When his hand on my lower back urges me closer, I melt into him without a second thought. This man makes me want to do things I’ve only fantasized about.
The elevator dings, momentarily breaking the spell between us. Without missing a beat, he leads me down the hallway toward his room, the light click of the door closing us inside.
Fear weaves its way back into my mind. I don’t know this man, but I willingly came up to his room. A barrage of what-ifs has my blood pumping harder. My first instinct is to check in with my wolf, especially since I haven’t felt much of her since Granger first grabbed my hand. Diving inside, all I sense from her is . . . contentment?
Okay, so she’s not worried that this man could potentially kill me.
This whole evening has been one strange event after another. On the one hand, I’m having a small freak-out, on the other, something about him feels right. If I was well and truly uncomfortable around him, I wouldn’t have agreed to a drink in the first place.
That’s got to mean something. But what, I don’t know.
Granger retreats a few steps, almost like he’s reading my mind. “Come. Have a drink with me.”
I follow him, and when I round the corner, my eyes widen at the size of the space. “Wow,” I gasp. “Nice suite.”
The living room area is decorated minimally with cream-colored furniture and a modern open kitchen where the color scheme continues. But the main focal point drawing my attention is the view.
Windows run the expanse of one wall. With the curtains pulled open, the sight is breathtaking. I cross the room to get a better look. The moon sits high in the sky, illuminating the empty field below. The shadowy wasteland, as beautiful as it is haunting.
“Here you go. It’s just water.”
“Thank you.” I take the glass, but instead of drinking the liquid, my eyes linger on the windows. He mirrors my actions. Neither of us speaks, the quiet between us only broken by the occasional sound of him sipping his drink.
It’s not an awkward silence, yet for some reason, I feel like it needs to be filled. I’m sure I’ll regret whatever is about to come out of my mouth. I generally do.
“Sorry if I seem quiet.” I glance down at my glass. Are my hands clammy, or are they moist from the condensation? I look back at him when he doesn’t say anything. “It’s just been a while since I’ve been . . . and I’m kinda freaking out over here.” His only response is a smirk. Now would be a good time to stop talking, but I keep going. I’m off to a good start embarrassing myself, no point in quitting now.
“Don’t get me wrong, I want this.”
“But?”
“But a part of me thinks you’re a crazy murderer who’s lured me back here to kill me. Which I know sounds ludicrous.” I blow out my cheeks.
Okay, silence filled.
Let’s see how long it takes him to escort me out of here. If he still wants me around after I said all that, then I need to rethink who the crazier one is between us. What man wants to be called a murderer? Total mood killer, for sure.
No pun intended.
His face lights up, drink halfway to his mouth. He quirks an eyebrow, and I prepare myself for the rejection that is sure to come. His shoulders start to bounce, and then the most infectious laughter fills my ears. He’s laughing so hard that he bends over, bracing one hand on a leg.
That could be a good thing. Have I amused him with my antics?
He straightens and wipes a tear from his eye. “I must say, that’s a first for me. No female has ever told me I was giving off ‘murderer’ vibes before.”
I shrug. “Sorry?” I didn’t know what else to say. I’ve sworn off men for the last eight years, so I’m a little rusty in the flirting department. Well, I’m rusty everywhere where men are concerned. I’m so far out of my element here. Cue the weirdness.
“No, please, you have nothing to be sorry for. I think you’re fascinating.” His laughter fades, his expression turning serious and making my heart gallop. “Even though you accused me of being a killer, I find you incredibly sexy, and your innocence and shyness appeal to me very much. In fact, I want nothing more than to kiss you again.”
Hunger stirs inside me, but he doesn’t make a move like I expect him to. He searches my face like he’s waiting for my permission.
He finds my nonsense sexy.
He didn’t kick me out after my confession.
He still wants me.
Why am I not saying anything?
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes, what?” His voice drops to a husky tone.
The pulse between my thighs grows stronger. “Kiss me.” He plucks the drink from my hand and sets it on an end table.
