by Milly Taiden
He licked circles around the curve of her shoulder, grazing his teeth until she moaned louder.
“I want you,” he murmured over her baby smooth skin, nuzzling his lips and nose over her shoulder, inhaling her scent so deep his wolf reveled in how close she was to them. The beast and the man loved the new combination of him, her and their babies.
“I always want you, Nate.” She moaned, lifting her hand into his hair and clutching the wet strands. “Jordan was right.”
A gentle kiss and she whimpered. Flicking his thumbs on her nipples got him a raw cry. “What’s she right about, love?”
“I am easy when it comes to you,” she murmured.
“No, babe. You’re not easy. You’re mine.”
He shifted in the tub, glad for the extra space he could use to his advantage. He patted a corner where she’d put a towel for him. “Sit up here for me.”
With a turn and a lift, he helped her sit on glossy tile. She sat on a foot wide space, with her legs spread wide and lifted to rest on the curve of the tub.
He moved in, kissing her knee and running his tongue up her thigh. Her breathing turned ragged, drawing him with each harsh gasp.
“Nate…”
He met her gaze. Loved how bright her eyes were with need. “I love your scent.” He watched her swipe her wet pink tongue over her full lips. “I love your taste. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever come across.”
She moaned and shut her eyes, digging her nails into his scalp, knees tense at his sides. “Please…I don’t know how long I can last.”
“This,” he watched her body jerk at the flutter of his finger over her swollen pink clit, “is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh my…”
The perfume of her arousal filled the large space, wrapping around his cock and making him ache to be inside her. Claiming her. “Pretty. So pink. And I can’t wait to fuck you.”
He licked at her exposed nerve bundle, gripping her thighs open and inhaling more of her addictive fragrance. A deep shudder racked her, tensing her thighs and making her whimper.
She massaged his scalp one minute. When he drew her clit between his lips and sucked she dug her nails into his hair. “Oh, Nate… That’s amazing!”
Another twirl of his tongue over her clit and her legs started shaking. He shoved his tongue into her pussy, licking and suckling at her juices. He rubbed his face in her folds and loving that her scent was on him. A growl combined with the thrust of his tongue into her sex, and she was gasping for breath. A harder growl sent tremors through her body.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh…” She whimpered and held so stiff he swore she’d break.
He moved up to her clit again, grazing his teeth over the little bundle and nibbling while sucking at the same time. And she flew.
She screamed, body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She gasped and gulped air, choking as her body shuddered repeatedly.
He leaned back, cock aching from wanting inside her and waited for her to open her eyes and look at him. When she did, her gaze was cloudy with desire and a sensual smile split her lips.
“More.”
He grinned. “Get down here then.”
She slipped down to her knees in front of him, twined her arms around his neck, and pressed her body to his. Lips met in a desperate and hungry need to feed the fires of lust. Tongues rubbed and caressed each other. Passion burned bright between them. The feel of her plush curves pushed the animal inside him to the surface. The wolf wanted her. Nate wanted her. And he intended on finally mating her. He slid his hands around her sides, down her back and squeezed her ass cheeks. Her moan drove him to grind his cock over her mound.
He broke their kiss. And swallowed hard at how difficult it became to control the wild animal pushing to mate.
“Turn around and lean your arms on the edge of the tub,” he ordered, his voice a deep growl.
She didn’t question him. There was no fear in her face, only need. A new wave of her arousal flooded the area.
“I’m sorry,” he said, caressing a hand down her spine, between her cheeks and to her pussy.
“Why?” She moaned, head dropping forward. Her upper body lowered, and she raised her ass high in the air.
“Because this isn’t going to be soft,” he jerked his cock and placed it at her entrance. “Or sweet,” he gripped her hips hard and pushed forward in a deep drive, “or painless.”
Growls rumbled in his chest. The wolf wanted to join them. Each of Karla’s moans drove him to lose more of the control he tried hard to hold on to.
“It’s okay,” she mewled. “I can take it. Fuck me harder.”
Hell. Her words had the desired effect. His cock pulsed in her pussy, and the beast urged him harder. Faster. Looking to bring her to the brink of release and push her to fall.
“Don’t stop!” She whimpered when he was deep inside her hot sex, her pussy walls fluttered wildly around his cock. “I need more.”
He propelled back and went deep again. And again.
“God. Yes. More!” She screamed.
Things turned hazy then. The need to mate overruling any ability to slow down. His pace quickened. He snarled at the squeezing her pussy did on his dick. With each slide her muscles sucked his cock tight. He bit his lip to keep from coming like an amateur.
He caged her under him, dropping on all fours and still slamming his cock deep into her hot sheath. His blood burned in his veins with each stroke in her silky depths.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
It wasn’t going to last. Each time he drove into her and her pussy clung to his cock and sucked him deep he lost more of his ability to keep going.
He rubbed his cheek on the back of her shoulder, inhaled deep, and let the beast come to the surface. A harder slam and she tensed under him with a scream. Her body convulsed, back plastered to his chest and channel sucking his dick like the best oral in the world.
