Wolf (The Henchmen MC #3)

by Jessica Gadziala

  "Yes," I nodded, my hips grinding upward, begging for the friction.

  "'Bout to be better," he promised, taking my lips again. But there was no soft sweetness in his kiss. It was consuming, it was giving everything and demanding everything in return. My fingers curled into his skin as my tongue battled his. Inside me, his finger started stroking, giving my body what it wanted, what it needed. His palm flattened against my cleft, pressing down on my clit as he thrust inward, his pace as furious as his lips on mine.

  I felt the tightening deep, promising pleasure.

  But then his mouth ripped from mine and his entire body shifted. Before I could even realize his intention, his face was between my legs, his beard tickling over my inner thighs in a way that was both foreign and arousing. His tongue replaced his palm, flattening against my clit and drawing a loud moan from me.

  There were things that were still new to me, that I was still innocent of.

  A man's mouth on me, giving me pleasure, that was new.

  It was new and it was fucking brilliant.

  His tongue started working me in small circles as his finger retreated fully and two more replaced it, filling me more, giving me more friction. His thrusts got fast, demanding release before they finally twisted and stroked against the top wall.

  And just like that, just that quickly, I shattered.

  The orgasm was violent, breaking me apart as I held the back of his neck against me, my body crashing through an orgasm that made the world go white and soundless for a second. The first thing I heard when my ears started working right again was the way I was crying out his name and the deep, growling noise he responded with. The sound somehow sent a shot of desire through my already overwhelmed system. I felt my sex clench tight around his fingers, drawing a groan out of him.

  "More?" he asked, his voice muffled and I realized with more than a teensy bit of embarrassment that it was muffled because I had a death-grip on his neck, holding his face against my pussy. I released him and he popped upward, his honey-eyes looking heavy-lidded and intense with desire.

  More. Did I want more? I realized I did. In that moment, feeling safe, feeling protected, I definitely wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted to see if that was something I could have.

  I felt myself nodding but before he could duck his head again, I was digging into his shoulders and pulling upward. His head cocked to the side, his brows drawing together, but he moved over me. I pulled him downward, bringing his mouth back to mine, tasting myself there and something deep inside thrilled at the intimacy of that. I brought my legs up on either side of his body, squeezing him tight.

  Wolf pulled back against my hold, pushing up to look down at me. "Am I misreading this?" he asked, his voice rough.

  I shook my head. "No... I... want to try at least."

  His head tipped down and his tongue traced a line from my ear to the neckline of my tee. "Wanna stop, anytime, we stop."

  "I know," I said, my voice a little quiet as my hands moved up and down his back.

  He pushed suddenly back, sitting on his ankles and grabbing the hem of my tee. "Arms up," he said, his voice a little soft. I gave him a small smile and raised my arms. The material was whipped off my body, the cool air making my nipples harden immediately. Wolf barely even paused before his hands were there, covering the small swells with his giant hands. The rough skin of his palms sent off electric shocks through my system. His thumbs shifted out, brushing over the hardened peaks and making me arch up into him.

  His weight shifted again until he lowered himself down on me, his beard tickling over my belly as he kissed his way up toward my breasts. He let out a warm breath that made my sex clench, before his mouth closed around my nipple, lavishing over it with his tongue before taking it between his lips and sucking hard. His head shifted and worked the same torment on my other nipple as his hand trailed between our bodies and started stroking over my clit again.

  My hips ground up into his hand, knowing nothing was going to ease the ache until I felt him inside me.

  "Wolf, please..." I groaned, pulling his head up.

  "Sure?" he asked, leaning down and nipping into my earlobe.

  "Yeah." Mostly. All I knew is that it was worth a try.