Mine, my wolf sends me again. She’s currently prancing around while I’m frozen in place, caught between wanting to jump him and not wanting to seem desperate. He pauses to search my face again. When he finds my feelings haven’t wavered, he gathers my body in his arms.
My lips part on their own, desperate for his taste again. His hand rests over my collarbone, his thumb rubbing circles on my throat. My hands work their way up his chest, stopping over his heart. The rhythm is strong beneath my palm but also fast—like mine.
My eyes flutter closed when he leans toward me. I can feel him hovering over my mouth, can practically taste the vodka on his breath. I clutch his shirt and pull him to me, hating that what I want is so close but not close enough. But when he doesn’t move, I flick my eyes open.
He flashes me a sexy grin. “Patience, Little One.”
Patience?
This isn’t the time for patience, not when his body is against mine. He flicks his tongue out and runs it across my bottom lip. I don’t even try to contain the moan that slips out. My need for release is building, the pulses at my core now a steady beat. I shift my weight, rubbing my thighs together, seeking relief from the ache inside.
He captures my lips in a brutal kiss, his restraint no longer intact. The kiss is all-consuming. Every bit of air that was in my lungs is now gone, and I still crave more. Our hands each roam the other, exploring as much as we can, as fast as we can. I reach up and undo his hair, feeling the waves fall to his shoulders. I want to see what he looks like with his hair down, but I also don’t want to end this kiss.
A hiss followed by a groan vibrates against my mouth. Guess he likes it when I pull his hair? Hands go to my ass, digging into my jeans. I’m lifted, my legs wrapping around his waist as he presses me up against the window. The cold on my back mixes with the heat coming from his body, a combination that adds fuel to the already out-of-control wildfire burning through me.
The idea that someone could be watching is thrilling in the most scandalous way. I realize we’re seven floors up, and the odds of getting caught are slim to none, but still—the idea is freaking hot.
Guess I’ll add exhibitionism to the list of things that turn me on.
A rough, calloused hand slides up my shirt, caressing my skin before traveling higher to cup my breast. I moan and squirm in his hold. It’s been too long since I’ve been touched in a way that didn’t make me recoil. When you go without for so long, you don’t realize how much you actually missed it—the intimacy of contact.
Granger has woken a part of me I’ve had closed off for years. And now I’m ready to take this further. No more playing around.
“Bed. Now,” I pant.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, breaking our kiss for the first time. With quick steps, he carries me across the room and into a bedroom, easing me down onto silk sheets.
He takes a step back and studies me. I should feel very self-conscious, but the way he’s looking at me—like I’m the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen—makes me feel incredibly sexy.
Deciding to be bolder, I sit on my knees and pull on his belt loop to bring him closer. Tingles spread through my fingertips, itching to take his clothes off so I can see more.
“Do with me what you want,” he urges. His eyes grow bright, his wolf making himself known. Pulling
my lower lip in, I grab the bottom of his shirt and drag it over his head.
“Fucking hell.”
He snorts. “I’ll take that as a compliment?”
I drag my gaze off his chiseled chest to his eyes, blinking in confusion. He shakes his head. What did I do now?
Oh.
“Ohh.”
Seems I didn’t use my inside voice. Good thing it’s mostly dark in here; he can’t see how red my cheeks are. How could I not react to those defined pecs and abs and . . . oh, fuck . . . he has the V! Someone call a doctor; I think my ovaries just passed out from too much sexy.
A little drool escapes from the corner of my mouth. I lift my hand to wipe it away but quickly drop it. He doesn’t need to be left with the memory of me wiping my mouth because his body makes me salivate like Pavlov's dog waiting on a treat.
Not a good look.
“I can’t remember last time a woman looked at me the way you do. Like you want to devour me.” His smirk turns into a smug grin.
“Please,” I sigh. “You know exactly how hot you are. With your luscious hair, perfect lips, and a body that will forever be burned into my brain and used as a standard for all future men.”
