She tried to snort, but it came out more as a moan. “This from the man about to make the bed smash through the wall. If you break the bed, you’re paying for it.”
That earned her a little nip on the neck from his sharp teeth and a round of serious pounding, yanking gasps, moans, and cries of pleasure from her—to hell with the thin walls. She was probably going to be a little sore tomorrow, but she wasn’t complaining. She’d never been with a man like him in her life.
As the first waves of her second orgasm of the day rolled over her, Alyssa wondered if sex with Zane was this good because he really was some kind of supernatural being. Then the crest of the wave smashed into her at the same time her hunky lover growled and poured his warmth inside her, and she decided maybe some paranormal creatures weren’t bad after all.
Chapter 8
Zane woke up with his face buried in a silky tangle of blond hair, the scent so delicious he couldn’t find the strength to move, even if it meant he couldn’t breathe very well. Instead, he lay there with his arms wrapped around Alyssa, taking in her scent and replaying the best twenty-four hours of his entire life. While that might sound like hyperbole, it was true. Nothing he’d experienced from the day he rolled over in his crib and discovered his toes until this very moment could compare to the joy he felt when he was with her.
Alyssa let out a soft whimper when he pulled her scrumptious body closer to his, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from groaning as his semi-erect cock nestled comfortably against her warm, perfect ass. That small amount of contact—not to mention the sexy sound she’d made—was enough to get him going all over again. Despite the number of times they’d made love, he still wanted her again.
He moved his hips back a little, taking a few deep breaths in an effort to get control of himself. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was a little after 2300 hours—aka 11:00 p.m. They’d need to get up soon so they could shower and dress in time to get over to Stefan’s parking garage for their next shift.
His gaze drifted back to Alyssa, his heart squeezing at how beautiful she was—even after hours of shagging and a serious case of bedhead.
Zane hadn’t expected Alyssa’s invitation to come in for coffee this morning to end with the two of them in bed together, but he sure as hell wasn’t sorry about it. There was something about Alyssa that made her impossible to resist and he had no idea what it was.
Okay, that was a lie. The truth was he knew exactly why he was so attracted to her. He’d even said the words out loud last night, though he doubted Alyssa had noticed. Even if she had, there was no way she’d realized the significance of those two words.
The One.
Bloody hell, he couldn’t believe he’d actually said that out loud. But he had, and now he had no idea what the hell he was going to do about it.
Zane didn’t doubt the connection between him and Alyssa, not after everything that happened last night and today. He’d slept with women before, and it had never been like this with any of them, not even with Sienna. But just because the link with Alyssa was real didn’t mean the whole world had suddenly turned into rainbows and unicorns. At some point, either she’d figure out he was a werewolf, or he’d have to tell her. And soul mate or not, she wasn’t going to handle it well.
He couldn’t imagine how badly she was going to freak when she realized she’d slept with a monster. Worse, because she’d been on long-term birth control, she’d been okay with him not using a condom. When she finally learned what he was, she was going to hate him. Maybe even try and kill him. Hell, she might even succeed.
Even though it was hard as hell to do, Zane slowly pulled away from her. But the moment he slid his arm from her, she moaned in complaint and darted a hand out to stop him, gently holding onto his left arm, tucking it around her like a protective blanket.
He considered trying to tug away again, until one of her hands came up and wrapped around his upper arm, her fingers gently caressing the scar along the back. Any contact—even that tender—should have hurt like hell, but it was far from painful. On the contrary, it was pleasurable. It was almost scary to realize it was yet another indication of how strong the connection was between them.
A few moments later, Alyssa slowly opened her eyes, like she’d somehow been able to pick up on the distress buzzing through his head right then.
“Hey there,” she murmured, turning her head a little so she could look at him, her voice rough and sexy with sleep…and sexual satisfaction.
Zane couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss her. Of course, that only ended up pressing his hard cock against her ass. Alyssa’s expression went from fuzzy to sultry in a heartbeat.
“I know it’s dark outside,” she said, her words pure liquid smoke as she arched a brow at him, “but is that morning wood I feel?”
“Maybe I’m just happy to see you,” he answered, unable to stop from grinding his rapidly hardening erection against her, grinning despite his earlier thoughts of concern. When she looked at him like she did now, there was only one thought that popped into his head.
Alyssa reached back, making enough room to fit her hand in between them and wrapping her fingers around his shaft.
“Doesn’t this big guy ever get satisfied?” she asked. “We made love for hours.”
Zane chuckled, peppering soft kisses and nibbles along her jawline as he slowly eased inside her. “If you’re asking whether I’ll ever get enough of you, I think the answer is obvious.”
Alyssa was just letting out a long, husky moan of pleasure when Zane’s mobile phone rang. He really wanted to ignore the damn thing, but he couldn’t.
She must have realized the same thing because she reached over to pick up his mobile from the night table, handing it to him over her shoulder without comment. She didn’t pull away from him though, so he couldn’t really complain.
He glanced at the screen to see Diego’s name. He thumbed the green button and put it to his ear. “Kendrick.”
“Hey,” his pack mate said. “About an hour ago, a single car left the garage and went straight to the Black Swan headquarters off Figueroa. It came back twenty minutes later with passengers and disappeared into the garage. Five minutes after that, Stefan and four sedans full of knuckleheads took off. They’re heading north toward the Downtown area. Whatever they’re up to, it must be big.”
Alyssa must have heard enough to realize something important was going on because she started easing away from him. Zane stopped her with a hand on her hip, then held a finger to his lips, silently telling her to be quiet.
“I’ll pick up Alyssa and head that way,” he said. “Text me with an address as soon as you figure out where they’re going.”
