She’s my mate.
He trotted faster.
Trucks, food and gas meant the possibility of shelter. Hotel? Motel?
He spotted the lights blinking off the horizon.
“Hold on, we’re almost there,” he whispered.
She mumbled incoherently.
The sounds of trucks moving along a highway caught his ears.
As he approached closer, he spotted illuminated words on a sign. His heart leapt. Finally.
He crossed over a street to the chain motel. It was hardly a five star place, but he was grateful just the same. Shelter and warmth meant Trudy would live.
He shifted her in his arms as he reached for and opened the door. A bell over the door rang as he entered the small lobby that smelled of old coffee, dirty carpet and cigarettes. But it was warm.
When he reached the counter no one was there. Behind a door he heard a television and a human on the phone.
Kristof rang the bell on the counter.
After a few moments a small Middle Eastern man came out.
“I need a room.”
The man eyed him cautiously. “We don’t take checks.”
“I have cash.”
The little man looked at Trudy, who hadn’t stirred in his arms. “I don’t want any trouble. I won’t tolerate anything illegal here.”
“My wife and I had car trouble up the road. We had to walk quite a ways to get here. She got tired, I carried her and before you know it, she fell asleep.” He tried to shrug. “Wives, what can you do?”
The man looked from him to Trudy again. “Thirty–nine–ninety–five,” he finally said.
“Sure.”
Kristof laid Trudy on the worn loveseat and fished his wallet from the bag. He handed the attendant two twenties and his driver’s license. The attendant entered his information in the computer and handed him a key.
“You’re in room one–hundred and five. Make a right out the door and it’s the second one.”
“Appreciate it.” He gathered his bag and Trudy.
He opened the door to the room and was greeted with much the same smell as the lobby. He closed and locked the door behind him and dropped the bag in a chair. He gently placed Trudy on the bed and went to the thermostat to turn up the heat.
Removing the blanket, he checked her body for frostbite. Her feet and fingers had mild evidence of it.
He ran bathwater using warm water. As it flowed, he opened a drawer and pulled out a phone book. He was in North Dakota. He cursed under his breath and retrieved his cell phone. Still no service.
He picked up the hotel phone and dialed Andras’ cell phone number. Instead of the phone ringing, a pre–recorded voice came on the line and said long distance calls were prohibited. Kristof hung up the line and dialed the number again, this time adding a zero in front of it. He gave his name curtly when prompted and waited.
Andras picked up on the first ring. “Kristof. Where the hell are you?”
He didn’t announce who he was to Andras, who would’ve known it was him as soon as the phone rang.
“North fucking Dakota.”
“What the hell are you doing there? Your plane disappeared. We all feared the worse.”
He explained the last twenty–four hours to Andras, not leaving out any of the details.
“I want to take her to the hospital, but I don’t want to put her back on the grid yet. They’re going through a lot of trouble to send us a message, which in their minds means killing her.”
“You’re right. And now they’re willing to kill you too.”
“Whoever is behind this has a lot of connections–and a lot of money to take care of business.”
“Yes, our money. Which reminds me. How much cash do you have? Do you have enough to grab something to eat?”
“Enough to get us back to Michigan.”
“No, stay there for now. I don’t trust you to get on another plane. I’ll send someone to get you in the morning.”
Kristof snorted. “Just don’t send someone who’ll try to kill us.”
“Stay put. I have it covered.” Andras disconnected the line.
“Bye to you too.”
Kristof hung up the phone and stopped the water. Back at the bed he began to undress her. Under normal circumstances, he might’ve spent more time appreciating her body. But right now, he took extra care to remove her clothes and her dainty undergarments.
When she was naked, he gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bathtub. There, he gingerly immersed her in the warm water. She stirred slightly, but didn’t fight him.
It didn’t take long for her pale skin to become pink, showing signs of life. As the water began to cool, he let some out and refilled with hot water.
He kept this up until her skin became wrinkled. Satisfied that she was out of the woods, he let the water out and wrapped her in a towel and dried her. He put her under the blankets and tucked her in.
He was exhausted. He looked around the room and noticed for the first time that there was only one bed. Right. “He and his wife had car trouble”. The attendant hadn’t asked if he required separate beds and he hadn’t thought of it.
Too tired to give it a second thought, he lay on the bed next to her and fell asleep.
Chapter Eleven
Her body pressed up against smooth hard muscle.
Nice.
She cuddled in closer and snaked her arm across a hairy chest. A low grumble reverberated across her arm, making her want to melt into the back that was so muscular and tight.
Unashamed, she did.
Her nipples, sensitive to the touch, became hardened and erect. Moaning, she grew closer still. So close that her breasts flattened against him. She thought she felt a hitch in the otherwise slow and rhythmic breathing. But as fast as it had come, it disappeared.
Kristof’s body was warm and inviting. She ran a lazy finger across his nipple and circled the small bud. This time, the breath hitch was noticeable.
Her fingers made a trail down a rippled abdomen to the small indent of his belly button, where she found a hairy path. She followed that happy trail to a hairy patch and let her fingers run through the coarse tangles.
His once controlled breathing became so much less now. Labored and erratic was how she would describe it.