His gaze intensifies, pupils blown wide. The delicious fragrance of woodsy balsam saturates the air, sweeping me away in the headiness that is him. I try to focus on what my hands are doing—taking off his pants, apparently.
I fumble with the button on his jeans, my hands trembling. When I miraculously get them undone, I push them and his boxers down over his thighs. His cock springs free at eye level with me.
Wow, hello.
I’m pretty sure my pussy is leaking for joy. I had no idea that was possible but the growing wetness in my panties confirms that it is. He snorts and takes a step back, kicking his pants the rest of the way off. Standing there in all his naked glory, I marvel at the sight.
“I think this situation is a bit unfair, seeing as how I’m standing here completely naked, and you’re still fully clothed.”
I gulp. “Yeah, sounds like a terrible problem.”
“I’m going to remedy this issue. Scoot up towards the top of the bed.”
I do as he requests—hastily. He gently lifts both of my ankles, removing my heels. I watch as his hands massage their way up my legs. I writhe beneath him.
“These are in the way.”
I lift my hips and help him remove my pants and panties. My eyes flutter closed from the brush of his lips on my hip. He nibbles and kisses his way across my stomach to the other side, biting down a little harder.
My head lolls to the side. “Please.” I don’t even care anymore that I sound desperate.
“Patience,” he murmurs, continuing his slow ascent. His hands and lips travel at a torturous pace up my body, taking my shirt with them. Cool air drifts across my skin, hardening my nipples. He slips my bra down to reveal my breasts and eyes them like he just won a secret prize.
“Mmm. That feels good,” I moan, twisting my hands in his hair and arching my back as he flicks his tongue back and forth across my sensitive peak. He gives both breasts equal attention, driving my desire higher and higher to the point where I can’t take it anymore.
“I need you, now.”
The urgency in my voice doesn’t seem to register with him. He lifts his head slowly, a pleased grin plastered on his face. “But, I haven’t finished tasting you yet.”
I push on his shoulders, and as soon as he leans back enough, I discard my shirt and bra. “I think you’ve tasted enough.”
His eyes roam over me. “Your body was made to be worshiped,” he says, his head dropping lower. “And just so you know, I haven’t licked all of you.”
The first swipe of his tongue through my drenched folds has my hips lifting on their own, the air swooshing out of my lungs. The second swipe of my swollen bud has me calling out his name. The third swipe has me losing my sanity; completely incoherent, I’m lost in the rhythmic dance of his tongue.
A ball of pressure builds within my core as he slips his finger inside me. I explode, shatter into a million tiny pieces from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Years of pent-up sexual frustration I’ve been ignoring crash through me all at once like a tidal wave.
The climax goes on for what feels like forever, like he’s purposely drawing it out for as long as he can. By the time I come down from the post-orgasmic high, all I can do is lay there, unmoving.
“Holy . . .” I breathe out, staring at the ceiling, not even able to finish my phrase.
“That’s only the warm-up. You’re gonna have at least two more.”
Two more?
Is that even possible?
I’ve never had more than one.
“I . . .”
He gives me a smirk then dives back between my thighs, lapping at me again.
Granger
Fuck!
I can’t get enough of her.
Her taste, her scent, the sounds of her pleasure-filled cries; it’s overwhelming and addictive.
What is it about her?
Why does she feel different?
Mine, my wolf pushes again. Asshole hasn’t settled down since we first saw her. In fact, he’s been annoying the shit out of me the entire night. I’m getting tired of ignoring his body brushing up against the barriers. The taste of her release on my tongue is making him go wild—me as well. As I throw up fortified mental walls, the last thing I catch before I drown him out is his need to claim her.
Claim. The word bounces around in my head. There must be something wrong with him; no way am I claiming this female. I barely know her.
Closing him off, I continue sucking on her swollen bud, pressing her into the bed as she writhes and moans. The moonlight streaming in through the windows shows the nice pink flush over her skin. My already hard and aching cock twitches, begging for its own release.
