by Anya Nowlan
And she didn’t want to.
With the sheer insanity that was her life, he had quickly become her port in the storm. Why not give in to her hunger for him? This wasn’t the Middle Ages. Women didn’t get sent to monasteries to repent for the sin of premarital sex anymore. Her body was hers, and in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to share it with the man that made her feel like the sexiest woman in the world.
With her shirt already somewhere on the floor, Naomi broke their kiss to tug at Sawyer’s clothes. He gladly helped her, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Naomi stood in awe for a second, even hesitating before reaching out and pressing her palm against where his heart was.
Sawyer looked more like a marble statue of a Greek god, chiseled to perfection, cut in a way she was half-afraid she’d hurt herself on those six-pack abs of his. Shoulders broad and sinewy, waist narrow and rippling, Sawyer stood before her, looking down at her as if she were the perfect one, not him.
“Holy shit,” she muttered, clamping a hand over her mouth as soon as the words escaped her mouth.
Sawyer chuckled, shooting her a wicked grin.
“Not what you expected when you pictured me naked?” he teased.
“No, it’s not that…” Naomi trailed off, biting her lip.
“So you have pictured me naked?” he quirked a brow at her.
This was a whole new, devious side to Sawyer, and Naomi blushed and laughed at the same time.
“What’s this, interrogation tactics?” she replied, letting her hand trail down his stomach, down to his belt. “That’s not playing fair.”
“Who said anything about fair?” he countered, tracing a finger over the outline of her bra.
Before she could even say anything, he had dropped to his knees. Kissing around her navel, his fingers went to work on unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. Naomi leaned back against the counter, clutching onto its edge.
She gasped when Sawyer pulled her pants down with one swift yank, exposing her plain cotton panties. Maybe if she had known how her night was going to end, she would have run and changed before Sawyer started cooking her food.
But she didn’t think about that for too long, as her attention was entirely occupied by Sawyer, kissing and licking her inner thighs. Gently, she pushed her legs apart, as he glanced up at her with hazy eyes before sliding a finger down her slit through the fabric of her panties.
Naomi’s breath caught, her head tilting back, yet she couldn’t look away from Sawyer kneeling between her thighs. Slowly, he peeled off her panties, and she stepped out of them, one foot at a time.
Hands sliding up the length of her legs, Sawyer kissed around her pussy, making her writhe. Her lust had become a palpable force in the room, pushing her toward the quickest path to release, yet Sawyer took his time.
Teasing, he built up the tension inside her, until she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to let go of the edge of the counter, to bury her fingers in his hair, but she was afraid her knees would give out from under her.
When Sawyer spread her pussy open with one long lick, she shuddered, a wave of heat rushing over her back. She had to accept she no longer had any control of her reactions when she bucked her hips, grinding her pussy against his mouth with reckless abandon.
Nothing mattered but the pleasure Sawyer was showering her with. Ignoring her own whimpers, she listened to him growl and purr as he ate her pussy, vocal evidence of his need for her being just as strong as hers for him.
The urgent tension inside her curled and coiled, reaching to scratch an unreachable itch. Sawyer’s rough tongue laved against her sensitive clit, sending pleasure surging up her spine.
When he added his hands to the mix, easily sliding a finger into her wet pussy, she couldn’t contain the loud moan that escaped her lips. This man knew how to push all of her buttons. And she never wanted him to stop.
Twenty-Four
Sawyer
With the taste of Naomi on his tongue, Sawyer reveled in the way her pussy clenched around his fingers. He worked them in and out, slowly at first, picking up speed according to her growing moans.
Curling his finger inside her, he circled her clit with his tongue, inhaling her sweet scent. When she started to shake under his touch, he grabbed her hip with his free hand, holding her in place.
His cock already rock-hard in his pants, he let his lust for her drive him, focusing on her pleasure. He wanted to see her completely out of control, to know that he was the one making her moan and shiver.
When it was clear she could no longer stand on her own, Sawyer pulled away, trailing kisses up her stomach and chest while wrapping his arms around her waist. He lingered on her neck, kissing around her throbbing pulse while she rested her weight against him.
Once she gained her bearings somewhat, his fingers moved up her back, unclasping her bra. He slid the straps down her shoulders, feeling her soft, smooth skin beneath his fingertips.
As he removed the simple, black bra, he took a moment to appreciate her ample breasts, tipped with small, dark pink nipples. He bent down, kissing them in turn. Naomi buried her hands in his hair, raking her nails across his scalp, making his wolf roar inside him.
When her warm hands slid down his body, reaching for his belt, he couldn’t wait any longer. With a growl, he pulled off his belt and shucked his pants aside, standing in front of Naomi with his cock jutting away from his body.
Naomi leaned back, holding on to the edge of the counter as she let her gaze roll over him. With desire and admiration in her eyes, her lips red and face flushed, she looked like a goddess, a present for him to unwrap.
Lips slightly parted, she stepped closer, wrapping her fingers around his erection. Sawyer let out a sigh, his cock twitching under her touch. When her palm slid up and down his shaft, he rested his hand on her shoulder, his head thrown back.
