“Thanks, man.” Castle watched her open the lid. “Well?”
Sitting in the middle of her plate was a juicy burger surrounded by french fries. “In and Out?”
“My baby wants a burger, she gets a burger.”
Yes, she believed in werewolves.
* * * * *
Castle had not ordered jewelry for a reason. The long column of Harlow’s neck, the swell of breasts peeking from the dress, the whole picture had him so randy, he could barely breathe. Didn’t help the air was rife with her aroma of womanhood. They’d stopped at the club adjacent to the restaurant and Cass enjoyed watching men ogle her. Harlow was goddamn hot.
Asking her to dance had been a bad idea because every time someone jostled them on the floor, their bodies came closer together, making it impossible for Cass to resist his urge to have her. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispered.
“I’m ready.”
“I can smell that, babe.”
“Your sense of smell is going to drive me nuts.”
Castle grunted. “You should be in my skin.”
Damn if she didn’t lean into him and lick his chest. “How would you like to get under my skin?”
“Christ, come on.” He roughly escorted her from the club. By the time they reached the elevator, Cass’s dick tented the front of his slacks. So much for control. Grabbing her hand, he pressed it to the bulge. “Feel what you’ve done to me.” The doors slid shut and he stepped into the corner opposite her. “Take off your panties.” Harlow shimmied the dress up far enough to be able to reach under and draw the tiny thong off. “Smell it.”
She touched the material to her nose and breathed deeply. “You.”
“Yeah, babe, me.” Harlow moved toward him. “Stop,” he said.
“Cass?”
“Elevators are cliché, honey.” He eyed the buttons on the panel. “Pick a number.”
Her eyes were alight with excitement. “Twenty-one.”
Castle pushed the button. As the car whirred upward, he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. Masturbating, he asked, “You want me?”
She threw her panties at him before reaching beneath her dress. The sounds she made as she played in her pussy urged drops of precum from the slit of his penis, and when she carried damp fingers to her mouth, Cass groaned.
The elevator doors opened. “You want me?” Harlow calmly removed her shoes, and stepping close to him, she stood on tiptoes and bit his lip. “Then catch me.” She bolted through the opening and around the corner.
“Bitch!”
By the time he closed his pants and caught up to her, she had put her shoes back on and she leaned against a windowsill looking out over the city. She smiled. “Nice view.”
“Take your dress off.”
“Here?”
“Take. It. Off.” She felt for the zipper beneath her arm and opened it, letting the dress fall to her feet. He picked it up and deposited it on the sill. Harlow stood in front of him wearing only a pair of black heels. “Turn around.” He eased behind her and stretched her arms up, placing her hands on the glass. “Don’t move.” Castle stooped down and ran his finger up one calf and then the other. “Nice.” He licked from behind her knee to the top of her thigh. By the time he reached the other side, Harlow’s body trembled. “Let me see my pussy.” She spun and spread her legs wide. “Christ, you smell good.” Castle shoved fingers into her and finger fucked her until her knees buckled.
“Cass, please.”
Hearing laughter behind them in the hallway, he rose, pulled her hands between them, and covered her body with his. “What if they don’t go into a room?”
“They can watch. I don’t care, just fuck me.”
“Take my cock out and stroke it, Harlow.” She unzipped his pants and her fingers, cool from the glass, tugged his shaft free. “Shit!” He drove his hips forward and when she fisted her hand around him, Cass thought he would lose it. He heard a door open and bang shut. “I’m going to fuck you so good.”
He removed her hand, bent his knees, and then he jammed his dick up and into her cunt.
“Unnhhh, yessss,” Harlow hissed, burying her hands in his hair.
Up, down, Castle flexed his knees, driving in and out of her pussy. Grasping her bare ass with both hands, he held her still so he could go as deep as he wanted. Each time he slammed in, Harlow grunted from the force. “Can you take it?”
Fisting strands of hair, she yanked his head down and kissed him hard. Their tongues found a rhythm of their own as they tangled and reached into new places. Harlow let him go. “Don’t stop, damn you, don’t stop.”
