Racing Home (Dirt Track Dogs Book 3) (Paranormal Wolf-Shifter Romance)

by P. Jameson

  Upstairs. The bedroom. The bed.

  He stared into her eyes. Could he do this? Be with her in a bed? She had no idea what she was asking of him, but he knew, if he told her, she’d let him take her right here. Where she would feel exposed. She’d sacrifice for him, for his fucking hang-up, and he didn’t want that. It was what he’d been trying to avoid this entire time.

  Blister brushed his thumb across her heated cheek.

  In a bed, with his angel. Just like his dream. He wanted it. He wanted it bad enough to push through his fears. She could make him forget the pain, everything, except the two of them.

  “My name was Rogan,” he breathed against her lips.

  And before she could answer, he lifted her so her legs straddled his waist and walked with her through the kitchen. Tangling her hands around his neck, she kissed his jaw, nibbled his earlobe. He climbed the stairs, pausing at the top to kiss the fuck out of that pouty little mouth.

  “Baby,” she moaned when he broke away.

  And damn, what that did to him. He’d never tell a fucking soul, but the term made him feel special. Loved. And totally fucking protective. She kept that up, and he’d kill for her. Maybe he would anyway. Because if anyone ever tried to take her away from him…

  God help them.

  He dragged his nose along her jaw, inhaling. “Do you know the things I’m going to do to you, mate?”

  Blister didn’t wait for her to answer. He wouldn’t waste time telling her anyway. Much better to show her.

  In the bedroom, he set her on her feet and finished removing the scraps of her shirt. Tugging the zipper down, he dragged her jeans along her legs until she could step out of them. But he didn’t make it back up.

  The sight of her curvy hips in dark blue panties drew his attention and wouldn’t let go. Blister went to his knees, his hands sliding reverently up her thighs until he gripped her hips.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, burying his nose where her thighs met that secret place he would claim soon. He breathed deep, her arousal intoxicating.

  Annie gasped, her hand flying to his hair and pulling to make him stop. He gazed up at her.

  “What… what… are you doing?” she asked shocked.

  “Smelling you. I’m also going to lick you. And suck you. And bite you. When I’m finished, there won’t be a place on your body that I don’t know intimately. I’m making you mine, Annie. If you don’t want that, tell me now.”

  Her eyes went wide. “You mean like Ella said? Forever?”

  Forever. He wanted that so fucking bad. He’d make it work. He’d find a way. Keep their relationship a secret from the community. Find a compromise when it came to sleeping arrangements. Whatever it took, he’d do it if she said yes.

  “Yes. Forever.”

  “Really?” Her voice was watery, mirroring her eyes. “You really want me like that?”

  “Fuck yes, baby. And I’m tired of waiting so tell me, do you want me like that?”

  There he was, hanging on a limb, waiting for the truth. He just needed her to be sure. If she was sure of him, everything else would work itself out.

  “I really do, Blister. I do.”

  Wolf liked that answer very much. He pulled her back to his mouth, his hands grabbing the cheeks of her ass and finding bare skin.

  His cock got impossibly harder.

  “What’s this?” he asked, turning her.

  Hot fucking damn, he hadn’t expected that. His angel wore a thong.

  He swallowed but had trouble speaking around his desire to bite, lick, and kiss. “Damn, baby.”

  His fingers brushed the curve of her behind until he palmed one perfect, round globe, squeezing, and drawing a moan from her. Sliding one finger under the string between her cheeks, he pulled it taut and then released it, letting it snap. She gave a surprised yelp, but he kissed away any sting, licking and nibbling at her soft flesh.

  “Blister?”

  She was nervous. He could hear it in her voice.

  “Trust me?”

  She’d asked for his trust earlier and he’d given it.

  “Yes.”

  “Bend over the bed.”

  She complied, positioning her arms loosely above her head. Carefully, Blister slid the string aside, moving down until he could see the glistening lips of her sex. There was a bit of hair. Short and trimmed. It was the first glimpse of his mate’s sweet slit and it had him aching so bad he didn’t know how he’d make it.

