Night Surrender

by Godiva Glenn

  “I thought you said we were just acquaintances.”

  She scoffed and rolled her eyes. A pink tint hit her cheeks. “I was trying to play it cool. Hot guy rolls into town. Takes you to a restaurant. A museum. Cooks for you… I thought that you get women throwing themselves at you all the time. I didn’t want to be that obvious.”

  “But now?”

  “If you’re leaving, I guess there’s no harm in coming clean. Either you aren’t interested or I’m getting the brush off because I’m human, right?”

  Some vague memory of expecting Nancy to be the one to see through him itched at the back of his mind. And hadn’t she already said as much? She’d known he wasn’t who he’d said he was from the start. But she’d given him her trust anyhow because she was loyal to Mija, her friend.

  “Right. I should go,” she said before rising to her feet. “I won’t tell anyone about the whole lupine thing. No one would believe me anyway.”

  He stopped her at the door, one arm outstretched and blocking her hasty exit. Looking down at her, he didn’t know what to say. After everything that they’d been through together, this didn’t seem like a proper goodbye.

  He leaned down and hauled her against his chest. Her shocked gasp landed on his lips and in the next second, he was kissing her, melting all his thoughts and words down and hoping they came through this way. She reached and hand around his neck, keeping him close as their tongues collided and danced.

  The stale scent of two-star carpet faded away, replaced with Nancy’s floral aroma and the heat that hummed along her skin like she was some sort of power source.

  He lifted her up and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. If he wasn’t already feeling overwhelmed, that would have sent him overboard. He carried her to the bed, regretting the stiff blanket and over-bleached sheets, but they didn’t have other options.

  “I need to be inside you,” he said, breaking free of their kiss as they fell onto the bed.

  “But…”

  “Nancy,” he growled. He stared her down. He didn’t want to talk about it.

  Her hands slid between their bodies and squeezed his erection through the fabric of his jeans. “Then… I’d like a taste of this first.”

  “A taste?”

  “I want to wrap my lips around it,” she murmured.

  He closed his eyes. “You can’t talk like that.”

  “Like what? Like I want your cock?” she asked innocently.

  He growled and pinned her down. He licked his way to her neck and sucked on her pulse. Her heart was racing for him.

  “Please,” she whined.

  He couldn’t say he’d ever had a female beg to suck his cock. It was hot. More than hot, actually. It made him feel on top of the fucking world. “I can’t say no to that.”

  ELEVEN

  Nancy’s petite form rested over Wyatt’s, her small breasts pressing against his chest. They’d eagerly stripped down to nothing, and even though the room usually had a chill in the air, he felt nothing but the fire of Nancy’s bare flesh against his. Nibbling at his jaw, she moaned, high and breathy. Filled with excitement and longing.

  She slid down his body, her short nails gently scratching along his skin as she traveled to her destination. And all he could do was stare up at the white popcorn ceiling and pray he didn’t embarrass himself by blowing his load too quickly.

  There was a first time for everything, after all. If he went by things he never thought would happen, falling in love with a human would top that list. Anything was possible now.

  “Are you nervous?” Nancy teased. “I don’t bite… unless you’re into that.”

  He sucked in a shallow breath through his teeth. “I’m concentrating. And biting is nothing to me.” He raised his head and watched her with one eye. “In fact, I plan on biting you later.”

  She laughed softly, the action blowing warm air onto the lower plains of his stomach. “Are you sure you aren’t a vampire?”

  “Don’t get me started on those bloodsuckers,” he groaned.

  “Are you serious?” Her hand was on his cock, but her grip slacked.

  “A story for another time.” His dick twitched. Enough said.

  Her eyes widened for a moment, and he could imagine the questions she had. The bed creaked as she rose on her elbows for a moment, but whatever she aimed to say didn’t come. Instead, she shook her head and whispered, “Unbelievable,” before giving his length a firm squeeze.

