by Emma Dawn
All of it seemed to have left my tongue for my nether regions. I paused as a thought passed through my mind. “I’m going to undress you, Keenan, but for every one thing you tell me about yourself, I’ll remove another layer from you, or me.”
His eyes popped open wide and then narrowed. “A game then?”
I bit my lower lip and nodded as I slid my hands around the waistband of his pants. “A game. How many layers are you wearing?”
“Too many,” he grumbled.
I laughed and made myself step back. All I wanted was to rip our clothes off and throw myself at him. A twinge of guilt slid through me as I thought of Lyric. He’d made me laugh and there had been the music between us that I’d not ever experienced in my life.
Keenan watched me closely. “You are struggling with this.”
I put a hand over my face. “I want you, Keenan, but . . . I . . .” God, the words did not want to come out. “My husband cheated on me, and it made me realize how fickle people could be. I don’t want to be that fickle.”
He stepped closer and slid an arm around my back, tugging me gently to his chest. I pressed my face against the thin shirt he wore.
“I was with Lyric last night,” I went on, “and there was a connection with him I did not expect for only knowing him such a short time. Now, here I am with you, and I feel that same draw to you that I did to him. And that makes me feel guilty.”
There, I’d said it.
“Guilty to have so many amazing men in your life, all who want you and are willing to share?”
I looked up at him to see the edges of his eyes crinkled and a big smile on his lips.
“Are you teasing me?”
“Ah, Cassie. Your heart is too big, and your worry is not needed. The seven of us are well aware that you will be drawn to us all. We are good with that. If we weren’t, we’d be fighting each other right now.”
Horror flickered through me. “I don’t want that.”
“None of us do. We all get along. We all respect one another.” He kissed the top of my head, breathing in deeply while he rested his mouth there.
“Except for Raider.” I spoke with a certainty I felt through my bones.
“Yes, he’s always been difficult. A weak Alpha.” He stopped himself from saying more.
I let myself rest against his chest, absorbing the warmth that seeped through him into me. Slowly, the guilt faded as his words stuck with me. Like Ally, I’d been treated badly in the past by the men in my life. I loved deeply, and hard, and true, and that meant I fought with all I was worth for the man that I thought loved me the same way. Of course, none had.
But I had a feeling this was different. That these werewolves were men of their word and would show me a loyalty I’d never had.
At least, that was what I hoped for.
“About that game?” I whispered the words and Keenan tightened his arms around me.
“If that is what you want.”
I groaned. “I want you naked and me on top of you, but I want to know at least a little about you first. Let’s make an attempt to talk, okay?”
He kissed the top of my head again, his big hands making circles over my back that made my mind slow and my desire rise.
“Were you going to ask me a question?” There was laughter in his voice as I rubbed my face against his chest.
“Hmm. Yes.” I let his smell sink into me a little further. “How long have you been a werewolf?”
“Since I was ten.”
Shock filtered through me. “That’s young.”
“Not as young as you, and I was an orphan on the streets with my brother.” His eyes were soft as he spoke.
I stepped back, remembering my part of this, and slid off my top. He gave me an appreciative growl. Then I stepped forward, back into his embrace. His hands were hot on the skin of my back and I wiggled, wanting more of his touch.
I thought a moment. “What is something you do for fun?”
Laughter rolled out of him before his answer. “I chase cars.”
“You do what?” I pulled back and looked up at him, frowning. Surely, I’d heard him wrong.
“I chase cars at night, in my wolf form.” He grinned a bit sheepishly—which made me smile even wider. “The lights and the honks of the cars on the road, it’s fun. Like a video game I played when I was a kid. The trick is to get as close as you can without getting hit, of course.”
I couldn’t help laughing as I grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head. “You mean Frogger? You play with the cars like the Frogger video game.”
“Ahh, I’ve been trying to remember the name of it for years.” He smiled down at me, and I struggled to keep my eyes on his face and not stare at his damn fine chiseled chest. Forget it, I was going in for the goods. I stepped up to him and once more he wrapped his arms around me. Each article of clothing that left our bodies cranked the heat up another notch, and another, and another.
“Who is your best friend besides your brother?”
“Wilder.”
My pants came off.
“What do you love about being a werewolf?”
“Freedom.”
His pants came off.
“Why do you want to protect this pack?”
That question made him pause. I watched his eyes even as my hands itched to stroke him all over. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear when I stripped him of his pants, and we were down to my bra and panties and that was it. This question would be my bra.
I wasn’t sure I could hold off long enough to ask one more question to get my panties off.
“This pack is my family. They are my people, and my strength. They are my entire world, and I would die for them.” His eyes dropped to mine. “You are a part of that now, Cassie. Whether you want it to be that way or not. My life for yours if it comes to that.”
The breath in my throat hitched and tears gathered in my eyes. He lifted a hand and brushed the trailing wetness away.
“Why have you not run away, Cassie? Why are you not afraid of this life?”
“Because I have never felt peace like this, and if I am honest, I know it is where I belong.” The words were out of me before I could filter them, before I could catch them and make them sound cleaner, less crazy.
