Forbidden Temptation

by Teresa Gabelman

  “That’s impossible.” He was glad his voice wasn’t a roar and sounded calm to him.

  “He doesn’t think so.” She frowned.

  “I don’t give a fu—” Dell stopped himself and grunted before continuing. “I don’t care what he said. Do you have feelings for him?” When she looked like she wanted to smack him, he had his answer.

  “Absolutely not!” This time she growled. “And I know he’s not my mate, not by a long shot.”

  “Glad you feel that way.” He smirked, then decided what the hell and threw out his next question. This was going to be settled tonight, one way or another. “Do you have feelings for me?”

  She wrapped her arms around her stomach before looking toward the ground. “Yes,” she whispered.

  This time his sigh was one of relief. If she would have said no, he probably would have torn this small house apart. “Good.” He grunted.

  “Good?” she asked, still looking down.

  He was going to break her of that habit. “Yeah, good.” He lifted her face up toward his. “Look at me when you talk, never look away. You are much stronger than that.”

  “Why now?” She ignored his scolding.

  Her question was sincere; he heard it in her voice, but he really didn’t have an answer for her. Why now? Actually, he did have the answer, but one only an alpha male would understand. Someone was wanting to touch, possess what was his, and he wasn’t going to ever let that happen. Instead of speaking his mind, his lip curled into a half grin. “Because I was a dumbass.” He loved watching her expression. He knew she tried hard to hide her emotions, but he felt each one. “The first time I saw you sitting on the log, hurt, I wanted to kill something. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, but I wanted to make damn sure I had my shit together before making it official.”

  “And now that you have your ‘shit’ together it’s a done deal?” Her eyebrow cocked, a small grin formed on her lips as if agreeing with him. She laughed when he shrugged. Her laugh was like the sound of everything good in the world. He wasn’t really a funny guy, but he’d hire fucking Hunter to make her laugh if he couldn’t. Okay, maybe that was going too far. Hunter was an asshole, and Dell would probably end up killing him, so that wasn’t a good idea.

  Her laugh faded, and the look of unease settled back on her face. “I don’t know, Dell. I’m already bringing trouble here and if—”

  Dell rubbed his thumb against her lips. “Let me worry about that,” he said, as they stared at each other. “I’m going to kiss you now. I’m not asking permission, just warning you.”

  She chuckled again, but then her eyes flared with exactly what he wanted, exactly what he was feeling. A need so strong neither one of them would have been able to deny it for much longer.

  ******

  The only thought on her mind at the moment was, Holy shit, Dell Farris is about to kiss me. What if he changed his mind? Could she handle the disappointment? Was this really happening? As soon as his mouth touched hers and their tongues met, she had her answer. This was really happening and, oh my God, he could kiss.

  She didn’t know when or how her arms wrapped around his neck, or when or how her legs crawled up his body to clutch onto him, but they sure did. And she didn’t think she could physically let go if her life depended on it.

  Yes, this was heaven. One strong hand cupped her ass, holding her up and close while the other tangled in her hair. Their lips broke apart, his sliding across her chin and down her neck as her own lips searched for any skin she could find. He smelled strong. Was that even a smell? But his woodsy male scent made her feel protected, and it felt so good, as did his lips against her skin.

  Gently, he used her hair to pull her head back so he could look into her eyes. “If you don’t want this—”

  “I think that’s obvious.” She interrupted him as she looked down at herself wrapped around his body. “The question is, do you want this? I come with baggage.”

  His growl and the deepening kiss answered that question. He walked with expert ease until they were in her bedroom. They stood by the bed enjoying each other, in no hurry whatsoever. Roslyn had always wondered how she would feel if another man touched her, but all she wanted Dell to do was touch her more. The relief at that fact was liberating in so many ways it made her head spin. Cylus hadn’t ruined her, which was her worst fear. She always dreamed one day she would escape his brutality and hopefully live a normal life.

