He ran faster and faster, and I was bouncing so much I had to stop kissing and biting him or risk bumping our heads together. Blake turned down the front walk of a little house and bounded up the front steps. He shifted me, dropping my legs so he could reach in his pocket.
When he pulled out his keys, I wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning as his cock grazed between my thighs. I tried to get closer, wanted to feel more of him, and he cursed.
Finally, he got the door open and staggered through. Slamming it behind him, he whirled and pressed my back to the door.
His hands fisted in my hair, gently tugging my head back so our eyes locked.
"You like torturing me, huh?" he whispered, his head dipping so our mouths touched briefly.
When he lifted his head, I bit my bottom lip and nodded, squirming against him.
Every muscle below my waist spasmed as a slow, wicked grin curved his mouth.
"Well, I guess it's my turn to tease you then," he stated.
"That sounds fair to me," I responded.
With one hand still cupping my ass, Blake cradled my face with the other. His thumb rested on my lips. The look in his eyes made my mouth dry and when my tongue moved to wet my lips, it grazed the pad of his finger.
"Shit," he whispered. "I'll have to torture you next time. I don't think I can wait that long."
Blake's head lowered and his lips replaced his thumb against my mouth. He tasted like beer and mint as his tongue rubbed against mine. Though his words sounded desperate, this kiss was sumptuous and sensual, as if he had all the time in the world.
My hands gripped his shoulders tightly and I moaned as he pressed me hard into the door. I could feel the ridge of his erection grinding against my pussy and I wanted nothing more than to feel it inside me.
Still, Blake kept kissing me, slow and deep, never touching me anywhere but on my face and his other hand gripping my hip to hold me up.
How could he not feel the same urgency I did? I needed to feel his bare skin against mine, his hands and his mouth all over me.
Deliberately, I sank my teeth into his bottom lip and nipped him hard. Blake's head jerked back and, even in the darkness of his living room, I could see his eyes flare.
Without taking my gaze from his, I unwrapped my legs from his waist until he set me on the ground. Then, I reached down and grasped each side of his flannel shirt. He stayed perfectly still, watching me.
I jerked the material apart and heard buttons hitting the wood floor beneath us. "Take this off," I demanded in a low voice, shoving the flannel down his arms.
A smile started to curve his mouth, but I didn't want that. I wanted him as desperate for me as I was for him. I didn't want him to smile. I wanted him to groan, swear, and maybe even beg.
Moving quickly, I darted around him, heading for the door across the room. I didn't know a lot about werewolves, but I did know that they liked the thrill of the chase. A girlfriend of mine had dated a wolf during college. While she was pretty close-mouthed about their relationship, one drunken night, she let slip that the sex was always mind-blowing if she made him chase her. She implied it was something about a werewolf's predatory nature that he couldn't control himself if she ran from him.
I didn't want Blake to control himself. I wanted him as needy and wild as I felt.
I heard him growl behind me as I turned down the hall. There were four doors, two on each side. I aimed for the one furthest from me, but I didn't make it more than three steps.
Blake's arm wrapped around my waist from behind, lifting me off my feet. A few seconds later, we were inside his bedroom. I heard the door close just before he tossed me onto the bed on my stomach.
I rolled over, tossing my hair out of my face, and propped myself up on my elbows. Blake stood at the edge of the mattress staring down at me with his hands on his hips. While his flannel shirt was gone, he was still wearing his white t-shirt.
"Well, now you've done it," he growled.
