by Terry Spear
Brushing his mouth up her neck with whisper-soft kisses, he tangled his fingers in her long hair, squeezing the soft locks in his hands, thankful the redheaded goddess was no longer his fantasy, but tangibly real. Again she pushed her pelvis against his erection, making it clear she ached to have him fill her. Her hands slid down his back and cupped his buttocks, prodding him to enter her.
Making love to her felt more than right. She was feral and willing and throbbing with life. And she was his.
He nipped her chin and then conquered her mouth. Instantly, she flicked her tongue at his lips, teasing him. Catching her tongue, he sucked fervently, making her smile. Again she lifted her hips off the seat, pressing hard against him.
A groan issued from deep within his throat. He continued his slow pace to pleasure his mate, but bad Bella wasn’t cooperating. Sliding his hands up her velvet-soft belly, he cupped her breasts, weighing each bountiful marvel. She marked his neck with her teeth. Another surge of craving crashed over him, titillating him as he attempted to use a slow touch. “You’re beautiful,” he said—but inwardly, not just outwardly, the most beautiful creature of their kind; fun, loyal, and full of heart.
“Quit torturing me,” she breathed heavily against his mouth.
It was his turn to smile. “I haven’t even begun.” Bella frowned at Devlyn, her blood already so hot she felt her car’s heater was on the fritz and they were now in a sauna. His arousal pulsing against her waist and the ache between her legs was driving her mad. “Devlyn, I swear…”
He covered her mouth with his and with long, hard strokes, thrust his tongue deep inside. Hurry up! she wanted to scream at him.
His fingers slid down her abdomen and then massaged her deeply, as if preparing her for his penetration, which she’d been damned ready for ever since she spied him at the zoo.
Again she arched against him, trying to force him to hurry. He throbbed against her and she fought biting him again to get him to oblige. “Devlyn,” she whimpered, bringing a devilish smile to his lips.
She growled in response. Two could play at this game. She attempted to work her hand between their moist bodies to his thickened length, but as soon as her fingers reached his navel, he grabbed her wrist, kissed her hand, and shook his head.
“Bad Bella.”
“Devlyn,” she groaned, the pleasurable ache of his actions killing her.
“If you touch me…” His words trailed off and he worked his hand lower, tangling his fingers in her short curly hairs for a moment, and then dipped even lower.
But she didn’t want his fingers. She wanted his…
“Oh,” she moaned against his mouth when he kissed her hard and stroked her sensitive nub.
“Breathe, Bella,” he said, his tone of voice amused.
But she couldn’t breathe and feel the sensual strokes that filled her with a longing she clambered to reach…a peak of ecstasy that waited at the top, willing her onward.
Never had she thought being with him could feel like this. From their early days of nuzzling and playing, of nipping and biting, of his pinning her down, of her tackling him back…none of that had prepared her for the earth-shattering feelings he now stoked deep inside of her.
“Oh, Devlyn,” she whimpered against his mouth, loving the way he touched her, cared for her, wanted to make the sexual experience last for her. He’d searched for her for years—not to return her to Volan, but to have her like this.
His accomplished strokes sent streaks of pleasure rifling through her like electricity zinging through hot wires, running to the source but not quite tapping into it.
She murmured his name, half pleading with him to finish her off, half wanting it never to end. His actions stimulated every sexual nerve pathway at once and she moaned with deep satisfaction. Scaling the peak, her body trembled with spent passion, contractions rippling through her in an unending stream.
His eyes clouded over as he slowly bore into her. She hadn’t expected him to be so large, or that she’d be so small. But every bit of him felt so good. Entering her gradually, he stretched her to the limit, penetrating her inch by inch.
“Breathe, Bella,” he whispered against her ear, sending a trickle of heat down her spine. “Relax, or I’ll never make it to your special chambers.”
She breathed deeply, unclenching her pelvic muscles. He kissed her lips. “Much, much better.”
