A Handful of Wolf

by Sofia Grey

  “Just you and your sister? How old is she?”

  “Tammy’s twenty-four, same as me. We’re twins.”

  “Oh.” Her eyebrows shot up. “Alex and Hugh are twins too. They’re twenty-seven, four years older than me.” She nibbled on the sandwich. “Hugh is engaged to Sherron and house hunting, while Alex is in a long-term relationship with a model who works abroad a lot. When Nic’s on a shoot, he comes back home.”

  “If your mother is anything like mine, she loves having her kids home.”

  Megan paused and her smile drooped for a second. “She’s my stepmum. My real mother left when I was a baby.” She gave a self-conscious laugh. “I don’t normally tell people. Dad married Clare when I was two, and brought us up, so she’s my mother in every way that counts.”

  “I’m sorry.” He leaned over her where she sat on the blanket. “I wasn’t trying to pry.” He wanted to distract her. “Tell me about your recurring dream. What happens?”

  Her gentle laugh turned his wolf into a lolling dog, basking in her pleasure. “It’s stupid. Promise you won’t laugh.”

  “Scout’s honor.”

  She stared deep into his eyes. “I dream about wolves. Surrounding me. Protecting me. I’m running through a forest and they’re all around me.” The hairs on the back of his neck stood up at her words. She knew. She sensed the vibe at the club, she was attracted to him. On a deep instinctual level, she somehow knew.

  It blew his mind. His wolf urged him on, begging for a taste of her. As he stared, her tongue flicked across her lower lip and he could wait no longer.

  Placing one hand on the back of her neck, tilting her for the perfect kiss, he brushed his lips across hers. Sweet heaven. There was that zing again, the fire running through his veins at her taste. Every cell in his body felt alive, bursting with energy. She made a soft noise in her throat and he dropped to a crouch and gathered her in his arms. Gentle turned to hungry in a heartbeat and Sasha had to fight to stay in control of his beast.

  There was no doubt. Megan was his Mate.

  Chapter 9

  Megan had a rule that she’d never have sex until the fourth date, at the earliest. A lot of guys never even made it to three dates, and of the ones that passed that test, she had another checklist before she’d allow them the next level of intimacy. Since Ryan, only Tim had made it that far, and he hadn’t stayed around for long. Sasha was breaking all her rules in one foul swoop. As their tongues dueled and she reveled in the taste of him, she tried to remember her checklist and then decided it didn’t matter.

  He crouched there, his knees bracketing hers on the red blanket, hands cupped around her cheeks, and devoured her. The raw passion in his lips made it feel as though this was her first kiss, as though everyone else before had just been playing. She’d thought him delicious when he kissed her in the street, but that was just an appetizer for this. God. She couldn’t get enough of him.

  His hair. She wanted to see if it was as silky as it looked. She pushed one hand into the thick dark softness and luxuriated in the texture. Her brain sparked little warnings, but it was easy to ignore them. Everything felt too right to be wrong. He brushed her lips with his thumb and she whimpered. God. Her breasts ached for his touch and as for her panties, she’d never been wet from just one kiss before.

  Sasha pulled back slowly, his hands still around her face, thumb teasing the corner of her mouth. “I was wrong, I’m an idiot.” What? Her brain recognized the words but couldn’t make sense of them. Wrong to kiss her? “You wanted to come home with me and I said it wasn’t a good idea.”

  Oh. Warmth filled her chest and she couldn’t keep the smile from her face. “Sasha, can I come home with you tonight?”

  “Fuck, yeah.” He grinned at her, dimples flashing, and she laughed. Playful now, she pushed at his chest, just enough to overbalance him. He fell backward, Megan tumbling with him to land on top, straddling his hips. The surprise on his face made her giggle.

  “Hey,” she murmured, further speech deserting her. In this position, she could imagine all too easily how it would be to fuck him. Sex had been a disappointment up to now, but for the first time she could imagine herself enjoying it. Wanting it.

  “Hey yourself,” he echoed softly. Blue eyes darkened to the richness of Lapis Lazuli and she stared, fascinated. She could lose herself in those eyes. Sasha licked his lips and then slowly slid his hands up her sides, stopping painfully close to her breasts. “If I wanted to,” he whispered, “I could flip you over easily. But I have to say, the view from here is amazing.”

