Goal: A Mate (Bachelor Auction #2)

by Selena Illyria

  The dam broke. Desire flooded her body as the wolf released its mating heat all at once. This wasn’t a gradual building leading up to a full moon shift. No, this was what the animal had been holding back since the moment Kelly had recognized Brandon for what he truly was to her.

  “Kelly?” The golden beams of the headlights illuminated Brandon’s cabin. She hadn’t been there for years. The last time… Memories rushed over her. She and Reenie had been there to help him paint. He’d been walking around without a shirt due to the exertion and heat. Just watching the muscle and sinew ripple under golden skin, exposed and glistening in sweat, brought to mind images of limbs entwined, flesh marred by bruises and bite marks, his dark hair slicked back, desire blowing his pupils wide, passion tightening every line of his face, hunger and possession in every caress and kiss.

  It had been too much for her. She’d sneaked off to get some relief.

  Caught up in the haze of that memory, her hips pushed up off the seat. He moved his hand and gripped her hip, pushing her down.

  “Say it, Kelly,” Brandon growled.

  The musk of pheromones filled the SUV, making it seem smaller. There was nowhere to go and no way to escape. She didn’t want to flee. The fire inside of her peaked, burning away her excuses. She squirmed as her pussy clenched and moisture soaked her panties. The perfume of her need joined his musk.

  “I want you.” The words came out in gust. Each syllable soaked in desire, frustration, and long-withheld emotion.

  “No. All of it,” he ordered. The click of the lock on the seat belt drew her attention.

  She turned to stare at him. He shifted in his seat to face her. So many feelings slipped over his features. She saw the same turmoil that she had gone through over the years reflected back at her. Without hesitation, she reached out and cupped his face. “I want you. You’re my mate. I want this. You. All of it. I can’t deny it anymore. Now kiss me.”

  A dark grin curved his lips and heat glinted in his eyes. With shaking hands, she reached down and undid her seat belt. He reached up and turned on the overhead light. Then he pushed back the driver’s seat and grabbed her wrist. With gentle strength, he a pulled her over the console. It took some maneuvering and care, but she managed to straddle his lap with her knees on the seat. He moved his touch from her arms, down to her hips, pulling her forward until she could feel the ridge of his erection pressed against her stomach. There was no fear that he would disapprove of her. From her faded makeup on her face to the rolls that would be exposed once undressed, she felt beautiful. He had always complimented her figure, made her feel accepted and appreciated with a look or a word. He made her feel like a queen, like the most beautiful woman in the world.

  She reached up and brushed her fingertips over his cheek. His stubble scratched her fingertips. A month ago it had been just a shadow, but now it was a neatly trimmed beard.

  She giggled. “I always wondered what it would be like to kiss you with your hockey-season beard.”

  He brought his face closer until his lips were a mere thread’s length away. “Then do it. Take what you want. I’m yours.”

  She shivered as goose bumps broke out over her skin at his words. All hers. She placed her hands on his shoulders, felt the thickness of the muscle and dormant strength. Despite his size in comparison to her, he had always been gentle with her. Even his grip on her was firm, but loose enough that she could maneuver if need be.

  Her mouth tingled. She yearned to taste him, but first she wanted this moment. She took her time, studying every line, dip, and crevice of him. With her touch, she memorized the tension of his skin. He was so warm, so hot. They probably didn’t even need the heater on. She lifted herself up a bit onto her knees and traced his forehead with her lips before moving down to his temple. The whiskers on his cheeks tickled the sensitive flesh as she continued to trace a path along his jaw, over his chin, and up the other side. Her lips traveled along the bridge of his nose to the top. The transition from surprising softness of his flesh to the prickliness of his beard played to her senses.

  He hands glided up and down her sides, and around to her back. The thin silk of her blouse didn’t block the warmth of his touch. Her fingers trailed down his throat to coast over his shoulders, then memorized the planes of his chest. She hated that he still had his jacket and shirt on, deterring her from seeing his skin.

