by Amanda LeMay
Gunner’s eyes flashed green fire. His Alpha power suddenly snapped out, surrounding me in a tight grip that took my breath away before it slowly simmered down to a warm, all-over body caress.
“Hmmm...that’s so nice when you do that Alpha power thingy,” I murmured.
He grinned. “Whatever you want, whenever you want it, but...holy hell, baby.” He shook his head and smiled. “I want you sober, or at least, not quite so drunk, when we try somethin’ like that.”
“Oh. Well. You’re probably right.” I yawned, hiccupped, then broke into another round of giggles.
Gunner picked me up in his arms and we were off toward the house.
“Wait. Where are we going?” I squealed. My arm flailed out as I tried to point toward the barbeque and all the food. “Don’t you wanna eat?”
“Oh, I’m gonna eat all right.” Gunner grinned then stopped and gazed at me. “You hungry? ’Course you’re hungry. You haven’t put a damn thing in your mouth since supper last night, except a couple of swigs of coffee and a helluva lot of tequila.”
“That’s not true.” I touched my smiling lips, remembering what I’d had in my mouth earlier that morning. My whole body tingled with heat.
“What?” Gunner stared down at me for a moment. “You ate?” His eyes widened and his mouth slowly curved into a big, wolfy grin. “Oh, baby, I don’t think that counts as a food source.”
I shrugged my shoulders and yawned again. “You first, food later.”
“Whatever you want, baby.” He growled and started toward the house again. “And I’m thinkin’ I’m gonna need to get you naked and in my bed before you pass the hell out.” He looked over at the barbeque and called out, “Hey, Denny.”
“Yes, sir?” Denny shouted back.
“Pile us up a couple of plates and stick ’em in the fridge.”
“Yes, sir!”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
I WIGGLED OUT OF GUNNER’S arms, got my feet on the rug, then backed away carefully, smiling the entire time. Gunner’s hungry gaze ate me up with every step I took. His Alpha power surrounded me, made me hot in so many delicious ways. Striping my little jacket off, I flung it onto one of the wingback chairs. Gunner shook his head and grinned as his hand flipped the lock on the new deadbolt set into one of his bedroom doors.
I gaped at the big lock that hadn’t been there earlier. “Wow. You weren’t kidding, were you?”
“Hell no. Had one of the boys install it this morning.”
“How’s that going to work when you have two doors?”
“This little thing.” He reached up and tapped a long, thick latch at the top of the opposite door, holding it in place. He pointed to the floor. “Got one down here, too. Not that any wolf couldn’t break the damned door down if they wanted in bad enough, but it’ll keep them from bargin’ in, willy-nilly.”
“Very smart.” Grinning, I kept walking backward until my butt hit the windows. “I’m surprised your phone hasn’t interrupted us since last night.”
“Turned that damn thing off. Everybody knows where I am. They got an emergency—they can call someone who’ll find me, and that’s only after they’ve run whatever it is through Brenin. I gotta wean this pack off of depending on me for every fuckin’ little thing.” His gaze locked on mine. “I got someone I wanna take care of. Someone I wanna spend my time with and spoil the shit out of. Someone I wanna spend long hours making love to, in every way I can think of.”
“Oh, yes, please.”
I was more than ready to get started on the spoiling and the lovemaking. I turned and peered up and around for blinds or curtains or anything to shut out the world and give us a little privacy. And block out most of the light illuminating his room from outside. We hadn’t needed window coverings the night before. Even though he’d seen my brands, had either his mouth or hands or both on them, I’d rather he didn’t have to deal with the visual every time he made love to me. Besides that, the uncovered windows provided a full-on view to any and all wolves still outside. The deep, wooden patio cover shaded us from the sun, but in no way blocked anyone from looking in.
“Where’s the curtains?” Anxiety tinged my voice.
“No curtains or blinds. Don’t need them. The windows are tinted. One-way. We can see out. No one can see in. So,” his voice dipped low, “no one can see what I’m gonna do to you.”
