His grip around her tightened, his voice a deep rumble when he asked, “You think I'm just here because of my instincts? Or only interested because of them?”
“It's not that. I just don't completely understand them.”
For a brief moment, she thought he might be upset. But instead, he took the time to explain, “My instincts tell me you're a good person, but the way I feel about you? That's all your doing, and I do care about you, Emi. A lot.”
Her smile grew bigger, particularly at his use of the name Emi. It wasn't a nickname she'd ever really preferred, sounding too much like a television award to feel right. But coming from Caleb, it was somehow cute because he was so rough around the edges.
So she didn't ask him to stop using it, and was too distracted by his next confession to think about it anyway.
“Actually, I need to tell you something serious.”
“What?”
Reaching up, he cupped her cheek in his big hand, pinning her gaze with an intense look that added a sincere weight to his words. “The truth about the way I feel is that even if we don't last, you've helped me, a lot more than you realize. So it doesn't matter what happens next, I'll always be grateful for that alone.”
Emily exhaled a breath, and forgot to take another, so touched that all she could do was stare and whisper his name. The sound must've broken through his own haze because he quickly leaned in to capture her mouth in a kiss she was eager to reciprocate.
And after all the shit that had hit the fan that evening, the passionate reprieve was more than welcome.
Their tongues met, mating with wet strokes, and the contact quickly grew more physical. Emily clasped him tight, delighting in the way his hands slid down the slope of her back until his fingers clutched her ass in a tight squeeze.
Her pleasure spiked, all rational thought dwindling until she was operating on nothing but her own instincts with a moan into his mouth. The response must've done the same for Caleb as well, because he suddenly lifted her up, then turned, lowering her back to the couch.
And as his large body covered her, all Emily could think was keep going!
So she returned the favor, gripping his ass to spur him on, and Caleb growled in response, a virile sound that sent tingles across her flesh. Desire overwhelmed every other consideration in a cloudy haze of dizziness, and when he wedged his hips between her legs to grind his obvious erection against her, Emily couldn't stop herself.
Breaking her lips from his with a rasp of breath, she whimpered, “Oh god, Caleb, I want you!”
“Feeling's mutual,” he groaned, repeating the action between her legs while pressing kisses along her jaw and up to her ear, murmuring against it, “You've got me so damned hard I'm in pain, baby.”
Likewise, she was now aching like never before. I've never wanted it so bad. Neither of them had shed a single piece of clothing, but she already felt like she'd go crazy if they stopped.
Still, for as aroused as she was, Emily also found herself a bit nervous, recalling her experiences with Rob. They'd dated for just over a year, but she'd refrained from having sex for the majority of that time due to the fear of an unplanned pregnancy, even with protection. So they'd stuck to heavy petting—and much of that was one sided.
Why? Because Rob was about as knowledgeable of the female body as he was astrophysics.
Of course, he tried, but even his best efforts were, in a word, ho-hum. So she usually opted to go down on him while pleasuring herself, which worked for them both because the sight of her masturbating got him off even faster. Too bad he didn't pick up any pointers.
Yet, such activities began feeling like a chore after so long, and there wasn't a huge improvement when they actually had sex. It was simply mediocre, and the fact that she'd spent so much time directing him on what to do made her wonder if she'd gained enough experience of her own to please Caleb—at least as far as sex was concerned.
Still, he wasn't complaining so far, though he soon lifted his head to gaze down at her questioningly.
“What?”
“You're trembling, baby.”
“Oh,” she panted, “it's just nerves. I've only slept with one person before, and I just realized I might not know as much as I think.”
She gave a nervous smile, and Caleb smirked, then kissed her again. “You've got nothing to worry about. I'd … damn.”
Emily blinked at his impulsive cursing. “What?”
“Conner and Joslyn won't take long to pick us up, so we don't have much time, anyway.” With that said, Caleb leaned in closer to add more pointedly, “Definitely not enough for all the things I wanna do to you.”
Emily shivered over the sultry tone of his voice, unable to form a response before he kissed her promisingly, then whispered, “Can we wait until we get home?”
Disappointment bit her over the idea of waiting. The drive to Arkin City from Atlanta wasn't too long, but with the state she was in, Emily knew it would feel like eternity.
Yet she did know of an activity that could hold them over, suggesting, “I might be able to wait, if … ”
“If what?”
Casting him a sensual smile, she boldly pushed her hand down his abdomen and straight to his groin where she easily located his concealed erection. Her eyes became heavy lidded at Caleb's pleasured groan in response, her heart fluttering over the way he pushed the mass she was so eagerly palming into her hand.
It was enough to make her forget to answer for several moments, but she finally informed him of her terms.
“If you roll over and let me show you what I do know.”
Even if they didn't have time to take the more scenic route, she knew she wouldn't be able to keep her hands to herself while they waited. Unlike previous engagements, this felt nothing like a chore, and she needed to make Caleb moan in pleasure, particularly after the heated look he gave in response to her suggestion.
So she sought the button of his jeans to get started.