Cass never missed a single stroke. Repeatedly, he thrust in, out, taking more each time. “So fucking good, baby.” It felt as if his cock grew larger each time he plunged into her vagina. Feeling her muscles clench around his thickness took its toll. “I want to come.”
“Do it, give me what’s mine.”
Mine. Castle hadn’t heard that word from Harlow before. He was hers. He knew fingerprints would be left on her ass cheeks but he didn’t care. His dick throbbed, his balls ached for release, and he banged her pussy relentlessly, taking everything. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
“Now,” she cried. “Oh, ahh, God, I’m coming, Cass.”
His stomach knotted as his orgasm raged through him as if it were lava spewed from a volcano. It pounded through his length and jetted into her vagina with a force that shocked him. “Harlow, oh goddamn, baby.” Semen ejaculated endlessly into her cunt, and when it stopped, he was breathless. “Damn.” He fell against her, glad the sill was there to catch them both.
When Castle was able to move, he grabbed her dress and pulled it over her head. “You okay?’
Harlow leaned into him and whispered, “Always with you.”
Castle didn’t bother with her zipper. He lifted Harlow into his arms and carried her to the elevator. Kissing her forehead, he asked, “What time would you like your eggs and bacon?”
Chapter Eight
Castle stood in his office at The Moat. “I’ll wait to hear from you about signing the papers. Thanks, Jeremiah.” He ended the call, rested his hip on the desk and looked at Hatch. “I’m joining Harlow for a drink and I’m going to tell her. Want to come?”
“Sure, I might as well watch you crash and burn,” Hatch said.
“What’s that mean?”
“You’ll need someone to sweep up the ashes.”
“I need her at my side.”
“She’s not a wolf; she can’t run with you.” Hatch glared at Cass, stood and walked to the door. “She’ll never be that kind of mate, and Harlow won’t sit around waiting for you.”
“She won’t have to.” He glared at his second. “Damn it, Hatch, stop worrying that I’m going somewhere. I’m staying.”
“For how long?”
“In the past I wanted to get away but I can spend as much time as I want in California. My companies are in qualified hands.” He pushed hair from his neck. “There may be quick jaunts, nothing lengthy.”
“She’s human and they live differently. Hell, she likes working.”
His friend was right. Still, Castle had to have it the way he wanted it or…or what? If she didn’t conform to his lifestyle, what would happen then? If she left, how far off the deep end would he go before she realized she couldn’t be without him and returned? Christ, he still hadn’t divulged the information about their blood tie. “I need to get the fuck out of here.” His voice had grown gravelly. Castle had told Harlow he wouldn’t try to own her, yet he had done exactly that.
Brigadier now owned Overnight Success—and a small part of Harlow’s life.
Pushing it from his mind, he gazed at Hatch and wished things could have been different for him. Often, he wondered how the man lived without the she-wolf he loved at his side. Sometimes the beta had a way of knowing what he thought.
“I miss her like hell and you can’t live with it as I have.”
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p; Not wanting to ponder Hatch’s statement, Cass ignored it. “Those bastards have to pass through here on their way back to Canada and I will kill that piece of shit.” A snarl noisily snaked from his throat. “She belongs to you.”
Hatch shrugged. “Fia needs an alpha.”
Castle ruminated on what Jeremiah had said in LA. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to live without shifting?”
“No. It’s another reason I like being a beta.”
“I thought I had learned to stand with a foot on both sides damn well.”
“You have, Cass.”
“Then why do I feel like both worlds are about to collide?”
* * * * *
Harlow hadn’t seen Castle since Los Angeles. He dropped her off Sunday night and left immediately to tend to some pack business. Monday she worked late and arrived home to find an overnight box holding her outfit from their brief trip. She soaked in a tub of hot water and went to bed early. God, their weekend together had been perfect and she couldn’t wait to see Castle.
