“If you’d like. I know I’d like, but it’s your call.”
She was exhausted. She, and I really, needed a nap. I watched as she pursed her lips and thought a moment. “I want to, but…”
Turning us to the far-left wall, I helped her sit on the warmed slate bench there. “How about I wash myself and we take a nap?”
Her eyes glinted mischievously. “I want to see you come, Patrick.”
My cock liked that idea. “Hmm?”
She leaned forward a bit and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward her. She ran a finger down my length and a magnificent sexual chill went up my spine.
Wrapping her hand around me, she moved it slowly. “When I finally started to get better, one of the things I had to work on was fantasizing. I wasn’t good at it. But one of the things that kept appearing when I tried was watching a man come. I’ve never had the chance and the more I thought about it, the more elaborate the fantasy became.”
I wrapped my hand over hers and carefully repositioned her palm and fingers. Guiding her a bit, I showed her exactly how I enjoyed being handled. “I’m more than happy to help…”
“I can see that,” she said. Her hand never stopped moving, but she peered up at me through her eyelashes. “You’re okay with this? It’s not weird?”
Resting my hands on her shoulder, I shook my head. “Oh, no. This isn’t even remotely uncomfortable. This is a man’s fantasy too… To have a sexy woman with her tight fist moving over his hard cock? And the only goal is to come? Yeah, this is just fine.”
She smiled and looked back at my erection. “I want to touch your…”
“Balls? Sac? Scrotum? You go right ahead and do that, Addi. It’s all wonderful.”
She reached back with her other hand and carefully cupped me. I was melting in this woman’s hands. She was careful and curious but determined. I wasn’t going to last long in her fingers.
She looked up at me again. “Can I…?”
I realized what was going on. “Baby, do what you need to do. I will tell you if it’s wrong or I need you to stop. You have my permission to do whatever you like to my cock, my balls, my body.”
Once more, she dropped her gaze to my erection. I watched her studying me as her hand moved over me. There was something so damn erotic about her gaze—and then her tongue darted out and she licked the pre-cum off the tip.
“Oh, fuck…” I breathed.
She gasped and looked at me.
“No, baby, no. Keep going. It feels good.”
She held my gaze and licked again.
Shit.
“Move your hand a little faster, Addi. I’m going to come for you. You tell me where you want me to.” I wanted to come for her. I was hers to command.
She moved her hand faster, up and down, while her other hand found each of the painfully ripe balls and rolled them gently. The look of genuine curiosity and wonder on her face, laced with the heat of desire, was what I needed.
I pressed my hands to the shower wall above her, just for extra support. This was happening now.
“Where, Addi?” I managed to breathe. “Where…?”
“On my tits—Oh!”
There was no stopping my climax once the word tits left those pert lips of hers. Her hand coaxed the pleasure out of me, directing me where she wanted me. The delight on her face as she controlled me, realized she was the one who made me come, was exquisite. She rung each drop of my cum from my cock, letting her hit her fresh, clean skin, and marveling at what she had done.
I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Now we have to wash you again.”
She grinned. “Yes, please.”
I’d always been afraid that I would feel trapped by a mate. Instead, I felt free. I felt wild. This was what shifters sought their whole lives.
She smiled and unchained me from my past.
Chapter Ten
Patrick kept looking out the window, and even managed to get so distracted by…something, he hit his finger with the hammer.
“Ow, fuck,” he mumbled.
“Stop looking out the window,” I groused. “There are trees and a few squirrels and that’s about it.”
He twitched his nose, which was his new way to tell me that his wolf didn’t like something out there. I walked over to the living room window and unabashedly pulled the sheet to the side and looked.
I screamed and jumped back.
Garrett was standing there, mooning me. I raced to the door and yanked it open.
“You giant jackass! What is wrong with you?”
He couldn’t stop laughing and tripped over his pants as he tried to pull them up. Landing on his side, he finally managed to get them up and tried to stop laughing.
“You’re an asshole, Bro,” Patrick said from behind me.
“I heard her yell at you and I was hoping that one of you would look out the window.”
“What happened?” Zanna skidded around the corner and pulled up sharply, Delia slamming into her.
“He scared me!” My finger shot out accusingly at Garrett. “I pulled the sheet back and he’d slammed his ass against the glass.”
Delia and Zanna snorted and started laughing as well.
It was kind of funny, really.
Jess walked out the front door and quirked an eyebrow at Garrett, who was climbing back to his feet. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Mooning your friend,” he admitted.
I gave him the middle finger and walked back into the house. I needed a drink after that, and not even an alcoholic one. Just something to calm my throat down from the scream I had let out.
“What are you doing?” Garrett’s voice cut through the air.
It was the strangest sensation. Everything and everyone just snapped to attention. It was like a drill sergeant had called everyone to attention, and we all just obeyed without thought.
I also didn’t like the tension in the air. I ran back with the bottle of water in my hand and stood next to Jess on the porch.
Garrett stood on the bottom step, and Patrick a step up behind him. They had their arms crossed, and I saw Delia and Zanna fleeing the scene.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Garrett demanded again. Two men, being held by several of the other workers on site, were sucking air and not saying anything, but they were fighting the pull we all felt in the air.
