Wolf Out of Water: Mythic Series, Book 4

by Abbie Zanders

  “Oh, baby,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “I hope you didn’t have any plans for the next twelve hours or so.”

  She whimpered; she couldn’t help it. A feral grin curved at his lips, the lips of a true predator.

  He came over her then, branding her lips with a fierce kiss as she felt the heat rolling off of his body and onto her. Her hands reached out blindly, needing to touch, to feel him. It didn’t matter what part. His arms, his chest, his back. All of it was equally smooth and hot and hard; all of it was Alpha.

  Matt released her mouth and began a downward journey. Thankfully, he seemed just as desperate as she was, and did not linger overlong in any one particular area. The man was a master, spending just enough time paying homage to each full, aching breast. He plumped one with his hand while suckling the other, then switched. When he bit down slightly on her nipple, she arched her back and keened, right there on the edge of orgasm just from that alone.

  He grunted in approval and continued on, depriving her of the release she so desperately needed. It was her turn to hiss in protest.

  He laughed.

  He licked a path down her belly, leaving a scorching trail of wet heat along the way. When he reached the juncture of her legs, he paused. One finger traced the outline of the lacy thong for several long seconds before he hooked his finger beneath it and flicked, tearing it.

  She lifted her head and shoulders from the bed to watch. Damn he looked good between her legs, eyes closed, inhaling deeply. Groaning as his fingers slid through her drenched folds.

  “Damn, baby. You want this every bit as much as I do.”

  Hell yes, she did. Maybe more.

  One of the great things about Alphas, Jessie decided in her lust-soaked haze, was that they knew exactly what they wanted and didn’t waste any time in getting it. After only a few torturous swipes, he pushed her thighs apart and buried his face in her sex at the same time his slick finger slipped inside.

  Jessie’s powerful thighs locked around his neck and shoulders as he feasted on her, muttering erotic words against her, only half of which she actually understood. With incredible skill, he brought her to the edge over and over again until she couldn’t stand it anymore.

  With great strength, she grabbed his hair and pulled, hard enough to finally get his attention. “I need to come,” she panted. “And I want you to be inside me when I do.”

  His eyes met hers, looking every bit as dazed and crazed as she felt. She wasn’t sure that he had understood anything she’d just said, so Jessie decided to communicate in a way that he could not possibly misconstrue. She twisted beneath him, raising her hips and shoving her backside in his face. No male wolf could resist that.

  “Take me. Now.”

  That did it. Suddenly Matt was behind her, and a brief crinkle of latex packaging later, he was pushing himself against her throbbing, swollen opening. His hand gripped her hips, holding her in place when she tried to rock back against him. He growled a warning, which only made her that much more desperate to feel him inside of her.

  She lowered her upper body to the bed and whimpered. She felt his fingers tightening around her hips, then he pushed deep and true. Jessie cried out in both pain and pleasure as he nearly split her in two. When he was seated deep enough for her to feel his heavy balls against her center, he paused, allowing her a brief respite to get accustomed to him.

  Lowering himself over her back, she felt the scorching heat of his chest as he pushed her down even more, deepening the penetration until he filled every available space inside of her. His weight, his strength made it impossible for her to move. “Are you okay?” he breathed against her ear.

  “I will be, when you start fucking me like you want to,” she growled, squeezing her burning inner muscles around him to punctuate the statement.

  He growled back, muttering something she couldn’t quite make out, then pulled back and slammed into her with great force.

  “Yes!” she screamed, burying her face into the bed. “More!”

  He extracted himself with agonizing slowness even as her channel bore down, reluctant to release him, until only the tip remained. Jessie sucked in a breath and held it, knowing, hoping, praying for what would come next.

  Her prayers were answered. With another telling flex of those bruising fingers, he slammed home again. Another scream shot into the bed, wrenched from her very core.

  “Is that what you want, baby?” he ground out through clenched teeth, slowly withdrawing and doing it again with such force that she surely would have shot right through the wall had his iron grasp not held her in place.

  “Yes,” she sobbed, her entire body vibrating with need. “More...”

  “More what, baby?” Withdraw. Slam home. “You want it deeper?” Withdraw. Slam. “Harder?” Withdraw. Slam. “Faster?” Withdraw. Slam.

  “Yes!” she screamed.

  “To which part, baby? I need to hear it.”

  God, he was killing her. “To all of it!” she cried. “Deeper! Harder! Faster, goddamn it!”

  * * *

  Matt clenched his jaw. This woman was unbelievable. It took everything he had to hold back, to not release his wolf and take her like he really wanted to, because he’d thought she couldn’t handle it.

  She wanted more? He’d give her more.

  He released the last thread of his tenuous control, pounding into her with brutal force. Relentless, driving thrusts, jerking her body with each one. One hand released her hip and snaked around to the front of her sex, rubbing her nub even as he felt the slide of his cock entering her. The other reached beneath her, closing over one breast possessively and tugging hard at the diamond-hard tip. She had great breasts, firm and full enough to fill his large palms. Later, he would spend hours worshipping them, but not now. Now he needed to assert his dominance.

