by Lauren Dane
“Victoria’s Secret but I know it’s there. Makes me feel sexy.”
“How could you feel anything but? You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Stubborn woman. There’s a card with instructions on it beneath the robe. I’ll be in the dining room when you finish.”
He spun after one last, hard kiss and left the room. Wicked man to leave her hanging and breathless.
The card bore the embossed stamp of a red wolf at the top. Made her slightly dizzy that he’d put so much energy into that small detail.
Going into the bathroom, she undressed and showered, using the gel soap he’d indicated, ginger and vanilla. She smelled like gingerbread but in a totally hot way. Who knew?
She brushed her hair out and left it down. It gleamed in the light. She applied red lipstick, the perfect red for a redhead, so he’d looked in her makeup bag because it was her shade. A shade she’d bought on a whim just before she’d met him. Always made her feel daring and wanton.
Thong panties the same green as the robe went on before she slid the silk against her skin and belted it at the waist. The color brought out the pale cream of her skin. He’d chosen well and, as she stood there looking at herself, she’d never felt more beautiful.
The shape caught her eye, black satin pumps that tied around the ankle with pretty ribbons.
Swaying out into the living room, the warm light of the candles he’d lit drew her eye to where he waited near the dining room table. He was shirtless and wore low-slung jeans worn in all the right places, including a threadbare patch right at his cock.
Her mouth dried up at the sight of him even as her body tightened. So masculine, so beautiful and all hers.
“You look spectacular, Tegan. That color is just as gorgeous as I thought it would be on you.”
He took her hand and kissed it, making her smile. “Thank you. It’s lovely and the card—you remembered I was a red wolf. I’m very touched.”
“Despite how angry I was at you, I’ll never forget how magical you looked as a wolf. The way your fur felt when I touched you. Soft. I hadn’t imagined you’d be soft like that. I shouldn’t have been surprised you make as beautiful a wolf as you do a woman.”
“You’re making me blush. Can I say how sexy you look right now? May I touch you?”
“I love that you asked. You’re ready then? We’ve cast aside all the outside stuff and you’re submitting?”
She nodded.
“Yes, please touch me as much as you’d like.” His voice took on a subtle but obvious change. He was firmly in charge in that moment and the warmth of it brushed against her senses.
His chest called to her so she gave in and ran palms over it, reveling in the way he felt. So warm, hard and totally unique. No one else felt the way he did to her. Right. Like home.
She massaged his shoulders, brushing kisses across the width of his back as she moved behind him. The shoes brought her to his height so she licked and nibbled on his ears and neck as well. Unable to resist, her hands skimmed down and over the curve of the well-maintained, nicely muscled ass, squeezing through the denim.
“Tegan, beautiful, come around here,” he murmured, voice thick with desire.
She obeyed and he indicated she kneel on the pillow he’d tossed at his feet.
Standing in front of her, he brushed his fingertips over her neck, moving her hair to the side. “I have something for you, will you wear it? Not a collar because it’s not practical in public. I want you to always have this on, except when you’re a wolf, of course.”
She looked up and saw the necklace he held. Delicate and yet sturdy, it was a simple chain, the pendant was a Celtic knot.
“Forever. You and I.”
Nodding, she tried to swallow past the lump of emotion in her throat. “It’s beautiful.”
“Platinum. I know you can’t wear silver. I have a bracelet with the design, I thought, well, I thought we could wear them in addition to our wedding rings. What do wolves do with their jewelry when they change anyway?”
Tegan laughed. People so rarely even thought about that sort of thing. “When we go through the ceremony before the Pack, my grandmother does some funky mojo over our rings and whatever she does causes the rings to stay when we’re wolves. I don’t know how it works. They aren’t on our paws or anything but when we take our human form again, they’re there. Clothes will tear if you don’t remove them but the rings she touches during the ceremony are always there. And thank you for thinking about the platinum. It’s, well, you’re very sweet and I love you.”
He put the necklace on and she reminded herself to ask her grandmother about it, whether she’d have to take it off when she worked or not. Tegan would hate to lose something so special to her.
“While you’re down there, suck my cock the way I like it, Tegan.”
Anticipation shivered through her at the sound of his fly opening, even as his orders made her relax.
His cock, warm and heavy and ready for her, filled her hands as she leaned in to rub her cheek over it. He didn’t know but more than her human needing to touch him intimately, the brush of a cheek against a loved one was something wolves did in submission and seeking comfort. It took on a whole new meaning when she did it right then.
His hands gently kneaded her shoulders, his fingers occasionally sifting through her hair as she gripped his cock at the root, angling him so she could take him slowly into her mouth.
He appeared to like it when she kept him wet and sucked hard and soon, she fell into a rhythm, moving forward and pulling back, slow and steady. When he gripped her hair, a shiver of delight broke over her skin and desire coursed through her, slow and thick.
Tegan loved the way his cock felt in her mouth, loved his taste, loved the way he grew harder as time passed. Loved making him feel good. Each time he groaned or whispered something to her, triumph flared through her system that she’d affected him.