He unfolded his arms and marched right up to the taller of the two men. Patrick replaced him on the bottom step, arms still folded.
“I asked you a question.” His tone brokered no argument at all.
I heard Jess swallow, and I couldn’t blame her. This was a side I had never seen of Garrett—or Patrick. They were no one to be fucked with in that moment.
The men were suddenly cowering, and there was no doubt they were about to wet themselves in fear. The shorter one spoke up.
“We were told there were some interlopers up here.” There was no mistaking the fact he glanced at me and Jess with disgust.
“And who told you that?” Garrett got right in his face.
“Who do you think?”
“Say it.” Garrett growled, and Jess tossed me a quick look. I had the feeling she was wondering if I knew about her boyfriend.
“Walls. Rubin. Lichten.” The names were spat out, clearly pulled out against their will.
“Are you really stupid enough to listen to them?”
“They’re paying,” he ground out.
“Paying you with what? Money?” Patrick was just as angry Garrett. “They’re exiles. No one in their right damn minds would ever give them a penny to spend. Their fortunes were stripped on judgement.”
“I ain’t sayin’ I know where they get their money. I’m just saying I know they’re paying us. I’ve seen the money. And money is money.”
The taller one nodded.
“So, what the hell were you doing under the house?” Garrett lifted an eyebrow.
“Pfft. Ain’t tellin’.”
There was a crackle in the a
ir, and Garrett poked him in the chest. “I am the Beta of the St. Terese pack, and you are going to tell me what you were doing under my mate’s friend’s house, or you’re not going to get the simple exile of the assholes who hired you.”
The guy clearly didn’t want to tell him, but that spark in the air left no doubt that he was about to open his mouth and spill the beans.
“We were told to make the whole thing go away. To make sure the Yéil family couldn’t live here and wouldn’t live past the summer. I was unscrewing the propane tank. Was gonna set a spark timer, you fucking son of a bitch.”
He was wrestling against the other men and Garrett clearly wanted to rip him apart from mouth to asshole. Not that I could blame him.
It was quiet for a minute, and Garrett looked at his brother. “Take care of this scumbag before I kill him. I’m going to talk to the contractors and see what we have to do to secure this place.”
“It’s not going to help! They’re going to kill her! They’ll do anything to kill her!”
Garrett kept walking.
Patrick looked at Jess. “Please go after him.”
She nodded, squeezed my arm, and ran after him. I stepped up next to Patrick and grabbed his hand—it felt like the right thing to do.
“Hardy, you and your men can take these two down to the lockup on the compound. Call the sheriff’s office and have them send Roberts to deal with this. Make sure Roberts knows exactly what they said, and about whom.”
“Yes, sir,” Hardy said and jerked his head toward the van. The men pulled the two interlopers down the walk to the driveway.
“They’re all going to die and you know it!”
Patrick didn’t say a word, but his hard look was all they needed to see to know what he really wanted to say.
Hardy hung back a moment. “Patrick, you know he’s right. They aren’t going to stop until they kill her.”
“I know.” Patrick nodded. “We’re working on that. My father and Garrett and the other Alphas.”
“It would be a boon if she could return.”
Patrick pursed his lips. “Yes. That’s why we’re on this. Trust us.”
“Of course, sir.” Hardy nodded and headed off to help the others with the prisoners.
Patrick waited with his arms folded until they had loaded the men up and locked the van. Someone had tied them up before shoving them in the back.
I had questions, but he took my hand and led me into the house. A hot rush of desire washed over me, and I gasped, losing all the questions out of my head.
Patrick’s step hitched, and his eyes bugged out a bit. He glanced at me. “Are you kidding?” he whispered. Running to the window in the living room, he peeked out into the woods. I followed, and we both saw Garrett’s truck…
“Is the truck thrusting?” I whispered.
“No, it’s reacting to the occupants.”
“Jesus… Patrick, what is going on here? Why do I feel so…hot?”
“And bothered?”
“Fuck yes.”
He cursed softly. “Alpha effect.” He put a finger to his lips and led me through the house to a bedroom and shut the door.
“When an Alpha, like Garret, has to pull out that quality, it affects his Beta and his enforcers if they are nearby.”
I was absently scratching my arm to distract myself from the burning need that had flared up between my legs. “What do you mean affect? Garrett’s not the Alpha. Not yet.”
“He’s going to be and it’s hard to keep that shit under wraps. You saw him just now.”
“And you. You weren’t pulling punches either.”
“I’m going to be his Beta. I don’t pull punches. The only people I have to listen to are Dad and Garrett. I’m pretty damn powerful myself.”
“So, what’s the effect you’re talking about?”
He cleared his throat. “If there is no mate around, you just need to shift and run like hell. If there is, well…”
“Oh.” I glanced at the window. “So, the truck’s occupants were thrusting.”
“Addi…” Patrick’s words were strained.
This wasn’t just me. This was some kind of shifter thing that I was a subject to now. “This has to do with me being your mate.”