My heart did that little flip, causing heat to pulse throughout my veins and settle heavily in my breasts and between my legs.
“They may hear us, but that’s it.”
“Oh, how clever and convenient.” And somewhat worrisome, since I’d be naked and completely exposed in Gunner’s full view.
Stop. He doesn’t see them. He only sees me.
“Didn’t want to block the scenery.” His arms came around my waist from behind. He kissed my cheek, my jaw, my neck. “Never thought I’d have someone to share it with.” Rough fingers slid up my arms, leaving a heated trail. He murmured in my ear, “Got somethin’ for you.” His hands moved down my body and settled at my hips. His erection pressed hard against my lower back.
“Yes.” I dropped my head against his shoulder and sighed. “I want you, Gun. Want you inside me all the time. I crave everything about you. Your touch, your scent, your big body on top of mine. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Yeah, I’ve thought about strippin’ you naked and sinking my dick between your legs only about twenty-two thousand, three hundred and eleven times since we got up this morning.”
I laughed. “That’s all?”
“Hey, that’s a rough estimate. It’s probably more.”
His warm fingers slipped beneath the hem of my blouse, traveled slowly up my ribcage, bringing the fabric and my arms with them. He pulled my blouse up over my head and off the tips of my fingers. Suddenly self-conscious, I tried to tuck my arms into my body, but he lifted them away, his calloused palms running down the underside of my forearms until he reached my wrists.
He spread my fingers out on the glass in front of me and whispered, “Don’t need to hide from me.”
Rough hands retraced their path up my arms, around my ribcage, and under my breasts. I gasped as his fingers brushed lightly over my sensitive nipples. Every muscle in my body tingled as pleasure shot through me.
I moaned, and leaned my head to the side. “Kiss me, Gun.”
His lips touched mine for only a second before he spoke. “I kinda like you being tipsy. I might have to tipsy you up more often.”
“Why is that?” I flicked my tongue out and swept it over his bottom lip, searching for the contact I craved.
“You lose a bit of your reserve.” His words were little more than a low, heated growl. “Almost talk dirty.”
“Almost?” A lot of my drunk had worn off, but, like Gunner said, I was still a bit tipsy. And more than willing to talk dirty if that was what he liked.
“Yeah. Almost.” His hands slid down my waist and inside the waistband of my skirt. He worked it down my legs until it gathered at my feet and I kicked it away. “I’m gonna make you come now, baby, slow and hard and deep, and I wanna feel every fucking second of it. I wanna be buried inside you when you explode.” His fingers teased around the edge of my panties.
“Stop talking and get naked already.” I groaned. His fingers slipped between my legs, over the top of the satin, a little tease.
“That’s what I wanna hear, baby.”
He hooked his thumbs into my panties and pulled them down my legs and off my feet. His hands moved slowly from my ankles, up my calves and thighs, and over my bottom.
“Damn, Simone, your skin is so soft.” He rubbed his stubbly cheek over my sensitive skin. The prickly pain heightened my senses. “I’m gonna lick, and suck, and bite. Eat you up, baby.”
I glanced down at him and smiled. “Be my guest.”
“I intend to take full advantage of you, but I got something I wanna do first.”
His hands fell away from me as he stood. I heard th
e soft rustle of his button-fly jeans as he shucked them down and tossed them away. He gathered my hair and swept it to the side. It tickled as it brushed gently over my nipple and breast. His lips trailed kisses down my neck to the edge of my shoulder. With his right hand on my hip, he stroked his hard cock along the crease of my bottom.
“Spread those beautiful legs of yours.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I stood on my toes, bent forward slightly, and leaned my forehead against the window. The head of his cock touched my center and teased up and down, spreading my wetness over and around until I was trembling with anticipation.
“Please...Gun...please...” I begged breathlessly.
He chuckled. “Love knowing you want me. Want this.”
His long, hot length slid inside me and took my breath away.