Before she could prepare herself, he thrust deep, breaking the membrane. She gasped, unable to contain her surprise at the sting that followed, like a hornet’s hot poker thrust into the skin.
“Are you all…”
She covered his lips with hers and thrust her tongue deep inside his mouth. With her arms secure around his back, she pushed her pelvis higher. No words now. She wanted his seed, his babies, all of him. No going back.
Rocking the SUV back and forth simulated a boat on stormy seas, their heated breaths fogging the vehicle’s windows.
His Bella. She was saccharine and tangy, the old Bella, playful and ornery, and the new Bella, just as fiery, just as fun, but filling a burning need now that Devlyn couldn’t have fulfilled when they were young. How he loved her, from her long shiny red curls to her perfectly trimmed toenails. Every inch of her soft, curvy, warm, and needy body.
Although he still longed to make it last, her hands stroked his back to the base of his spine, drawing him to the peak. Her tongue tangled with his, teasing and sucking. The way her body moved against his, deepening his thrusts, pushed him to the top before he could control himself.
His seed exploded deep inside her, and she spoke his name in a sultry, exhaustive way against his mouth, her body trembling with renewed orgasmic pleasure.
“Oh, Devlyn,” she moaned, her hands shifting from his hair to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her body milking him of every last seed.
“I wanted you, Bella, always have,” he said and then encircled her nipple with his lips and sucked.
She ran her fingers through his hair. “I guess you kind of figured I had—”
Lifting his head, he raised his brows. “Loved me?”
“Had the hots for you. Couldn’t help myself. Once you kissed me—”
“I knew you’d never been kissed like that since.”
“You made it pretty hard for the competition, stud.”
Nestling his face against her cheek, he hoped beyond hope he’d not hurt her too much. He’d wanted the experience to be the most pleasurable one she’d ever had. Then, he wished to repeat the encounter until they were old and gray. He settled on top of her, their bodies warm and wet and tired. But alive. He’d never been so loved, so cared for, so desired. He loved every bit of her, the wild side and the tame. The cautious and the adventurous. For choosing him, when she could have had so many others. “Are you all right—”
“Considering we’re trying to catch a red lupus garou killer and Volan will want to murder us both for what we’ve just done…yeah, I’m all right.”
He ran his fingers over her abdomen in a sensual caress, sparking a surge of renewed interest. “I didn’t hurt you too much?”
Realizing his sole concern rested on how he’d made her feel, not about other world events, Bella smiled. How could she have not recognized how wonderful he’d make her feel? How sensitive he could be?
She quickly squashed that reasoning. The dread of losing him in a confrontation with Volan had been all that had weakened her resolve to have Devlyn. She gritted her teeth, unable to shake the concern that Devlyn might still learn how someone had shot Volan and he died, the only way he could, from silver bullets. Well, snapping his neck would work, too, or drowning, but no way could she have killed him in either manner.
Taking a deep breath, she assured herself Devlyn would think the reds took care of Volan, not her. Nothing could have stopped her from taking the relationship she had with Devlyn to the max. They’d been destined to be together from the moment he’d saved her from the wildfire.
She kis
sed his lips and then sucked on his lower one and released.
“I always dreamed I’d have you for my own. But the dreams could never be this real, or this satisfying,” Devlyn said.
“Hmm, did you dream of making love to me when I was gone?”
“You wouldn’t believe how many times I thought I had you within my grasp, only to find my sheets wet, and no Bella.”
She laughed. “Well, the vehicle’s seat is wet this time, but you’ve got me to blame for it now.”
“I didn’t hurt you too much?” Devlyn repeated, his fingers stroking the curve of her hip with a much too sensual touch.
Already she greedily yearned to have him fill her again. “Only pleasure.” She wondered why she’d ever thought a human could ever be better than the lupus garou who loved her so tenderly.
He studied her face and gathered her in his arms. “Good. I was afraid when you wouldn’t breathe, I’d hurt you too much.”
“Are all grays so…big?”
He chuckled under his breath. “Bad Bella.”