  “I wish I could see you,” she said.

  She pulled on the tab of his jacket to expose the blue plaid shirt underneath. So close. Only a thin bit of cotton separated her from her desire. She glanced up to study his face. The pupils were blown wide. There were lines of tension bracketing the corners of his eyes and mouth. A muscle worked in his jaw. Tiny tremors racked his body underneath her.

  His hold on her hips was tight, but didn’t hurt her. She smiled and gave him a quick peck on his lips, then pressed her mouth to his as her fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, exposing his flesh. She ran her fingers over his lightly furred chest. The hair crinkled against her fingers, abrading her skin with each pass. She found one of his nipples and the smooth, rounded head of one of the barbells that pierced the nub.

  He groaned when she took the bar between her fingers, and slid it back and forth through the sensitized flesh. She did the same to the other one. His hips bucked up and ground against her silk-covered pussy lips. She groaned and lowered herself down until their groins made contact. More moisture dampened her panties as she rocked against him. The friction against her clit only amped up her desire.

  The kiss turned hungry, needy and filled with possession. Their teeth clashed, their tongues dueled. He held onto her waist and guided her to his fly. Brandon rolled his hips, setting off sparks inside of her as flashes of fire lit up her nerve endings. Energy shivered along her limbs as her orgasm closed in. They weren’t even naked, and she was close. Her breasts ached. Her clothing constricted her.

  She released his tips and clawed at her own clothing, ripping open her blouse and dragging down her bra. Kelly pressed herself against him and moaned at the solidity and heat of his skin. She rubbed herself against him, setting off sparks that shot straight to her clit, increasing her need. Her pussy clenched, and moisture soaked her panties even further. He pulled her up to her knees before he released one of her hips to reach up and cup a full globe.

  She swore when he tore his mouth from hers, and he dragged his lips down her throat and across her chest to circle her breast before lapping at her nipple. She thrust her chest forward encouraging him to take more from her.

  All barriers and past arguments faded to dust as she got what she she’d only ever dreamed about until now. Brandon transferred his attention to her other peak. His other hand slid down to between her thighs to cup her sex, rocking his palm against her clit, bringing her close to the edge.

  A frustrated scream built up in Kelly’s throat. She wished he would slip the gusset to the side and finger-fuck her already. Or hell, undo his fly and let his cock out. She was on the pill and only claim-mated werewolves could produce cubs.

  He tugged on her nipple with a hard pull, setting off a shot of electricity straight to her womb. She cried out as small orgasm rolled over her. As the last of the tingles faded away, she growled. She didn’t want to come like that without him inside of her.

  “Need you now.” She reached down and undid his belt. The fly was between her index and thumb, ready to be pulled down, but he took her wrists and held her still. She glanced up at him, annoyed that he’d stopped her.

  “Not like that, honey.” He took her mouth in a branding kiss before pulling back.

  She let out a frustrated growl.

  He opened up the driver’s side door. Icy cold wind blasted into the vehicle, stealing some of the heat, but doing nothing to cool her down. Her nipples pebbled to painful tips, but her ardor hadn’t faded. If anything, it increased.

  “Out of the car. We’ll get our stuff later. I want to taste you.” A flash of wolf peeked out in his eyes, wh
ich flashed a burnished bronze.

  She refused to make it that easy for him. “Fine.” She scrambled out of the cab, gravel crunching under her heels. “Catch me.”

  She kicked off her heels and regretted it the instant her soles made contact with a sharp rock. “Damn it.”

  He scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the front porch, keys jangling form his index finger. “Gotcha.”

  “I—Ch-ch-cheater.” She stuttered as another chilly wind hit her. It stole her breath but did not dampen the need that strummed her blood.

  “You ran, but you’ll still get rewarded.” His voice seemed to come from the back of his throat. A rumble of sound started deep in his chest and came out of his mouth. Again, his eyes flashed to the wolf’s.

