There was never any softness there, I remembered. It was all hard kisses, fucking, and hard feelings. I knew Roman hoped that Wesley would be talked out of the attack and Hunter hoped he was bluffing, but I knew Wesley. He was very old world.
I put my car in reverse and backed out of the driveway, praying Wesley was staying where I suspected. I one I wouldn’t be able to talk him out of the attack, but I might be able to talk him out of his ridiculous possession over me.
My car hurtled down the road and rolled down the windows. Taking a breath, I willed the wolf inside to track Wesley’s scent. I was certainly facing my past quite a bit this week.
Chapter Six
I followed Wesley’s trail to the bottom of a large hill about a half hour out of town. Parking my car in the middle of a grove, I got out and hiked toward the top. I was careful not to make much noise. It would be easier if I shifted, but I did not want to face Wesley naked.
I could see a small camp at the top of the hill, a fire pit in the middle with a tent, chair, and trunk. Provisions hung from a tree, but not much. Wesley was likely hunting for most of his food. One of the perks of being a shifter.
I quieted my breathing and crouched low, hoping to catch Wesley off guard. I smelled him in the area, but I could not pinpoint his location. I took a few tentative steps, trying to get a vantage point of the camp.
“You’re not very good at this, are you?” said a voice to my right.
I whirled around and saw… no one. I furrowed my brow and looked up. Ah, there, Wesley was climbing down from the tree, a bag of potato chips in his hand. I berated myself, always look up! What good was watching SpiderMan if I didn’t remember to check the skies?
“I wondered how long it would take before you showed up here,” Wesley said.
If George Clooney had been a little taller, a little younger, and moonlighted as an alpha shifter, he would have been Wesley. I struggled to keep my gaze from sliding over his toned arms, his tight stomach, and that perfect ass. I didn’t know a man could have a perfect ass until I met Wesley.
He didn’t look as mad as I expected. I thought he would bring down the fire, shifting and coming at me, possibly even killing me. But he was almost smiling.
“I really missed you,” he said, as though he could read my thoughts.
“What are you doing here, Wesley?” I asked, trying to keep the exacerbation out of my voice.
His face fell just slightly, his features moving a millimeter before he fastened his smile back in place.
“You know what I’m doing here,” he said, dropping his snack on the trunk next to an old camping chair and moving toward me. “I’m here to bring my fiancé back home with me.”
I took a step away from him, keeping a wary eye trained on his body. For a moment, I saw his features shift into something more canine. The wolf was not pleased about my rejection.
“I am not your fiancé,” I replied. “Stop this nonsense about fighting my pack and leave.”
Wesley growled and took another step forward. I watched his muscles move beneath his skin. I blushed slightly at the memory of his arms around me. It hadn’t been so bad, being twenty-one and the preferred mate of the alpha male.
We’d met in North Dakota, and I was never sure what Wesley saw in me. I was chubby and too tall, awkward in manner and shape. He helped me realize the appeal of my body. That lumps and bumps weren’t all bad. That hips, thighs, breasts, and booty were sexy, even desirable. I would be forever grateful for that. I didn’t love him the way I loved my boys, I never loved him that way.
“You lived in my house,” Wesley paused, choosing his words carefully. He fumed. “You ate my food, you slept in my bed.”
“I did,” I said, “but you never asked me to marry you. We were never engaged.”
“I made love to you,” said Wesley, so close to me I could feel his breath on my lips.
I remembered the feverish sessions, how he bent me over the bed and fucked me until I screamed out and ripped up the sheets. How he couldn’t keep his hands off me when we walked around the town so he would drag me into the bushes and make me cum in the leaves. How he would go down on me for what felt like days, leaving me breathless and shuddering on soaked sheets. That would be missed.
“I remember you fucking me,” I said, trying to keep my eyes trained on Wesley’s.
“I remember,” he leaned forward and touched his forehead to mine.
