by Grosso, Kym
Without words, he captured her lips in an all-encompassing kiss. Kalli wrapped her arms around his neck, feverishly sweeping her tongue into his mouth, as he did hers. Starved, the passionate kiss only further ignited their arousal.
“Dress. Off now,” Tristan ordered through their lips.
“Um. Yes. Zipper. Side,” she agreed breathlessly.
Reaching downward, he deftly unzipped the dress until it pooled onto the floor.
“Aw chérie, you’re so gorgeous.” His lips quickly moved to suck and bite at her neck.
“Yes,” she cried, as she threw her head back against the wall, lost in the feel of his mouth all over her skin. She panted wildly, anticipating where he’d touch her next.
“Baby, I can’t wait. I need to be in you,” he grunted. Goddess, she was so exquisite that he didn’t know what to touch first. As his lips moved to her pink areola, he sucked hard, while massaging the smooth skin of her bottom. Moving his fingers around to the rim of her thong, he gripped it, ripping it from her body. Palming her torso, he slid his hand down her belly until his fingers brushed over her mound. Stroking up and down, he slipped his middle finger into her soft lips, finding her center of pleasure. Unrelenting, he pressed his thick digit into her hot sheath, and then followed it with two. He wanted to go slow, but lost in the moment, he pressed in and out, bringing her close to release.
“Oh my God, Tristan, please, it feels so good,” she cried. “Fuck me, please.”
Unable to wait any longer, he unzipped his pants, releasing his rock hard shaft. He stroked himself, while continuing to work magic with his fingers. “I can’t wait, baby. You ready?”
“Yes!” she screamed in frustration as she felt him leave her warmth. He spun her around so she was facing the wall. She was so close to coming, feeling as if she’d come apart any second.
Tristan cuffed her wrists in one hand, flattened her palms against the door and spread her legs with his other hand, bending her over slightly, so he could see into her.
“Ah Kalli, you’re so wet. So ready,” he panted, sliding his finger over the crack of her bottom until he found her wetness. “I want to be gentle, but I need you fast. You’re so…” Before he’d finished his sentence, he’d thrust himself all the way into her tight channel.
“Yes! That’s it! Oh God!” Kalli screamed. She didn’t care if every last person in the ballroom heard her.
“Fuck, Kalli, your pussy is so tight. So very, very tight. Are you okay, chérie?” As badly as he wanted to take her, Tristan was not a selfish lover.
Kalli could swear she felt herself stretch; the pain subsided within seconds, and she needed more. “Please, don’t stop. I need…I need…” She was thrashing her head. She was so close, but she needed him to move.
Tristan began pumping in and out of her, slowly at first, building the rhythm. Soon he was pounding against her, his balls slapping against her ass. He reached around to caress her breast, but could sense she was on the edge of coming. Damn, he really wanted their first time to last longer, but the intensity more than made up for the time. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched her nipple.
“Yes, more,” she demanded. Reaching behind her, she grabbed a fistful of his hair.
Encouraged by her roughness, Tristan reached round with his other hand to touch her. Finding his prize, he brushed her clit, lightly at first, and then he increased the pressure.
Kalli felt as if she was out of her own body. She relished the feel of his cock slamming into her. Her body was on fire; his hands were everywhere. But when he increased the pressure on her sensitive nub, she splintered into delirium as an orgasmic wave washed over her. Shaking in release, Kalli shouted his name so loud she swore the people in the next building would hear her.
Tristan saw stars as her pussy tightened around him. He came hard, erupting inside her. He heard her calling his name, but it was as if he was sucked into a vortex of pleasure from which there was no escape. Pulsing into her, he resisted the urge to bite her smooth neck. Goddess, but he wanted to mark her. Make her his, not just now but forever. His wolf howled in ecstasy, begging to mate her. Tristan tried to ignore it. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. Shoving the agonizing need aside, he resisted the impulse.
“Kalli, baby, are you okay?” He’d wanted to be gentle their first time but seeing her on the dance floor drove him into a wanton frenzy, craving her more than air. He hoped he hadn’t scared her by their amazing yet animalistic tryst.
