Wild Fire (Wilding Pack Wolves 5) - New Adult Paranormal Romance

by Alisa Woods

  Truthfully, he was the only man she’d ever even considered.

  And now she wanted him like nothing else.

  He slipped his hand down from its fervent grasping of her breast to the raging heat between her legs. She gasped as his fingers seemed to wrench pleasure out of her immediately.

  “Oh, God, Zoe,” he panted in her ear. His hand was fisted in her hair, holding her head to the side to get access to her neck, which he was feasting on. Her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest with each nip. “You’re so wet for me.”

  Then he slid a finger inside her, and a shudder ran the full length of her body in response. She expected it to feel strange or uncomfortable, maybe, but not this—not this body-rippling pleasure that seemed to spark everywhere he touched her, but especially there. His hand cupped her sex, his finger sliding in and out, the heel of his hand grinding against her most sensitive part—hell, her whole body had turned into one, giant sensitive part. Everywhere he touched—from his lips on her breast to his hand on her back to the fingers, now two, sliding in and out of her—was crackling with pure sparks of pleasure. Even where his bare chest moved against hers as he laid her back on the bed, still working her body, seemed to light a small fire wherever he touched her.

  “Troy,” she gasped as his hand picked up the pace. She grabbed at his shoulders, holding on and letting her knees fall open, giving him more room to move.

  He groaned, and his hand slid up into her hair again, angling her head so he could claim her mouth. His tongue probed wicked circles against hers as his fingers thrust inside her, and all she could do was hold on and moan into him. A knot of tension low in her belly was building and building, and then suddenly a rush of pleasure surged up and crested—it was so fast, her body was convulsing against him before she knew what was happening. He released her mouth, and she gasped out Oh God, Oh God, again and again, as the pleasure rippled through her.

  When she could finally focus again, Troy’s eyes were alight. His grin would have made her flush with embarrassment for all her crying out, but she was already ashamed of having come so quickly. Troy still had his pants on, for God’s sake. Weren’t they supposed to come together? Wasn’t there some kind of rule about that?

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, still trying to catch her breath. Her body hummed with pleasure, not least because Troy’s fingers were still slowly stroking her.

  “Sorry?” he asked, incredulous. “What on earth for?”

  “My body went too quickly,” she said, barely able to force the words out.

  He tucked his face into her chest and chuckled lightly against her skin.

  Oh, great. He was laughing at her.

  She tried to shove him away, but he wasn’t letting her go anywhere.

  Then he picked his head up and those green eyes blazed at her. “If you’ll let me, I plan to make your body go again, several more times before we’re done.”

  Several? Oh God… She swallowed. “Okay.”

  He grinned that wicked smile again, then slid down the length of her body. Before she realized where he was going or what he planned when he got there, he already had his mouth on her sex.

  “Oh!” she gasped, half sitting up and trying to stop him.

  But then his tongue met her flesh, and she gasped again, this time with the extreme spark of pleasure it sent through her. She held onto his shoulders because she suddenly felt light-headed, and as he worked her sensitive parts, only this time with his tongue instead of his fingers, she fell back on the bed and simply moaned.

  Any embarrassment about his face being between her legs vanished under the tsunami of pleasure he was unleashing in her. It was like every lick and nibble and nudge was laced with a magical energy that charged every last pleasure nerve she had. In no time, she was clutching at his head, urging him on. The pressure built again, fast like before, and rocketed up through her… she bucked with the force of her orgasm as it rippled through her, head to toe, hot and heavy under his incessant attentions.

  When his mouth finally left her, she was somehow limp on the bed and completely floating at the same time. She’d never experienced anything like it in her life—the simple stress-relief orgasms she’d managed to work up with her vibrator and her hand were nothing, nothing, compared to this. If that was a bright spot in her day, this was a fucking supernova.

  “God, Zoe, I need to be inside you.” Troy had stood up from the bed and was yanking desperately at the buttons on his jeans.