I felt ashamed as a spark of longing went through my body. My pussy twinged involuntarily, turned on by his warm skin.
“I remember,” he said again, lips almost brushing mine, “that you liked it when I’d fuck you.”
My primal urges were screaming. There was a huge part of me that wanted to rip his pants off, take out his cock, and go for a ride. I was wet, embarrassingly enough, aroused by the low growl in his voice and the dangerous look in his steely gray eyes.
“I did,” I said, he didn’t deserve a lie, “but I don’t anymore.”
Without warning, Wesley’s lips met mine. They were soft, but firm, meeting mine with such fervent passion I felt sorry I left without saying goodbye. I brought my hands flat against his chiseled chest, enjoying the familiar feel before I pushed him off.
“I can’t,” I said, holding his gaze. “I’m sorry, but I am not the one for you.”
Wesley grabbed my arm ferociously, fingers closing in on my wrist. I jerked my arm away before his grasp could grown any tighter.
“You fucking bitch,” he spat.
Any fondness I felt evaporated, leaving only the cold reality of why I left him.
“You heartless piece of shit, after all I did for you.”
“You’re crazy,” I said, turning to leave. “Go back to your pack.”
He grabbed for me again, but I took off running down the hill, back to my car. He did not pursue me, instead yelling down to me.
“When you sleep with the Alpha, eat his food, live under his roof, you live by his rules and are his property. When property is taken, the Alpha can bring his people to take back the stolen object. I will not call off this attack, Tasha, mark my fucking words.”
I flipped him off and kept running. When it became clear he was not following, I slowed. My breasts ached from all the bouncing, and I rubbed them half-heartedly.
“That was fucking pointless,” I mumbled, digging my car keys out of the pocket of my jeans.
A rustle in the bushes caused me to start, whip around with my teeth barred. Nothing was there. I shivered, slamming the car door and roaring down the road. This place gave me the creeps.
Chapter Seven
When I walked into the house I relaxed almost instantly. Boxes, sheets, towels, and other home goods littered the living room. I walked through the mess to find Roman in the kitchen.
“What is all this?” I asked with a laugh, sneaking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his slim waist. I loved the way his toned body felt against mine, warm and powerful.
Roman placed a quick kiss on my forehead and went back to rinsing dishes.
“These are wedding presents from the pack,” he said.
I let go and turned around, taking in the massive quantity of gifts.
“All this stuff,” I said, “is for us?”
Roman chuckled, a deep sound that reverberated from my feet to my heart.
“What can I say? They care about us.”
“You and Hunter, maybe,” I said, “but not me.”
Roman smirked, “Right, I said us.”
I punched him and he caught my hand, pulling me back to his side. His mouth met mine and I let myself go weak at his expert ministrations. As he kissed me I pressed up against him, my nipples hardening with the contact.
“You smell like sex,” Roman whispered gruffly.
My tongue matched his move for move, sweeping against his and darting up to his lips.
“That’s because I want to fuck you,” I said between kisses.
He growled and tucked one arm a
round me, lifting me up onto the counter. I gasped as he slammed his hips against mine, feeling his hard cock through my jeans.
“You’re excited,” I said, running my hand over the shaft and watching his eyes flutter shut with pleasure.
“Let me help you with your little problem.”
I tried to push my way off the counter, down to the floor so I could put my wet mouth around the head of his cock. When Roman felt me moving he shoved my hips back up, holding me in place.
“You don’t move unless I say so,” He growled.
“Yes, sir,” I said, my pussy growing even wetter as those words left my mouth. God, I wanted him to have his way with me, I would do whatever he said.
He pushed my legs to the side and slid his hips up against mine, grinding slightly. My clit sent tiny ripples of pleasure through my nerves as he brushed it over and over. Fuck. I pressed back against him, loving the rough texture of the fabric on my most sensitive parts. Fuck, if he continued with this I might cum just from dry humping.
