Kamikaze (Last Call #1)

by Rogers, Moira

  “Oh.” She stretched her arms over head, ignoring the unhooked bra that still clung to her breasts, trapped by her T-shirt. She felt too good, too sated, to worry about anything except for the man who had given her relief. “What do you do?”

  Connor leaned over her and guided her shirt up, his hands brushing her breasts. “I designed the security system here. The non-magical one.”

  An entirely different sort of interest sparked through her, this one entirely prompted by the woman instead of the wolf. “That’s really fucking hot.”

  He laughed and yanked her shirt off. “Yeah? You really are a geek, then.” Her T-shirt hit the floor, followed by her bra. He inclined his head and grinned mischievously. “Want to cuddle, baby?”

  “Can we grope each other while we do it?” The fire might be banked, but she craved the feeling of his hands on her body so much it hurt.

  “I was trying to use a delicate euphemism,” he informed her as he stretched out beside her. “I mean to fuck you again. Slower this time, though.”

  “Not feeling very delicate at the moment.” She lifted a hand and smoothed it across his chest with a soft noise of satisfaction. “Not sure I know what slow means, either. I made it all worse by ignoring it and then trying to take care of it myself, didn’t I?”

  “Yeah.” He bent his head and circled his tongue around her nipple. “You pissed her off.”

  Zoe shivered and pushed up against his mouth, trying to get his tongue directly on the achingly sensitive nipple. “Someone needs to write a user manual for this shit. I mean, I probably wouldn’t read it… but at least it’d be there so I could look stuff up in the index.”

  “There you go.” He bit her nipple. “Nobody ever reads instructions. That’s why werewolves don’t have any.”

  She hissed in a breath and then lunged, knocking into him and shoving him over onto his back. “So tell me what to do.”

  He just grinned, his dark eyes glittering. “What do you want to do?”

  “Hell if I know.” She slid a leg over his waist and pushed herself upright, her hands braced against his chest as she straddled his stomach. “I haven’t even been a werewolf two years yet. What am I supposed to want to do?”

  Connor reached up and covered one of her breasts with his hand, squeezing her nipple. “It’s all about instinct, Zoe. There’s no ‘supposed to’ about it.”

  Her instincts told her to snap at him until he broke, until he tossed her down on the bed and took her again. She had only vague memories of the last time she’d gone through this, mostly hazy recollections of being bound and writhing in pleasure as John used every trick he knew -- and an impressive collection of sex toys -- to bring her through it.

  She shivered and dug her fingernails into Connor’s chest. The need inside her twisted, became a dull, empty ache as she whimpered and rocked against his stomach. “My instincts don’t want to be in charge right now.”

  He grinned again and dragged his fingers down her body, tickling over her belly. “Then why’d you flip me over and pin me down?”

  The answer came without thought. “To see if I could.”

  Connor laughed and moved. Her back hit the bed, and he pinned both wrists above her head. “I let you.”

  Arousal burned through her, fast and out of control as she struggled against his grip. The wolf howled satisfaction when his fingers tightened and held her still. “Like it -- like it better when -- when you don’t --” Her panting breaths made speech impossible, and she gave up and arched her head back in silent submission.

  He laved her skin with his tongue as he pushed her legs apart and nudged his hard cock against her. He finally -- finally -- bit down on her throat with enough force to mark her skin. Before she could do more than register the faint, fleeting pain, he entered her with a long, quick thrust.

  “Fuck!” At least there was one word left she could say. Zoe closed her eyes and moaned satisfaction and approval. “Fuck me, fuck me -- please --”

  He hesitated, then let go of her wrist and reached down to push her legs higher on his body. “How?”

  She whimpered. “Don’t know -- don’t --” Desire clawed at her until she tightened her legs on his hips and turned her head to bite his arm. Hard.

  Connor hissed in a breath, then snapped his hips against hers with a growl. “That hurt.”

  “Yeah?” She lifted her free hand and raked her nails down his back. “Then stop me.”

  “Sure.” He stilled, his cock buried deep inside her.