“Oh, Gun, yes.” My fingers squeaked against the glass as I closed them into fists. “More, please.” He gave me what I wanted. All of him, in one swift, hard thrust that lifted my toes off the floor. “Gun...oh, love...when you do that. So good...so good.”
“Damn...love being inside you.”
My rapid breaths fogged the window as I panted. I stood there as every muscle in my body twitched and pulsated. My heartbeat pounded in my ears and throbbed around Gunner’s thick cock. I twisted my head and laid my cheek against the window, trying to catch my breath. Gunner didn’t move, simply stood there as if he were waiting for me. I tried to move upward along his length, but he sank his fingers into my hips and held me still.
“Please!” I whimpered. “Please. Please.”
His fingers dug into my muscles. “Close your legs, baby. Close ’em tight.”
I braced myself against the window before I moved my legs together. Gunner’s legs settled against the outside of mine. I squeezed my muscles tight around his shaft.
A deep, rumbling growl came from Gunner’s mouth. “Holy...fuck...” His canines scraped over my shoulder. “Don’t...move, Simone...just stand still.”
Already overwhelmed, I could barely speak. “What...why?”
“Because...this.”
And then...I felt it.
A slowly intensifying sensation grew inside me. Gunner’s already huge cock expanded with a rhythmic, massaging motion that touched me in ways I’d never been touched before.
“Oh...oh...oh...”
The marvelous massaging motion rippled along the inner walls of my sex, easing and relaxing every muscle in my body, as if my brain were dumping massive amounts of endorphins throughout my bloodstream. My flesh tingled with awareness. It started in my fingertips, moved down my arms, into my shoulders and neck, down my back and chest and over my breasts, and through my torso and hips. Then my legs grew weak. Only Gunner’s tight hold at my waist kept me from collapsing against the window and sliding down into a puddle on the floor.
“What...what are...you doing...to me?” My tongue and lips tingled. The fullness in my core hit the edge of pain and I loved it.
“The bonus, sakana. What makes me a Breeder.” He growled.
“That’s...incredible.” I whimpered again as waves of pleasure moved through me. “Oh, Gun...” Gunner was my very own sex toy. No batteries required. I smiled and relaxed into the internal massage. “Does it...feel this...good...to you...too?”
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” His teeth clamped down hard on my mark, and the sharp sting shot straight to my core, tipping me to the almost there stage. He released me and I sobbed.
“No, Gun, please.”
His pelvis moved slightly as he chuckled. “I gotta kiss your mouth, Simone. Give me your lips.”
I walked my fingers up the glass as I arched farther and farther, until I was able to lean my head to the side and give him what he wanted. Gunner’s hands inched up my ribcage and held me as my fingertips barely kept contact with the window. His open mouth came down on mine. His goatee tickled my cheek as our tongues danced together. Even though my body was loose and limp, the space between my legs was on fire, pain and pleasure mixing in the most glorious ways.
“Touch your breasts for me,” he murmured into my mouth. “Love watching you.”
He held me steady as I cupped my breasts, and caught his groan on my tongue.
“I wanna put my mouth all over you.”
“Yes,” I whispered as I caressed myself.
My thumbs smoothed over my shiny brands and I froze. My lungs locked on an inhale.
He could see them. See me...touching them.
His fingers gave my ribs a little squeeze.
“It’s just you and me, sakana. You and me...making love.”
I’m okay. Everything is...good.
Yes. And nothing Gunner hadn’t seen before.
“Baby...you good with this?” He pressed deeper inside, shifting the massaging action farther back, making me gasp as the pain spiked higher.
“Oh, yes. I am so good with this.” I rolled my nipples between my fingers and a delightful sensation burst inside me, bringing me closer and closer. “Don’t stop.”
“No fuckin’ way. I can feel you, baby. You’re clenching around me so hard, it almost hurts.” One of his hands moved and smoothed a path up my spine, pushing me forward against the window again.
I splayed my fingers on the glass to keep from falling on my face. He bent over me. His right arm wrapped beneath my breasts, holding me steady while his left hand slipped between my legs.
“Come for me, Simone. Come for me now.”
