by Godiva Glenn
Her hands covered her breasts. “You look kind of… feral right now.”
“You have no idea.” He pushed her hands aside and pinched her nipples until she let out a soft cry. “I didn’t know what was hiding under that owl, but I’m pleased with my discovery.”
She bit her lip and rolled her eyes. “I want to see you.”
“Mmmhmm.” His hand cupped her satin-covered pussy and his fingers pressed through the fabric to stroke the furrow of her slit. He closed her eyes and groaned before letting her go and standing up straight.
He yanked his navy t-shirt off and his hands flew to his waistband.
“Hey. No rush,” she chided.
His brow arched and he paused on his belt. “You said—”
“It’s called a striptease.”
His jaw nearly dropped. Not only had he never done such a thing for a female, but to see the sparkle in Nancy’s eyes and hear the request from her lips floored him. “You are not the artsy bookworm I thought you were.”
“All artsy bookworms are horny and insatiable, trust me,” she said with an impish grin. “We probably like it rougher and dirtier than anyone else.”
That admission brought a tingle that crawled up his spine and left his mind blank for a second. He looked down his body, more aware of his movements. She sat up on the bed, perched forward with interest. In line with her wishes, he undid his belt with less hurry and when he slid it free, watched her reaction.
Never blinking, she paid apt attention as he unzipped his fly and shoved the denim down, revealing his black boxer briefs. He grabbed himself through the cotton, squeezing and stroking his thick length. Every part of her signaled her desperation for him to continue, from her frantic pulse to the hot scent of arousal.
“Are you wet?” he asked. He knew the answer—hell, he could practically taste it in the air.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He rolled his shoulders and gave himself another teasing tug. He liked the game of going slow, but it tested him. He wanted to give in. He wanted to dive into her and be the answer to her needs.
“Please,” she begged.
He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shoved the black fabric down, sending his erection bouncing up. She stared while he stepped out of his pants and boxers.
Reaching a handout, she mouthed a soft, surprised, “Oh.”
“Do you like it?”
She glanced up, mouth hanging open for a second before her lips curled up in satisfaction. “Are you for real?”
He stepped forward, placing his cock against her outstretched hand. She gripped the shaft and squeezed.
“You’re so…” She trailed off and slid her hand up and down his cock, her grip light but enough to drive him wild. “It’s…”
There was the barest hesitation in her voice now, but he wasn’t discouraged. Lupine males were well-endowed, that was a simple fact. He already knew, going by what he’d been told by his previous human encounters, that he wasn’t average. He also knew that there were plenty of women who weren’t interested in a guy his size outside of fantasy.
“I’m going to get you nice and ready before I stretch your pussy over this, trust me.”
He crawled onto the bed, prompting her to scoot back. He guided her to lay at the head of the bed and kissed her neck as she sank onto the pillows. Her body trembled as he settled with his stomach between her legs to better nibble his way down.
Eyes closed to better savor the taste of her skin, he captured her breast with his mouth and circled the nipple with his tongue. Her fingers twitched and raked through his hair as she squirmed beneath him, enticing him further. She tasted clean and perfect, and he was driven to leave his mark on her skin.
He bit down on the hard tip, gently at first then gradually applying pressure. While he worked, his hand massaged her other breast, contrasting soft motions to the sharp sensations of his teeth.
“Too much,” she finally gasped, causing him to break free.
He licked the now reddened bud and kissed it before repeating his attention on her other breast. She had more tolerance on this one, and his teeth broke the skin ever so slightly. When he pulled back to view his art, a chill of pride ran through him.
Her eyes were already heavy-lidded, and her thighs pressed against him. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight than this. Sliding down the bed, he dragged his tongue down the center of her stomach and didn’t stop until he hit her underwear.
He took hold of the material and ripped it off within a blink, drawing an excited gasp. Nancy’s delicate aroma dazed him, and he hooked his arms around her thighs to keep her close and still. With a single, long lick he dipped deep into her folds to seek out where her arousal pooled.