  His hips pumped faster as he tried to stem his own release. He would not come, not until he felt her fully submit. She was holding back, and it was really starting to piss him off.

  “Come on, baby,” he coaxed roughly. “Let go. Give me everything. Come for me, baby.”

  She shook her head. Red haze clouded his vision even as sweat dripped into his eyes. She thought to deny him?

  His hand pulled hard at the nipple once again, making her shiver around him. Removing his hand, he slid it up further until it closed around her neck. Had he been able to show his true nature, he wound have clamped his jaw at the base of her neck in a show of dominance, but he couldn’t, so he did the next best thing. He closed his fingers, exerting only the slightest bit of pressure around her throat, enough to leave no doubt as to whom was in control.

  He could have sworn he heard a sigh of relief. Her body momentarily softened, then tensed as her orgasm began to overwhelm her. He rewarded her with powerful, punishing strokes, adjusting the angle to hit her right where she needed it most.

  She didn’t stand a chance.

  Beneath him, Jessie went still as she reached her peak. He gave one final push and held on as her sheath gripped him like a vise, rippling and squeezing along his length in a powerful orgasm until tiny stars burst behind his eyelids. Over the roaring in his ears, he could have sworn he heard a muffled howl.

  Her climax went on and on, milking him right along with it, until her whole body began to shake and she collapsed beneath him. Matt went right down with her.

  Chapter 5 – Too Good To Be True

  Matt feigned sleep when he felt Jessie pull away from him shortly before dawn. He wasn’t exactly sure why, because allowing her to leave his bed was the last thing he wanted to do. Then again, maybe that was the reason right there: He had never wanted to hold on to a female so desperately before.

  It wasn’t supposed to be like this. What should have happened was the same thing that had been happening since his post-pubescent adolescence: Choose a female. Take the female. Walk away. A simple three step plan that had worked exceedingly well until his pack decided he needed a mate and things got complicated.


  Last night should have been a pleasant game of wolf and prey with an attractive but completely innocuous female. It should have resulted in a healthy, stress-relieving, one-time sexual romp. And it should have ended within minutes after they had both had their pleasure, with him giving her a kiss on the forehead and a pat on the ass as he shushed her out of his room.

  Instead, he’d had a night of epic, mind-blowing sex and then had wrapped himself around her so thoroughly she couldn’t so much as rub her nose without him knowing it.

  It left him a little shaken, which was not a natural state for an Alpha. He was much more comfortable when he was completely in control. This woman, this enigmatic female, blew that all to hell, in more ways than one.

  No woman had ever taken his full measure before.

  Never had he lost himself so completely.

  And not once, had he ever felt comfortable enough to actually fall asleep with one.

  This woman was beautiful, sexy, and sassy. As wild as a she-wolf in bed. And he felt so at peace around her that he had allowed himself to become vulnerable. If he didn’t know better, it might just make him think he’d found the perfect female.

  There was just one problem: she was human.

  An exceptional human, perhaps, but still a human.

  He listened as she moved quietly, almost too quietly, about the room, gathering the tattered remains of her dress and her shoes. It was an effort to keep his eyes closed, to hide his body’s response to her scent, now doubly appealing since it was saturated with his. His inner wolf clawed at him, urging him to pounce and drag her right back to this bed where the sheets still held her warmth, but he resisted.

  The door closed softly, an almost inaudible click as she left. Only then did Matt allow his eyes to open. Then he grabbed the pillow she had lain on and buried his face in it.

  * * *

  As walks of shame went, it was pretty painless. It was still dark; too early for most people to bear witness to her clutching the ends of her sundress together as she tiptoed back to her room, only three doors away from his.

  Once inside, Jessie quickly discarded the dress and slipped beneath her own sheets. She would take a shower later, but she wasn’t ready to wash off his scent quite yet. Even if she could not fully appreciate it with her human nose, his man smell was still plenty nice -—a mix of clean male, musk, and hot, sweaty sex.

  She rolled around, rubbing herself against the crisp white cotton until their combined scents enveloped her. Mission accomplished, she sank into the pillows with a sigh and a smile of absolute contentment. She would not think about the future. Not an hour, a day, or a week from now. Instead, she would wallow in the present. Her body was deliciously sore in all the right places, her most feminine parts still pleasantly humming.

  No matter what happened, she would always have this. This feeling of absolute peace, of rightness. With that thought in mind, she drifted off into a deep, exhausted slumber.

  * * *

  Matt emerged from his room around noon, feeling both sated and edgy. Now that he’d had a little more sleep and a chance to think about it, he was certain his early morning musings had been a heat of the moment type thing. The female’s actions and reactions had been unexpected, that’s all. With all the shit he was getting from his pack about finding a mate, it was no wonder his mind was playing tricks on him.

  It was nothing more than sex. Really great sex.

  Last night’s escapades had his body still humming, even while he craved more. He wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do about that.

  He hadn’t planned on seeing the woman again after last night. One night of sex, then move on. It was a tried and true formula, one that kept things light and uncomplicated. Sometimes it led to awkward encounters afterwards (females typically wanted more), but he’d become adept at sidestepping those particular issues. He never made promises he couldn’t keep, and made sure those he selected knew the score up front.

