Razor now looked over to see the new arrival, and the beer bottle, which had been on its way to his mouth, now fell from his fingers to crash on the floor.
He didn’t take notice of it, though. His gaze was locked on the newcomer, his mouth slack and his face frozen in shock.
It was only when Razor started to step towards the new woman that Iron acted, moving from Bella and now grabbing Razor’s arm to stop the younger wolf from heading straight towards the newcomer.
Iron’s grab seemed to wake Razor up somewhat, the wolf’s eyes sparking, coming out of his trance.
Bella was looking uneasy, and now wasn’t the time to explain. “Bella, could you take your friend to Doc so she can say hi.”
“Yeah, no problem.” His mate departed, meeting up with the woman and leading her away from the bar and the wolves who sat there and towards the man of the hour.
Apparently Razor wasn’t feeling like talking it out, because once Bella and the other woman were out of view, he moved straight for the front door and headed out.
Several moments of silence followed, and then House said, “So, who’s placing bets if Razor’s getting mated this season or not?”
Chapter Two
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“WHAT WAS THAT about with Razor?”
The bar was now locked, empty except for Iron and the distractingly sexy doctor who was currently putting just washed glasses away, red dress clinging and high heels he wanted digging into his thighs highlighting the gorgeousness of her legs.
“Stay over there,” Bella said as he started to walk towards her, not looking up from the dishes.
He ignored her, slowing to a prowl, voice dropping to a gruff vibration. “I have been good all night. Party’s over, and now the only thing I’m living for is getting balls deep in my woman.”
A sweet flush rose on Bella’s neck and cheeks, her eyelids closing in an almost innocent flirtation and driving him the fuck out of his mind.
Now he moved closer, close enough to bend his head and scrape his teeth over the sensitive side of her neck upwards to her ear, where he breathed, “How do you want it? Gorgeous woman, how do you want your mate’s dick? Want to ride me, those tits bouncing free and making my mouth water? Or what about laying back, wrapping those ankles around my neck, and letting me do all the work?”
A sheen of sweat was forming, intensifying her scent and the wolf was finished. It wanted its mate now, and Iron grabbed at that fantastic red dress, ready to rip it to shreds.
“No. Absolutely not.” Bella pushed away, putting too much space between them, and he growled low in frustrated anger. With the sound she gentled, softening her stance and her voice. “Baby, I have something planned. You’ll like it, I promise.”
The smile was seductive flirtation before she turned, heading to the jukebox, leaning over more than necessary to pick a song.
Iron wiped a hand over his mouth, mouth dry yet somehow he was sure he was slobbering.
She had a plan. Oh fuck.
Bella’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she motioned to a seat, and only now did he see how strategically it was placed, set apart with free space around it.
He didn’t know the song. It was slow and deep, with a hint of jazz and a driving bass line, and along with the woman’s smoky vocals, the whole thing was achingly sensual.
Those shoes should be illegal, at least the way they looked right now on Bella as she walked in front of him, turning the line of her calf into a piece of art, and the swing they gave her hips had him pressing the heel of his hand on his dick, begging it to slow down.
Her eyes followed his hand as she brought one finger to her mouth, sucking on it like he wanted her to be sucking on him. His traitorous fucking dick jumped at that and decided it wasn’t waiting for fuck, it needed her now.
“This brings up an interesting twist. I wonder…” Bella’s voice was lower, seductive, and now, that finger rubbing over her mouth, her tongue made an appearance, stroking over the finger before pushing hard against the tip.
He whined, and fuck if he was ashamed. Any fucking man in the country would do the same under these circumstances. “You’re killing me.”
She studied him for one more moment before giving a decisive nod. “Slight change of plans. Hands on the chair arms and don’t let go, because if you do, I’ll stop.”
His hands hit the arms so fast there was a faint echo of surprise he didn’t break the chair, but his head emptied damn fast when Bella kneeled between his spread legs, her teeth biting down on her plump bottom lip as those wicked fingers went to the fly on his jeans.
“I wasn’t planning on this,” she began, as she began the slow release of his zipper. “I was going to leave you hard and wanting for hours.”
Curling his fingers around the wood to keep them in place was most important, because he’d staple the fuckers to the chair if that’s what it took, her warning of I’ll stop the most horrifying fate he could imagine at this moment. “You got your wish. Since the second I saw you in that dress.”
His cock sprang free as she shifted the jeans out of the way, hard and red and aching, as if giving testimony to his words. From beneath her lashes, she looked up at him. “I have more things I want to do. Promise you’ll be up for it.”
“There is no doubt in my mind.” There wasn’t. Almost a year since their mating, and he was still a teenager, where he could jack off morning to night with nothing but the scent of her on his skin.
His need for her wasn’t waning. If anything, it was worsening, driving deeper into him, marking him and fucking him up in ways he knew he’d never come back from, chaining and binding him, and he’d have it no other way.
“And you won’t let go until I say?”
“I’ll sign the fucking bar over to you if I do,” he near panted, because her hot breath was right above his cock, and he’d have a breakdown if she didn’t do something soon.
Her lips tilted, and could she read his mind, and then her mouth opened over him and she drew him deep and whole into her mouth in one stroke and he thought no more.
