Solstice Heat

by Leila Brown

  “Come up for air?” She wanted to be pissed, but the small movement to speak those four words took every ounce of concentration she had. Her body was on a tight wire. If she moved too fast or too far, she felt like she’d lose control.

  “The longer you deny the wolf inside you the satisfaction she needs, the longer it will take her to be satiated. The first heat usually lasts three to four days. But denying your wolf makes her stronger, and it may take double or triple the time—”

  “Triple?” She couldn’t imagine dealing with this for a week or more.

  “So do we start fighting again, or do we pick up where we left off?” He shifted, bringing the hardness of his erection against her hip. Her convulsions set off, and she closed her eyes as her body shook with the spasms. When they stopped, she lifted her eyes to his. There was only one answer.

  She bent and pressed her lips to his. The moment she touched him, it was as if they’d never stopped. His taste flooded her mouth, and she moaned at the way her body tightened and released with each breath.

  He broke the kiss and pulled in an audible breath. “I don’t think we’re going to make it to the bedroom before I taste you.”

  When she looked down at him, she saw his eyes. One blue, one gray. Then she felt it—longing she couldn’t describe. Just as much as he wanted to taste her, she had the uncontrollable need to taste him.

  He didn’t wait for her to agree. Instead he grabbed her around the waist, picked her up, and set her on the counter. She held on to his arms until she found her balance. She still had on her jeans. They itched and irritated her skin. She wanted to shuck them but didn’t know if he was going to let her down long enough.

  “Take off your pants.” His voice was gruff with an underlying command that sent a shiver down her spine.

  “Let me down—”

  “No. Do it right there.” He ran a finger just under the edge of her pants near the middle of her stomach. That tiny caress was her undoing. She unzipped her pants and pulled them down as far as they could go. Then she tilted her hips off the counter and pushed the material off her hips and down the top of her thighs. When she shifted backwards, she gasped at the cold stone pressed against her ass. He pulled the jeans down her legs and threw them on the floor, then grabbed her feet. At the first touch, she wanted to laugh and twist out of his grasp. But he wasn’t looking to tickle her. He spread her legs.

  He traced twin paths up her thighs, stopping on her pink cotton boy shorts. If she had known someone was going to be seeing her like this, she would have worn something super sexy.

  “You won’t need these.” He grabbed the thin pink fabric and ripped one side open, then the other. He pulled it from beneath her. He made a movement to throw her ruined panties over his shoulder, then stopped. She watched him pull the fabric to his nose and inhale—a chest-moving, deep breath. Her breath hitched. When people in the movies or on TV did that, she always thought it was disgusting. But knowing Jason was so turned on by her that he wanted to bask in her scent was definitely stimulating, not that she needed more. But she knew she would never forget that little possessive gesture.

  He massaged the juncture between her legs and pussy. The skin was so sensitive that each touch made her jump, then moan in pleasure as the tiny circles he was making warred with the twitching of her sex. He bent his head and kissed the very top of her mound.

  He dipped his tongue down her slit. The soft heat of his mouth as he teased her nether lips open made her shiver with anticipation. He licked up and down her slit, and stopped at her clit each time to tease the tiny, stiff bud.

  She clamped down on her bottom lip. The urge to purr roared through her. No, she didn’t want to purr. She wanted to open her mouth and scream, shout, roar with the pleasure of it.

  He pressed his tongue inside her, and she flew apart. The orgasm ripped through her. She clenched on his tongue. Riding his mouth until the blood rushing through her reset to a whisper of what it had been.

  “Oh God,” she uttered.

  He lifted his head. “You want more?”

  She wanted to tell him she wanted it all, but she couldn’t make her mouth form the words. The cool air on her wet flesh should have tamped down her ardor. But she was hot and getting hotter. “It’s starting again.” A surge of painful cramps started in her stomach just as one ripped through her sex.

  Her body was too tired to go through another cycle of this pain and pleasure. She pried her eyes open and saw him lifting up on one arm and pushing his shorts and underwear down one side, then the other.

  “Come here.” He held his arms out to her. She looked at his naked legs and swaying cock.

  “What about condoms?” She wasn’t stupid and had no intention of getting pregnant. She didn’t care how much pain she was in.

  “Condoms wouldn’t do you any good. You need me inside you in order to stop the heat for a while.” He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her up then settled her down on top of him. “Don’t fight me. One of your eyes is already blue. Your wolf is close to taking over.”

  She put her hands on his shoulders as he positioned her legs over the sides of the chair. The tip of his cock was positioned to surge right into her. If she just let go, gravity would press her down on him. In this chair, in this position, she would be in control. She could do this. She had to do this. She was going to do this.

  On her next breath, she lowered herself slowly. The tip of his penis glided through her wet flesh, and she caught her breath as it stretched her open. As she pulled up, she felt him slide out of her. His penis danced along the rim of her opening then slipped right back inside as she lowered himself onto him again. This time, more than just the head slid in.

