Wolf of her Own

by N. J. Walters

  He surged up and over her body. She expected him to plunge inside, but he kissed her instead. She could taste herself on his lips, a reminder of what he’d just done.

  Then he sat back between her legs, lifted one of her feet, and placed it flat against his shoulder. Then he did the same with the other. “You’re in control,” he told her. “You can push me away at any time.”

  Tears pricked her eyes, but she didn’t allow them to fall. This incredible man had just given her an amazing orgasm, and he was still worried about her. His cock was fully engorged, thick and hard with blue veins pulsing. It had to hurt, but he made no attempt to ease himself. His concern was all for her.

  The last of her barriers fell away, and Elise took the fall. She was in love with Mikhail. Probably had been for months, but she just hadn’t been able to admit it to herself. She’d been too afraid. Hadn’t seen how a relationship could work between them.

  But the ghosts had no power here. Mikhail was too powerful a presence and swept the past away.

  He gripped his cock in his hand and positioned the tip at her entrance. He closed his eyes and groaned. The muscles in his jaw tightened, and the cords of his neck stood out. He was holding back.

  “Do it,” she told him. The waiting wasn’t helping either one of them.

  “I’ll take my time,” he assured her. She didn’t know how he’d be able to keep such a promise. He was sweating and looked like a man in agony rather than one making love.

  He pushed past the initial resistance of her body and seated the broad head of his shaft just inside. She tensed and then forced herself to relax.

  Mikhail closed his eyes and dug his fingers into the blankets. He wasn’t holding her down, wasn’t hurting her. In fact, he’d put her in a position so she could easily use the strength in her legs to shove him away.

  He thrust his hips forward and sank another inch. They both groaned, and she gripped his hips, not sure if she wanted to pull him forward or push him away. Her body rippled around his hardness, adjusting and accepting him.

  Her wolf was going crazy inside her, rolling and whining. She wanted to mate with Mikhail.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  She nodded and moaned when he sank even deeper. Her knees were getting pushed back closer to her chest. She slipped her feet off his shoulders. Not expecting it, Mikhail fell forward, thrusting the rest of his erection inside.

  “Fuck,” he roared as he caught himself on his hands. Heat filled her as his shaft plunged deep. Her inner muscles squeezed, and he yelled again. She could feel him coming. The base of his shaft swelled, locking him inside her.

  Panic started to well inside. She couldn’t get him out of her. Couldn’t get him off. A whimper escaped.

  Mikhail’s head jerked up, and he reared back. “Shit, Elise. I’m sorry.” He was gasping like a man who’d just sprinted five miles. She couldn’t move, was trapped. Darkness began to edge inward, and then her channel clenched his shaft, and the sheer pleasure jolted her back to the present. Mikhail looked concerned and not at all happy, certainly nothing like a man who’d just had an orgasm.

  She’d ruined the moment. “I’m sorry,” she began, as she caught her breath.

  His frown turned into a scowl. “You’ve got nothing to feel sorry for, baby. I lost it when you shifted position. Why did you do that?”

  She shrugged. “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”

  He stared at her, and then the corners of his mouth twitched. Then he threw back his head and laughed. All she could do was stare. He wasn’t angry with her, wasn’t disappointed.

  Mikhail shoved his hands under her back and lifted her until she was straddling his legs with his cock still buried deep. “This okay?”

  She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder. “Better than okay.” She was surrounded by his strength and was no longer afraid it would be used against her. She knew in her heart he wouldn’t hurt her, but in the emotion of the moment, the past and present had collided and tangled.

  Mikhail kissed her temple. “We’ll have to try again.”

  She jerked back and looked at him. “Really?”

  His grin was more than a little wicked and his erection flexed inside her, as if in agreement. “You know what they say? Practice makes perfect.”

  …

  It was killing Mikhail to keep the conversation light, although she had made him genuinely laugh, something he never would have thought possible under the circumstances.

  He’d never forget the panicked sound she’d made. Something had triggered a flashback. Probably when he’d fallen against her. In his defense, the last thing he’d expected was for her to drop her feet from his shoulders. He hadn’t been able to stop his forward momentum and his weight landing on her for a brief moment.

  He rubbed his hands up and down her spine, soothing her. Their first time together hadn’t gone as well as he’d hoped, but he was still here, and she wasn’t trying to push him away. If anything, she was trying to burrow into him.

  He could work with that.

  He dropped a quick kiss on her mouth. “I think we should practice as often as possible.”

  She gave a muffled laugh and hugged him. His throat tightened, so he didn’t bother trying to say anything else. They stayed that way, her simply resting against him until the swelling at the base of his shaft went down enough for him to withdraw.

  He stretched out on the mattress and pulled Elise down on top of him. She seemed startled and sat upright. His cock ached to be inside her even though he’d just pulled out. No matter how long he lived, he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her.

  The light from the moon filtering in through the window played over her skin. Her hair fell like a curtain around her, partially covering her breasts. He pushed the long strands over her shoulders and cupped the full mounds.

  “This way you’re in charge. You can do whatever you want.” His entire body tightened in anticipation. “You can touch me however you want. Take me.”