“God yes. That was amazing. Please take me home…so we can go again,” she added, giggling, her forehead pressed against the door.
Tristan laughed a low sexy laugh. “My little wolf, you want more, huh?”
“I’m not all wolf,” she reminded him. She didn’t want to spoil the mood, but she was acutely aware of how others would view her hybrid status.
“You’re mine. I don’t care what you are,” he assured, pulling out of her. He returned himself and zipped, then turned her around, anxious to see her flushed expression, the one he’d put there. “That’s what’s important, you know.”
He lovingly cupped her face; he could see right through her anxieties. What he’d told her was true. He didn’t care whether she was hybrid; he just wanted her to be true to her nature. He wanted her to feel safe, protected and loved enough to revel in her own skin.
“You’re beautiful after you make love,” he commented absently. His chest constricted at the thought of ever losing her.
She blushed, still engrossed in the afterglow of the moment. As her skin cooled, she was reminded that she was nude. “You’re quite dashing yourself there, but this is hardly fair. You’re completely dressed and me…well.” She laughed and gestured to her naked body. Donning her gown, she quickly zipped it. Giving up on her now mussed updo, she pulled out the pins and sexily shook out her curls, combing her fingers through her hair.
“Wonder how fast that limo can go?” He teased. “I’m thinking that I can’t wait to get you in bed so we can ‘go again’ as you put it”.
She shot him a look, feigning shock.
“Hey, you’re the one who suggested it. And this wolf aims to please,” he winked.
“Well then, if you are asking, I bet it can go really, really fast,” she purred, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
“Let’s go home, ma chérie,” Tristan suggested, hugging her to his heart. His home was now her home, and he realized that he didn’t want it any other way.
After sneaking out the back entrance, Tristan held Kalli nearly the entire ride home. She’d fallen asleep in the car after their intense lovemaking, and he found it fascinating how enjoyable it was to simply watch her at rest. When the limo arrived at Livingston One, he easily cradled her in his arms, lifting her out of the car and walking into his private elevator. By the time they reached their floor, her eyes fluttered as she awoke. Smiling, she ran her hand down his cheek along his jawline.
“We’re home? Oh my, now this is service,” she teased with a yawn.
“I like the sound of that,” Tristan replied, growing accustomed to the space in his heart she’d taken.
“What?”
“The sound of your voice calling my condo home. And don’t tell Logan I said that. He’ll call me soft.”
“My Alpha, there is nothing soft about you,” Kalli flirted, running the palm of her hand down his abs.
“You’re insatiable, and I do like it.” He softly kissed her warm lips, gently, in stark contrast to their kiss in the hotel.
Slowly separating from their embrace, they held each other’s hands, both in awe of the emerging connection. The attraction wasn’t just physical, as perhaps Tristan had hoped; it was more than that. Both Kalli and Tristan stood in the foyer, unable to articulate the visceral gravitation drawing them together. Cognizant of the overwhelming emotion brewing, Tristan broke contact and waved for Kalli to follow him down the hallway.
“Come with me,” he grinned, gesturing her toward the guest room she’d
previously occupied. “I’ve had your things moved back in while we were at the gala. Of course, I’d much rather have you in my bed from now on.”
Kalli could hardly believe that he’d done this while they’d been away. The man was a force of nature.
“Confident, much? How did you know I’d want to come back?” she teased.
“Confident is my middle name, baby. And of course you’d come back. What girl can resist my southern charm?” he drawled.
“Charm? Is that what you call what happened on that dance floor, huh?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“What happened between us…” He instantly came up behind her, running the palms of his hands up her belly to rest just under her breasts until he heard her release a small gasp. “That, my little wolf, is raw sexual energy between a man and a woman. It’s unstoppable, you know. A crime to even try. And there’s more where that came from. Much, much more.”
