The place is clean. Oh sweet God, it’s clean. I can smell evidence of work here in the clean linens on the bed and the fresh air that is pouring through a partially open window.
On my bedside table, where once a pile of socks resided, I see my alarm clock and the old watch I’ve been looking for…for a year. The bathroom is the same, the white and blue tile shining and free of lime scale.
Gone are the used disposable razors, the hair I couldn’t be bothered to wipe out of the sink, and I even see a new head for my electric toothbrush.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I look over at the laundry baskets that were piled high and now stand empty, as if taunting me to fill them. The closet is the same, and I almost howl when I see my clothes all hanging there, organized by color.
Jesus, Lync must be one neat-freak bastard to have done all this in a day, I think, shrugging it off because I just don’t know what to say here. Maybe the guy is finally coming around.
It seems so, I think, leaving the bedroom and hustling down to the kitchen for the food that is tempting me to eat it. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and as a rule, I need to eat a lot to keep my body in peak condition.
Grabbing a bowl and spoon, I serve myself a huge helping and eat standing against the counter, looking around at the drastic changes I see all around me.
I like it. I like seeing my home this way, something I am not at all capable of keeping up because I fully admit that I’m a slob. I don’t have it in me to do laundry, mostly because half the time I’m exhausted from working double shifts to let some of the guys who are mated get some time off.
I also can’t do laundry for shit. The last time I tried, I shrunk my pants so tight they split when I bent over. Try explaining to your own brother that you need seven new uniforms after you just got a new set.
As for the rest, I’m just not as aware of these things, I think because I grew up with a mom who’d have wiped my ass if she could have. I’m used to being cared for. I just wish I had someone who would take care of me while I cared for her.
The thought has Cass flashing in my mind, and I growl, shaking my head because no, I can’t have her no matter how much I want her. She’s too small and human and she’s sick goddammit! You can’t touch her, I remind myself, my nose picking up her scent even though I know it couldn’t possibly be here.
I need to stop this. It’s getting so bad I even smell her when she’s not around.
“Food.”
I turn when Lync comes into the kitchen and marches for the pot, scooping up a salad bowl worth of food before going to sit at the table with a spoon clutched in his hand. When he blinks at me, then the chair opposite his, I figure he wants me to sit.
Taking the seat, I gape when he grabs my hand, bows his head and grunts out a few words. Then he drops my hand and shovels his spoon into the food, moaning when the flavor hits his tongue.
“Yeah buddy, it’s good,” I manage, my shock still too strong to allow for many words because…
This is Lync? Jesus, if it had occurred to me earlier to just try to domesticate the guy through filth and slobbery I would have done this years ago.
“Clean.”
His snarl has my head shooting up, and I forget the food for a minute, just long enough to look at him and see his stare, an awareness I didn’t think I would ever see shining from his blue eyes.
“You cleaned. I’m grateful,” I say slowly, forking up another bite with a moan.
God, the male can cook. I wonder if it’s because his mom used to spend so much time in the bar after they lost his dad to a raiding accident. After old man Garrison was killed the mother was useless, leaving Lync and his brother Noble to fend for themselves.
Noble couldn’t have been older than ten or so at that time, so it would have been up to a teenage Lync to cook and care for his brother. Whatever the case, at least he can cook because as much as Mom has taught me, I’m not exactly into all that shit. I burn stuff more than I succeed.
“Dust.”
“Yeah, I bet it was dusty as hell. I posted an ad for a maid on the board at the store for months, but after the fourth girl ran out of here screaming and told everyone what it looked like no one bothered to even come for an interview. Even Mom won’t come over in case she falls into the cleaning trap.” I laugh, shaking my head when he growls.
“Smell.”
“It does smell better, buddy. You’re right. Hey, I’m glad you’re talking. It’s encouraging. And this stew is great! Where did you get the ingredients?” I ask, finally acknowledging the ingredients and knowing I didn’t have a potato in sight unless you count the science project in the pantry.
