by Lola Gabriel
She ran her hands over Rocco’s body and then she stepped back far enough to allow a small gap to form between them. Marin brought her hands around from Rocco’s back, filling the newly made gap. She tugged Rocco’s jeans open, her fingers fumbling in her eagerness to free his erection.
Rocco followed Marin’s lead, pulling her dress over her head. She moved her hands away from his jeans, lifting her arms in the air so Rocco could peel the dress over her head. He dragged it off her and dropped it onto the ground. She stood before him in her bra and panties and greedily moved her hands back toward his cock. Pushing his jeans down, she saw the huge bulge in his boxer shorts. She quickly pushed his boxer shorts down and reached for his length. She wanted to run her hand over it, suck on it, make Rocco feel as good as she felt, but before she could grab it, Rocco was moving her backwards, walking her toward the bed.
He peeled her panties down her thighs, letting them fall past her knees and to her feet, and then pushed her gently backwards until she was lying on her back on the mattress. She kicked her panties off her feet as Rocco climbed on top of her. He didn’t waste any time and Marin knew he was as turned on as she was. He pushed inside of her, his erection big and hard and delicious-feeling as it filled Marin’s core.
She moaned as he pumped into her, wrapping her legs around his waist, her hands running up and down his back beneath his shirt. He moaned her name and kissed her neck as he thrust into her. Marin matched him thrust for eager thrust. Her whole body was on fire, her wolf going wild inside of her, telling her that this was something special, something far more primal than just lust. It was telling Marin that she and Rocco were connecting on a deeper level, that maybe they could be something magical together, but even as Marin enjoyed the moment, she knew it could never be.
She told herself to stop thinking and just let herself feel, and feel she did. Rocco slammed into her, filling her up, and she felt the fire within herself starting to spread out through her body, waves of pleasure crashing over her. She gasped, her nails scratching at Rocco’s back as her orgasm took her, sending her reeling over the edge.
Her center clamped around Rocco’s cock and her back arched as the pleasure consumed her. She was vaguely aware of him spurting into her and moaning her name as he came with her. She clung to him, her body shuddering repeatedly as her orgasm tapered off and finally faded, leaving her breathless, her muscles turned to jelly.
Rocco rolled off her and they lay side by side for a moment, both of them panting for air. As Marin came floating slowly back down from her orgasm, she was happy—happier than she had been for a long time; both her human side and her wolf side were content. She knew it couldn’t last, though. She knew that for Rocco, this had just been about getting the physical desire between them out of their systems. There was no way someone of his status would get mixed up with a Bailey, not when they were known to cause trouble for the pack. If there was any doubt about it, Rocco had cast it aside by choosing tonight to make his move—a night where he could be with her without anyone knowing it.
She waited for Rocco to utter the words that would break her heart, but he stayed silent, and Marin decided to get in first. It maybe wouldn’t hurt so much if she was the one to say it, and she thought it would be easier all around. Rocco probably didn’t know she had already accepted the fact that they couldn’t be together again and he was probably trying to find a way to tell Marin this was a one-time thing without hurting her too badly.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” Marin said.
She forced her voice to come out steady and normal, but inside, she was breaking, the words the hardest ones she had ever had to say.
4
Rocco lay beside Marin, wishing he was brave enough to argue with her when she told him they shouldn’t have done that. In his mind, they should have done it, and they should be doing it again right now. And then again, and maybe once more. And they should never have to stop. But deep down, Rocco knew that Marin was right. His parents would never accept her as his mate, not considering the troublesome family she came from.
The fact that he had come here tonight purely because he had hoped to see Marin, to hold her and kiss her and perhaps even to make love to her, was no longer relevant. They couldn’t do this again, and Marin was right when she said that what had happened between them shouldn’t have, even if it did hurt to hear the words spoken out loud. Rocco had come here wanting this, but deep down, he hadn’t thought it would happen. He had half expected Marin to refuse his advances, and when she hadn’t, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from being with her. And now they both had to accept Marin’s truth; they shouldn’t have done that. Oh, but they should have. How could something that had felt so right be a mistake?
Rocco sighed and then he sat up. He glanced at Marin, unable to stop himself from taking one last look at her, taking in her bare, sweat-covered skin, her flushed cheeks, her shiny hair. His eyes held hers for a moment, relishing the bright green color. He forced himself to break the eye contact between them, knowing if he didn’t, he would kiss her again. He looked away from Marin and nodded his head, and then he stood up and began to pull his jeans and boxer shorts back up.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said.
Marin stood up and pulled her dress back over her head. Once she was covered, she stepped into her panties and pulled them back into place, before running her fingers through her hair, smoothing it back down.
“So, we both agree that it was a mistake, then?” she said.
Rocco nodded, although what he really wanted to do was pull Marin into his arms and tell her that nothing about this had been a mistake from where he was standing. He wanted to shower her with kisses and make love to her all night long. Instead, though, he had to walk away from her. He knew that much; he had to put the pack before his own feelings.
“Yeah,” Rocco said. “It was just one of those things that shouldn’t have happened but did happen. And now we can just act like it didn’t and go back to normal.”
