High Voltage

by Calista Fox

  He knew what she wanted without her even having to say it.

  She stared up at him, seeing the desire and passion swirling in his dark eyes. Serena's hands slid up his powerful arms and then her fingers twined in his thick, damp hair just moments before his mouth claimed hers again. His passionate kiss made her body vibrate with arousal. Garrett's hands eased over her ribcage. When his palms cupped her breasts, Serena's fingers twisted deeper in his hair and she pressed her body to his, wanting to feel all of him melded to her.

  He broke the kiss and his mouth moved over her jaw and down her throat again, his teeth and tongue gently teasing her sensitive flesh. His thumbs brushed over her hard nipples, toying with the tight buds and stimulating Serena like nothing she'd ever known before.

  A soft whimper escaped her parted lips.

  "You like how I touch you,” he said in a quiet voice.

  "Yes,” she whispered. His hands continued to caress her breasts. Serena could hardly wait for his mouth to find its way to the taut peaks that begged for more of his attention.

  As though he knew what she wanted—what she needed—his hand pushed the thin material upward. Serena relinquished her hold on him and raised her arms high above her head as Garrett lifted the camisole away from her body. The flimsy lingerie dropped to the hardwood floor. Then Garrett's hands slid down her arms.

  Serena held her breath in anticipation of her bare flesh touching his. When their bodies melded together again, she let out a low moan of extreme pleasure. Nothing had ever felt quite so right. Garrett's skin was warm and smooth, covering hard muscles that seemed to surround her. His very presence soothed her insides, allowing her insecurities to slip away. It no longer mattered that she had such little experience with heated moments such as these. She realized she didn't need to know anything more than how to acknowledge the way her body responded to Garrett's touch. And to allow herself the pleasure of touching him.

  His mouth covered hers again and he pulled her into another deep, titillating kiss. He backed her up until she felt her mattress against the backs of her calves. Gently, he lowered her down to the bed, one of his powerful legs slipping between her parted thighs. His knee hit the mattress and he carefully eased her down until she was sprawled across the bed. Settling between her legs, Garrett covered her completely.

  Serena had never known such bliss. To have the man's weight on her, to feel his skin against hers, to experience his entire being connecting with hers in such an intimate way left Serena reeling. Excitement mingled with anticipation. She had no idea what to expect from Garrett Slater, yet she sensed every moment with him would be a pleasurable one.

  As he stared down at her, his smoldering eyes locked with hers, Serena felt the corners of her mouth quiver. The way Garrett roused her libido made her want to grin from ear to ear. Never before had Serena been so overcome with sexual desire. It was fascinating ... liberating ... stimulating.

  "You're not afraid of me,” he said in a soft voice.

  Her head rolled from side to side on the mattress. “No."

  "Do you trust me, Serena?"

  Her eyes remained locked with his. “Yes."

  "Do you know that I want nothing more than to bring you pleasure? To make you feel good?"

  Serena's heart melted a little. “You lying on top of me feels good."

  He shifted above her, moving downward just enough that his erection pressed against the juncture of her legs.

  She gasped as a jolt of electricity targeted the most intimate part of her. The restless feeling that had not abated in the least since this encounter had begun suddenly intensified tenfold. “I want to ... feel you.” Her eyes searched his, wondering if she was adequately conveying her needs.

  The slow, sexy grin that touched Garrett's lips told her he knew exactly what she wanted. With one hand, he reached for the towel secured at his waist and yanked it open. Lifting himself off her just an inch, he dragged the damp material away from his body and tossed it aside.

  Serena couldn't help but sneak a peek at him. Her heart hammered in her chest at the vision before her. He was magnificent. At the same time, the size of him sent a ripple of hesitation through her.

  His grin widened. “We'll fit together perfectly. Don't be scared."

  "I'm not scared,” she said, a hint of indignation in her voice.

  Garrett's look softened. “No, you wouldn't be. You're not afraid of anything, are you, Serena?"