Both the man and the wolf were completely under Naomi’s spell, the connection between them going way beyond the sexual. Leaning in, he kissed her again, rubbing his tongue against hers as she worked his cock with her hand.
Skin on skin, no clothes or walls or hesitation between them, Sawyer let the fire inside him consume them both. Sliding his hands down her sides, he stopped at her hips, gripping her tightly and lifting her up.
She yelped as he pushed her onto the counter, knocking over a glass in the process. Naomi let out a raspy laugh.
“You ruined my bookcase, I break your glassware with my ass,” she said.
“We’re on a roll, aren’t we,” Sawyer chuckled, resting his forehead against hers.
“No stopping now,” she replied, pulling him closer by wrapping her legs around him.
The counter was just the right height, the tip of his cock already pushed against her wet opening. In a moment of clarity, he pulled away for a second, reaching down into his pants pocket and pulling out his wallet.
It better still be there…
A condom was tucked in between two of the slots, like a reminder of times he had more in his life than his job and booze. Luckily for him, it hadn’t expired. Talk about embarrassing if it had.
He felt Naomi’s eyes on him as he sheathed himself. Her legs dangling in the air, her luscious body on full display, her thighs open for him, he could hardly believe this was real. To think, it had taken a gruesome murder to bring someone into his life that was on track to change it forever.
Stepping closer, he let Naomi wrap her legs around him again, while he palmed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Her whimpers and heavy breathing filled the room, breathing a new life into the usually silent walls.
Slowly, he pushed his way inside her waiting pussy. She squirmed, grabbing onto his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh. Breath hitching, she squeezed her thighs around him, pulling him inside.
Sinking into her pussy, he felt it stretch around his cock.
“Oh, god…” she moaned, her head falling back.
Kiss
ing his way along her jawline, Sawyer grabbed onto her hips, moving in slow strokes to give her time to adjust to him. Naomi felt like heaven around him, soft as velvet, her walls squeezing his cock tightly.
Kissing her neck, he can’t help but nibble and bite at the sensitive spots around her throat, his hips bumping against hers. Soon, they settled into a rhythm, her back arching every time he hit that sensitive spot inside her.
Grunting, Sawyer buried his head in the crook of her neck as he slammed into her, rougher than before. She reacted immediately, jerking and shivering around him. Nothing could have possibly felt better than that moment, him losing control while she was already barreling toward the point of no return.
The chemistry between them sizzled in the air, with Sawyer so wrapped up in their shared pleasure it felt like they were part of the same whole. Naomi’s pussy clenched around him, her muscles working his cock until his entire body pulsated with pure craving.
Sinking deep inside her pussy, he picked up the pace, bucking his hips. Naomi clung to him, the sounds coming from her unintelligible. Her hair clung to the sides of her face as their sweaty bodies slammed together, relentlessly hurtling toward climax.
Naomi rolled her body in time with his thrusts, her heels pressing against his lower back, urging him to lose control. With a growl, he pushed and pulled on her hips, every cell in his body lighting up.
A choked sound slipped past Naomi’s lips, her pussy milking him stronger than ever, and he knew she was riding the wave of orgasm. Taking his hands from her hips, he grabbed her face, watching her eyes roll back in her head.
Pressing his lips to hers, with final, wild thrusts, he let go. The pleasure that followed made his head spin, his climax shattering, enough to make him waver on his feet for a moment. They both clung to each other, him still inside her, panting as they stayed wrapped up in their own little bubble as long as they could.
As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Naomi rubbed her cheek against his, letting out soft sighs of contentment. They belonged to each other now, there was no doubt in Sawyer’s mind.
And whatever happened next, they would face it together.
Twenty-Five
Naomi
Naomi let Sawyer carry her to his bedroom and tuck her into his bed. He crawled in next to her, laying his head on the pillow so they were facing each other. Her body still hummed from the orgasm he had given her, the most powerful she had ever had.
She had no regrets about what had happened between them. It was what they both wanted, needed even. And she felt closer to him now than ever. This was no fling, and the way she felt about him was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
That should have been a scary thought. Her, with her commitment issues, feeling this way about someone she barely knew? She should have been downright terrified. Yet, all she could think about was how relieved she was that she hadn’t gotten stuck in her head and talked herself out of the night of her life.
“So… thanks for dinner,” she grinned, as the sun was slowly setting outside.
Sawyer chuckled, the sheets rustling as he moved his legs under the cool covers. The stubble on his face was getting darker, more pronounced, and his lips were red from all their kissing. All in all, she could safely say she thought him more handsome than ever.
And I have him all to myself.
“Any time,” he replied, propping his head up on his elbow. “Can I get you something? A glass of water?”
“No, I’m good. Trust me,” she said, giving him a lazy smile. “You can tell me something, though.”
“What?” he asked.
“Anything you feel like,” she shrugged. “Pull back the curtain on the mystery of Sawyer Blake, if you will,” she added with exaggerated flourish.
“All right,” he said, thinking about it for a moment. “I was born in Wyoming. That’s where we lived for most of my childhood. We moved around a bit when I was already in school, my mom getting restless with small town life. But Pinedale always drew my dad back in. And she wanted him to be happy.”