“Cass,” he says simply, grunting when I drop my fork and gape, not believing my ears.
“Cass?”
“Cass. Clean.”
I don’t think I’m hearing him right, but as I look around again, smell that soft scent just barely lingering over the smell of detergent, I can’t fool myself a second more.
“Cass. Was here?”
“Clean!”
I nod at his roar and watch him eat, the very fact that he prayed and used utensils registering. Staying silent as my insides roil, I think about everything I’ve seen since I got home. My home is clean, smells fresh the way a home would if a female was taking care of it. All the laundry, the color coded closet, the lavender.
“Cass?” I gulp, feeling my dick go hard at the thought that Cass was here, in my home, putting her soft hands on my things.
The thought of it, lying in bed against sheets that touched her, it sends me into a spin that has my dick punching into my zipper and all manner of things flying through my mind. Cass, naked on those sheets, her sweet scent of vanilla wafting through the air. Her sweat as I pound into her. Her, soaking into me and everything that touches my skin.
The smell of her sex permeating the covers that I would pull over us after making her scream and come beneath me. In our bed.
“Oh God!” I grunt, whining when the backdoor bursts open and that scent hits me.
“I found the hair scissors. I knew I had some. Oh hey!” she trills, coming to a stop when she sees me, her smile falling off when all I can do is stare.
I want her. Now. I her so badly I feel myself rising from the table before I can stop myself. I smell her heat, that lingering trace of need that hasn’t fully left her and everything inside me snaps.
I don’t care that she’s tiny or that she’s human and too sweet for me. I don’t care that to fuck her I’ll have to go so slow it may kill me. All I see in this moment is Cass standing in my home, her ass lovingly concealed by a pair of jeans so tight I can see where her cheeks separate down the middle.
Lync growls when he scents my lust and rises, his wolf flashing in his eyes.
“Woods.”
That’s all he barks before he stalks out of the house, leaving me alone in the kitchen and staring at my wet dream come to life. Lync is gone. I see him disappear into the trees when I rise and stalk towards Cass, her eyes going wide when I reach out to grab her.
Her hips are tiny in my big hands when I grasp them and lift, bring her closer to me as I slam my mouth down on hers and back her up against the wall by the door.
Her lips, petal soft open beneath mine, and I shove my tongue deep and groan, her taste like a drug that I know I’m instantly addicted to. I can’t get enough as I lick into her, one hand going into her hair, so I can turn her head just right for my kiss.
She moans when I kiss her savagely, long and hard, so that I finally have to pull away to breathe.
“Ban—”
“Want you,” I say and groan, thrusting my hips into her thighs to show her. Cass nods, her eyes wide on mine, and doesn’t say a thing when I hold her tight and run for the stairs taking them fast and going for the bedroom.
I lock the door and practically tear her clothes from her before pushing her back to the bed and taking a step back to attack my own. I need skin-on-skin contact now, desperately, and I
think she must feel the same because she gasps when I toss away the last article of clothing and she reaches out a hand as if to touch me.
One touch of her soft fingers to my skin and every bit of control I tried to gather is gone. I’m on her in the next heartbeat, and God, the way it feels when my skin slides over her is nirvana.
My mouth goes to her breasts, my tongue wiping across her nipple before I suck and nibble at the tip, moving to the other hard bud only when she gasps, clutches at my hair and writhes beneath me.
Looking up from beneath heavy eyelids, I take in her pleasure, her head thrown back, mouth open, her cheeks pink with arousal.
“Oh, that’s good. Ooooh.”
She yelps when I keep her nipple in my teeth and pull back slowly, my teeth scraping against the bud before it drops with a pop.
Licking my way down, I don’t pause anywhere to play, instead I latch onto her clit with a snarl and feel my eyes roll back when her flavor hits my tongue. Sweet. She tastes sweet like only a female can, and with my limited experience, I try to give her as much pleasure from this as I can.