“So, we have to act like we don’t even know each other?” Marin said with a raised eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Rocco grinned.
Marin laughed softly.
“Good,” she said, and then she breezed out of the room, leaving Rocco to try and work out what she had meant by that. Did she just mean it would be less awkward if they spoke to each other instead of pretending that they didn’t know one another? Or had she meant something else entirely? Something that could let him believe that what had happened could easily happen again?
It doesn’t matter, Rocco told himself. It’s not just Marin who thinks this was a mistake. Oh, who am I kidding? he thought. That was no mistake. He knew it still couldn’t happen again, though.
Rocco spent the next few days telling himself he wasn’t thinking about Marin and that he barely even remembered how her mouth had tasted sweet like peaches or how her lips had felt as though they had been made to fit against his. He tried to tell himself that his wolf hadn’t recognized her as the one for him, that it hadn’t stirred at all. And they were all lies. Marin was all Rocco could think about. Thoughts of her consumed him and his inner dilemma over her raged on inside of him.
He tried to tell himself once more that none of his feelings for Marin mattered. He knew that nothing had changed; he was still the heir to the pack’s alpha position and Marin still came from a family that spelled trouble, but none of the logical reasons he came up with to stay away from Marin were stronger than his need to see her again.
When he could stand it no longer, he stood up and left the house, making his way to his car and driving out toward the office block where Marin worked. He knew roughly what time she finished and he was planning to arrange to “accidentally on purpose” bump into Marin and offer her a ride home. And from there, well, who knew what might happen? He just had to pray that his wolf was right and that this was meant to be and that Marin didn’t really think they were a mistake together any more than he d
id.
Rocco didn’t have long to wait before he saw Marin coming out of the building. His heart skipped a beat and he felt his cock starting to harden at the sight of her. She wore a white blouse and a black pencil skirt that showed off her curves perfectly. He got quickly out of the car and began to walk toward her, whistling and looking around casually as though he just happened to be there.
“Rocco?” Marin said.
He looked toward her and smiled at her.
“Oh, hey, Marin. How’s things?” he said.
“Okay,” she replied. “What are you doing over in this part of the town?”
Not coming just to see you after finding out where you work, Rocco thought to himself. He smiled at Marin.
“I just dropped a friend off,” he lied. “What about you? What brings you out here?”
“Oh, I’ve just finished work. I work in one of the office buildings,” she said.
“Do you want a ride home?” Rocco asked.
Marin looked torn for a moment and Rocco knew she wanted to say yes but wasn’t quite sure whether she should or not.
“Come on. It looks like it might rain,” he said.
Marin looked up into the bright blue, cloudless sky and laughed, nodding her head.
“A ride home would be great, thanks,” she said.
Rocco smiled, hoping it looked like a normal smile rather than one that would give away the excitement swirling inside of him. They walked the couple of meters to the car and Rocco pulled open the passenger side door for Marin. She thanked him and got in. He shut the door behind her and walked around the front of the car, slipping into the driver’s seat.
“Where to?” he asked as he started the engine.
Marin gave him her address, her cheeks flushing slightly as he laughed.
“That’s like two minutes away,” he said, pulling away from the curb and heading toward the address Marin had given him.
“I know,” she agreed. “I guess I just wanted…no, nothing, it’s stupid.”
Rocco thought he knew what she meant even though she didn’t finish her sentence. She had wanted to spend a few minutes with him, just like he had wanted to spend some time with her. He knew he was taking a risk by admitting he felt the same way, just in case he was wrong and that wasn’t what Marin was going to say, but he wanted to put her at ease, and he wanted her to know that her feelings—if he was right and she had feelings for him—weren’t one-sided; if she wanted him, she could have him.
“I don’t have a friend that works anywhere near here,” Rocco said.
He risked a glance at Marin when she gasped in a breath. She started to smile and before he knew it, she was giggling and he was laughing with her.
“I guess we’re both as bad at this as each other,” Marin said as their laughter faded.
“It sure looks that way,” Rocco agreed.
He pulled up by the curb outside of Marin’s place and turned and smiled at her.
“Let’s do something to change that,” Marin said. Her head was down as she spoke and then she looked up at Rocco through her long, dark eyelashes. “Would you like to come inside?”
Rocco nodded, not trusting his voice to come out sounding normal. He cut the engine and jumped out of the car. He had planned to go around and open Marin’s door for her, but she was already out of the car and heading for her gate when he got out. He locked the car and followed her. He couldn’t help but watch the way her ass moved under her skirt.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside. She kept walking without looking back and Rocco stepped inside and pushed the door shut behind him with his foot, not wanting to turn away from Marin for even a second. His eyes widened slightly when she walked down the hallway, passing the doors on either side of her, and started up the stairs. He followed her up them, his heart pounding in his chest. She led him to her bedroom, still not turning around or saying anything.
