by Jorja Lovett
“Are you staying the night with me?” A mischievous Caleb abandoned his shyness to slide his hands around her waist.
“I think that might be stretching my brother’s hospitality a tad too far, don’t you?”
His wicked lips making a necklace of kisses around her throat edged her dangerously close to the point of not caring.
“I can be real quiet.” His mouth trailed down to the swell of her cleavage, zapping her every nerve ending with the tip of his tongue.
“I don’t think I can.” Even with this fully clothed contact she struggled to muffle her moans.
“Oh well. No point getting all riled up for nothing, then, is there?” He backed away, taking his marauding lips with him and immediately cooling her fevered skin.
“Bastard!”
A sharp rap on the door prevented her from throwing him on the bed and having her wicked way regardless.
“Mia? You want a lift home?”
She opened the door to Rory, throwing it wide in a ‘see, we aren’t doing anything we shouldn’t’ move. “Sure.”
Not only didn’t she trust herself to keep her hands off Caleb much longer, but she could take a hint from her grouchy older brother. “Are you taking Naomi and Emily too?”
“No. Er, Naomi’s staying overnight.” Rory couldn’t quite meet her eyes and she couldn’t resist teasing him over his obvious crush.
“Oh? Things must be moving very quickly between you two.”
A click of his tongue and the clenched jaw expressed his disapproval at the accusation. “Emily is still asleep. It makes more sense for the two of them to stay here. I’ll be on the sofa, of course.”
“Of course.” Her exaggerated smile made him turn on his heels and walk away.
“I’d better go before he leaves me stranded here.” The sound of the front door slamming was followed by the car revving in the driveway.
“Yeah, cause it would be tragic if you were stuck here all night. With me.” Caleb lifted up the hem of his shirt, revealing inch after inch of taut, tanned skin. That mouthwatering dip of his hip bones into the waistband of his jeans was oh so tempting.
The car horn blared outside to break her from the trance of Caleb’s hypnotic abs. He grinned, his ego obviously expanding as rapidly as his dick at her open appreciation.
Frustration bubbled over. She wanted him so badly it hurt, and he knew it. “You’re an arsehole!”
“Ah, but you love me for it,” Caleb called after her as she walked away.
Yes, I do.
Mia walked to the car in a daze. Shit! Falling for him had never been part of the plan, but the son of a bitch with his big brown eyes and unfailing ability to make her smile had made sure of it. All she could do now was pray that he wouldn’t break her heart.
Caleb could only take so much of the tiptoeing around Rory’s house, trying not to disrupt his routine, or intrude into the possible romance with Naomi. He hid out in his temporary bedroom, but, although he had nothing against the cheery yellow and white décor, his need to break out was all-consuming.
So as not to draw attention, he left via the back door and sprinted into the black woods. He stashed his clothes at the foot of a tree, and, with his human trappings peeled off, gave himself over to his wolf.
Unleashed, he burst through the forest, breathing in the fresh woodland smells he’d recently swapped for paint fumes and domesticity. Onwards he ran, pushing himself to the limit as his breath came in white puffs and his lolling tongue became as dry as sandpaper.
In the distance, his wolf hearing could pick out the trickle of water, and he maintained his breakneck speed until he found the source. A stream gushed down the hillside over rocks and boulders, pooling in ledges perfect for him to drink from.
He lapped the puddles greedily, watching his reflection ripple beneath. A lone wolf stared back, dependent on no one, tied to nothing, yet always thinking about his white wolf mate. How could he mope effectively with her smile permanently stored in his memory for an instant pick-me-up?
When he lifted his head from the pool, he spotted a black wolf looking down on him from the top of the hill. Caleb curled his lip and snarled until the intruder backed out of sight.
It could have been anyone in the community with the same urge as he for a night run, but he spotted it again when he circled the land around his cottage. The coward never came close, always watching from a distance. The skittish creature would scarper every time Caleb snarled or lunged in his direction, but it always came back. Hide and seek never did appeal to Caleb, and he wouldn’t waste his time now chasing some young pup with a death wish.
