by Renee Rose
“I want you,” she breathes. “I need you.”
And who am I to deny her anything?
Sadie
Deke’s big hands grip my head, holding me still for his kiss. He backs me against the wall and presses himself against me. And I feel him—all of him. Either there’s a giant gun in his pants, or he’s excited to see me.
My pussy spasms. “Yes,” I breathe.
He kisses down my neck, his right hand still gripping my hair. He tugs me into position, taking control. His other hand finds the edge of my cute little dress and starts to draw it upwards.
And then I realize I’ve made a mistake.
“Wait,” I gasp although I hate to slow him down.
“Not waiting,” Deke growls. “You want this.”
“No, not that, I do want you, but this dress...it’s pretty tight and…” I trail off, wishing I didn’t have to explain. “I’m wearing...shapewear.”
His brows knit together, and he slips his hands under my dress, where he
encounters what I’ve been trying to tell him about.
“What is this?” he growls, sliding his hand along the tight bodysuit, trying to find my skin. “It’s like armor.”
“Yep. Girl armor. Guys wear it too. I think Scott has some although he’d never admit it.”
“Fuck.” His hand goes between my legs, where the bodysuit has made me smooth and sexless as a Barbie doll. “It’s a fucking chastity belt.”
I let out a hysterical giggle. “Yes.”
His laugh is pained.
“Fudge.” I press my center against his palm, grinding. “Just tear it.” I feel his nails scrabbling along the sausage-casing-like tube, trying to find purchase, so he can rip the damn thing off me. Meanwhile, I’m about to explode from the friction of his demanding touch.
“Fuck this shit,” he snarls and grabs my hips. He lifts me bodily, so I’m hitched up between the wall and him, straddling his leg above the knee.
“Grind down, baby,” he orders, and I do. I grab his shoulders and ride his thick thigh, dragging my greedy pussy up and down. The prominent ridge of his quads provides the perfect place for me to rub. I rock my hips, angling so the hard muscle rubs me just right.
There's a rip, and Deke drags the top of my dress down. His fingers find the top of my strapless bra and tug it down. He bows his head and licks my nipple.
“Oh fudge.” I brace my hands on his broad shoulders, dig my nails into the bunched muscles like granite under my palms, and rock my hips faster. Deke groans, pressing me up against the wall.
“I’m close.”
“Thank fuck.” He hitches me up higher, and a little growl escapes my throat. I surge against him, trying to find the right amount of friction.
“That’s it, baby. Take it.”
My orgasm rises, white hot, burning my brain. I press my face into Deke’s shoulder, and as I climax, I bite down to stop my cry.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
“Oh God,” I pant. “Oh God.” There are voices outside the hall. I want to scream at them to go away. “We have to get back to the party.”
“Fuck that.” He bundles me in his coat to cover my torn dress and scoops me into his arms. “Our room. Our bed. Now.”
Sadie
To my delight, Deke uses his stealth superpowers to slip past the party undetected and carry me to our room.
Once there, he sets me down and turns to lock the door.
I back into the dark room, letting his jacket fall from my shoulders. My torn dress gapes open at the front. I raise my hands to fix it, and Deke growls.
“Your eyes,” I murmur as he prowls forward, and I back away slowly. His eyes seem to glint in the dark like a cat’s—a bright green. Shivers run up my spine at the sight of him, a predator looming in the darkness, stalking me.
“Take off your clothes,” he growls.
I halt, and I raise my chin, standing my ground, delighting in this game.
“Or what?” I challenge playfully.
“Or I'll remove them for you.”
“Promise?” My voice is breathy. Breathless.
He moves faster than a guy his size should be capable of. His hands are on me, ripping fabric. With a few harsh cracks of sound, my dress and shapewear are no more. I can't say that I regret it.
I kick the remains of the fabric away. I'm naked but for a bra and a tiny lace scrap of panties.
“Your turn,” I say and put eager hands on him.
His t-shirt feels as soft as it looks. I whip the dark fabric off, revealing the toned, tanned expanse of Deke’s chest.
