High Voltage

by Calista Fox

  His mouth claimed hers, his tongue sweeping over hers with familiarity, yet there was nothing commonplace or expected about the response she elicited deep within him. Garrett's arms tightened around her and he pressed her body firmly against his. He loved the feel of her silky skin against his, loved the feel of her soft curves molding to all of his hard muscles. She felt like heaven in his arms. There was something evocative and enticing and erotic about holding her close to him, breathing in her very essence, touching her in ways he knew no other man had touched her. The way no other man would touch her. Not just on a physical level, but on an emotional one. A visceral level, in fact, that connected them in the most exciting, all-consuming way.

  Passion arced between them, so strong, it was almost tangible. It aroused every fiber of his being, set every nerve ending ablaze until Garrett could think of nothing more than making love to her. Pleasuring her in the most decadent, loving ways. He wanted to give her his heart and soul ... wanted to give her every last bit of him.

  Deepening the kiss elicited a long, low moan from her that wrenched his heart. She clung to him, letting him lead her, but actively participating in the kiss as well. She didn't hold back, not in the least little bit. And that excited him all the more. Whether she had fully reconciled or accepted the truth about him, he didn't know. But she had certainly come to terms with the desire that sparked so easily between them. She didn't fight it, nor did she hold back.

  Garrett moved her toward the far wall, still kissing her, still fully engaging her on every level he possibly could. When he reached the desk set below the window sill, he tore his mouth away. Turning her sharply, he gripped her hands and placed them on the top of the desk, her palms pressing flat against the wood. His hands then explored her naked flesh, running up her arms, over her shoulders and down her back, his fingers grazing the long line of her spine.

  She trembled against his touch.

  "You like my hands on you,” he murmured as he nuzzled her neck.

  "Mm-hmm.” She let out a soft, lusty sigh.

  One of Garrett's hands slid over her hip and across one shapely buttock. Sweeping lower and outward, he cupped her thigh and lifted her leg until her knee rested on the desk in front of her. Her palms remained flat against the whitewashed wood, but she glanced at him over her slender shoulder.

  Garrett felt the corners of his mouth tip. “You're so beautiful.” Then he kissed her. Long and deep, until he felt the slight tremor that vibrated in the leg she stood on. But he had a hand wrapped tightly around her waist. “I've got you,” he whispered as he broke the kiss.

  Her blue eyes sparkled in the soft glow of firelight. She licked her lips, as though savoring the taste of him. Then her eyelids fluttered closed as his hands began to explore her body all over again, smoothing over her soft curves and silky skin. As his hands cupped her breasts, her head tipped back and rested on his shoulder. Garrett took full advantage of her exposed neck. His lips slid up and down the long column, his tongue teasing, his teeth occasionally nipping. All the while, his fingers toyed with the hard points of her breasts, pinching and rolling, then soothing with the pads of his thumbs.

  Nudging her opening with his hard cock, he felt how wet and ready she was for him. But Garret wasn't at all prepared for the jolt that rocked him to the core of his being when she shifted a hand from the desk to the juncture between her legs. Over her shoulder, he stared down at the movement of her fingers, stimulating her clit. He moved one hand from her breast to improve her reach. That hand moved back to her lifted cheek and he gripped it firmly as he slowly penetrated her tight opening.

  Serena's lips parted and breathy little pants filled the quiet room, making him even wilder. The desire to plunge deep into her and drive them both to completion welled inside him. But he held fast to his control, easing just a bit more inside her, taking his time, filling her slowly. His hand shifted again so that he could continue to pleasure both breasts as she stroked her clit and he moved steadily inside her. The tension built between them, the desire so intense it seemed to surround them and cover them like a thick blanket until they were both burning up from the heat filling the room. The heat that came from both of them, for Serena's supple skin was fiery to the touch, and Garrett had no doubt his was as well.

  His lips sought her throat once more. As he pumped slowly in and out of her, savoring every second he was inside her, yet still wanting to pick up the pace, he kissed and teased her neck, drawing sweet mewling sounds from her that turned him inside out.