  More? She was so light-headed and dazed she wasn’t even sure she understood him properly. But when he dropped his pants, and his cock stood out, hard and thick, from his body, it was very, very clear what he meant. Her eyes bugged out a little—he was so big.

  A sudden ripple of concern chased away some of the haze. “I don’t know…”

  He was climbing on the bed, sliding his hands deliciously up her body. His cock felt even larger as it pressed against her leg when leaned down to kiss her. “I could just give you orgasms all day. That’s definitely an option.” He smiled in a playful way that banished her concern. “But I’m dying here, Zo. You’re so beautiful and sexy and… just, what is that thing that happens when we touch?”

  She wasn’t quite sure what he meant. “You mean that… spark?”

  “Yes,” he breathed. “You feel it, don’t you?”

  “Yeah.” And she did. Although she’d thought it was just that she wasn’t used to anyone touching her, not that way. “Do you think it’s magic?”

  He nodded. “Maybe.” He bit his lip and let his gaze drop to her breasts. “Whatever it is, it fucking rocks. And I want more.” His gaze worked back up to hers and softened from the hard-blazing lust of a moment before. “I’ll be gentle, Zo, I promise. Let me love you. You deserve everything right and good in the world. Let me show you what you’re missing before you throw it all away.”

  She wasn’t even sure she could come again, but that didn’t matter. He wanted this badly, and she wanted to send that same surge of pleasure through him that he’d already given her. Twice.

  She reached up to take his face in both her hands. “Make love to me,” she whispered.

  His eyes hooded, and he moved along her body, covering it with his and positioning himself at her entrance. Too late, she remembered she should have said fuck me or have sex with me, but even in her mind, those didn’t feel right for what they were doing. Troy wasn’t just fucking her. Or if he was… she had no idea how it could be more like lovemaking. He was so tender and loving and gentle. And if this was “just sex” she couldn’t imagine what it would be like if they were in love. If she let herself fall in love.

  Or if they were mates.

  He was breathing hard, his cock poised at her entrance, but not yet taking her. “Are you okay?” he asked. So gentle. So kind.

  She nodded.

  He eased into her.

  Her mouth fell open, and for a moment, her breath froze in her chest. He was so large. He filled her and opened her up in a way that left her breathless. And he kept going and going, deeper and deeper inside her until she wasn’t sure she could take all of him in.

  But then he stopped, sunk fully.

  He’d dropped his head, his lips near hers. “Jesus, Zo, you’re tight.”

  She could barely breathe, much less speak. But she managed to eek out, “Is that good?” She didn’t want it to be bad for him, not when it had been so good for her.

  “Oh God, yes.” He pulled back to look into her eyes. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded. Already she could feel her body relaxing a little. And there was this sudden urge to move. Her hips bucked up into him without her permission, aching for movement.

  A growl reverberated in his chest. He pulled back and then eased into her again slowly. The pleasure of that had her clawing at his back.

  “You like that?” he asked, a small amount of humor in his voice, but mostly it was husky and growling like his wolf was halfway out.

  “Yes!�
� she ground out, bucking against him to move again.

  This time, he pulled back and thrust in fast.

  The pleasure of that momentarily whited out her brain.

  She may have screamed.

  Troy definitely moaned into her—she felt it shaking her body.

  Then he did it again and again, picking up speed and thrusting harder and deeper with each stroke. Her legs were wrapped around his back—she was pretty sure that was true because her ankles kept banging against his gorgeous rear end—but everything in her body was buzzing with so much pleasure that she could barely feel anything but Troy’s cock filling her again and again. The tightness that she felt before each orgasm was building and building, harder and tighter than before, and she was sure she would die before she actually reached the climax of it.

  Troy was grunting and moaning. Then he changed his angle slightly and suddenly he was going even deeper.

  She cried out at the sudden reach.

  “Come for me, Zoe,” he ground out, his voice tight and commanding.

