I felt like an ass for snapping at her. It wasn’t her fault I couldn’t keep my wolf in line. It wasn’t her fault I’d been a pussy for twenty years, letting her pansy around. But, at the same time, I’d recognized my mistake. I recognized that I should have acted on this a long before today. I’d suffered for too long. I’d battled every fiber of my being to stay at arm’s length from her. I couldn’t do it anymore though, and I didn’t want to regret leaving it for tomorrow again.
Nope. I wasn’t leaving her like this. She wasn’t allowed to slip back into a depression, and I wasn’t allowed to sulk anymore over a conceived loss. There was no point in us suffering alone when nature had matched us so long ago. It was about damn time I owned my alpha character; it was time I ruled every part of myself, every part of my life with an alpha attitude.
I stalked to the door and closed it. “No.”
She seemed shocked, standing with her hand hovering where the doorknob she’d been holding was seconds before. She shook her head, lifting her gaze. “What?”
“I said no. I’m not leaving.”
She sighed. “Bren-“
“No. It’s my turn to talk.” She shut her mouth, her tears threatening to spill over the rims of her eyes. “You kissed me back. Take away my enhanced senses and the fact that I scented your arousal, and you kissed me back. Whether you want to admit it or not, you want me too. What I don’t understand is why you won’t act on it, especially when I’m engaging you.”
She closed her eyes, sighing softly. “I don’t want to ruin what we have. Every relationship I’ve had has fallen apart for some reason or another. You mean too much to me to take that risk knowing my record. If I lost you, I’d lose so much more than I’m willing to gamble.” She opened her eyes, the tears finally streaming down her cheeks. She warily gazed at me. “I’d like to add that I’m slightly pissed that you hid the real you from me. Werewolf or not, I would have loved you anyways, Bren. I love you anyways.”
Her words were a bolt of lightning to my soul, reigniting my passion for her again. Her words chased away several of my demons, my trepidations over pursuing her. She loved me. Perhaps not to the degree that I loved her, perhaps not on the same level I did her, but it was more than I could have hoped for.
I reached out and wiped away her tears. She averted her gaze again. “Look at me, Drea.” Slowly she lifted her eyes; the emotions swirling in their depths pierced me. I needed to reassure her. “That wouldn’t happen. You’re my mate. You’re the only woman I’ll ever love, the only woman I can love. You’re my perfect match, my soul mate. There will never be a better person for me; nature dictated that twenty years ago.
“This is different than all your other relationships. There is nothing you can do to make me lose interest in you, and I would never intentionally hurt you in any way. We’d be different, sweetie.”
She nibbled on her inner lip, mulling over my words. “I’m scared, Bren. In some ways I feel like I’m looking at a stranger.”
I slid my hands around her neck, my thumbs sweeping across her cheeks. “I’m the same guy you’ve known for the past twenty years, only now you know that I’m also a werewolf.
“I still want to watch comedy movies with you one Friday a month while scarfing down bowls of popcorn. I still want to go to karaoke every other Thursday, knock back a couple drinks with you while laughing at the train wrecks on stage. I still want to be your best friend, Drea. Only now I want to add more titles to the mix. I want to be your best friend, your lover and your mate. I’m asking you to give me that chance. Let me prove to you that I can be all those things.”
She gazed at me, apprehension apparent. “You never answered my question.”
I stared into her eyes, mesmerized by their striations. “Anything you want to know, I’ll answer.”
She gripped my wrists and pulled out of my touch. “Your dad, your uncle… your brother… are…” She took a short breath, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you all the same?”
“Yes. We all belong to the same pack. Those friends that would come to our massive backyard barbeques, they were all members of the pack.”
“Is it a hierarchy?”
“My dad was the alpha, but now I am.”
She startled at that news. “But… I mean, you’re always there when I need you. How… how can you run a pack and work and be there for me?”
“The same way I always have, sweetie.”