  On and on it went, as though they were both holding onto the erotic pleasure for as long as possible.

  Forever.

  But as their arousal heightened, the grip on their control loosened. It seemed to happen at the exact same moment. His hand slid from her breast to the small hand slowly teasing her clit. He pressed his palm to the back of her hand and twined his fingers with hers, not only increasing the pressure on that sensitive spot, but working it a little more feverishly with his own fingertips.

  Serena gasped, then whispered, “Oh, yes."

  He felt her hips lift as she pressed back against him, gyrating in time with him. They fell into a quick, heated rhythm. He thrust deep into her and she let out a sharp cry of pleasure. Garrett groaned.

  "I want you to come,” he whispered in her ear.

  "I'm about to.” Her eyes opened and she stared at their reflection in the glass pane in front of them. The water sluiced down the smooth surface, distorting the erotic image of them, yet he could still see her large blue eyes, which burned bright with her desire. “Come with me,” she said.

  The sound that lodged in Garrett's throat was borderline animalistic, he was sure. A cross between a primal growl and an unchecked grunt of pleasure. Instinct took over. His fingers pressed to her swollen clit, rubbed it steadily, then pinched it, making her gasp again. Sliding his cock out of her warm depths then thrusting back into her had her moaning and writhing against him. The fingers of one hand teased her hard nipple, the pads of the other stroked her clit and dewy lips, a bit faster and stronger than before.

  "Oh, God,” she groaned. Her voice was low and sultry, full of lust and passion.

  Garrett's cock pumped in and out of her, stroking her inner walls and clearly hitting her at just the right spot because suddenly, her entire being tensed, then began to violently tremble.

  "Yes,” she whispered, her voice strained. “Oh, God, yes!” Her eyes squeezed shut.

  "Keep them open,” Garrett insisted in a tight voice. He, too, was barreling toward the pinnacle of desire. “I want to see your eyes when you come. I want to watch you."

  She did his bidding and their gazes remained locked via the reflection in the window. The crackle of the fire echoed in the room, mingling with the low rumble of thunder and the pounding of their hearts.

  Garrett's erection swelled even more as the tension built within him. His balls drew up tight to his body and his breathing became shallow and labored. He pushed deeper inside her as he watched the desire glow in her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her rosy lips were parted. Long wispy strands of chestnut hair fell across her damp forehead and cheeks. Her full, round breasts bounced slightly as he continued to make love to her. He felt the leg and the arm holding her up shake. When she came, he knew she'd be drained physically. But he wouldn't let her slip from his grasp.

  "Garrett.” Her lips quivered. Her eyelids dipped. “Now,” she said. “Please. Now..."

  His mouth swept over her neck again and he whispered in her ear, “I'm still going to want you after this. I'm always going to want you. Be mine..."

  She sucked in a breath. Her inner walls tightened around him, holding him in a vice grip that sent him over the edge.

  "Oh, God!” His climax hit him hard and fast, stealing his breath and sending waves of desire crashing over him until he was convulsing inside her.

  Serena's sharp cry was lost among the thundering of his heart and the pounding of his pulse. She squeezed his cock even
tighter, milking him, surely deriving as much pleasure as she gave.

  Above the roar in his ears and the raging sensations inside him, he heard the one word that would seal his fate and forever change his life.

  "Yes."

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  High Voltage: Chapter 8

  How he made her so hot, so wet and so in need of him, was beyond Serena. As they lay sprawled across her queen-size bed, which seemed way too small for this man, she fought for a coherent thought. Some clarity in her mind. She couldn't even recall moving to the bed. The last thing she really, fully remembered was experiencing an orgasm that would make the Guinness Book of World Records.

  Not only had it been the most powerful, all-consuming sensation to ever rocket through her body, but it had lingered, going on and on and on. One intense, erotic feeling after another crested over her, filling every crack and crevice until she'd felt as though she were drowning in the most exquisite sensation known to man—or woman.