  The thrill of that command, the pounding that filled her, and sweet kiss he planted on her cheek while whispering need-filled curses and her name… it tipped her over the edge and right into an orgasm that wrecked her, body and soul. She bucked against him, her body unleashed from any control she might have had over it. Troy groaned even louder then stilled deep inside her. She could feel his release, pumping deep and hot into her. His body shuddered with it, intimately connected to hers, held tight together by their hot and sweet lovemaking.

  Even as they started to come down, she still felt the magical sparks everywhere they touched—his whisper kisses on her face, his hand on her breast, his cock still buried deep inside her. When finally, even the slowed-down kisses faded, Troy eased out of her and slumped on the bed next to her.

  “Holy shit,” he breathed.

  Her body was completely buzzed with pleasure—she could barely move it—and when she did, a delicious soreness between her legs made itself known. But mostly she missed having Troy there. She rolled to her side, laying her hand on the broad muscles of his chest, which was still heaving up and down as he caught his breath.

  “Was it good for you?” she asked. She prayed it was even half as good for him as it was for her.

  He picked his head up to give her a look like she was bat-shit insane. Then he let it fall back down again and spoke to the ceiling. “Wow. That’s all I have to say.” But then he pulled her closer so she was leaning on his chest, and he could peer into her eyes. His hands explored her hair. “I don’t know if that sparking business is your wolf or your inner witch or just the fact that you’re so fucking hot, but it’s like making love to the sun. I’ve never felt anything like it. Please tell me we can do that again.”

  She smiled. “I thought we were just having sex.”

  He looked at her like she was crazy again. “I know you haven’t had sex before, but Zoe, my love, that was not just having sex.”

  This made her glow inside.

  He rolled her over so that now he was on top, his gorgeous naked body sliding against hers. “Now tell me we can do this again… or you’re going to break my heart.”

  She smiled wider. There was probably some reason why she shouldn’t make love again to Troy Hartman, but for the life of her, she couldn’t think what it would be.

  “Well, I did fail to specify how many times up front.”

  His green eyes blazed, then he kissed her, again and again, on the cheeks and lips and even her nose. Each touch was like a little spark had passed between them. She loved every bit of it.

  But when he pulled back, his face was serious again. “Do you feel it?”

  “The sparks?” she asked, her smile tempering. Maybe he didn’t like it?

  “Yes, the sparks.” He ran a thumb across her bottom lip, and even that had a small touch of the magic that seemed to dance along their skin whenever and wherever they touched. “Whatever you do, don’t get rid of this, Zoe. I love this about you. I want to explore this with you. Tell me you’ll keep this, even if only for a little while.”

  She frowned, and suddenly she remembered why making love to Troy Hartman was such a bad idea—precisely because she would want to keep doing it again and again. Forever.

  “Well, I don’t exactly know how to get rid of my wolf just yet.” Although she did know how to quiet the beast, banish it to the depths—she had the serum for that—but her wolf would just insist on coming back out after a while.

  “Good.” Troy kissed her again. “Keep it that way. At least until I’m done making love to you. Which may take a very, very long time.” Then he nibbled his way down to her chest, and she could barely believe he was serious.

  Again? She knew male wolves had legendary sexual appetites.

  Only now did she have any idea what that really meant.

  The sun had long since gone down, but Troy was hard again.

  His cock slipped into Zoe, taking her from behind this time, as they lay spooned on the bed. She murmured, reaching back to grab his ass and urge him on. He wasn’t entirely sure she had been awake two minutes ago, but now she had to be, with his hands busy reaching around to cup her breasts and work her sex while he plunged deep inside her.

  She gasped and dug her fingers into his flesh, calling his name. Definitely awake. He thrust harder, picking up the pace, hardly believing they were doing this again. And every touch was just as deliciously hot as the first time.

