Emily lost her breath, hating the impact his closeness had on her if only because she refused to walk into his home until the air had cleared. Literally.
But as soon as she had the thought, the door opened with Travis standing on the other side, asking, “You ever gonna let her in the house, Caleb, or are you planning to sleep on the porch? Cause I got no problems locking you out.”
Despite her worries, Emily smiled, striving for a casual demeanor when she teased, “As long as you don't lock me out with him, I'm cool.”
Grinning, Travis stepped aside to let them in and replied, “Fortunately for him, I'm in too much of a hurry.”
“Oh yeah?” Caleb asked. “Is something going on?”
Travis nodded. “Stephan called me after you guys left the compound, and told me everything that happened. So I need to get word out to the Moon and arrange an investigation. Also, I know about this Margaret you mentioned, Emily. Hunter's Moon questioned Cooper's pack after his death to find out if he'd told her the truth yet, but everyone who knew him said he hadn't asked for permission.”
“So she was still in the dark about lupines when he died?” Emily asked.
“Seems so, but I'm gonna send someone to double check just in case,” Travis qualified, then informed Caleb, “but before I leave, I wanted to drop something off here.”
“What?”
The Elder waved his hand toward the kitchen counter, pointing out a plastic container with his answer. “That. When we searched Evan's home in Texas a few days ago, we found a set of clothing with a stranger's scent, and bagged it. So when Stephan told me about his threat to Emily, I thought it'd be a good idea to bring a piece of it by and let you get the scent, just in case it belongs to someone involved in all this.”
Confused, Emily inquired, “What good will that do if you don't know who it is?”
“Well, let's say someone with this scent gets too close to you. Caleb would pick it up,” Travis explained. “So it's just a safety precaution, and besides, Caleb's the best tracker in this pack. Got a nose for detail like his old man.”
Emily nodded understandingly, supposing a lupine's nose was a useful tool to have in investigations—and Caleb was cute when he smirked over his uncle's praise.
Yet she had to ask, “Still, wouldn't the scent be faded by now?”
“Nah, that container's enchanted to preserve items exactly the way we find them.”
“Enchanted? You mean like magic?”
“Exactly.” Smiling, Travis waved a hand between them and mentioned, “I'll leave it here for now, and get back in touch with you as soon as I know anything. So g'night.”
“G'night, Travis,” Caleb returned, shutting and locking the door behind his uncle as Emily inspected the container, intrigued by Travis' description.
It looked like any average storage unit someone might find in a kitchen cupboard, and she asked curiously, “If you open this, does it break the spell?”
No response.
“Caleb?”
She turned around to face him, only to find that he was already next to her. His swift and silent approach startled her into gasping, the sound cut off by his mouth claiming hers in a demanding kiss.
At the same time, he clutched her ass in a tight grip to lift her from the floor entirely.
Emily had always been a runt, but the ease with which he did so still surprised her. As her legs parted around his waist, he backed her up against the wall next to the sectional couch without struggling, or breaking their kiss.
And her curious questions faded in an instant.
Quickly reminded of her heavy desire for him, she clutched his body tight, her fingers curling into his shirt until she was dragging it up higher and higher.
Realizing she wanted to take it off, Caleb finally pulled his mouth from hers with a devious smirk on his firm lips, then turned from the wall and stepped toward the sectional—where he tossed her.
Emily gasped, landing on the cushions with a bounce, her heart racing as he drew his shirt up and over his head. The sinew in his abdomen rolled fluidly, pecs flexing before he cast the garment aside, then climbed over her with a gaze she thought could bore into her very soul.
Her thoughts became scrambled as she lay back beneath him, but still heard herself asking breathlessly, “So uh … Joslyn said things get intense between bonding lupines. Is it the same when one of us is human?”
Emily knew she didn't have to ask—the intensity was painfully obvious in those handsome copper eyes. But she was too curious to see how he'd respond, and he smiled seductively, drawing one hand up her belly, across her breasts, and then to the collar of her shirt.
“Yeah, they do,” he answered, and proved it by jerking her top open.
The material ripped all the way down to her navel, buttons flying through the air. Emily moaned, dazed as Caleb stripped her clothing away without stopping until her body was completely exposed.
His low, feral growl of approval hit her ears at the same time, and she looked up to spy a particularly ravenous look on his face as he sat back to open his pants.
With the rest of his clothing falling to the floor, Emily's vision trailed over each part of his body as it was revealed, every sculpted plain he possessed, until he discarded his boxers.
And she lost her breath.
Could he be anymore visually appealing? The moonlight coming in through the windows highlighted his physique in an almost ethereal way, which was suiting since he wasn't actually human. Just looking at him aroused her beyond belief, his broad shoulders, rigid abdomen, and thick thighs calling things to mind that had her trembling with want—and a little nervousness.
But the most striking thing of all was the way he gazed at her own body, so intensely possessive and adoring her heart fluttered. I may be in over my head.
On the other hand, Caleb was urgent, wasting no time pulling her against him. Her breasts flattened against his hard chest, their groans sounding in time, muffled by the meeting of their lips for a passionate kiss.