Brain focused on the need to mate, he bit down as she rode the wave of her release, sinking his canines deep and scarring her with his mark. His mate bite. She jerked under him, another round of fluttering of her sex on his dick, and he knew she’d come again.
His balls drew tight. The firm grip on his cock yanked his orgasm forward. It tore from the top of his spine to the small of his back, until he was squeezing his ass taut to drive as deep into her as possible. Electric shudders raced down his body as he came hard into her slick sex, the sensation absolute heaven. He growled into the skin he held between his teeth. It was fucking amazing. To the point he jerked above her enough times he worried he’d hurt her. But he couldn’t stop the flow. His cock pulsed, filling her with his seed. The connection between them thick. Unique. Perfect. He didn’t know how she could have ever doubted they were meant to be together. He reveled in her sigh of joy. Loved that she leaned her head back and into him.
He hated pulling out of her heat, but knew they couldn’t stay that way. He curled an arm around her waist and slowly shifted their positions until he was sitting on the tub with her on top of him. He stroked her belly, enjoying how quickly he could see evidence of their coming offspring.
She turned sideways to glance up at him. “I’m sorry.”
He frowned, scenting a slight amount of sadness from her. “Why?”
“For not trusting you before.” She leaned her head on his chest, wet hair rubbing between them.
“What changed your mind?”
“Kass.” She met his gaze, took the hand he had on her belly, and brought it to her lips, kissing his fingers. “When she said the things she said, I realized I already did trust you. I didn’t want to admit it, but I did. I’ve always known you’re not like most men. And that’s one of the reasons I love you.”
His chest expanded with emotion. She loved him. He could see it in her eyes. Hear it in her voice. And more than that, scent the sweetness pouring from her. “I’m sorry you’ve been hurt by the things you’ve seen in the past, love. But I’ll promise
you this: I will never lie to you. I’ll never put anyone above you. And I’ll always be here when you need me.”
“I’m sorry things turned out the way they did with Kass.” His chest ached when her smile dimmed.
“It’s okay. She worked with those people to hurt our family. She needed to be held accountable for what she did. Your dad was much kinder than I thought he’d be with her.”
His father had sent Kass away with the warning that if she ever returned she’d be imprisoned for what she did. Wolfe pack enforcers had taken her home and informed the Golden Creek wolves she should be monitored.
“I swear things will only get better from here, sweetheart.”
Her smile nearly did him in with the big tears filling her eyes. “I know. I’m here for you too. Always. I promise.”
She lifted her head, bringing her lips to his to sweeten the deal. Not that anything could make him back out on the woman he loved. Or the life he’d wanted to share with her. Nothing.
“What the heck?” Karla opened the door to find a trail of rose petals leading from the entrance to the living room. She stared wide-eyed at the multitude of candles covering every surface. Someone cleared their throat, and she did a double-take to the sofa straight in front of her. “Nate?”
He grinned. He wore a pair of pajama bottoms and nothing else. She almost swallowed her tongue watching his muscles shift when he stood to come near her.
“What, um, what’s going on?” She tamped down the urge to jump him and waited for an answer. Her hormones were a bitch all of a sudden, and she’d turned nympho status. Not that he seemed to mind.
“I’m being romantic again. I got something for you.” He winked. “Well a couple of somethings, actually.”
He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her. It was a flyer to customers. At the top, there was a renaming of Nate’s bar from Thirsty Wolfe to Sassy Wolfe. Underneath, it offered a “house special” called Karla’s Chocolate Seduction.
She lifted her gaze up to meet his. “Why did you do that?”
“It’s not my bar anymore. It’s ours.” He curled his arms around her waist, holding her close to him.
“What made you decide on Sassy Wolfe?” She licked her lips, her heart pounding hard in her chest.
“It’s one of the words I think of when I think of you. Sassy, sexy, and beautiful. You’re all of the above. Besides,” he cupped her cheek, “the Thirsty Wolfe was more me. I wanted it to be more about us now. And your sassiness makes me happy, so Sassy Wolfe it is.”
“But why did you add my drink? It wasn’t necessary.”
His eyes shone with love. “I want everyone to know my mate’s concoction is our house special.”
Her throat closed up on her. “Why?”
“Simple. I love you. I want you to be part of everything I do.”
“Thank you doesn’t sound big enough for all these lovely things,” she murmured and leaned in to kiss his lips. “I love you.”
He met her halfway, brushing his lips over hers, and just as she was about to deepen the contact, he pulled back. “Hold that thought. I got my other something coming.”
Oh hell. “What is it?”
He turned around, and she really did almost jump him. A large tattoo of a set of wolves and cubs covered his back. There were no names, but she knew what it meant.
“Oh, Nate!” She gasped. “It’s beautiful.”
He turned back to face her. “I know.” He pulled her into his arms, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I really think you should get that tattoo with my name on it.”
And there he went again. “No.”
“You know you want to.”
She fought the grin threatening to split her lips, but couldn’t stop the chuckle at his little kid expression. “Nope. No tattoo. I’ll leave that to sexy, hard bodies like yours.”
She loved the fact Nate’s inks were beautiful art pieces she got to see up close and touch whenever she wanted. Her previous favorite had been a tribal piece of a wolf. She found the intricate design of black lines and loops that turned into a howling beast fascinating. But now her favorite hands down was the one on his back of their family.