  He kissed me hard for a moment before moving back onto his ankles, reaching behind his back and pulling his shirt off. His hands went to his pants, undoing the button and zip before he moved off the side of the bed and pulled them off. Commando as always, his cock popped out, hard and straining, promising to fulfill the desire I felt deep inside. He moved over toward the nightstand, pulling open the drawer, taking out a condom and slipping it on. His eyes watched me as he knelt at the edge of the bed. He paused then moved to stretch out beside me, rolling me so I was pressed against him, both of us on our sides. His lips landed down on mine, softer, deeper.

  His hand moved down my back, cupping my ass for a moment before sliding down my leg, snagging me under the knee and pulling until my leg was draped around him. His hand moved back to my ass, pulling me closer until I felt his hard length press into my stomach. His lips released me and my eyes fluttered open.

  "You're in control," he told me, squeezing my ass.

  I assumed that meant I had to, you know like... guide him inside me. I ran a hand down his stomach glorying in the way his abdominal muscles jumped under my touch. Finding his cock, I reached for it before I could chicken out, and shifted my hips upward until I felt him press against my slick cleft. A shudder coursed through me as Wolf's hand tightened on my ass. I shifted up further, feeling the hard, insistent head of his cock press against my entrance. I released his cock, looking up into his eyes for reassurance.

  My hand moved to rest on the side of his neck like he had done many times to me and I pressed my hips downward, feeling his thick cock push past the entrance and slide inside me. I was turned on, slick from a previous orgasm and the promise of another. But there was the barest twinge of discomfort from either how long it had been for me or how large he was, or a combination of the two.

  I felt my face scrunch up as my hips jerked instinctively against the pain. "Hurt?" Wolf asked, hand no longer on my ass, but whispering up and down the leg that was cocked over his hip.

  "Just a little."

  "You'll adjust," he assured me, leaning forward and claiming my lips again, getting me lost in the taste of him, in the feel of his tongue moving over mine.

  Then like he promised, I adjusted. Hands cradling his face, and therefore a hefty handful of beard, I was so lost in him that my hips sank fully down without me intending to. He filled me to the hilt, spreading me around him. I never knew I could feel that full before. That that was what my body had been craving every time I was around him, that fullness.

  "Janie move," he grumbled against my lips as I stayed still, absorbing every sensation.

  I pulled my lips from his, moving back to watch his face as I pulled my hips up slightly and pressed back down, letting out a surprised whimper. "Feel good," he said, a compliment, praise. I felt good. I had no such words because I knew of none that did how he felt justice. My hips kept the same tentative pace, my body holding tightly onto each thick inch.

  My orgasm felt trapped, stuck behind some unseen barrier that I couldn't break through. I pushed against Wolf and let out a grumble.

  On a small chuckle, his hand landed on my ass, holding tight, as he rolled onto his back, keeping me on top. "Prop up. Wanna watch," he said when I rested my cheek against his chest. I pushed up, planting my hands beside his shoulders.

  "Watch what?" I asked, shifting my knees into place at his sides.

  "Your face when I do this," he clarified with a devilish grin as he started thrusting up into me, fast, barely-controlled. "There it is," he smiled, his free hand moving up to the side of my neck and curling in hard.

  Yeah it was. There, that is. Right there. My orgasm. After what felt like an endless game of keep-away, I felt it getting closer, getti
ng stronger.

  On a moan, I found his pace, shoving my hips downward as he thrust up, taking him as deep as my body would allow each time. "Wolf I..." I whimpered, losing the pace, staying still as he drove it home.

  "Come," he demanded, thrusting deep as my walls contracted hard around him. My arms went to jello and I landed on his chest on a moan, my entire body going taut for a second then shaking as the waves kept crashing. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he thrust through the orgasm, drawing it out, giving every last bit of pleasure my body would allow. Then he buried deep on a low growl, his body shuddering under mine as he came.

  He went still beneath me, one hand heavy on my ass, the other limply holding my neck.

  I came back down slowly. The shaking stopped; my breathing evened out; my heartbeat slowed. My brain seemed the last to return home, feeling cloudy with the dopamine from an orgasm. The full weight of what I had done settled down on me and I felt myself smiling against his chest.

  I had no way of knowing, but I had been missing out.