His finger slid over my clit and that was all it took. I exploded like a firebomb, crying out as heat scorched my insides and traveled through every muscle and nerve. I was sure if I opened my eyes and looked, I would see flames bursting out of my fingertips. I panted my way through the hardest, longest orgasm I had ever experienced. Gunner never let up. His fingers continued to stroke me, worked me thoroughly until I collapsed against the glass and wept.
“Simone?”
The fullness in my core retreated, yet his cock still filled me and I wanted more.
“Oh, Gun...amazing.” I sniffled and wiped my cheeks as I struggled to catch my breath. “I don’t mean to cry. I’m just...overwhelmed. Amazing. You’re amazing.”
“Whenever you want it, I’ll give it to you.” He kissed my shoulder. “Only, there’s one problem with making love that way.”
“A problem?” I jerked my head up and saw his handsome face reflected in the window. A sexy grin turned his perfect lips up.
“Yep. When I’m spread open inside you, I can stimulate you like crazy, but I can’t be sliding in and out of that sweet, wet channel of yours. Which means I can’t come. If I wanna get off—which I gotta tell you, there is nothing better than coming inside your beautiful body—but I gotta move to do it.” His hands gripped my hips. “You ready for me?”
I braced my arms on the glass, nodded my head, and whispered, “Fuck me, Gun, please.”
“Sweetest words I’ve heard come out of your mouth.”
Then he did exactly as I asked.
GUNNER LAY FLAT ON his back, his left arm behind his head and his right hand clasped in mine. I lay on my side, memorizing the line of every muscle, every dip and separation of his big body. Strange that in his human form, he had very little body hair—only a small, soft trail below his belly button leading down and around his cock.
“Has anybody told you how old I am?”
My stomach dropped. I shook my head. “No, not exactly.”
“I was born in 1899.”
It took me about one second to do the math.
He was not that old. Jessy said wolves lived well into their three-hundreds. Gunner had many more years left to live—to spend with me.
My heart did that little flip again. Tears burned the backs of my eyes and tightened my throat with joy. I parted my lips to speak, but ended up yawning instead. He didn’t seem to notice since he was staring at the ceiling.
“Bred for the first time in 1918. Bought my first truck in 1926 when I started building this ho
use. Even though I’ve lived for so damned long, I’d never met anyone who knocked me off my feet like you did. From the first moment I saw you, I knew you’d be the only female I’d ever love. I knew. All the way down to my soul, I knew. Never once thought it would happen to me.”
He shook his head slightly. I squeezed his hand, trying to encourage him without words to keep talking. He sighed and squeezed my hand back.
“I tried to leave that night. I knew you were safe with Kern and them, but I couldn’t. I was sittin’ out in my truck when Kern found me. He yanked the passenger door open and slid his ass inside. We sat there not talking for a long time. I was trying to figure out what the hell had slammed into me and Kern sat there fighting his own battle. He finally opened up. Told me the hell you’d been through and, no shit, I’ve never seen Kern want to tear someone apart so bad. You woulda thought he was talking about his own flesh and blood. What Rule did to you, fuck, Kern just telling me what he saw on your body hit me so damn hard. I thought hearing it from Kern would’ve prepared me for when I got a good, up-close look, but it didn’t. Shit, you know it didn’t. You were right there watching me puke my guts out.”
“I know, and I’m still so sorry about that.”
“Couldn’t be helped.” He gave me a squeeze. “Well, if Maygan hadn’t come out and found Kern and me out there plottin’ Rule’s death, Kern Googlin’ flights to San Francisco on his phone, me pulling out my credit card ready to pay, I don’t know what we would’ve done. We were hot. Fuckin’ livid. Going for blood. If not for Maygan talking some sense into us, I’m not sure how far we would’ve gone.” He paused and sucked in a deep breath. “That’s not me. I’m the cool-headed one. I may be a hard-ass on my pack, but I think everything through. When it comes to you, Simone, I’m having a hell of a time keeping an even temper.”
