Kaylie slid her arms along the bed cover until her hands disappeared under one of the pillows. The small change in position lifted her exposed breasts, and to Dean’s baser thinking, up in offering for his hands and mouth to take and enjoy.
“I can be a bit aggressive when I want something. I hope I didn’t offend you,” Kaylie murmured.
Dean let out a snort of laughter. “Because touching your body is repulsive.”
Kaylie shrugged and Dean’s gaze shot down to see her breasts jiggle with the movement. His mouth, dryer than dirt not long ago, watered at the erotic sight. He hissed in a breath. He felt like a randy teen, ogling her rosy brown aureoles and the budded nipples that seemed to tighten further under his heated stare.
Dizzy from the sudden flare of sexual hunger, he reached out and covered one plump breast with his hand, rubbing his thumb over the hardened peak. Kaylie sighed and arched into his touch.
Growling, Dean opened his grasp, just enough to take her nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tight bud and when he drew it between his lips and suckled, she brought her hands down to cup his head, pressing him to her chest.
As if he would ever want to leave this bounty!
One hand braced his weight while the other left her breast to slid slowly down her ribcage, across her trembling belly to cup her hip. He teased her flesh, sensuously tracing his thumb over the silky skin between her thighs. To his delight, Kaylie spread her legs to give him better access.
Unable to deny her, he danced his fingers along her skin, over her mound, and cupped her, grinding the heel of his palm into the swollen knot at the top of her wet slit. Her breath turned ragged and she pushed against his hand, her body wiggling as if to get him into a better position.
The pounding of his heart grew furious, causing his hand to tremble when he used two fingers to open the delicate folds of her pussy. His middle finger shot out and stroked her clit in unsteady circles. She gave a sharp cry and her hips bucked up. His fingers flexed up and down, coaxing more wetness from her core. His eyes wanted to cross at the bliss. “You’re so soft here,” his voice was harsh, raspy. He dipped one finger inside her sheath to the first knuckle and then withdrew. “And so fucking tight here.” On the next thrust he filled her. This time when he pulled the digit back he twisted his wrist so he touched every nerve ending he could reach. Her inner muscles tightened around his finger, as if trying to hold him in place, and she continued to meet him thrust for thrust.
The throbbing pressure built inside him, threatening his control. From his position, head at her breast, eyes looking down the soft curves and hollows of her body, he watched his hand playing her flesh. He could not only scent her arousal, he saw it glistening on his fingers with every plunge into her eager body. It was all so damn erotic. Turning her on was driving his desire to the boiling point.
“Kiss me,” she demanded
Unable to do less than what she desired, he snaked one arm under her neck, holding her in place. Then he licked a hot path from her breast, up and over the fluttering pulse on her neck, and finally took her lips in a fierce kiss.
“I want you to come, Kaylie.” Because if she didn’t soon, he would, and once again shame himself as an inconsiderate lover. His voice grew rough. “Come for me.”
“And I want you inside me. I need to feel you inside me, Dean. Please.”
He wanted to howl. Yes, he wanted to bury his aching cock inside her more than he wanted his next breath. But … “I don’t know how long I’ll last, sweetheart.” He nuzzled her ear. “You feel too damn good.”
“I don’t mind trying.” Her hands tunneled under his shirt, stroking his hot flesh. He rose up, throwing his head back, his eyes snapping shut. Her touch was electric, making him tremble violently.
“I want you so damn much.” Too tame, those words, for what he felt. He needed her, ached for her. His free hand clenched into a fist, grasping the bed cover as if trying to hold on to some sanity.
“Then take me,” her voice was low, throaty, and so damn sexy it finally spurred him to action.
Carefully pulling his fingers free from her wet clasp, he ripped off his clothes and tossed them heedlessly over his shoulders. Then he yanked open the top drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a box of unopened condoms. A box he’d purchased Thursday night in preparation for more exotic adventures with Kaylie.
Only, the fucking box wouldn’t open!
Claws sprung from his fingertips and fangs popped out of his gums as rage at the inanimate object reared to life. In less than a second he’d shredded the box.
“Stop.”