  She didn't know what to say to that. Serena believed in standing up for herself and holding her ground no matter what the threat, no matter the trepidation that may skitter through her. She believed in the good of human beings; didn't doubt her own self-worth; and had just enough of an adventurous spirit that she didn't back down from challenges or new experiences. Still ... she had her fears.

  "You could have run in here and locked the door when you found me in the back of your truck. But you didn't,” he said. “You confronted me."

  "I figured there was a reason you were here."

  His head dipped and his lips brushed over hers. “There is.” One elbow was propped by her shoulder, holding him up. With the other hand, he gently clasped her fingers and guided her hand toward his waist. “We were destined for this moment, Serena."

  She had no idea what that meant, or why he felt that way. All that registered in Serena's mind was the touch of his soft skin beneath her fingertips as she carefully grazed the thick shaft he'd led her to. Fascinated by the smooth texture of his skin and the contradicting rigid strength of him, she boldly explored the length and width of his hard cock. Her fingers wrapped around the wide base, causing a sharp stab of desire between her legs. She felt the moisture ooze from her body and dampen her panties. Excitement suddenly seemed too mild a word for what she felt.

  Their gazes were still locked as she eased her hand upward, gripping his shaft with just enough pressure that it deepened his irises until they looked almost black. Serena felt a surge of feminine power that was exhilarating. Her stomach fluttered as she gauged Garrett's response to her touch. His eyelids seemed to grow heavy as she slowly stroked him, moving her hand up and down the hard length of him. His jaw clenched and a low groan fell from his lips.

  It was all the encouragement she needed. Serena didn't let her uncertainty of how to please him invade her mind. Instead, she carefully watched the way he reacted to each caress. He seemed to expand in her hand, though that seemed impossible. He was already huge to begin with.

  Suddenly, the need to taste him hit her hard. Serena gave into the innate desire. She moved down the bed, forcing him to roll onto his back. As she hovered above him, Serena took a moment to admire his powerful physique. He was built so beautifully it stole her breath. Hard muscles and bronzed skin stretched out before her in a display of male sexuality and perfection that couldn't be matched. Her fingers itched to touch every inch of him. Her mouth practically watered at the thought of how his skin would taste.

  "I didn't think it was possible to be devoured by eyes,” he said, a hint of amusement in his deep voice. “But I feel sufficiently feasted upon."

  A hot flush tinged her cheeks and forehead, but Serena's gaze did not waver. “Consider it a compliment."

  His grin was devilish. “I consider it an open invitation."

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  High Voltage: Chapter 5

  The desire to touch her was too overwhelming to ignore. Garrett's hand circled her toned upper arms and he drew her close to him, forcing her to relinquish her hold on his throbbing cock. As he dragged her toward him, she straddled his midsection, which was exactly what Garrett wanted.

  She gave him a quizzical look, to which he cocked an eyebrow and said, “If I let you continue what you were doing, this encounter wouldn't last long."

  Pink stained her cheeks, but she didn't look away. “Oh,” she said on a soft whisper.

  "Let me give you a little preview of things to come."

  She shuddered above him. Garrett couldn't
help but grin at her again, knowing it was a wicked one. He knew she was a virgin. He could sense it. As could the pack that had hunted her tonight, unbeknownst to her. But they no longer mattered to Garrett. He had succeeded at keeping her out of the heart of the storm by leaping in front of her truck and bringing it to a halt before she'd been caught in the middle of the electrical storm that would have left her utterly defenseless against the man who'd wanted to claim her for his own.

  Garrett had set his sights on Serena from the onset, though, and he'd had no intention of losing her to Braedan. Although he'd not made contact with her until tonight, Garrett had known in his heart that she was the one for him. Serena didn't know that he'd watched over her all this time, keeping the others who wanted her at bay. He'd opted to bide his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach her. The opportune moment had presented itself this evening—and not a moment too soon. In fact, considering the evening's events, Garrett was convinced now more than ever that they were destined for each other.