  Gentle, so as not to scare her, he dipped a finger in. She was soaking wet already. So responsive to him.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, and then he couldn’t wait any longer.

  Lowering his head, he lapped at her with his tongue.

  Her gasp was loud enough to fill the room. “Blister!”

  “Shh. I’m licking.” And she tasted divine. He could do this every day. All day, if she’d let him.

  After a few seconds, her thighs began to quiver and he gently swirled his tongue over her clit, giving her more sensation. When she pushed back against him, he did what he’d really been wanting to do. He pushed his tongue inside, fucking her with it.

  She whimpered and shook as if she might come apart.

  Mother. Fuck. He’d never done this but he’d sure as hell dreamed about it, and the reality was a million times better. He never imagined his mate would be so open to pleasure.

  It was time to prepare her. She was wondrously tight. She’d never be able to take him if he didn’t start making room now.

  With one hand on her lower back, he worked a finger of the other into her tight wet heat. She gasped and tensed, but he used his thumb to rub the pearl of nerves at the top and she relaxed.

  He never thought about the sexual training his former pack had given unmated males. It was so long ago and he assumed he’d never use it. But now he was grateful the elders had thought to educate them. It would surely make this claiming easier for her. Which was worth everything to him.

  Watching his finger move in and out slowly, her wetness coating it, was too much. He had to have another taste.

  He bent to her again, spreading her legs wide and giving her swollen bud more attention.

  “I’m… I’m… gonna…”

  “Do it,” he murmured, sucking softly on her sweet spot.

  With a cry, she tensed, quivering, and he didn’t stop the mouth action until she was completely limp and spent. She breathed hard, her face plastered to the bed.

  Blister rose to stand, running his hands up her body until he reached her bra. He unhooked it, letting the two pieces of the band fall to the sides.

  “That was…” Her breathless whisper gave him so much satisfaction, he went weak in the knees. “Amazing.”

  “Oh, mate,” he rasped, ripping his shirt over his head. “We’re just getting started.”

  Chapter Eleven

  This couldn’t be happening. This was real. How could it be? This was too much, too good, too life-changing.

  Just getting started? She’d just had the most amazing orgasm of her life and they weren’t done yet. How would she stand it? And how could his attention feel so magical?

  She shivered as he trailed tiny kisses up her spine. His hot breath washed over her and his hands swept up her sides, over her arms, until he reached her hair. He brushed the curls back from her face, his touch feather light and full of reverence.

  Nuzzling her ear, he growled, “Mine. Say it.”

  Oh, it was true. No matter what happened from this moment forward, she belonged to him. Maybe even from the first time she laid eyes on him.

  “Yours,” she breathed. “I’m yours.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  He rose up, urging her to her back, and she rolled over to find he’d removed his shirt. He was magnificent. His scars didn’t end at his collar. They went across his shoulder, fading down his arm until they were barely noticeable on his fingers, the ones she saw when she held his hand. She was going to kiss them all. Every last scar, until he
didn’t think of them as a flaw anymore.

  She let her eyes roam over him. He was so fit. More muscular than she’d imagined. He was all hard cut planes. She was… soft and fluffy.

  She pushed that insecurity to the back of her mind. He wouldn’t have done what he’d done if he wasn’t attracted to her.

  Meeting his eyes, her breath caught. The way he looked at her. Like he was going to devour her in the sexiest way possible.

  “Move farther up the bed. I want to see you laid out on all those pillows.”

  She did as he said, using one hand to hold her bra in place.

  “Like this?”

  “Lift your hair up, over the pillow.”

  She fanned her hair out and a thrill shot through her, knowing he must’ve thought this out at some point. He knew exactly what he wanted, which meant she’d been on his mind just as much as he’d been on hers.

  She bit her lip to keep her satisfied grin from spilling out.

  “Better?” she asked.