She frowned, her brows dipping inwards like she was concentrating hard, trying to figure out a difficult puzzle. I gave her some time to work through the information dump.
She looked at me. The way her eyes soaked me up though, the way she cocked her head as she watched me closely, let me know she was looking at me from a new angle, with the fresh knowledge in mind.
I stuffed my hands in my pockets, trying to keep from fidgeting. The more I studied her actions, the more distressed I became and the harder my wolf fought to break free. She was analyzing everything. I knew the past twenty years were being tossed around in her head from a novel perspective.
Grief slowly crept through me, flooding my veins with awareness. She was prepared to walk away. If the wall she was slowly erecting was anything to go by, she was about to leave me, to force me out. Her eyes dulled, her expression became devoid of emotion. She tightened her crossed arms.
Without thinking, I grabbed her and claimed her lips. She froze, not complying with my desperation. One hand hugged the back of her neck; the other wrapped around her waist and pulled her against me.
My heart danced, my soul soared into space when she relaxed into my embrace. Her lips molded to mine and her body fell perfectly against mine. Her hands splayed across my abs before her fists bunched my shirt and her desire flared to life again. She could try to rationalize this; she could try to fight her craving for me, but if nature had done what it was meant to, she wouldn’t be able to hold back forever. I refused to give her anymore time though. She wanted me; I wanted her. We were doing this. I wasn’t letting her analyze her way out of this. I wasn’t losing her to another fat admiring prick.
I lifted her into my arms. She squealed, breaking our connection as her arms flew around my neck. “What are you doing? Are you crazy? I’m going to break you!”
I chuckled. I nuzzled her neck. “Quite the contrary, sweetie. All those paranormal books you read have it right. I have superhuman strength, immaculate hearing and unfathomable speed.”
She gave me a small smile. “Okay, that’s just a tad sexy.”
We hadn’t even begun to cover sexy.
Her smile began to fade. “I’m scared, Bren. Tell me I won’t lose you.”
I stopped walking, meeting her gaze. “You’re not going to lose me, sweetie. I swear.”
She nibbled her bottom lip. Slowly her barriers began to lower. She nodded her head.
The more she opened herself up to the idea of us, the stronger my attraction to her seemed to become. Like a horse finally set free, her energy was electric; the magnetic pull I’d always felt literally had me glued to her at this point. She was gorgeous; her swollen lips the first physical sign of my claim on her.
My cock was pulsing against my jeans, a concentrated need constricting my groin. I couldn’t wait to claim her, to release all my pent up desire on her. I had to take a few good measures first though.
I claimed her lips again, distracting her from my moves. I rushed into her bedroom, opened her top dresser drawer and removed two scarves. I closed the drawer and carried her over to her bed.
“Rustic Parisian” is what she’d called her home’s style. Her feminine touch blended perfectly with a cabin-in-the-woods design. It was a beautiful balance of masculine and feminine that always made me feel at ease, even in her queen-sized, wrought iron bed.
As I laid her down on the bed, careful not to jostle her against the cloud of material, I slid my hands up and over her curves starting at her hips. I focused on my plan, rather than the painstaking need tightening m
y muscles, bringing me to the brink of cramping and changing.
She cupped my face, gliding her tongue along the inside of my lips, sending a chill down my spine. I couldn’t hold back my growl. I’d been so conscientious before not to spook her, not to smother her, but I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pressed my body against her, loving the feel of her plush against my hard. Feeling her pebbled nipples through her shirt, I rocked my hips, my cock sliding along the seam of her shorts. She moaned into my mouth.
Without warning, I broke away at paranormal speed and tied her wrists to the bed. She gasped, her eyes shooting open, widening with shock.
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Chapter Eight
DREA
I’d been lost in him. I’d been indulging myself with the beginning of every fantasy I’d had surrounding Bren by kissing him. His lips were soft, yet commanding. He pulled this wanton woman to the surface, drove my need to an insurmountable peak. I couldn’t get enough of him; I couldn’t get close enough to him. The gate was open and I was finally rushing towards him, finally acting upon feelings rather than conscience.
