Idler (Norseton Wolves Book 3)
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He opened his mouth, but she slipped the fingers she’d used to reveal herself to him between his lips. He sucked them clean. She didn’t really want an answer.
“I bet you’d get so hard while I whipped you. You’d be begging for the lashes and I’d be so pleased with you that I’d get on my knees in front of you and suck you off. How’s that sound?”
Again, she didn’t really want an answer. Before he could formulate one, she straddled his head backward and eased down onto his face. “Move your lips, Colton. You have my permission.”
He started unlacing his hands from behind his head but seemed to think better of it at the last second. He was obviously a fast learner. He molded his lips around her clit and gave it a tentative tug.
“You can use the rest of your mouth, too.”
“Mmm.” Lips, teeth, tongue. He used them all to gently probe and taste, working his tongue between her folds and spearing her as she rose slightly and descended onto his mouth again and again.
She pressed her hands to his belly and eased herself down to rest atop him, bringing his cock to her lips.
“Fuck,” he murmured, before resuming his task.
She wrapped her fingers tightly around his shaft and licked everything that wasn’t in her fist before giving his cock a few teasing tugs.
“Want to use my hands,” he said.
“No hands. Work with what you’ve got.”
He growled, but speared her more aggressively with his tongue, as if to make her regret her choice. Of course, she wouldn’t.
She pulled him far into her mouth and let the tip of his cock brush her throat, rasping her teeth along the delicate flesh.
“Gods.” He seemed to be in a retaliatory mood, as he nipped one of her lips before lashing his tongue against it to soothe the sting.
“You’ll pay for that.”
“Yes, make me pay.”
She moistened a finger and slipped it past his perineum and just into his anus.
“Fuuuu…”
She sat more heavily on his face to muffle his protest, and chuckled while she pleasured him with her mouth and teased with her finger. She was pleased at how trusting he was. Already, her imagination flooded with scenarios designed to test his limits, and hers. There would be times she wouldn’t want to play—when she’d just want to make love—but even that required some negotiation. All sex did. Sometimes it was silent, but conscientious lovers always paid attention to it—looked for it.
Lisa let him fall from her mouth and turned to crawl to his side. “Do you want me?” she whispered.
He tracked his tongue across his wet lips. “I think you know the answer to that.”
“Say it.”
“I—I want to be inside you.”
She laid on her back and made a come-hither gesture. “Show me.”
“Mmm.”
He settled between her legs and wrapped them around his waist as his gaze tracked down her body. “All mine.”
“I think that’s usually the way it works.”
“I hear it’s supposed to work both ways.”
“That’s what the vows we took said, but,” she shrugged, “you can never tell with werewolf men. I think sometimes, they consider those vows to be mere suggestions.”
“I don’t. Why bother taking them otherwise?” He pointed his shaft toward her entrance and pushed some air through clenched teeth as he breached her. “Gods. That’s fucking beautiful.”
She tightened her legs around his waist and pulled him down for a kiss. “And I’ll be here every day.”
“You promise?” He rocked his hips and a low, rumbling growl vibrated in his chest when she clenched around his shaft. “You’ll always be here when I come home?”
“Yes.”
He pulled out almost all the way and growled some more as he reseated himself. “You’ll want to see me? Won’t tell me to leave?”
“I’ll want to see you, Colton. You can come home. I won’t make you feel like it’s not your home. This is—” She put her head back and waited for that first, encroaching wave of pleasure to retreat. His girth, the friction against her nipples, and the slight abrading of her clit would likely send her toppling over the edge sooner than she’d wanted, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. He needed it. “I’m home now, too. We should—we should both be here.”
“Yes. And you’ll keep me from fucking up?”
“Give yourself some credit. I think you know what to do.”
“I do now.” He leaned in and captured her lips, teasingly distracting her with his probing tongue and playful bites as he increased the speed of his thrusts. Filling her so completely, again and again, until the pressure was just too much and she shouted out his name on the tail end of some swears.
“Feels so good, Lisa, so—fuck.” His hands tightened in her hair for a moment before he self-corrected and clenched the sheets instead. “Won’t hu-hurt you.” He stroked deeper, and his handsome features contorted that mask of pain that belied the actual pleasure he must have been feeling.
His cock pulsed inside her as his seed surged, and he nestled his face onto the pillow next to her head, breathing hard. After he’d caught his breath, he said, “You on top next time. I prefer it.”
She giggled, and gently raked her fingers down his broad back. “You gonna make me do all the work?”
“I’d rather you just tell me what to do.”
“Most men don’t want to be topped from the bottom. Bruises their pride.”
“No one has to know.” He pushed up onto his forearms and furrowed his brow. “Right?”
“Right. It’s no one’s business but ours.”
EPILOGUE
A month later, while waiting for a phone call from Alpha, Lisa paced on the patio and wrung her hands. She must have passed by the screen door one time too many, because Colt called out, “Babe, sit.”
