“I think my mate was trying to prevent your mate from making a mistake.”
There was the sound of a huge crash. “Any idea who she was thinking of asking to change her?”
“I think she was leaning toward a Puma.”
“That won’t do. Tell Tabby that if she can’t talk Cyn out of it, she has to get your Aunt Laura to change her into a Fox. That’s the only other option.”
“Oookay. Do I want to know, or should I flail around blindly?”
Julian snorted. “Welcome to my world.”
Huh?
“Trust me, Bunny. If I could have, I would have already taken Cyn. Nothing would have stopped me.”
Bunny sat up straighter. Something in the other man’s voice called to everything in him that was Bear.
“But the time isn’t right. And until it is, I’ll do everything I can to see that she remains safe. And that means she can’t become either Wolf or Puma, understand?”
“What about Bear?”
“No. Not unless it’s by my hand.”
“Julian—”
“I forbid it.”
“Understood.” Bunny’s foot hit the brake. He blinked. Since when did he take orders from anyone other than his father? “Julian?”
“Just…trust me. Please.”
Bunny looked over at Tabby. The clueless, worried frown on her face told him she had no idea what was going on. But she trusted Julian with her life.
And Julian had almost given his saving Chloe.
“I do.” He hoped the conviction he felt was obvious in his voice. If it wasn’t, he’d reassure the man next time he saw him.
“Thank you.” He barely heard the whispered words before Julian cut the connection.
“I’m going to say it again,” Bunny muttered. He pulled back into traffic. “You have some freaky-ass friends.”
Tabby shook her head. “What the hell was that all about?”
“Not a clue.” And something tells me Julian isn’t much better off. If the Kermode didn’t know the answers, who the fuck did?
They couldn’t reach Cyn before they hit the Sprint store, and by the time they were done, it was late. They stopped for some fast food and ate in the car before heading back to Alex’s hotel room.
“Are you planning on living here?” She winced. She hadn’t meant to ask that question yet. They were newly mated, still learning each other. She had no idea whether or not he’d meant what he’d said in Noah’s that night, about possibly starting up a small business here in Halle.
He frowned. “You’re here.” They got out of the Jeep and headed for the front door of the hotel. “By the way, seen any houses you like?”
She stumbled. Real estate? That sounded permanent. “Um. Not recently.”
Okay. That was a total lie. There was this adorable little red brick house not far from Simon and Becky Holt’s that she’d totally fallen in love with, and it was for sale. The cottage-style house had both whimsy and dignity, with a black front door and shutters, but a garden with stone fairies in it. She was sure that the garden would be full of flowers come spring, hiding the fairies behind colorful blooms.
He nodded. “We’ll need to make an appointment, see what we can find.” He led her inside, his hand drifting down to her ass. “In the meantime, have I mentioned I love those fucking boots?”
Tabby grinned up at him. “Do you?” She put a little extra sway into her hips, his low growl music to her ears. After the night they’d had, they both deserved a little something special. After only two times with Alex, she already knew he’d make tonight memorable.
They entered his hotel room. She stepped inside, a wicked smile crossing her face at the sight of the bed.
She heard the door shut. “Tabby?”
“Hmm?” His voice had deepened, sending a quiver of anticipation down her spine.
“Strip.”
She shivered at the note of command in his voice. She looked back over her shoulder. Her man stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, his legs spread wide. The bulge of his erection pulsed behind the zipper of his jeans. He looked dangerous.
She had two choices. Defy him and see what happened. Or strip and see what he had in mind.
Her hands went to the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She was stubborn, not stupid.
The gleam of approval on his face told her she’d made the right decision. She wasn’t in the mood to fight tonight. She was in the mood to fuck.
She sent him a wicked grin and turned around. She kept her back to him and undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders to the floor. She reached up and played with her nipples, feeling the sting of arousal all the way to her clit. The ring slipped between her fingers, heightening her arousal. She loved having her nipple ring played with. She could hear his breathing speed up, but refused to turn to see what he was doing.
“Now the jeans.”
His voice was a deep, husky rasp. She toed off the boots. There was no way she’d get her jeans off over them. She undid the snap to her jeans, pulled the zipper down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband. She pushed them down her legs, letting him see the thong she’d worn just for him.
“Stop.”
She was bent down all the way, her pants almost to her ankles, but she stopped.
“Put the boots back on when you’re done.”
She smirked. Oh yeah. From the husky rasp of his voice, he really liked the boots. She tugged her jeans the rest of the way off and put the boots back on before straightening up. She stood there, her back to him, in nothing but her thong and her boots. The knowledge that he was thoroughly enjoying the view sent tingles down her spine. She’d never felt sexier in her fucking life.
She heard a noise behind her and risked a glance. He’d undone his jeans, pulled his cock out, and was slowly stroking himself, his gaze glued to her ass.
She let one brow rise. “See something you want?”
His eyes locked onto her mouth. “Hell, yes. Get over here.”
She turned around and rubbed her lips with the tip of her finger. She wasn’t certain he’d wanted her to see the shudder that passed through him, but damn if the knowledge didn’t make her feel even bolder. From the way he was eyeing her finger, she had a pretty good idea of where his thoughts had wandered. “If you get my mouth, what do I get?”