  Between two lupine, sexual activity was limited. Foreplay was as far as it usually went, and that generally happened between couples. The overall pack experience was rather familial outside of relationships.

  Being that Wyatt had participated in less than a handful of lupine relationships, and only a few more human one-night stands, there was still a newness about having a beautiful female holding him the way Nancy now held him.

  A newness that somewhat stunned him, truth be told. He relaxed against his flat pillow and simply absorbed the sensations of being touched and appreciated. He was a giver, but that didn’t mean he was opposed to receiving.

  She’d started simply enough, gripping him and teasing him with slow up and down motions. He rested a hand easily in her soft hair, content to tangle his fingers in her deep brown locks as she jerked him off.

  But then she pressed those soft lips to the tip of him, and he could hardly suppress his moan. Her tongue swept over his sensitive slit as her mouth engulfed him, causing his hips to raise from the mattress. He wanted more, and suddenly his patience was gone.

  He slid further into the warm depths of her, feeling her tongue pressed flat against him as she welcomed him. Fucking perfect.

  His stomach tightened and he thrust into her. Gently at first, but his control slipped. His hand knotted in her hair.

  “Mhmm.” She pulled free and gasped. “You’re too big to do that,” she lectured.

  “Sorry?” He couldn’t muster a real thought. He just wanted to get back to heaven.

  “As sexy as it is to choke on your cock, I’m going to set a rule,” she said with raspy breath. “If I dig my nails in your thigh, it means I can’t breathe.”

  He nodded but realized that likely wasn’t enough confirmation. “Right. Scratch me up if you have to. You’re sort of… putting me into a trance.”

  She tsked through her teeth. “Flattery will get you in trouble, wolfy.”

  “Worth it,” he replied, settling back down.

  She pressed her free hand to his leg and massaged before returning to his length. She licked a wet path from base to tip before blowing on him, a strange sensation that made him squirm with anticipation. A moment later she descended, taking him in inch by torturous inch. The edge of her teeth teased his skin, a deliberate drag that both aroused him and reminded him of how much control she had at the moment.

  He fisted her hair but didn’t apply pressure to her head, allowing her to take her time and do what she wished. She didn’t need his help to send his heart racing.

  Her head bobbed, slow and steady, and with each delightful rise, her tongue traced the flared rim of his cock’s head. The tick of the clock seemed to stretch apart and dissipate until all he heard was his own pulse, a dull thud beating in his ears, assisting the melt of proper thought.

  Sinking deep into Nancy’s mouth, tickling her throat—it was vaporizing his brain cells one by one, and he welcomed it with open arms.

  Pressure built at the base of his spine, growing with every movement she made, not only her mouth on him but the way her long hair had fallen loose and brushed his thighs, and the way her hand was steadying herself on his leg.

  Little noises escaped her, adding to the moment. Her breathing, her steady pulse, the way her arousal scented the air—his mind wanted to file everything away and keep it forever. He had to pull from his daze to realize this would be it for them. The last chapter of their time together.

  Despite that saddening thought, his body tightened, ready for release. He could
spill on her lips and keep going… remarkable stamina was a lupine endowment… but he had something else in mind. And maybe reminding her that he wasn’t a mere human wasn’t ideal right now.

  “Dear gods,” he hissed. “I love… that.” Close call. Almost said ‘I love you.’

  She hummed, sending a sizzling vibration down his shaft and sac, straight to that winding maelstrom of ecstasy ready to explode.

  “I need to be inside you,” he said, brushing the hair from her face.

  She licked her lips. “You are… in a way.”

  “Get on all fours,” he said in a more demanding tone.

  She rose up, giving his cock a final squeeze before crawling away from him on the bed. A husky chuckle slipped from her lips. “You’ve got a way of taking my mind off things.”

  “Good.” He replied, watching her with a haze of awe clouding his thoughts.