  I didn't need an hour and a half of grappling to get rid of the anger and restlessness I tended to carry around with me. Nope, I just needed a good roll in the hay. Every inch of my body felt languid and heavy. Satisfied. I felt satisfied. And safe. With him still inside me, with his arms around me, I had never felt safer. Unbidden, tears stung at the backs of my eyes.

  "Jesus Christ," I grumbled into his skin.

  His entire body went tense beneath me. "What?" he asked, hands going to my shoulders and pushing me upward like I weighed nothing. Which, to him, I probably did. My hands planted on his chest to take my weight and his hands immediately went to my cheeks and brushed at the tears. "Janie..." he said, his voice deep and concerned.

  "God, I'm being such a girl," I said, scrunching my face up which only succeeded in making more tears slip out.

  "You are a girl," he said, giving me a smile that said he didn't understand.

  "Yeah but I'm not a girl. Augh!" I growled, sitting back on my ankles and wiping at my cheeks myself. "Next thing you know I'll be crying over fucking greeting cards and shit." I felt his chest start to shake underneath me and tried to give him a hard look which, well, was impossible when you were still freaking crying. "It's not fucking funny!"

  "Yeah it is," he countered with a smile before he pushed up to a sitting position, one arm going around my hips, the other going to my jaw. "With me," he started, his eyes soft, "you can be a girl."

  "Fine. But you're not allowed to tell anyone," I countered, moving off of him and throwing myself backward onto the bed. "Or I'll drug your morning coffee and while you're passed out, shave off your beard. Got it?"

  He was still chuckling, moving over me to plant a hard kiss on my lips. "Got it," he agreed, moving off toward the bathroom.

  "I mean it. Snip snip! Bye bye mountain man!"

  "Heard ya," he said, coming out of the bathroom still gloriously naked and moving to stretch out beside me, one arm cocked under his head, the other reaching for my hand and entwining his fingers with mine.

  "You don't think I'll do it."

  His head turned to look at my profile. "You like my beard."

  Yeah, well, he had a point there.

  SEVENTEEN

  Detective Collings

  "Got a body at the morgue," the young blood said. Without looking up, Detective Collings could see he was practically pissing himself in excitement. Oh, to be young again.

  "What else is new?"

  "Doc Fenton just called. Said it wasn't just any body."

  "The suspense is killing me," he dead-panned. He didn't want to take an unnecessary trip to the fucking morgue. He wanted to finish his mountain of paperwork sometime before nine at night and get home already. Not that he had anything to get home to, but that was beside the point.

  "Lex Keith."

  If there was one name Marco could have said to actually pique Collings' interest, that was the one. His head snapped up. "He's sure?"

  "Positive. He wants us to come down though."

  "Why?"

  "Didn't say, but come on, it's Lex Keith. Curious to see how someone finally did him in."

  Yeah, well, so was Collings.

  He sighed, tucked his paperwork away, grabbed his gun and badge, then followed his new blood out to the cruiser.

  Collings hated the morgue. He imagined it was not really the kind of place anyone actually liked except maybe those crime freaks who were always trying to sneak in. He told 'em once, they wanted to see some dead bodies, become a cop. Sometimes he felt like he saw more dead ones than lives ones: crushed against a steering wheel, through the windshield of a car, splattered on the ground after jumping, overdosed in an alley, shivved for stepping over an invisible turf line. Man, if he had a dollar for every body he'd seen he could... fuck... get the fuck out of this godforsaken town.

  The young blood was a ball of energy as they moved through the office and got onto the elevator, hitting the button for the basement.

  The walls were all sterile white with scratches around hip level from where the gurneys sometimes scraped the paint. It was a marked twenty degrees cooler down there, half because it was underground, and half because they kept it cold for the stiffs. Collings followed his new blood through the door into the crypt, expecting to see Doc Fenton, but almost running into a short curvy blond instead.

