The Cougar and the Wolf

by Mina Carter

  Growls and snarls rumbled in the back of his throat as he drove her closer and closer to climax. Even though they’d only spent one night together, he knew her. Had charted her reactions. Knew the sexy little sounds she made as she drew closer to the edge, and the way her hips rocked as pleasure built up in her body.

  “Oh God, Kyle…” Her hands twisted in the sheets, providing an anchor as he dragged the flat of his tongue over her clit again, using the rougher movement to drive her out of her mind. “Oh…I’m gonna…go—”

  “No, you’re not.” His order was hard and absolute as he pulled away, the tiny scrap of lace that made up the thongs tearing like paper before he easily flipped her over onto her hands and knees in front of him. “You don’t come until I say, Red.”

  She stiffened, and for a heartbeat he thought that was it. That he’d pushed it too far and that she would turn around and tell him where he and his domineering ass could get off.

  “Is that so, sir?” she asked, a teasing little emphasis on the last word as she parted her thighs wider. The sight of her fingers sliding between the slick, swollen lips and the sexy little look that she threw over her shoulder blew away what was left of his self-control.

  With a snarl, he was on her, covering her curvy little body with his larger one, bracketing her in a cage of warm, solid limbs. Not wasting the time to take his jeans off, he just ripped at the fly, finishing what she’d started and freeing himself fully. His cock sprang free, rampant and ready for action. Wrapping a hand around the shaft, he slid the broad purple-flushed head against her. Down and back up, lubricating the tip in the hot slickness he found there before rubbing it against her clit. Her soft moan was as much reward as the sudden rush of liquid heat from her pussy.

  “Perfect. Good girl,” he murmured encouragement as she arched back against him. Triumph rolled through his veins. She was right where he wanted her to be. Right where they both needed her to be.

  Adjusting his position behind her, he smoothed his free hand over the perfect globes of her ass and fit himself against the entrance to her pussy. With a groan, he sank into her, feeling the delicate tissues of her feminine channel part and give away to the determined invasion of his cock.

  Clenching his eyes shut, he pressed on, always deeper as her cunt clenched around him in a tight, hot embrace. A long, heated ride of pure pleasure until his hips hit hers and he was fully seated in the delicious grip of her tight little body.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, his vocabulary vastly reduced since he’d met her. “You’re perfect. Just perfect, Red.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” She gasped as she wriggled, pulling away a little and then working herself back onto his cock. “Less with the lip flapping and more with the fucking my brains out, big boy.”

  He chuckled as he pulled his hips back, withdrawing until he was almost out of her. “Oh, you want me to fuck your brains out, do you? Then hold onto your hat, lady, ‘cause that’s what you’ll get.”

  He didn’t give her any more warning. Simply powered into her with a hard thrust that had his balls slapping against her. She whimpered and moaned as he thrust into her again and again, setting up a hard and fast rhythm. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted her over the edge, screaming his name as she came, her tight little cunt clenching and spasming around the thick shaft of his cock buried deep inside her.

  Leaning forward, he braced himself with a large hand on her hip as he reached around to tweak her nipple. He was rewarded with a gasp and another sudden rush of heat around his cock, proof of her enjoyment. His lips quirked into a triumphant smile and he did it again, rolling the beaded peak between his fingers. He pinched, tugging before releasing her to cup her breast in a big hand. She fit perfectly.

  “Hand between your legs,” he ordered, looping a hard arm around her waist to pull her upright. The change in position almost made his eyes cross, the tight grasp of her pussy around him nearly his undoing.

  “Play with your clit,” he ordered, breath whispering against the soft skin of her neck. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

  She moved as if drugged, her delicate fingers sliding between her lower lips. He felt it the instant she touched herself, the tiny rubbing motion of her hand accompanied by a full body shiver and a tiny moan.

  “That’s it, Red. Rub that clit while I fuck your hot little pussy. You like cock, don’t you? All thick and hard, stretching your tight cunt as I pound into you.”

