Wolf Mate

by Natalie Kristen

  Releasing her, he went to the door and slammed it shut. Locking it, he turned and stalked towards her.

  Melynda began to back away, hearing her own heartbeat thundering in her ears.

  Her breathing and her pulse quickened, and her senses came awake with a jolt.

  She could feel the heat from Dax's broad body, and see his muscles tense under his shirt. She could smell his scent, a strong, masculine smell. As he kept moving towards her, she saw his throat move soundlessly and his nostrils flare as a wave of arousal hit her.

  Melynda gasped when she realized that he could scent her arousal.

  Of course he can. He's a wolf.

  The thought that he could read her body made her even...wetter.

  He knows what I want.

  And he's going to give it to me, right now, right here.

  Melynda panted, feeling a sudden spike of panic. She had never felt like this before. It was a heady mixture of fear, excitement and fierce, pulsing desire.

  She wanted him.

  And it scared her.

  Melynda made a small, strangled sound as she glanced from the locked door to his grim face. She should try to fight this. Fight him. But there was no way out. Dax was between her and the door, and he was much stronger and faster. He would catch her, if she made a dash for it. But she had to try.

  He looked too dangerous, too feral, and the dark desire burning in his eyes was making her heart rate escalate and her thoughts spiral into forbidden territory.

  Breathing hard, she backed slowly away from him as he took another step towards her. Her hips hit the edge of his desk and she felt around behind her for something, anything to distract him. Her fingers closed around his empty coffee cup. Gulping, she gripped the handle and tensed. This would have to do.

  As he came nearer, his silver eyes settled on her lips and the look in his eyes made her clench her muscles suddenly as a rush of moisture pooled between her thighs.

  Dax let out a growl at her scent.

  Without another thought, not that she was capable of any coherent thought at the moment, Melynda grabbed the cup and hurled it against the side wall, hoping it would distract him so she could make her escape. The cup smashed into pieces on the wall but Dax didn't even turn his head. His eyes were locked on her as she ran hard for the door.

  Dax moved so silently and swiftly she didn't even have the chance to react. One moment she was gunning for the door, the next instant she was in his arms, pinned against his chest.

  His arms were around her waist, and he spun her around to face him. She beat her fists against his chest, but it was like she was punching the wall. She was just hurting herself. She tried to push him away, but he only clamped his arms around her, imprisoning her and holding her flush against him. She gasped as her felt her breasts press against his hard, solid chest, making her nipples tighten and ache. As his lips brushed over hers, she swallowed at the heat and hunger emanating from every pore. Against her will, she felt her body melting against his straining muscles.

  “Dax...what do you want, Dax?” she whispered, blinking up at him.

  “Don't you know what I want, Melynda?” he answered harshly against her ear.

  “Dax, please...”

  “Do you know how long I've wanted you?” he hissed. “Do you know how much I've thought about you, Melynda? I want you, so badly. I want to hear you scream my name and beg me not to stop as I plunge into you over and over again. I want to taste you, and feel your hot, wet pussy quivering as you come. I want to torment you, and take you, and make you mine. Mine!” His stubble grazed against her cheek as his nails dug into her arms. “I want every inch of you, every sweet, soft inch of your body. Do you understand, Melynda?” he grated out as he bit her earlobe, her jaw and her neck.

  His bites were insistent, angry, possessive, and it made her even wetter. She wanted to feel his mouth, his teeth, his tongue all over her body, kissing and licking the most sensitive part of her. Oh yes, she wanted him to torment her, and take her.

  She arched her back as he sucked hard on her neck. “I...” She gasped as he unbuttoned her blouse and pressed his lips to her cleavage. She forgot what she was going to say. All she knew was how good it felt, how crazy good it felt to have his mouth on her. He unhooked her bra and kneaded her breasts with his hands, thumbing and pinching her nipples. She raked her fingers through his hair as he suckled her hard. She was half naked but she didn't care. In fact, she wanted to get fully naked with him. She was going mad or blind with lust. She couldn't think, couldn't see, couldn't speak. All she wanted was more, more of Dax. All of Dax.