  She let out a muted screech, her hand flying to her chest over her mint green scrubs. "Shit. Sorry. I'm, ah, not used to anyone living down here," she fumbled, giving him a wobbly smile. "Can I help you?"

  "Detective Collings," I said, gesturing toward the badge on my belt.

  "Is Dr. Fenton expecting you?"

  "Got a call."

  "Right, I'll just go get him for..." He didn't know if she was nervous for some reason or just clumsy, but she ran right into the stainless steel cart covered in medical instruments and sent everything, including herself, flying.

  "Jesus Christ. Again?" A voice mumbled from his side and Collings looked over to see Doc Fenton standing beside him, shaking his head at the girl in a way that suggested she was wearing on his every last nerve.

  Doc Fenton wasn't what you expected from a medical examiner. First, he was relatively young, somewhere in his mid-thirties. He was also a good-looking man- tall and fit with dark hair and dark blue eyes. Under his lab coat, he had on black slacks, a fitted dark gray dress shirt, and shiny black shoes. Collings thought he preferred Doc Green, the man Fenton replaced two years back, with his thin graying hair, fat face, drab, bleach-faded blue scrubs, and sensible orthotic shoes.

  "Ali relax," Fenton said, his tone at once frustrated and resigned. "You're going to cut yourself again," he reminded her as the blade to a scalpel narrowly missed getting grabbed.

  "Sorry, detectives," Ali said, piling everything onto the tray and lifting it off the cart. She gave them a wobbly, insecure smile. "Didn't mean to paint this place in a bad light. I promise I'm the only incompetent," she spat the word, looking at Doc Fenton like maybe that was a word he used to describe her, "one here. I'll just go get these sterilized again and get out of your hair."

  Collings gave Fenton a smile, gesturing toward his own new blood, showing he understood what it was like. "She talks to the bodies," Fenton shared, shaking his head, but Collings was sure he saw a bit of a smile before the doc turned away. "Alright so Lex Keith," he said, sounding all-business again as he walked over to one of the fridges, pulling the handle, then dragging out the tray. "He's not going to vomit is he?" he asked Collings, jerking his head to Marco.

  "We'll see," Collings said on a shrug.

  "It's not pretty."

  "They never are," Collings said as Doc Fenton pulled the sheet. "Christ," Collings hissed, shaking his head.

  Fenton was right; it wasn't pretty.

  It was the absolute definition of 'overkill'. Someone didn't just want to take out Keith, they wanted to make him suffer. His chest was hacked o
pen, marks covered almost every inch of him, looking like he had been clawed. The heart that should have been connected with tubes and shit was completely separated from the rest of his chest... like it had been torn out.

  "Looks like he was mauled by dogs," the new blood said.

  Collings shook his head. "No. Not a dog... Wolf."

  "We don't have wolves around here," Doc Fenton said, shaking his head.

  Collings' lips curved up, but he stayed silent.

  Oh, they had a Wolf alright.

  EIGHTEEN

  Janie

  I heard him rummaging around. From the tentativeness of his footsteps, I imagined he was trying to do so quietly. But, well, a man his size could never really be quiet. When I forced my eyes open, he was leaning down and tying his boots.

  "Why do you always sneak out when I'm sleeping?" I demanded, still half asleep but always ready for a fight.

  "Never sleep. Not waking you."

  That was nice. Considerate. But still.

  "Why don't you leave a note?"

  "You want notes?"

  "They'd be nice. Save me from all the 'dead in a ditch' thoughts, y'know?"

  He gave me a lip twitched and moved over toward the kitchen, grabbing a pen and a pad and scribbling.

  "I didn't mean now. I'm awake now. You can just tell me." God, he was so dense sometimes.

  "Wanted notes, got a note," he said, moving to the bed and placing the note on the nightstand.

  I wasn't positive, but I was pretty sure he was fucking with me at that point. Humoring him, I picked up the note. "You're going to the laundromat?"

  "That's what it says." He lumbered over to where he had a giant bag stacked beside the door and hauled it up.