At Kaylie’s quiet command he froze. Oh, hell no. Really? Was the witch trying to kill him? “Stop?”
Kaylie smiled at his disbelieving tone. “Easy there big boy. The box never did anything to you.”
Dean huffed in a breath, already calming “That’s what you think.” He spied an intact foil packet, and then glanced down at his hands. Claws were good for tearing, not so good for rolling on a condom.
He was mentally cursing his loss of temper when Kaylie plucked the foil up, tore it open and reached for his rigid shaft. On her knees she stroked him lightly, tormenting him, pleasing him for a few brief moments before sheathing him. Then she twined her arms around his neck and aligned her body to his. “It’s all good. I’m still here, and I still want you.”
He didn’t want to touch her, terrified his claws might hurt her. So he kissed her, thrusting his tongue between her lips, urging her back to the heights of passion.
Kaylie reached for his hands and drew them around her body. “Touch me.” When Dean resisted she added, “You won’t hurt me, Dean. I’m your mate.”
Whether because of her words or her total acceptance of who and what he was, something suddenly happened inside him. He couldn’t have described it for the world. But whatever it was had his claws retracting just as he touched the twin globes of her ass. His fangs faded back into their sockets, and he pressed her close.
With a growl he pushed his legs between hers and eased her back down on the mattress, following, one hand holding their weight, until he lay over her, on her, pressed her into the soft bed. A stunned sense of relief mixed with roaring desire filled him at her sigh of pleasure. She wasn’t repulsed or scared by his loss of control. With a few words and gentle caresses she’d brought him back from the brink.
Her took her mouth with purpose, thrusting his tongue in deep, sucking at her lips. His hips mimicked the motion and his cock unerringly found the wet slit of her body, slipping with ease along the soft folds, but not entering her. As the scent of her arousal grew, his body tightened with tension.
Take what belongs to you. Possess her completely.
Not completely. He couldn’t. But he could fill her completely, and give her pleasure like no one ever had.
Easing down her body he closed his mouth around a breast, swirling the nipple with his tongue. One hand drifted down over her body to replace his cock. One finger slid in with ease, and then two. He rubbed his face against her breasts, breathing deep as he made sure she was ready for him, fucking her with his fingers. A haze covered his eyes, blood roared in his ears. The feel of her plush wetness clenching on his fingers was driving him out of his mind. Again.
He jerked up on his knees, dragging her willing body up until each leg draped over his thighs. Perfect.
He was so hard he didn’t need to use his hand to guide his aching erection into her. All he needed to do was thrust. At the first breach of her body she let out a low moan of pleasure, and Dean let one out of pained frustration. Every hair on his body stood on end. Her pussy was like a fucking light socket, sending a scorching current of heat and electricity from his cock to every extremity and back again. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. And he wanted more.
“Deeper.” He demanded, working his shaft slowly inside her, inch by slow, thrusting, inch. When he was seated to the hilt, he ground against her, his hips undulating into the
swollen folds.
Kaylie arched up. “Oh, God. Yes. That’s so good, Dean.”
Holding her hips immobile, Dean bucked hard and fast into her. Over and over again, her whimpers and cries for more ratcheted up his need with every forceful thrust. Her breasts bounced each time skin slapped skin, and his eyes focused on the tight points, wet from his mouth.
His body was on fire. Sweat ran in rivulets down his back and temples. Thoughts grew dim as the pleasure increased. Her nails dug into his forearms sending little darts of pain to heighten the exquisite experience. His voice was rough, guttural as he hissed out, “Not gonna last, Kaylie.” He cursed. She was so wet his cock pumped into her tight sheath with mind-numbing bliss. “Fuck, Kaylie. I’m going to come. Do you want that?” Shifting his gaze he saw her eyes were shuttered. “Look at me,” he ordered.
When her eyes opened he saw they were glazed with pleasure. He knew that look, knew she was close. But not as close as he was. Too close to losing control of everything. Her heart was racing, the wild pulse at her throat beckoning, and his instincts were screaming at him to sink his fangs in the soft skin where her shoulder met her neck and mark her as his forever.