As soon as Rocco stepped into the room and kicked that door closed behind him too, Marin turned to face him. She looked him in the eye as she pulled her blouse out of her skirt and lifted it. She broke the eye contact for a second as she pulled the still-fastened blouse over her head. She looked back at him again and bit her bottom lip as she reached behind herself and opened her bra. She dropped it to the ground and then her hands started moving to the back of her skirt, but Rocco couldn’t wait any longer.
He moved closer to Marin and reached out, tucking his fingers into the front of her skirt and pulling her toward him. He found her mouth with his and kissed her like he had never kissed anyone before. Their hands moved over each other, groping and caressing, and Marin unbuttoned Rocco’s shirt and pushed it off his arms. She moaned into his mouth as she ran her fingers over his toned stomach.
Rocco moved his hands to the front of Marin’s body and ran his thumbs over her nipples. They were already hard, but beneath his touch, they hardened further, making Marin gasp in a breath. Rocco kept kissing her and working her nipples as he started to walk her toward her bed. When her legs hit the bed, he moved his hands from her breasts and gently pushed her backwards. She landed on the mattress and Rocco grinned down at her. She reached up for him, but he smiled again and shook his head. She frowned and dropped her arms back down to her sides.
Marin’s frown faded, a look of greedy understanding crossing her face as Rocco knelt on the ground between her knees. He ran his hands up her calves and over her knees. He took hold of the hem of her skirt and pushed it upwards. Marin lifted herself and Rocco pushed the skirt right up around her waist. He grabbed her panties as his hands moved back down, peeling them down her legs and off her feet. He ran his hands up her smooth calves again, and this time, he kept going, running them over the soft skin of her thighs.
Marin moaned gently as Rocco’s fingers traced over her inner thighs. He could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin as he moved. He reached the top of her thighs and he pushed on her legs, opening them further. He looked down at Marin’s glistening wet pussy, his cock going wild at the sight of it, his wolf howling inside of him.
He leaned forward and found Marin’s clit with his tongue. He began to lick her roughly, moving her clit from left to right, enjoying the feel of her writhing beneath his tongue and the sound of her breath catching in her throat as he worked her with no reprieve.
Rocco kept licking Marin and at the same time, he slipped two fingers inside of her pussy, moving them in and out of her, making her cry out with pleasure as her wet pussy clenched around his fingers. He could feel her body clenching; she was to coming. When she made a strangled screaming noise, he knew he had pushed her over the edge. Rocco felt Marin’s clit pulsing as her orgasm surged through her body and liquid flooded her pussy once more. His wolf howled again, moving closer to the surface, and Rocco pushed it back down, not wanting anything to interfere with this moment.
He sat back on his feet as Marin gasped and panted and then he stood up. He removed his jeans and boxer shorts, then peeled away his socks. He stood over Marin and he saw her eyes light up when her gaze settled for a moment on his large erection. She smiled and reached up for him again, and this time, he made no move to stop her. He went with her willingly, falling down on top of her, taking his weight on his elbows to avoid crushing her.
He slipped inside of Marin, his breathing growing ragged as he felt how tight she was. He moved through her warm and wet flesh, claiming her pussy as his own, his wolf claiming her wolf as his mate. This time, when his wolf started to emerge and he began to push it back down, he noticed that Marin’s eyes were no longer her emerald green ones. Instead, they were the golden yellow eyes of her wolf. Rocco stopped holding himself back and he let his own wolf start to emerge. He felt his own eyes changing, becoming the eyes of his wolf, and he felt fur spring out over his body. He howled out loud this time as he slammed into Marin and she joined him, their howls becoming one long sound full of lust and desire and longing. They howled again, a synchronized sound of belonging, of two entities coming together a
s one, merging from two halves into one whole being.
As Rocco thrust into Marin’s warm depths, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep his orgasm at bay for much longer unless he got control of himself, so reluctantly, he pulled his wolf back, the fur going back into his body and his eyes becoming human again. The feeling of belonging together, although not as all-consuming now, didn’t fade away.
Rocco moaned as he felt Marin’s body clenching around his length as she succumbed to her own orgasm. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut as she came, her face twisted in agonizing pleasure, but Rocco knew she was still half in her wolf form when he felt her sharp claws scratching down his back. The sharp scratch made him gasp in a breath and intensified the pleasure in him and before he could stop it, his climax slammed through him and he found himself coming with Marin, screaming her name even as she howled and whimpered her pleasure.
Heat flooded Rocco’s body, pleasure consuming every part of him as his cock twitched and spasmed, his orgasm exploding from him and into Marin, cementing their union as one. He could barely breathe, barely think. The pleasure eventually began to fade and Rocco gasped in a huge breath, rolling off Marin and slipping out of her. As he lay beside her trying to get his breath back, he knew this was far from over between them. Whether it was going to be easy or not no longer mattered to him.
He knew in that moment that this thing between him and Marin was definitely about more than just lust. He wanted her even more now that he had had her again, and there was no mistaking what had happened during their lovemaking. Their wolves had bonded, and as their bodies had become one, so had their inner wolves. Rocco knew that whatever happened in the future, he had to be with Marin, no matter what that meant for his place as the future alpha of the wolf pack. None of that mattered anymore. Nothing mattered except Marin and his feelings for her.