Kalli felt her head fall backwards onto his shoulder. His sexy voice, laced with pure seduction, sent her reeling. But before she could completely set herself at ease, he stepped back toward the door. Damn, the man was unsettling. Yet again, he had her so excited she felt as if she was walking a high wire.
“Go ahead and freshen up. I’m gonna go get a bottle of wine. Meet you in my room.” He wagged his eyebrows at her.
Kalli released a deep breath that she wasn’t even aware she’d been holding. She was beginning to realize what it meant to be Alpha. It was as if he could do almost anything. He was so sure of himself and everything he did. Yet instead of being overtly overbearing, Tristan’s flair for humor sparkled through the dominance. And like a cat drawn to a Christmas tree, she simply couldn’t resist playing with the ornaments.
After going to the bathroom and brushing her hair, she removed her shoes with a groan.
“Sore? Why don’t you let me kiss it all better?” Tristan leaned on the doorjamb.
Kalli nearly fell off the bed in surprise. He was fast and stealthy. Sneaky wolf.
“I think I might need to put a bell on you,” she teased as she struggled to stand up without looking terribly clumsy. It was the best she could hope for; graceful was no longer an option.
“Sorry chérie, wolves don’t do bells. ’Fraid you’ll have to use those wolf senses that the Goddess gave you, but we’ll discuss that later. Come with me. I’ve got something for you.”
The master bedroom wasn’t exactly how Kalli had imagined it would be. In contrast to his uber-masculine, sometimes bad boy image, his bedroom was warm and inviting. Blonde bamboo flooring contrasting with Tuscan tanned walls, contributed to the sensation of a wide open space, conjuring thoughts of running through a moonlit, golden wheat field. A king sized, antiqued mahogany four poster bed with white linens commanded attention; intricate carvings adorned its long pillars. Fire danced in the gas fireplace, apparently appreciative of the soft zydeco music filtering throughout the room.
“Wow. This is just…it’s beautiful. Like it belongs in Homes and Gardens beautiful.”
“Thanks. Luckily since it was a new building, I was able to customize everything to my liking before we moved in.”
“You designed this?”
“Why yes. There’s more to me than my smooth dance skills, you know.” He winked.
“Hmmm…dance skills, huh? Is that what public seduction at a charity event is called these days?”
“Baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Come,” he directed.
As they entered the master bath, Kalli let out a sigh of amazement. Another gas fireplace blazed to life with the flick of a switch. It gave light to the spectacular bathroom. Floor to ceiling windows exposed the night sky, which enhanced the subtle lighting. The oversized Jacuzzi nestled in the corner, awaiting them.
Tristan walked over and started the water. Sprinkling in soft lavender flakes, he continued preparing the space by lighting large pillar candles which surrounded the tub.
Kalli stood speechless. She’d never known a man like him in her entire life. “Alpha, you are something else,” she managed, having lost all ability to articulate her astonishment.
“Well of course I am, chérie,” he joked as he proceeded to pour two glasses of wine and set them on a restored trunk that served as a table. “You expect less?”
“I’ve just never…never…well no one has ever done this kind of thing for me,” she croaked, unable to finish. Struggling to conceal the bubbling emotion surging in her throat, she wiped away a single tear.
Tristan regarded her. So strong and beautiful, yet she was incredibly fragile. The knowledge that someone had once abused her enraged him. It was no wonder that she tried so hard to swallow her feelings. He couldn’t imagine that she’d never had someone treat her with kindness, the sort of kindness that was done out of a person’s heart, unconditionally, without anything expected in return.
“Come over here, Kalli,” he ordered in a soft voice.
She complied, still taking in her surroundings.
“You’re way overdressed, do you know that?”
“As are you,” she countered.
“Well, then,” Giving her a closed grin, he silently indicated his intent. He reached over to her side, finding the hidden zipper he’d made himself familiar with earlier in the evening, and pulled downward. As her dress dropped to her ankles, she reached for his collar.