She placed soft kisses on his back, one after the other, until her kisses became wet with just the thought of kissing him in another place. Oh, and how she would kiss him there. Kiss, lick and suck was more like it. Her breathing increased and strained. Blood rushed to her core, causing her nether lips to swell in anticipation.
Groaning, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. So thick.
His strong hand grabbed at hers, stilling it before she could explore any further. “No.”
Wetness pooled between her legs. “Please,” she begged.
She’d never begged to get laid in her life. But the thought of caressing his hardened shaft and having him inside of her made her throw any ounce of pride she had left to the side. She wanted him–every hard inch.
“Tru, you’re fragile. I might hurt you,” he strained to say.
“I want you.” Her grasp tightened around his thick cock. “I want this.”
Moaning, he loosened his grip on her hand, but kept it covering hers. She took that as an opportunity to feel his glorious length. She bit her lip as she stroked up and down, feeling the thick vein that pulsated under her hand.
“Oh, god,” he ground out.
Every nerve in her body felt alive with lust. She wanted him so bad. She began to grind unabashedly against his back.
“I won’t be able to hold back.” His voice was so deep, so feral, so erotic.
She nipped his arm. “Don’t.”
With that, he growled and turned around. He pushed her flat onto her back, grabbed her thighs and spread them apart and positioned himself on his knees between them. His eyes focused on her pussy. Every muscle in his body seemed to flex with definit
ion. Her gaze fell from his chiseled abs down to his cock. Thick and hard it aimed at her, as if her pussy beckoned to it. His head lolled back and he inhaled long and deep. His eyes fluttered and his lids closed. “I want to bury my nose in your essence.”
Her mind was unable to think clearly. “What’s my essence?”
He dipped his head between her legs and his lips kissed her most sensitive spot. She let out a soft moan. Then he kissed her again. One after the other he kissed her clit, around it and trailed kisses to her pussy, wetting his lips.
He closed his eyes and took in a deep, shuddering breath. “This. Is your essence.” His tongue made a slow swipe over his mouth, licking at her glistening wetness that had coated his lips. “I knew you’d taste this good.”
Trudy couldn’t stop the involuntary shaking that began in her legs. She wanted him to spread them wider and do as he pleased. Her pussy dripped with the very thought.
He opened his eyes and met hers. “Can I have more?”
Oh shit. “Yes.”
He placed his hands on her inner thighs and did what she had just minutes before wished for. He pushed her thighs farther apart and gave a long, languid swipe from her pussy up to her clit.
From the very first lick she was undone. Soft, yet hard, his tongue probed and stroked her. She threw her head back against the pillow and arched her back. “Oh, yes!” she yelled, as pleasure overtook her.
His tongue glided over her clit, making slow circular motions, only to dip back down. Over and over again he lapped at her until she thought she couldn’t take anymore and then, when that time came, he delved into her pussy and stroked her inner walls, humming and moaning as he did.
Her head whipped side to side, her body contorted as his hands clutched to try to control her quivering legs. Her hands found their way to his hair, entangling in his silky tresses. Trudy used her nails to scrape against his scalp, trying, if possible, to push his face deeper into her.
“So tasty, so very tasty,” he whispered in a raspy voice.
The sound of the heat in his voice and the touch of his lips and tongue on her clit was enough to send a rippling sensation down the back of her neck that traveled the length of her spine.
He released one of her legs. Not being able to hold it up by herself it shook uncontrollably and fell to the side.
“This feels so good,” she moaned.
Kristof trailed his hand up her thigh to part her slippery nether lips. Using two fingers he spread them apart and, while looking up toward her, he gave her another ravishing lick.
“Kristof,” she said, breathing so heavy that her chest began to hurt. Her pussy ached to feel more than his tongue inside of her. She wanted to feel the hardness of his cock gliding across her walls, making her pussy drip. “I need more. Much, much more.”
With a dip of his finger, he glided into her effortlessly. She wiggled as his thick digit penetrated and slid over her G–spot. Latching his lips over her clit, he continued to caress her intimately, sliding in and out as she began to pump against his touch. She wanted, no craved more, but her stomach knotted just the same.
Heat spread through her pussy and his fingers stoked her, building the fire. When his eyes fluttered close and he groaned out in pleasure, as if he was enjoying this more than her, she couldn’t hold back anymore; spasms and convulsions overtook her. She lifted her shoulders off the bed and a scream erupted from her lips as a mountain of pleasure released from her core, igniting every nerve in her body. She rode out each wave with him coaxing her on, telling her that nothing compared to what he was witnessing at this moment.
When the last ripple washed through her, she laid her head back on the pillow and tried to regulate her breathing. It was labored and uneven, as she watched Kristof through half–cast eyes. She wiped away the wet tendrils of hair that stuck to the side of her face. Kristof used a part of the sheet to wipe his face clean. When finished, he moved the sheet to the side and, with his eyes intent on her, he rose to all fours and crawled up her body. She watched him in silence, enjoying his animalistic prowl, anticipating what he had planned for her. He stopped only when his head was over hers and his hips had pushed her thighs up and spread them wide open.
