by Desiree Holt
His hand touched her shoulder as he guided her out of his office, and again, she felt that snap of energy between them. She’d need all her wits about her to keep from making a fool of herself with the dark, sensual Brian Spencer.
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Walking Regan out of the building, Brian wondered if he had just made a very stupid mistake. The minute he’d opened the building door for her, his wolf gene had woken up and caused his blood to roar through his body.
Mine!
Shit. Just what he needed. Not that he hadn’t waited a long time to find his mate. He just hadn’t expected one in human form. It worked out fine for his brother, Luke, and his sister-in-law, Sierra. But successful human and shifter matings were very rare. Even when the pack had been at full strength and more accepting of outsiders, something like this was very uncommon. Now that they were reduced to such a small group, they all had to be exceptionally careful.
And what would she think if she knew he was half wolf? Could shift from human to wolf and back again? Would she run screaming into the night? Call the police? Shoot him?
But looking at her thick blonde hair with its wild, natural streaks and her eyes like glittering emeralds, her lush yet petite body, he knew he was doomed. Somehow, before tonight was over, and without frightening her away, he’d have her naked beneath him, his cock buried in her cunt, his body imprinted on hers.
Yeah, Brian, good luck to that.
Chapter Two
By the time Brian had prowled every corner of her house and checked every inch of her small yard, Regan was a jangle of nerves. The sexual energy sizzling between them was almost palpable. Although he kept his face implacable, she saw an answering light in his eyes that he quickly extinguished. She wondered if she wasn’t in greater danger from her protector than her tormenter.
He’d told her to close all the drapes and blinds, but she couldn’t help peeking between two of the slats on the sliding door verticals. She could barely see him, blending into the night the way he did. And once, she could have sworn she saw the wolf again.
“Ridiculous.” She let the slats fall into place. “There are no wolves in the city of San Antonio.”
Regan busied herself making a pot of coffee. When Brian let himself back inside, it was ready and she poured a mug for each of them.
“Well?” she asked, watching him over the rim of the mug. “Everything okay?”
“Not as okay as it should be.” He set his mug down on the counter. “It hasn’t rained in more than a week, and unless you have a habit of standing in your own beds of shrubbery there’re some clear footprints that indicate someone has indeed been prowling. I’m going to take pictures of them.”
“Someone was really here?” Her heart began to bang against her ribs.
“I’d say yes. And that’s only what I can see in the dark. Tomorrow, while the office is doing a rundown on all the names you gave us, I’ll do a more thorough check. I also want to make some modifications to your security system and install a new one in your car.”
He had moved as he talked, and now, he was standing so close to her she was afraid to breathe. His masculine scent mixed with something that hinted of the outdoors and teased at her nose. Her nipples, which had softened, snapped back into hard points. She could feel moisture dripping onto the inside of her thighs. What the hell was happening with her? Regan Matthews never ever reacted to a man this way. Especially a stranger.
When he reached his hand out to put his mug on the counter, it brought him into full body contact with her. She felt the hot bulge of his erection through the fabric of his pants and her thin silk skirt. His eyes burned into hers, holding her gaze and making it impossible for her to look away. Her breathing hitched, and her heart rate sped up.
“I’ve never come on to a client,” he told her, his lips a whisper away from hers. “But the minute you walked through the front door at the agency, all I could think about was stripping you naked and plunging myself inside of you.”
Regan was so shocked she couldn’t make herself form words. Maybe because his words echoed her own feelings. Invisible fingers of hot and cold raced over her body, making the entire surface of her skin tingle.
If I had any brains I’d slap his face and tell him to get out of my house.
Instead, she reached out with a shaking hand to set down her own mug and stared back at him. Her entire body throbbed, yet he’d hardly touched her.
His large, warm hands came to rest on her shoulders, and his head bent so their lips almost touched.
“I know this is crazy, not to mention unprofessional, and you have every right to kick me out of here. But if you don’t, I’m going to fuck your brains out until neither of us can move. So which is it, Regan? Stay or go?”
She couldn’t speak, merely lifting her head a fraction of an inch until their lips touched. The kiss exploded, his tongue tracing the line of her mouth, forcing her lips apart, sweeping inside to find her own small tongue and wrapping his around it, sucking it into his mouth. Her head reeled and pulses she didn’t even know she had came to life. His hands found her breasts beneath the thin material of her blouse, squeezing and plumping them, his fingers pinching nipples now almost painfully swollen.
“I have to have you.” His voice was harsh, thick with need as he lifted his mouth from hers. “Right here. Right now.”
“Yes.” She barely got the word out before he was stripping her clothes off, dropping them into a heap on the floor. Seconds more and he was out of his own clothing, pressing her against the kitchen wall and dropping to his knees in front of her. Lean fingers separated her thighs. He bent his head and swiped the length of her slit with his tongue. She shook with sensation, a mewling sound coming from the back of her throat.
Calloused thumbs pressed her labia open, and his tongue invaded her inner lips then circled the opening of her cunt with the tip. She shivered at his touch, her cream poured into his mouth, and her inner walls fluttered in response. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she clutched them for balance, feeling the flex of hard muscle beneath his warm skin. Her head fell back, hitting the wall, but she couldn’t have cared less. All she could focus on was that hot, wicked tongue doing clever things to her cunt. She rocked her hips forward, urging him to plunge his tongue inside her.