Licking down, I rub at her entrance before spearing my tongue deep to feel her clench and shiver with pleasure.
“Oh!”
Yeah, that’s it my female. Feel what your male does to you.
I lick and suck, going almost wild when she starts gasping and bucking her hips, her thighs going wide as she uses me to get off. Her orgasm is hard, a long loud scream of her pleasure, and I growl when she shrieks my name and convulses around my mouth.
When she’s still quaking, I do what I’ve wanted to since I saw her running from me and flip her over onto her stomach, palming her glorious ass. It’s firm and round and so tempting I lean over and to bury my face in the globes, my mouth sucking a bruise into the flesh before I can stop myself.
“Oh. Oh Banner.”
“That’s it, my female. Say my name!” I groan, squeezing her flesh when she trembles and presses back against me.
I go to my knees when it becomes a battle not to go further and roll her to her back, my limbs shaking when I lean down and rub my cock into her heat.
She’s wet, warm, and open, and I am no saint, nowhere near controlled enough to deny this any longer. Grinding my jaw, I clamp down on the animals inside my head, leashing them with an iron will and slowly slide into her, shaking with the control I can’t let go of.
She’s hot, smooth, satin soft, and so tight inside I shudder and thrust forward an inch, snarling when she wraps around me and bucks against me, her head thrown back in bliss.
I can give her this. Just this. And make sure it’s enough. I can pleasure her and feed that part of her because the truth is just being with her like this, in her, is an honor I won’t ever take for granted.
When she moans and trembles, I let myself go just enough to feel the burn rush through me, the pain of leashing myself mixing with the pleasure I feel, as I thrust and roll my hips, hitting her in just the right place that makes her legs shakes with the sensations.
“Banner.”
“Don’t fight it, baby. Hhhhm, feel it, preza. I’m going to give it all to you.”
She moans, grasping my hips and writhes on me, her face a picture of pleasure that I am giving her. I want to let go, pound, slam as deep as I can and bite into her when I come. I want my young taking root in her, thriving and growing, but that cannot happen, and so I lean down and concentrate on her, sucking her nipples as I give her what she needs.
It doesn’t take long before I’m sweating and grinding my jaw, but I love it, even if it hurts because Cass in the heat of passion is a sight that makes me crazy with arousal. She is free now, open, so giving in her passion that I push deep and hold still when she climaxes, closing my eyes when her body sucks at me.
Tingles shoot up my spine, draw my balls up tight, and then shoot out, my orgasm pulsing from me and filling her tight heat. The pleasure is painful, intense, and I roar with it, my whole body shaking as I pump into her, prolong it and die a little from it.
“Banner!”
“Mine. Take me, baby. That’s the way, preza,” I croon through my teeth, falling still only when she goes lax beneath me and moans, the little aftershocks shivering over my flesh.
I want so much right now. My chest aches as I pull away and roll to my back, reaching out an arm to pull her into my side because I can’t not touch her. It feels as if every breath I take is linked to her.
My heart beating a painful rhythm, I pull Cass close and kiss her head, wondering what will become of us.
“Can we do that again?” she chirps, startling me so that my eyes pop open to see her grinning at me.
“Hell fucking yes!” I growl, rolling back over as my dick fills with blood.
I may not know what will happen, but no male can feel sad when his female is offering him more.
Chapter Twelve
Cass
Moaning, I roll over and hit the alarm, my body aching in the most private of places when I stretch and fall to my back, staring up at the ceiling with a secret smile that is all female pleasure.
Oh lord have mercy on a poor woman, I can hardly keep myself contained just thinking about everything I did with Banner yesterday and the still remembered pleasure he gave me.
The man is insatiable, an animal in bed and so…oh, he’s perfect, I think, smiling when I remember his angry growls and denials when I crawled out from under him at two in the morning and insisted on going home.
