Conner's Wolf

by Jory Strong

  His hips bucked and he surrendered a sound of pleasure, then a second. The roar of lust drowning out all possible conversation except the one being conducted by their bodies, and that one was simple.

  His abdomen went taut when her hands left his nipples. His balls pulled tight as she grabbed his shirt and jerked it upward, ripping it from his jeans as if nothing less than the feel of bare skin would satisfy her.

  White heat filled his head when her fingers found his belt buckle. He nearly helped her free his cock. Might have if he hadn’t been afraid he’d come the instant her fist closed around him. She’d turned his dick into a battering ram against the front of his jeans.

  Panting, he ended the kiss, satisfaction coming at seeing desire mirrored in her expression. “Let’s take this inside.”

  The night air and hurried walk to her room cleared his head enough to remember the answers he’d been after. But the minute they were inside and he’d pinned her against the door, he knew he didn’t have the self-discipline to get all of them before fucking her.

  He settled on getting the one answer that had a chance of dousing the lust like a drop into frigid waters. “Tell me you’re not involved in anything illegal,” he said. But even then he denied her the opportunity to do it by covering her mouth with his, the thrust and retreat of his tongue a prelude to ramming his cock into her slit.

  “I’m not,” she told him when the need for breath forced him to relinquish her lips.

  “Good.”

  Her nipples were hard-tipped, touched to his chest in aggressive demand. He took her mouth again in a series of searing kisses, tugged her dark tank top from the waistband of jeans that looked poured on, emphasizing long legs and a great ass.

  She ground her cunt against his erection as his hands slid underneath the tank and up her sides, then over to cover her breasts. “Is this the way you usually interrogate your female prisoners, Conner?”

  Her voice was husky, breathless with desire. He laughed and it earned him a nip to his bottom lip, followed by the soothing lick of her tongue.

  “Is that how you see yourself? Prisoners usually wear restraints.”

  Lust shot downward at the image of her bound to the bed, a willing participant in a bondage game where he was the dominant and she was the submissive.

  His cock jerked, wetting the tip with arousal, the foreskin retracting just enough to make him feel like an alpha dog about to mount a willing female. He panted, silently cursing the possibility he might actually start humping against her.

  It didn’t stop him from turning her, forcing her hands up and against the wood of the door. “Prisoners get put in this stance,” he said, pushing his hands under her tank again, smoothing upward over a taut abdomen to cup her breasts, to brush his thumbs over rigid nipples.

  He kissed her neck, bit, his cock spasming as she moaned and ground against him, sending a fresh wave of fantasy searing through him. Her scent making him think of a dappled forest and a vigorous, uninhibited mating, of her on her hands and knees, while he covered and thrust inside her.

  She’d started this with her mention of interrogation. He decided to use it. “Give me something.”

  Answers, he meant.

  She said, “Let’s get naked and we can give each other something.”

  “Fuck!”

  “In a word. Yeah.”

  Maybe it’d take a good fucking to clear his head and get her to cooperate. He jerked the tank up and off, tossing it to the floor.

  The bra followed and her back arched when he cupped her breasts. He licked her earlobe, sucked it as he rubbed his palms over her nipples and imagined latching on to them with his mouth.

  Khemirra closed her eyes in ecstasy. His touch and dominance were intoxicating. Every lick, every bite and suck ratcheted up the desire to have him inside her. The wolf wanted him as badly as the woman did.

  She kept her hands against the door, using it as a brace as she pressed her buttocks against a penis swollen with need. She could smell his arousal, the scent of it adding to the bouquet that was uniquely, intriguingly him.

  Her panties were wet with need, her folds swollen and flushed, her channel clenching and unclenching in anticipation of being filled. She wanted to see him, taste him. Hoped that when she knelt in front of him she’d find him uncircumcised, raw and natural as a man was meant to be, as a Were male would be.

  The muscles of her abdomen quivered as a hand left her breast, traveling downward in a petting caress that had her unsnapping her jeans, unzipping them before he reached the waistband.

  “That’s right, baby, make yourself ready for me.”

  Her womb fluttered at the tone of his voice. It was little more than a deep rumble, the sound of an alpha male sure of his prowess when it came to delivering pleasure.

  She widened her stance, opening herself to him, offering him greater access. His moan was her reward, heated breath followed by the feel of his teeth on her shoulder.

  “Touch me, Conner,” she said, covering his hand with hers, urging him those last few inches.

  Strong, masculine fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panties, gliding over the soft down of pubic hair to find her engorged clit and capture it. Her hips bucked, her body answering the command inherent with each stroke, each squeeze and tug, each foray over swollen, parted labia to thrust into her slit.

  Primitive satisfaction surged through her at the sound of his ragged breathing, his hoarse, “I want inside you. Deep and hard, with nothing between us. Tell me it’s safe.”

  The wolf shivered with joy at the prospect of feeling the heated throb of an unsheathed penis and the hot splash of seed. The woman wanted the same, at least with this particular man.

  “It’s safe,” she told him, having the advantage of knowing when she ovulated because of the wolf.