  She shivered and wriggled in his arms. “Hurry up.”

  “As you wish.” He ducked his head and stole a kiss before placing her on her feet to unlock the door.

  Chapter Six

  Brandon pushed open the door, turned back, and scooped Kelly up into his arms before carrying her over the threshold. She squirmed in his hold. He wanted to give her a swat on the butt to stop her from moving. There was no worry of dropping her; he had a secure grip on her.

  “Put me down! Oh my Goddess, Bran that’s such a jinx.” She tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he just increased the pressure of his grip, careful not to hurt her.

  “That’s just silly. I’ve never heard that.” He kicked the door closed with the heel of his boot and advanced further into the living room.

  “Your aunt told me that! She said if your mate carried you over the threshold before the two of you were bonded to each other, it would jinx the relationship.” She wriggled a bit more.

  He snorted. “Aunt Millicent also said if you shift while you have to pee you won’t be able to until you return to human form. She’s a little off her rocker and very superstitious. Focus on us and the here and now.”

  Once they were a good distance in with enough space to not trip or crash into anything, he placed her on her feet.

  “Now turn around and take off your panties. Nice and slow.” He ignored the strangled tone of his voice. The wolf was clawing to get out. He had to keep pushing down the beast. “I promise we’ll claim her soon enough. Stop!”

  The wolf’s fear dampened some of his desire. He could understand why it was afraid. He didn’t want to lose this chance. Just because she wanted sex with him, that wasn’t any indication that she was with him fully. He only had this moment to show her what she would be missing out on.

  He shuffled backward until the backs of his thighs hit the armrest of a chair. Once settled on the arm he took in the scene before him. Pale moonlight lit up the room, bathing her skin in an unearthly glow that made her all the more of a goddess to him. Her curls bounced around her shoulders and slipped along the bright white of her blouse. There was something about her removing her panties and leaving on the rest of her clothing that caused his blood to rise. As if they were in such a hurry that they couldn’t be bothered to get naked, they just needed to give in to the passion.

  She bent down, and he bit his lip to hold back a deep groan of appreciation, but some of the noise came out anyway. Kelly was curved in all the right places, and he loved it. Her thighs were thick and strong, as proven in the car. He couldn’t wait to feel her legs wrapped round his waist as he drove into her wet heat, deep and hard. The image of her bare breasts rose up in his mind’s eye. He’d almost bitten off his tongue. Just the sight of the plump globes had him close to coming in his pants. When they’d started dry humping, he damn near lost his mind and given in to her desire to rip open his fly to let his cock out. He would’ve taken her right then and there with no condom, safety be damned, but his sensibilities had asserted themselves, and he’d remembered what he truly wanted.

  He opened his eyes in time to see her running her hands up and down her legs. They were bare and gorgeous. Next time he’d request to see her in black lace-top stockings, maybe a little garter belt. Hell, he’d buy her some new lingerie just to rip it off. Her skirt was bunched around her waist in a crumple of onyx-colored cotton. She hooked her thumbs into the bit of silk she’d called underwear and, with great care, drew them down. He tracked the progress of the panties until they dropped to the ground, drawing attention to the spiked heels of her black stilettos.

  She straightened up and stepped out of her underwear, still facing the wall. Without her eyes on him, he took his time in appreciating the site of her bare, rounded ass.

  “I think you deserve a spanking.” He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but he wanted to gauge her sexual limits. If she said no, he’d be disappointed but wouldn’t push her to do something she didn’t want or enjoy.

  “Have I been naughty?” She purred. Kelly pushed her hips back, giving him the perfect view of bottom.

  He groaned. Just hearing that rich throaty pitch to her voice made his cock jump.

  “Very.” He pushed off from his seat and strode across to where she stood. Once by her side, he ran a hand through her hair, messing up the waves further. She turned her face toward him. He took in her smeared red lipstick, bruised lips, and wide, brown eyes, which were now the color of espresso. Her dark lashes fluttered and her eyelids slipped down until only a narrow strip of color could be seen.