  What her logical mind didn't quite grasp yet would eventually be revealed to her. Garrett was a shapeshifter. Capable of taking on the form of a wolf at his own will. He'd considered shifting a curse when he'd first discovered the ability. But it had its advantages now, and he acknowledged that the wolf was as much a part of him as was the powerful man he'd become.

  Now, everything was falling perfectly into place for him. Here was the woman he'd waited years for—the woman he'd known would eventually become his mate.

  For life.

  Garrett let out a low groan at the vision hovering above him. Her long hair was still damp at the ends and the natural curl made her long locks tousled and sexy. Her deep blue eyes were wide and alert, unabashedly taking in every exposed inch of him. Her sensual gaze heated his insides and made his groin tighten. His cock reminded him of how close he was to experiencing the most intense pleasure known to man.

  His hands moved from her arms to her breasts. Her hands were planted on either side of him, holding herself up, though her body was just mere centimeters from his. He had just enough room to slide his palms down the front of her. Cupping the large, firm orbs in his hands, he gave them a gentle squeeze, then swept his thumbs over her tight nipples. He toyed with the rosy buds until he sensed her heightened arousal.

  She shifted above him, settling more comfortably against his body. Her damp, satin panties rubbed against his erection, driving Garrett half out of his mind.

  He could tell she felt a small measure of uncertainty about what they were doing—what she was doing to him. Yet she didn't let her inexperience get the best of her. Rather, she seemed to let her natural, primal instincts take over and guide her. She gave into the intimacy of the moment, and sought her own pleasure while obviously trying to bring him some.

  "Do whatever you want,” he whispered. “Whatever comes naturally."

  She stilled. “I should warn you—"

  "I already know."

  Her heated look turned curious. “That I'm a virgin?"

  He nodded.

  Serena took a moment, obviously needing to digest this information. Then she said, “I don't want to disappoint you."

  "You won't. You can't,” he assured her. “Just being here with you, touching you like this, is more extraordinary than anything I've ever known."

  The passionate look returned to her dark gaze. “I feel the same way.” Relief tinged her voice. “It's very strange. I want to touch you and be touched by you. This insistent, overwhelming urge grips me from out of nowhere, and then I look at you and suddenly it calms ... like my insides are just simmering. Like somehow I know, deep in my bones, that we have all the time in the world to get to know each other's bodies. How to touch, how to taste, how to please.” She stared intently at him. “Do we?"

  Garrett nodded. “If that's what you want."

  "It is,” she said without hesitation. “I don't know why or how or ... hell, I don't know anything right now. Except that I want to be naked with you every night for the rest of my life."

  The corners of his mouth jerked up. “That can certainly be arranged."

  Confusion flashed in her eyes for the briefest of moments, but desire chased it away. She smiled down at him. A soft, feminine smile that twisted his insides and made him want her all the more. Actually, her smile alone assured him of all the conclusions he'd come to since she'd arrived in Silver.

  Wolves mated for life. And though Garrett had experienced love early on, at the age of nineteen, Clarissa had not been his destiny. She had died only two years after they'd met, and Garrett had not sought another mate in the ten years that had passed since her funeral. Until now.

  "I can give you everything you ever dreamed of, Serena."

  Her smile faded. “The only dream I've ever had is this one. To find a man who stirs my passion as much as he does my heart. I've always dreamed of feeling one-hundred percent sure about giving myself to a man. No doubts. No regrets. That's why I've waited all this time. But now I feel ... absolutely positive that this is right.” Her eyes searched his before she added, “How is that possible?"

  "Fate,” he said simply. Then his arms snaked around her back and he pulled her down to him, so her body was pressed to his. “You may find that it's easier not to question any of this. Just go with it."

  She nodded. “You're probably right."

  His fingers grazed her spine all the way down to the small of her back. She shivered under his touch, which turned him on all the more. When his hands slid over the satin material covering her shapely ass, fire roared through him. His pelvis lifted and he rubbed his cock against her damp crotch.