Fighting against the need to swoop down and do just that, he rose higher on his knees, angling her body like a bow. One arm slid under her waist to support and hold her immobile. The new position eased the temptation for fang penetration, and heightened his arousal by adding a sense of dominance, knowing Kaylie was near helpless to move on her own, and totally dependent on him to give her what she needed. It also caused his shaft to rub harder against the front of her sheath, an exquisitely sensitive spot that wrenched a choked cry from Kaylie. Her hands were now grasping the bedding, her head slightly up as she took in the sight of his cock, glistening from her juices, sliding in and out of her pussy. Watching Kaylie watch him feed her his raging erection was beyond erotic, but despite the orgasm bearing down on him, her release came first. A mate’s pleasure always came first. He planted his free hand on her navel, slipping his thumb through her drenched folds to her clit. All the while he kept her eyes prisoner. “Do you want that sweetheart? Do you want me to come inside you?”
“Y-yes.” She panted out.
Snarls erupted from his throat even as he continued to plunge between her thighs. Delicate muscles tightened around his pulsing cock and another snarl escaped, this one in approval. “Yes. Like that. Tighten around my cock. Grip me hard and don’t let go. Never let go.”
He flicked his wrist, circling his thumb hard and fast against the knot of nerves that made her twist and arch in abandon under him. His hips moved faster, blurring with motion as he fucked her with everything he had. He knew he was being rough but he couldn’t stop driving into her. His control was gone, there was nothing left but a rutting beast. “Come for me.” His voice was no longer his own and his body shook violently. “Yield to me.”
Just when Dean didn’t think he could possibly fight back his release a second longer, Kaylie screamed, her shoulders lifting completely off the mattress as her back arched even farther. Her thighs clenched and spread wider to take his engorged shaft deeper into her spasming pussy.
With a twisted groan, Dean followed, shouting out as he came, his seed pumping from his body in hard, searing waves of ecstasy. Yet when he’d finished, he couldn’t seem to stop thrusting, She was his haven, and he never wanted to leave.
Finally he collapsed over her. Her soft breasts were molded to his chest and he felt a sense of … hell, he didn’t know what he felt. Only that it was damn good. Beyond sated and unable to hold back his thoughts, he murmured against her neck. “Want to be here forever.”
Even as he savored her scent, her heat, the gentle way she cradled his body with hers, a sudden surge of possessiveness took root. He knew he was perilously close to blowing his sense of right and wrong to hell and claiming her as his forever. The thought of another man in this very position, taking, tasting what belonged to Dean, caused a red haze of to form over his mind. Unbidden, his arms slipped under her body to hold her tighter, as if keeping another from whisking her away. Her breath fanned over his ear and cascaded down his cheek and jaw. Somehow that soft caress of air seemed more intimate than the fact they were still joined. The sense of contentment that swept through him was new, and vaguely worrisome. Keeping his emotions at bay was what he needed to do, but every time they came together he could feel his rigid barriers crack just a bit more.
Suddenly he needed space, needed to breathe in something other than Kaylie’s bewitching scent. While he was reluctant to leave the haven of her body, he needed to distance himself for his own peace of mind. Carefully, he freed his cock from her warmth and rolled over onto his back.
As if sensing his withdrawal, Kaylie didn’t move to nestle against him, which both pleased and upset him. Totally illogical.
Christ, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. This mating heat is making me fucking crazy.
Even as he lay silent and still, he felt Kaylie’s eyes on him. Then she moved. Away from him. He slitted his eyes to watch her slip off the bed and pad, beautifully naked, to the bathroom. He heard the toilet flush, a cabinet door open, and then running water. When she returned she held a washcloth and a hand-towel.
Dean didn’t say a word as she came to him, only raised an eyebrow in question. It was the most he could do, mesmerized by the sight of her swaying hips and her bare breasts that jiggled with every step.
She curled one leg up under her as she sat next to him on the bed. Then she reached out and removed the spent condom. The washcloth turned out to be warm and wet. Though not nearly as blissful a feeling as her body, his heart gave a jerk as she cleaned him up and dried him off.
She tossed the towels to the end of the bed and looked back at him, a mischievous little smile on her lips. “It’s my turn now.”