  He kept up a steady stream of dirty talk as he rolled his hips and started to thrust into her. Each hard movement sent fire and lust burning through his veins, threatening the tight hold he’d managed to reassert on his control as he measured each stroke to bring her the maximum pleasure. It wasn’t about him. It was about her, her pleasure, about proving he was all the man she needed.

  Ever.

  The thoughts—the forever kind of thoughts he swore he’d never have after seeing what had happened to Riley— shocked him and he almost lost focus. Her small pause brought him back to the present and he added an extra roll to his hips that had them both gasping.

  “That’s it. Just like that.”

  He whispered words of praise and encouragement as she rubbed at her clit, wishing he could see the erotic sight he knew she’d make—naked except for the skirt bunched around her waist, thighs parted and her hand buried between them, bringing herself off as his cock thrust slickly in and out of her wet channel.

  “That’s it. Just a little further, baby. God, I love fucking you. You’re so tight and wet.”

  Her cries grew sharper, her movements more jerky and he knew she was close. Wrapping his arms tighter around her, her replaced her hand with his, rubbing over her clit as he drove deep inside her. Hard, deep thrusts. Once…twice…

  She didn’t make it to the third, her scream echoing through the small room as she came hard, pussy clenching as it milked his cock. Her climax fed his, fire rushing through his veins to form a hard knot in his balls, jetting from him in tight streams to bathe the neck of her womb as he came harder than he’d ever come in his life.

  * * *

  She could stay here forever. Cracking an eyelid, Kristen swept a look around the small room Kyle had brought her back to. The sun was up, the early morning light filtering through the blinds to fall across the foot of the bed and the door of the double wardrobe that was the only other furniture in the room. Above a garage, it was separated from the main house, an indicator that he still lived with his parents. She didn’t care. From the little she knew of him, she had the feeling he’d always be close to his family, to his pack. It was just another little part of him that made up the whole of the man she lo—

  She caught the thought before it could form fully. She liked Kyle. Liked him a lot. But it was too soon for anything else. Besides, when her week was up, she would go back to Hollywood and he’d stay here, move on. Perhaps marry a local girl and have little werewolfy babies… She cut that thought off as well, jealousy raging through her.

  Sighing and feeling lazy, she snuggled deeper into the warmth of the bed next to Kyle, content to forget that the outside world existed for at least another day or so. And why not? She’d already rung and told her agent she was taking some time out, that the last movie had exhausted her and that she needed some ‘me-time’ before starting a new project. She’d even dropped the term all agents dreaded: Burnout.

  She wasn’t, but Xander didn’t need to know that. All he needed to know was she’d gone back home and that she’d call him in a week to set up some publicity for her latest film. A shudder rolled through her, albeit a sleepy one, thinking of having to deal with Todd Stone and his octopus hands again.

  Her slight movement roused Kyle, who turned over to wrap an arm around her waist. Wriggling under his hand, she murmured in pleasure and thrust her hips back against his groin. A smile curved her lips as the thick, hard bar of his cock pressed against her. Turning in his arms, she smiled at the sleepy heat in his eyes and leaned in to nibble across his hair-roughe
ned jaw.

  “I like this kind of wake up,” he rumbled, his voice still raspy with sleep. Then he moved, turning her over onto her back and parting her thighs with one swift movement, proving that he hadn’t been as asleep as she thought. Then he kissed her and nothing else mattered.

  Chapter Five

  Kyle had his head under the hood of the morning’s emergency repair, trying to figure out how to start on the myriad problems that had caused Old Lady Shelton to bring it in this morning with a ‘knocking’. Turned out that that lack of oil in the thing was just the tip of the iceberg. He sighed as he pulled his hand free from the engine bay and wondered how to break it to a sweet little old lady that her car was destined for the scrap heap.