  Serena pushed herself up just enough so that she could drop feathery kisses on his chest. Her long hair teased his skin and made his nipples pebble tight. She stimulated him on every level and Garrett could wait no longer to touch her more intimately. One hand slid into her panties, moving over her hip to the front of her. She gasped as his fingers dipped lower and grazed the nearly bare skin between her legs. He gently stroked the dewy folds, determined to make her wetter, hotter. In desperate need of him.

  The desire to make her come gripped him fiercely. His fingers glided over her slick lips, then the pad of one sought her swollen clit and rubbed it in a lazy, circular motion until she was panting softly. Garrett felt her muscles tighten and the arms holding her up began to tremble. Stroking her just a bit faster, with more pressure, elicited a low moan from her. When two fingers pushed deep inside her, she came almost instantly.

  She cried out his name, which spiked Garrett's own desire. As she closed her eyes and seemingly savored the moment, he watched her. She may be a virgin, but she was certainly in tune with her own sensuality. The orgasm she'd experienced—which appeared to have been a powerful one—didn't alarm or frighten her. Rather, she seemed to embrace the feelings and revel in the sensations.

  Garrett found her response to their foreplay extremely sexy. And stirring.

  He waited for her to return to herself. The rain fell hard on the roof and windows and mingled with the crackling of the fire. Both sounds echoed softly in the small cottage. The lightning had, indeed, ceased. But the low rumble of thunder occasionally penetrated the quiet night.

  Above all else, though, Garrett heard Serena's quick yet steady breathing.

  When her eyes fluttered open and she stared intently at him, he asked, “Shall we continue?"

  * * * *

  Serena grinned at him. She felt light-hearted and giddy. How long had it been since all her troubles had fallen by the wayside and she'd let herself go—allowed herself to live in the moment and enjoy something without analyzing it to death?

  A long, long time. In fact, she was fairly certain this was the first time ever.

  "You have more tricks up your sleeve?” she asked in a languid, slightly teasing voice she barely recognized as her own.

  "I'm not wearing sleeves."

  Her grin widened. “No, you're not. In fact, you are fabulou
sly naked."

  After pushing her panties over her hips and down her legs, he settled back on the bed and let out a low groan. “Now so are you. And I'd really like to keep you that way."

  She laughed. “That can certainly be arranged,” she said, borrowing his words.

  His hands slid up to her breasts. Serena's eyes closed for a few moments as she enjoyed the feeling of his intimate touch. Although her orgasm had ebbed, her insides still thrummed and the throbbing between her legs had not abated an ounce. She still wanted him as much as she had before he'd delivered that phenomenal orgasm. She had a feeling she'd want him every day for the rest of her life.

  Her eyes drifted open. “Make love to me,” she whispered.

  Garrett speared her with a hot look. “Oh, I intend to. Repeatedly, in fact."

  Serena's womb tightened. She licked her lips in anticipation. Then Garrett's hands gripped her hips and he guided her down toward his pelvis. When his cock pushed against the apex of her legs, she boldly reached between them and used the smooth tip of his penis to gently stroke herself. Teasing her clit then pressing the head against her opening, Serena not only stimulated the part of her body that ached most for him, she also mentally and physically prepared herself for him to enter her.

  Her excitement and arousal escalated as Garrett's hips rose and he penetrated her. Just a tiny bit. He didn't force his way in, didn't thrust upward. He simply nudged her opening.

  Serena's gaze locked with Garrett's. The heat and raw intensity reflected in his dark green eyes stirred her soul. She couldn't say what made her feel so drawn—so connected—to him. All she knew was that she'd never been presented a more perfect opportunity. She'd never had this incredible, life-altering chance to fulfill her deepest desires. Serena did not feel the need to hold anything back from Garrett, and somehow, she innately knew he felt the same way.

  And knowing this made her even less inhibited.

  The need to feel him inside her suddenly gripped her so intensely, she pushed down on him, wanting all of him. As Garrett's thick cock entered her body, Serena let out a sharp cry of pleasure and pain that was mixed with the most wanton sound. It was almost a moan of ecstasy, but it was infinitely more primal. As though she had unwittingly tapped into a dark part of her she'd never known existed.