  Stifling a giggle, she plopped her head on Garrett's wide chest. It wasn't possible, she knew, but she could have sworn she came for a good five minutes.

  "What's so funny?” he asked in a lazy tone. One arm was draped around her shoulders and his fingers gently caressed her hot skin. Lord, it was a wonder he could even touch her. She felt like every inch of her sizzled from the blaze still burning inside her.

  "I didn't know it could be like this. So...” She shook her head. Good just didn't do what had happened between them justice. Phenomenal was a bit closer, but still not quite right. Finally, she said, “Explosive."

  Garrett drew in a long breath. His free hand plowed through his hair, lifting it off his forehead and away from his handsome face. She stared up at him, memorizing every single detail—bronzed skin, chiseled cheekbones, squared jaw line. His mouth was made for kissing, there was no doubt about that. Just looking at it gave her the overwhelming desire to scoot a little closer and press her lips to his.

  His arm tightened around her. Her impulsive kiss turned into one long, hot, passionate lip-lock that left her breathless. When they finally came up for air, she felt the tingling sensations build inside her once more. Christ, she could probably orgasm with just a kiss from this man.

  Shaking her head in amusement, she returned her cheek to his chest. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I think I set a record for the world's longest climax earlier."

  "Hmm,” he murmured in his sexy, intimate tone. “That's a huge compliment."

  She grinned. “Yes, it is."

  "Actually,” he said as he shifted on the bed, rolling onto his side and forcing her to do the same. They lay face-to-face, staring deeply into each other's eyes. Garrett's fingers swept over her cheek, sending little pinpricks of desire straight to the heart of her. “I can't take all the credit. It was just as good for me. We're a perfect fit—in every way. And these feelings...” He cupped her face and said in a very serious tone, “They're real, Serena. More real than anything I've ever known."

  Her heart skipped several beats. She continued to stare at him, speechless.

  Was he serious? Lord knew that what she felt went far beyond anything she'd ever experienced in her twenty-seven years. But was it potentially detrimental to her heart to believe that Garrett had similar feelings? That what had transpired between them tonight was more than just physical attraction? More than just really hot sex?

  She tried to gauge his thoughts as she looked into the beautiful green irises that glowed vibrantly against his tanned face. They were as dark as emeralds, yet as clear as glass. She could see certainty in his eyes. Pure, absolute certainty. It was so vivid, so untainted, so real, that it should have unnerved her.

  Something had definitely happened between them this evening.

  Something deep and meaningful. Substantial and ... lasting.

  "You feel it, too, don't you?” she whispered. She couldn't stop the words, but they didn't seem to faze Garrett in the least.

  His eyes didn't change. They remained fixed on her, as crystal-clear as before. As though he were inviting her beyond his strong, virile veneer to see the true man inside.

  Serena's heart constricted. Was he?

  She lifted a hand and the pad of one finger traced the bottom lip she had the playful urge to nibble.

  What will I find?

  The errant thought drifted through her mind, distracting her from the mouth she longed to kiss.

  What if the things he said earlier are true?

  Her pulsed kicked up a notch or two. He'd tried to convince her that he was the wolf she'd helped during the storm.

  Is he?

  Her practical mind still struggled with the evidence he'd presented. The evidence she'd seen with her own two eyes. In the bed of her truck, he'd lain in the exact spot as the wolf. The same hip had been injured and bloody. And then ... it had healed. All on its own. There wasn't so much as a faint scar to indicate he'd ever made contact with the front of her truck and the headlight.

  As the questions swirled around in Serena's head, her eyes remained locked with Garrett's. She felt entranced by his gaze. So much so that, for a few moments, she seemed to lose all touch with time and space and reality. For several long, suspended moments, everything faded into non-existence except for the man lying before her, willing her with his eyes to believe.

  And suddenly, Serena did believe.

  * * * *

  Garrett's fingers twined with hers and he pressed her soft skin to his lips, not breaking their eye contact.