“Yes. I’ve never experienced this before. Jess knew what was going on, which was why she took after him. It happened the other day.” Now, instead of his voice being strained, his pants were. He took a deep breath. “I’ll run this off if you’re not—”
I thought I was going to die from the lust. “Yes,” I breathed. “God, yes, please.”
He grabbed me and spun me against the wall. “Addi, this is driving me…”
“Then drive into me,” I managed before his mouth hit mine with the heat of a thousand suns.
His lips were controlling, and his tongue demanding. I drove my hands into his hair and pulled his whole body even closer. He held me tight against him with one hand and palmed my breast with the other. “Tell me to stop if—”
“Shut up and fuck me, Patrick,” I bit into his words, letting go of his head so I could shove my pants down and off my legs.
They didn’t make it all the way off, but one leg was free and that was enough. He wasn’t letting go of me, so I moved to his fastener and shoved his jeans down just far enough to pull his erection free.
He was hot and hard, even harder than the other day when we weren’t able to get out of the bed for the whole day. I’d loved how sweet and tender he was with me then, allowing me to explore and stop and start.
He’d even gone down on me and said absolutely nothing about the mangled mess my sex was. Instead, he’d made me come on the tip of his tongue at least four times that day—as if he couldn’t get enough of me.
This time, holding his hard cock in my hand, I knew there was no way for him to be gentle or soft. He was being driven by a primal urge to mate.
And I was totally here for it.
Running his hand down my ass, to my knee, he lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist. “Show me where I go, baby, let me feel you around me.”
I nudged him right against my entrance, and we both groaned as he slid right inside. I could barely believe I was this wet and ready for him, but he wasn’t waiting.
Moving his hips, he started stroking in and out of me. It wasn’t rough, but it was hard, determined.
“Addi…” he managed to barely mumble.
This was still amazing to me. Sex with someone who understood, a connection that went deeper than just his cock inside me. He needed me at that moment, needed to let his wolf ride me, and I wasn’t even remotely frightened. Because his wolf wanted to protect me too.
He slammed his hand on the wall next to me. “Fuck.”
“Go,” I whispered. “As hard as you want.” I nipped his earlobe, and then let my lips find his neck. I licked and nibbled for just a moment before he grabbed my other leg and pressed me up against the wall.
Each slam of his body against mine hit my clit, and I had to bite my lip from yelping in ecstasy. His body fit mine, he knew it already, and he knew the ins and outs of what made me come.
Specifically, his in and out.
I leaned into his ear, panting, and whispered, “Fuck me, Patrick. Ride me hard.”
“Oh, God, baby,” he bit out. “Touch yourself. Help me out—I need you to come first.”
My fingers found their way down to where he slid over me, into me. There was so much heat and wetness between us. I was glad for the wetness—much more heat and we’d both explode.
The pressure of his erection pushed my finger against me even more.
The door opened. I caught a brief glimpse of Jess, her eyes going wide, then the door slammed.
Patrick tried to care. “What…”
I laughed. “Don’t stop! Don’t you stop! I’m almost there!”
“Who was—Mmph!”
I slammed my mouth over his and pushed my hips into him. It didn’t matter if we were caught, I
just want to come.
He grunted, and with a twist of his hip, he forced my finger to a new spot, one of the highly sensitive ones, and that was the end of me.
Biting down on his shoulder, I managed not to scream. He slammed into me a few more times, and I felt him come deep inside me. I thumped my head against the wall as he pressed me back a few more times, wringing the last of the pleasure from our bodies.
“Holy shit,” he breathed. His eyes snapped to mine. “Addi, are you all right?”
“Oh, hell yes, I’m all right,” I breathed. “Jesus Christmas and a candy cane, am I all right.”
A chuckle slipped out of him, and then a smile. “Good for you?”
I put a hand on his cheek. “Great for me.”
He backed away, slipping out of me. We both whimpered with the loss, then laughed.
“Well. I’d like to try that again, not against a wall,” he said.
“I liked the wall.”
He laughed. “Who came in?”
“Jess,” I answered. “She was looking for the tool belt on the bed. It’s Garrett’s.”
He patted me on the ass. “I’ll go pretend I’m pissed at them. It’ll get Garrett all worked up again. Maybe we can walk by the van and laugh loudly.”
That had me laughing. “You’re evil!”
“Back in a minute.” He grabbed the tool belt and headed out of the room.
I pulled my pants back up, and there was a little nip of pain on my lower back. Putting a hand on it, I giggled. Wall rash.
Good for me.
* * *
The food was sitting in my stomach like a lead weight. Coffee was the absolute last thing I should be drinking, but I couldn’t not have some after I made it.
Pouring in some creamer, I looked around at the tension in the air between my friends. “It’s kind of crazy. We came up here to hang out and we’ve been so busy.”
Delia seemed thrilled to have something to talk about. “Right? I had no idea this was going to be this insane.” She dumped way too much sugar in her cup.
Zanna leaned forward. Her smile telegraphed terrible things. “So. Jess. Did we help you forget your miscarriage?”
Brandy slammed her hand on the table. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I didn’t have a lick of psychic ability, but there was no question the room flashed to red anger from Jess. She leaned forward and snarled.
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