Sinfully Sweet Wolf (Shadowpeak Wolves Book 2)

by Sadie Carter

  He could take her with both arms bound, but he admired how she defended Cassie. “I will,” he said solemnly.

  Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she saw him standing there, waiting. She couldn’t believe he was still in Addison. A week had passed since his arrival, and she hadn’t expected him to stick around longer than a day or two.

  “Jay, you don’t have to keep picking me up. I can make my own way home.” Since he’d arrived, he’d been driving her to and from work.

  When she’d asked him if he didn’t have something better to do, he’d just told her that nothing was more important to him than her. God, she wished she could believe him. She wanted to. The longer he stayed around, the more he got under her skin. She liked his company. He was funny, sweet, and protective. Not to mention goddamn gorgeous. It was hard to resist him, and she was starting to wonder why she was putting up a fight.

  He had to be needed back at Shadowpeak, yet he’d never once mentioned going back to the Pack. Never tried to push her. There was still a small part of her that worried she would make a mistake, would end up like her mother.

  She pushed that thought aside. Jay wasn’t her asshole father. And she wasn’t her mother.

  He’d made a mistake and hurt her, sure. But he certainly seemed sincere in his efforts to prove she meant something to him. And he’d been right, she didn’t understand pack politics. So maybe there had been mistakes made on both sides.

  “Actually, I wanted to take you on a picnic.” He gave her big, puppy dog eyes.

  “All right.” Wow. She hadn’t intended to sound quite so eager.

  Ella laughed. “Oh girl, you have it bad.”

  Cassie blushed, but she slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow as he escorted her out of the bar.

  * * * * *

  “I can’t remember the last time I went on a picnic,” Cassie said as she lay back on the blanket Jay had spread out on the grass. “That was delicious.”

  “Have some more grapes.” Jay pulled a purple grape free of the bunch and held it up.

  She considered telling him that maybe they should continue to get to know each other without sex clouding things.

  Ha! Like that was ever going to happen. It was getting harder and harder to resist him.

  So, she sat up on one elbow and leaned over the remains of the cherry pie to take the grape into her mouth, aiming for seductive. Instead, she miscalculated and rocked forward, landing right in the cherry pie.

  Sweet Jesus.

  “Shit! Cassie, you okay?”

  With a groan, she sat up and looked down at the damage. Shit. “Only I would manage to fall into a cherry pie while lying down.”

  Jay gathered up some napkins and attempted to clean her off. She grabbed his wrist, stilling him. Each brush of his hand against her nipples sent her into a tailspin.

  “Umm, I think we better just go home,” she told him with a sigh. Hard to be seductive with a giant red stain over your boob.

  Was that disappointment in his eyes? It was gone too quickly for her to figure out. He stood and nodded. “Sure, just let me pack up this stuff, and I’ll get you straight home.”

  * * * * *

  Cassie walked into the living room of her small apartment, anticipation, and nerves jangling inside her. She turned to look at Jay. “I’ve got to take a shower.”

  “Oh, okay.” He looked around him. “Do you want me to go?”

  Trying to push her nerves to one side, she held out her hand and asked him, “come shower with me.”

  His eyes lit up. “You sure?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He grinned as she pulled his t-shirt off. The sight of his muscular chest stole her breath. She clumsily attempted to undo his belt. He brushed her hands away, stripping the rest of his clothes off himself.

  When they were both naked, she tugged him into the bathroom. He clasped her waist, setting her up on the counter before turning the shower on. Moving back to her, he crouched before her, splitting her legs wide.

  Using his fingers, he opened her lower lips, blowing lightly on her clit. Cassie fell back against the wall, moaning.

  “You are so fucking amazing.” He leaned in and licked her folds delicately with the tip of his tongue, sweeping slowly up and down.

  He stood and dragged her off the counter, sliding her down his smooth, taut body. She stared up into his gaze, amazed at the dark, deep sensuality she saw there. She placed her arms around his neck and let him carry her into the shower.

