Very little light came through the kitchen windows. But even in the darkness he could see how seductive she was. Letting go of her hand, he gripped her hips, guiding her over him. She straddled him, the rich scent of her pussy an aphrodisiac to his already tortured senses. Smooth and sweet, he couldn’t take his eyes off her pussy. Her shaven lips parted when she stretched her legs to settle on his lap. He swore he could feel the heat of her cunt before she even touched him.
“Adam…I…” She whispered his name, while he held her hips, pulling her cunt closer to his cock.
“I want you, too.” He adjusted her so she pressed against his cockhead, the heat from her burning him alive. “Dear God, baby.” He wanted to watch, but the moisture clinging to her wrapped around his cock, sucking him in. Closing his eyes, it was all he could do to keep himself upright so that he could fuck her. She glided on to him like a tight glove, made just for him.
“Oh damn.” She cried out, grabbing his shoulders.
He had to see her. She lowered herself onto his cock, taking over, moving slowly. When he opened his eyes, it was a struggle through blurred vision to focus on her. Long blonde strands draped around her face while she looked down. Her expression was serious, intent on her movement. That adorable mouth of hers puckered into a circle.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my cock.” He wanted so badly to take over, slam himself deep inside her heat.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her leg muscles strained against his outer thighs, while she moved slowly and deliberately, gliding her pussy up and down over his cock.
“I will, but only if we do it my way.” She shot him a quick look, her blue orbs on fire.
He saw the defiance in her expression, with a slight raise of her eyebrow. Her body shook when she lowered herself over his shaft, burying him deep inside her heat with painful slowness.
“Fuck me however you like.” He reached for her breasts, squeezing them gently, enjoying how she shivered once she had him deep inside her.
She might be trying to torture him for some reason, but she wasn’t unaffected by it. He ran his thumbs over the tender plumpness of her breasts, adoring the softness, while he watched her face flush with desire.
“Oh I will, wolf man.” She wanted to sound cocky, but he could see how she fought to keep control.
She raised herself off of him. Her moistness clung to his cock. The heat from her pussy rushed through him. It was so hard not to force her right back down on him. He could feel her body shake. She let her head fall back, arching into him while she lifted off of him.
“Shit. Oh. Shit.” The muscles inside her clamped around the head of his cock and she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.
“That’s it, darlin’; soak my cock.” She was making him crazy. If he held still a moment longer he was sure every blood vessel inside him would explode.
He squeezed her breasts, her nipples puckering eagerly in front of him. Taking one of them into his mouth, he nibbled on it, rolling the nub with his tongue.
“Yes. Do that.” She lowered herself onto his cock, once again flooding him with her heat.
He sucked harder, gripping her breasts so he wouldn’t grab her hips and force her down on him.
“That is so good.” She began moving faster, finally.
He moved to her other breast, his tongue lavishing her nipple, sucking it into his mouth like a starving babe. She reached for his hair, almost pulling it out by the roots. Unable to stop himself, he ground his hips upwards, driving his cock further into her moist heat.
“Damnit,” she gasped, almost collapsing into him.
He held her to him, her heart pounding between her breasts, the vibration pulsating through him. He moved in and out of her again, realizing she held herself above him far enough to ease his ability to move. He smiled against her breast. She had surrendered to him. He drove into her harder, her body jerking against him.
“Explode on me, Trudy.” He spoke with her nipple still in his mouth, intentionally teasing it with his teeth. “I want to feel your cum trickle down my balls.”
She dropped her head over his, her breath scorching his scalp, turning his brain to mush. She would make him come no matter how hard he fought it. And he wanted her climax, needed to feel her contract around him. Her surrender would mean her compliance, her trust. And he needed that right now more than anything. Without it, he would never be able to protect her.
He didn’t expect her to jump off of him. And she moved too fast for him to stop her. Reaching for her, it took a minute for his muddled senses to realize she’d knelt between his legs. Her slender fingers wrapped around the shaft of his cock, using her cum that soaked it as a natural lubricant. She stroked him, moving up and down while she licked her lips.
“You’re going to come now.” She shot a look at him, torturing him with her calm expression. Never had he seen such beauty wrapped around so much spunk.
Thoughts rattled through his brain. If he came, he wanted to see his white cream dripping off her breasts, or maybe splattered over her mouth. But the way she stroked him, teasing and egging him on at the same time, made it real hard to decide.
All he could do was watch when she lowered her face over him, her blonde hair falling around his dick like a silken cloak. The heat of her mouth consumed him, her moist tongue wrapping around his cock.
“Shit. Darlin’, that is so good.” Grabbing her hair, he pushed her down on his cock.
Instead of protesting, she sucked him in, her mouth tightening around him, bathing him with moist heat. She began stroking him with her lips, moving up and down while her tongue batted at him.
Pressure built inside him, his muscles hardening. She would suck the life out of him if he didn’t stop her. But he had no desire at all to make her quit what she was doing.
“I’m going to come.” He gritted his teeth, feeling the hot semen release into her mouth.