He lowered his mouth to mine, slowly, until our lips touched. “Beautiful woman, you need to take your panties off, seeing as you just answered a question.”
His words shot a sizzle of heat all the way to my pussy that left me shivering. I tucked my fingers into the top of my panties and slid them to my knees, but that meant I was bending over. Bringing his cock right into line with my mouth.
Perfect.
My tongue darted out, and flicked over the top of his hard length.
He groaned. “You play dirty.”
“You have no idea.” I spoke so my lips moved over him. He let out another groan and tucked a hand under my chin, pulling me upright once more.
“We can always get to that later.” His mouth descended on mine with a warmth so intense, it was like he’d lit a fire inside me. A fire I wanted to consume every inch of my skin.
I slid my hands across his chest and flicked my fingers over his nipples, drawing them to attention like good little soldiers. I couldn’t resist and let myself pull from his mouth to flick my tongue over the nubs.
His breath came in a sharp hiss. “Sweet Jesus, I’m going to lose this game.”
“Hardly Jesus here. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t approve of this.”
A laugh boomed out of him, and I laughed with him. His hands encircled my waist once more and he scooped me up and put me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
I squeaked, secretly pleased at the way he could manhandle me. I squirmed on his shoulder and he bit the side of my ass cheek. I squirmed against him, liking the sensation more than I cared to admit out loud.
Keenan obliged, as if reading my mind, and bit me again, a little harder at the same time as he dipped a t
hick finger into my warm, wet center. From where I was, my ass was in the perfect position for him to play.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered as he slid his finger in and out, parting the folds to find my clit.
“Hmm, this is a new position for me,” he said. “You like it?”
“Yes, please. Don’t stop.” I managed to get the words out, but just barely. Hanging where I was, I couldn’t even reach his ass cheeks. His wide shoulder pressed into my belly, and his one hand wreaked havoc on my senses. I closed my eyes, and let him do what he wanted.
Two fingers slid into me and slowly stretched my pussy, opening me to him, the sensation sweet and full of anticipation. I’d seen the size of his cock, and I was sure he was doing this so he didn’t hurt me. And that only made me want him more. I tried to lift my ass so he had better access to all my parts.
He bit me on the soft side of my cheek again, and I let out a moan. “Keenan, harder.”
With a grunt, he thrust his fingers deeply into me, twisting them around so his thumb rested over my clit. Oh, God this was about to get good.
I whimpered as he started to pulse his fingers in and out, and the rough pad of his thumb brushed over my throbbing, aching clit. The warmth of his skin under me heated even more as he worked my body into a writhing mess, pulling tiny moaning sounds from my mouth as he brought me closer to orgasm. I wanted to hold off, but the rolling feeling of a scream built at the back of my throat, begging to be released. I wanted him, I wanted all of him inside me and I cried out for more.
He slowed his hands, pulsing them carefully in and out while I struggled to keep my ass up. “Please, don’t stop, Keenan, please.”
Once more, he settled into a pace that had that rough edge of his thumb pressing and stroking my clit, and his two fingers inside of me found my G-spot. Heat and fire from his hands. The wetness of my own body, the whimpering that escaped my mouth. The sensations overwhelmed me as my body began to dance and jump on his shoulder. I climbed the heights of pleasure with his hands guiding me.
“Please!” I cried out the one word, not caring I was begging, only needing that sweet release before my mind went mad with wanting him. He clutched at me hard, pressing fingers and thumb against my sensitive bits hard enough that the change in pressure sent me into oblivion.
The crest burst over me in a shower of sparks that scattered from my clit and pussy and swept upward to every part of me, every inch of skin. Slowly, Keenan pulled me off his shoulder and into his arms, cradling me.
“Wow.” I stared up at him. “That was a first, getting my ass handed to me on a shoulder.”
He grinned down at me, his eyes lit with excitement. “We’re hardly done here.”
Chapter 10
Keenan’s pale blue eyes all but glowed in the light of the candles around his room. The flickering flames reflected off his dark skin as though he were a fairy tale prince come to life. Which I suppose in some ways he was. Just not the G-rated version of any fairy tale I knew.
Triple XXX-rated was more like it.
He laid me on the big bed and started at my ankles, kissing his way up my inner thigh until his nose was a breath away from my clit. I wanted to grab his head and hold him there, beg for him to help me come again, and again, until I had no breath left in my body.
He nipped my inner thigh, making me jump and my heart rate escalate. “You good, Cassie? Do you know what you want?”
I nodded. “More than good. And I want you to fuck me, Keenan. I want you to ride me until we both collapse and think we’ve died and gone to heaven.”
A low growl escaped him, but still there was that twinkle in his eyes that soothed any concerns I might have. “As my lady commands.”
His tongue flicked out along my clit, pressing against the already swollen and throbbing beast between my legs. I arched my hips up and he stuffed a large pillow under them, tipping my hips up perfectly for his mouth. For a big guy, he was amazingly flexible, and I was grateful for it as he slid between my legs and put his mouth over my clit and sucked—hard.
I groaned and finally let myself grab his head, holding him where I wanted him, his warm, wet and insistent mouth demanding I give my pleasure over to him.