  *

  He’d think about the enormity of the whole Mate thing later. For now, he wanted to savor the sheer delight of the moment. Megan kneeled over him, ripe for petting and he decided where to start. Her breasts. Soft, lush and tempting, they called to him and he cupped them gently. They could have been made to fit his hands. Gorgeous. Her nipples pushed against the stretchy fabric, greedy for attention and he lazily skated his thumbs across them. Megan’s breath hitched and he heard her heart rate speeding up, saw the pulse thumping in her throat. God, she was hot.

  “Stretch your arms up, baby.” He brushed her nipples again and drew a whimper.

  She swallowed. “Why?”

  Another rasp to her hard little nubs. “Because I asked.” She complied and lifted both arms over her head, linking her fingers in a stretching position. As he thought, her breasts jiggled with the movement and her cleavage deepened. His mouth dried to the point where speech became impossible. Dear God. He had to get inside her soon. He ran one finger across the round neckline of her dress, stroking her heated flesh.

  “Look at you.” His words were croaky, but she gazed down at herself and blushed, the color rising up from her throat. “I could stroke these all day.”

  “I’d rather you stroked something else.” She ground herself against him, rubbing onto his painfully hard cock. He groaned, adoring the way she played with him. Wolves loved to play and Sasha was no exception. He allowed himself a moment to think about a lifetime of loving just one girl, and for the first time, was not scared witless.

  “I want to touch you.” Megan unlinked her fingers and leaned forward to rest her palms on his chest. He wanted to feel her bare skin, but not here, not where another man could see her. Mine, growled his wolf, and he agreed. He was about to ask her if she had plans for the afternoon when she pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “Do I have to wait until tonight? I could go home with you now.”

  Sasha had no intention of turning her down this time and after collecting all the uneaten remains of the picnic, they set off in the van, back to Wellington. Their hands were linked and again, rested on Sasha’s thigh as he drove. He told her about Dion’s band playing at Mighty Mike’s and she said she’d love to come and watch.

  “I need to go home first though. Dad’s hosting a dinner party this evening for some Swiss investors and he’s asked me to be the hostess. My stepmother’s got another function.” Megan tapped out a rhythm on his thigh as she spoke. “It won’t go on all night. I should be able to get to the club for ten-ish.” Sasha glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was almost two in the afternoon. They would have a few hours to themselves. A sharp pain zipped across his belly and he winced, but it was gone immediately. Megan noticed. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. Probably something I ate.” He kissed her knuckles and nibbled on her fingertips.

  “Want me to rub it better?” Her smile was too innocent and he groaned. They still had a ten-minute drive before they got to his place. If she carried on like this they’d never make it.

  *

  Megan gazed up at the faded clapboard house. Sasha lived on a quiet street just a ten minute walk from the center of the city, in an area of town she’d always liked. “Thorndon has such a lovely village-feel, don’t you think?” Okay, she was making stupid small-talk. Would he guess she was nervous? From the way Sasha caught her hand and guided her up a narrow set of steps, perhaps not. He fished a key from un
derneath a stone, unlocked the door and ushered her into a dusty hallway, closing the door behind her.

  Before she could say anything, he’d picked her up and carried her into a bedroom. Standing in the open doorway, he bent his head, stole a kiss and then grinned at her. “Carrying my gorgeous wife-to-be over the threshold. That’s right, isn’t it?”

  He completely disarmed her. “You should stop calling me that. People might get the wrong idea.” She tried to sound severe, but being held like this, clinging to him and so very close, it was all doing strange things to her insides.

  His eyes were gleaming again. “Hmm, I might like the sound of it.” Kiss. “I might lure you to my house,” kiss, “tempt you with my mother’s recipe collection,” kiss, “and persuade you to make an honest man of me.”

  Megan had to laugh. He couldn’t possibly be serious. Next thing, he dropped backward with her still in his arms. She squealed and clung tighter, gasping for breath as he bounced on the bed with her on top. She freed her arms and placed her hands either side of his head, kneeling over him. The laughter died in her throat at the intensity on his face. “Megan, Cariad, you’re sure about this?”