  “You feel so good,” he muttered.

  She went to lift up again, but then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down on him. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and dug her nails into his shoulders. She sucked in a breath then clenched her pussy muscles down hard, then loosened for less than a second before she squeezed again. He pulled her close and moaned into her neck, then painted a circle on her with his tongue. He held her tight and continued to push her down until she felt the hairs around the base of his cock rubbing against her smooth skin.

  “Now. Ride me.” He lifted his hands and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and ripped it open. The polo had been brand-new. Now it was only good enough to be a rag.

  “Hey, I liked that shirt.”

  “I’ll buy you another one.” He grabbed her breasts and massaged the outer rims, moving toward the center until he reached her nipples. When his fingers flittered over that puckered flesh, he pinched her tiny little peaks and rolled them back and forth between his fingers.

  “Harder.”

  She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows.

  “Ride.” He pinched one nipple. “Me.” He tightened on the second one. “Harder.”

  Gio sucked in a breath as the pain in her nipples collided with the pleasure of being filled by him. She lifted herself off his cock, then slammed down on him so hard she heard the slap of her flesh on his. She continued to use her weight to pound against his flesh.

  “Harder.” He slapped her ass on the left side as she rode him. When she lifted, he slapped the other side. She clasped down on him as heat infused her ass. She was getting close to coming again. Hell. She had to make him come—doing that was a matter of pride. She ground her teeth and pushed back the feeling of being overwhelmed by pleasure.

  When she lifted off him again, she clenched as hard as she could. He sucked in a breath through his teeth. Music to her ears. But keeping her body tight on him when she slipped back down the length of him was like a double shot of pleasure. He pulled in another breath, then wrapped his hands around her hips. He held her in place while he thrust his hips up and down, pumping into her.

  She stayed tight until he slammed into her and broke through her resolve and kicked her straight into an orgasm. The air left her lungs in a whoosh
, and her body froze as pleasure seized every cell. Her toes curled as a frenzied fit of pleasure attacked her control. His arms clamped around her, and he opened his mouth. The sound that came out was more wolf than human.

  Then she felt it. His essence flowed into her, making the fire deep inside cool. It didn’t go out, but it did back off enough that she could think straight.

  She felt normal. A sudden thought hit her. Was it like a vaccine? Have sex, and you were instantly cured? She wasn’t that optimistic. “How long will it last?” she asked, trying not to sound as out of breath as she felt.

  “What?”

  “I don’t feel out of control anymore. How long will that last?” Her head wanted him to say the fire that had almost burned her to a crisp from the inside out was gone for good. But her body hadn’t come down off its orgasmic high yet, and a small part of her wanted more. Okay, maybe it wasn’t a small part of her.

  “I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve actually helped a human through a changing heat.” His breath was as strangled as hers. “Maybe fifteen minutes. Or up to thirty.”

  “Thirty would be nice. I want to lie down.” She tried to get off him.

  “No. If you stand up, my cum will leak out, and the heat will return. Takes a few minutes for your body to absorb it all.”

  “I don’t want to get pregnant.” She was going to say it had nothing to do with him, but that wasn’t true. He was a werewolf, or something close to it. Her life was hanging by a thread.

  Chapter Four

  “Only mated pairs can conceive.” He didn’t look up at her. Seeing the disgust on her face at the thought of having his child just might break him.

  “It’s not you. I just don’t know what’s going to happen to me. It would be unfair to add an innocent to the mix.”

  It made sense, but he didn’t know if he believed it. None of the many women of his pack would want to have kids with a father who was stuck in a chair for the rest of his life. He couldn’t teach them to hunt or run. As a wolf, he was useless.

  “Can I move now? My legs are cramping.”

  “Give me a sec.” He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as he grasped the wheels and rolled them out of the kitchen, down the hallway, and to his bedroom. The only difference between her and the women of his pack was that she needed him and didn’t know he wasn’t the best choice. For her, he was the only choice. And seeing as how she was most likely his last chance, he had no intentions of letting her go. He had less than a week to get her to start falling for him. And damn it, for the first time in his life, he was going to be selfish and tie her to him as best he could.

  “Go through that door, and you can take a quick shower. There isn’t enough time to soak in the tub. After the first time, the wolf won’t wait long for more. She’s going to get ugly,” Jason told her. Which wasn’t exactly true. She probably had twenty-five to thirty minutes, then it would slowly begin to build again. So she had almost an hour or more before it got bad.

  He helped her stand and smiled as her legs shook slightly. It was good to know he hadn’t lost his touch during his sexual hiatus. When she closed the door, he hurried out of the room and into the guest bathroom. The blood was pounding through his head as the cool water of the shower hit his hot skin. His wolf didn’t want to leave her. The wolf wanted to devour her. And if he were truthful, he’d admit the man did too.