I could have stayed, and if I am honest with myself, I wanted to—but it just wouldn’t have felt right falling asleep in his bed only to wake up and come home to change and then go to work. For him.
I just had sex, a lot of sex with my boss, the man who pays me to clean his house. My livelihood. The only job available in a strange little town, where locals don’t hire outsiders and outsiders hardly stay.
I want to stay. I need to. This is the first place I have found where I feel as if I belong, truly belong. The people here, at least those I call friends now, are everything I have to show for a life where loneliness has ruled the day.
I’ve never really had friends, not close friends. Though I still maintain that everyone I’ve met in life is a friend in one way or another. These people though, they’re true friends because they want me to stay and be in their lives unlike most everyone else I’ve met.
This is my place, I think, rolling over to look through the window where the sun is just starting to rise. I don’t want to leave here, even if Gregor the Freak does show up and throw his weight around.
I feel safe here, as if the people around me will help me, be here for me, not let me get hurt by some…well, I don’t know what Gregor is, but he’s dangerous to me.
Here, he can’t reach me, and if he does, he can’t get away with hurting me. Hannah called me the night after my first day of work, and we spoke for an hour.
She was enthralled, wanted to know everything, and then told me without a doubt that I am staying and that no one would hurt me because apparently the mayor told Logan, who is the chief of police around here—how cool is it that I know the chief of police!—to keep an eye on me.
So yeah, I feel safe, even safer considering I know that Banner, the man I just had hot sex with (and hope to again) is an officer—though Hannah called him an enforcer.
I now understand why Banner and Logan were out in the woods in the middle of the night and thank my lucky stars for it because if I hadn’t met those two I would have probably bought gas, lugged it back to my car, and passed right on through town.
As it is, I’m grateful because when I asked Logan about my car he shrugged and confessed that my transmission is shot, the reason for it stopping in the first place.
I guess I owe Jesus an apology for thinking he’d deserted me on the gas situation.
My phone rings just as I’m about to roll out of bed, knowing I won’t go back to sleep now that I’m awake and wanting to start the day.
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“You should be asleep, preza.”
The low growl makes me sigh, and I snuggled down into the sheets and feel a smile stretch my mouth.
“How do you know I’m awake?” I ask, my voice going breathy and seductive even though I try to play it cool.
The truth is I am a geek, a lovesick geek who is still tripping off the best sex I have ever had. Ever. Sex I want again. Even knowing that he’s my boss and I shouldn’t sleep with the man who pays my wages.
“I can see your bedroom light from my window, baby.” He laughs, making me roll over and look through the window.
“I can’t see yours.”
“Because it’s not on. I am in bed, in the dark, asking myself why you left in the middle of the night when you could have stayed and had another orgasm when you woke up.
Goodness. I blink at the seductive snarl in his voice and feel myself tingle between my legs, the strange, ever-present arousal that has plagued me for days going molten hot now that I know what Banner can do to me.
It’s a little worse now though, stronger, as if now that my body has had him, felt him, it wants him all the time. More. I want more, and something inside me is snarling that I go get it.
Shrugging it off, I bite my lip and moan beneath my breath.
“It’s not going to look right if I leave your house to get a change of clothes and come back to work.”
“Don’t care what it looks like. It’s my house—”
“And I clean it. People are going to assume I’m some loose hussy giving her goods to the boss for special favors.”
“You’re not loose, preza. Trust me, my dick remembers just how tight and wet you are,” he purrs.
My vagina hears this, as if she’s her own person and perks up so hard I feel my sex tighten inside and heat, the slow slide of moisture making me moan and clench my thighs.
“Are you thinking about it, Cass baby? Are you thinking about what it felt like to have me slide between your legs and fill up that little piece of heaven between your legs?”
Gasping, I roll to my stomach and press my hips against the sheets, closing my eyes when pleasure zings through me. If I’m not careful, I’ll be humping the bed while he purrs all this sexy talk at me through the phone.
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