  She wondered if she had been brainwashed in some capacity, because she truly had started to believe that she was his mate. She had nothing to really go by to know what that meant until she’d joined the pack. She had always heard it was a feeling for another so strong that it would knock you off your feet. Well, her feelings of hatred for Cylus were that strong, and he had literally knocked her off her feet, so after a while, she’d caved and played along. Seriously, what choice had she had? All her attempts at escaping Cylus and his pack had been stopped because he had her watched like a hawk, along with a few other women who were treated poorly, by not only him, but others in the pack as well. Roslyn had been lucky in that aspect. Cylus had taken such a liking to her that she was known as his property. The one good thing and one thing only that Carl had ever done for her was get her out of that hellhole. He actually hadn’t done it for her but had wanted to get back at Cylus. She had been his pawn, who he used at his will. Yeah, she didn’t miss her stepbrother.

  Roslyn wasn’t that naïve, but then again, she was. No one in her life had looked out for her. Only her father, who wasn’t a touchy-feely kind of guy, watched out for her. Everyone else had just used her, her mother included. When Jasper, Carl’s father, walked in, killed her father for no reason other than he wanted her mother and her mother had not shed one tear for her father, that was the end of any dreams of a mother/daughter relationship. Not that they were even close before that. Her mother had actually become more of a mother to Carl—the bastard—than her.

  “Hey!” Dell’s voice broke through her thoughts. When she just stared at him, his eyes narrowed as if he knew what she was thinking. “As of this moment, I will erase all bad from your past.”

  Her eyes burned, but she held the tears at bay. “You have your work cut out for you,” she teased, yet no truer words were spoken by her.

  He slid her off his body, then pulled his shirt off, dropping it on the floor. Her eyes roamed the hardness before her. Her fingers, hands, and tongue, yes even her tongue burned to touch what her eyes soaked in. Her eyes met his as he watched her taking her fill, and he seemed pleased that she liked what she saw. Who in the hell wouldn’t? He was almost perfect, except for a few scars, but that only made him look more handsome.

  With a swift movement, she pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it on his, then unhooked her bra from the front, dropping it at her feet. Her mind whirled, not sure if she wanted to vomit, while praying his tongue burned because he liked what he saw. Though she also wanted to run from the room screaming in panicked embarrassment. Slowly, her eyes rose to his. Roslyn’s relief was instant when his eyes scanned her body, his breathing becoming faster, matching her own.

  Dell reached out, his knuckles skimming her stomach, making her suck in at his touch, an automatic reaction. His fingers ran along the waist of her jeans, his eyes never leaving hers. She couldn’t have looked away even if a swarm of naked clowns danced into the room. She had no idea where that thought came from, but a grin filled with happy anticipation curved her lips.

  With one hand, he unsnapped her jeans and maneuvered his hand, working from the front to the back of her jeans in a slow, sexy play of moving them down over her hips. His other hand hung at her side. He nudged her closer so her cheek was barely touching his lower chest. Once her jeans were at her knees, they fell around her feet. Without underwear, she felt brazen and free and had never been more relieved that she’d not yet had time to replace them from the many pairs she’d lost from shifting.

  As his hand ran down her bare ass, she
took that moment to work on his jeans. Her eyes lowered to watch her fingers and widened at the bulge that was making stripping him of his denim so difficult. Holy shit, was everything on this man big? Suddenly, she was anxious to see… it. The it she couldn’t wait to get her hands on.

  She didn’t have the skills that Dell had in removing jeans, which made her wonder how many pairs he’d removed in the past. Jealousy was a new emotion to her, and she didn’t like it. Her wolf snarled, and she even thought she heard herself snarl under her breath at the thought of him touching another woman. Was this what he meant by strong feelings, because they were so different than what she’d had with… the asshole. She had always felt relieved and jumping for joy inside when he’d taken other women in front of her.

  Finally, Dell’s jeans dropped, and she went instantly brain dead. Wow. It was the only thought she could manage. Just, wow and maybe another holy shit. He was big, but… it… was very nice looking. It was actually pretty. Okay, maybe pretty didn’t fit with Dell’s dick, but that was the only word she had.