Emily could barely stay still, forgetting her worries completely when Caleb lifted her against the inner corner of the sectional. There, his mouth broke from hers, trailing down her chest to her breasts, pressing kisses across the rounded swells one by one.
She watched, her anticipation building until his hot mouth latched onto one of her straining nipples, sucking it with a groan. She thought she might've cried out in response, but wasn't sure, arching her chest up to his hungry lips and greedy hands.
At the same time, she detected his fingers traveling up between her thighs, closer and closer, ratcheting up her anticipation to a painful degree.
Yet, out of habit, Emily grasped his wrist with the intention of showing him where she needed to be touched, and only recalled after the fact that Caleb probably knew what he was doing.
But it was too late. Mistaking her intentions, he lifted his head and looked down in concern.
“Shit, did I move too soon?”
Before he could pull his hand away, she tightened her grip to keep it between her thighs, shaking her head. “No! Not at all.”
“Then what's—”
“Force of habit,” she answered in short.
“Habit?”
“Yeah, it's just that my ex wasn't very uh … knowledgeable about how and where to touch me. So I always had to show him.”
Understanding dawned in those copper eyes, their warmth boring into her as he moved to settle his weight to her right side. There, he traced the tips of his fingers higher to press against the slit of her pussy, asking, “You mean like here?”
Her throat went dry, and she wordlessly nodded, sucking in a breath when he slipped his thick fingers lower to press his index just inside her slick entrance. “And here?”
“Oh yeah,” she breathed.
Caleb let a ragged groan as if her answer pleased him. “And what about here?” he murmured, drawing his damp index up to find her clit.
Emily grasped him tight in
response. “Especially there.”
Her eyes opened in time to catch Caleb's amused grin. “Well, that's the where. So let's work on the how.”
At that, he lightly circled the little nub until it was completely swollen from its hood, then pressed his index down to push inside. Emily bowed up in response, pleasure spreading through her body as he thrust it in and out, gathering her wetness to use against her clitoris.
Alternating between slow thrusts and heated strokes, he murmured against her ear, “That how you like it, baby?”
“Oh yes! He never just … I didn't … ah!”
Unable to find the words to respond, she opted to answer by turning her head and nibbling her lips against his jaw and down his neck. But before she could tell him precisely how good it was, he stopped and sat up, muttering, “Can't wait any longer.”
Emily almost complained, thinking he was ready for intercourse. But the words stuck when he slipped onto the floor to kneel between her legs, pushing her thighs open wider.
Her heart lurched at his aroused groan over the sight of her exposed sex, aching so badly now that his next question almost didn't register.
“And how about this?”
Leaning in, Caleb covered her mound with his hot mouth.
Gasping, Emily jerked as his tongue sank inside her with a hungry growl before snaking up to her clit and back again.
“Oh!” Her back arched when he repeated the action, breasts heaving and fingers digging into his hair. But her hips nearly came off the couch entirely when he trapped her clit between his lips to suck on it while lashing it with his tongue.
“Ah! Caleb!” she cried, squirming so much he latched his arms around her hips and clasped his hands together above her navel to stop her from accidentally pulling away.
And she was going crazy.
He worked slowly, groaning low as if savoring this first taste, his tongue languidly rolling her swollen button around. It was so agonizingly good it was nearly torturous, especially when he picked up speed.
Emily whimpered loudly, unable to sit still. Caleb varied his pace with slow strokes followed by hard, fast flicks until she was writhing against his hungry mouth, her back arching as his hands roamed up her body to cover her breasts.
The pleasure built, intensifying until the only word she could've used to describe it was exquisite—and just when she thought she'd come, he slowed down to draw it out.
Emily couldn't handle it.
She begged him, desperate for release, hips squirming as her clit bobbed against his hot, insistent tongue. She'd only ever experienced this level of pleasure when giving it to herself, and it was questionable if even that could compare.
Caleb's attention had her on her back, mindlessly writhing and clawing the cushions, and in the pleasure dazed recesses of her mind, she knew the truth; this wouldn't have been the same with anyone else, not because of Caleb's sexual prowess, but because of her desire for him alone.
There was an undeniable connection between them, one that went much deeper than she'd first suspected, and it was frightening in a way. She'd never experienced anything like it, but couldn't focus on those thoughts well enough to figure out why before coming without warning.
And the first wave hit like a bomb.
“Fuck!”
Emily's hips lifted against his mouth uncontrollably, her cries filling the room. It was the hardest orgasm she'd ever had, a chaotic torrent of waves leaving her mindlessly limp and trembling in ecstasy while Caleb gave her a few last, loving licks.
All other engagements paled in comparison, and she soon realized this was just the beginning of the night he'd promised.
Emily wasn't sure she'd last.
Chapter 29
Caleb wasn't going to last, but it didn't matter.
He'd never received such honest responses before. Bringing Emily to such heights of pleasure, holding her squirming hips down while she'd bucked against his mouth and pulled his hair, was more gratifying than he could've described.
And whether he lasted or not, he needed more.
Every lupine had an innate desire to pleasure their mates, including their bonding partners. Yet Caleb hadn't fully realized how much he'd enjoy it, or how strong his drive to take Emily would get just by watching her react to his attention.