  She tilted her head to one side, and he could see the curiosity on her face. It stunned him to think that this was something else she’d never experienced before. Pierre LaForge had been many things, but an idiot was at the top of Mikhail’s list. What man had a sensual, beautiful woman as his mate and never encouraged her to explore her sexuality, to take control and ride them both to oblivion?

  An idiot, that’s what. And Mikhail liked to think he was an intelligent man.

  He ran his hands up and down her sides. She was so sleek and beautiful. He wanted to touch her everywhere, to kiss her senseless, but this was her show. “What do you want, baby? Whatever it is, it’s yours.”

  She licked her lips, and his cock flexed, rubbing against her inner thigh. She glanced down and smiled. “Anything?”

  He swallowed heavily and nodded, his fingers tightening around her hips as he waited for her to make her first move.

  Elise reached down, grasped one of his hands, and pressed it against her breast. “I love the feel of your hands on me,” she told him. “They’re so big and rough, but so gentle.”

  Emotion threatened to choke him, even as pleasure raced through him. He cupped her breast, loving the weight of it in his hand. He thumbed her nipple, enjoying her gasp of pleasure as the bud puckered beneath his touch. He loved the contrast of her pale skin against his tanned hand. Light and dark. Male and female. Elemental attraction at its most basic.

  “What else?” he asked, his voice little more than a growl.

  She lifted his free hand and put it to her other breast. He plumped them both in his palms, tenderly tugging at her taut nipples. Her moan made his scalp tighten and goose bumps race over his skin. His shaft was near to bursting and his balls on fire.

  She leaned into his touch, moaning and undulating. Christ, she was a sensual siren. He wanted to drag her under him, flip her over, and mount her. The urge to mate was killing him.

  Then she shifted position and pressed her pussy against his engorged sh
aft. Stars burst behind his eyes as he closed them and prayed for strength. She rubbed herself up and down his length, coating him in her damp heat.

  “Fuck, that feels good.” His hips jerked upward in an involuntary motion. Surprised, Elise started to slip off, but she planted her hands on his chest for support.

  Her breathing grew faster and more erratic. He knew with each stroke, she was rubbing her clit against his erection. He sat upward, supporting himself on his hands, leaned forward, and captured one pert nipple between his lips. He tongued the bud and then sucked.

  Elise gasped and began to move faster against his shaft.

  “Come for me, baby,” he encouraged. He wanted to see her orgasm again. She was so open and sensual, so beautifully alive as she strove for completion.

  “Mikhail,” she called his name and let out a long, almost soundless moan. He pressed his hips upward, wanting her to get every last ounce of pleasure out of the experience.

  He felt the heat of her orgasm seep over his shaft. He released her breast and buried his face between them, striving not to come. He was so damn close.

  Every ounce of tension gradually seeped out of Elise until she was leaning against him. The muscles in his arms trembled, not because of her weight, but with the effort it was taking him not to come. Her wet heat still rested on his shaft. He wanted to bury himself in her so badly.

  Finally, she sat back and opened her eyes. “That was—” She stopped and shook her head. His cock chose that particular second to flex and press against her. Elise’s eyes widened, and she glanced down. “You didn’t come.”

  He hadn’t but was a hairbreadth away from doing so.

  A look of determination crossed her face. Then she went up on her knees, wrapped her hand around his cock, and positioned it at her opening. Mikhail couldn’t wait. He grabbed her hips and yanked her down, impaling her on his shaft. One stroke was all it took. The explosion started in his balls and shot up his shaft. He roared her name as he came.

  Mikhail lost all sense of time and place. All that mattered was Elise’s weight resting against him, her smell surrounding him, and the puff of her breath against his skin.

  When he recovered enough to regain his senses, he wanted to groan. He’d come faster than a teenager in the first throes of sexual exploration.

  He sighed, and she stirred against him. He was flat on his back with her covering him like a blanket. He frowned when he realized her skin was chilled. He reached out and snagged the top blanket and flipped it over her. It wasn’t much, but it was the best he could do without actually getting out of bed. And that wasn’t going to happen for a while yet.

  He eased her head over to his arm so he could see her. Her eyes were closed, but there was a smile on her lips. He kissed her lush mouth, and she made a murmur of pleasure. “All good?”

  She nodded. “Very.” The husky tone of her voice stirred his cock. She opened her eyes and stared at him. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Very,” he parroted back at her, making her giggle. “You inspire me.”

  “I’m glad.” Those two simple words meant the world to him. He hugged her close and simply enjoyed lying together in bed on a cold winter’s night after making love. He couldn’t remember a time he’d felt so at peace.

  He kissed the top of her head and slowly ran his hand up and down her back. “I’ll last longer next time,” he promised. At least he hoped he would. Elise got him off faster than a jackrabbit running from a wolf. Maybe after he’d had her a dozen or so times, he wouldn’t be so fast off the mark. He’d be embarrassed if he wasn’t so damn content.

  She made a little humming sound in the back of her throat. “I’m not complaining.” She rested her hand on top of his heart, and he covered it with his.

  With the wind blowing outside, they rested against one another.