  As if forgetting the man attached, she grasped… it… loving the silky strength. She could feel every vein, and when she slowly looked up at him, she saw the veins standing out on his neck. He was enjoying her touch, and that feeling of power over this man made her knees wobble. More than anything, she wanted to please him, and she knew one way she could do that, which she was good at. Asshole made sure of that.

  On a mission, she didn’t even have to kneel as she bent over, taking him into her mouth. The moan mixed with a ravaged growl was music to her ears.

  Chapter 11

  The battle raging within him was epic. Should he stop her? Fuck no, which was his dick talking, but he knew if he wanted this to last, he needed to stop her. How fucking lucky was he to find a mate whose pretty little mouth could make him want to crawl out of his skin, and in the best of ways? A sudden thought slammed into his happy moment, his eyes narrowing down at her blonde head bobbing up and down on his shaft. Who the fuck taught her how to pleasure a man with her mouth? That was his fucking job.

  His emotions, which he always had under control, were all over the place, and he didn’t like that. Dell was always in control, but this female had shot that all to hell. His large hand rested on the back of her head, and he wondered if he was fucking crazy for even thinking of stopping her. Her mouth and tongue were heaven. He’d had women suck his cock before, but never with Roslyn’s confidence and expertise. He sensed her desire to please him, and that alone almost put him over the edge. Anger still burned inside him, though, knowing she had done this before; someone had taught her this skill, and it wasn’t him.

  He pulled her off his cock. Her eyes lifted to his as she licked her lips. “You like the taste of my cock?” She nodded, taking his dick in her small hand and began jerking him off. He let her for just a few minutes, because it felt so fucking good, and he was enjoying watching her tits bounce as she did it.

  Shifters were sexual creatures; they loved and craved sex. Sometimes it could get a little rough, and with her being so small, he had to make sure he kept control. His eyes roamed down her body, realizing that was going to be hard to do because he and his wolf wanted her with a passion that made his body vibrate. He was a happy motherfucker because it looked like his mate wasn’t shy and liked sex. He didn’t know exactly what had happened to her, that part of the story was still to come, but he did know she was experienced.

  He grinned as she watched herself jerking him off. Her other hand went to his balls where she rolled and squeezed them. She was so focused he didn’t think she realized she was moaning with each jerk of her hand. Yeah, she was definitely experienced. Once again, his emotions were mixed. He wanted to kill every motherfucker who’d touched her, but whatever her past involved, she wasn’t afraid of sex, and that made his heart soar. As his mate, she was going to be very busy in the bedroom, in the woods, and anywhere else he wanted to fuck her.

  “My turn,” he finally said, but she continued, then bent down to take him in her mouth again, but he stopped her. “No, it’s my turn.”

  She rose with a pretty pout on her lips. He almost caved, letting her have her way. But he knew he only had so much control. Lifting her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her bare, swollen pussy resting on his stomach. He had her high enough that her plump tits were in his face. For a small woman, she had nice tits, and he was definitely pleased. Taking one in his mouth, he rolled her nipple with his tongue then bit down with enough force that she screamed in pleasure. There was nothing like hearing your lover scream with need, one only he could satisfy.

  He went for the other, but stopped, seeing her fingers pulling and pinching at her own nipple. His dick jerked, and he groaned as he watched, thankful as fuck that whatever she had endured had not tamed or shamed her about her sexuality. She was just as wild as a shifter woman should be, and he couldn’t be more pleased. Once he stopped and just watched, she grabbed her other breast and began working them as she leaned back to watch him watch her. Dell had never seen anything sexier, and he cursed himself for waiting so long in taking her. Since she had arrived in their pack he hadn’t had sex with anyone, other than his hand. He had jacked off more in these past months than he ever had in his randy youth.

  “Do you like touching yourself?” His voice was low and deep.