  Conner wanted to jerk her jeans down and get inside her. Instead he forced himself to step backward, some part of him wanting her to see him before he took her.

  She turned and his gaze went to her breasts, the screaming of his cock suddenly secondary to the hunger to capture a large, dark nipple between his lips and suck.

  “Change your mind?” she asked. Provocative. Daring him. Her hands going to her breasts, cupping and lifting, nearly making him come when her tongue darted out, caressing the puckered areola and turning it into a wet invitation he had no power to resist.

  He crowded her against the door, holding her wrists to the wood to prevent her from wresting any more of his control away from him.

  “I intend to put my mouth on every inch of you before morning,” he said, taking her lips first. Thrusting, savoring, tormenting them both by delaying.

  She was whimpering by the time he kissed downward, her skin darker than his, erotic in texture and taste and scent. He left his mark where her neck and shoulder met, then another on the slope of her breast before capturing a nipple.

  He laved, sucked at first one breast and then the other. Her cries of pleasure pouring molten fire into his bloodstream, telling him he could make her come then and there if he chose to.

  The knowledge had his testicles pulling tight in a burning warning he didn’t ignore. He broke all contact with her, hand going to the front of his jeans, gripping his cock in a desperate bid to gain control of himself.

  “Strip,” he ordered.

  Her smile was an invitation to use force though she didn’t delay long enough to make it necessary. He memorized the sight of her peeling skintight jeans off, taking panties with them, her shoes already kicked off. Christ she was beautiful, the reality even better than his fantasies.

  “Your turn,” she said, stepping into his space, daring him with her expression to let her undress him.

  Finger by finger he released his dick before removing the shoulder rig with the 9mm in it and setting it on the floor. Willing himself to remain steady as she unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down.

  When she would have explored his chest with her hands, he
grabbed her wrists and denied her. “No.”

  “No?” Her mouth touched his nipple before he could stop her, her tongue sending a jolt of heat down the length of his cock.

  In desperation he carried her hands to the waistband of his jeans and her attention went with them. She undid snap and zipper, pushed jeans and Jockeys downward until they fell to his ankles and he toed his shoes off, freeing himself from the constraint of clothing.

  The expression on her face told him she liked what she saw. He moaned when she cupped his testicles with one hand while the other captured his cock, sliding up and down his shaft, her grip tight enough to turn fist and foreskin into a satin channel for his penis.

  Desire intensified with each stroke. A bombardment of sensation making thought impossible.

  His buttocks clenched as he speared the fingers of one hand through her hair, drawing her to him for a kiss as the other covered hers, forcing her grip to tighten on his shaft, slowing, finally stopping the movement.

  “Much more and I’m going to coat your belly with come,” he warned.

  “You can do that another time if you want.”

  A shudder went through him, raw desire and shock at how much the idea of it turned him on. “Assume the position, Khemirra.”

  Her smile was a wicked flash of white. “Next time I get to be the cop and you get to be the bad, bad prisoner.”

  His cock jerked, more arousal leaking from its tip. He wasn’t sure he’d survive to play another round of cop and prisoner with her.

  She braced her hands against the door and spread her legs, standing far enough away from it he could see her slit and the wet, swollen folds of her cunt. Possessiveness settled on him with a silent snarl and gained a firmer grip as he touched his cock head to her opening.

  It was a struggle not to thrust all the way in, a fight to keep from closing his eyes at the rush of pleasure. He sank into her one slow inch at a time, savoring the sensation and memorizing the sight of his cock entering her. She was so hot and tight, making him work for it with the clenching of her channel, making it impossible to remain still, even if she’d allow it.

  She didn’t. Her movements demanded he keep his promise to take her hard and deep.

  He obeyed, hips pistoning, her slick inner muscles clamping down on him, an exquisite fist opening and closing, delivering pleasure so extreme it consumed him in merciless white heat. Allowed him only enough free will to find her clit and ensure her release before the ruthless grip of her channel forced the seed from his body in a hot rush to mind-blowing ecstasy.

  If she hadn’t been braced against the door, he might have collapsed to the floor and taken her with him. He leaned against her, chest pressed to her back and eyes closed.

  “Am I going to need to call the paramedics here?” she asked.

  He managed a smile against her neck. “Give me a minute then you can use mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to revive me.”

  “Mouth-to-mouth? Or mouth-to-dick?”

  The thought of the second energized him enough to stand upright, to snag his shoulder rig before guiding her to the bed for a horizontal collapse. He positioned her back against his chest, locking her to him with a draped arm and a leg over hers.

  A warm breeze drifted over his skin and the cop in him took charge, noting the open window and the single change of clothing tossed onto the scarred desk. He could hear the hum of air-conditioning going full blast in the rooms on either side of them, but like her, he preferred fresh air, even if it came with sultry, Southern heat.

  He nuzzled her ear, the smooth curve of her buttocks against his cock starting to revive it. “You going to make this easy on both of us and tell me who you’re running from? Or am I going to have to get tough?”

  Khemirra laughed. Damn if he wasn’t irresistible despite the subject he seemed determined to pursue.