When he did, she couldn’t restrain the tiny shudders that raced through her, pulling at her, drawing more liquid from her. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh, as one spasm built on another. When he bit down lightly on her clit, her whole body tried to clench, but Brian was relentless, not giving her a moment to catch her breath.
As each spasm died down, he lapped at her, probing her with his tongue and tormenting her clit until the convulsions raced through her again. She wanted to squeeze her legs together, to push herself over the final ledge into space, but his hands kept her thighs far apart and her cunt open to his marauding mouth.
When he released her and rose to his full height, his chin glistening with her cream, she wanted to scream at him to do it more. Again. Harder. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue, coated with her taste, inside her mouth. This time when he broke the kiss, he lifted her into his arms.
“Bedroom,” he growled, his voice low and rough.
“Upstairs,” she gasped. “First door.”
He took the steps two at a time, holding her as if she weighed nothing, and pushed her bedroom door open with his foot. When he placed her on the bed and stood up, she got her first real glimpse of him naked. Her eyes flew wide open, and her throat was suddenly dry.
He was gorgeous, a towering mass of lean, hard muscles, his chest covered with a pelt of hair as dark as that on his head, stomach flat, thighs made of ropes of muscle beneath the skin. And a thick, swollen cock that made her gasp. It stood straight out from his body, the head a deep purple, pre-cum glistening at the slit, the heavy sac of his testicles resting against his thighs.
Oh, God! He was more magnificent than any man she’d ever
seen. There was something so…animalistic about him. So basic. So primitive. She had to restrain herself from licking her lips.
“You are unbelievably gorgeous,” he rasped, his eyes taking in every inch of her.
He knelt between her thighs, bending her legs and separating them so he had a full, unobstructed view of her cunt. One finger brushed the tip of her clit then drew a soft line down to the opening of her vagina before slipping inside. When he withdrew it wet with her juices, he leaned forward and painted her nipples, then licked them clean, sucking them one at a time into his mouth.
Brian seemed determined to put his mouth on every inch of her body. He kissed his way from the valley of her breasts down to her navel, swirling his tongue in the indentation, then following a line to her mound where his tongue brushed through her curls. Then he turned his attention to the inside of her thighs, trailing licks and kisses from crease to ankle on one leg and back up the other. He seemed to be dedicating himself to eliciting the most pleasure from her. And every place he touched quaked beneath the sensuous onslaught.
Regan couldn‘t help the delicious shivers that raced through her. She’d never thought of her ankles or the backs of her knees as erogenous zones, but under Brian’s attention each place he touched sent darts of pleasure directly to her core. He wielded his mouth like an erotic weapon, attacking and retreating, her need rising with each feathery touch. She heard a low, keening sound and realised it was coming from her,
Trailing his tongue back up to her neck, Brian kissed the hollow at the base of her throat where she was sure her pulse was about to beat through the sensitive skin. When he moved his mouth and bit gently on the tender spot where her neck and shoulder met, she felt the trembling within her begin all over again.
“I haven’t nearly finished tasting every inch of you,” he told her, his voice thick with lust. “But if I’m not inside you in two seconds, I’ll explode. I need to fuck you. Now.”
He grabbed a condom he’d dropped onto her nightstand, ripped the foil open and sheathed himself. Pulling her legs over his shoulders, he took his cock in one hand, opened her lips with the fingers of the other, and with one strong push, seated himself completely inside her.
At first, she tried to pull away. Too big, her brain blared. Too wide. Too thick. As wet and slick as she was, her pussy still had to stretch almost beyond its limits to accommodate his size, and she flinched involuntarily.
“Shh, shh,” he crooned. “It’s all right. You can take it. Just hold still and let yourself adjust to it. God, Regan. You feel like heaven.” He closed his eyes, and a soft growl rumbled up from his throat.
Regan took deep, slow breaths, focusing only on the incredible spikes of pleasure stabbing through her and the growing intensity of the pulse throbbing in her womb. In a moment, she felt her flesh give elastically and adjust to Brian’s thick, hard penis. No other man had ever taken her with such power, such demand and hunger, and that alone stoked her response to him.
Little by little, she felt her inner muscles expanding to accommodate him, felt the spike of desire that jolted her, pushing away any sense of pain or discomfort. And then, miraculously, it was as if they’d been doing this forever. As if his cock was meant specifically for her cunt. A perfect fit. The realisation stunned and dazed her.
“Okay?” he asked after a minute.
She nodded, and he lifted her buttocks, sinking in even deeper.
Her entire body felt stretched beyond endurance, but she was well past the point of discomfort, spinning onto a plane where pinpoints of pleasure stabbed at her. Her blood thundered in her ears. He rolled his hips, thrusting in and out of her, pulling out until only the tip of the head was buried in the clasp of her pussy then driving back inside again.
She lost all track of herself, consumed only by the pleasure burning inside her and the feeling of his swollen cock.
