Kamikaze (Last Call #1)

by Rogers, Moira

  Heat followed in the wake of his fingers, rippling outwards in gentle tingles that tightened her nipples and magnified the soft, aching need. She wanted to arch up, to guide his fingers down until they stroked her clit and then pushed inside her. She wanted to watch his face, to see the heat in those dark eyes as he sent her spiraling into bliss.

  Most of all she wanted him to need her as desperately as she needed him. Wanted the man to want the woman, because there was no doubt in her at all that their wolves would happily spend forever together.

  Connor sighed, then tilted his head as his hand stilled. “Why are we still here, Zoe?”

  She fought back a whimper. “W–what do you mean?” Oh God, you’re going to leave, please don’t leave -- She sank her teeth into her lower lip to keep the pleas from tumbling out.

  “I mean you’re paying an arm and a leg for this. Why?” He wrapped a lock of her hair around his finger. For the first time, he looked a little nervous. “I’m not an axe murderer, and neither are you. Why don’t we get out of here?”

  She could barely breathe. “Y-you want to come home with me?” She could fill her apartment with his scent, wrap herself in it long after he was gone. And maybe convince him to come back…

  “We could go to my place instead,” he suggested. “It’s up to you.”

  She couldn’t quite keep her gaze from darting to the cabinet in the corner, the one presumably full of naughty items meant to enhance pleasure. She licked her lips nervously and then looked back at him. “I’m not exactly stocked for illicit thrills.”

  He tugged her hair gently and flashed her a smile. “Careful what you pick. They’ll charge you for taking it, you know.”

  The naughty little smile, the amused look in his eyes -- desire sprang into full, powerful life and she moaned as it thundered through her. A whimper escaped her as her hips lifted off the bed in a silent plea.

  Connor shrugged one shoulder and walked his fingers down over her belly. “Or we could stay here a while longer…”

  A discreet knock sounded on the door, and Zoe groaned in protest. Go away --

  Connor was already climbing off the bed and reaching for his pants. “Unless you like putting on a show, you might want to crawl under the covers.”

  Her limbs felt shaky as she dragged the blanket aside and pulled it up over her body -- and over her head for good measure. Even the soft, silken slide of the duvet cover against her skin made her want to whimper, and she muffled a frustrated noise against the pillow as she listened to Connor’s footsteps crossing the room.

  She listened as Connor made small talk with the woman at the door, then heard the slight squeak of wheels as the room service cart rolled across the carpet. “Ready for dinner?”

  She opened her mouth to say no, but the smell of steak hit her and hunger surfaced again. She tugged back the blankets and popped her head out, then made an annoyed noise and blew at the hair in her face. “Food. I could handle food.”

  “You need food,” Connor corrected as he tugged a silver serving dome from one of the plates. “Want to eat on the bed, or grab some chairs?”

  “Clothes…” Zoe crawled to the edge of the bed and found his shirt. It smelled of him, a scent she was beginning to find extremely comforting. “Can I wear this?”

  “Hell, eat naked if you want.” His teeth scored his bottom lip for a moment, and he ducked his head and smiled as she slid the shirt on. “It looks good on you, though.”

  He was fucking adorable. She crossed the room and slipped her arms around his waist. “You could wear mine if you want. It’s very geek chic.”

  “Nah. I’d rather be bare-chested and manly.” He bent his head and nibbled her jaw and then her ear. “Besides, your shirt might be a little small.”

  She shivered and closed her eyes. “We need to eat before I get all crazy again. I don’t know how this is supposed to work, but I sort of don’t want to stop touching you.”

  He stroked the back of her neck and pulled away. “You have to eat.” He dragged two chairs from their spots by the wall and situated them on either side of the cart. “Voila.”

  Zoe gave hearty thanks for the fact that she made a healthy living at her job as she settled into the chair. The steaks looked delicious and expensive, and she could only imagine how much the bottle of champagne and exquisite little chocolate truffles would cost. And as hungry as she was -- she didn’t care.