“Fine. Then I have something you can do.”
She leaned back and met his gaze. “Wasn’t this about you being romantic?”
“Yeah. We’re going to go to the bedroom, and you’re going to rub—”
“If you say your feet, you’re going to find out why that sofa is comfortable to sleep on,” she grumbled.
“I was going to say you’re going to rub that sexy body of yours all over me, and then I’m going to eat your pussy to the point you’re going to think you died and went to heaven.”
She sighed and got on her tip toes to kiss him. “If I must.”
“You must. Your mate says so.” He cupped her face and kissed her. “And then—”
She groaned. “Jesus, there’s more? I just got home from work. I’ve been listening to eight year olds ask me everything under the sun all day and have managed not to lose my mind. What else do you want from me?”
“You’re going to say you’re going to marry me.”
She jerked her face up to meet his gaze so fast she almost got whiplash. With a hard swallow, she finally spoke. “What?”
“Say you’ll marry me. I love you and I want you as my mate, my wife, and the mother of my children. I’m going for three out of three.”
She stood there in shock. He got down on one knee. Her breath froze in her lungs as she watched him pull a box from the pocket—a pocket she had no idea his pajama pants had—and opened it to reveal the most beautiful ring she’d ever seen. An antique band with scrolls of leaves and a large diamond solitaire in the center.
“Will you marry me, love?”
Hurtling herself at him was probably not the brightest move, but she couldn’t have predicted that would be her response. “Yes! I’ll marry you.”
He laughed as they both landed with him under her and the ring somehow finding a way on to her finger. “Now how about we go to the bed and do that other part we discussed.”
Continuous happiness filled her heart ever since she’d decided to open it to his love. And even though she was only a few months pregnant, her body’s changes seemed to bring out the tender side of her man. Not that he hadn’t been a sweetheart before, but lately his constant pampering brought endless smiles to her face. Sometimes his attempts were downright comical. Like the time he tried to bake.
He might be a great cook, but cookies hated him. Hockey pucks had nothing on him. And yet knowing he’d tried to do something because she’d been craving homemade chocolate-chip cookies meant more than him going to the store to buy them. Their children, all three of them as confirmed by her doctor, were lucky to have him as their father. She was lucky to have the very caring shifter for a mate.
In seconds, they were on their way to the bedroom, feet stomping on the wooden floor. “I think I like this you being romantic side. How often can I expect it?”
“Every chance I need an excuse to drag you back to bed,” he said with a cocky smile.
“Yeah,” she giggled, “I really like this idea.”
Read on for a sneak peek of the book that started it all in the Sassy Mates Series . . .
“PLEASE?” JORDAN LEANED forward on the sofa and gave her best imitation of what Ellie called “puppy eyes.” A soft squeaking protested Jordan’s wiggling on the leather. She knew her enthusiasm probably rivaled that of a four year old at Christmas, but she was so close to cracking Ellie, she didn’t care.
“No.” Ellie’s voice didn’t sound as sure as it had the first five times Jordan had asked the same question.
“I thought you wanted me to write this book on shifter mating rituals? Don’t you think I need to watch it? I mean, I can’t just write a book on your history, for your family’s records, based solely on what you tell me. I have to see it.” Not really, but she was not telling Ellie that and messin
g up her chance of watching something so cool.
Ellie frowned. “Well—”
“Come on.” Jordan huddled closer to the edge of her seat, almost falling off in the process, once again rubbing the leather and making it whine. “Look, I swear to you, I will be on my best behavior. I won’t do anything to call attention to myself. I will just observe from the sidelines. Heck, I’ll observe from the distance with binoculars.”
Ellie rolled her gorgeous blue eyes and ran her fingers through her short blonde bob, making the strands glimmer under the light of her sitting room’s lamp. “I don’t remember a single time you have ever been on your best behavior.”
That was true. Jordan’s mouth always got her into some kind of trouble, especially with the other faculty at the school where she taught.
“Okay. I pinky promise.” She lifted her hand, curling all her fingers until only her wiggling pinky stood.
Ellie bit her lip and groaned, still unsure.
“I know shifters are not exactly common knowledge with most of the world. But you have to admit that with more human-shifter interaction, it’s only a matter of time before you guys lose a lot of your history. I promise to write a specific detailed account. Nothing but the history behind this event.” Her heart pounded so hard. She wanted to shake Ellie and order her to agree already.
“Jorda-a-an!” With the way Ellie said her name, in that soft sigh of defeat, Jordan knew she had her. “If I agree to this insanity, you have to swear not to do anything to let anyone know you guys are there! You will get me in so much trouble.”
Jordan struggled and failed to stop the smile from splitting her lips. “I promise! I promise! You know I am dying to see this whole scenting ritual.” She rushed to say. “Now why is it such a big deal to keep this all quiet?”
“Because,” Ellie leaned back on her sofa and stared at the ceiling, “this is an old tradition. Males and females from all over will come together to meet each other, some for the first time. Kelly and Marco are going to see if they are compatible.”
“But they’ve met once, right?”