Stark naked, she slowly pulled at the silken fabric of his tie, taking care to unknot it, and then tossed it on the floor. She gave him a sizzling smile as she unbuttoned each tiny shirt button. His cufflinks clanked to the floor just before she removed his jacket and shirt. The man looked like a Greek god, she thought as she placed butterfly kisses on his bared abs.
Keeping her spine perfectly straight while maintaining his eye contact, she knelt to the floor, unbuckling and unzipping. His erection sprang forth as his trousers fell to the floor. Without touching his newly exposed skin, she continued undressing him, removing his shoes and socks.
Tristan tensed in arousal, watching Kalli slink down his body, slowly stripping him. Her warm breath teased his rigid thick cock. But he was mostly fascinated by the clouds of passion that lurked within her eyes. While most people didn’t dare look him directly in the eyes, she did so with reckless abandon, challenging him to come to her.
As much as he wanted her warm lips wrapped around the length of him, he first needed her to feel loved. After the rough way he’d taken her earlier, in an alcove of a ballroom, nonetheless there was nothing he desired more at the moment than to simply care for her.
“Come, Kalli,” he breathed, ignoring his pulsing need. Content with her compliance, he led her to the steaming water, and shut off the spigot.
Kalli allowed him to help her into the bath. She’d been so close to swallowing him whole, while kneeling before him. The scent of his masculinity enticed her, driving her craving to lick every inch of his body. But at his words, she acquiesced, allowing him to lead her into the heavenly vessel that awaited them. He always seemed to know what was best. Was he ever wrong? The question spun through her head as she relaxed, submerging into the sublime paradise. It was just what she needed, and he knew it. She found herself staring at him, wondering how he knew just about everything.
He quickly followed her into the bubbles, but lounged into the opposite side. As if sensing her impending protest at the lack of contact, he tugged on her feet, as his feet rested on either side of her hips.
Kalli gasped, slipping deeper into the tub.
“Give me those pretty feet.” He began to inspect her perfectly pedicured, metallic blue painted toes. “You think too much.”
“What?” she muttered.
“I can see you thinking, chérie. Whatever it is, you just need to accept it.” He smiled knowingly. Rubbing her insoles, he was rewarded with a grateful moan. “You ladies with those high heels. As much as I enjoyed taking you from behind with you wearing nothing but stilettos, and damn you were hot by the way, I wouldn’t last five minutes in tho
se torture chambers.”
Kalli laughed. “Hmm…somehow I think you’d manage it. After the past couple of days, I’m wondering what exactly you can’t do?”
“I’ll be happy to teach you my tricks.”
“I just bet you would. Something tells me that I’d enjoy your lessons.” She brushed one foot over his thigh playfully.
“The secret is taking advantage of all life gives you,” he mused.
“Work hard. Play even harder?”
“Something like that. But it’s more. Take you, for instance. I’ve thought long and hard about why you took those pills. But it’s deprived you of your nature.”
She quietly listened.
“Tell me about South Carolina, Kalli.”
“I told you most of it. You know how it is in a pack. You’re not just raised by your parents. My mom, she’d somehow managed to live in that hellhole. My Dad was verbally abusive from as far back as I can remember, but Mom was the one who protected me. When she died…I was alone. The Alpha, Gerald, he was nothing more than a bully. And by the time I was sixteen, my body was starting to look less like a child’s. So I guess that was his cue to send for me one night. Of course, I went, because who says no to the Alpha?” Kalli quieted, as if she was reliving the horrifying experience.
“Did he rape you?”
“No, thankfully. He grabbed for me, ripped my shirt off, tried to maul me…but I fought him. I managed to grab one of those old-fashioned phones he had sitting on his desk; smacked him in the head with it. Of course, that earned me a good backhand. And that’s when he informed me of my ‘role’ in the pack. Guess he didn’t want me tainting his precious bloodlines. A few days later, I took off for New York City. Hid out. Got through college. You know the rest.” She absentmindedly ran her hands up and down the tops of his calves.
Tristan forced every muscle in his body to relax as he listened to her recount what had happened to her. Strung out in anger, he tried to focus on her and not his own feelings.