  “Cariad,” she whispered back. “That’s Welsh. What does it mean?”

  “The most beautiful girl in the world.”

  She knew it was a line, but she didn’t care. She’d wanted Sasha from that first kiss and she didn’t want to waste a minute. Sitting up, she wriggled to free the dress and then tugged it over her head, before dropping it at the end of the bed. She was glad she’d picked her lingerie with such care. The way Sasha’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, she figured yeah, it had been worth it.

  *

  Megan ran her hands over the cups of the bra, pushing her breasts together. The coffee colored silk and lace suited her pale skin and little pearls caught the light and made it all shimmer. Her panties matched, what there was of them. Sasha was dumbstruck. Two tiny triangles of coffee silk were held together by lacy ribbons across her hips. One pull from his fingers and they’d come off. Jesus. For the first time in his life, he feared he’d come in his pants. He sucked in a breath, transfixed by the goddess before him.

  “You’re killin’ me here, Cariad.” He needed bare skin. He was totally overdressed. The T-shirt went first, hauled over his head, but he hesitated before unfastening his jeans. Slow it down, Sash. Treat her nicely, not like a booty call.

  “Do you have condoms?”

  “Yeah.” He breathed quickly through his nose, his wolf rolling in her scent. Caramel and spice…and arousal. Her nipples jutted and he saw a damp stain on her panties. She was beyond hot. Condoms, yeah. “In the drawer.” He hoped she’d take the hint and lean over him to get them.

  Sasha grabbed a pillow and stuffed it behind his back, so that he was more upright, then when Megan moved across him, he closed his mouth around her breast. He sucked hard through the delicate fabric of the bra and felt her stiffen, her back arching. “Sasha,” she gasped. He cupped her with one hand and stroked the other down her back, finding soft, velvety skin. He could feel her hands flailing for the drawer and decided to hold her a little longer. It took just moments to unfasten the bra and slide the straps down her arms. He released her just long enough to move the sodden bra and see her naked breasts.

  Rose pink nipples stood proud and swollen against the creamy globes. They were almost too pretty to touch, but he couldn’t resist. Shaping them with his hands and caressing the sides, he darted a lick at first one, then the other. She tensed in his arms. So responsive. Her scent intensified on another rush of arousal and Sasha closed his mouth around one breast, gorging on it. The taste of her skin exploded on his tongue in a dizzying cascade. Sweet and spicy, and unique, Megan fit him perfectly. He teased her nipple, sucking hard, then biting softly, before laving the sting away with his tongue. He could feast on these forever and not get bored. Megan writhed, moaning softly but he held her firm, his fingertips dancing along her spine.

  “Condom,” she said on a gasp of breath. “I need you inside me.”

  He released her nipple with a little pop. His heart raced and every inch of skin felt electrified as though he’d pushed his finger into a live socket. “I’m hurt,” he murmured, nuzzling the valley between her glorious breasts. “You only want me for one thing.”

  Her laugh sounded tortured. “You definitely have something I want.”

  “Now you’re objectifying me.” He blew across one damp nub and made her shudder.

  “Are you ever serious?” Megan finally lurched free and snatched at the handle of the wooden drawer. It shot open and she dug inside blindly, grabbing a handful of condoms and dropping them onto the pillow.

  “I’d much rather play.” He reached for the lacy ties holding her panties together. “With you.”

  Chapter 10

  Megan felt the familiar old anxieties lapping around her as Sasha’s gaze roamed her naked body. She hadn’t been “the fat kid” for years and knew her figure was in good shape, but it was still a huge leap of faith to show her nakedness to Sasha. He sprawled there looking so delectable it should be illegal. Tanned golden skin, hard abs and a dusting of dark hairs across his chest were yummy enough. Add in the flat brown nipples and the happy trail of dark hair leading down from his bellybutton, and Sasha could have been sculpted as the perfect specimen of man.

  In turn, he ate her up with his eyes. “Cariad. You’re gorgeous.”

  “And you’re wearing too many clothes.” She rubbed her pussy over his groin and felt his dick jerk beneath the layer of denim. “Let me help you.” She dived for the button of his jeans and flipped it open. Oh my. He went commando. Sasha hissed a breath as Megan slowly lowered the zipper, one tooth at a time. His hard dick pushed free and she sucked in a breath. “You’re a bit of a handful.”