  She whimpered again and tried to force him to move. He growled again and flexed his hips just a bit.

  It should have driven her wild, frustrated her to the point of pain. Instead the wolf rumbled her satisfaction at the evidence of strength, of dominance. She panted and clung to his shoulder as she closed her eyes. “How do you know? How do you know what I need?”

  “What you need is what I need, only in reverse.” He murmured the hoarse words into the curve of her neck. “That’s instinct. Wouldn’t work any other way.”

  It didn’t seem right for some reason, but she couldn’t figure out why. Not with his body pressing hers into the bed and his cock rubbing against some hungry spot inside her with every tiny flex of his hips. She buried her face in his neck and inhaled his scent, strong and masculine and free of overbearing cologne. Woman and wolf both agreed he smelled as perfect as he felt.

  His teeth closed on her skin again, and he moved a little more with each rock of his hips. “What did you do last time?” he asked breathlessly. “How did you make it?”

  “He -- he tied me down and --” She shuddered and hissed in a breath when he shifted the angle of his hips just enough to bump his cock against her G-spot again. She forgot what she was saying, forgot everything but the tightening in her limbs that meant orgasm was close.

  He stopped again. “Tied you down and…?”

  Zoe snarled and bucked her hips up, frantic with need. “Tied me down and fucked me, and not just with his cock.”

  He groaned and resumed his leisurely pace, though his shoulders were rigid and trembling. “What else did he fuck you with?”

  “Fingers.” She groaned and tried to meet his thrusts. “Tongue. Vibrators.”

  Connor laughed, a low, feral sound. “You should have said so. I can do all those things.”

  The thought was so intoxicating it sent her tumbling over the edge. She dug her heels into his back and screamed until her throat felt hoarse, screamed as pleasure shook through her with perfect, primal intensity.

  He rode out her convulsions, then slipped away from her with a groan. He reached down and stroked her, his thumb barely brushing her clit. His still-erect cock pulsed against her thigh. “Want to see what they stocked the room with?”

  It didn’t seem fair that she could be trembling in the aftermath of climax and already hungry for him again. She rolled onto her stomach and arched her back a little, half hoping he’d forget about the cabinet and thrust into her again. “I want whatever you can give me.”

  “You’re a greedy bitch.” He laughed and bit the soft swell of her hip where it curved into her ass. “If you hadn’t fought her so hard, she’d already be napping.”

  It was a mistake she wasn’t planning on making again. She rocked back and struggled against a frustrated growl. “So tire her out. Tire me out.”

  He trailed his fingers slowly down her back, skating over her ass, finally sliding down to her cunt. He caressed her gently, then pushed two of his fingers inside. “Like I said… greedy.”

  “Fuck --” She clenched around his fingers and whimpered when he shifted them. “You didn’t come, why aren’t you in me still --”

  He bent over her, licking tiny spots of wet heat across her back. “Because I know how to pace myself.” He pulled his hand away, then thrust back in, this time with three fingers.

  Zoe groaned and rocked back again, harder this time. The wolf was already in love, if only because she was finally getting what she wanted, what sh
e needed. The woman had been more hesitant to give herself so completely to a stranger, but now…

  As she squirmed under his perfect touches and whimpered, Zoe found herself thankful they hadn’t spent time on polite talk about their careers or their interests. The wolf was already in love. If Connor had had the chance to prove himself intelligent and entertaining, the woman would be, too.

  Connor gritted his teeth and rested his forehead against the back of Zoe’s shoulder. All he wanted was to be inside her, to slake his lust in the wetness of her pussy. But the wolf inside her had gone too long without a mate, and he needed to keep his head -- and his hard-on -- if he wanted to keep up with her.

  She whimpered again, and he murmured against her skin. “Tell me.”

  “Need you --” She arched her body, rubbing her back against his chest as if trying to cover herself in his scent. “Please, please --”

  Jesus Christ. “You want me again?”

