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by Renee Rose


  She let out a sort of shocked vocalization. A long “aaaaaah” that ended with several short staccato tones. I had no doubt that was the first time she’d had something in her ass. The way she was responding, it wouldn’t be the last. It suddenly became my life’s goal to get those sounds out of her on a nightly basis. Or daily.

  Screw the Green Berets. My new assignment was making my mate scream.

  What could be more important?

  I worked my fingers slowly, pushing my thumb in deep as I withdrew the finger in her ass, then reversing the motion. All the while, I sucked, licked, flicked and nipped her swollen clit, driving her to a mad frenzy.

  Sweet little human.

  She never knew what hit her.

  She had no idea what she was in for when she slipped me the tongue.

  Her legs thrashed around me as she squirmed and panted and mewled. I switched up my technique and fucked both holes at the same time with quick, short thrusts.

  Her voice rose so loud everyone in the packed motel definitely heard her, and fuck if that didn’t make my wolf preen. Still, she was fighting the orgasm, which would make it all the bigger when she finally let go.

  I broke the suction of my lips over her clit and flipped her to her belly, my fingers still filling both holes. Then I slapped her ass, a cherry red handprint appearing instantly.

  That was all it took. One spank and she came, both holes squeezing up tight around my fingers. I slowed the thrusts and changed back to the alternating rhythm, applying a lighter spank to the same cheek, then another. Fuck, she was a sight. Her thighs stuck out straight beneath her, muscles tight, ass cheeks squeezing while she continued to come and come.

  I squeezed a handful of her pretty ass and shook it. “That’s one version of disrespectful,” I told her. “I have a whole catalog of other ones, if you’d like me to trot them out.”

  She moaned into the covers. I slowly eased my fingers out and sat back to take in her gorgeous form. She lay limp and spent, still catching her breath. Her hair hung in damp sections over her slender shoulder. My handprints bloomed pink on her pale skin. Marked.

  I got up and washed my hands in the tiny bathroom. When I came back, she twisted her shoulders to look at me from under dark lashes. So. Fucking. Beautiful. I climbed on the bed and stroked a hand down her back.

  “Wow,” she murmured.

  I smirked and fell down on her, pinning her wrists beside her head, straddling her ass. “Bite off more than you could chew, little girl?”

  Her face was turned to the side against the bedcovers, and she smiled, looking over her shoulder. “What makes you think that?”

  I leaned down and nipped her ear. “Just checking.” I straightened. My cock ached for release, but I could wait. I was so fascinated by my mate, by this unique human female my wolf had chosen for us.

  But the idea of this activity being her normal gnawed at me some more. Was she reckless with her safety? With men? The protector in me nearly went wild with those thoughts. “Please tell me you don’t make this a common practice.”

  Her brows dipped. “What? Hooking up with strange men in motel rooms?” Tension appeared in her limbs, where they’d been limp before, as if she just realized what she’d done.

  I didn’t want her to think I was judging. Or slut shaming. But I was ready to kill any man who’d been here before me or—fate forbid—would come after.

  I’d plowed into this so fast because I recognized her as mine, but she didn’t know a thing about me. Which scared the fuck out of me. And very little on this Earth scared me. As a shifter, I was pretty much invincible, and I’d been involved in some dangerous shit. Until now. Now, my heart could be destroyed, and she was the only one who could do it.

  “I just wanna think this is something special. A one-off.” I arched a brow. “Is it?”

  She jerked her shoulder with what looked like irritation, and I immediately released her, moving off and setting her free. Scaring her was definitely not part of my plan.

  “Why?” she demanded, defensiveness lacing her tone. “I’m not used to men sticking around.”

  I caught her chin and turned her face toward me. I’d offended her, and I needed to put her at ease. Even thought she’d lumped me in with these other men she mentioned.

  “Come on, throw me a bone, little girl. Can’t you tell when a guy is fishing for a compliment? This is where you tell me I’m special.”

  Since when did I want a fucking bone from a woman? Since her. Fuck.