  She shifted position so she was on her back, smiling with feminine pleasure when his eyes went instantly to her breasts and darkened with desire. She couldn’t help herself, playing with him was too much fun. She touched her forefinger to a nipple, circling it lazily as she asked, “Like what you see, Conner?”

  He rose onto an elbow and leaned over, taking the nipple between his lips, lashing it with his tongue and sending molten need straight to her cunt before he began sucking.

  His hand followed the wave of heated desire, smoothing over her belly before capturing her swollen clit, squeezing and stroking until she was lifting her hips off the mattress, pleading for more of the pleasure she already knew he was capable of delivering.

  He cupped her mound but withheld the penetration of his fingers. Scorched her with the heat of his palm, enthralled her with the rub of it against the tiny head of her clit.

  She moaned as he increased the pressure, the hard pull of his mouth on her nipple translating into a hungry throb in her clit, to the building need to come. She widened her legs and canted her hips in a silent demand for him to make her climax. He lifted his hand and she tried to follow it, her breath catching in protest, and then in shocked pleasure when his hand returned, giving a sharp spank to her cunt and clit.

  His mouth left her breast, his face returning to hover inches above hers so he could watch her expression. He delivered a second carnal punishment before once again cupping her mound with his hand, trapping the flushed heat of need and the memory of his dominance there.

  “Who are you running from and why?”

  He was as bad as a wolf with a bone though unfortunately for her, the smile that thought brought gained her the minute rub of his palm over her clit and the intense desire to submit if it meant he’d cover her and fill her with his cock again.

  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

  “Try me.”

  She was tempted, more than she would have thought possible, but she remained silent.

  “Tell me,” Conner said against her mouth as though sensing weakness.

  His voice was pure honey, and the sweet glide of his fingers over arousal-slick folds was nearly enough to make her comply. She might have, except for the protectiveness gathered in the wolf’s heart and spinning outward into the woman’s.

  She licked his bottom lip, nibbled before sucking it gently. “I need until morning to think about it. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

  The answer both pleased and irritated him. She read it in his face and scent.

  “Nothing’s going to happen to me, I’m a cop.”

  A homicide cop. Not exactly what she wanted to be reminded of at the moment.

  She slipped her tongue into his mouth and coaxed his out to play. Found a tiny nipple and stroked it with her fingertip, feeling a throb go through his cock where it pressed to her thigh, nearly hardened again but not completely.

  The prospect of finding her scent, her taste on him appealed to the wolf. “Let me think about it, Conner,” she said, giving a subtle push to his chest, a silent request for him to go backward. Giving a slow suck to his tongue before adding, “Right now I have some resuscitating to do.”

  He didn’t want to let it go but years of interviewing people told him to back off for now. Or so he told himself, unsure which head was really doing the talking with Khemirra’s mouth heading in the direction of his cock.

  He’d be rock hard before she reached it, though he’d die a slow, agonizing death before he’d tell her that her efforts to revive him were unnecessary. Not when the feel of her lips on his nipple only hinted at the pleasure to come.

  His hips lifted off the mattress when she sucked, pulling a stark confession from him. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since that day in the park.”

  He felt her smile against his skin, followed by the caress of her tongue and heat of her breath when she released his nipple to say, “Wondering if I had the same problem?”

  A howl of protest came from his dick when she reversed directions, kissing upward instead of continuing downward. She rose to straddle him and he found intense pleasure
in the sight of her above him, her face and breasts, the flat belly and small triangle of pubic hair, the rich natural caramel of her thighs against his sun-darkened skin.

  A rush of heated blood surged into his cock. The press of her parted cunt lips to it silenced its scream for her mouth, replacing it with the desperate need to feel her tight channel.

  He moaned when she reached down, capturing his cock and guiding it to her opening. His hips jerked up, his body hers to command. He had no problem with her taking the dominant position, not when he’d dreamed of her riding him like this, taking all of him in a slow slide to pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced with another woman.

  He covered her breasts with his hands, loving the way she gave him some of her weight, matched her strength to his, her eyes partially closed and her back arching, making him think of a cat purring with satisfaction, stirring him, challenging him to add to her pleasure.

  He captured her nipples, loving their size and darkness, the way they hardened so readily, leaving no doubt about his effect on her. He squeezed and tugged, twisted, his actions timed to her up-and-down slide on his shaft.

  She rewarded him by moving faster, with the clamp and release of her channel. By changing the angle so her clit struck him. And he countered, thrusting hard and deep as his fingers tightened, blending pleasure with pain.

  “Come for me, baby.”

  She obeyed, crying out in release, the grip of her sheath demanding the same of him. He came, the force and length of it leaving his head humming in a buzz of blissful exhaustion and masculine satisfaction.

  He smiled at the feel of her draped along his length like a hot blanket. Wrapping his arms around her to keep her in place, he said, “We talk tomorrow.”

  Maybe, Khemirra thought.

  Chapter Three

  Khemirra woke late and knew it was early afternoon by the quality of light and air coming in through the open window. She was still partially draped over Conner, his skin warm against hers, his scent more intoxicating today than it had been yesterday.