Harlow sensed his arrival so there was no need to turn when she heard the collective feminine sigh circle the bar she frequented with a crowd from work. Slowly spinning on her stool, she smiled. She had seen him dressed up only one other time and this was just as good. Castle Briggs stood inside the door gazing at her, his hands in the pockets of a gray suit that fit flawlessly across broad shoulders and hugged narrow hips perfectly. Beneath the jacket, he wore a pristine shirt that matched the blue in his eyes. Buttons left undone revealed a smattering of black hair and the five o’clock shadow covering his square jaw gave him a dark, menacing look that managed to ooze sex appeal. Lord, the man was scrumptious. All eyes followed his stride across the room to stand in front of Harlow.
Castle leaned down and kissed her before whispering, “Will your eyes eat me up like that later?”
She noticed a group of women flock to Hatch after she claimed Castle’s attention. “Even more.” The bashful woman who had stood naked between Castle’s thighs not that long ago was slowly disappearing. Taking her place was someone schooled by a master on how to appreciate her needs, how to trust, and how to take what she wanted. Her mother would be proud. Harlow smiled at thinking of Cass as a master. Would he feel the slight vibration on her breasts? She wanted to surprise him tonight, and from the squint of blue and yellow-flecked eyes, she had.
“Electric nipple clamps.” His tongue swept her ear before he straightened. “Let’s move to the end of the bar.” There were two stools, one near the wall was empty and the guy on the other seat quickly vacated it at Cass’s suggestion. “A little more private.”
Taking the empty spot, Harlow said, “I don’t know how long I can take seeing you like this.”
“Like what?”
“The suit. Castle, you’re beautiful.”
His laughter filled the air. “Beautiful?”
“Handsome, hot, gorgeous, and yes, beautiful.”
“You’ve seen me suited up before.” He pulled her and the stool closer. “Touch my dick.”
“Castle!” A quick glimpse around assured her no one watched. A few feet away the bartender waited on a customer. She’d noticed earlier tonight that he had garnered a lot of female attention. Late twenties, tall with an athletic body, he had dark styled hair and he was very good-looking.
“Do it, Harlow.”
Noting the stern sound of Cass’s voice, she brushed her fingers over his penis and enjoyed feeling it jerk. Unable to resist, she gave it a firm squeeze. “You’re not wearing underwear.” She grinned mischievously. “I’d hate to see a wet spot ruin your suit.”
The man behind the bar picked that moment to check if they wanted anything. Castle asked him to wait a minute. Leaning, he said to Harli, “Take my cock out.”
“Cass, what…”
“Unzip my pants and take my dick out.”
Her cheeks grew hot when she peered from beneath her lashes at the server, who evidently had heard Castle. Doing as he asked, in no time at all Harlow held his thick shaft and stroked it. Palming the tip, she groaned at the amount of moisture gathered there. “God!” Harlow worked the skin up and down, forgetting anyone else was in the place until she heard Castle ask which way the restrooms were. He grabbed a few napkins from the counter and wiped his cock.
The handsome man appeared rooted to the spot as he stuttered, “Umm, be-behind you, left down the hallway.” He ran a hand through his hair.
Castle ignored him while fastening his slacks. “Come with me.” He grabbed her wrist.
She slipped from the stool and followed. “What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want.” He opened the door to the men’s room and yanked her into the space holding two urinals and a chair. “Tonight I want you to enjoy something new.” Turning the corner, she noticed a double sink and two stalls. Leaning against the counter, he pulled his zipper back down. “Wouldn’t want to embarrass you with a wet spot on my pants.” After unbuttoning her shirt far enough to see her nipples pinched in her electric clamps, he grabbed the controller then pushed her down until her mouth was level with his bobbing cock. “Suck my dick.” He pushed the switch, causing Harlow to arch backward. “Suck it.”
“I…I…”
“Either you suck my cock or I rip off your skirt and underwear, fuck your ass right here and leave.”
Harlow dropped to her knees and swiped her tongue across the thick head of his penis. Slick drops of cum pulsed into her mouth and made her moan. “Mmm.”
“I knew you’d like it. More, you can take more.”
Just as she took his length down her throat, she heard the door open. Her heartbeat quickened at the idea of someone watching. She peeped up to see the bartender.
Castle grunted. “You enjoyed seeing her play with my dick at the bar.”