  “Is this what you want, Melynda? Of shall I stop?” he hissed against her neck.

  “No, don't stop!” she panted. “I want you,” she whispered. “I need you...inside me.”

  She felt his lips curve up as he nibbled down her shoulder. She was almost boneless with need. The ache between her legs was growing, throbbing, tormenting.

  Dax held her securely in his arms, and lowered her onto the couch. She heard him unzip her skirt and the next instant, her skirt and panties were gone. Dax was kneeling between her legs, his silvery eyes raking over every inch of her body.

  “Dax...”

  “Come for me, Melynda,” he growled. “Scream for me.”

  Her entire body jerked as he pushed her legs apart and started to take her with his mouth. His tongue was relentless, punishing and torturing her as he took her to the very edge and then withdrew. He sucked and flicked at her swollen clit, and licked hard at her clenching pussy, making her thrash her head from side to side in want and need.

  When he pushed a finger inside her, she cried out and ground against his hand, needing more. Slowly, he pushed another finger into her, and then another, stretching her to the point of pain. “So tight,” he murmured. “So fucking tight and wet.”

  Melynda gripped the sides of the couch, her need so tightly coiled low in her belly it was a physical ache. She raised her head to stare into Dax's silver eyes. He held her gaze as he lowered his mouth to her pussy. This time, his tongue and lips took her pussy fiercely, demanding she yield and surrender her pleasure completely to him. Melynda spread her legs wider for him as he growled, “Scream, Melynda. I want to hear you scream my name.”

  He pushed his fingers deep into her and thrust hard as his tongue swirled around her engorged clit. Melynda let out a sob as a sudden and violent orgasm seized her. She threw her head back and screamed, as she came so hard under Dax's mouth. Her whole body felt like it was being consumed by fire. She was burning, drowning, falling. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision, but she could only see flames and lightning.

  What?

  Well, yes, her orgasm was scorching and electrifying, but...fire and lightning? Her senses must be playing tricks on her.

  Melynda shuddered violently, feeling Dax's fingers still sliding languidly in and out of her. Gradually, her body quietened down and Dax withdrew completely from her.

  As her vision and senses returned, she tried to close her legs, suddenly feeling very exposed.

  “Don't.”

  She looked up, taken aback at his command. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but he pressed his palms against the insides of her thighs so that she remained spread open for him.

  “I want to look at you. I want to see you spread wide for me, your pussy swollen and wet with your come. I want to see how you look just after you've come for me. I want to see what I have touched and tasted, but can never have.”

  Melynda stopped resisting and just let him devour her with his hungry, tortured eyes. She could feel herself become wet again under his gaze, and she turned her head to the side, unsure of what she was feeling and what she wanted.

  He hadn't really taken her. He hadn't even taken off his clothes, for crying out loud. He was still in control, while she was sprawled naked on his couch, her legs spread for him and her body limp and flushed with pleasure. With every shallow breath, she could feel her need still pulsin
g deep within her. She felt strangely, starkly empty. And angry.

  She had been powerless to resist him. Dax Ferro took what he wanted, and made no apologies for it. She'd heard the other secretaries gossiping about his conquests. They had seen him checking into hotels with a different woman each weekend, and Monday mornings were always filled with furious whispers and giggles.

  She admitted she had a crush on him. And he had used it, used her. She was just another one of his countless conquests. Only...she wasn't. He hadn't fucked her. She had felt his raging erection when he pressed her against him, but she hadn't even glimpsed his infamous, voracious cock.

  It...wasn't fair.

  His words echoed in her mind.

  I want to see what I have touched and tasted, but can never have.

  Dax...can never have her?

  Why couldn't he have her? Why wouldn't he want to make love to her? Was she not good enough for him?

  Did he know what kind of witch she was?

  Pressing her hand to her mouth to stop a sob from escaping, Melynda tumbled off the couch. Blindly, she grabbed her clothes off the floor and started to dress. She pulled on her skirt and buttoned her blouse with shaking fingers, keeping her back to him.