His calloused hands, still damp from dish washing, pushed their way under my shirt. I shivered when his fingers came in contact with my flesh, little goosebumps appeared from the chill and excitement.
I leaned back, giving his hands better access to my body. His hands followed the curve of my waist, my stomach, up to my breasts.
“Why do you still have this on?” He demanded, pulling on my bra.
“I don’t know, sir,” I said, pressing into his hand, moaning a little as he kneaded a breast.
Roman leaned forward and planted a rough bite on my neck, licking and nibbling the skin. My head fell back and I let out a low growl, feeling the wolf press up against the surface. I was so wanting I was worried I would give in and shift right there, our wolves finding pleasure in each other.
“Take you shirt off,” Roman said, his voice husky with lust.
I obliged, peeling my shirt off. I sat in front of Roman, my skin looking tan against the pale pink lace of my favorite bra. I now knew this bra worked for me as well as I thought, Roman was practically drooling. He traced my body, fucking me with his eyes from the curve of my chest down my stomach to the button on my jeans. When he met my eyes, he looked like he could devour me. All semblance of rational thought left my body, his gaze was so intense, I couldn’t take it.
Roman took off his shirt, dropping it to the floor. I leaned forward and let my hands memorize the ridges of his abs, the small hills of his pecs, the ropey muscles of his arms. He let me, for a few moments. Then he grabbed my hands and slammed them on the counter. My hips bucked with excitement.
“You can't touch me,” Roman said, “until I say you can.”
I wanted to scream. I had never seen Roman so bossy before, and here he was controlling whether or not I could touch him. I moaned, embarrassingly loudly, as Roman put his mouth on my breast. He sucked and licked at the skin, tracing the curves.
“When we are married,” he whispered between licks, “I expect you to be naked at all times. Your body is a fucking masterpiece.”
“It could be a fucking masterpiece,” I said, moving my hips a little against his for emphasis, “if you hurry up and fuck me.”
Roman chortled and removed my bra. My breasts were freed, nipples hard little points. Roman gave me an evil look and slipped a nipple into his mouth. I growled and bucked as his teeth lightly grazed over my puckered nipple. I moved to grab his hair, pull him up to my mouth, and slam my lips against his.
“No touching,” Roman growled, biting me a little harder.
I bucked again, burning for his cock in my pussy, longing to feel him fill up my cavern. To feel his shaft pushing against my walls, filling me to bursting as I shuddered around him. Instead, I let my hand wander down between my legs.
As Roman sucked, bit, and teased, his tongue turning my flesh hot and wet, I undid my jeans. His ears perked up at that, a small rumble escaped from his throat, but he did not stop me.
I pushed my hand into my panties, finding them wet and hot. My clit engorged, full of blood and needing attention. I rubbed lightly, circular motions around the tight bundle of nerves to match the circular motion of Roman’s tongue around my puckered nipple. I bucked against my hand, relishing the relief I was finally feeling. My fingers slipped in and out of my wanting lips, back up to my clit for a few light flicks, and down again. I was usually so long to cum, but I could feel the pressure building up.
Roman caught my hand and pulled it back up, sucking greedily on my fingers.
“Not yet, baby,” he breathed, licking and kissing down my stomach, “I need to taste you first. You’ll be my wife soon, my mate for life, and you are never going to have to make yourself cum again.”
He roughly pulled down my panties, leaving me completely exposed. When his lips met my sex I moaned, pressing my hips up, forgetting to be embarrassed about my body. Roman didn't care I had just come in from a long drive, he didn’t care that my thighs touched or that there was cellulite on my bottom. He just cared that he mouth was between my legs and he was in charge of my pleasure.
His tongue darted up around my clit, teasing and tasting, driving me closer and closer to the edge. Just when I thought the pleasure would be too much, he redirected his attention, sliding his tongue over my lips. Roman pressed his tongue inside me, causing me to give a breathless gasp. He chuckled at my feverish noises, little vibrations traveling up my body and making the pleasure more intense. That smug bastard.