But he wasn’t done with me. Not by a long shot.
With his hands free, he slid the one back to my pussy and put the tips of all his fingers inside the edge of the folds, pressing carefully. A stretch of my inner walls as he pressed further, and harder, that made me gasp and arch my back to him at the delicious sensation. Welcoming him. His other hand slid back to my ass. He swept one finger down through the hot juices spilling out of me and then back to my tighter ring.
Carefully he slid his finger into my ass, drawing a low, purring moan from my lips. “Ah, yes, Keenan. That’s amazing.” And it was amazing, the pulse and pull on my throbbing clit, the push of his big fingers into my pussy, and the sensation of him stroking the inner wall of my ass. My body fought to know which one to react to. All of them. All of them were making me shake and whimper, all of them were doing terrible things to my mind in the most delicious of ways.
“I’m coming,” I cried out, suspecting he wanted to know.
He pulled his mouth from my pussy and both hands from inside of me and set his cock against my opening. “I’ll go slow.”
“I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” I pulled him toward me, my mouth finding his, tasting my own desire on his lips and tongue. The tip of his cock pressed hard against my pussy, and the angle of my hips helped to bring him into me.
The size of him stretched me and I groaned as the flutter of pressure ratcheted upward more than a few notches. But all good notches, and I wanted that edge of pleasure and that feeling of almost too much. Carefully, and so slowly, I thought I would lose it right there, he slid into me.
“God, Cassie, you’re so fucking tight. I don’t know how long I can last.” He burrowed his face against my neck, taking deep slow breaths as if to control himself as he held perfectly still, completely sheathed inside me.
“Keenan, I want you, and we have all night to explore your ability to last longer.” I forced him to look at me, lifting his face with my hands. “Fuck me, my wolf.”
With his eyes on mine he slid out of me, and then back in. I arched my body as much as I could, wanting to help him. My hips had a mind of their own, and I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t think anymore, until I felt nothing but his slick skin against mine, until I saw nothing but those pale blue eyes, until I heard nothing but his voice caressing my name.
I let my legs fall to the sides as he thrust into me harder, and harder, faster with each stroke. My body climbed once more toward that peak and I knew I was going to come with him in me, with my pussy wrapped around his cock begging for more. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as his breath came in ragged gulps.
Waves of heat spilled off him and through me; his hand slipped between us and flicked my clit just once, driving me to my orgasm.
That was all it took.
I screamed as the climax caught me off guard, my pussy clutching at his huge, hard cock as we rode the heights together. I wasn’t sure, but one of us, maybe both of us cried out as we came and the world seemed to fall away, leave us floating in the depths of an afterglow so intense, I wasn’t sure I could climb out of it.
Slowly, so slowly, I fell back to the bed. Keenan was heavy on me, as he fought to get his breath back.
“You okay?” I stroked a hand down his back in slow circles like he’d done to me earlier.
“I might have died,” he mumbled, and I couldn’t help the soft laughter.
“Died, but miraculously still alive now. Maybe Jesus did have something to do with this.”
His laughter rumbled through to me.
I didn’t want to move. Even now, his cock was a hard, thick weight inside my pussy and it felt so good. So right. Like he belonged with me at least as much as Lyric did.
I closed my eyes and did a Kegel, my pus
sy grabbing at him. “Ready to go again?”
He lifted his head, a wry grin on his face as his cock began to fill me once more.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
*_*_*_*
This time when morning rolled around, Keenan was still in my bed, unlike Lyric who’d had to leave after our night together. I ran a hand down his broad back, reveling in the feel of his warm skin, in the way his muscles jumped under my fingertips.
“You feel like little bolts of electricity,” he mumbled into the pillow.
I lifted my hand. “You want me to stop?”
There was a knock on the door before he could answer and Wilder stuck his head in. “Time’s up, Keenan.”
I remembered then that Keenan had said Wilder was his best friend. Which meant I should be able to get more info out of Wilder as the day passed. That was my hope, anyway. I slid to the edge of the bed and strode across the room to the small bathroom. I expected Keenan to watch me go, and even swayed my hips an extra notch or two for his pleasure. What I didn’t fully expect was Wilder’s eyes on my bare skin like branding irons, they were so hot.
Where Keenan was a warmth that soothed and made me feel as though I were deep in a world of safety, the heat off Wilder was one that would consume me if I let it.
I closed the door of the bathroom behind me with a hard click and leaned against it.
The shower was anything but the over-the-top washroom that was Ally’s master bath in the Hive. This was a simple shower, with one head and no tub. Fine by me. I flicked the water on and waited for it to heat up, then stepped in and let the water wash away the night before. Not that I wanted it to go, but I knew I would be with another man tonight. Brennan, Keenan’s twin, to be exact.
I let out a soft groan at the thought of Keenan’s twin, my body tightening already. I put my head against the tile of the shower and drew slow breaths. The click of the door behind me told me Keenan had come in to say goodbye. Screw Wilder for breaking up my party with the gorgeous werewolf, I still had a little time with Keenan and I was going to make the best of it. And apparently he still thought we had time together too, slipping into my shower as he was.