“Mmm, that’s it. God you’re beautiful like this.”
She took note of the strain in his voice, knew he was near climax. Dipping her mouth down, she licked across his balls, tight against his body. He jerked with a groan as her fingertips pressed just behind his sac, massaging that sensitive spot.
His thighs bulged from the strain of his muscles, the fingers in her hair tightened, urging her back to his cock. She licked up the length of him before taking him between her lips again.
Relaxing, she took him as deeply as she could, speeding up, swirling her tongue around the crown, over the slit over and over and over until he gasped and came.
She kissed him gently and he held still while she tucked him back in his jeans.
* * *
Ben had never seen a more beautiful sight as Tegan made walking toward him in that robe. Her breasts moved enticingly, her nipples pressed against the silk, daring his hands and mouth. As if he could ever get enough. Her legs were long and supple as she moved in those sexy heels.
And on her knees before him, her hair spread about her shoulders, her lips wrapped around his cock—amazing. The mere sight of his woman caught his breath, made his heart stutter in his chest. The way she set aside how dominant she was in the rest of her life and yet truly submitted to him was such a gift.
Breathing heavily after coming, he hauled her up to stand, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her body close to his.
He kissed her slowly. Tasting himself layered over her sweetness. Loved that.
“Thank you, Tegan. Dinner is ready. Shall we eat? Afterward, I have some gelato, I thought I might eat it off your nipples while you used the vibrator on your pussy.”
Smiling, he watched the way her pupils widened, her breath sped, knowing she liked the suggestion as much as he did.
He pulled out her chair and she sat, thanking him.
“I thought some
salmon would be nice. A guy from work just got back from Alaska and this is fresh.” He put some on her plate and the rest on his. “Nothing fancy on it, just some butter and garlic. Rice to go with and some spinach and cucumber and dill.”
He realized, as he watched her eat, as they spoke and laughed, he’d finally found just exactly what he’d dreamed of. Tegan was his equal. She pushed back when he pushed too far. Sexy, intelligent, funny, tough and sweet, she was the woman he’d been afraid to hope existed and there she was, laughing at his jokes and stealing food off his plate.
He kissed her knuckles and she leaned in, resting her head on his shoulder just a moment.
“I love that soap. I feel like a gingerbread wolf.” Her smile was shy. He brushed his thumb down her jaw.
“I like taking care of you. I have others for different days. You do smell good enough to eat. But you always do.”
She blushed. “I...it feels good to be cherished like this.”
“I love you, Tegan.” He said it and meant it. No fear, no hesitation.
“I love you too. I’m sorry the bond was sprung on you, but I’m not sorry I found you. This feels meant to be.”
“Well, after the initial shock, I agree with you. You were meant to be with me. I’m meant to be yours. You need me to keep you from getting yourself shot.” He winked and she rolled her eyes.
They cleared up the dishes and he turned back to her. “I’ll bring the gelato. Go and wait for me in the bedroom. Take the robe off and lay on the bed.”
She swallowed hard and nodded. He watched her sway out of the room on those fuck-me-heels with a smile.
“Oh and leave the shoes on.”
He heard her laugh as she walked down the hall.
* * *
She heard him coming, the clink of spoons on the glass of the bowl, the brush of denim from his jeans. Scented the pistachio gelato and his elemental being as he approached.
It was hard to lie still as he stood in the doorway and looked at her with a small smile. His eyes took in every detail from the pointed toe of the heels to the top of her head. She felt his gaze like a physical caress.
She waited while he put the bowls of gelato down and rustled around the room. She knew how he worked so she wasn’t surprised when all the things he’d need were waiting in the drawer next to the bed.
Patience, hard won, settled in as she began to fall away from herself.
“Arms above your head. Let’s see how sturdy this bed is. I’d planned on making you fuck yourself with the vibe but I’ve changed my mind. Good thing I’m the Dom and I get to make the decisions.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Good thing.”
He cuffed her wrists to the bed, making sure the leather wasn’t too tight but had a nice hold. Confining with wide straps that pressed into her skin but not in a painful way. As a reminder.
Each movement he made eased her deeper into subspace. She’d never gone into it as deeply and quickly as she had with him. He connected with everything she needed on a subconscious level as well as a physical one. Like a key in a lock.
Her breathing slowed and deepened as he put the blindfold on. Suddenly, with the loss of her vision, her skin surged to life, feeling everything tenfold.
“Open your mouth.”
She did, trusting him totally.
Cold and sweet, the pistachio gelato played against her tongue as he gave her a small taste. She licked the spoon, loving the way he hummed appreciatively at the gesture.
He straddled her, his jeans still on, feeding her small bites of chocolate and pistachio. When he scooted down her body and closed his lips over one of her nipples she squealed at the cold touch of his tongue.
Not nearly as cold as the back of the spoon and then the drizzle of melting gelato. She writhed against the erotic delight of the sensation of his tongue contrasted by the liquid and the metal of the spoon.