  Thick and fully erect, his cock was a thing of beauty. He grasped it firmly at the root and she struggled to drag her eyes away, to tug down his jeans. He’d already toed off his sneakers and it was easy enough to get rid of the jeans and leave him equally naked. A pearl of pre-cum oozed from the tip and Megan couldn’t resist it. She wiped it with her middle finger and then lifted it to her mouth and sucked it clean.

  “Oh, baby.” Sasha moaned and then he grabbed one of the condoms, ripped open the foil and rapidly fitted the rubber. She was determined to make the most of this encounter, take the wild ride Sasha promised. Things would change soon enough and she’d fret about that later.

  Megan positioned herself over his rearing cock and with one hand on his shoulder, guided him inside, a little at a time. He made a growling noise and she stared into his eyes, watching as they rolled back in his head. She wanted to drive him as crazy as he made her and she moved slowly, easing onto his thickness. God, he felt good. Need pooled in her gut and she sucked in a deep breath as she took the final inch. She paused and looked at him again, wanting to catalogue the details to remember later: the beads of perspiration across his forehead, the way his hands dug into her hips, the unearthly brightness of his eyes, and the cocky, confident smile.

  She swallowed and then moved. Hunger took over, a fierce desire that burned like a bushfire and engulfed her in seconds. Sasha took her cue and flexed his hips to drive into her, pushing harder and deeper than she thought possible. He grabbed her free hand and linked their fingers, and the little flash of intimacy warmed her chest. She couldn’t afford to get emotional about him; he was an indulgence, nothing more. This was just about sex. “Fuck me, baby,” she whispered.

  *

  If Sasha believed in heaven, he’d be there now. Megan riding him, with her fabulous tits bouncing and clouds of dark hair falling across her shoulder, made the most beautiful angel. Tight, hot and wet, his cock fit her perfectly and he was having difficulty holding back. What he really wanted was to flip her over, drive into her and place his mark on her neck. His claiming mark. His wolf roared to bite her. Take her. Mine. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. Don’t fuck this up.
Why had nobody ever told him how it was different with your Mate? This wasn’t just sex.

  Her knees trembled and he pulled her forward to lean against his chest, taking her lips at the same time. Caramel and spice surrounded him, tying him in knots. He wanted to learn her body, the way she liked to be touched, what made her moan and what made her scream, but there was time for that. Right now, it was all about need and controlling the hunger that rampaged through him. His cock was on the verge of going nuclear and his balls ached, but he’d satisfy his Mate before he finished.

  She broke the kiss to whisper against his lips. He didn’t catch it at first. “Baby, I’m close. So close.” He slid one hand up the inside of her thigh and stroked her where they were joined. She bucked and tensed, and undeterred, he touched higher. Her clit felt hard and as soon as he caressed it, she jerked and moaned. Seeking her lips, he stroked her clit once more, and then pinched it firmly between finger and thumb. Megan squealed, spasms wracking her body.

  “That’s it, baby, come for me now.” He pressed an open mouthed kiss on her throat as she pitched headlong into her orgasm. Christ. His dick felt amazing before, but now, with her insides racked by her climax, he thought he might just die of pleasure. He’d be rendered insensible at the very least. Instinct surged and he grazed his teeth over the tender skin over her collarbone. Her moan of pleasure vibrated through him. Another drawn out tremor that squeezed his cock flipped him over the edge and with a muffled shout, he came, shooting his load so hard he was surprised he still had his balls afterward.

  He needed to hold her. After disposing of the condom he settled on his back with Megan tucked into his side, her hair tickling his throat and one hand linked with his.

  He wanted to leap up and punch the air, the high like nothing ever before. Mine, rumbled his wolf, totally sated for once. There was just the small matter of the whole I’m-a-wolf thing to talk about, but hey. She loved wolves. She dreamed of frickin’ wolves, for Chrissake. She’d be fine, once she got over the initial surprise. He stretched and then tucked one arm around her shoulders, holding her close, skin to skin. Would he tell her here? Or take her home to Snowdonia and break the news to her there?