  As he washed her shoulders, the sight of his chest became too tempting. Leaning in, she licked his nipples. She felt hungry, needy.

  “I’m trying to get us clean.”

  “I’m not stopping you,” she murmured, kissing her way from one shoulder to the other, across his strong chest then down his stomach. She knelt on the bottom of the shower and gazed at his erect cock. Grasping the base, she gave his shaft one long, slow lick.

  She gazed up at him. He was leaning back against the shower wall, his hands clenched as he stared down at her, his gaze filled with wicked demand. She slapped away the hands that reached down to grab her.

  “Uh-uh, I’m not finished. Pass me the soap.”

  He handed her the soap, and she began washing his legs, moving up taut calves to his strong thighs. When she reached his groin, he parted his legs. She took her time washing his balls, playing with him lightly.

  “You’re killing me,” he protested as she moved up to his flat stomach.

  “What do you mean?” She stood and slid her soapy hands up his arms, over wide, broad shoulders and then down to his chest, running her thumbs over his nipples.

  “Babe.” He grabbed her thumbs, stilling them.

  “Just making sure they’re clean.” She gave him an innocent look, which he met with a glare.

  “Turn,” she demanded.

  He turned.

  “Spread your legs more.”

  He moved his feet apart.

  “Yum, I like it when you’re so obedient.”

  He growled, and she grinned. She slid her hands down his powerful back as she knelt once more. Reaching around his front, she grabbed his cock, pumping it in her hand as she ran her mouth over his buttocks, biting then sucking.

  “Turn back around.” Her voice was more a husky plea than demand. He turned, and she gazed up at him. Water hit her face before he moved the showerhead, directing the flow elsewhere.

  “I’m about to damn well explode.” His breathing had become harsh, his voice rough with arousal.

  “Poor baby, I thought that was the idea. For you to explode?” Before he could grumble at her further, she reached forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. He slid in deep, and she began to suck firmly, moving up and down his shaft with long, swift movements.

  His hands clasped her face, but he let her set the pace. She moved harder, faster until he gave a shout and thrust deep, his essence hitting the back of her throat. When he was spent, she drew back, licking every inch of him.

  Jay pulled her to her feet. Grabbing her shower gel, he squirted some onto his hands before washing every inch of her body with firm strokes. He turned her around and ran his hands down her back, massaging her bottom then moving down her long legs.

  Working his way back up, he lifted her leg, placing her foot on the built-in bench. He soaped her stomach, running one hand down between her folds, cleaning her thoroughly, driving her mad with his soft, sweeping touches. Pressure built in her body, so strong and violent she thought she’d explode if she didn’t find some relief soon.

  When he pulled his hand away, she was hot and pulsing.

  “Jay,” she wailed.

  “What?” he teased. “I’m cleaning you.”

  He moved his hands to her breasts and dropped his mouth, sucking on first one nipple before moving to the other. Then he stepped back and directed the spray over both of them, rinsing them clean.

  He turned the water off and held out a hand. “Come.”


  Body trembling with desire, she took his hand, letting him tug her out of the shower. Grabbing a fluffy towel, he dried them both. Each swipe of the towel over her sensitive nipples, her needy pussy, was its own sort of erotic torture.

  “Jay, please.” She didn’t care that she was begging, didn’t care about anything but the pleasure.

  “Shh.” He placed a finger over her lips. “Lean back against the counter.” She peered behind her and braced her bottom against the edge of the vanity.

  “Hold onto it.”

  She held on tight as he stepped up close to her, gasping as her nipples brushed against his overly warm skin.

  “You’re so gorgeous,” she panted.

  “Thank you.” He grinned before leaning in and grabbing her lower lips between his teeth. He bit down.

  “And mean,” she wailed. “You’re torturing me.” She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

  “Are you all hot and bothered?”

  “Yes,” she sobbed as he rubbed his body against hers. His hand slid between her legs, his thumb flicking her clit. One finger slid inside her. It wasn’t nearly enough.