  …

  Elise felt amazingly good, but the more time that passed, the more reality began to intrude. Still, nothing could dim the glow of their lovemaking. She and Mikhail had finally made love. Not once, but twice.

  He was actually still erect inside her, his shaft pulsing like a heartbeat. She’d always hated that a werewolf male could have sex several times before stopping. Now that she’d made love for the first time, she could see the appeal.

  What did she do now? She had no reference, no guide to go by. When she’d been mated, Pierre would roll over and go to sleep. She wasn’t sure if Mikhail was going to stay or go.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked. “You tensed all of a sudden.”

  The man didn’t miss a trick. “I was wondering what happened now?” She kept her head on his shoulder, not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

  He caught a lock of her hair and gently tugged until she looked up at him. “What do you want to have happen?”

  No one had ever asked her that question. She took her time and gave it serious consideration. “I think I’d like to get cleaned up and have a snack before we go to bed.” She felt incredibly bold asking him to spend the night.

  He slowly smiled. “I’d like that, too. And as for what happens next, I’d like to spend a lot more nights like this. As many as you’ll give me.”

  Her pulse began to race. She wanted the same thing he did, and it scared her. She continued to breathe until she got control of herself. The fear receded more quickly this time.

  “One day at a time?”

  He looked deeply into her eyes. “One day at a time,” he agreed. Then he lifted her off him, carefully disengaging their bodies. She hated that the special moment was over. There would never be another first night, but they would have more together.

  Feeling braver, she climbed out of bed and held out her hand. He took it and stood beside her. He was so big, so powerful. Yet he’d been a gentle lover, allowing her to take the lead, always putting her needs first.

  It was time for her to step up and take care of his needs. She pulled him behind her and into the bathroom. She turned on the small nightlight she kept plugged in next to the sink to give an ambient light. She released him long enough to turn on the shower and adjust the water flow.

  Mikhail was waiting in the shadows, his eyes glowing. She took his hand and led him into the shower stall. The warm water cascaded over them. She sighed and basked in the heat. Then she grabbed a cloth, added a dab of her cleanser, and began to wash Mikhail’s chest.

  He gave a rumble of pleasure and let her do as she wished. She washed his broad shoulders and thick biceps, ran the fabric over his wide chest and rippling abs. She hesitated only for a moment before cleaning his shaft. He groaned but didn’t stop her.

  Elise even washed his legs. When she was done, she stood and directed him under the spray. The molten gaze in his eyes was so hot she was vaguely surprised the water around them didn’t start to boil. He plucked the cloth from her hand and proceeded to return the favor. He washed her from top to bottom, not missing a single square inch of her body.

  She moaned, her skin tingling and alive, and her breasts aching by the time he finished. The heat between her legs was pulsing. She wanted him again.

  “Are you okay if I lift you and take you against the shower wall?” He prowled forward, and she stepped back until her back was against the moist tiles. “If not, say so now. I can promise it will be fast.”

  Just the image of what he was proposing made her inner muscles clench. “Yes.”

  Mikhail gave a guttural groan, lifted her easily, and spread her thighs wide. He drove deep in one long stroke. They both moaned when their bodies joined. She accepted him more easily now, even though it was still a tight fit.

  She should have felt trapped with the wall at her back and his big body covering her front. Instead, she felt protected. Cherished. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, using the leverage to raise herself up a bit before dropping back down.

  Mikhail growled and began to thrust. He hammered into her fast and furious.

  Pleasure s
lammed into her with the finesse of a freight train running out of control. She cried out as her sheath clutched at Mikhail’s cock, gripping it tightly. He gave a guttural roar and released inside her, flooding her with the warmth of his release.

  The water rained down on them and plinked against the tiles. Elise knew they should move when the water finally turned cool. It was only when she shivered that Mikhail pushed his head up from where it rested against the wall.

  “That was…” He shook his head, seemingly as much at a loss for words as she was.

  Explosive. That was the only word that came anywhere near close to what had just happened between them.

  He pulled out but held her up when she started to slide down the wall. He cursed and dragged them both under the cooling spray long enough to get clean. Then he turned off the taps and pulled her out of the shower behind him.

  Elise was feeling a little steadier by the time they’d dried off and headed back to the bedroom. Mikhail walked straight to the quilt he’d tossed aside earlier. He shook it out and wrapped it around her.

  “I love my presents, both of them.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. She held on to the ends of the quilt. “I don’t know about you,” he said. “But I’m hungry.”

  It was such a normal, mundane thing to say that it made her laugh. “I could use a little something myself. Let me get dressed—” She broke off when he shook his head.

  “No need to get dressed. We’re just going to get naked after and crawl in bed. That is if you’ll let me stay the night.”

  She nodded. “I’d like that.” She’d gotten used to sleeping with him over the past few weeks. It would be different tonight now that they’d made love. Better somehow. “Aren’t you going to put on some pants?” she asked.

  “I don’t mind, do you?”

  “I’d have to be crazy to mind.”

  A huge grin split his face. “Like what you see, do you?”

  She groaned. “You know you’re hot.”

  He laughed and pointed at one of the stools next to the counter. “Why don’t you sit there and admire the view while I get us something to eat?”