  She relaxed, a reluctant smile tugging her lips. “It’s a one-off,” she admitted, and my wolf stopped the internal growling. “My sex life for the last three years has been pathetic. The last guy ditched me for my lab partner. So a sex life? Non-existent—but I’m not a virgin,” she clarified.

  That made me want to smash something, knowing another guy had been there before me and been a dick about it. But I couldn’t be a hypocrite.

  She looked me over, took in my bare chest. “I’ve been dreaming of a man who knows what he’s doing. Then you showed up… all ready to rescue me from the raging river.” She rolled to fully face me, that spirited smile stretching her lips. “I deserve a fling.”

  A fling, where she couldn’t be ditched for a newer model because it was short lived.

  It seemed I’d finger fucked her into forgetting about that douche canoe because that smile was megawatt. I was a fucking goner. This was more than a fling, but now wasn’t the time to talk. Taking the smile as an invitation, I covered one small breast with my palm and squeezed. “Happy to oblige, sweetness.”

  3

  MARINA

  * * *

  “Is this a first for you, too?” I shouldn’t have asked. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.

  I knew Boyd was quite the player, and Audrey’d had a hard time initially trusting he really liked her. If he looked anything like Colton, I could see why. This man was Gerard Butler gorgeous. I’d be smart to assume he was as much of a lady’s man as his brother, which meant I had to fuck carefully, not do something stupid like get my heart involved. I was used to men loving and leaving, or maybe not loving at all. If I were smart, I’d expect it from Colton Wolf, too. He was a Green Beret, here in Montana only for the wedding. He wasn’t looking to settle down. Hell, I doubted he was actually looking.

  Still, I found my heart beat faster waiting for his answer.

  “I’m not a virgin either.”

  I rolled my eyes. Duh. “Your mad skills gave that away.”

  He gazed at me, his expression clouding before he answered. “Little girl, I do not make a habit of picking up drenched women by the side of the road and seducing them.”

  “I thought I was seducing you,” I countered, biting my lip. I was all soft and pliant from that insane orgasm.

  He studied me, eyes crinkled and warm. “So you were.”

  “What do you make a habit of, Colton?”

  He shook his head. “Not this.” He bent to brush his lips between my breasts. I shivered, every nerve-ending still sensitized to his touch.

  Gawd. We hadn’t even had actual sex yet, and I was pretty sure Colton Wolf had ruined me for other men. I’d wanted adventures in bed. He’d definitely delivered, and it only felt like the beginning. As if he was giving me a chance to recover.

  I reached for the button on his pants. His cock had tented the fabric from the moment we came in the room, and it must be getting painful for him. And yet, I noticed he backed right off when I wanted him to. So he was respectful.

  Very.

  Which made his dominant manhandling all the more delicious. And the spanking? My butt still tingled… and so did my pussy. Oh. My. God. “Ready to show me another version of disrespectful?” I purred.

  In a strange trick of the light, his eyes took on an amber glow, and a low growl rumbled from inside his chest like he was ready to devour me.

  Yes, please.

  He pounced on me, straddling my waist again, this time with me on my back,
and manacled my wrists with one hand above my head. His pants were wet and cool, but it felt good against my heated skin. “You like it rough, little girl?”

  “Yes,” I answered immediately. Did I? How in the hell would I know? But I was sure of my answer. If he gave it rough, that was how I wanted it. I wanted it all.

  He tilted his head to the side. “You’re a wild thing, aren’t you?” Admiration poured from his voice, his gaze—like he found me fascinating.

  “Am I?” If only he knew how very dull my life really was. An engineering student who liked to bake. Someone who needed to visit her newly-found half-sister in Montana to let go and have a good time because life in LA was a dud.

  But right now, I got to be wild with Colton Wolf. I got to have wild sex in a motel room with a stranger I knew was safe. I was going to milk this for everything I could get out of it.

  I put on my best bedroom eyes and arched my breasts up toward his face as an invitation. “Do you have a condom?”