  “Look at me,” he ordered as her eyes began to flutter shut. She opened them wide, looking up into his intense blue gaze. “I need to see your eyes when you come.”

  She gasped, overcome at this whole new level of intimacy. It was hard to keep her eyes open as another finger joined the one in her sheath, pulsing inside her as his thumb drove her higher.

  She was going to shatter, she knew she was. When she came, she kept her gaze on his, let him anchor her as she shook and spun within a storm of decadent delight.

  They stumbled into the bedroom. Cassie peered over her shoulder as she fell on the bed and realized he wasn’t beside her.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He stood a few feet away, looking unusually indecisive.

  “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to stay. Don’t get me wrong, I loved what we just did. But if you need some space then I can leave.”

  “I’m tired of thinking. I don’t need space tonight. I need you to hold me. Come to bed.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “I’m sure.”

  A purely male, self-satisfied grin crossed his face before he moved to the bed and tenderly, lovingly kissed her. Slowly, so slowly that it almost pained her, he drank from her lips, caressed them with his tongue, swirled over them, around them as she opened, inviting him inside.

  Taking his time, he explored her mouth, playing with her, touching nothing but her lips. Shrouded in heat, she moved restlessly on the bed, wishing she could feel his body against hers. As if he heard her wish, he lay beside her.

  Cassie’s nipples stiffened, thrusting upward as if begging for attention, and it was attention they got. His heated, liquid mouth surrounded one sensitive bud, sucking upon it as her hands grasped his shoulders, holding on, not daring to let go for fear she’d float away.

  She whimpered in loss as he pulled back, sitting up.

  “Easy, baby,” he spoke huskily. “Easy, now, I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”

  Leaning against the headboard, he patted his lap. Dazed with desire, she straddled him. His thick shaft brushed against her core, sending her nerve endings into a tailspin.

  “Oh, please.” She wasn’t above pleading, but he wasn’t to be rushed. His hands cupped her breasts as if weighing them, his thumbs rubbed her nipples. Back and forth, side to side, round and round.

  Hips tilting, she begged for more, and he obliged, moving one hand down her stomach until a single finger circled her entrance, slipping easily inside. One long, slow glide then fast and hard, he thrust his finger in and out as his thumb flicked her clit. Cassie cried and crumbled, her muscles clamping down hard as orgasm rocked her hard and fast.

  Crashing, she fell against his chest sobbing.

  Fascinated by her, enchanted by his woman, he watched with supreme satisfaction as she succumbed to a hard orgasm. He maneuvered her until she lay on her back between his outstretched legs, facing him, her thighs clasped around his hips.

  Smoothing his hands over her soft stomach, he ran them down over her hips before massaging her strong, lean thighs. He kept his movements slow and sensual, watching as her chest rose and dropped, her pulse beating rapidly.

  “Jay.” Just his name caressing the air was enough to have him snapping. Reaching underneath her, he claimed the firm globes of her bottom with his eager hands. Using the added strength of the wolf, he easily lifted her, spreading her open, drawing her sweet entrance up to his mouth.

  “Jay.” This groan was louder, slightly alarmed, although in no way a protest.

  “Shh, my love, you’re all right. You’re safe, lie back and feel. No talking, no moving, just enjoy.”

  Drinking his fill with his gaze, he watched as her puffy, pink lips opened for him, allowing him to view her glistening inner essence. Unwilling to curb the impulse, he leaned in and inhaled, savoring her scent, drawing it in until it became a part of him. One leisurely, long lick of her had him closing his eyes in total rapture as the taste of her slid along his tongue.

  Her cream called to him, a thick, smooth slice of bliss. For a moment, he teetered on the verge of sensual madness, the urge to take her so strong he had to pull back and grit his teeth as he searched for some restraint.

  Unable to stay away from her for long, he circled her clit with his tongue as he tugged her even closer, forcing her hips up and resting her legs over his shoulders.