  “Almost.” He reached out, lifting her bra from her chest and sliding it down her arms. He repeated the action with her panties, using both hands to inch them slowly down her legs.

  She fought her instinct to cover herself. He’d asked her to trust him and the truth was she did. Completely.

  Blister tossed the bra and panties to the floor and pulled back to stare at her, his jaw going slack. For so long, he didn’t move a muscle. Didn’t say a word. He just stared, his eyes roaming all over her body, pausing here and there. She expected him to look. She just didn’t expect him to look for so long. When he kept it up, she began to worry.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, insecurity niggling at her brain.

  Blister shook his head slowly. “Not a fucking thing. I just want to remember every detail of this moment so I can replay it over and over for the rest of my life. You make a bed look good again, mate.”

  She didn’t know what that meant but she’d take it.

  Not taking his eyes off her, Blister unbuckled his belt, his movements jerky, and yanked it from his belt loops in one swift move. It was maybe the single sexiest thing she’d ever witnessed. She sucked her bottom lip in to suppress a moan.

  He made quick work of his zipper, letting his jeans fall to the floor. He was left in a pair of tight, black boxer briefs.

  Now Annie stared. She couldn’t help it. The sight of him fully erect was mesmerizing. She’d done that. Made him hard with desire.

  Hooking his fingers behind his waistband, he slowly revealed himself, letting his erection bob free of its confinement.

  She gulped, the throbbing between her legs growing again.

  It was big. Not freakishly so, but enough to give her pause. Would she be able to take him inside her? She was more annoyed by her virgin status than ever.

  He gripped it at the base stroking up and back, twice. Still, he just stared at her, leaving her confused.

  “Blister?”

  He met her gaze with intensity. “Be patient, angel. I’m overcoming demons.”

  Her heart fractured at his vulnerable expression. “What demons?”

  Part of her was afraid of the answer, but this thing they had was more than a passing crush. More than a romp in the hay. More than casual, so much more. This was a forever bond.

  Love. This was love. And she was going through every rough ride with him. And he’d let her. If he loved her too, he’d let her.

  “The bed,” he croaked, stroking once again. “The last time I was in a bed…”

  Annie went cold.

  The last time he was in a bed, he’d lost everyone he loved. Why hadn’t she seen this before? It was why he slept in a tent. It was why he’d had such a bad reaction when she’d offered to let him sleep with her.

  But when she’d asked, he’d brought her up here, trying to overcome his issue so he could give her what she wanted.

  She would help him through this.

  “Remember what I said? You can do anything if you want it bad enough.”

  She took a note from his playbook, dragging her fingers slowly down her front, between her cleavage, pausing to tweak a hardened nipple. She watched as his eyes widened, following the path her touch made. Continuing downward, she swirled her middle finger around her belly button, and stopped at the cleft of her mound. Slowly, seductively, she rubbed circles over her sensitive clit.

  “The question is…” It wasn’t like her to be so blatantly alluring. She was so far out of her comfort zone she couldn’t find her way back with a map. But Blister did something to her when he looked at her like she was ice water in hell. Knowing he desired her enough to push his own boundaries gave her a heady feeling she couldn’t ignore.

  Even better, she could use that power to give him what he needed.

  She leveled her gaze on him. “How bad do you want it, baby?”

  His gaze snapped from her hand to her face, hungry with want. But was he hungry enough?

  Carefully, he knelt on the bed, towering over her, his erection brushing her leg and sending a trill of excitement to the spot that ached for him.

  Cradling her jaw and tilting her face back, he kissed her tenderly on the lips. “I know what you’re doing.” His tone was deep, velvety. “And I love you for it. To answer your question…” He palmed one breast, rubbing his thumb over her hardened nipple until she lost control and moaned. “I want it really. Fucking. Bad.”

  And then his mouth was on her. Everywhere. All over. Taking her over. He sucked a path to her breast, kneading her aching flesh and pulling the bud between his lips, tapping it with the tip of his tongue.