The closer he got to Mia’s house, the stronger her scent became. He sniffed the air and howled. The beast in him wouldn’t rest without its mate. Apart from the light on the porch, the Blakes’ residence slumbered in darkness. Caleb crept around the perimeter using all his senses to pinpoint Mia’s location in the house, although the girlie pink curtains and the cuddly wolf toy adorning one particular window easily gave her away.
Finding her bedroom one floor up, Caleb adopted his human body to climb the trellis running along the side of the wall.
“Fuck!” On second thoughts, he wouldn’t recommend naked climbing to anyone who wanted to keep their balls intact. He stretched one foot from the trellis over to the window sill, leaving his cock dangling precariously close to the brickwork. Gripping the edge of the window frame, he bridged the gap in one leap. Man, that Romeo guy had taken the easy route to get his girl’s attention.
A light went on in the room at the sound of his soft knock. He prayed it wasn’t Mrs Blake about to get an eyeful. Mia peeked around the curtain before flinging it wide to take in the spectacle.
“Caleb? What the fuck are you doing?” She opened the window and helped him inside. The frown on her face didn’t distract his carnal thoughts from her choice of bed wear.
“I figured fleecy jammies for sure, but, I have to say, I’m far from disappointed.” He ducked his head to try to peer underneath the butt-skimming, dusky pink silk.
“Really? You’re criticising my outfit?” She arched an eyebrow and swept her gaze over his birthday suit.
“Oh, I’m definitely not criticising, baby.” Caleb lifted one of the spaghetti straps with his finger to let it slide off her shoulder and expose one creamy breast. The other strap went next, so the nightie hit the floor and gave him two sweet candies to choose from. The mere sight of her pushed all the events of the day to the back of his mind. Who cared about stray wolves or bricks and mortar when he had this goddess to revere?
He suckled one straining pink tip and rolled the other between his fingers.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Mia feigned indifference to his oral ministrations, but her body told the truth, arching farther into him.
“I fancied a midnight snack.” He nudged her off balance so that she fell onto the bed with a shriek.
“Shh! Your parents will hear us.” With that warning, Caleb crawled in between her parted legs.
“They’re at the other end of the house.” Mia dropped the outrage at his appearance to encourage him.
“Good. We wouldn’t want anything spoiling my appetite.”
Chapter Seven
Caleb disappeared between her thighs and rescued her from another night of frustration in an empty bed. He lapped at her slit and plunged his tongue into her folds. She pulled at the sheets on the bed, clawing to keep control of her own body. But every orbit of her clit made her submit to his oral skills. He raked his fingernails along her inner thighs, whilst sucking the nub of flesh guaranteed to flood her channel with a river of arousal. He drank every drop.
As if one erogenous zone wasn’t enough for him to monopolise, his wayward hand came calling to pinch her nipple and shoot another sharp pain of pleasure straight to her pussy. Like the moon’s influence on the oceans’ tides, Caleb’s every move dictated the ebb and flow of her building climax. Muscle spasms racked her body inside and out, as he p
ushed her ever closer to climax. When it finally claimed her, those same muscles relaxed as satisfaction spilled over her, and him.
Caleb re-emerged smiling and sporting a hard-on of epic proportions. “I really wanted to come with you then.”
“Who’s stopping you?” Now that she’d enjoyed herself almost until unconsciousness, she saw no reason he couldn’t do the same.
Mia gripped his face in her hands and pulled him up eye level with her. “Your turn.”
A shimmy down the bed and she took his staff in her hand, wrapping her lips around the engorged head. Caleb’s gasp and the tremble rippling through his body spurred her on to take him deeper into her throat.
She pumped him as she sucked, working her fingers and mouth in tandem to bring the first taste of his salty essence to her tongue. Caleb grabbed at her breasts with a desperation she knew would leave her with bruises. She slipped his cock from between her lips and lodged him between her cleavage.
With as much gusto as if he was inside her, Caleb thrust and Mia rewarded him with a flick of her tongue over the crown of his penis.
“Fuck! Mia!”