“I need you,” I gasp. “Now.” My hands fumble at the button of his jeans. Things aren't happening fast enough.
“I’ll give you what you need,” he murmurs.
I give a fake growl and shove him down onto the bed. He lets me push him, falling backwards, his gaze undressing me as I climb over him. I am Naughty Sadie. Sadie Uncaged.
“Eager, baby?” he asks, chuckling.
“Shut up.” I grin, and I straddle him and work open the button on his pants. My thighs strain as they splay over his giant frame.
His big hands cup my butt. “You're a bad girl.”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
His eyes light with green-gold flame. He rolls, so I'm under him then flips me over and smacks my ass. “Bad, bad girl.”
“Yes.” I knead the bedspread with my hands, bracing myself and pushing my ass up in the air. “Yes, I am.”
Deke smacks my ass again. “Bad girl.” He drapes his lower half over me, rubbing his cock into the crack of my ass. Then he lifts off and spanks me harder.
I hiss, gritting my teeth against the sting of his palm. Deep inside, the pain undergoes some beautiful alchemy, so with each smack, bliss radiates from my core. I moan and push back into his punishing hand.
“Fuck, yes,” he mutters. And then my panties are off, and his mouth is on my backside, his stubbles scraping the chastised skin.
I cry out as he licks between my cheeks, a delicious sensation that's oh-so-taboo. I tilt my hips inviting him to lick me lower down. His tongue flicks my entrance.
“Fudge!” I pant, crying out for more.
He rolls me back over. I love how strong and sure he is. How easily he takes charge and positions me. I don’t have to worry or wonder if I’m doing something right. He makes it all so easy.
He tugs the cups of my bra down and palms my breasts, squeezing, then brushing his thumbs across my tightened nipples. When he lowers his mouth to take one between his lips, I arch up, moaning. He sucks my nipple, nips it lightly while he kneads my other breast.
Feeling bold—because Deke always makes me feel bold—I push his head lower.
When he lifts his head, his grin is feral. He moves lower.
Deke pushes my knees wide and licks into me, his tongue parting my nether lips, tracing around the insides.
Shiver after shiver of pleasure ripple through me. “Yes,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his dark hair.
He penetrates me with his tongue then swirls it around my clit.
“Please,” I pant.
He circles it again, then flicks it with the tip of his tongue over and over again. I lift my hips, chasing the sensation. My entire body is a live wire, radiating with unspent energy.
Deke slides a finger inside me. It feels delicious, especially when he strokes my inner wall. But I want more. “Deke,” I gasp. “I want you.”
His head jerks up, and he stares at me with those green-lit eyes. His expression is almost alarmed, and for a moment I fear I’ve come on too strong. That he’s going to back off again. But then he gets up and shucks his jeans and briefs, retrieving a condom from his wallet.
I unfasten my bra and untangle myself from it, squirming around on the bed, fully naked. Ready.
So ready.
I’ve never been so enthusiastic for sex in my life. Deke makes everything thrilling. Anything possible.
He pounces over me with a lig
htness that seems at odds with his large size and nuzzles into my neck, kissing and biting.
I arch to rub my breasts over his hard chest, my head falling back. I cling to his huge arms, trying to pull his body down over mine. “I need you,” I repeat, still half-afraid he’s going to back off.
“I’m gonna give it to you,” he promises, ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth and then rolling it on. He drags the sheathed head of his cock through my wetness. I plant my feet wide, knees wide apart to receive him. I tip my hips up.
His face contorts as if in pain as he eases into me. “Sadie,” he rasps. “Fuck.”
“Yes!” Oh, heck yes. I thrust up to take him deeper because he’s going too slow, and he curses again.
“Deke, yes.” I grab his muscled butt and pull him all the way in, wrapping my legs around his back and hooking my ankles.
A shudder of pleasure runs through him, and he starts undulating slowly. It’s like beautiful, art-film porn. Our bodies are locked together, and we move as one—him giving, me receiving. I don’t know how long the perfect, mindless pleasure goes on, but soon it’s not enough. I bite his shoulder. Unlock my ankles and bring my knees up toward my shoulders, spreading myself wide.