  “What have I done? Was it when I tried to come in the car? Or maybe you know all about my fantasies?” She pressed her hands to the wall and spread her legs wide.

  Her musky arousal and her mating pheromones drifted up to Brandon’s nose. His desire responded, and he could smell the cologne of his wolf, ready to fuck and claim its mate. He reached out and traced a line down her spine. She shifted under his touch but didn’t protest or demand more.

  “Fantasies? You’ll have to tell them to me in graphic detail. Later though. For now…” His finger traced along the crack of her ass. Then he pulled his hand back and smacked one globe, waited a second, and then petted the sting away.

  She moaned. “More.”

  He repeated the action on the other side, switching from one cheek to the other until he couldn’t take it anymore. The sounds she made, the warmth of her skin, the scent of her need, all drove him to his next move.

  “Turn around.” His voice was hoarse. The wolf was howling to be let loose. “Not yet,” he told it. “She has to be driven to that point too.”

  She did a half turn, going slow, drawing out each movement before turning to face him.

  Standing next to her, blocking the light, he could only see an outline of her body and a few features. “Stay here,” he said.

  He flicked on the lamps one by one. Once they were all on, the room was bathed in a warm glow. He only wished that there was a fire in the grate. That would really set the atmosphere. Later.

  He returned to her, finding her massaging her breasts until the points stood out. Unable to resist, he bent down and took a hardened nub between his teeth, tugging on the peak and sucking it into his mouth.

  She sifted her fingers into his hair, holding him there. He teased and tormented the nub until she whimpered and begged him to fuck her. He released the tip with a pop, showed the other side the same attention, and then kissed his way down her stomach. She wiggled against his mouth, her hand urged him further down, but he resisted the push.

  Once on his knees, he paused to take in the sight. A thin strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair was the only thing to adorn her mound. Here, her secret scent was more pungent. He pressed opened mouth kisses over her bare skin and down the front of her thighs before burying his head between her legs. He lapped up her moisture before paying tribute to her sex with slow licks that traced the seam and flicked over her distended clit. She groaned and gripped his hair tighter, rocking her hips against his mouth. He pulled back and gave her vulva a light slap.

  She yelped and jumped as moisture trickled out of her pussy. He lapped it up before he went back to work.

  “Please, Bran, please. More.” Her ple
as came out as breathy whispers that amped up his desire. He wanted to push her closer to the edge.

  He used his thumbs to part her thickened petals and traced his tongue around her dripping entrance before dipping inside. Her inner walls tightened around the tip, trying to draw it further in. Brandon only teased her more by circling his tongue around the ring of muscle at the entrance and then retreating. He rounded her thickened button, flicked the sensitive head. With each pass, he changed up the rhythm, going slow on some passes and quick on others, making sure she didn’t get used to anything.

  He devoured her sex, memorizing it, taking in every shift of her weight, each movement of her legs, the sound she made as he pushed her to orgasm. Her musk became his air, her body heat his atmosphere, her presence his anchor. His world was her.

  When she came too close, he turned his attention to her inner thighs, marking the sensitive flesh with firm bites and nips, making sure that his teeth made indentions that could be both felt and seen later.

  When she had calmed down enough, he went back to tormenting her clit. She rode his mouth as his name became a chant, a plea, and a curse on her lips. Her fingers had a death grip on his hair, and he was sure in one lost moment that she’d yank a hank or two out, but he didn’t care. His sole mission was her pleasure. His purpose in life was to give her whatever her heart desired. She was his mate and her happiness was the sole goal of him and his wolf.

  “Brandon, dear Goddess, please.”

  He gazed up her body to see tears sparkling down her cheeks. With a growl, he slipped one finger into her sopping core. Her vaginal muscles rippled around that one digit, clinging to it as if her very life depended on it. He dragged it out so slowly and then pushed it in again before allowing a second to join the first, then a third, prepping her for his cock.