The room filled with her soft moans as he enjoyed every inch of her, exploring her and becoming drunk on her sweet taste. Again and again, he swept his tongue through the moisture that seemed unrelenting. Pulling the entirety of her sensitive flesh into his mouth he sucked and teased, until she quaked and cried out above him, and still, he continued.
Her thighs shook and shivered but he held her pinned, tormenting her and nibbling her clit until she tried to pull away. No words left her lips, only long sounds that teetered between pain and pleasure.
He released her on one side, but only to have his hand free to plunge two fingers into her soaked slit. His eyes closed as he encountered her tight inner walls. The sensation made him long to bury his cock into her gentle heat and paint her with his cum, but she wasn’t ready, not yet.
Above him, the moans grew fainter. He worked his fingers in and out in a slow caress, giving her a break, allowing her a moment to catch her breath. Eventually, her hips rocked to his movements and he raised his pace. Latching onto her clit, he pumped into her and waited for the sign that she was close.
Her breath held and there was a slight tremble to her muscles. He worked in another finger and held on as she bucked against him, climaxing with a muffled scream this time, music to his ears.
He didn’t torture her this time, instead drawing away as her heart beat evened. Kissing her sweat-glossed thighs, he readied himself for the next part. She liked it rough, and that was fine, but tonight he was more wild than anything else. Rough was a kink for some, but for him, it was a natural part of sex. It was like breathing. Combined with his impatient cock and his wolf breathing down his neck, he felt almost dangerous.
Sitting up, he noticed Nancy had wadded up a corner of her blanket to cover her mouth. He pulled it away and crawled over her.
“No. I want to hear it all.”
She nodded as if in a trance, her dilated stare distant. The back of his mind joked with him, that she’d sleep well tonight.
He settled his body over hers, fitting perfectly between her still trembling legs. Nestled at her entrance, he placed a kiss on her forehead. She gripped his arm with one hand, or at least she tried. Her strength was completely gone, and her squeeze was like a whisper.
Dropping his hips, he slid into her, as slow as he could manage. She was still tight, even after everything else. He grit his teeth and worked in and out, painstakingly gaining an inch of depth at a time. Her fingernails bit into his arm now, and her eyes were clenched shut, but her softly parted lips were smiling.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “You’re cheating. I’m not going to last.”
Her smile grew and she shifted her hips. “Aww,” she whined. “But I need you to.”
He placed a hand on her lower back and lifted her slightly then shoved himself in the rest of the way. He couldn’t handle slow and careful any longer. She wouldn’t break.
A drawn-out expletive slid from her tongue, marking her pleasure, then a mumbled, “Give it to me.”
He gave in to the urge to let go. His hips pistoned into her, giving her every thick inch of his cock exactly how she wanted. She was as tight and wet and hot as he’d anticipated, and a primal need came over him. He wanted to keep her. He wanted to be the only on
e to feel her inner walls clutch and spasm. He wanted to be the only one to taste her and hear her whimper and beg for more.
She moaned his name between panted breaths, and he fought to keep from exploding. Not yet. He wanted a little more. In and out, again and again, he sank into her and dragged himself out while savoring her uneven whimpers and thumping pulse. She writhed beneath him, peaking again for however many times—he’d lost count.
He growled. Inside his head was a battle he’d never fought before. He needed to remain human but the pressure to shift was right there, staring at him, and he didn’t understand why. He opened his eyes and took her in, relishing her smooth skin and the sheen of sex.
The red tint to her lips and nipples riled him further, and though her inner walls squeezed at him like a velvet vice he slipped free before he released everything. He held her tight as he spilled outside of her, twitching against her stomach as he emptied.
Racing thumps filled his ears. Her pounding heart. It cleared his head of the strange thoughts and urges. He kissed her lips as tenderly as he could manage, but already the wild pressure was rising again. He could go all night with her but knew she needed rest.