  “You feel so good…” She twisted her head back until her lips found the line of his jaw. “You taste good. You smell good.” Her teeth scraped against his chin and she moaned. “I want to be yours.”

  He kissed her, hard, then dropped to the bed beside her. “Then take me.”

  She crawled over him, but she didn’t sink onto his cock. Instead she straddled his stomach and braced her hands on either side of his head. Her tousled hair fell around them in a curtain that smelled of her sweat and vaguely of strawberry shampoo. “Can I kiss you?”

  He rose up on his elbows, his eyes on her luscious, unpainted lips. “I think I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

  The nervous sexual energy around her hadn’t diminished, but she kissed him with a shy sweetness that was completely at odds with the rest of her body language. Her hips ground against his stomach and her ass bumped against his cock with every rocking movement, but her lips moved slowly over his, her tongue sneaking out to touch his only hesitantly.

  Connor raised his hand to her jaw and urged her mouth open. She jerked a little when he wound his tongue around hers, then relaxed against him with a soft moan. An unexpected thrill of desire shot through him, and he groaned. Her soft kiss was more arousing than finger-fucking her had been. He thrust up, rubbing his shaft in the valley between her ass cheeks.

  Her moans gave way to soft, choked little whimpers deep in her throat. She bit his lower lip and pulled back a little, eyes glazed and breathing heavy. “I’m not very good at this stuff. Don’t have that much practice. Only had one steady boyfriend before.”

  He found that beyond hard to believe. “Doesn’t take a boyfriend, baby.”

  “Never picked up a stranger in a bar before.” Her teeth scraped against his jaw, then lower as she licked along his throat. “Though if I’d known it could go this well, I might have.”

  He held back his growl. He had no claim on her beyond this bed, this night. “We’re not done yet.”

  She did growl, soft and low, and then he felt her teeth on his neck, closing over the pulse in his throat. Connor arched up, his erection twitching, then grasped her hips and lifted her enough to position himself against her pussy.

  “C-Connor --” He loved the sound of his name on her lips, breathless and needy. Her wide blue eyes drifted shut as she fisted her hands in the blankets on either side of his head and struggled against his grip with a soft snarl. “Mine.”

  He held her tight. “For tonight,” he agreed roughly, then pulled her down, impaling her on his cock.

  She jerked upright, arching her back so sharply that her palms landed on his thighs. Her head fell back and her long, wild hair tickled at his legs as she stayed like that, bent back with her body on display and her pussy clenched tight around his cock.

  He saw the muscles of her throat work as she swallowed, and her fingers tightened on his legs. “I can’t move,” she whispered in a tight, hoarse voice. “If I move, I’ll come. It’ll be over.”

  “No, it won’t.” Connor slid his thumb into his mouth, then reached down and flicked her clit, arching up into her at the same time.

  She made a choked noise that sounded like his name and came, her inner muscles tightening around him in long, hard spasms.

  Connor wanted to wait, to bring her to that precipice again and again, but he’d denied himself too long already. His fingers clenched on her hips in a bruising grip, and he nearly howled as another orgasm swept him away.

  His body still shook with the aftermath of pleasure when he felt her slump forward. He caught her in time to keep her forehead from smashing into his chin, but she had turned boneless, limp.

  He knew the feeling. He grinned and yawned, rubbing her back. “Zoe, I hope you don’t mind if I pass out now.” She didn’t answer. “I’ll take that as a no.”

  A tiny muffled noise left her as she shifted and tucked her cheek against his chest. Her hair slid down over his neck as she relaxed against him. “Hold me?”

  He rolled over on his side and pulled her close to his chest. “Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere.”

  The wolf woke her.

  For a moment Zoe felt disoriented, unsure how she’d come to be curled in decadently expensive sheets with a very strong, very male body curled around her. Their scents were so entwined she could barely separate them, something that pleased the wolf immensely.

  She had no idea what time it was. The room held no windows, and the small clock on the bedside table was turned away -- deliberately, she imagined. The longer she stayed, after all, the more money they made.

  She stretched slowly, ignoring the desire uncurling inside her. It was weak compared to the frantic need of last night, a gentle longing instead of a desperate ache.