  Thighs quivered beside his cheeks as he heard her breath quicken, felt the muscles of her bottom tighten. Firming his tongue, he tapped harder, faster as her hands clasped at the sheet beneath her.

  Laying her back, Jay moved until he knelt between her spread thighs and captured her mouth in a blistering, melting kiss.

  Slipping inside her silken warmth, he rocked back and forth. She tilted her hips up, meeting each of his powerful strokes, letting him fill her to the hilt. He fought for each breath as his vision blurred around the edges. He stared down at her where she lay beneath him, looking like sensual sin, her eyes dazed, slumberous, her breathing rapid.

  When she came, he felt every clenching pulse. It pushed him over the edge, and he immediately lost himself in her arms, slamming into satisfaction with a force that both titillated and thrilled.

  Cassie snuggled in close to Jay, resting her head on his chest.

  “I can’t seem to keep my hands off you,” he muttered.

  “I’m not complaining.”

  She nuzzled the tempting chest in front of her, licking and nibbling. Moving back, she ran her hands over his strong upper body, her thumbs brushing his nipples, smiling at his shuddering sigh.

  “Your body makes me think wicked thoughts, you know.” She confided this in a hushed whisper, a trembling secret shared between the two of them. “Since the first time I met you, I fantasized about touching you like this, of being allowed to run my hands over your skin, to stroke and savor.

  “To kiss.”

  She kissed her way down the middle of his chest until she encountered his bellybutton.

  “To lick.”

  Her tongue followed the track her lips had forged, licking over slightly salty skin, enjoying the taste, the textures of him.

  “To caress.”

  She worshipped his arms and shoulders, caressing his arms and down the strong muscles of his back before cupping and squeezing firm, rounded buttocks.

  “Do you know how much time I spent checking out this ass?” she asked.

  His eyebrow rose arrogantly, and she hid a secret grin. “Oh, the way I drooled, the way I yearned…I’m pretty sure my thoughts are illegal in some states.”

  “Maybe you should demonstrate,” he suggested. His face was calm, but she could hear the strain in his voice.

  “Well, there was this one fantasy, but it would require some cooperation from you.” She peered up at him through her lashes, hoping she appeared seductive rather than sim
pering.

  “Tell me.” His voice was pure order.

  “I think I’ll show you instead.”

  * * * * *

  He couldn’t believe it. Was amazed he’d let her do this to him. His arms and legs were spread-eagled over the bed and tied with scarves, his eyes encased in darkness with a sleeping mask covering them. This was not quite what he’d had in mind when he’d encouraged her to act out a fantasy.

  Of course, he could easily free himself, tear the scarves she’d used to try to hold him. But that was where his cooperation came in.

  Besides, turnabout was fair play. And he had a few desires of his own he longed to act out later.

  He figured he’d been lying here for at least five minutes now while she bustled around in the kitchen. His sweet innocent could act out any and all fantasies that she had—he was pretty sure he would have done them all before.

  But never with her.

  And that made all the difference to him.

  What truly amazed him was how at ease the wolf was. He’d expected the beast to bristle at being tied down, but the wolf felt indulgent, almost amused. Something he’d never felt from it before. Maybe it was because the beast knew they could easily free themselves or maybe it was because this was Cassie and the wolf would give her whatever she needed.

  He heard her light footsteps, slightly hesitant. Her heart was beating fast, was she nervous or turned-on? Maybe a bit of both. Then her breath tickled his ear as she leaned in and whispered, “I want to give you as much pleasure as you give me. To make you crazed, to make you beg, to make you scream. And you will.”

  Hmm, maybe his sweet innocent had another side.

  Warmth covered his chest as something hot was swirled around his nipples. He gasped in shock. Cold followed as her chilled mouth covered first his right nipple then his left.

  Just as her mouth was warming, she withdrew. He heard the clinking of ice before she took his mouth in a kiss that started cool but soon morphed into a sweltering inferno. Lips and tongues dueling together, she drove him wild with her teasing. She pulled back when he tried instinctively to take over.