Instead, he felt. Warmth and wet and suction, that tongue moving over him, and fuck, he saw, those cheeks hollowing and those eyes still glancing up at him, watching him as she worked him, and there was nothing else to do, not after a full night of watching her in red. With a strained groan he came in her mouth, and as his vision whitened he felt her throat swallowing him down and draining him dry.
His head crashed back against the chair. It might hurt when he had the strength to lift it up again, but he didn’t care. He might never care about anything again. Hell, hybrids were the best cars ever and wine was the only real drink and he would buy a suit and tie. Whatever, he’d agree to it all.
Music was still playing. Different song, but same woman, same slow, driving, sensual rhythms.
Bella was still kneeling before him, his cock still in her mouth, the weight of her hair still across his lap.
Brain function was returning, and he made to move. “Baby…”
Her hand shot out and clamped over his, keeping it curled around the chair. Her eyes direct on his, and as the words of his promise came back, he nodded his understanding, so she lowered her own hand.
It was the hottest, sexiest sight in his life – Bella’s keeping eye contact as she lay there, dark hair curling around her lovely face, his spent cock between those lips that seemed designed to make him think of nothing but blowjobs.
She paced it slow and easy. A stroke here, a suck there. Pause, sometimes seconds, sometimes maybe a minute, before she started moving on him once more. Mischief in her eyes, he would feel the smallest, gentlest scrape of teeth before her tongue flicked against him.
To give truth to his earlier words, it didn’t take long for his cock to start perking up, to realize the heaven it was in and decide it needed to play again.
Still keeping it slow and easy, she coaxed him with tongue and teeth and mouth back to full hardness without letting him slip back into
the mad desperation that drove him earlier. A final kiss to the head and she pushed back, out of his grasp, before saying, “You can let go now, but stay in that seat.”
He’d just come, and he knew from experience that listening to her was always a good idea, but damn if he didn’t want to say fuck it and toss her over his shoulder. Instead he sat there like a good boy, cock hard and ready, and he slouched in his seat, spreading his legs so she could get the best view of what was waiting for her.
Chapter Three
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THERE WAS NO more fucking glorious sight than Bella when she let her body move to the music. Screw master painters and natural wonders. She was proof of heaven, because nothing less than divine could have created her.
When she danced, she was seductive and oh she knew it. Every flick of her hips teased and tormented and damn near sent him into a frenzy of lust.
Yet there was the other side, when she raised her hands high and tilted her head back, and that peaceful look told how this was part of her. She experienced the rhythm and vibration to the core of her, brought them inside herself and while there, they transformed to create this goddess before him.
Thought she didn’t require it, his fingers curled around the chair arms again, anchoring him and reminding him to stay where he was, because without it, he’d move before she was done.
It was the damndest push-fucking-pull of his life, wanting to sit here and watch his sexy mate dance forever and wanting to get up right this fucking second to bring her into his arms and start tasting that sweet body.
But then she turned so her back was to him, and that slinky red dress came down way too easily from her body, so easily she’d never wear it in public again, and all fucking thoughts immediately left his head when she bent over to drag the dress down, which left her ass in the air and pointing at him, and she straightened, back still to him, now only in a red thong and a devilish smile she threw over her shoulder.
All air left his body, concaving his chest and stopping his heart, and fucking shit her hips were moving again, her ass mesmerizing as her hands came to caress it, run her fingers down that thin red line that fell between her cheeks.
“Fuck, baby,” and how did he still have breath to speak? How did he have brain cells that worked enough to let him form sentences?
She gave a small spin, her gorgeous breasts visible for a moment, and as much as he fucking loved them, right now all he wanted was her ass.
Which she knew. Which she planned. Because his woman was brilliant and evil and knew how to fucking drive him out his ever loving mind.
She moved to the pool tables, and hell yeah, they hadn’t had a chance to play on those in a long time, and fucking her on top of it was still one of his favorite memories.
But…she had something in her hands, and when had she grabbed that? When she placed it on the table he found the willpower to take his eyes from her and look at the small plastic bottle she left.
His blood pounded in his ears, everything else in the world blocked out and his senses narrowing to that one tiny bottle.
A bottle of lube. A bottle that had been brought up, here and there, but they’d never quite took the next step.
She’d never been shy talking about how much she loved her ass getting played with, and he always showed his appreciation of the finest ass ever created, but somehow it never happened, nothing bought and readied when they wanted to, and too much fun doing so many other things.
Tonight, it seemed that would change.
Iron’s eyes swung back to her, to her mischievous smile and glowing eyes, then to the red thong where even now, she was playing with the straps on her hips.
Now that he knew the score, Bella did nothing but direct his attention to those round, luscious, delectable globes, and he burned from the inside out to go to her, to get his hands and mouth on her.
The song ended, and Bella was leaning over the pool table, legs far apart and ass presented. He was up and out of the chair and leaning over her. Pre-come leaked from the head, and when it brushed against her ass it jumped.
Down boy. He had to get her ready first, and as fucking in love with this thong as he was, it needed to go. He didn’t rip it from her body, but only because next time he was fucking her while she was wearing it.