I give one last lick over her clit, grinning when she groans in frustration. I roll us over, loving the view of her on top. Hair tousled, swollen lips, pert nipples, and her pussy wrapped around my cock. She gives me a small smile, rocking her hips. Damn, that feels good. Her heat and slickness have me groaning, desperate to bury myself inside her, but I have other plans at the moment.
“I want to watch your tongue wrap around the head of my cock, and then those pretty lips sucking me in.”
I track her tongue as it darts out, wetting her lips; her already hooded eyes sparkle with renewed craving. Looks like she wants this as much as I do. She slides down my body, lining my cock up with her mouth.
From base to tip, then back down, she licks me. I moan, unable to hold it in. “Fuck.” Over and over she teases me, bringing me to the point of desperation. My balls tighten, my release hovering on the fringes. She opens her mouth and swallows me whole, and I swear it takes all my self-control not to come down her throat.
Whatever the equivalent of heaven is for wolves, I think I’ve just experienced a slice of it. I thought her juices coating my tongue was, but this . . . this is another level of all that is holy.
She draws up then back down, hollowing out her cheeks. Between the suction and the twisting of her hand, I can’t think straight. Can’t do anything but moan out garbled words of praise. If she doesn’t stop soon, I might do something embarrassing.
Wrapping my hand in her hair, I gently pull her mouth from my cock. Her eyes are glazed over in ecstasy, her lips more swollen than before. “Come here.”
I grab her and flip us back over, kissing her like my life depends on it. An intense, primal craving for her grows in my chest. I don’t know why, but I’m having a hard time keeping it at bay.
I align my cock with her pussy and slowly push inside. Her lips part, and the sounds that come out send shocks down to my balls. “Damn, you feel so good.” Her pussy is squeezing me like a vice grip.
Alright, slow and steady.
I can do this.
Being inside her is heaven. Those glimpses I experienced earlier, yea
h, they don’t even come close to this. I’ve never felt anything as good. She writhes beneath me, and I can tell her next orgasm is quickly approaching.
How the hell am I going to last long enough to give her a third one?
I lift to my knees, placing one leg over my shoulder, and wrap the other around my waist. Oh yeah. I like the view in this position better; I can watch myself move in and out of her.
Picking up my pace, I pinch her clit and watch her unravel, screaming my name. It’s the most wondrous thing to watch. Slowing down, I catch my breath and gather what little composure I have left.
“Holy shit,” she gasps.
I chuckle at her wide-eyed expression. “Holy shit is right, but I’m not done with you yet.”
I lower her leg and lean over, taking her lips in a languid kiss before moving on to her neck. Every breath I take, my lungs fill with her scent. The more I take in, the higher I fly. I move unhurriedly, enjoying the feel of her. Gathering her in my arms, I cradle her, dismissing the sudden urge to never let her go.
I roll us back over, settling her on my chest. “Lay your back on my chest.” She withdraws from me, and the loss of her heat has me desperate to get back inside. She turns and sinks back down on my cock; we both moan. Helping her ease back on my chest, I grip behind her knees and hold her legs up.
It’s a damn shame there’s no mirror because I bet she’s the hottest fucking sight on the planet right now. I pump into her, slowly at first, but quickly pick up the pace, losing myself in the feeling of her wet pussy around my cock, the essence of her arousal, the smell of me on her, and the noises she’s making. My balls tighten up again, my cock swelling more—my release is close.
“Touch yourself,” I whisper in her ear. It doesn’t take long before she’s crying out again, shuddering on top of me, her walls clenching around me. Yeah, I’m pretty sure she saw stars from that orgasm.
My turn.
I flip us back over, spread her wide, and slam into her. In a state of bliss, the mental blocks come down, my primal side springing from its cage. I barely register the wolf slithering beneath my skin. From deep within, something in me shifts, urging me to mark her, make her mine. The thought pushes me over the edge I’ve been teetering on and I roar, spilling inside her.
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