Carefully undoing his fly, her fingers soon brushed over a hard shaft that felt bigger out of his jeans. Her lips parted, fingers snaking around it in a firm grip, and Caleb's masculine growl sent a rush of excitement through her. Damn, I love that sound!
An erotic ache tingled downward between her legs, wetting her panties even more as he finally turned to lay back with a look suggesting he was too dumbfounded to argue.
And Emily took full advantage.
Slipping closer until she was settled between his legs with her knees on the floor, she stroked his thick shaft, delighted as a bit of seed gathered at the tip. Caleb moaned her name on a husky tone, his hips lifting and biceps bulging as his fingers dug into the cushions.
“You are … really big, Caleb,” she admitted breathlessly, unable to keep the amazement out of her voice.
He parted his lips to respond, but she'd started unbuttoning her blouse with her free hand, which seemed to enthrall him into silence. One by one, the buttons parted until her lacy bra was exposed, then she stopped stroking him long enough to reach up and tug the straps down her shoulders.
Following the movement, she hooked her thumbs into the cups, but paused before exposing her breasts to enjoy Caleb's stupefied—and intensely possessive—gaze.
He even sat forward as if he could barely stop himself from touching her, rasping, “Emily, I'm—”
“I've always found a little visual stimulation works wonders,” she interrupted with a grin, then shamelessly tugged the cups down.
She just hoped her physical stimulation did the same thing.
The verdict was in; wolves did go to heaven.
Caleb was there now.
All of his senses were acutely aware of and completely attuned to Emily. The way her lips tasted to kiss, her scent filling his nostrils, and her small hands caressing his body was driving him beyond the limits of control, to the point that he'd surprised himself by managing to lay back on the couch at her request.
Yet he was so lost fighting his instinctive urge
s to grab her that he had to grip his hands into the cushions. He'd never been good at getting head, could never sit still long enough to let his partner finish without taking over. But their lack of time here and Emily's need to explore were both important factors.
So he kept himself in check by silently promising to return this favor, and more, at the earliest opportunity.
But then Emily opened her top, tugging the cups of her bra down over her breasts—and he thought he'd come just watching as she tweaked her own nipples. Their peach shade beckoned to him the same way her lips always tempted him for a kiss, pointing high and straining so hard he could almost hear them begging to be sucked and licked.
Mindless with desire, he nearly leaned up to do just that. But she seemed to have another idea entirely.
Placing her hands on his thighs, Emily leaned in, pressing her breasts around his pulsing shaft. With her forearms together, those soft mounds hugged it, and she slowly drew them back and forth.
Caleb jerked, letting a growl that caused Emily to freeze and look up. But he couldn't find the words to tell her he was aroused beyond belief—and she didn't seem to need them.
Instead, she smiled seductively, holding his gaze when her lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick the moisture from the tip of his cock.
Caleb jerked, growling in pleasure when she dabbed it again, then finally closed her lips around the swollen cap and started sucking.
“Fuck!” he cussed, panting as she adjusted her body to take more into her mouth, her hot little tongue rubbing into his cock wickedly.
Caleb parted his legs wider, cradling her body between them, muscles straining as he tried to hold on instead of throwing her across the couch to be fucked as hard as she could take it. That's when he felt her fingers cupping his heavy sack, and his control nearly vanished, watching in disbelief as her mouth hungrily slipped down his cock and back again, like she'd go insane if she didn't swallow him whole.
And he was making lewd promises the entire while.
“Emily … I can't wait to bury my head between your legs and feel you pulling my hair because you love the way I'm tonguing your pussy.”
She let a loud moan, proving the thought excited her by sucking him even harder—and her aroused scent suddenly amplified.
He thought it was just his erotic promise causing it, but then noticed she'd slipped her hand into her jeans, making an unmistakable circular motion that drove his last ounce of rational thought away.
Emily was playing with herself.
Caleb had never been so aroused—and jealous—in his entire life. He should've been the one pleasuring her! But she was taking on the job of pleasing them both, and he impulsively sat forward to grab her and get started on the lewd promises he'd just made. We'll taste each other at the same time.
The thought alone aroused him like no other, and he nearly lost his seed.
A knock came to the door.
“Hey guys, you in there?” Joslyn asked from the other side.
Fuck!
“Emily, let me … ah!”
His low exclamation came when she started bobbing her head over him faster, the movements so hot it was agonizing.
Caleb bowed up, his seed rising as he shoved a fist against his mouth before shouting her name and alerting his sister-in-law of precisely what they were doing. Instead, he writhed and growled, clutching Emily's shoulder in pleasure so searing it was almost blinding.
And he exploded without warning. Hard.
As his hips bucked, Emily latched on tight, taking everything he had to give. He hadn't thought it was possible to come so hard, barely registering Joslyn's second knock at the door as he reeled in pleasure.
Finally, he fell back against the couch, limp and dazed—but not fully satisfied. No, he wouldn't be content until he could make Emily come just as hard, followed by holding her beautiful, limp body against his while listening as she panted in euphoria.
As he had the thought, she sat back, smirking with a sultry look in her blue eyes that proved she was extremely satisfied while calling to Joslyn, “One sec, we're coming!”