“Pinedale was where his pack was,” Naomi nodded.
“Right,” Sawyer confirmed. “But once I graduated high school, they relocated. Dad wanted to do things mom’s way, for once. So they moved to her hometown of Chicago, and I went to the police academy in New York. I craved the excitement, as hard as it was to say goodbye to everything and everyone I knew.”
“Small town wolf, ready to become a big city cop,” Naomi commented.
“Exactly,” Sawyer laughed. “Like I already told you – I loved it.”
He fell quiet at that, and for the hundredth time, Naomi couldn’t help but wonder – how had his story gone from there, that made him end up here in Tempe, no longer on the force?
“Your turn,” Sawyer said, derailing that train of thought.
“Not much to tell really,” she shrugged, earning a chiding look from him.
“That’s what you’re going with?” he arched a brow at her. “Orphan who has spent her life studying demons? That sounds like the plot of a movie.”
“A bad one,” she interjected.
“You don’t have to talk about your parents if you don’t want to. Tell me about that cat you wanted as a kid, or what your favorite subjects in school were. I don’t care,” he shrugged.
“You know, I think I do want to talk about them,” Naomi found herself saying. “I so rarely do. The memories are getting dusty up here,” she added, tapping a finger against her temple.
“I’m all ears. Tell me how they managed to raise a wonderful woman like you,” Sawyer said, nearly making her blush.
“They were both in academia,” she started, letting things come to her, piece by piece. “They met at a university lecture, getting into a heated debate afterward about some thing or the other. Mom was majoring in math, and dad in social studies, so how they ended up together in a philosophy class, I have no idea,” she chuckled, recalling the many times she had heard them tell the story of how they met.
“Ah, so being a nerd is in your blood,” Sawyer interjected.
“I guess you could say that,” she laughed. “They always pushed me to be my best, that was for sure. I can appreciate it now, but back then…”
“You were a stupid teenager, just like the rest of us,” he remarked.
Unexpectedly, Naomi found herself getting choked up. It had been years since she had gotten that affected by the memory of her parents. Maybe it was saying it all out loud that got to her. Yet, she didn’t feel awkward brushing a tear from the corner of her eye.
Sawyer wasn’t giving her pitying looks. He just lay there, waiting for her to go on. His hand found its way to hers under the sheets, and she gave it a quick squeeze.
“We had a fight that night,” she said. “Stupid stuff. My grades had been slipping a little. I wanted to hang out with my friends more. I slammed the door, sulked in my room… the whole nine yards. But I couldn’t sleep after that. Even then, I knew they just wanted the best for me. That’s when I heard a noise downstairs.”
Naomi could feel herself tensing up, but there was nothing she could do to relax. That rarely-shared memory pushed its way to the surface, wanting to be let out.
“I found my mom first,” she went on. “That’s when I saw the demon. My father woke up next. He came downstairs, tried to protect me… Neither of us could have known what we were really up against.”
Falling quiet, she let Verin’s words rush over her. Where is the snake? he had demanded to know. How many sleepless nights had she spent, trying to figure out what that could have meant? Her dad was a professor. The only time he had anything to do with snakes was when they went to the zoo.
Naomi shook her head. No, she had promised herself to not obsess over that again. Nothing good came of it.
“Anyway, I went to live with my aunt after that,” she carried on. “But that last fight still hung over me. So I did what I thought they would have wanted – I focused on my studies. I
buried myself in books. And I chose the path I thought would make them proud.”
“I’m sure they would be,” Sawyer said. “Even if you’d gone down a different road, all parents really want is for their child to be happy.”
“I just wanted to honor them, in the only way I knew how,” she shrugged.
Sawyer was right, of course. Aside from instilling her with the notion that a good education was important, her parents had always encouraged her to pursue her passions. From that phase when she was sure she wanted to be in a band, to reading all of her bad poetry, they had always been there to cheer her on.
She knew she had fixated on being what she thought they wanted her to be. All these years, had she shaped her life to be an apology for that last fight, where she never got the chance to say, I’m sorry?
“I’m probably a bad influence then,” Sawyer quietly joked. “They hardly sound like the kind of people to condone stealing from a university.”
Naomi had to laugh at that. And it felt okay to laugh. Telling Sawyer all she had, it was a relief. She didn’t want to hold things back from him. Yet, she was also painfully aware she was hiding a big part of that night from him – that the demon she saw back then was the same one hunting the statue in his safe.
She knew, sooner or later, she would have to tell the truth. The longer she waited, the more Sawyer would feel like she had deceived him. But this didn’t feel like the right time.
“Maybe you are a bad influence,” she agreed. “But hey. I’m not complaining.”
“Neither am I,” he replied, scooting closer to her to plant a kiss on her cheek.
With Naomi decidedly not sleepy, and Sawyer looking alert as ever, they continued on trading stories, hers mostly from her childhood and college, his from his time with the pack and on the job in New York.
Some stories were happy, some not, and before she knew it, the sun was starting to come back up. And she still hadn’t gotten up the nerve to ask the big question that had been weighing on her mind.