  He had released her the moment she pushed off the couch, and he stood behind her silently, not uttering a single word.

  Hurriedly and haphazardly dressed, she headed straight for the door without looking at him.

  She heard him call her name but she refused to look back. Jerk!

  Fool!

  He was the jerk and she was the fool.

  Grabbing her bag, she marched to the lift lobby and jabbed furiously at the button. Only after she had entered the empty lift and the lift door had closed did she allow herself to collapse. Her knees buckled and she slumped against the side of the lift.

  “Why did I let him?” she whispered. “Why did I let him make me feel so...?”

  She swiped at her eyes. “So cheap!” she spat at her reflection in the shiny lift door.

  Straightening her clothes, she ran her hands through her hair and glared at herself. “Well, he had his fun. So now it's my turn!”

  Dragging her phone out of her bag, she called her date and apologized profusely for being late.

  “Yeah, there was some last minute work to be done. But I'm on my way now. Are you still at the restaurant?”

  She tried to smile as she spoke into the phone, so that her date could hear her sincerity and enthusiasm. Even if they were faked.

  Faked sincerity. An oxymoron, if ever there was one.

  Melynda choked back a bitter laugh and said brightly, “Great! I'll be there in twenty minutes. See you, Steven!”

  CHAPTER THREE

  She left. She fucking left. And he let her.

  What the hell was wrong with him?

  Dax closed his eyes, breathing in her scent that lingered on the couch, in his office, on his clothes. Her scent was everywhere. He was still hard, needing and wanting her more than ever.

  But she was gone. He saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes as she stumbled blindly past him and fumbled at the door. The curses she muttered had been directed at him. Dax speared his fingers through his hair. He shouldn't have let her go. He should have...what? What should he have done?

  Claimed her? Marked her?

  All he knew was that he should not have let her go like that. Hurt and humiliated. He wasn't playing with her. He would never toy with her. His lips and fingertips burned with the memory of her. She was exquisite, so damn beautiful, and he had almost lost his mind and his control when he'd first penetrated her with his finger. She was so hot and tight. And so ready for him.

  He smashed his fist into the wall. Melynda. Melynda. Melynda!

  It was impossible to get her out of his mind.

  With a roar, he strode out of the office. As he rushed to the lift lobby, he saw Ian Robertson poke his head out of his office. Seeing it was only Dax, Ian simply shrugged and ambled back to his desk which was overflowing with files and papers.

  Dax knew exactly which lift Melynda had taken. Her scent was so strong, and he could tell that she had leaned her head against the side wall. He could smell her shampoo. He would find her. He didn't know what he would say to her. All he knew was that he had to see her. Just one look. Just to make sure that she was all right.

  She's not all right. She's not like all the other women you fucked. She means something. And you—what you did, meant something to her.

  Dax growled. He should never have touched her. Now that he'd had a taste of her, he could never take any other female. He was ruined. He was damaged a long time ago, but now, he was utterly ruined.

  As soon as the lift door opened, he followed her scent out and sprinted out of the building. He stopped and took a deep, painful breath.

  She had stood right here, at this very spot, by the side of the curb, shivering and willing her tears not to fall. He could still smell her fear, her pain, her anger.

  He turned his head sharply, following her scent down the street. Her scent was fainter, but still distinct. He was certain she had gone this way, probably in a cab.

  He would follow her.

  Dax started to run. His jacket flapped behind him as his long legs pounded down street after street. He was a powerful, skilful runner, his physique lean and athletic like most shifters. He ran for mile and miles, not slowing down, not hesitating as he followed her scent.

  Everything was sharper, clearer even though the sky was fully dark. The light from the street lamps glinted off his silver eyes, as he zeroed in on Melynda. He could smell her so clearly now. She was near.

  Then he saw her.

  She was sitting in a restaurant, smiling, laughing with a golden-haired man. Her mouth was smiling, but her eyes were not. They looked lost, sad and vacant.

  Why did she do this to herself? Dating men she had no interest in?