“Is this how you want me to take you?”
The truth was, she wanted him anyway he gave it to her. Front, back, side, on a wall, in the closet…it didn’t matter.
She caressed along the side of his body, letting her fingers roam and linger over every rippled muscle. “I don’t care how. I just need to feel you inside of me.”
He bit his lower lip–hard. “You’re not going to make it easy for me to hold back.”
“Don’t hold back. Give me what you got.”
His eyes changed colors again, shifting to a lighter shade of brown. He pushed away from her and, with a grunt, used one hand to flip her to her stomach as if she weighed nothing.
She peered at him over her shoulder, waiting for his next move. His face was dark, his eyes no longer recognizable. He wrapped an arm under her stomach and lifted her ass high in the air.
There was no doubt in her mind that she was about to get fucked and the thought alone made her pussy quiver.
“Take me,” she said.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he said through clenched teeth.
She knew full well what she was asking. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to be fucked until she couldn’t walk anymore.
Chapter Twelve
He could feel her gaze on him, but couldn’t drag his eyes away from her ass. Perfect and round. Had he ever seen an ass like this before? Probably, but memories of all women before her were slowly fading from his mind, none of them mattered anymore. He kept an arm under her hips, holding her high. The other he used to stroke her perfect pale mounds.
So soft.
She hitched her breath as he ran a finger down the crack of her ass. He could smell her desire, which seemed to seep from her pores. She was growing impatient, this he could tell, but what she didn’t know was that his stamina would outlast hers.
“We need a condom,” she said, somehow finding her voice.
“I can’t catch a disease or pass one on to you.”
“Then wait are you waiting for?” she asked, wiggling impatiently under him. “Please.”
His dick strained and flexed toward her, as if having a mind of its own. Kristof used his knee to nudge one of her legs aside and then the other. He trailed his hand from her ass to the small of her back and mid–way up her spine. He pushed the top of her body flat onto the bed, making her back arch. Bringing his hand back down, he held the base of his dick. Leaning forward, he pressed his dick to her hot entrance. She was slick with need, giving him the chance to guide himself in slowly, letting the head breach her.
“Oh,” she moaned out. Her hands gripped into the pillow.
Her pussy instantly wrapped around and clutched at the most sensitive nerves in his body. He held there, using all his strength not to move, letting her adjust to his size. When her pussy quivered around him, he couldn’t wait anymore.
His intent to ease in slow, giving her one inch at a time was lost. He tightened his hold around her middle and sank his dick deep within her.
Trudy’s head whipped back. “Yes!”
That was all the confirmation he needed. He pulled out only to sink into her again and again and again. Her pussy conformed perfectly to every ridge of his cock. Every time he buried balls–deep into her, he felt her push back against him, slamming her ass on his thighs. Her moans filled the room, the greatest sound he’s ever heard. Her pleasure was his and only for him.
He drove into her, giving her all he had. She bounced her ass, begging for more while grasping and pulling at the sheets. When her pussy began to pulsated around him and he could feel the muscles in her stomach tighten, he knew her time was almost near.
He pulled away against her soft pleading.
“I can take more,” she begged. “I need it.”
He lifted her and placed her on her back and moved to position himself between her beautiful thighs. “I want to watch you come.”
She pulled him down onto her, claiming his mouth for her own. Hot and needy, her tongue searched out his, entwining and dueling. Lips locked together, he eased into her once again. Her pussy welcomed him back like a long lost friend, urging him on. Impatient with his slow rhythmic movements, she brought her hips up forcefully, driving his cock deep within her, digging her nails into his arms.
Kristof bit out a curse. The urge to come was brimming at the surface. He hardened his resolve against it. She wrapped her ankles around his lower back and moved her hips in a circular motion.
He clenched the sheet, balling it into his fist and ripping it from the mattress. He bit down as he strained for control.
She almost had him losing it and she liked it. This strong man–wolf–was fighting a losing battle and she knew it. She could feel his cock twitching inside of her, thickening even more. Digging her nails into his skin, she moved her hips to ride up and down his length.
Oh god, he really didn’t need to do anything else, even if he stayed just like this she’d end up coming all over his dick.
“I’m ready for more,” she said breathlessly. “Give it to me–harder.”
And with that he roared and plunged into her, sinking her ass into the bed. He lifted his hips only to plunge again, this time harder and deeper than before. With each thrust she cried out in pleasure, feeling him within her core was what her body seemed to live for. Everything inside of her felt alive, everything felt so right–she craved him.
She reveled in every glorious thrust, letting her hands roam over his hard body. She was his, even if it was just for the night.
He brought up a hand and clasped onto her breast, cupping and kneading it. A moan escaped her as he began to play and pluck her ripened bud. Heat coursed through her as he brushed his thumb across the sensitive nerve endings.
“Oh, Kristof,” she moaned, bringing her hands up his body to thrust her fingers into his hair.
“My precious,” he whispered. He dipped his head to take her nipple into his mouth. No flick of the tongue or teasing taste, he pulled and sucked with such need all she could do was beg for more.
Brought to His Knees-Tough Guys Laid Low By Love Page 7