivering. When he slipped two fingers into her pussy and curled them upward along her slick chamber, he pressed against her G-spot and she exploded into an orgasm that had her thrashing and gasping with pure bliss.
He mercilessly finger and tongue fucked her as she rode the orgasm. She could do nothing more than thrash and moan, her fingers clutching deep into the bedspread to keep herself steady.
Finally he moved over her and kissed her moans back into her mouth. She could taste her own musky juices from his lips and it turned her on even more. He barely gave her a chance to recover. She could only lay there breathing hard as he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. The clothes were flung casually away, and she finally got another thing she’d wanted—to see him naked again. She knew he was stunning, muscled, powerful, and in peak shape. But that beautiful cock of his, jutting out from his perfect body, caught and held her gaze. The tip already glistened with precum. He’d been turned on by going down on her, but now she was determined that he get the same kind of pleasure that she’d already experienced.
His hard cock pressed against her pussy lips and he sheathed himself deep inside her, slowly driving all the way in. She groaned with pleasure. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. He shifted position, angling her hips, and he thrust again, slow and deep.
“Don’t hold back on me,” she gasped out, grabbing him behind the back of his neck and pulling him into a fierce kiss. When she broke the kiss, she stared straight into his burning eyes. “You fuck me hard.”
He didn’t though—he took a few more slow, deep thrusts, coating his entire shaft with her juices, taking his time, tormenting her, driving her mad with pleasure. Then, when she was about to start begging, he upped his pace. His cock drove into her and he started fucking her fast and hard, his tight ballsack brushing against her lower lips because he thrust into her so deep.
Gabriela thought she wasn’t going to come again after that first incredible orgasm, but she was already climbing the crest again, waves of incredible bliss crashing through her. Her mind was
empty of everything but her ecstasy, how Luke was making her feel, how he owned her body, and how her body loved it.
He pounded her faster and now she was digging her fingers into the bed to give her leverage to drive her hips back against him, working him with her inner muscles as he drew back to thrust into her again. The sensation was almost more than she could take. The feel of his cock thrusting into her was driving her insane. She was climbing steadily toward orgasm. That slow, relentless build toward the pleasure cliff and the final toppling off into bliss. She came hard, bucking wildly against him. She shudder-screamed as she came. Her nails raked him, but that only seemed to spur him to fuck her harder.
He growled her name when he came, all the muscles in his body seeming to tense at once. His hot seed filled her. They both shared that powerful moment of intimate bliss, lost in the pleasure, lost in one another.
They came down from the heights slowly and together. He didn’t say a word. He only held her tight. She closed her eyes.
She was safe. She was loved. She never wanted this moment to end.
* * *
Luke made dinner for her that night, after planning out what he thought might cheer her. Arroz con Pollo, with some ingredients like alcaparrado and culantro that he’d picked up before she’d been released from the hospital. It wasn’t perfect, but he thought he managed to pull off an adequate meal, especially for his first time making it. The chicken wasn’t dry, at least. Gabriela was disproportionately grateful. But as they’d sat together at his small table in the dining room, she became very quiet. She turned to stare out the window overlooking the field of tall grass next to his barn-home.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked softly, reaching over to cover her hand with his. Their dinner almost finished, but he was worried he’d done something wrong. Maybe he’d done a terrible job cooking the dish and she was only trying to be polite.