  A tinkling laugh from outside brought his head up and he smiled as he looked over the open hood to see Kris standing next to the little yellow car that had broken down and brought her into his life. Dressed in the sexiest little Daisy Dukes, she was rocking the country look with pigtails and a knotted shirt that exposed acres of her toned midriff. His gut tightened, cock hard and heavy in his pants as he recalled exploring that mid-riff and other, more exciting areas, with his lips and tongue last night.

  She had a bag in her hand, proof that she’d brought him some lunch again today, but he was content to watch as she chatted with his uncle. She was as easily charming with the gruff old bear-shifter as she was with everyone. Meanwhile his uncle, the randy old so and so, was flirting shamelessly. Even though he knew it was harmless, that Kris wouldn’t look twice at another man, much less his uncle, and that Marty in turn wouldn’t do anything across him, his possessive streak was a mile wide.

  Wiping his hands on a cleaning rag, he threw it at the workbench by the door as he passed, emerging from the cool shade of the workshop out into the relentless mid-day heat. His uncle moved aside as he passed, an easy smile on the older guy’s lips that spread into a broad grin at the possessive movement as Kyle slid a hand around Kris’ waist to pull her against his side.

  Taking a second, he buried his face into the curve of her neck and shoulder, amongst the riot of red curls and just breathed in her scent. Taking a lungful, he held it deep to pacify the wolf inside. Her perfume teased his senses, the expensive skin-warmed scent wrapping around him. Under it lay the lingering traces of the generic, store own-brand shower gel he’d been surprised to see in her wash bag. For saying she was a big Hollywood star who reputedly earned gazillions a film, her refusal to pay over the odds for something so mundane amused him.

  But neither of those scents got to him in the same way the one underneath them did. The natural scent of her skin, of the woman herself, threaded through the two others, calling to him in a way they never could. Other women could use the same shower gel and buy the same perfume but the scent underneath was uniquely hers, and he’d know it anywhere. Be able to follow it and her anywhere.

  He rumbled in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around him in return, turning them so he was leaning back against the warm metal wing of her car. He parted his thighs so that she could settle between them, letting her slender body rest against him and surrounding her protectively in his embrace.

  Behind them Marty’s footsteps receded toward the workshop, the older man grumbling good-naturedly. “Damn kids these days, should get a fricken’ room!”

  Kyle chuckled as he lifted his head to claim her lips, flicking his uncle a one-fingered salute behind her back. Then the old bear-shifter was forgotten as her lips parted under his. He groaned as he dipped his tongue into the honeyed sweetness of her mouth.

  She was perfection itself, her responses open and honest as he thrust his tongue lazily into her. Anything he asked of her, she’d agreed to, submitting to his dominant nature with a sweet acceptance that got to him on so many levels, but with enough of a kick in her gallop to keep him on his toes. A challenge wrapped in sexiness, and one he knew he’d never tire of.

  Spearing his hand into her short, red curls to angle her head just right as he deepened the kiss, he allowed his mind to wander. Allowed himself to think about a future with her, what settling down and having kids with her would be like… How she’d look when they were both silver-haired with age and couldn’t imagine his desire for her ever fading, even in their twilight years. And for the first time he allowed himself to think that they could have a future together. She’d been here two weeks already, and she hadn’t mentioned going back to the bright lights of Hollywood.

  The sound of engines approaching didn’t made him lift his head from worshipping her lips, nor did them stopping on the road next to Kris’s car. But then the sound of a camera shutter broke through the sensual haze of the moment and the slender woman in his arms froze.

  “Krystal! Krystal! How are you enjoying your break?”

  * * *

  The instant she heard the continuous shutter, a sound so familiar to her but so totally out of place here, Kristen froze. For a second she thought that she’d imagined it, although why she would conjure up something to ruin such a perfect moment with Kyle, she had no idea, but the loud demands sealed the deal as photographers swarmed around them.

  “How long have you been in Katy, Krystal?”

  “What will Stone think about your boy toy?”

  “What brought you to small town America?”

  “Are you and Stone over now then?”