  The fact that it had faded at all surprised her. John had struggled to satisfy her hunger last time, but his creativity and stamina had worn thin by the end of the second day. Considering how much worse it had been this time, she’d expected it to take days for the wolf to grow satisfied.

  Her stomach rumbled, and desire took a back seat to another need. She tried to wiggle away, but Connor’s arms tightened slightly, and she froze, torn between conflicting hungers.

  “What time is it?” His voice was drowsy and hoarse from sleep.

  “Don’t know --” She twisted around and nuzzled her face against his chest. “Hungry, though.”

  Connor laughed. “For food?”

  She liked his laugh, and the way it rumbled through his chest. She kissed a spot just below his collarbone and then scored it with her teeth. “That, too.”

  He raised his head and blinked at her. “They do room service, you know.”

  “Mmm.” She kissed the top of his shoulder and shifted up the bed until her nose bumped against his neck. The sharp, masculine scent was still there, mixed with sweat and sex and her own scent. The wolf quieted, content that her mate bore her scent as a warning to others. Zoe kissed his throat and then lifted her head. “I want steak.”

  “How do you want it?” he asked, grinning wickedly as he reached for the sleek black telephone beside the bed.

  Zoe wrinkled her nose at him. “There’s enough of me in here now that I’d like it medium-well, thank you. Anyway, she’s not hungry for food.”

  Connor slapped the phone to his ear. “Thank God. Mooing steak kills my appetite.” He pressed the single button on the phone and arched an eyebrow. “Booze? Chocolate?”

  She was distracted by the way his chest vibrated when he talked. “Chocolate and booze,” she murmured, rubbing her cheek against his chest before shifting lower. “Champagne. Something bubbly.”

  The muscles of his stomach tightened under her touch. He ordered quickly, his voice tense, and tossed the phone to the floor after he’d hung up. “Are you having fun?”

  She was having a lot of fun. She teased her tongue across his abdomen and then turned to press her cheek against his stomach, staring up the length of his body at his face. “Tell me about your job. You do security? What kind?”

  “Electronic, mostly.” He stretc
hed a little and stroked her hair. “The owner needs magical wards, but he also needs a regular, run-of-the-mill security system. That’s what I do.”

  She leaned into his caressing fingers with a soft noise of pleasure. “A hunky brilliant techie werewolf with a dirty mind…” I’m in love. “That’s pretty much the hottest thing ever.”

  Connor laughed. “I was brilliant and techie before the werewolf thing. I still don’t know if I’d add hunky to the list or not.”

  “Mmm…” She rose to her knees and inched up the bed, a wicked smile curling her lips. “No one asked you.”

  She didn’t give him a chance to reply. She’d mostly forgotten the food, but it wasn’t the wolf that made her swing her leg over his chest. She straddled him, her hands braced on the bed on either side of his thighs, and let her breath feather over his mostly-erect cock. “I wonder how long it takes the food to get here.”

  He half-groaned and thrust up a little. “Not long. The kitchen staff’s very good. Very efficient.”

  “Too bad… I don’t have much practice at this, so I won’t be done by the time they get here.” She licked around the thick head and then drew it between her lips, sucking softly.

  He made a choked noise, and his hand landed on her thigh. “Don’t be so sure,” he rasped.

  Desire flooded her, and she rocked her hips down against his chest with a soft whimper and sucked harder for several seconds before lifting her head and rolling away from him. “God, no -- we have to eat first, or I’ll kill us both if it gets bad again --” But the ache between her legs made her feel so damn empty…

  He sat up and stroked a comforting hand over her belly. “It won’t get that bad again. Not right away, anyhow.”

  She felt heat creep into her cheeks and knew she was blushing. “I hope not. I mean, I always figured I was fairly unselfconscious about sex, but some of the stuff I was trying to get you to do to me could make me blush so hard I hurt something.”

  “Why?” His fingers traced absent circles on her skin as he watched her face. “I wanted to do it.”