He stalked toward her, his hand still wrapped around his cock. “Good point. How about an even exchange?”
God, just the thought of his mouth on her pussy nearly dropped her to her knees. “I do prefer sixty-nine to sixty-eight.”
Those gorgeous lips of his curved. “I don’t mind owing you one, but I’m not going to complain, either.” He walked past her to the end table and pulled out a bottle with a black lid. He placed it next to the pillow and lay down on the bed. He was still fully dressed, only his cock standing free. “C’mere, baby.”
It was her turn to shiver. The thought of fucking him while he was still fully dressed and she was almost naked was an incredible turn-on. She wanted to feel the stiff cloth of his jeans under her fingers, the soft T-shirt between her thighs. And then she couldn’t wait to turn around and feel the denim scratching her inner thighs while she rode him. The only thing sexier was the feel of his whiskers scratching her thighs.
She pulled off her thong and crawled onto the bed, her Wolf close to the surface. She was going to take her mate, show him how incredible being mated to a she-Wolf could be. She knew the look on her face bordered on evil just before she bent down, lapping at the head of his cock.
Salty-sweetness exploded onto her tongue. Yum. The scent of her mate was strong here, mingling with the smell of his need. It was a heady combination. She buried her face in his balls and licked, sucking one into her mouth. The zipper dug into her chin, making her moan around the sac.
“Oh, fuck.” His hands buried themselves in her hair. “Get your ass up here.” She lifted her head from his lap and licked her lips. He glared down at her. “D
on’t make me say it again.”
Fuck that. If he reacted that way to a little suck and lick, she wanted to see exactly what he would do while his cock was buried balls-deep in her mouth. She slowly sucked him, her lips sliding bit by bit down to the root.
He reared up, his hands pressing against the back of her head, holding her in place. “Oh shit. That’s it, suck it, baby.” He bent over her body, one of his hands going to her ass. He slapped it, hard enough to make her grunt.
She sucked, laving the sensitive opening of his cock with her tongue, drawing out the spicy-sweet taste of his come.
He groaned below her, his cock twitching inside her. His hands moved from her head to her hips, tugging on them. “Gonna let me have a taste, baby?”
“Mm-hmm.” She nodded her head, but refused to release his cock. She’d figure out a way to keep him right where she wanted him while she gave him what he’d asked for.
He moaned, petting her hair one last time before he lay back down. She maneuvered herself until she was straddling his face, eager to feel that hot tongue on her clit.
He pulled on her hips until he had her right where he wanted her. His hands stroked the globes of her ass. “So beautiful.”
That’s when she felt it. The most wonderful thing she’d ever felt in her whole life. Alex pulled her pussy to his face and sucked her clit into that amazing mouth. She bucked her hips, riding him, unashamed. He was fucking amazing.
A slap to her ass reminded her of what she was supposed to be doing. She bobbed her head, taking him back down her throat, swallowing around the head of his cock. His rumble of approval was matched by the thrust of his hips as he began to fuck her face. She pulled back a little, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, letting him control the blowjob while she held on and sucked for all she was worth.
Meanwhile, Alex was driving her insane with that tongue of his. He was eating her like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, leaving no part of her pussy untouched. His hands dug into her ass, pulling the cheeks apart, exposing that part of her that was still virgin.
He lifted his mouth away from her, much to her disappointment, but was soon back, his lips wrapping once more around her clit. She whined around his cock, so close to coming she was ready to scream from frustration. She tightened her legs, the feel of the cotton of his shirt ratcheting up her desire. She let go of the base of his cock and palmed his balls in one hand, rolling them back and forth to his obvious enjoyment. He planted both feet on the mattress and began to seriously fuck her face at the same moment he gently inserted a wet finger into her ass.
Apparently the bottle with the black lid was lube.
The slight sting, the dark invasion, pushed her over the edge. She came, screaming around his cock, riding that finger and mouth until he’d almost drained her.
He kept fucking her in the ass with that finger, stretching her out. She felt the slight burn subside, the pleasure slowly building again.
“More,” he muttered, lapping at her pussy lips. She heard a click and wondered at it. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place while he inserted something wider into her ass. Oh, that stung, stung so good. He must have gone up to two fingers. Warmth spread from where he was inside her. She had no idea what that warmth was, but it felt damn good.
She lifted her head from his cock, ignoring the wet slap of it against her cheek. Her hands dug into his thighs, the denim harsh against her fingertips. She rode his hand, his lips, felt the orgasm racing down her spine again. “Gonna come again.”
He moaned and nibbled her clit with his teeth and that was it, she was coming around his fingers, whimpering and still wanting.
He pulled himself out from under her. “Down.” He held up the bottle and shook it at her with a dark grin.
She went down, her legs so rubbery they couldn’t hold her up anymore anyway. His hand stroked one of her ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh. “I am going to enjoy this.”
She heard the snick of a cap, felt the cold gel glide between her ass cheeks. It began to warm almost immediately. “Alex?”
He bent down and nibbled at her ass. “Mine.”