She sighed, stomped through the living room, and plopped onto the sofa beside him. He didn’t even look away from his video game—just shook his head. They’d been teaching each other a little something about work-life balance. Lisa was driven to work nonstop, and felt guilty if she didn’t. Colt felt like he was always playing catch-up, and that he owed something to the pack now, so he had been putting in way too many fourteen-hour days. Upon waking that morning, Lisa had rolled toward him—he’d come home in the middle of the night and collapsed into bed without her hearing him—and said, “Let’s be irresponsible today.” They’d gone back to sleep for a couple of hours, and then they did an activity in bed that was a bit more active than sleeping, so they’d finally rolled out of their respective bedsides at around eleven. But without work to do, Lisa was restless. Her sisters were coming, and she’d never been so nervous before.
Colt obviously cleared his game level, because he gave a little fist-pump of jubilation and set down his controller. “Been trying to beat this fucking game for six months. It’s been an obsession. I’m happy it’s dead now. Shit.” He looped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
He smelled so nice—like coffee and wolf and soap. She wanted to make a nest right there on his lap, but she resisted. One thing would lead to another, and he’d end up on his knees watching her stretch a cock ring, and she’d go into that headspace where she paid attention to nothing else but the man in front of her, for as long as he needed it.
“Are you sure your sisters will be okay with sharing a room for the time being?”
All of the wolf houses were pretty compact, and that was by design. They had needed to be constructed quickly. They all had lots picked out elsewhere on the property given to them by the Afótama to build larger homes when they were ready, but at the moment, it wasn’t a pressing concern. They would probably have to give it more thought in the spring.
“They’ll be fine,” she said. “They’ll be happy to just be away from—”
Lisa’s phone chirped, and she bolted upright.
“Answer it, babe.”
“O
kay.” She swallowed hard.
It chirped again.
“You a coward now? For real?”
“Okay. Shit.” She answered, and Adam said a lot of words. The only important ones were that he and his sisters were in the community, and that he was buying them coffee—and that he’d brought some tag-alongs.
“They showed up,” she said, and set down the phone. “They were there at the airport, waiting. I don’t know who arranged it.”
“Who?” Colt furrowed his brow, but Lisa knew that faux confusion all too well. It was the same look he wore when he was trying to earn himself a flogging.
She narrowed her eyes at him. He was so up to something. “Your old alpha’s son. The one you said probably got expelled?”
Colt sat up a little straighter and pushed up an eyebrow. “Yeah? Did he?”
“Apparently, and fairly recently.”
“Who else was there? You said they.”
“Christina’s brother. I guess someone got word to him, too. Adam says he’s squirrelly. Has been on his own for a while.”
“Anton and Darius will probably take him under their wings. Want to hop in the golf cart and go meet them?”
“Dying to.”
“Figured you would be. Give me one more sloppy kiss before we go, though. Who knows when I’ll get to do that again in my own living room?”
“Shush.” She gave him the kiss, smiling as she did it. “And don’t play dumb. You found those wolves.”
He chuckled and scooped her up. “Maybe I did. I work hard when I need to, don’t I?”
“You do.” He proved that again and again. It just went to show that Alpha was right all along. She was the woman Colt needed, and as much so, he was the man she’d wanted. It was a damned sad state of affairs when a wolf assumed that her alpha was useless, and that he’d pair her with a weak man. Wolf culture needed work—change—but she could only do her small part. It started in her home, with her mate, and her family.
Already, her outlook was so much better.
The End
OTHER NORSESTON WOLVES STORIES
Anton’s story is available now.
Darius’s story is available now.
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(reformed sex demons and their shifter friends)
A Demon in Waiting*
A Demoness Matched (Melt My Heart anthology)*
A Demon in Love*
A Demon Found
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ABOUT HOLLEY TRENT
Holley Trent is a Carolina girl gone west. Raised in rural coastal North Carolina, she’s a lady with Southern sensibilities, but in 2011 her adventurous spirit drove her to Colorado for new experiences.
She writes contemporary and paranormal romances ranging from sensual to erotic that are usually set in her home state. Her humor is sometimes subtle, often ribald, and regularly inappropriate. If any of her stories seem overly serious at first glance–keep reading.
She’s a winner of the inaugural CIM-RWA Abalone Award (for My Nora) and a three-time Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence finalist (My Nora, Calculated Exposure, and A Demon in Waiting). A Demon in Waiting was a RomCon Readers’ Crown finalist in 2014.
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COPYRIGHT AND CREDITS
IDLER
Copyright © 2015 by Holley Trent
Cover art credits:
Couple - © Warren Millar (Dollar Photo Club)
Wolf - © adore (Dollar Photo Club)
Copy edits by K. Stein, Missed Period Editing
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IDLER is a work of fiction. Names, places, entities, and scenarios in this book are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.