* * * *
Dean felt a sense of emptiness when he woke early the next morning, and he knew instantly that Kaylie was gone. But not gone long. The sheets were still warm from where she’d lain next to him, her scent lingering, sweet and arousing.
Why should he feel empty, disappointed? Surely not because he wanted to wake to her sleepy smile or feel her snuggle against him? He’d never desired that with another woman. Granted, Kaylie wasn’t like other women, and their joining last night, and the Thursday before, had been more explosive, and yes, more emotional, than any previous sexual encounter. But why?
Because Kaylie was his mate. Because, in all male honesty, he wanted her. So much that he once again felt trapped in a cage. But this time the cage was built by his own limitations, his own demands, his own sense of honor. Because she was gone, and he wanted to hold her in his arms, feel her soft body mold to his. He wanted to drink in her scent, run his fingers through her silky hair and make love to her again, so very slowly this time.
Swearing, Dean shoved the palms of his hands over his eyes. He should be grateful she was gone. That she’d taken their brief night of passion with such casual ease that she could leave him without even a goodbye. But he wasn’t grateful. Not by a long shot. He wanted her here, right next to him with a longing that bordered on pain.
Edgy from that uncomfortable feeling, Dean tossed the sheet aside, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. Nearly seven. So Kaylie hadn’t run away like a thief in the night. With the blackout curtains over the windows in his bedroom he couldn’t tell night from day. Maybe she would have stayed if she hadn’t already made plans. Plans that included him.
Despite the few hours of sleep he’d had, he felt, maybe not energized, but renewed. Eager to face the day and Kaylie. Even if it meant spending time in a dank cave.
It wasn’t until he was in the shower that he realized that last night was the first time in a long time that he hadn’t been plagued with nightmares or woken to a pounding heart and feelings of anger or regret. No. What he was was horny. He reached down with soapy hands and palmed his hard cock, the hot spray from the showerhead beating on his back. E
ven taking Kaylie twice last night, this morning really, he wanted her again. Wanted to feel her warm, wet pussy welcoming his penetration. The way her inner muscles fluttered around him when she came was pure magic and remembering, he brought himself to orgasm in under a minute.
While the tension that burned inside eased a bit, the release wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. He wanted Kaylie, and he could have her, if only for a short time. He needed to remind himself of that. Kaylie couldn’t be his permanently, but she was his for now, and recalling their bet, she wanted him to act as a true mate.
His wolf prowled just under his skin, and Dean growled in agreement and anticipation. Kaylie wanted him to act as a mate. And this wolf wanted its mate. He was a predator, stealthy and strong. And suddenly, spending time in a dank, dark cave with Kaylie was no longer undesirable.
Chapter Twelve
Kaylie wasn’t sure how she would act when—if? —Dean arrived at her house ready to head off to Everett Tours. Hell, she hadn’t even known if he would show. He’d had a long day yesterday. Granted, so had she, helping him in the kitchen after a full day’s work. But Dean had been very physical last night.
Kaylie shivered under the hot spray of the shower remembering all the things he’d done to her last night. Her body had responded to every touch. Even now, when she should be sated, she could feel herself grow damp. She knew a chunk of her physical arousal was due to the mating heat, but how much, she wasn’t sure. It shouldn’t affect any emotional connection, but she was quite aware that more than her body was engaged every time he was near. He’d struck a cord with her the very first time she’d seen him all those years ago, and being home had only made that thread thicker with every encounter. She was very much afraid she was going to end up tangled in knots by the time this mating heat passed. And she was terrified she would be able to do nothing but watch Dean walk away.
She groaned at the direction her mind was taking and roughly turned off the faucets. After sneaking in the house fifteen minutes ago she’d hopped in the shower and, with regret, washed away all the evidence of their love-making. She dried off and then dressed in jeans and a tank top and covered that with a snug, long-sleeved but thin pull-over shirt. She tossed a sweatshirt on the bed, which she would don just prior to leaving. For now, despite the morning chill still lingering in the house, she was warm enough that she could manage without the extra material. The mating heat was keeping her body temperature higher than normal.
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