  * * *

  Gio turned the lock and slumped on the hard wood of the floor. Why did the most intense sexual experience of her life have to be with a stranger? She should run. She should get the hell out of here as soon as possible, no matter what the consequences were. She should walk back out there and beg for more.

  No! Where the hell did that come from? True, he was a sexual god, but sex wasn’t everything. He was a freaking werewolf. He’d threatened to kill her. Images of him slapping her ass assaulted her mind as memories tingled down her skin. She swore she could feel the heat of his hands on her. Don’t forget he wanted to kill you.

  To be fair, that wasn’t exactly true. He’d said if he didn’t bite her and she didn’t turn, then he’d have to kill her. The way he’d said it was like he didn’t have an option. That was crazy. There was always an option. Wasn’t there?

  Desire pooled in her stomach. She pushed herself up. She had already spent too much time on the floor. In this case, there was only one option. Take what he was offering until she could figure a way out of this screwup.

  Gio slowly got up and walked over to the shower. That she stumbled only once was something she was proud of. With unsteady fingers, she turned the water on scalding hot and got in. As she washed the sweat and sex from her skin, she noticed the water didn’t burn like it should. Come the freak on! She loved hot showers; they helped her clear her mind and think outside the box.

  “Are you okay in there?” The voice startled her. Was he sitting out there waiting on her?

  “Yeah.” Why did this remind her of the awkward morning after? It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes. Would he want a repeat performance? She didn’t know anything about having sex with someone in a wheelchair. He’d seemed to enjoy it, but then again, it wasn’t like he would come out and say that was the worst sex of his life.

  Gio lifted her face to the water and smacked her cheeks. Snap out of it. She wasn’t some pathetic creature to wonder how good she was. If he hadn’t liked it, then that was his problem. She’d enjoyed herself, and she refused to be sorry for that fact. She refused.

  A tiny cramp tightened her gut. She quickly finished the shower and wrapped up in a towel. She opened the door and found him moving from the chair to the bed. He was naked. Gloriously, deliciously naked. Every defensive thought washed from her mind as images of tasting him like he’d tasted her drowned her reasoning.

  “Did Donovan bring in my bag?” She swallowed hard and moved to the other side of the room.

  “Why?” His eyes crinkled at the sides. He was trying not to smile at her and was failing miserably. She could see his amusement, and it pissed her off.

  “Because my underwear is in it,” she said through gritted teeth. He could go commando all he wanted, but she knew she needed some type of barrier between them. Not that it would make a difference, but if neither of them were wearing anything, she knew what would happen. And that would make what had happened earlier look like an appetizer.

  “Why? It’s not like you’re going to need them.” He turned on his side and looked at her.

  She tried not to notice how sexy he looked just lying there. It would be so easy to slip under those covers and pretend she was the type of woman who could sleep with a man without second thoughts. But she wasn’t. She was having second, third, and fourth thoughts.

  “Stop thinking so much and come to bed.” He patted the bedcovers.

  So easy. So damn easy. Too easy. Gio bit her bottom lip and swallowed hard.

  “Your wolf is all about sensations, and if you deny her, she will take over, and neither of us wants that.” His voice stroked up one side of her and down the other.

  She didn’t know if she believed him. But his constant talk about her wolf taking over was starting to make her a little paranoid. Why was he so adamant that she didn’t want her wolf to take over? “And why don’t we want that to happen?”

  He sat up, making the sheets fall to his waist. “You don’t understand. When our women go into heat, they need to be satisfied, or they’ll go into a wild lust that will take on a destructive edge. One female could fuck and turn many men before she could be put down.”

  “You make it sound like putting down a rabid dog or something.” Gio rubbed one arm. So essentially her choices were jump into bed with him and maybe live, or jump into bed with countless men before someone shot her dead. Some choice.

  “In essence, it’s the same thing. Except they would cause an epidemic. Our men don’t go into heat like the women, so we would add even more unmated men to the pack, which would make it harder for everyone to find ma
tes. Men would start turning humans, and the cycle would become a spiral, until the entire pack had to be wiped out.”

  She was sorry she’d asked. So which was it to be? Gio closed her eyes and gave up the fight. Better the wolf she knew. With that one little choice, everything suddenly seemed so easy and impossible at the same time. All she had to do was walk about six steps to the bed. But then again, she had to walk those six steps to a man who knew what they were about to do.

  Taking a deep breath, she dropped her towel and took a step. Her hands itched to cover her slightly protruding stomach or her breasts, which felt like double Es. But she wouldn’t. If he wanted her, he needed to want all of her, not just the warm and toasty parts. She put her left foot in front of her right and took a step, then another. If she were really brave, she would look him directly in the eyes instead of just past him.