  This tiny woman. This human. The way his wolf sat content in the back of his mind told him that it was equally lost. It wasn’t fighting him. It wasn’t necessarily encouraging him, either, but neutrality was just as much an action.

  He knelt behind her and traced a hand down her curved spine, making her shiver. On separate occasions with Nancy, his wolf had been protective or scarce. And staring down at her naked form, ready and waiting, he could feel subtle pacing.

  Pressing his length along the outside of her, flesh against wet flesh, he felt a primal stir. His wolf did want this. Wanted to mate with Nancy, even if it wasn’t possible. Maybe I’m not crazy after all.

  But sanity was little comfort. She still wasn’t lupine.

  “You’re cruel,” she whimpered. “Teasing me…”

  He lifted his tip and steadied it at her entrance. “Can you handle this?”

  “One way or another,” she replied.

  He slid in, just an inch. Barely a start, but she hissed long and breathy. Tight and drenched, maybe too tight. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “A little pain isn’t the end of the world. Keep it coming.” Her words were barely a muffled whisper, air dancing around the pillow she’d pulled close to her face. “I want to think only about us right now.”

  His fingers raked along her smooth skin and took hold of her petite waist. He held her still as he pushed into her, slowly claiming her. By the time he’d buried himself completely, his skin hummed with lupine power. He curled over her and licked the curve where her neck and shoulder met.

  If she were lupine, he’d take her like this in his true form. He’d bite her and hold her, solidifying a mate’s agreement. He’d spill into her, over and over, until she marked him and completed the process.

  But she’s not. Still, he bit down until a sharp exhale left her.

  “More,” she said.

  He straightened and pulled half-way free of her body before pistoning forward, shaking her and the cheap mattress. The bed creaked as he pounded into her, giving her every inch and everything she wanted.

  Her moans drifted and echoed through the room, bringing life to bleak surroundings. She gave up on trying to hold them in. Her slick inner walls clutched at him, signaling her impending orgasm.

  “Come for me, beautiful.”

  She fell apart with high-pitched, broken sounds that were music to his ears. He held her hips as she tried to fall forward, and kept pumping into her the moments after when she feebly tried to crawl away.

  “Too much,” she moaned.

  “But you want it, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she said, the word becoming a hiss.

  “I want to finish inside you,” he said. He needed it. He could only imagine fucking Nancy in his lupine form. Stretching her with his cock and giving her his knot. If only she could actually take it.

  “Do it,” she whispered.

  One of his hands slid to the front of her body and he circled his fingertips over her clit. “Together.”

  “I can’t…”

  “You don’t have a choice,” he growled.

  He pressed his thumb over her sensitive bud and worked it. She trembled on her hands and knees. After watching her finish again and again a few nights before, he knew all of her tells. She would start to hold her breath. Her hands would grab the blanket and hold tight.

  He slid two fingers into her, joining his cock. She gasped at the intrusion but the moment he massaged her inner walls she became putty. He listened for her breathing. She sucked in a breath and held it.

  Two more thrusts and she shattered. He closed his eyes as his own pleasure shook through him like a collapsing building. Her inner walls quaked and milked him empty, taking everything he had.

  He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck as he continued to throb into her heat.

  “Holy…” she whispered.

  “I love you.”

  The moment froze. His mouth hung open, lips parted and stuck on the last syllable he’d spoken. His wolf was slinking along his skin, trying to nuzzle Nancy, but she’d never feel it since she had no wolf of her own.

  It was karma. After growing up to believe that humans were less than lupine. After fervently believing that lupine that mated with humans were betraying their species. His perfect soul mate one in the wrong body. One that couldn’t even welcome his true form.

  I fucked up.

  * * * *

  Wyatt grazed his fingers up and down Nancy’s still arm. Her breathing had slowed but she’d yet to say a word or respond to his outburst. Maybe she hadn’t heard. A burst of luck, perhaps.

  He smoothed her hair, damp from sweat, and turned her head to face him. A gentle smile met him.