  “I like you touching me more.” Her voice was raspy, as if she had just woken up, but her eyes and body were wide awake. “But yeah, I love touching myself… everywhere, especially when I’m thinking about you.” She pushed her tits together, then leaned her head back and moaned when he moved her lower body up and down, his muscled stomach causing sweet friction against her swollen pussy.

  “And here all this time I thought you were shy.” Dell chuckled, as he looked down at their bodies while pushing her to the brink with just his stomach. She became very still, other than him working her up and down. He glanced up and saw the look on her face. “What?”

  “Are you okay with that?” Her embarrassment and even fear were so evident that he was a little speechless. “I know I shouldn’t… I mean, I’ve tried to not like it, and with him, I didn’t, so I would usually just close my eyes and make believe it was someone… anyone else. I’m sorry.”

  He watched as she deflated in front of his eyes, her head hung in shame. Fuck, he was a total asshole. “I thought I told you never to look down. You always look up, never down in shame.”

  “But….” Her head lifted, eyes filled with confusion.

  “You like to fuck, you enjoy sucking cock, which will only be my cock from now on, by the way, and you are damn good at it. You like watching yourself jerk off a cock, you like touching those beautiful tits, and I bet you finger fuck yourself too.” Dell cocked his eyebrow at her, really wanting to know the answer to that, but figured he better wait and find out later. “I don’t fucking care. I do care that I wasn’t the one to show you those pleasures, but that’s my problem, not yours. I do care that someone hurt you and made you do those things with them instead of you choosing who you shared yourself with. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” She nodded, desire flaring once again in her eyes. So she liked dirty talk, that was something he could give her with no problem.

  “I knew the chances of my mate being a virgin was slim to none, if I ever found her. I’ve had sex, plenty of it, but one thing I can guarantee you is that they were all forgotten once those sweet lips of yours wrapped around my dick.” He winked and smirked. “And I’m going to make damn sure you forget any male who has ever touched you.”

  “Already forgotten.” She smiled and touched his cheek with her hand. “And I’m not really shy, but I guess with you, I was.”

  “Well, get over it, because the shit we’re going to be doing… shyness has no place.” Dell reached out, groping her tit. “But if there is anything you’re not comfortable with, you need to tell me right away, but right now, I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. I want to watch those bea
utiful tits bouncing.” The flare of her eyes double assured him she liked his dirty words.

  She stared at him for a long time before taking his face in her hands and kissing him, her tongue slowly sparring with his. “I’m yours to do as you please, Dell,” she said when she pulled away, her legs still wrapped around him. “I trust you to only bring me pleasure.”

  The word trust sent all his emotions into his heart, which was about to explode out of his chest. He was almost speechless, but no, he did have one thing to say. “Thank you.” He bowed his head, his forehead touching her chest.

  “You’re welcome, but I’m the one who should be thanking you.” She kissed the top of his head. “Now can you please fuck me like you keep promising, and please don’t ever stop talking dirty. I really like it.”

  “I knew it!” He looked up wide-eyed, then gave her a sexy grin as he headed toward the bed. He fucking knew she liked it. It always made his dick harder when he talked in real terms about how he was going to fuck someone, taste someone. He looked down at Roslyn, who now lay on the bed. She stared up at him, then down at his dick. He realized his hand was full of cock and he was going to town. Glancing up, she was watching so intently, her breathing coming fast and shallow. Holy fuck, he’d hit the jackpot. She wanted dirty talk; he’d give her dirty. “You like watching me jerk off?” His voice was firm and alpha-like, but he couldn’t wipe the fucking smile off his face.

  ******

  Roslyn had never felt like this before. Her body was on fire, her mind whirled, and her pussy throbbed almost painfully. Watching Dell stand above her looking at her body as he took his large cock in his hand, pumping up and down, was such a turn-on she was ready to scream. She’d always thought she was a freak because she liked sex. She was a normal girl, other than being a shifter, but her sexuality was strong and present. She was surprised with Dell. She really was, but not because he wanted sex. He was usually so quiet, yet he talked intently, explicitly about what he wanted and was so open with his actions and words that it had taken her back a little.