“Let’s get you another shower.”
SEVEN
“No one has ever, in the history of my life, spoken to me like that,” Nancy reminisced sleepily. She’d gotten out of the shower and wore a fluffy white robe, suspiciously devoid of owls. She joined Wyatt at the island where he was forcing himself to eat a bowl of pathetic salad.
He’d cleaned off the best he could using the kitchen sink, needing to avoid being trapped in a small glass cage with her naked body. A naked body he could still see in his mind.
“Wyatt?”
He blinked and met her teasing stare. “I heard. I wasn’t sure what you meant.”
“The dirty stuff.”
His brow furrowed as he thought back. “I don’t remember saying anything particularly dirty.”
“I suppose it wasn’t a lot, but it was more than I’ve ever heard. I’ve never been told I was going to be… you know. Stretched by a massive cock,” she said with a spot of tint to her cheeks.
“I didn’t call it massive,” he said, shaking his head.
“But it is.”
He ignored that and slid the rest of his salad away. He was only eating it so they could reheat the pasta and eat together. “Did you like it?”
“I think I need more of it in my life,” she admitted. “Though… I’m usually more careful.”
“I thought rough was okay,” he said, a bit concerned.
Her brow wrinkled and she leaned to one side. “I mean, we didn’t use protection. But thank you… for you know. Pulling out.”
“Oh!” He cleared his throat. “I can’t get you pregnant.”
“Because?”
“Because… I can’t. Promise. There’s no chance of it.”
“Have you been… snipped?”
He recoiled a bit at the thought. “No. It’s a condition.” Which sounds a lot worse, though not as bad as, I’m actually a wolf shifter and we can’t reproduce with humans. It was a prime reason for why sex with humans was acceptable. But the idea of explaining that to her sounded ridiculous. “I don’t like to talk about it. I’m shooting blanks.”
She studied his face. “And… the other thing?”
His mind was blank for a moment. “Other—Yes, I’m clean. Nothing nefarious going on. I definitely wouldn’t do that to you.” Her brow furrowed and he suspected that everything out of his mouth currently sounded like the same lines any other guy would use to get raw sex. “You know Mija and Charlotte would kill me if I did that to you, and then Damon would resurrect me and kill me again?”
That softened her expression and she side-stepped toward him. He took her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. He felt like he should say more but his thoughts jumbled between there being too much to discuss and nothing at all to say.
“I wouldn’t mind doing it again,” she said. “Since we got the awkward stuff out of the way.”
The haze of their adventure had faded, however, so as tempting as it was to see how much he could make her blush, he steered clear. She appeared to be in a daze of sorts, and he didn’t want to push further past the line they’d crossed. What now?
She looked around the kitchen and yawned. Lethargy tugged at her expression. Skipping dinner tonight, I guess.
“I’ll put this away,” he said.
She nodded and shuffled close to him, wrapping her arms around him in a tender hug. “I’m going to pass out. I’m surprised I didn’t drown in the shower.”
“Need me to carry you?”
“I can walk.” She released him and left, her feet dragging the floor.
Listening to her shuffle through her room jostled loose his brain. He wiped his hand over his mouth, shock hitting him. He’d crossed the line he knew he shouldn’t. Not like he hadn’t told himself over and over that he could never touch her. Now he was screwed. Her scent was still stuck in his nose, her taste still on his tongue.
She wasn’t just another human. She wasn’t a one-night stand he’d picked up at a bar. The thoughts he had while with her went against everything he’d felt before. He couldn’t mate with a human. He had a plan for his life. A plan that included a sexy lupine female and children running around.
He mentally slapped himself. It was only sex. He hadn’t proposed to her. There was nothing stopping the situation from ending exactly where it was without moving forward. His eyes slid to the couch. What the fuck do I do now?
Was he supposed to sleep on that again? Go back to the motel? Did she want him to join her in the bed? There was nothing that stood out as the obvious correct choice.