At that, her smirk turned into an amused grin. “No sense telling a lie, right?”
And Caleb couldn't stop himself from grabbing her.
She giggled when he pulled her up from the floor, grasping the nape of her neck and muffling the sound of her laughter by kissing her with everything he had in him. He was maddened, and extremely frustrated that he'd have to wait until they got home before continuing, a sensation Emily only fed when their lips finally broke.
“If that's how you thank someone,” she rasped, “I'll be doing this again very soon.”
Caleb pinned her gaze, making sure she knew how serious he was by growling, “That's just a small part of my thank you. You'll get the rest when we're home.”
“Oh?”
He nodded. “All night.”
Chapter 28
Emily realized there was a downside to having superhuman senses—her time with Caleb left her so aroused she was sure it was noticeable in her scent.
Joslyn had already warned her about such things, making her reluctant to get too close to her best friend or Conner as they left the Spire for worry the couple would detect her currently ardent state of being. But they didn't seem to notice, or were simply being polite by not mentioning it, and Emily wasn't going to ask which.
The thought that her best friend knew she was aroused was embarrassing enough, but to actually get teased about it? No thanks.
It was bad enough that she hadn't managed to come while pleasuring Caleb, which only made her yearning that much stronger. So she did whatever she could to further ensure her friend's obliviousness to her arousal, such as putting the window down in the backseat during the ride.
Emily also endeavored not to think about Caleb's erotic promise or imagining the night to come, afraid her desires might strengthen and wave a red flag.
Yet the situation reminded her of something Joslyn said about bonding lupines; because of their possessive instincts, they were more lascivious than humans, the physical side of their relationships more intense—and Caleb had certainly proven some of that at the Spire.
Sadly, the memory of his fierce looks didn't help her struggles, and after the mediocre love life she'd shared with Rob, Emily needed to experience such intensity. So when asked where she wanted to stay that evening, she opted to go to Caleb's just because it was closer than the duplex, and she was thrilled the moment they pulled up the long drive to his house.
But sadly, the wait wasn't quite over.
“Hey, Travis is here,” Conner mentioned as he pulled around to the front yard.
Caleb looked up from his place next to Emily in the back seat just as she spied his uncle's truck near the garage. At the sight, a strange mix of disappointment, dread, and curiosity wired through her. I hope he doesn't have bad news. Or stay long to deliver it.
As if he'd read her thoughts, Caleb remarked, “Maybe he knows something.”
“Could be. Let's just hope it's good,” Conner supplied, parking his car to let them out.
Opening the door, Emily exited the vehicle while bidding her friends goodnight, and waited for Caleb to join her. In the process, she overheard his twin asking, “So uh, just out of curiosity, will you be at work tomorrow?”
“I'll letcha know,” Caleb promised, then shut the car door, allowing Conner and Joslyn to pull away.
Emily waved as they passed, inquiring curiously, “Why did he ask if you'd be at work?”
Turning for the door, he latched an arm around her back and replied, “Because of everything going on, and uh … ”
When Caleb trailed with an amused smirk on his face, she insisted, “What?”
He admitted shamelessly, “Pretty sure they know what we were up to at the Spire. It's not like our scent wasn't screaming it.”
“Oh god!” she exclaimed, quickly letting herself inside the enclosed porch.
Following, Caleb chu
ckled. “It's okay, Emily. When you have senses like ours, it can't be avoided.”
“Yeah, but how do you deal with it? Don't you get embarrassed?”
Briefly, he paused for thought, then shrugged. “I think most of us are so used to it we just don't mention it. Besides, it tells others without words when you'd rather be alone with your mate.”
Emily supposed she could see the advantage of that—unwanted company would likely depart more quickly with that kind of insight.
Still, she grabbed Caleb's hand to keep him from opening the front door, remarking, “Wait!”
“What's wrong?”
“Uh … ,” she hesitated. “Your uncle's in there.”
“So?”
“So … do I still smell all hot and bothered?”
At that, Caleb's head fell back with laughter—and Emily hadn't realized how humorous the words would sound until they were out of her mouth.
Snickering over it, she urged, “Seriously though, do I?”
With that handsome smile still on his face, he used the grip she had on his hand to pull her body against his, then leaned in and drew his nose along her neck. The movement was followed by several kisses against her jaw, then up to one ear, a process he repeated on the other side.
Her body immediately responded, shivers racing over her skin until she'd forgotten her question entirely—or at least, until Caleb murmured against her ear, “You do now.”
“Caleb!” she cried, swatting his arms.
Grinning, he lifted his head and pointed out, “It's not any easier for me, sweetheart. Your scent alone makes me so damned hard I could knock down a wall, and knowing you were playing with yourself, too?” As if recalling the images in his mind, his eyes heated with desire. “You didn't even get off, did you?”
Emily shook her head without thinking—and Caleb growled.
Moving in so close his lips were brushing hers, he promised, “I'm gonna make up for that, baby. When we're alone again, I'm gonna take you to the edge, and keep you there until you're begging me to let you come.”
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