More pain flickers over Deke’s face. “Fuck, Sadie.” He holds my knees and pumps faster, his loins slapping against mine in a delicious rhythm. I stroke my hands everywhere they’ll reach, loving the feel of his skin, the tone of his huge muscles.
“Yes,” I encourage. It feels incredible. “Deke.”
“Sadie,” he rasps, rising to his knees and lifting my hips into the air, his large hands gripping my butt as he pumps into me.
“Oh my God,” I pant, nearly out of my mind. I’ve never had sex like this—so uninhibited and raw. So beautiful and natural and easy.
He gives his head a shake, like he’s trying to clear it. For a moment, I see the glint of his teeth, and they almost appear sharper. Longer. But it must be the way they glow in the moonlight streaming through the window.
He shakes his head again and pulls out, flipping me back over and arranging me on my knees. When he enters me from behind, it’s pure heaven. He gets in deep. I instinctively drop to my elbow to roll my hips even higher, to make the angle even better.
Deke grips my hips and slams in, seeming to lose control. His breath rasps, ragged and harsh. His loins slap against my butt, filling the room with the delicious sounds of our love-making.
“Sadie.” His shout is a warning.
“Yes, please,” I cry. I’m so ready to come, I’m just waiting for him.
“Sadie,” he chokes again. I absolutely adore hearing my name in that strained, guttural tone. Like he can’t hold back. Like I drive him wild. It’s so different from the quick, boring interludes Scott and I used to have.
“Give it to me, Deke,” I rasp.
His shout almost sounds like a roar. Or an animalistic snarl. He buries deep inside me, his fingers squeezing my hips with a bruising grip.
“Yes!” I cry, my muscles spasming around his cock, my own orgasm cresting and splashing over me. “Yes, Deke, oh God.”
He bumps my butt in several tiny thrusts, wringing out more pleasure from me. More squeezing of my internal muscles. More ripples of pleasure.
I love you. The words are in my head, but fortunately, I stop myself from saying them. I don’t know what this means to Deke. I mean, I know he didn’t fake it.
There was nothing fake about anything we just did.
But it might have just been sex.
Which is fine.
Totally fine.
Oh God, it’s not fine. I don’t know why I thought I’d be happy with just having Deke for the weekend.
Now I want him for keeps, and he’s already made it clear he can’t be that for me.
Deke
Oh fuck, I nearly marked her. My teeth descended during sex, coated with the serum that would permanently embed my scent in her skin. I almost marked and claimed Sadie as my mate, which would permanently bind her to me.
I was able to hold back, though, and still give Sadie what she needed.
A surge of satisfaction runs through me at that. I did have the discipline to keep my wolf in check. For Sadie, I did it.
For Sadie, I could do anything.
I ease out and dispose of the condom. My wolf is agitated, pissed that I didn’t mark her, but I have him under control. As soon as she’s asleep, I’ll get outside and run it off.
For now, though, I can’t bring myself to leave her side. Not when she’s leaning up on her elbow, looking so fucking vulnerable. I come back to the bed and pull the covers down, helping her into them before I slide in beside her.
She immediately rolls her sweet, soft body into mine, resting her head on the place where shoulder meets arm, stroking her fingernails through the curls of my chest hair. “Thank you,” she murmurs.
Even though I just came, my dick punches out at the honey-sweet sound. The suggestion that I satisfied her, getting me revved up to do it again.
A dozen different answers flip through my head. Glib ones like, “At your service” or boastful like, “there’s more where that came from.” But none of them do her justice. None of them fit the beauty of the sex we just had—and I swear to fate, I’ve never called sex beautiful before in my life.
But with Sadie it was. Even the part where my wolf fought for control and wanted to mark her. It all felt right. Protecting her from my wolf felt right, and wanting to mark her also felt right.
I settle for a rumble of assent and kiss her head.
In a few moments, her breath lengthens, and she falls asleep. I wait another half an hour, savoring the feel of her in my arms, before I slip out of bed to shift and run.