I didn’t dare undress him though. Or myself. As much as I wanted this, I was too afraid to initiate it.
Abruptly he broke away, my mind snapping back to reality. The warmth that had loosened my body began to dissipate as my arms were tugged over my head. Before I could figure out what was going on, my hands were fastened together, my arms lodged over my head as my wrists were secured together and then to the headboard.
Panic rose up in me. I jerked on the wrappings, but they didn’t budge; they merely started cutting into my skin.
“Calm down, Drea.” Bren ran his fingertips down my cheeks and across my lips. “Do you trust me?”
I gazed into his dark eyes. Excitement was dancing within me. My knee-jerk reaction was fear, but it didn’t plant itself in my chest. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, it appeared I sort of liked the idea of being controlled in bed. Lord knew the other men I’d been with didn’t come close. They were selfish pansies who couldn’t have found my g-spot even with the help of a GPS navigation system. They floundered in bed, barely able to control themselves from bursting the second they entered me.
“What do you have in mind?”
He smirked. He kissed my lips gently before pulling away again. He resumed hovering over me patiently. “That’s not how this works, sweetie. I just need to make sure you trust me before we begin. I don’t want to do anything against your will.”
I nibbled my bottom lip. I’d always known that love required risk, and tantric love required surrender. Regardless of whether one was tied to the bed or not, you had to surrender your body to the other person in order to get any pleasure out of the experience.
I focused on Bren. He’d been my best friend for so long; he knew all there was to know about me… except this. He’d never seen me orgasm. Heck, he’d never even seen me naked. If there was anyone I should trust myself with though, it was him. And that’s what drove me to nod my head in agreement.
“No. I want to hear the words.” His voice was firm, sending warmth to gather in my womb. This was a side of Bren I hadn’t seen before.
“I trust you.”
My heart thundered in my chest as I wrapped my hands around the scrollwork of my headboard. I watched as he devoured me with his eyes. They skimmed every curve, every roll and every line on my body. My pulse ratcheted up as the anticipation built under his gaze alone. I was trapped, at his mercy. I was out of my element with him right now, and as exhilarating as that was, it was equally terrifying, in a good way. I didn’t know what was coming. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but somehow I knew it was going to be good; if I could let go of my insecurities long enough to enjoy it.
He licked his lips. “I think you have too many clothes on.”
My nipples pinched so tight it bordered painful. I’d never been aroused by words alone.
I shrieked as he ripped my shirt down the center.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” He kissed my flesh, searing my skin with his lips. He kissed a trail up my stomach to my chest. “So soft. So sweet,” he murmured.
Typically I felt uneasy at exposing my body for the first time to a man, but the reverence in Bren’s voice, the way he caressed every part of my stomach, even the jiggly parts I hated, left me no chance to be anything but in awe.
I jumped when he shredded the front of my bra with his teeth. He gave me a wicked, sexy grin. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
I held my breath, anticipation pumping through me. He rose higher over me, bypassing my breasts to nuzzle my neck. He nibbled my skin, licking and sucking my tender flesh. Tingles of pleasure spiraled out from his where his mouth played with me. My desire spiked as he patiently moved along my neck from one side to the other before sliding back down.
Every part of me was aware of him, beginning to lean into him. My lips parted, my breath stilled as he kissed the swells of my breasts. His hands slid beneath the material of my bra, molding to me briefly before he knocked the fabric aside. He sat back on his heels and gazed down at me. My nipples tightened unbearably from merely the way he devoured me with his eyes.
“You are so beautiful.” His dark eyes slid from my face to my waist and back up again.
I felt myself blush even as my perk peaks ached in response to his adoration. Damn he was sexy. I’d never allowed myself to really look at Bren before. I’d noticed he was handsome; I’d seen his obvious attractiveness in passing, but never truly saw the depth of it until now.