  Cameras clicked and microphones were shoved in her face as a barrage of questions were thrown at her. Stiffening, she clung to Kyle instinctively. Her fingers curled around his upper arms as she desperately tried to get herself together, pull her screen persona over herself and hide her more vulnerable real nature. Snarling, Kyle turned, shoving her protectively behind him as he faced the cameras, a large hand batting away one lens that got too close.

  “Back off, or I’ll shove that where the sun doesn’t shine,” he threatened, his voice lower than normal as he glared down the owner of the ridiculously large lens, a thin little man who looked like he’d topple over in the wind given the large amount of photography kit around his neck.

  “Now, now, ladies and gentlemen,” a new voice announced loudly, a familiar figure detaching himself from the back of the pack and walking around to them. It was her agent, Xander, wearing a smug little grin as he reached her side. “I’m sure Krystal will be happy to talk to you, in a few minutes when she’s freshened up. How about you give us all a little space here?”

  Sliding a hand under her arm, he tried to detach her from Kyle, which only earned him a growl from the pissed off werewolf Kyle's eyes flashed dangerously amber until she patted his arm in reassurance. It took them seconds to walk back through the workshop. Marty pointed at the back office, then moved to block the paparazzi simply by standing in the doorway, a large wrench dangling idly from his hand. His voice rose as he argued with them, a low rumble that indicated his bear was near, which was cut off as the door slammed shut.

  Xander made sure the door was locked and turned back to them. His gaze swept over Kyle, a brief light of interest in his eyes that had nothing to do with Kyle as a person, or even as a possible future bed partner, and everything to do with whether or not he could make Xander money.

  “Cute.” The interest died, the agent’s expression dismissive as he turned back to Kristen. “Okay, Kris. You’ve had your bit of fun, as normal. Now it’s time to get back to work.”

  The callous words sliced through the air like a butcher’s cleaver, a hard slam that left it buried in the counter and ringing slightly. She winced as Kyle turned to her, the suspicion and pain in his eyes catching her heart.

  “So. I was just a bit of fun?”

  The denial rose instinctively to her lips. Her trip here might have started out that way. A bit of fun, a much needed break between filming and having to immerse herself in publicity events, something she always found herself needing a month-long bath after. With bleach. It wasn’t the fans she objected to, most of them were really sweet, but it was the demands of the industry that she virtually pr
ostitute herself at this event and that event to protect their bottom line.

  Before she could get the words out, Xander laughed, the sound harsh and dismissive.

  “Oh, you didn’t think this little thing you had going on was serious, did you? Kris always takes some downtime after a film. Heads out somewhere to get her bad girl groove on with someone. I’m just glad she chose a nobody this time.” He looked back at her and smiled in approval. “Well done, far less media fallout than the time you fucked the senator. What a fucking mess that was!”

  Kyle’s face blanked, the hurt in his eyes wiped out by a bland, polite expression that made her want to scream and cry all at the same time as she sensed him withdrawing.

  “Well, I’m glad you had your bit of fun. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.” He laughed, the sound strained and bitter. “Not every day a nobody gets to fuck a screen legend, is it? Have a nice life, Krystal.”

  Hurling her screen name at her like a curse, he stalked to the door, busting the lock as he yanked it open and barrelled through into the workshop. She got a brief glimpse of Marty’s face, his expression worried and then hardening as Kyle brushed past him. Turning to Xander, she swept him with a disgusted expression. Not normally a violent woman, at that moment she wanted nothing more than to spread his pretty, straight nose all over his face.

  “You…fucking idiot,” her voice emerged as a snarl, hiding the tears and the thickness in the back of her throat. “You think this is all a freaking game? You’re sacked.”

  Xander’s eyes widened, his eyelashes fluttering for a second before he got his expression under control. Her lip curled as she clocked the managed response. For fuck’s sake, the guy was a better actor than she was, and twice as manipulative. She had no doubt he’d orchestrated the little group outside currently being threatened by the were-bear owner of the garage. Why had she never seen that about him before?