As his tongue worked inside me, pressing deep then darting out to taste the rest of me, Roman’s fingers went to work. He slipped an arm around my left thigh, holding me in place. Once I was secure, hips bucking against him as I was pushed to the brink of pleasure and pulled back, he slipped his hand up my body. I cried out as he took one of my nipples in his hand and pinched down hard. He chuckled again, vibrations of his laughter pushing me to buck and groan with delight. As he pinched and teased my breasts I found his head between my legs and twisted my fingers into his hair. Roman growled, his teeth brushing lightly over my clit causing sparks of pleasure to fall over my body.
“I didn’t say you could touch me,” Roman said, biting the inside of my thigh hard.
I gave an unintelligible moan, bucking against him. He bit me again, darting his tongue out to lick the wound after. I knew I would have bruises tomorrow.
“I’ll let it slide this one time,” said Roman, “but you have to listen to me the next time I am in control or the punishment will not be so light.”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
He went back to eating me out. I had never been this wet in my life. Past boyfriends had always avoided going down on me, saying it was too much work or not something they did. But Roman, Roman practically had gills.
“Use your fingers,” I breathed out in little pants. My knees were trembling, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself up for much longer.
“You’re bossy for someone in such a delicate position,” Roman said, placing a light kiss on the inside of my thigh.
I laughed quietly, “A girl needs to be bossy to get what she wants.”
Roman looked up at me, his eyes hazy from arousal and hair tousled from my fingers dragging through his soft tresses. I wanted to slam my mouth against his, tasting me on his tongue.
“I always give a woman what she wants.”
With that, Roman disappeared between my legs again, tongue making tight circles around my clit while he inserted a curved finger inside my wanting chasm. God. This was so much better than his tongue. Roman matched the rhythm of his tonguing with his finger, each time he pulled out of me, his tongue flicked over me. Just as I would lift my hips at the slight touch of his tongue he would thrust his finger inside me, filling me with pleasure.
“More,” I commanded, pulling his hair with one hand, leaning back on the other. The counter top was sturdy and I was slowly losing the ability to stand.
Roman wordlessly increased his speed, mouth engulfing my clit for constant stimulation. His mout
h was hot and velvety, tongue just a little rough. He pushed another digit inside me, stretching me around his large fingers. They pumped, curved tips finding the rough wall of my g-spot. I was so close, I could feel the pressure of my orgasm building like waves on a shore. His fingers went in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper, each rough push caused my knees to shake. Each flick of his tongue against me made me roll my eyes in pleasure. In out, faster, deeper, harder. I shuddered and cried out, a tsunami of pleasure bursting from my hips and bubbling up every nerve of my body. I came hard, feeling the aftershocks rocket through me even as Roman pressed light kisses back up my body.
When his lips met mine, it was clear we were not done. His mouth was forceful, sucking my lower lip between his teeth and biting down. I reached up and over his shoulders, digging my fingers into the muscles of his back. I was full of pleasure, with no more energy to keep my body upright.
Roman got the hint, gripping my ass and picking me up. He placed me on the counter with a light thump. I gasped. Roman took that as an excuse to dart his tongue into my mouth, probing. I matched his movements, enjoying the sensation of our organs slipping against each other.
As the kiss progressed, Roman pushed his way between my legs until his cock was flush against my slit. I spread my legs even wider, hoping he would take the hint. Roman nipped at my lips and he ran a lazy hand down his shaft, moving its head up and down my wet lips.
“You tease,” I moaned, dying to be filled with his manhood. I was so wet.
“Tell me what you want,” Roman said, echoing my words to him last night.
He kissed me again, this time lighter. His lips were soft, delicate, I could feel his desire through the kiss. When we broke apart, I looked into the summer sunset gold of his eyes, caught in the beauty of him. I thought I knew every expression Roman made, but I had never seen this one before. He was so open, so relaxed. So in love. My heart filled with warmth when I realized what his expression meant.
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