Enclosed in the fleshy valley of her breasts, he finally lost his cool. Mia watched as base need governed his actions, securing his hold on her bosom to stay tightly sheathed within. The unforgiving grip and friction against her delicate skin were worth it to see that expression of unadulterated lust painted on his face. With one last groan, he took himself in hand and shot hot cum to jewel her neck.
When his orgasm subsided and they clung together in the sticky aftermath, Caleb peered at the mess frosting her skin. “Now what?”
“Now, we shower. Well, there are some perks to having rich parents.” A personal bathroom was one of them.
She led him to the cubicle and turned on the water. Once inside, Caleb took the shower head and waved it across her breasts, washing away all evidence of his climax. Mia copied the action, watching the water sluice over his cut-glass pecs.
A squirt of strawberries and cream shower gel coated her breasts in more goo, which Caleb dutifully rubbed in. With the shower head returned to its rightful place, she stood back under the stream of water to wash away the suds. He slicked his hands over her body, paying particular care to her nether regions. Her legs trembled as he dipped his fingers in and out, creating a void that she desperately needed filled.
Caleb’s erection stood proud and tall in the wake of his handiwork, but he refused her silent plea to join their bodies together. Instead, he withdrew from her altogether and unhooked the shower head once again. She waited with hitched breath as he turned up the temperature dial.
“Open your legs.”
She did as he commanded, regardless that her first instinct was to close them. He won’t hurt you. The upturned shower head spurted fountains of water between her legs.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t want my lady bits steam cleaned thanks.”
“Trust me.”
She relaxed as much as she could with the hot implement getting closer to her delicate parts. It brushed against her pussy lips, the moreish sensation of the hot water stinging her swollen folds. The heat definitely added a new dimension to her arousal. Suddenly she understood that connection between hot candle wax and sex that appealed to so many in the erotic novels she’d read in secret.
Once upon a time she wouldn’t have dared to voice an opinion on what she did or didn’t want in the bedroom. Maybe before Caleb had come along she hadn’t even known what that had been, but now, with him as her mentor, everything had become clear.
“Caleb, you’d better fuck me right now or I’ll kick your arse.” She surprised herself by the sexually assertive woman she'd turned into. He’d created a monster.
His chuckle didn’t bode well. Neither did the sound of him shutting off the water. “Here’s a novel idea. Why don’t we actually take this to the bed for a change?”
He took Mia by the hand and led her through to the bedroom. Caleb wanted to show her he had more to offer than a quick bang against a bookcase, or a knee-shattering romp on a hard floor. After their somewhat explosive foreplay earlier, he figured they could take a bit more time and make this more than just getting their rocks off—as pleasant as that had been up until now.
Mia stretched out onto the covers and waited for him, a wet dream in every sense. Yet there was something almost virginal about her beautifully naked body fresh from the shower. Lying on a bed of pink and white flowers, her hair spread upon the pillow in a golden halo like Botticelli’s Venus, he was afraid to defile her. Until she spoke.
“Are you going to get your butt over here, or am I going to have to take care of myself?” The mischievous tone of her voice prompted him to join her and follow his lady’s request.
In keeping with her playful mood, Caleb pounced onto the bed, growling as he trapped her between his arms. “What’s your hurry? We’ve got all night.”
Those big blue eyes looking up, so full of trust, knocked him for six. His resolve wavered momentarily as he dipped his head to kiss her mouth. That simple indulgence was enough to hook him again, so every touch of her skin felt like the first time.
Their lips fitted together in perfect sync, matching each other’s need in passionate, relentless pressure. Mia’s tongue tangled with his, as he lowered himself onto the bed to take her in his arms. Caleb couldn’t get enough of her, sweeping his hands down her slender back to cup her buttocks, while his lips never strayed from hers.
“The condoms are in the drawer,” Mia mumbled against his mouth. He reached across to rummage in the bedside cabinet, trying not to break contact with her. Once he’d dressed for the occasion, he slipped inside Mia with ease. Lying side by side, they moved slowly, their unhurried lovemaking a revelation for them both.