  Annie arched her back for more, wanting him to own every inch of her body with those lips.

  He broke away, nuzzling the valley between, and giving his attention to the other. He nipped the tip with his teeth, just enough to shock her and send a lightning bolt of heat between her legs.

  “Mine,” he said so softly she almost missed it.

  “Yours.”

  The mewling sounds coming from her would be embarrassing except she couldn’t make herself care. She’d been waiting too long for this, and his body pressed against hers was better than she could have ever imagined.

  His hand spanned her stomach, moving everywhere, as if he wanted to touch every inch of her skin. Spreading her legs, he cupped her.

  “Mine,” he whispered, and then slid a finger between her folds.

  Annie drew in a sharp breath at the sensation, her hips writhing against his touch. The delicate way he felt her, but with such authority, had her near the edge again in a matter of minutes.

  “It’s going to hurt, Annie,” he said, regret tingeing his voice. “The claiming and the marking. But I’ll make it better. I promise.”

  She nodded. She was ready.

  “I’ll take you first,” he said, pushing a finger inside and pressing against her barrier. “With our mating bond, we can heal each other. I’ll use it to help soothe your pain if you need, but I can’t use it when I mark you with my bite.”

  “Okay.”

  She trembled and he kissed away any fear with his sexy, sexy mouth.

  “When I finish inside you, I’ll give you my mark. You’ll carry my scent so everyone will know you’re mine.” His tone held such a raw possessiveness she moaned. To be his…

  “Humans too?”

  He pulled back to look at her, questioningly. “I’ll take care of any humans with my fucking fist if they touch you.” Narrowing his eyes, his expression seemed to dare her to disagree.

  “Women,” she groaned. “I want women to know.”

  Once again, he looked confused.

  “I… I want them to know you’re taken.”

  His face went slack, his mouth open and panting. He dropped his forehead to hers and she cradled his cheeks.

  “You’re possessive of me,” he murmured in wonder. “I… You have no idea what that does to me, Annie. But no female could ever take me from you.” His voice became a mere thread. �
��You’re my angel. The creator made you for me because I’ve walked through hell. You’re mine to treasure and keep. And I’m yours for as long as you want me. Even if you don’t, I’d still be yours because I can’t help myself.”

  “I’ll always want you,” she breathed against his ravaged cheek, reminding him his scars didn’t diminish him in her eyes. And they never would.

  He shivered, grinding his erection against her hip. “Then are you ready, mate? Because I need you right fucking now.”

  “Yes.”

  He slid his finger out and looked down between their bodies. She watched too, as he gripped his hardness and pressed it to her opening. He let out a hiss.

  “Your pussy’s so hot. The best kind of fire,” he ground out, slipping the tip up and down the length of her folds.

  The feeling took her breath away. She gasped, trying to find air but there was only blinding pleasure. Her nails dug into Blister’s shoulders and a growl escaped his lips.

  He settled between her legs, his chest pressing against hers deliciously. “Look at me.”

  She found his eyes, locking on, anticipation killing her slowly.

  And then he rocked into her, the first tiny bit of invasion surprising her.

  “Just get used to the feel of me,” he murmured, to the miniscule swivel of his hips.

  She nodded, relaxing with his gentle attention.

  Another rock had her whimpering. Both in pleasure and pain.

  Blister’s eyes squinted with his effort to go slow. “So good, angel. You’re doing so good.” He cradled her cheek. “Almost there.”

  His final move caused a sharp pain that stole her breath. But he was feeling it too, because he panted above her, sweat slicking his brow.

  “Okay?”

  She was finally able to draw a breath and gave him a quick nod. He kissed her gently, and she let herself adjust to the feel of him inside her. And it was the most amazing sensation. Tight and deep, his powerful body caging her to the bed. He owned her in that moment. Body and soul.

  He kept kissing her, his tongue delving deeper and deeper until she forgot about any pain. There was just the pleasure of his touch searing her while his mouth soothed it away.