  They had slept the day away, dozing in between bouts of sex then waking to go at it again. She might have been a virgin when they started this morning, but she was far from that now. He was amazed she wasn’t sore, but that white wolf superhealing was rocking their sudden sex life. And their wolves were so charged up, electrified by this contact between them, that each time they awoke, it just seemed natural to touch and kiss and… one thing led to another and… Troy had lost count of how many times they’d come. She was running ahead of him in the orgasm count, for sure, but not by much.

  His wolf had never been so sated in his entire life.

  Her hands worked up to grasping at his arms encircled around her, holding her tight and angling her just right so he could plunge into that sweet body of hers.

  “God, Troy, yes,” she panted, her hands reaching back to his shoulders. He leaned forward to kiss her, and so he could get closer to flicking her nub. He was hard as a rock, but he was shooting toward climax in this zero-to-sixty, sexy wake-up call they had going—and he needed to get her there first.

  “Ahhh…” she moaned, hands flailing as she bucked back into him, meeting his thrusts, urging him deeper. Then she let loose, crying out and clenching around him, milking the climax right out of him. He groaned through his release, slamming harder until she’d made it all the way through hers. Their back and forth motion had kicked off all the sheets and comforter, and they were in danger of falling off the bed.

  He pulled in her tight and rescued her from sliding off. Then he rolled her on top of him while he was still inside her. It was strangely erotic, and he was half tempted to try getting her off one more time, but dammit, they really needed to get out of bed at some point.

  He was ravenous.

  His belly betrayed him, growling in a very un-sexy way.

  Zoe dissolved into a fit of giggles, and it shook him to his core—the sound of it satisfied something even deeper inside him, past his sex-groggy wolf, past the tenderness of the moment, down deep into a part of him that wanted to make her happy. Safe. Loved for always.

  If only she would let him.

  He eased out of her body and turned her around to face him.

  “Didn’t anyone tell you?” he asked with mock severity. “You’re not supposed to laugh at a man in bed.”

  She grinned even wider. “You’re not a man. You’re sex god come to visit the mortals and ravish them.”

  He couldn’t help smiling at that. Then he brought her in for a kiss. “You are no mere mortal.” He wan
ted to say that her white wolf was something special—something worth keeping and cherishing—but he didn’t think he could go that far. She wasn’t ready to hear it. Instead, he let his fingers do the talking, trailing them across her cheek, down her neck, along her shoulder and her back—everywhere he touched, the buzzing spark of magic joined them together. It had only gotten more intense the closer they got, the more times they made love. And it was taking their lovemaking to the stratosphere, electrifying their most sensitive parts when they touched… which was a good part of the reason why they kept coming back for more.

  He could see the shadow cross her face as she realized what he meant. That the magic made her more. He was more convinced than ever that she was the one for him—if only he could get her to accept this part of herself. Maybe with enough orgasms…

  She dropped her gaze to his chest and spread her hands on it. “I guess we should get up.”

  “No point in doing that now. It’s nearly bedtime,” he countered. With a little more sleep, he’d be up for showing her, once again, just how magical things could be between them. And he really needed to talk her out of this crazy idea of getting rid of her wolf. He had no idea how she planned to accomplish that, but it sounded flat dangerous to him. Not to mention that he wanted her—all of her—as wolf or witch or whatever combination was sparking him to life in her bed.

  She scowled at him. “Your stomach is registering a complaint about missing dinner.”

  He took a breath. It was true that he needed sustenance if he was going to keep up this pace. “Alright, we get up for food. Then back here for the night. But only under one condition will I take the Walk of Shame back to my room for a shower and change of clothes.”

  She cocked an eyebrow at him, and it was the cutest expression with her hair all sex-mussed. “Walk of Shame?”

  “I’m pretty sure the whole estate knows what we’ve been up to today.” He smirked at the red flush that brought to her face. Then he trailed his fingers along her body again. “And they’re going to wonder why we even bothered to come up for air,” he whispered softly, bringing her in for another kiss.