  On the other hand, he was only here for a couple of days. It was unlikely he would find another female so well suited to his rather demanding needs. Why not make the most of it? Besides, she had been the one to leave this morning, not him. Which meant that she was totally on board with keeping things casual.

  He took a long shower, somewhat surprised to find certain parts of his anatomy still a little tender. As a Were, he healed quickly, but then again, she had been a little wildcat. A smile curved his lips when he remembered the feel of her nails digging into his ass as she sucked him so skillfully. How her teeth had scraped his neck. How her powerful thighs had wrapped around him and squeezed like a freaking anaconda.

  Yeah, he was going to have her again.

  He’d be cool about it, though. No chasing her tail like a horny pup. He’d let her come to him this time. After last night, it was a sure thing. And when she did, he’d be gracious about it.

  Matt scanned the beach again as he pulled himself out of the surf. The sun was getting lower in the sky. Most people were clearing out; closing up their umbrellas, folding up their chairs, dragging all of their sand-covered crap back for the night. He’d been keeping a casual eye out for Jessie all afternoon, but there had been no sign of her.

  She was probably too exhausted to make it down to the beach, he thought smugly. He had kept waking her up through the night, taking her repeatedly, and wringing every last possible drop of pleasure from her sexy little body. She was probably still in bed, recovering. Maybe he’d surprise her later by showing up at her door with some take-out to build up her strength, then devoting the rest of his night to a repeat performance.

  Wait, no. He’d already decided he wasn’t going to go chasing after her; was going to let her come to him, right?

  Two hours later, he finished off the last of his dinner and paid his check. He’d gone back to hotel’s patio restaurant, thinking he’d be the one with the table this time. Jessie would be among the large crowd gathered around the hostess’s podium, waiting to add her name to the long list of those waiting for a table. He’d catch her eye, smile. Maybe make her wait a minute or two before waving her over. Then she’d smile back, relieved, and move through the crowd to join him.

  Yeah, he’d had it all worked out in his mind. It would have gone exactly like that, too.

  Had she bothered to show up.

  Feeling annoyed (and a bit disappointed), he left a large tip and worked his way toward the exit. Many women took advantage of the packed conditions, using any excuse to touch him or rub up against him. None of them were as attractive as Jessie, either in face or form. None of them smelled as good as she did, either. And none of them looked at him with eyes that said, “I’m Trouble” and a smile that added, “but so worth it.”

  Matt shook his head at his own thoughts. What the hell was wrong with him? He was an Alpha, for God’s sake. He could have any woman here with a snap of his fingers.

  The problem was, he only wanted Jessie. And he wanted her now.

  Screw his earlier plan. It was time for a new one. He was a predator. Why not act like one?

  Matt stalked around the hotel, following her scent. There! Her room was only a few doors away from his. He leaned in closer to the door. Yep. Definitely Jessie’s, along with several others. Inhaling deeply, Matt began sorting through the array of overlapping scents. Jessie’s, of course. Another female, probably the maid. And a young, human male.

  He stiffened, the sudden and nearly overwhelming urge to rip down the door caught him off-guard. Hands clenched into fists, he fought against the shift, forcing himself to calm down and assess the situation before he did something stupid.

  Yes, it was the scent of young human male, but it was heavily laced with others as well: tomato sauce, cheese, and a slight hint of weed. Not another male vying for Jessie’s attentions, but a pizza delivery kid.

  The rush of relief was welcome. That made a hell of a lot more sense. After he’d fucked her senseless the night before, Jessie had slept the day away and had been too
worn out to go do dinner, choosing to order in instead.

  And now that she’d rested and fed, it was time to do it all over again, he grinned.

  He raised his hand and knocked, picturing her surprise and delight when she opened the door. Anticipation built in his chest, his cock grew hard and heavy as he imagined all the things he was going to do to her tonight. Last night had had a sense of desperate urgency to it, but this time he was going to draw it out, drive her so crazy with want that she would beg him to put an end to her misery.

  Except she didn’t answer the door.

  He knocked again, and received the same non-response. Matt leaned closer, turning his ear toward the door. His acute wolf’s hearing didn’t pick up any sound inside. No television, no running water, no movement. She couldn’t still be asleep, could she?

  Unease began to ripple through him. What if he’d hurt her? She’d seemed all right this morning, but he had been pretty hard on her. He winced, remembering just how rough he’d gotten. What if she’d woken up and seen bruises and scratches and bite marks? What if she was afraid of him?

  A growl rumbled up from deep inside of his chest. That thought didn’t sit well with him. His nature was to protect what was his, not frighten—-

  Shit. Was Jessie his?

  Damn right she was. For at least as long as they were both here, anyway.

  * * *

  Jessie walked along the boardwalk, leisurely taking in all the sights and sounds. She’d always loved visiting the boardwalk at night. The bright lights. The delicious smells. The saltwater breeze coming in off the ocean. All the shops with their colorful displays.

  It was into one of those shops she headed now, drawn by the pretty, lightweight sundresses hung on display outside. Matt had ruined the only dress she’d brought with her, and she wanted to buy another. Every girl should have at least one dress to make her feel pretty.