  “Let me start the shower,” he said while caressing her jawline. “Get you cleaned up.”

  “Okay.” She pulled his hand to her lips and kissed his fingertips. “Join me?”

  “It’s tiny, or I would.”

  “Join me,” she said with more confidence.

  He nodded. Whatever she wished. Eventually, this bubble would burst, and he wanted to delay the inevitable. He untangled his body from hers and left the bed. The bathroom was cramped, and half of it was the shower.

  The knob squeaked in his hand and the water took a minute to run hot. He grabbed the complimentary bottles of cleansers from the counter and steadied them on the plastic shelf in the shower. He lived in a trailer, yet it was nicer than this. Of course, Nancy’s apartment was like a mansion in comparison.

  He turned and found her leaning against the doorway, naked and watching him through heavy-lidded eyes.

  “Cozy,” she remarked.

  “Sorry, it’s not—”

  “The Hilton?” She walked past him and tested the spraying water with her hand. “Water’s hot. Can’t ask for anything more.”

  She stepped in and he joined her. With the glass sliding door shut, the space seemed even smaller, but Nancy didn’t seem to mind. She tilted her head up and let the water pour over her, and some of the calm she felt wafted to him.

  He’d never showered with a woman before, but everything with Nancy came naturally. It was easy to maneuver with her, like they were doing a strange dance that they’d done over and over.

  Soon he was massaging her scalp with honey-scented shampoo while she made purring noises. The suds trailed down her breasts in a river that culminated between her thighs. That’s all it took to get him started. He’d thought they were nearing the end, but his cock had other ideas.

  Cozy was the right word, after all. He lifted Nancy and steadied her back to the cool shower wall as he slid back into her. She shivered for a moment but by the time he was balls deep she was steady and eager.

  The water pelted down on them from the side. He ducked down and covered her mouth with his. She was a furnace, burning him to cinders and coals. She didn’t taste human. Her nails down his back didn’t feel human. The way her body welcomed him and urged him definitely didn’t scream human.

  She was his. Nothing else mattered—for now.

  The tiny room trapped her soft noises, the so
unds of which trickled into his ears and slowly pulled him apart. He missed her already. Wanted to stop time and capture this moment forever. He pressed his wet forehead against hers. Her eyes were closed, an expression of lost ecstasy painted over her face.

  She was close, and he wanted nothing more than to give it to her. She clung to him as she sucked in deep breaths and held each one a moment longer than the last.

  “Come in me again,” Nancy panted. “I want it.”

  He growled. “Why?”

  “I don’t know,” she replied hesitantly.

  “You have to know why, if you want it. I know why I want it.”

  “Because it feels good,” she said as pink rushed her cheeks.

  He thrust into her, fierceness fueled by desperation, fitting their bodies together until she cried out with every deep stroke. A primal urge had come over him to fuck her thoroughly enough that she’d never forget him. He wanted to claim her and paint her with his fluids.

  He wanted to fill her and be irreplaceable so that long after he’d gone, no mere human could ever fuck her the same.

  It was a maddening desire. His teeth grit and breath seized as he came, and her shuddering walls meant she’d found release as well. He continued to hold her up as he teased his lips against hers. She shook against him, and he could only imagine that her legs were probably jelly.

  He was fine. He could hold her up forever.

  “That wasn’t actually my plan,” she said once her breathing had returned to normal. She tapped his shoulder and he put her down carefully.

  “Neither mine.”

  She shivered and scooted back underneath the water, which had cooled but was still warm enough to be pleasant.

  He turned her to face the showerhead and massaged her shoulders. She looked back.

  “Why did you want it?” she asked.

  The question bounced around his head while he pieced together the moments before they’d finished. “Because I’m crazy.” She made a curious noise and he continued, “You make me crazy. I wanted to claim you, it’s not how I normally think or act.”

  “I see.” Her brown eyes twinkled, and she looked away. “Well, consider me completely claimed.”