  The steak proved to be as good as it looked. She ate a quarter of it in silence, satisfying the angry rumble in her stomach before she sat back and picked up the glass of champagne. “So how long have you been a werewolf?”

  She might have imagined the shadow that passed over his features, but his hesitation as he lifted his fork to his mouth was unmistakable. “Fifteen years.”

  Zoe took a bracing sip of her champagne. “I’m sorry. That was -- I don’t mean to pry. I really don’t know much. John -- he talked about things like packs and groups, but he never wanted to introduce me to anyone else.”

  “He probably didn’t want to have to look for another girlfriend after someone stole you.” Connor reached for his wine. “I became a werewolf my last year of high school. Senior trip, actually.”

  She took another sip of the champagne, draining half of the glass this time. “It was -- bad?” The minute the question left her she wanted to groan. Of course it had been bad. She of all people knew there weren’t very many nice ways to become infected with lycanthropy.

  He shrugged one shoulder. “I was attacked and left for dead in a canyon in Arizona.” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “To say I’d had better days is a bit of an understatement.”

  “Oh, God --” She set the glass down and reached across the makeshift table to touch his hand. “I’m so sorry, Connor. That’s -- it’s terrible.”

  He shook his head as he wove his fingers through hers. “It was a long time ago. What about you?”

  She tightened her fingers a little around his hand. “There’s a park a couple blocks from my apartment. It’s a pretty safe area. I mean, at least safe from muggers and shit. Less so from werewolves I guess. John -- I worked with John. I was out for three days and he came to visit me. Saw what was going on, that I was healing too fast and that I felt so fucked up…”

  And then she’d almost thrown him out of the apartment when he’d calmly attempted to explain to her that she was a werewolf and going to sprout fur with the next full moon. Even a year and a half later, sometimes it seemed absurd.

  “Not so long ago, then?”

  Zoe shook her head. “It happened during the summer. So I guess… in July it’ll be two years. John helped me through the beginning, but --” She hesitated and looked away as nervousness skittered through her. “The last time this happened, he tried to deal with it, but everything got weird afterwards. He broke it off a few months later, and I’ve sorta been… alone. With the werewolf stuff, I mean.”

  Connor’s fingers tightened around hers. “That sucks. No wonder you didn’t know things would get this bad.”

  “I didn’t. I just --” She met his eyes again. “It was different this time. I mean, I was so much worse off, but I already feel a lot better. I still want to climb in your lap and do crazy naughty things… but I can sort of think. It took almost three days last time before I got this calm. Was it because I was so new at it?”

  He gave her a smug grin. “A man’s just got to know how to handle a woman like you, that’s all.”

  Zoe quirked an eyebrow. “A woman like me?”

  “Mmm. You’re no shrinking violet, that’s for damn sure.” His wine glass hit the linen-draped cart with a thump. “You’re strong. Powerful.”

  It sounded so absurd that she laughed. “I’m a systems administrator who could stand to lose a few pounds. Strong and powerful aren’t the first adjectives that spring to mind.”

  He shrugged again. “And I design electronic security systems. It’s not about your human self. It’s about the wolf. Who she is.”

>   Her heart had started to beat faster, and she had no idea why. “You can tell who she is? I can barely tell who she is.”

  He stroked the back of her hand. “You can’t feel her? Think about your ex. What did she tell you about him?”

  Weak. The word came unbidden, and tumbled from her lips before she even realized she’d spoken. “Weak.” Zoe blinked. “Except he wasn’t. I mean, not physically.”

  “Physical size or shape doesn’t matter,” he observed. “It’s about the magic.”

  Zoe reached out with her foot and nudged the cart aside. The wheels squeaked slightly, filling the suddenly tense silence between them. He sat in the chair across from her, tousled and shirtless and gorgeous, and she smiled as she slipped across the intervening space and dropped into his lap. “You don’t feel weak.”

  “Not now that I’ve eaten,” he teased, sliding one hand under his shirt and over her skin.

  She slid her hands over the warm skin of his shoulders and up until they tangled in his hair. “So let’s make the best of this room before we leave. I don’t have a closet full of sex toys or a gigantic Jacuzzi tub.”