Chapter 12
Deke
As soon as Sadie stirs in the morning, I return to the bed. I hadn’t trusted myself after the run to sleep beside her, so I dozed in the chair by the door. It felt right to guard her, keep her safe.
“Deke.” She yawns, curling into me. I grit my teeth as she brushes against my cock, and it hardens to steel.
“Morning, baby.” I dip my head and kiss her, my tongue teasing out her secret longing, stroking the silken cave of her mouth. She moans and arches against me. I scent her wet heat.
I pull away and clear my throat. “It’s almost nine.”
“Is it? Fudge.” She sits up.
“Fudge,” I repeat because it’s so damn cute. “Do you ever curse?”
“Yes.” She grins. “But not often. I would hate to inadvertently do it in front of my kids.”
She pecks my lips again. “I’ve got to go. We have a spa day all day, and I’ll be getting ready with the bride.” She bites her lip, and I want to mark her so bad, my canines ache. “You’re invited to lunch with the groom and the groomsmen. It’ll be a bunch of dudebros in tuxes, and Scott will be there. You could keep an eye on him. I know it sucks—”
“I’ll pass,” I say immediately. “Don’t worry, I’ll entertain myself.” I cup her cheek.
She grabs my wrist and slides one of my fingers into her mouth. Her lips surround it, and she sucks, hard.
“Just a promise of what’s to come,” she says and scampers off the bed quickly but not quickly enough. I snake a hand out and smack her ass, hard. She jumps but smiles, and I almost chase her down. She’ll have the memory of my handprint on her through the morning.
Sadie
The day of the wedding passes in a blur. Spa morning then getting the bride ready. The whole time I want to be with Deke instead. Back up on the mountain having a picnic. Or taking a hike. Or… having another round between the sheets.
But I do my part supporting the bride. Getting into my grape purple bridesmaid dress. Jenn is a lovely bride in a short and sculptural wedding dress. It’s beautiful and modern, with a collar that flares up at the top in an asymmetrical line, making her look like a white calla lily.
As planned, Scott walks me down the aisle.
“You
look beautiful,” he whispers, a minute before we start.
“I know,” I say. “Deke told me.” I actually haven’t seen Deke yet, but I look for his dark head and broad shoulders, rising taller than anyone else in the seats. And when I find him, he’s looking straight back at me. I smile and wave and am rewarded with a subtle nod. Not an overflow of emotion but plenty encouraging in Deke-speak. You got this, baby.
As I walk down the aisle, I hold Deke’s gaze as long as I can. I hardly notice Scott’s frustration, even though it radiates from him. I started out needing Deke as a shield from Scott’s pressure, but now it just bounces off me. I could care less what the man beside me wants. I’m way more interested in what I want, and that’s Deke.
As Jenn and Geoff say their vows, I seek out Deke again. He said he’d never get married. I wonder why. We’ve grown closer this weekend, but not so close that his secrets aren’t a chasm between us. A chasm I intend to cross.
“Great job, baby,” Deke tells me after the ceremony. He tugs at the flimsy strap holding up my bodice. “You wearing shapewear under this?”
Laughter rockets out of me, and I cover my mouth to stifle it. “Nope,” I whisper back. “I learned my lesson.” He moves closer, his lips finding my ear, and I duck my head. “Not yet,” I warn. “I have to do pictures with the bridal party. Then the reception.”
“Fuck the reception,” Deke murmurs, and my pussy clenches.
“I would love to screw instead of going to the reception,” I murmur, watching his eyes heat, “but we have to stay until they cut the cake. And a few dances.”
“Okay.” He removes his hand and smoothes the front of his tux. In his bowtie and cumberbund, he looks like a sexier and more dangerous James Bond. “But it’ll cost ya.”
“I can’t wait until you collect,” I murmur back and obey Brigit’s summons to do pictures with the bride and groom. I can’t help glancing over at him the whole time, and he seems to always be watching me. His eyes flash oddly in the low light.
Later, after the meal and the speeches, Deke and I dance cheek to cheek to Frank Sinatra. Well, not cheek to cheek—he’s too tall. But I lay my head on his chest, and it’s perfect.