“Pinch your nipples,” he rasped, his breathing choppy. “Now. Do it, Regan.”
As if her hands had a mind all their own, she reached for her nipples, took them between her fingers and pinched them hard. Thunderbolts shot to her womb, and the insistent pounding of her blood in her ears grew louder and louder.
Her orgasm didn’t so much as roll through her as claw its way through her body. The walls of her pussy sucked at Brian’s cock, pulling at it, and her hands clutched at his arms. Locking her ankles behind his neck, she gave herself over to the cataclysmic convulsions. Everything fell away except for the cock pounding into her and the sense that a giant fist had picked her up and shaken her, tossing her into a whirling vortex. She couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another began.
Finally, as she felt Brian gather himself, she fell over the edge screaming his name. He roared his release, bracing himself on his forearms and spurting into the thin latex shield. When the whirlwind blew itself out, he drew her legs down from his shoulders and eased them onto the mattress then lowered himself and rolled to his side, taking her with him. Still connected. Holding her close against him, the sweat on their bodies gluing them together.
Regan could feel their hearts thudding together, hear the sounds as they each drew in a great lungful of air, felt the slowing of their pulse rates.
“Did I hurt you?” His voice was low against her ear. “If so, I’m sorry. I just had such a great need to be inside you. I couldn’t…couldn’t wait.”
“I’m okay.” A little sore but the twinges were more than worth it.
Slowly, as if with great reluctance, he slid his cock from the clasp of her vagina, and rolled off the bed. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the lassitude of the most incredible sex she’d ever had, and listened to him moving around in her bathroom. Disposing of the condom. Washing his hands. Whatever. Then he was back beside her, cradling her against the hard wall of his chest, one hand stroking lazily down her spine.
“I’m not going to insult either of us by apologising,” he said in a lazy voice. “I don’t know if you’ll believe me when I tell you this isn’t the way I usually begin a relationship with our clients. But there was something so strong between us the minute you walked into the office. I know it and you know it, so it would be stupid to deny it, right?”
Regan sighed. “I don’t know what to say. I don’t fall into bed with men an hour after I meet them, either,” she said. “But you’re right. Whatever this is, it’s like a living thing gripping us.”
He tilted her chin up and brushed his lips against hers. “This isn’t the end, either, Regan. I haven’t nearly begun to do all the things to you and with you that I want.”
She looked up into his amber eyes, glowing with satisfaction. “And then what, Brian? Spectacular sex and thanks for the buggy ride.”
He took a long time answering her. “No, I don’t think so. Not at all. But first, we’ve got to catch whoever’s after you. Then we can make plans.” He pulled away from her and sat up. “To that end, I’m going to check and make sure the house is secure. Maybe my truck in the driveway will deter whoever it is tonight, also. Then we’re going to get a good night’s sleep.”
She raised her eyebrows. “You’re spending the night with me?”
He grinned, a slow, lazy, grin. “The first of many. After all, how can I guard your body if I’m too far away from it?”
But at that moment the telephone rang, breaking the mood. Regan looked at Brian.
“Answer it,” he told her. “It’s late for someone to call.”
“It could be something breaking on one of my cases,” she told him and picked up the receiver.
“Hello? Hello? Who’s there?”
There was silence on the other end then a whispered, “Bitch. You think you’ve got it all. Think again.”
She stared at the receiver, now hearing only a dial tone. She looked up at Brian, her hand shaking, and repeated what the voice had said.
Brian’s jaw clenched. “Tomorrow, we’re also putting caller id on your phone, and setting a trace.” He pulled her towards him. “Meanwhile
, let’s go to bed. I can chase the demons away for the rest of the night.”
Chapter Three
Brian looked up as his brother, Luke, knocked lightly on the door frame.
“Aren’t you the early bird?” Luke grinned. “I know you didn’t sleep here last night.” He dropped into one of the client chairs. “By the way, just out of curiosity, where did you sleep?”
“None of your business,” Brian snapped. The urge to shift had been exceptionally powerful this morning, fuelled by his rage at Regan’s stalker. The short run he’d been able to get in hadn’t satisfied his body by half. “Just tell me the geek squad has been running the list of names I emailed everyone.”
Luke nodded. “We’re here to do your bidding, big brother. Care to give me a rundown.”
Brian gave him a thumbnail overview of Regan’s case, hitting just the high spots. “I’m in the process of writing a full preliminary report for everyone now. I want Stan out there today upgrading her security system. I’ve got a key for him to get in.” He reached in his pocket and slid it across the desk. “I’m going to install the system in her car myself.”
“Giving this one a lot of personal attention, are you?” One corner of Luke’s mouth turned up in a half smile.
“I give every case my full attention,” he growled.
“Uh huh. I might take you more seriously if you hadn’t shown up in the same clothes you wore yesterday.”
Damn!
He’d awoken early in the morning, the need to shift fierce inside him. Checking to make sure Regan was still in a deep sleep, he’d slipped downstairs and allowed himself the freedom of a short run. Then he’d been in such a hurry to get started this morning he’d just showered at Regan’s and pulled on the same slacks and t-shirt. Trust his brother to notice.