  My experience may have been limited, but I wasn’t stupid. Wild flings in Montana were not supposed to have unintended consequences, even if the stranger was Colton Wolf. And with Audrey being an Ob/Gyn, she’d kill me if I didn’t practice what she preached.

  “I’ll protect you, sweetness. Don’t worry about that.”

  I’ll protect you.

  Interesting choice of words. Not, I’ll wear protection. Or, Yes, I have condoms. As if he took pride in keeping me safe from his sperm or diseases or anything else that came my way.

  It made sense. Colton was a military hero. He dedicated his life to Americans’ safety. He probably gloried in any opportunity to protect a woman. It made me even more sure I’d done the right thing by not telling him my name. He was a man of honor, even though he was pinning me naked to a bed. He lived by rules and codes. I didn’t think he’d be so quick to spend the night in a motel room with me if he knew I was Boyd’s soon-to-be little sister.

  It probably messed with his plans for a wild night and nothing more.

  He scraped his teeth over my nipple, then sucked it until I felt the answering tug in my core. What would he do with me, exactly? A flood of torrid images flashed through my mind. Would he tie me up? Put me on my knees to suck his dick? I loved the fact that he was in charge. There was none of the awkward figuring stuff out I’d experienced with partners before. He wasn’t a high school or college boy.

  He was all man.

  I twisted my wrists in his hand. Not because I wanted to get free, more because I wanted to feel his strength. “I’ll bet you’re good with knots,” I observed.

  “Knots?” His lips twitched and he looked up at me. “You want me to tie you up, little girl?”

  I both wanted it and was terrified of it at the same time. What if I hated it, and then I was trapped? What if it hurt?

  Also, I didn’t want to be calling the shots here. There was freedom in just letting him run the show.

  “I want…” Hmm. I didn’t know what I wanted, beyond that I wanted a sexual experience unlike any I’ve ever had.

  He dropped his head to my other nipple and flicked his tongue. “What do you want, sweetness?”

  “Um…”

  “I know what you like,” Colton said, like he’d arrived at a decision.

  Thank God. I felt relieved but didn’t understand how. “You do?”

  He rolled me to my belly, then lifted my hips in the air, slapping my ass with a resounding smack.

  “Ow!” I protested but then wiggled my hips. It stung, but a good kind of sting. A give-me-more kind of pain.

  He stroked his hand over my smarting flesh, soothing away the tingle, then slapped my offended cheek again.

  “Mmm.” He rubbed between my legs, and I could tell my folds were flooded with moisture. “That made you so wet, little girl. Your ass is already pink from those swats I gave you earlier. I think you like a little pain with your pleasure.”

  He slapped the other cheek, not as hard.

  “Mmm,” I agreed, wiggling my hips. I’d never been spanked before. Ever. I had no idea it got me hot.

  He gave a sharper smack. “Use your words, sweetness. You want more?”

  I waggled my ass. “Yes, please.”

  “Good girl.”

  He peppered my ass with light spanks—the fun kind. Not too hard, but enough to make me gasp and pant. The warmer my butt got, the hotter the fire in my core. I knew I was dripping all over his fingers. I’d never been this wet before. Nothing in my limited experience—either with a guy or self-loving—had wound my crank like this. I burned everywhere and nothing, nothing, would ease that flame but his cock inside me. I just knew it.

  “P-please,” I gasped, dropping to my forearms. I rubbed my aching nipples over the sheets.

  He slapped a little harder. “What do you need, little girl?”

  “I want you in me,” I pleaded, then bit my lip. I was close to coming just from this alone.

  His chuckle was dark. “That’s where I wanna be, too, sweetness.” He slid his fingers through my slick folds making me moan, then gave another spank.

  I watched over my shoulder as he freed his sizable erection. Oh. My. God.

  “Like what you see?” he asked, gripping the base in a tight fist and stroking. He was thick and long, the broad head an angry color. Pre-cum beaded at the slit at the top, and I licked my lips.

  Shit. Would that fit? Could I take all those inches? He ripped open a condom packet with his teeth and rolled it on. And on. And on.