She swallowed, her mouth constricting around him. And when she pulled her mouth back from him, he had no strength to hold her in place.
Chapter Fifteen
Trudy fell back on her haunches, the salty taste of his cum lingering in her mouth. His thick cream covered her lower lip and part of her chin. She could feel it. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she stared up at Adam.
“What is it about you?” Everything about him baffled her.
The last thing she had wanted to do was fuck him. Okay. That was a lie. It was the first thing she’d wanted to do. But she’d promised herself that she wouldn’t. All Adam Knight had to do was beckon with an outstretched hand and she’d gone to him, her every care thrown to the wind.
Adam looked down at her, an overly content grin on his face. “If you want more, come here.” He grabbed his still-hard cock. “I know you haven’t come yet.”
She wanted to slap him, beat some sense into him, somehow take that smug look off his face. Or at least release the frustrated energy quickly building in her over her own stupidity.
“No. I don’t want to come here.” She stood up, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “You disappear for a week, without a word, and then prance back into my life like you never left.”
Her pussy throbbed, and for some reason getting angry with him made her want to climb right back on to that waiting cock of his and ride out her orgasm. She shoved her desires away, knowing that giving in to him would only allow him to continue to use her like this. And she wouldn’t be able to handle him waltzing in and out of her life without notice.
“I missed you, too.” He stood, towering over her in the dark kitchen. “But I can’t always say when I will leave or when I will return.”
Those carnal good looks of his could make her forget her name if she wasn’t careful. Focusing on her anger, knowing she was in the right here, she turned away from him. He would seduce her all over again and she wouldn’t be any man’s whore.
“Like hell you missed me.” All she knew about his house was the way back to the front door. S
he walked in that direction. “The first I see you in a week and you are out running with another bitch.”
“And what were you doing out running alone when you know you shouldn’t have been?”
She’d needed time alone. Spending every minute with the sensual Margo had taken its toll. Those few moments in her room when Margo had tried to seduce her had left her so worked up her body had been on pins and needles. More than anything she had wanted to see Adam, for him to touch her, and yes…fuck her. And she had hated herself for being so weak.
Seeing him running with another bitch should have proved to her that he had no real feelings for her. He probably knew he would get a piece of tail that night. Since Trudy had run the other woman off, he’d fucked her instead. And she had let him do it.
She waved her hand in the air, brushing off his comment, not sure who she was more disgusted with—him or herself.
“You got what you wanted.” She headed for the door. It would be safe to head back to her room by now. And she needed to get out of here.
A powerful hand hit the wooden door just above her head before she could turn the door handle.
“Where in the hell do you think you are going?” His harsh whisper gave her chills.
She ducked out from under him.
Any other time, she would have enjoyed exploring the simple living area, the natural wood furniture, old and comfortable looking. The large fireplace standing empty, giving indication he hadn’t been here in a while. More than likely it had the ability to heat most of the open room. She could learn so much about Adam if she took time to explore his home, focus on the details, see who hung in the pictures scattered along the far wall. But learning about his den would only make her want him more. She wasn’t stupid. Adam Knight was a womanizer, and somehow she needed to learn to tell him no.
Chasing off any other female he chooses to run with is not the way to tell him no.
“I hardly plan on staying here.” She crossed her arms over her breasts, wishing she had some clothes to put on. At least outside she could return to her fur. “If I leave now, maybe your other woman can show up and you can fuck her too.”
“I’m sure she will show up here sooner or later.” He wasn’t going to even try to deny that there were other women.
She had no clue how to handle a man like this. You are out of your league, girl.
Her jealousy clung in the air around her, and she knew he could smell it. But still she shrugged, trying her best not to care that he saw other women. Her heart clamped into a painful ball, while a lump formed in her throat. She did care, and she hated herself for letting another man hurt her.
“Then I’ll just get out of your hair.” Her mouth was dry, making her voice scratchy. But she would be damned if he would see her cry.
He moved away from the door, slowly approaching her with a predator’s glint in those penetrating green eyes. She swallowed, hardly able to do so, and focused on the door. There was no way she could move fast enough to get around him without him stopping her.
“Raven will show up here because she is my assistant.” He reached for her and she stepped back quickly. But there was nowhere to go. He grabbed her before she could escape, yanking the side of her head, pulling her hair so she was forced to look up at him. “The Bureau assigned her to me a couple of months ago to help with this case. She had caught up with me shortly before you did. I wasn’t running with her. She was following me here so we could work.”
“Oh.” The lump in her throat dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. When his lips pursed into the making of a smile, she worried she might start to cry. “That’s not how it appeared.”
“I realize that.” He pulled her closer, the heat and power coming from his massive frame making it hard for her to think clearly. His fingers tangled further through her hair. She had to let her head fall back to keep his tugging from hurting. “And I realize that you were willing to challenge her for the right to run with me.”
Uh-oh. He had to notice that one small detail.
“Animal instinct runs strong. I overreacted.” Her excuse sounded lame even to her.