She licked his salty chest, ready to show him how bad she could really be. How would it be to ride him this time? With her handling the joystick? How would it be to set the pace, to be in charge? Could the big bad gray handle the red’s test?
“You’re not finished, are you?” She raised a brow in challenge.
He slid his hand down her thigh. “Does my mate want more?”
“All you can give me.”
“Let’s go inside. Turn on some music, dance au naturel, and take it from there.”
They carried their clothes into the house. As soon as they reached the living room, a solid rapping on the front door nearly gave her a heart attack.
The dreaded image came to mind of police officers standing on her front porch with warrants for her and Devlyn’s arrest…
Chapter Twelve
BOTH DEVLYN AND BELLA SCRAMBLED FOR THEIR clothes, but he had no intention of allowing his mate to face whatever danger waited at the front door. Wearing only his jeans, he stalked across the living room.
Bella whispered wildly, “Wait, damn it, Devlyn. Together!”
The sound of knocking at the back door surprised him further. With a quick look out the peephole of the front door, he saw another of their nightmares…not Volan, as he’d first assumed. But zoo man Thompson. Bella was still buttoning her dress when she headed for the front door, barefooted.
Devlyn said in a hushed growl, “Thompson.”
Her face lost all of its color.
A gentler knocking at the back door sounded again.
Devlyn motioned for her to stay put. In several long strides, he reached the back door. Peering out the side window, he frowned. “Your neighbor, Chrissie,” he whispered. He opened the door partway. “Yes?”
“Hurry, let me in.”
“Do it,” Bella said, her voice hushed, motioning for her to come in.
Chrissie hurried into the house and headed for the front door.
“What the—” Devlyn said.
“Go,” Chrissie waved at them to go down the hall. She considered his bare chest and smiled. “Continue what you were doing. I’ll take care of the menace standing on your front doorstep.”
Bella stared at her and then looked at Devlyn. He joined her and pulled her down the hall and into her bedroom.
With the door slightly ajar and their sensitive hearing attuned, they waited while Chrissie opened the front door. “Well, hello there,” she said in such a sexy voice, Devlyn chuckled under his breath.
Frowning, Bella poked him in the rib. The color hadn’t returned to her face and her eyes were still darker than normal.
“Are you Miss Bella Wilder?” Thompson asked.
“Yep. What’s this all about? You a cop or something? Got a badge?” Chrissie sounded as sugary sweet as could be.
“I’m investigating the disappearance of a red wolf from the zoo.”
“You think I’d keep a red wolf in my house? Ha! Aren’t they dangerous?”
“Were you at Papagalli’s Dance Club tonight, Miss Wilder?”
Devlyn rubbed Bella’s arm and whispered into her ear, “Breathe, Bella.”
“I don’t go to dance clubs,” Chrissie told Thompson, her voice firm but still saccharine sweet. “What makes you think I was there?”
“Can I come in?”
Bella stepped back. Devlyn leaned down and kissed her cheek. “It’s okay, Bella.”
Chrissie said to Thompson, “You haven’t established your identity as a cop yet. I don’t let just any man into my house, despite the fact that you’re a pretty hot number.”
Silence. Then Thompson said, “Messages were sent from an email address that belongs to a Bella Wilder, at this residence. If you didn’t send those messages, who did?”
“Just exactly who are you?”
“Thompson. I have connections with the Oregon Zoo, and, as I said, I’m investigating the disappearance of a red wolf.”
“Got a first name?”
“Look, the wolf may be in danger. I think you and your friends have some notion that Rosa’s safer in the wild than in the zoo, but, as I explained to your friend, releasing a red wolf into the wild can have dire consequences for the animal.”
Chrissie’s voice elevated. “Listen, I don’t like zoos. Let the animals live in their natural habitats. That’s what I say.”
Bella shook her head and then took a step forward, in rescue mode. Devlyn gathered her in his arms, keeping her still.
Thompson cleared his throat when Chrissie didn’t incriminate herself anymore. “That’s just what I figured. So where are your cohorts?”