Mia held him in place, drawing both legs up around his waist to give him unlimited access to plunder her sex. He kissed her neck as she clung to him, her gasps warming his skin as they rocked together. As she verbalised her increasing excitement, she also strengthened their bond. The sensation of her inner muscles squeezing around his girth sent him scaling those heady heights before he was ready.
He grabbed hold of her, attempting to stem the intensity of their connection, but the feel of her hips thrusting with such wild abandon was too gratifying to tame. They worked in unison, bodies rising and falling as they climbed the crest of ecstasy. Mia bit down on his shoulder when she climaxed, the cream of her orgasm gushing around him. The unexpected primitive act shattered Caleb’s restraint and he came so hard and fast that it left him dizzy.
Something changed for him as he poured everything he had into her. This was more than getting sweaty with a gorgeous girl. He needed her. Looking back now, he’d spent his whole life searching for the peace only she brought him. Mia soothed that rage in his soul that he’d thought could never be extinguished. As he held her in his arms, Caleb knew she was the one. His only.
“You have to go.” Mia popped his bubble with the prick of reality. “Mum and Dad can’t find you here, and Rory will wonder where you are.”
“Give me five minutes. You really took it out of me, you know. Who would have thought you were a biter?” He burrowed under the covers with her, unwilling to face the outside world and the judgement that came with it. If it meant he could stay here with her he would take the consequences of outstaying his welcome.
“Excuse me? You were the one who turned up bollock naked and hornier than a horned, horny thing from Horny Town. You should be thanking me for easing your suffering. As for the biting, well, it was better than screaming the house down.” She grinned and plucked his nipple to a bullet point. The tweak she gave it restarted his Mia addiction and trampled over any thoughts of sleep.
“In that case, let me thank you properly.” He grabbed her hand and rolled her onto her back, silencing her faux protest with a kiss.
Circumstances beyond his control meant that a future together wasn’t an option, but while he had her exactly whe
re he wanted her, Caleb was determined to make it last. For however long they had together.
* * * *
Having fallen asleep soon after their last bout of naked wrestling, Caleb barely made it out of the house before Mia’s parents rose. His clothes were damp with morning dew when he retrieved them, but he wore them nonetheless in case he should run into Rory.
Maybe that, or his all night exertions, was the cause of his current discomfort. His skin clammy, his stomach rolling, and his limbs aching, he collapsed into bed as darkness captured him.
“Caleb? Caleb?” Some time later, Mia’s frantic voice peered under the heavy veil pinning him down. Too tired to let the outside world in, he turned over and sank back into unconsciousness.
He snuggled into the pillow and let pictures of Mia brighten his darkness.
The black wolf lurked in the recess of his mind, waiting to attack. She smiled and laughed, dancing on the porch. The sound of claws tapping on the wooden walkway approached from behind her. The wolf pounced. Mia screamed.
“No!” Caleb sprang up, perspiration soaking his skin.
“Are you okay?” Mia placed her hand on his forehead.
“You’re here? You’re safe?” It took a moment for his scrambled thoughts to untangle into some semblance of sense.
“I’m fine. It’s you I’m worried about.” Mia pressed a cold flannel against his burning cheeks.
“Me?” The room started to spin, and, content she was safe, Caleb slumped back onto the bed.
“You’re sick.”
“It’s been said…” He closed his eyes and simply enjoyed her company.
“No. I mean really sick. I think you’ve come down with whatever Emily has.”
Snatches of muted conversations replayed in his head, memories drifting back to haunt him like the morning after a heavy drinking session. “Who was here?”
“Naomi found you when you didn’t come down for breakfast. Rory wasn’t in a fit state to help either, so she called me. The doctor says it’s a virus. It took some persuading on our part that your temperature didn’t warrant a hospital stay without revealing the whole ‘wolves run hot’ deal, I can tell you. But he agreed to let you stay put providing you get lots of rest and drink plenty of fluids.” She reached over to the bedside table to pour him a glass of water, which he accepted with shaking hands. All the after-effects of a hangover without a drop of alcohol crossing his lips.