She felt she’d better warn him. If his cock felt as good as his fingers, she knew she’d enjoy it, but even she knew this wasn’t something you did without some preparation. “Never done this.”
“Good.” The dark satisfaction in his voice had her burying her face in her hands, her hips writhing in the bed. “Gonna fuck this tight hole of yours. You’ll think of me every time you sit tomorrow.”
“Hell.” Like she didn’t think of him too much already!
She jumped when she felt his fingers stroke between the cheeks of her ass, rubbing the lube against the tight pucker. “Gonna feel so good, baby.”
She felt the stretch when he inserted his fingers and wondered if someone could die of pleasure.
Bunny watched Tabby squirming beneath him. He’d never had a lover take to anal play the way Tabby had. She was practically humping the sheets, sucking his fingers into her tight body. And she’d never done this before?
Holy. Fuck.
No way was he going to hurt his virgin mate. Hell, if he’d known she’d never done this before, he would have used even more of the cinnamon-scented, self-warming lube. Not that she’d complained; she’d come as sweet as you please. His she-Wolf seemed to enjoy a little sting of pain with her pleasure.
Despite that, he wouldn’t give her true pain. She might be begging for it, but Bunny knew just how much she could take right now. He reached beneath her and began to strum her clit with his free hand, her sighs music to his ears. He inserted two fingers into her ass, scissoring them, stretching her wide for his cock. He wouldn’t enter her until she was begging for it, her hole wide and inviting, ready for him.
He let her ride his two fingers, taking his time, noticing the way she moaned and squirmed when his jeans brushed her thighs. My baby has a fetish, huh? He’d have to take her more often while still fully clothed if she reacted like this.
“C-close.”
He stirred, letting her feel the denim against her skin and inserted a third finger into her ass.
She stilled, her breath hiccupping. “Okay, baby?”
She snarled, the sound inhuman. One dark brown eye peered up at him through a fall of damp green hair. He could see her fangs descending.
He smirked, the satisfaction that he could reduce his mate to nothing but a mass of wanton need coursing through him. It was better than anything he’d ever experienced.
He fucked her with his fingers, gentle at first. He wanted her used to the stretch and burn of three fingers. He was wider around than that, especially at the head of his cock. When she relaxed back into him, he took his fingers out and added more lube.
She snapped at him, those sharp teeth flashing. Thank God. He was very happy his cock was currently nowhere near her very talented mouth.
He reinserted his fingers and she smiled. She pushed back as much as he would allow, rode his hand with a smile. His other hand remained busy at her clit, keeping her on the edge of orgasm.
When those sweet little whimpers began pouring from her mouth, he pulled his fingers free. “Gonna fuck you so good, baby.”
Her hips lifted in invitation, one he had no intention of turning down. He put a thick coating of lube on his cock and stroked it, knowing she could hear the sounds of it squelching through his palm. “Ready for me?”
She nodded. “So ready.”
He put the head of his cock against her asshole. “Push out, baby.”
He entered her slowly, pausing every time a wince crossed that incredible face. He moaned when the head passed through the tight ring of her muscles. He stilled, letting her get used to the sensation. When she shivered and relaxed, he inched forward. He paused with each stroke to let her get used to his invasion. When his balls finally rested against her pussy, he sighed. “You okay?”
Her lip curled, a fang peeking through. “Peachy.�
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He almost laughed. Damn, she was extraordinary. Her ass pulsed around him. “Need a minute?”
She nodded, wiggling a little bit. Her eyes widened and she shuddered. “Oh fuck.”
“Like this?”
She reached back and stroked his thigh, her nails scratching the material of his jeans. “Need.”
And he would provide. He began with small movements, swiveling his hips every now and then so she’d feel the rasp of his zipper against her flesh, know he was fucking her still fully clothed. Hell, he hadn’t even taken his boots off.
She began to respond. Tabby rocked against him, their movements becoming surer, sharper, the sensation indescribable. He could feel the tingling at the base of his spine, the pleasure already more than he could bear. He needed her to go over with him, needed to feel the clench of her muscles while she came. She was so tight, she might snap his dick off when she came, but fuck if it wouldn’t be worth it.
There, that was the sound he’d been waiting for, that delicious little whimper that signaled she was close. She was pushing back against him, riding him, barely letting him guide her. He lowered himself over her, forcing her down, his hands on her hips keeping her ass in the air. He pulled her hair roughly to the side. He was almost there, his cock throbbing inside her.
Her face was red, her eyes scrunched up, and it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. “Come on my cock.”
He thrust one arm toward her face, hoping she understood what he wanted. He didn’t wait though, he took what he needed. He bit his mate, forcing the mating enzyme into her system, throwing her over the edge into orgasm.
Oh. Oh fuck. So good. So tight. Her scream was muffled against his arm, her teeth clenched, her face screwed up. He could barely move inside her body, she was coming so hard.
It was too much, too tight, too hot and he was coming, pouring himself into her, coming so hard his world turned gray.
She collapsed beneath him and he followed her down, reluctant to leave the tight clasp of her body. He licked the wound on her shoulder, lapping at the blood, her taste exploding inside him.
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