“What were they supposed to look like? Do you have their names?”
“All right, I’ll humor you. The girl’s a petite redhead with amber-colored eyes. No name though. We found her in the zoo, freezing to death—”
“Naked?” Chrissie asked, the tone of her voice raised in disbelief.
That would take some explaining.
Thompson’s voice showed marked enthusiasm. “Yeah, that’s the one. She’s only considered a witness at this point, though.”
“And…and she disappeared from the hospital, right? I mean, even though cops were watching her, some guy stole her away right out from under their noses.” Chrissie sounded intrigued.
“Yep. Now you remember.”
“The news was all over the papers. Sure, I remember. With a story like that, who wouldn’t have?”
“The guy’s tall, about six-foot—”
“Ah,” Chrissie said, as if she were putting two and two together and coming up with Bella’s old acquaintance.
“Six-foot-one,” Devlyn said under his breath.
Bella pinched his arm. “Shhhh.”
“Dark brown hair and eyes. Muscular. He tried to free the wolf from the zoo on pretenses he was transferring her to another zoo. Then he arrives at the hospital, frees his partner, and vanishes.”
“Wow.” There was another lengthy pause. “But why would she have been naked at the zoo, of all things?”
“Little lady wasn’t talking. She ran off before we could extract the truth from her.”
“But what has this to do with the dance club?”
“You signed off as Rosa, but the email said you were a red wolf seeking a fun-loving red wolf male. Rosa was the name I gave to the wolf that was stolen from the zoo.”
“Ah, well, I had about sixty people here at a party earlier. Someone must have played some kind of a prank.”
“Is that so?” Thompson asked.
“Yep.”
“I want a guest list.”
Bella’s whole body tensed. Devlyn massaged her shoulders.
“You’re not a cop,” Chrissie reminded the zoo man.
“You’re right, I’m not. But I can ask my friend, the chief of police, to issue a search warrant and—”
Bella stiffened her back again.
“Well, maybe, Thompson, we could work up that list over
dinner. You’re not married, are you?”
Again a pregnant pause followed.
Thompson cleared his throat. “No, well, divorced, but—”
“Well, me, too. See we have a lot in common. You like animals and I do also. Maybe you can tell me more about this red wolf of yours. I’ll grab my coat, and we can go to that new Chinese restaurant on Main Street. Got paper and a pen? I’ll make that list for you.”
Another prolonged silence. Then Thompson gave a nervous little cough. “All right.”
He sounded like he’d gotten bamboozled into the dinner date, but maybe he’d find out what he wanted from Chrissie when he wined and dined her. At least that’s what Devlyn would have tried.
Footsteps headed in their direction. Bella backed away from the door, but Devlyn prepared to tackle Thompson if he tried to enter the room. But it was Chrissie. She pushed the door open wider and grinned.
“Got a coat?” she whispered.
“What about your children?” Bella asked, her voice hushed and concerned.
“At their dad’s the rest of the week.”
“What about this list—”
“Don’t worry. Your name will be at the top. Bella Wilder.” Chrissie grinned again. “After I have a lovely dinner with Thompson, and maybe take in a movie, I’ll try to make him forget he was after the two of you.”
“How did you know about Thompson coming here to see me and—”
“My neighbor called and said Thompson had come to her house to see if Bella Wilder had a wolf in the yard or a strange man visiting or living with her. She knew you and I are best of friends and thought I could warn you. He came to my door next, but I sneaked around the back way to your place. I figured you might need my help.” She winked at Devlyn. “You know it’s awfully important to renew old acquaintances without a lot of interruptions.” Her gaze shifted down Devlyn’s bare torso.
Interrupting Chrissie’s gawking, Bella handed her a dressy raincoat. “Thanks, Chrissie, for being such a good friend.”
“Like sisters,” Chrissie said, her chin tilted down. “I owe you for lots of times. What a wonderful night this is going to be.” She exited the room with a definite spring to her step and strode down the hall.