He shoveled a handful of cold noodles into his mouth before searching for Tupperware. First things first. Get the kitchen cleaned up. His stomach growled as he put the food away, but he didn’t like the thought of making a pig of himself while she slept. He was still a guest.
After that was taken care of, he took a quick shower with water icy enough to make his sack practically retreat into his body. He needed it. Being two doors away from Nancy had made his cock jerk to attention, but it felt decidedly skeevy to even entertain the thought of jerking off in her shower. So icy water it was, and plenty of it, until his erection gave up and he was clear of dirty thoughts.
Nancy was sleeping soundly, and watching her for a moment made it tempting to crawl into bed with her. But that seemed like relationship territory. They couldn’t have a relationship, or rather, nothing outside of friendship. He’d be gone soon enough. He couldn’t let emotions form in either direction. Snuggling would definitely latch on and lead down that path.
He pulled the bedroom door closed but left a small crack. Grabbing his wallet and both his and her keys, he mentally navigated the area for a burger place or something that would be open late. There was definitely a taco drive-thru that was open until 2 am.
He descended the stairs quietly, not wanting to wake her. The apartment had a strange layout. While it was two floors from the outside, the entire apartment fit the top floor. The bottom was her garage, which he hadn’t seen but knew to be her art room. Probably as a result of the layout, the stairs were notoriously squeaky. He managed to reach the bottom platform without a sound and headed out into the night.
The door clicked shut behind him and he made sure it was locked. Glancing up at the balcony, he sent a thought apology. He needed space and air and a ton of red meat to process everything.
* * * *
Wyatt was only gone for two hours. Two hours, three burgers, countless french fries, and one god-awful burrito that had ended up in the trash.
He was full but no less confused. Being with Nancy, even for a night, was a mistake. For a mistake, though, it felt awfully natural. His reflections of everything reminded him of what Nancy had said before when they were standing in the kitchen.
There was comfortable ease between them. He understood
that now. He’d been with women before, and he had a few failed relationships in his early search for a mate. Intimacy always felt forced before, and if not forced, halted and awkward.
He hated to admit it but the few times he’d tried to get close to Charlotte had been strangely uncomfortable. The chemistry seemed to flicker off the moment things got too heated. Maybe it was a sign from the ancestors.
It made no sense to him that everything came so naturally when it involved Nancy. Made no sense that she enticed his wolf as opposed to repelling it. Images of her writhing body flashed in his head and reawakened that disturbing urge to mark her. Claim her.
Maybe this is the illness Reid meant. Being away from the pack has my wolf confused and wanting a human.
If he didn’t have Nancy’s apartment keys, he would’ve headed back to his motel and slept it off. But he did have her keys, so he went back to her place and stared at her door for a few minutes before venturing inside.
He climbed the stairs as carefully as he’d left, but it didn’t matter. At the top of the stairs, Nancy was pacing.
“You’re back,” she said in a strange tone.
“Yeah. I thought I should…” He didn’t even know how to finish the sentence. He didn’t know what he thought.
“What did we do, Wyatt?” She collapsed on the couch and hugged the pillow to her chest. Her words were slurred with sleepiness. “I almost thought I was taking care of them. Don’t ask me how it slipped my mind because it’s not like me to…”
“What’s wrong?” He joined her on the couch and peered at her in the darkness. “I wasn’t gone long. I made sure the door was locked and I wasn’t far away.”
Her head fell to the side. “What? The animals aren’t here.”
“Are you okay?”
“You smell like french fries,” she mumbled against his chest.
“Are you hungry? I can reheat the pasta.”
She drew back and yawned into her fist. “No. I should get back to the zoo.”
“Nancy?”
She stood but looked unsteady and drained. Without thought, he rose from the couch and lifted her into his arms. He’d heard of sleepwalking. It seemed like Nancy was sleep conversing.