This time though, he wanted nothing but skin. And those fucking sex shoes.
Iron placed his hand on her back to keep her still, and he took a moment to see her spread out before him. She made little panting noises, the sweat covering her making her skin dewy and delectable and he fucking leaned down to lick a long line down her spine.
More. He needed more, because that ass was displayed so nicely, waiting for him, and who was he to ignore the invitation? He rubbed his face against the one firm globe, smiling at the surprised squeal Bella emitted, earning her a nip in response.
Except one nip became two, which became three, which became he was covering every inch of that fine ass, with kisses and nips and long strokes of his tongue, absorbing her cries of surprise which were becoming deeper and more breathy as he went from teasing to determined.
Now he palmed her ass, rubbing those amazing globes before parting, opening up so her asshole was in view. Using the flat of his tongue, he leaned forward and licked.
She jerked up and only his hands on her kept her steady. “Like that baby?”
In response, she wriggled. “You don’t scare me. Come on, baby. I’ve been telling you, I like it being played with,” and then she pushed back, pushed his face into her, demanding he satisfy her every need.
Fucking hell, his bitch was a spitfire. He smacked that ass, keeping her still. “We do this my way. This ass is mine to own.”
If she was planning on saying anything else, it was lost when he leaned forward and devoured her, using his fingers to play with her pussy and clit while he kept tonguing her ass. Bella went nuts, arching and crying and demanding and pleading, but he held her where he wanted her, earning more cries and pleas to let her move.
The lube was grabbed and a more than generous amount was poured over his fingers. Bella stilled at the sound of the cap opening, and as his fingers began spreading the thick liquid around that little bud, she stilled, her rapid panting making it obvious how excited she was about what was coming next.
One thick finger entered her, and she moaned, long and deep, and fuck if that wasn’t the sexiest sound ever created. He kept it to one finger until she started pushing back against him, twisting her hips to get him deeper, get him faster, until he entered two, and then three, with more lube and all the time she needed to bring him deep.
She reached back, clawing at his arm. “Now. Fuck my ass now. You own me? You better prove it and give me such a fucking I won’t sit for three days.”
He bit her ass cheek again. “Such a mouthy bitch.”
Her eyes glowed pure fire when she looked back at him. “Fucking own my ass now,” and thank fuck he had come earlier, or he would have spent himself with the raw fucking sexiness she exuded.
What Bella wanted, she got, and after more lube he pushed in, inch by inch, watching that hole swallow his dick, balls deep like he needed.
A different warmth, a different tightness than her pussy, and goddamn if it didn’t feel like he’d found a corner of heaven he’d somehow missed earlier. Bella threw her head back and let out a long, satisfied groan, reaching back to keep him tight to her.
Iron began moving, small, tight movements at first, but always going deep, always taking it as far as he could, and Bella handled it beautifully, her head twisting and turning and sending her hair flying, hair he wrapped in his fist to pull her head back, using the leverage to keep her still enough so he could kiss her mouth as he rolled his hips to keep driving into her.
She was panting into his mouth, and it was beyond hot, the little cries she gave and the tightness of her ass, that fucking ass, all his now. He owned it, now possessed every inch of her, and that was the right of it, because she owned every sing
le fucking part of him.
“So tight, baby,” and his words were breathy, and like fuck if he cared as he pushed in again. “Such a tight ass, and all mine.”
“Fuck yes, yours, yours.” She was moving her hips on him, as she had before when she was dancing, using a rhythm only she heard to tease him and bring him deeper. “Do I feel good, baby?”
The question was asked as she rolled her hips, and fuck if he didn’t go cross-eyed. “Fuck!”
“Yes, fuck. Fuck that ass.” Shit, now she was fingering her clit, using her own hand to play with herself while he pounded into her. He loved when she did that, how she took charge of her own pleasure, and those sexy cries while she worked herself and the extra spicy smell of sex had him going even faster, twisting higher. Slowing, he reached a hand under, pushing two fingers into her pussy while his cock still worked that sweet ass.
Tremors shook through her body at her climax, a violent cry torn from her throat, and damn if her body didn’t clamp down hard around him, forcing him to keep working her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” The words were a chant, falling from her mouth without thought, her body straining and stretching under the climax that refused to let her go and pushed her to the edge, and Iron had the fucking front row seats to Bella coming undone.
It took long moments before awareness returned to Bella, before her body became hers again, and Iron was done. “Show me, baby. Put those pretty hands on your ass and spread.”
Her eyes were still cloudy, but she understood what he was asking, bringing her hands back and spreading her ass cheeks, and he could see clear as fuck, his dick working her ass, driving in and out of that pretty hole. The way it clenched around him, fluttering each time he withdrew as though to bring him back.
And now he was riding that sweet ass, taking it hard and long, and Bella was chanting “Yes baby, fuck it, fuck it hard,” and it was hot and sweet around him, and fucking hell he could see every inch disappear and appear to disappear again, and how the fuck was he supposed to stay sane with something like this, and his bitch, his bitch under him moaning and gorgeous and words, “Love when you fuck me. Love it. Love you, baby, love you, love you, love you,” and that was it.
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