His lips were red from kissing my upper body. His pupils were dilated, his eyes dark with passion. His buff biceps were straining the sleeves of his t-shirt; his pecks were stretching the fabric across his chest with every breath he took. It was the culmination of these things that sent liquid heat to my core. His look was so intense, so dark, dirty and delicious while his body was a god-like statue to be glorified, especially as he moved against me and over me. His hard, pressed against my soft, felt amazing. He was amazing, especially when it came to squashing my doubts, to demolishing my concerns and soothing away my fears.
A small rumble sounded from his chest as he pounced on me. I gasped, hot pleasure shooting through me as he took my taut peak into his mouth. He rolled my other nipple between his fingers, doubling his efforts.
My womb coiled tight as my pussy gushed, the need for him to be inside me racing to a new high. I found my hips rolling up into him, my body instinctively moving into his touch as my hunger sent my mind spiraling. His tongue swept over my tight bud, sending delectable shockwaves through me.
“Mmm.” His carnal moan did dangerous things to me.
My breathing was labored, every breath echoing in my ears. My pulse was sprinting along as my muscles clamped down, trying to trap that beautiful feeling of bliss experienced in every step on the way up.
I gasped as he switched breasts; the heat of his mouth on one side combined with the chill of the air wafting over the other was electrifying. Chills chased down my spine as he continued to build my arousal, which I was certain was overwhelming his nasal passages by now. I jutted my chest out, greedily seeking more pleasure than what he was already giving me; I was limited by the restraints though.
I’d never known this amount of pleasure could be derived from my breasts. My limbs were lose, savage desire coursing my veins, zapping every pore, awakening every nerve ending with a jolt. I heard tiny whimpers echoing through the space, erotic whines that I didn’t realize right away were coming from me.
I squirmed beneath Bren, my body twisting, constricting, as I got closer and closer to the peak. I needed more. As amazing as this felt I needed more; I craved more. I had to have more.
“Bren, please.” I sounded winded, as if I’d been running for miles. My voice was husky, sounding as if it belonged to a wanton woman, not a nearly innocent, plus size woman.
He released my breasts, his hands gliding down over my stomach, beneath the waistline of my shorts and
panties, as his mouth moved up, kissing my jaw and then capturing my lips. “Please what?” His breath feathered over my lips; his masculine scent intoxicated me.
“I need more.” God, I was groveling. I never groveled. I sounded so pathetic, but didn’t even care at the moment.
“I’ll give you a little more, but you’re not coming until I’m balls deep inside you. I want to feel that pussy contract around my cock as you finally let go with me.” He nipped my chin before sitting back stripping my bottom half.
His breathing became labored as he gazed down at my pussy, bared to him. He stroked his hands over my hips, trailing his fingers down across the triangle of curls framing my most intimate area. He closed his eyes, inhaling a deep, sharp breath.
“Fuck, you smell amazing.” He swallowed hard, meeting my gaze. His eyes were dark and focused. “And you are definitely mine.”
I bit my lower lip as I fidgeted beneath his heavy gaze. I didn’t feel uncomfortable with his perusal, but my body was wound so tight, I just needed release. I needed to be unbound and free to touch him; hell, even to touch myself right now.
He slithered down the bed, skimming his lips along my inner thighs as he moved them further apart, unveiling all of me. Goose pimples broke out over my skin as his fingers parted my folds, the air wafting over my sensitive flesh.
He watched me closely as he dipped his tongue inside me. I cried out as pleasure sprouted and liquid heat surged in my channel. I was so close yet so far.
“Don’t come.” His words carried towards me, a harsh command that catapulted me closer to the edge.
He moved up, lapping at the skin around my clit. I was so hypersensitive, my need too shaky to control it. “Bren.” His name was a cracked whisper.
“Don’t,” he bit out, his features pinching. His jaw clenched, his nostrils flared and brows dipped as he reiterated the order. He exuded power and control like I’d never seen; I’d never been so turned on by him.
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