  “You don’t?” he asked in mock horror as he rose and carried her to the bed. “Well, then, this is never going to work.”

  “I’ll buy some.” She dragged her tongue up the side of his neck until it tickled against his earlobe. “As soon as we’re done violating each other, I’ll go home and order sex toys in bulk. As long as you’ll come over and use them with me.”

  “We’ll see.” Connor dropped her on the bed and reached for the button on his pants.

  It was a sharp reminder, even if she doubted he’d meant it to be. As hot as it would be to watch him peel his pants off, Zoe squeezed her eyes shut and reached above her head to curl her hands around the headboard. She was getting ahead of herself, letting the wolf’s pleasure in a strong mate override her human sense. They weren’t dating, weren’t involved. She didn’t even know his last name.

  And it was possible his invitation to head back to his place really had been entirely about saving her a few bucks, and not some sort of subtle hint that he wanted more from her than another few hours of lusty, insatiable sex.

  So have the sex. Get what you need, get off, and don’t get attached.

  Connor watched Zoe close her eyes and grip the headboard. He took advantage of the moment to lift her leg and bite the back of her knee, enjoying the way she shuddered under his hands.

  So take her home. He managed to avoid wincing, but barely. He was eager -- too eager -- to get to know her, to get her out of there.

  To see her again.

  He felt a jolt in his chest. Zoe was sexy as hell, which pleased him. But she was also strong, something that drew the wolf in him like a lodestone. The challenge she presented was irresistible. He needed to test himself against her, to see if he could satisfy her desires. If he could, then he deserved the reward of her pleasure.

  “I’m going to see what’s in that cabinet,” he whispered against her skin, then stepped back. “Any requests?”

  Her heart pounded in her chest so loudly it seemed to fill the room. “Surprise me.”

  He grasped the brass knobs and pulled open the lacquered cabinet. Shelf after shelf was stocked full of tubs and bottles, silicone, glass, and leather. He held up one ridged glass dildo from the selection. “What do you think?”

  Her eyes drifted open, then went wide. Her tongue darted out over her lower lip in what he was starting to recognize as a nervous gesture. “I–I’m not exactly an expert --”

  He smothered a laugh. “Neither am I, sweetheart.” He replaced the dildo and chose a slightly smaller vibrator in a garish shade of purple. “This one?”

  She nodded, still a little wide-eyed.

  “Where are you going to let me put it?” Connor brandished a small, sleek bottle of lube and tried not to smile when her eyes got even bigger.

  He watched her as he returned to the bed, intrigued by how clearly her feelings showed on her face. Nervousness fought excitement, but excitement won when he stopped next to her and grinned down at her. When she spoke, her voice had gone husky. “I think maybe you can put it anywhere you damn well want.”

  “Careful what you offer…” He took a deep breath and turned on the vibrator as he sat beside her. He used the tip of it to nudge the hem of the shirt up. Heat blazed through him when she shivered and moaned.

  And it wasn’t nearly as arousing as what she did next. Her eyes rolled back and one hand released the headboard, dropping to clutch at his thigh. “I trust you.”

  “Yeah?” He brushed the vibrator over her nipple, then trailed it down her body in a sinuous motion. “I might take you up on it.” The purple silicone drifted past the damp curls at the juncture of her thighs.

  Her fingers dug into his leg. A tiny whimper escaped her, choked and needy, and she shifted her legs apart, opening herself to him. “I trust you,” she whispered again. “But the last time I made that offer, I was tied up and so crazy from the mating shit that I barely remember it. So be gentle.”

  “Shh.” He cupped his hand over her cheek and leaned down to kiss her. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, baby.” He shifted the vibrator until the tip slipped just inside her entrance. “Not so bad, right?”

  Her hips pushed up a little, and she turned her head to bite the heel of his palm. “Not bad at all. Also hardly virgin territory, as you should know.”