Her orgasm left her limp on the couch, and he wasted no time climbing over her, his shaft pulsing with anticipation. Despite Emily's dazed expression, she grabbed him as soon as he was within reach, and the show of urgent desire as her legs lifted around his hips shook him to his core.
“You're gorgeous, baby.”
She was so breathless she could only respond by pushing her hands down his back to clutch his ass and tug him closer, finally rasping urgently, “P-please, I need you!”
Caleb groaned, having absolutely no intentions of denying her.
Lowering his hips, he took his shaft in hand, wanting to savor this first time, to brand this moment on his mind. But he was so damned ready to join with her he couldn't think straight, watching her face as he positioned himself to push inside.
Gently feeding just an inch or two in, he felt Emily tense, but she didn't complain. Instead, she moaned his name and tugged on his hips again, drawing him deeper inside her body—and damn! She was so hot he thought he'd come that instant.
“Fuck, baby!” He grunted, penetrating her until his cock was buried almost to the base. “Aaah … you're so tight.”
Caleb would've immediately pulled out to repeat the previous motion, but mentioning her snug fit had a sliver of doubt surfacing in the back of his mind; Emily was tight—and small. He could easily feel the way she'd stretched to receive him, and worried he'd become too wild and actually hurt her.
Yet she was panting and clutching his ass like she was afraid he'd stop. “Oh god, it … it feels … different.”
Hearing this, Caleb stayed painfully still, unsure if that was a good thing. “Different how?”
She looked up in confusion. “I don't … oh,” she breathed, her sapphire eyes lighting with recognition. “We're not using a condom.”
“Never do this without one?”
“N-no,” she moaned, closing her eyes and lifting her hips. “It's … you're so hot, Caleb.”
That's the damned truth. Buried so deep in her wet walls, he could barely stay still, the urge to thrust overwhelming him until he instinctively pulled back to enter again.
The friction caused by the movement was so damned good he couldn't stand it. But is it good for her?
As if he'd asked aloud, Emily let a sweet whimper. So he thrust again, then again. Each reentry had her moaning more loudly, until he could think of almost nothing but moving much, much harder.
Yet his more pressing drive was to make sure Emily got what she wanted, to learn her preferences before assuming he'd bring her pleasure without thought, particularly after the mediocre experiences she'd described with her ex.
For that reason, he continued moving slowly, fighting his instincts despite her positive reactions—and it felt like the hardest damned thing he'd ever done.
That's when she suddenly cried out, nearly causing him to stop moving entirely.
“Caleb! It's never felt this way … ! It's so … it's better than good.”
He gritted his teeth, still fighting his urges—until she looked up at him to ask, “Are you … gonna come inside me?”
At her question, his instincts roared to life with a resounding yes, his seed rising at the mere idea. So he thrust harder, growling breathlessly, “Is that how you want it, baby?”
She didn't hesitate to nod. “I wanna feel it.”
Hearing that, Caleb lost it.
His hips began pounding between her legs, wrenching the sweetest cry from her lips he'd ever heard—and Emily sounded … surprised.
“Oh my god! Yes!” She clawed his back, whimpering mindlessly, “Please! Fuck me hard!”
Whatever intensity of possession he felt multiplied at her plea, and he
hammered her into the cushions until he could feel her entire body quaking and her slick walls clenching his cock as if her own orgasm were about to overwhelm her.
“Ah! I'm about to … Caleb! I-I've never come this way … !”
Caleb couldn't believe his ears. She's never come during intercourse? That was a problem he was about to fix, driving deep with the promise, “You're fucking about to!”
She bucked, tensing against him, and in those moments, he only knew one thing for certain; he'd never get enough. Caleb had bonded with a woman before Emily, but this? Words couldn't do his sense of connection to her justice, and as soon as she exploded beneath him in a wet rush, his back bowed up with a hot stream erupting inside her body.
“Emily! Fuck!”
The pressure of his orgasm releasing inside her was like nothing he'd ever experienced, and it seemed unending. He crushed her body to his, slamming his hips home with a loud growl and Emily's cries against his ear. What felt like hours passed in only the space of a few moments, until he found himself collapsing over her, his chest heaving in absolute bliss.
During those breathless moments, Caleb only knew one thing; he was both extremely satisfied, and far from done.
Emily's mind? Completely blown.
Clutching Caleb's body tight, she nuzzled his neck, loving the way his chest felt heaving against hers. But even more enjoyable was the aftershocks of her orgasm causing her to clench his semi-hard cock still buried between her legs.
It was nothing like her past experiences. She'd always used a condom, and never came from penetration, stroking her hands all over Caleb's body in appreciation for what he'd given her that night—and she wanted more as soon as possible.
As the thought struck, she realized he was still hard inside her. Emily opened her eyes, wondering if she should be surprised, and if he wanted more now—just as he lifted his head and claimed her mouth in a kiss full of longing. Guess that's a yes, and I'm definitely game.
He groped her everywhere, his hands greedily clutching and grasping her body, though he extracted himself from between her thighs. Emily groaned in protest, though some vague part of her mind that still functioned rationally qualified that he might only be changing positions, and it was right.
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