  Should I warn him how tight I’d be? No, I wouldn’t want him to know how inexperienced I was. I feared he’d be the type who’d think he was taking advantage of my innocence although after the way he ate me out, I wasn’t all that innocent any longer.

  My pussy clenched. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. After all, I’d used my vibe recently, and I was wet enough to get him to slide in.

  He dragged the head of his cock through my swollen folds, and I moaned at the gratification.

  Yes. This was exactly what I needed.

  No matter how big he was.

  He gathered my wet hair in his fist and used it to lift and turn my head. “I wanna see your face, sweetness. You keep it turned like that so I can watch you take every inch.”

  Oh, dayum. He could dirty-talk.

  With his other hand, he slapped my ass.

  “Ohh,” I moaned, clenching down, then sighing as the heat spread.

  He pushed the tip in. I gulped at how he was opening me up. Wow. Yep, he was big. But it also felt so right. Like delicious satisfaction. I arched and pushed my hips back to work him in deeper.

  “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? It’s a snug fit, though. I’m gonna go slow to start, sweetness.” He eased in another inch, then retreated.

  I let out a moan with my exhale. So good. My walls rippled, adjusting to taking so much. My vibrator had nothing on this monster.

  Colton let out a groan of his own when he plowed a little deeper. He reached down and brushed some hair back from my face. “I’m gonna pound you so hard when I finally get in.”

  His words caused me to shove back and take him deeper.

  He cursed and gripped my hips with both hands, plunging in the rest of the way.

  I gasped, my eyes momentarily rolling back in my head with pleasure as he bottomed out. “Oh!”

  He stayed where he was, seated to the hilt and gave a slow roll of his hips. I felt the brush of his pants against my hot bottom, and the idea that I was completely bare while he wasn’t was so fucking hot. As if he couldn’t wait another second to strip before he got inside me.

  “Mmm.”

  He eased out and in with micro-pumps, bumping my ass with his loins each time, his balls tapping my clit. “Oh God,” I moaned.

  He slowed but increased the range. Not full strokes, but half-strokes.

  I fisted the bedcovers and pushed back, spread my knees more, hollowed my back.

  He leaned over me, setting his hands beside my
head, so he could kiss along my spine. “You are just the tastiest little hu—woman,” he growled approvingly. “You like taking my big cock?”

  “God, yes.”

  He pushed back up, gripped her hips and thrust hard.

  My inner thighs already trembled. My brain power took a nose-dive. I surrendered, letting sensation take over. The feeling of his cock filling me, stretching me. His fingers digging in. The sound of his ragged breath and my own cries and gasps. The nudge of his thighs against mine, the tickle of his hairs against my skin. His scent—clean and masculine. And, of course, the tang of sex.

  “You want it harder?” Colton rasped.

  “Yes.”

  The answer to every question of his would be yes. As long as he was offering more.

  He plunged in harder, nearly sending my head into the headboard. He caught my shoulder and braced me for his thrusts, jackhammering into me. It was good. So good.

  Like one hundred times better than my favorite-chocolate-mousse-cake good.

  Stars danced before my eyes. I was hurtling toward a finish when he slowed down and pulled out.

  “No,” I whimpered. “Colton, please.”

  He flipped me over and pulled my ankles up over his shoulders. He was so big my butt was off the bed. I could do nothing but take what he gave me, which was every hard inch. When he entered me in this position, I nearly screamed. His thrusts were even more intense. So good.

  I would shatter soon. Any moment.

  “Hold your breasts,” he grunted. His voice was deep and raspy and broken.

  I cupped them. “Like this?”

  He nodded. “Play with them.”

  I moaned as I squeezed my own nipples, doing it more for him than me, but receiving all the reward, nonetheless.

  “You keep making those sexy sounds, little girl, I’m not gonna last.”

  “Come, Colton,” I told him, watching the way his muscles tensed, then relaxed. His jaw was clenched, as if he were gritting his teeth. I was so freaking ready, and I wasn’t even touching my clit. I’d never been able to come without that kind of stimulation. Then again, I’d never been pounded by a monster dick.

 

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