  "You're safe,” he whispered. “Always. No one will hurt you. But you have to understand that when a wolf chooses a partner, it's for life."

  She swallowed hard, but didn't say a word.

  Garrett continued. “It goes against every natural instinct I have, every fiber that makes up my being, but ... If you choose to walk away, I'll let you. But you'll have to leave Silver. You'll have to leave Wyoming. Otherwise, the other packs will come after you."

  "Why?"

  "There were others who wanted you,” he told her. “As much as I did. They'll want you still, unless you're mine. Or far enough away from them that they turn their sights to someone else."

  "I don't understand...” Her voice was soft and breathy. It tugged at Garrett's heart.

  "Nights of the full moon have become a ... dating ... ritual. The electrical storm is brought on by those who command the elements and the moon. The lightning you saw tonight, it was more than just a normal spear of lightning."

  "I kept thinking it was the same one, over and over again."

  He nodded. “It was. And it had a purpose."

  "A purpose?” Her eyes searched his. Then some sort of realization dawned on her. She let out a soft gasp. “Oh! You're right. When it hit my truck, I felt singed to the core. And then I felt..."

  "Aroused?” He crooked a brow at her.

  She nodded. “Intensely."

  "It's sort of like foreplay for the virgins. It starts them down the path of desire and makes them more ... amenable ... to the mating game."

  Serena sat up. She shook her head for a moment, then pierced him with a look. “It wasn't like that with me. I mean, yes, when the lightning struck close enough to me, it did have an erotic effect on me. But then the dog ... wolf ... you,” she said in partial exasperation, “jumped out in front of my truck. And it went away."

  "That's what I was hoping for. If I hadn't stopped you, you would have fallen right into their trap."

  "Who?” she demanded. “Whose trap?"

  Garrett rubbed the back of his neck where a knot of tension began to build. “There are several packs that live in and around Silver. We've been here a very, very long time. Some of the packs are content on living in the forest, staying mainly in animal form. But a couple of the packs have taken to city life, so to speak. We own businesses and, for the most part, conform to and follow the rules of modern society. Some of us are on the straight and narrow more than others...” He frowned when he
thought of the most ruthless of the packs, led by what Garrett would classify as his archrival.

  "Do they hurt people?” she asked in a quiet voice.

  Garrett nodded. “Sometimes. Some of them haven't evolved, in mentality, beyond their wolf form. They can be vicious predators when they want to be."

  She sucked in a breath. Pink crept up her throat and stained her cheeks.

  "Look,” he said quickly as he sat up. “They're—we're—not all like that. And those of us who don't prey on others try to protect whomever we can."

  "Who are you protecting me from?"

  Garrett let out a long sigh. He didn't want to frighten her, but he knew that the more she knew, the better off she'd be. The safer she'd be. Though in truth, he'd do everything in his power to ensure she was never in harm's way. He would keep the others at bay, no matter what. If it meant launching himself in front of a moving vehicle or taking on an entire pack, he wouldn't let anyone hurt her. Ever.

  "Garrett?” She prompted in a soft voice.

  He cleared his throat. “His name is Braedan. He's a grey wolf and a descendant of a particularly vicious pack that has slaughtered more innocent hunters, campers and fishermen than even I can keep track of. In fact, his brother is the leader of another pack that has created a lot of strife in Montana over the years. Braedan is...” He shook his head. No point in sugar-coating it for her. She needed to know the truth. “Evil."

  Serena shivered. Her eyes clouded. Garrett reached for her and pulled her to him. “But he won't hurt you."

  She drew in a long breath, let it out slowly. “What makes you so sure?"

  "Because there are laws amongst the packs. We abide by them.” Okay, so that wasn't entirely true. Braedan and his pack didn't necessarily stick to the rules. They played dirty—and they played for keeps. But at the moment, Braedan was under scrutiny by the Council that governed them all, and he was too smart to bring more attention his way.