“I don’t think so.” His other hand moved to the lower part of her back, the heat of his touch melting through her.
She couldn’t catch her breath. And every time she inhaled, her breasts brushed against the coarse hair on his chest. He pressed her to him, spreading his fingers over her back. Unable to look away, she did her best to inhale before his mouth descended on hers.
His kiss made her knees go weak. It had to be because she was still aroused from riding him. He parted her lips with his tongue and let her taste his heat, his carnal need for her.
She should be terrified. And maybe she was. Shivers raced through her. This werewolf guided pack leaders, had more power than anyone she had ever known, and would not take no for an answer. But excitement pooled deep inside her, turning to fiery heat while her pussy throbbed, aching for his attention.
He tore his mouth from hers, leaving her struggling to breathe. She realized she hung on him, leaning hard against his solid frame so she wouldn’t fall over. As strong as he was, with all the raw power he possessed, he would want a strong lover.
She tried to straighten, stand on her own two feet, but he tightened his grip on her, pinning her to him.
“I think you left your pack searching for something…someone.” He trailed moist kisses to her neck. “And you think that someone might be me.”
Damn his arrogance. He nibbled on the tender spot just to the side of her collarbone and she thought her insides might turn to Jell-o.
“You are mighty sure of yourself.” And it wasn’t right that characteristic in him turned her on so much.
“Uh-huh.” He gripped her rear end, pressing her against his still hard cock. “You never told me why you were out running by yourself when you shouldn’t have been.”
“I…uh…” She’d been out looking for him, but she would be damned if he would know that.
“There are humans on a rampage, with inside knowledge on how to locate werewolves.” He quit kissing her and gripped her arms.
Instantly she wanted his muscular heat pressing against her again.
“Humans can’t catch me.”
“Can you outrun a bullet?” His expression grew serious, the darkness in the room shadowing his features. “If they injure you, they can catch you.”
Humans had been the last thing on her mind. She’d heard Adam was in town while running around with Margo, talking to pack members. The first chance she had, she’d made an excuse to leave the queen bitch’s side, and had taken off looking for him.
“I don’t scare that easily.” She remembered seeing the humans running through the woods like a pack of fools with their rifles. She’d turned tail and run straight back to Adam. Well that was because there was power in numbers.
He ran his thumbs up and down her arms, giving her chills although she was hardly cold. If anything, it seemed a bit warm in his house.
“There is a difference between being scared, and being sensible when you detect danger.”
He was right and she knew it. But it seemed so submissive to concede to him. She pulled out of his grasp, crossing her arms. His gaze dropped to the swell of her breast, but immediately returned to her face. The man wouldn’t be sidetracked.
“If you think for a moment that I am not sensible, then you can forget about touching me ever again.” Muscles rippled in his chest. He, too, crossed his arms, his lips pursing as if he weren’t accustomed to anyone taking this tone with him. Well he would see she wouldn’t roll over for him. “I was very aware of the pending attack by the humans, but…”
She’d almost said that she wanted to be with him. The second John had told her and Margo of the danger, all of her thoughts had gone to Adam. It was more than how he fucked her. But if she told him that, she would open herself up to him. She didn’t know if she could allow herself to be that vulnerable yet. This werewolf ran without a pack,
lived in exile. He didn’t answer to anyone. Would she be able to get him to answer to her?
She stuck her chin out. “But I’d heard there were some members of the pack running outside of town. I’m faster than American werewolves and so went to see if I could find them.”
Those damned green eyes burrowed into her. She thought she noticed a muscle twitch just along his jawbone. But she held her ground, not daring to look away. More than anything, she wouldn’t let him smell the lie she’d just told.
“I see.” His lips barely moved. Nor did any of the other muscles in his body when he moved closer, closing in the space between them. He seemed to grow in size in front of her. “If you ever lie to me again, I will bend you over my knee and spank that adorable ass of yours until it’s pink.”
Heat rushed through her at the suggestion, her pussy swelling in spite of her efforts to appear put out by his threat.
“You lay a hand on me, Adam Knight, and you will have a fight on your hands.” She put her hands on her hips, seeing she needed to put him in his place instead of buckling to his accusations.
Without hesitating, he cupped her breast, those long fingers slowly stroking her skin. “You won’t stop me from touching you.”
She smacked his hand away, not even thinking, which maybe she should have. One eyebrow rose while his green eyes seemed to glow in the dark. His jaw moved, as if he ground his teeth, or they were growing.
Werewolves are taught not to change in the house at the same age they are potty trained. Allowing the change in someone else’s home would be unheard of. But the menacing look on Adam’s face let her know she better move quickly, or surrender.
Surrendering was not in her nature.
“I will not be bullied by any werewolf.” Memories of Matthew, her deceased mate, coercing her into doing what he wanted flooded through her with a bile taste.
She hadn’t given him a thought since she’d arrived in Fargo. The fact that he came to mind now, by Adam trying to manipulate her actions, pissed her off.
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