  Dax closed his eyes. Who was he to judge? He did the same thing to himself, sleeping with women he had no interest in.

  Dax put his hand against the tree, digging his claws into the bark to stop himself from going any nearer. He could see her very clearly from where he was, across the street from that cozy Italian restaurant. He saw the blond man lean forward and reach out across the table to take her hand. Dax gouged out a huge hunk of tree but he managed to remain where he was.

  Melynda didn't try to pull away from the man's grasp. She allowed him to hold her hand, and even managed to nod and laugh at whatever lame little joke her date had just made.

  She wasn't in danger. She wasn't being harassed or threatened. He should just leave, leave her alone and let her get on with her life.

  But he couldn't.

  He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. He just couldn't walk away. Not from Melynda. He had to go to her.

  Dax crossed the street and stood at the window, staring into the restaurant. Melynda's eyes flicked suddenly over her date's shoulder to the window.

  He saw her gasp, her eyes rounding when she saw him.

  She swallowed and jerked her hand out of her date's grasp. Her trembling fingers began to fiddle at a button on her blouse. Dax wished she wouldn't do that. It just drew attention to her lush, sweet bosom.

  Dax's eyes raked down her flushed face to her chest. He saw her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing, and every inch of him throbbed at the memory of her beautiful naked breasts. Her nipples had pebbled at his touch, growing hard and erect in his mouth. She had tasted so damn good.

  Was her date staring at her chest as well?

  Dax let out a menacing growl. He sensed that her date was a shifter. Dax was an alpha wolf, a Silver Wolf, and he could easily take down any shifter, especially a shifter who dared desire Melynda.

  Just as Dax made a move towards the restaurant entrance, he saw Melynda push back from the table. Her date got up as well, and offered her his arm. They were leaving.

  The door opened with a cheerful chime and Melynda stepped out w
ith a stocky young man with unruly golden hair. Dax caught his scent. The man was a lion shifter, and he was young, close to Melynda's age. Dax growled. That feline would be wise to step away from Melynda. Just get his paws away from Melynda and run along.

  Dax let out a low growl. He would have the young lion cub for breakfast.

  He saw Melynda gasp, then narrow her eyes at him.

  “What are you doing, Melynda?” he said quietly as he approached her.

  “I...”

  The young man stepped between them. “Who are you? Are you stalking her? I saw you at the window, peeping in and leering at her. Go away, before I call the cops.”

  Dax raised a brow. The youngster could talk and act tough.

  “Leave us,” Dax told him, keeping his eyes on Melynda. “I don't want to hurt you, feline.”

  The young man bristled. “And I won't hurt you if you leave now, werewolf.”

  Dax almost smiled.

  Youth was wasted on the young.

  “Melynda,” Dax growled her name.

  She shook her head slowly. “You should leave, Dax. Just...go.”

  The young man's eyes darted between Dax and Melynda. “Wait. You two know each other. What's going on here? Who is he, Melynda? Do you want to go with him?”

  “No. No, I don't.”

  “Okay. You heard her. The lady said no. And no means no.” The foolish young man stabbed a finger into Dax's chest, trying to shove him back.

  Dax didn't move an inch. His expression was stony and his eyes never left Melynda. The young man took Dax's lack of reaction as a sign of weakness and tried to sucker punch him. In a flash, Dax caught the man's fist in his palm and his eyes blazed silver.

  The man whimpered in pain but Dax refused to let go. His grip tightened on the man's fist, crushing it slowly.

  The young man roared in pain and shifted into his lion form. Dax was forced to release the massive paw as the lion pounced and tried to knock him to the ground. Dax moved out of the way at the last instant and watched the lion roll on the ground and twist round to face him. Dax let his claws slide out silently, his stance relaxed.

  There were some muffled screams and shouts from passersby and onlookers. Pedestrians hurried into the shops and restaurants, thinking they would be safer indoors. They didn't want to get caught between a lion and a wolf. Dax didn't care about them. Neither did he care about the snarling, scrabbling lion in front of him. All he cared about was Melynda.