“Uhh…”
“You followed hoping for something like this.” He sent an electric shock through her with the nipple clamps. “You want some of this, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“My rules, understand?” He thumbed the controller longer this time and she gasped.
“You sure?” The man already groped his cock through the material of his slacks.
Cass ran a thumb down her cheek. “Am I sure, darlin’?”
Her head bobbed up and down. Harlow had dreamed about this.
“We’re sure. Push the chair under the door knob and come back.”
Harlow heard the scrape of legs as the man did as directed. She dug fingernails into Cass’s thighs as she wondered what he planned.
Cass let the controller fall into her blouse and said, “Yeah, make me feel.” The man turned the corner and stood watching until Cass spoke again. “Take your dick out.” He unzipped his jeans and didn’t have to reach in. His hard-on sprang into view just as Harlow constricted her throat around the tip of Castle’s penis. “Aww shit, that was sweet.” Tweaking her nipples one after the other, Castle told her, “Touch him, honey, it’s okay.”
She reached for the man’s prick, and when she tightened her fingers around it, she took all of Cass’s cock into her throat. She would not have expected an alpha wolf could stand seeing her handle another man. No sooner had she thought it, he said, “With me, you can touch any man.” He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her from his shaft. “None will know these.” His fingertips swept her lips. “None will ever enter or taste my sweet, tight pussy.” He fisted his cock and thrust the tip through her lips again. He rocked back and forth in her mouth while he used one hand to knead his balls. “Make him come.” He moved to give the man room beside him. “Do it.”
The man settled his hips on the sink and grunted as she began to stroke his length. Up, down, she forced the skin slowly. His cock was thick with a broad head, but nowhere near as large as Castle’s. She gazed into Cass’s eyes, watched him as he watched her work the man to a frenzy with her fist. Again and again, she moved her fingers back and forth, sometimes grasping and squeezing the stranger�
�s nuts.
Using his grip on her hair, Cass applied pressure each time he jammed into her mouth. “Yeah, look at him; look at what you do to a man.”
The bartender’s lips remained parted and his ragged breaths filled the bathroom. His eyes were riveted to her mouth slipping up and down Cass’s penis. “Shit, oh shit, looks so fucking good, man.” He jutted his hips back and forth, sending his shaft through her fingers.
“She knows how to suck cock.” Cass stopped ministering his nut sac and covered her hand on the man’s dick with his. “Faster, harder, baby, pain can be wonderful.” She peered up to see him look at the man. “Am I right?”
“Yeah, oh-oh yeah, don’t stop.” Breath hitched in his throat. “I…damn…I’m close, Jesus, faster.”
Each time she swallowed Cass’s shaft, she pushed taut skin down the stranger’s prick. When she pulled back, her hand followed the motion as if it were an extension of her mouth.
“Christ, you like having someone watch my cock slide down your throat.”
Harlow moaned and the vibration around Castle’s thickness caused him to feed more dick through her lips and, with Cass’s help, she tightened fingers around the penis in her hand and worked back and forth even quicker.
“Oww, ahh damn, damn, yesss!” The stranger hissed before sending a rope of semen into the air, narrowly missing her arm. “Fuck, that was beautiful.”
Castle pulled paper towels from the dispenser and shoved them at the young man. “You’re done.” The man cleaned himself, closed his pants and seemed unsure what to do. “Go, and when we come out, don’t even look at her.” When he didn’t answer, Cass said, “If you do, I’ll break your goddamn fingers and you won’t be able to jerk off for weeks. Now get the fuck out.”
After the door closed, he pulled Harlow up into his arms and kissed her long, hard, sending his tongue deep into the recess of her mouth where it tangled with hers. Releasing Harlow, he looked at his cock then at her and smiled. “Make me come just like you did him.”
She gripped his cock, worked the skin back and forth hard and fast. She could tell he barely hung on. Harlow grasped his balls in one hand and massaged them until he rocked on his feet. His eyes were dark, stormy and full of desire as he rubbed her pebbled nipples with his palms. All she could think about was giving him release, making him come. “I…I want… Oh, Cass, come for me.”
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