  “Mmm, I know.” He arched an eyebrow and gave her the most licentious look he could muster. “Now I just have to decide where to put my cock…”

  “Oh --” Her mouth fell open. “Oh, Jesus, Connor --” She took a ragged breath and slid her legs apart farther. “Anything. Anywhere. I need you so bad --”

  He nudged the vibrator, pushing it deeper, until it was buried in her pussy. A few tiny thrusts had her shaking and whimpering, and he took her hand and laid it over the hilt of the vibrator. “Here.”

  “What?” Glazed blue eyes found his, and her lips curled into a wicked smile. “You want a show? Or did you figure out where you want your cock?”

  “Both.” Connor stood and unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor. “Come here.” He wrapped his hands under her thighs and tugged her over to the edge of the bed.

  She was still partly tangled in his shirt, which had hitched up just high enough to reveal the underside of her breasts. She lifted one leg and braced her foot against the edge of the bed, and the action gave him a perfect view of that damned purple vibrator as she worked it slowly in and out of her pussy.

  Blood pounded in his ears, and he almost trembled with the desire to lean down and mark her as his. “Sure you’re going to be all right with this?” he asked, reaching for the small bottle of lubricant.

  She moaned in response and tangled her free hand in the sheets above her head. “Not as good as you --”

  “Just wait, baby.” Connor poured some of the slippery liquid in his hand and slicked it over his cock. He warmed another palmful and massaged it slowly around her ass. “Okay?”

  “Too slow --” Her gaze found his and she dug her teeth into her lower lip for a second. “God, I’m gonna come, Connor. I want you inside me.”

  The desperation in her voice made his cock jump in his hand. He bumped the head of his shaft against her ass, then started to slowly push inside.

  She was impossibly tight, and breathing erratically before he managed to work the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle. “W-wait --”

  He froze as she pulled the vibrator away with a soft moan. “Too much,” she explained in a ragged whisper. Her other hand slipped down her body and between her legs, and she moved her fingers over her clit. “When you’re inside -- you c-can put it --”

  The rest of her words dissolved into a low moan as she pushed against him, drawing him a tiny bit deeper. “Yes -- fuck --”

  “Yes.” Connor fought not to thrust against her, his body throbbing. Watching Zoe, so hungry for him, short-circuited
his control. He pushed deeper, his fingers digging into her thighs. “Zoe --”

  “I’m okay --” Her voice was high and breathless, but she rocked up with another of those choked, hungry noises when he worked his way deeper. Every rock of his hips brought a gasp or groan from her, and he started to worry that watching her would be too much, that he’d lose it and come before he got to sink all of the way into her body.

  Finally, finally, he thrust one last time and his hips bumped against her ass. Zoe moaned and opened her eyes, staring at him with a glazed, desperate expression. “Connor --”

  He closed his eyes and stayed still for several moments. He whispered her name again, and his hand covered hers, his fingertips slipping against hers, teasing her clit. “Come, Zoe.”

  She whimpered, and he felt her other hand bump against his. She pressed the vibrator into his hand with another soft moan. “Do it.”

  Connor gritted his teeth and lifted her hips with one hand. He had to pull away a little to thrust the toy into her, and her wriggling nearly undid him. “Hold still, baby… Just for a second.”

  “C-can’t --” Her head dug back into the pillows, and she cried out, one hand clenching at the quilt as her entire body shook. “Oh, fuck -- fuck, fuck Connor, I’m going to -- I’m going --”

  Her ass quivered around him, and he managed one short thrust before his world went white with pleasure, searing and maddening. “Christ, Zoe --” He bent over her, his hips jerking against hers, and closed his teeth on her neck with a hoarse shout.

  She just kept coming, her body shaking apart under him as she raked her nails down his back and screamed his name. He rode her orgasm for a moment, his face pressed into her neck, then pushed himself up with a groan.

  Tiny waves of pleasure still pulsed through him, and he could feel the vibrator through the thin wall between it and his cock. Zoe shuddered, still whimpering and moaning. He turned it off quickly, then stroked her belly as he eased it out of her. “Okay?”

  Her head lolled to the side and her eyes drifted shut. “Never thought I’d say this… but I think I don’t need any more orgasms for a while…”