Need built up in her muscles as they trembled. She arched into his mouth, against his teeth as she squeezed her thighs together to get some relief from that want but it wasn’t enough.
Only he would be enough and she knew he’d give her what she needed when he decided she needed it.
A cold, wet trail dripped down her stomach and she only barely held back a sigh of relief. Yes, down, keep going!
He left her panties on, snapping the thong against her hip bone with his teeth. Warmth, a brief moment, as he breathed over her pussy through the material and then dribble and lick, dribble and lick as he moved down her leg and then back up the other one.
“What should I do next?” he murmured.
“Make me come?” she asked hopefully.
“Well, that could be an idea, yes.”
He pressed his tongue against her clit through her panties but she was so wet and so swollen it didn’t matter. A deep moan broke from her lips as pleasure shot from her clit to her nipples, rippling outward to her fingertips and her toes.
The edge of cool metal slid between her hip and the panties and she felt the release of the thong on one side and then the other as he must have used scissors to cut them.
Who cared about ruined panties when her pussy was now bare and available to anything he’d like to use on it? Whee!
He leaned up over her body and put earbuds in. Her iPod. PJ Harvey began to murmur and growl in her ears as she felt him touch her labia with a vibe that burred and stopped. Before long she realized it was the vibrator hooked to the iPod, reacting to the music.
She waited to feel what he’d do next and she didn’t stop the gasp when he shoved her thighs wide and then pushed her heels up against her ass. She was totally open to him and the cool air against the heated slick of her pussy.
He stretched her slow and easy with the vibrator, leaving it deep inside her, pulsing to the music when his mouth found her clit and she cried out.
Unable to process every bit of the sensory information bombarding her, she whipped her head from side to side, gasping and moaning as he concentrated on her clit with his tongue and lips and the vibrations inside her sounded through her flesh.
When she came, she bit her lip hard as the air and a hoarse cry rushed from her. Her body thrummed with energy as her orgasm went on and on.
After she’d calmed, he petted gently over her pussy and kissed her mound before removing the vibrator and the earbuds. Her blindfold was next and she blinked against the light in the room and the masculine handsomeness of his face as he smiled at her before kissing her lips.
Lastly, he undid her wrists, kissing where she’d been bound and snuggled into her side as she caught her breath.
“I love gelato. I think we should have it for dessert more often.”
Chapter Eleven
“Please don’t be nervous, they’re going to love you.”
Tegan had her doubts but she kept them to herself as they approached the front door of the rambler he’d grown up in and where his parents still lived.
He’d told his family they’d met a bit earlier than they had and they were engaged to be married. He danced around what they’d thought of that so Tegan was pretty sure they were dubious and hey, she’d have been dubious too in their shoes.
“I can’t believe you haven’t told them I’m a werewolf yet. I could kick your ass for that.” She wanted to kick his ass for that. It wasn’t something you sprung on people!
“I’ll tell them today,” he murmured as he brought the hand he’d been holding to his lips for a kiss.
“You will not! Is that why you haven’t told them yet? You wanted to have me there when you did so they wouldn’t flip out? That’s not fair of you at all.”
Before she could yell at him in a whisper any further, the front door opened and a sixty-five year old version of Ben stepped out and waved.
“Hey, Dad!
” Ben hustled her to the porch where he introduced her to his father, William.
His father shook her hand as he took her measure. Tegan held his eyes as he nodded. She’d apparently passed some sort of test, goodness knew what, but she’d take what she could get at that point.
“Nice to meet you, Tegan. Please, come in. Bonita just took the eggplant parm out of the oven and Jillian is pouring the wine.” He waved them through and Ben kept an iron grip on her hand as he propelled her to the kitchen.
She turned to him briefly and whispered, “You’re going to break my hand if you hold it that tight. I’m not going to run off.”
He laughed, kissing her again and when she turned again, a small, dark-haired woman stood in the doorway to the kitchen with narrowed eyes.
“I’m Bonita and you’re obviously Tegan. Come on through and sit down while you tell us what the hell is going on. Wipe that frown off your face, Benjamin, you knew I would be curious about any woman you met and were engaged to in less than three months. Especially when we hadn’t even heard you mention her until last week.”
That might be true, but manners didn’t cost a damned thing.
“Thank you for inviting me to your home. Ben says he grew up here. A sense of place is very nice to have.” Tegan used her manners as she took her seat.
“I’m Jillian, Ben’s sister. It’s nice to meet you.”
The younger woman who’d been pouring wine smiled and Tegan relaxed a bit as she shook her hand.
“Ben talks about you a lot. Says you’re an amazing cook. It’s nice to meet you too.”
Jillian blushed. “That’s quite the compliment.” Leaning around Tegan, Jillian kissed her brother’s cheek and hugged him one armed. “He’s one of the best cooks I know.”
“Very true. He spoils me with all the great things he makes.”
Bonita frowned. “You don’t do any cooking?”
“When he lets me near the kitchen. Usually breakfast because I’m up before he is.” Tegan knew Ben had told them they now lived together, she wanted the other woman to understand she wasn’t going anywhere.
