Eyes glinting, Trey took one of the foil packets from her and quickly tore it open. She pushed herself up and moved across the bed until she was in front of him. Reaching out, she helped roll the condom down his shaft, which was as rock hard as it had been while she was licking him. She couldn’t stop herself from giving it a few light caresses, loving the way his stomach muscles flexed and jumped at her touch.
“Do you want me like this?” she whispered playfully as she rolled over on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at him. “Or on my back?”
The question earned her another one of those sexy growls and firm hands on her hips dragging her closer to the edge of the bed. She laughed. Something told her Trey would be into doing it doggy style, though she refused to allow herself to think about why that might be.
The anticipation as she knelt in front of him, waiting for him to touch her, was unworldly. Fortunately, Trey didn’t make her wait for long, one hand coming down to hold her hips steady as the other one positioned the head of his cock at her very wet opening.
She was more than ready for him—man, was she ready—but the feel as he slid in all the way was enough to drag a moan from deep in her throat. Trey ran the fingertips of his free hand down her back before settling on her other hip. She took a deep breath as his grip tightened, spreading her arms a little wider to steady herself for that first thrust.
They were slow and shallow at first, but within seconds, he was moving faster, her entire body bouncing from the force of his thrusts. The sound of his hips smacking her butt was deliciously delightful and she cried out a little louder each time. It was so exquisite, she actually started to see stars. Resting her face on the bed, she reached one hand between her legs to softly rub her clit.
When Trey slid out a half second later, Samantha rolled over without any prompting, scooting back a little on the bed and spreading her legs for him, then wrapping them around him, pulling him in even deeper. She didn’t know how it was possible, but he felt even better in this position. Draping her hands around his neck, she gazed into his eyes to see them glowing with that inner light she’d seen so many times. She tried to make sense of it but couldn’t understand where the reflected glow was coming from. Then Trey was burying his face in her neck, chanting her name as he kissed and nibble the skin there, pounding into her hard once again.
The angle was perfect, the head of his cock nudging that spot that no other man had ever been this successful at finding. She clawed her nails up and down his back, squeezing her legs around his waist so tightly it was a wonder he could move, but neither seemed to bother him in the least. He had stamina she’d never experienced before, and all she could think about was whether the thing that made him so different was to thank for that.
“Don’t stop,” she demanded when the tingling sensation grew into a lightning storm inside her body. “Please don’t ever stop!”
He growled, his teeth lightly clamping onto the skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder, and she swore those teeth were sharper than any teeth had the right to be. But then the pleasure/pain pushed her over the edge, and she was coming so hard she didn’t care if he bit her.
Samantha screamed his name so loudly she had no doubt Crystal could hear it across the hall and would be bringing up the subject tomorrow. But right then, she didn’t care. And yeah, this time, she might have passed out…just a little.
Trey slipped into the master bathroom to clean up and was back in bed with her by the time she pulled herself back. Dragging the blue paisley comforter over them, he lay on his side, head propped up on the palm of his hand while his other hand casually traced circles through the moisture still glossing the skin of her stomach.
Samantha gazed at his mouth, then his eyes, looking for a glimpse of fangs or glowing eyes, but there was nothing unusual to see now. She absently lifted her hand to run her fingers over the skin where her neck and shoulder met. The area was a little tender and slightly raised up…like a welt. She glanced at Trey out the corner of her eye to see that, while he didn’t exactly appear to be panicking, there was definitely something in his eyes. Guilt, maybe?
If anyone should feel guilty here, it was her. She took a deep breath. It was time to come out and put her cards on the table, then give him a chance to do the same.
Samantha opened her mouth to start, but Trey started talking first. He stopped when he realized he was interrupting, and they ended up stopping and starting twice before he held up his hand.
“You first,” he murmured with a soft chuckle.
She laughed nervously as she gathered her courage, trying desperately to think of what she could say that wouldn’t make her sound like the worse stalker on the planet.
Then Trey’s phone rang.
Samantha seriously didn’t think he would answer it, especially since she was about to say something so important, but before she knew it, his perfect, naked ass was leaping out of bed and digging through the jeans on the floor to come out with his cell phone.
“Conner, this had better be important,” he muttered the moment he thumbed the green button on the screen. “I was in the middle of something.”
Whatever Connor said must have been serious because Trey’s whole body stiffened.
“That’s not even five minutes from here,” he said, reaching for boxer briefs. “I’ll meet you there.”
Trey dropped his phone on the bed, then hurriedly pulled on his underwear and jeans before snatching up his shirt. “Someone thinks they saw the Butcher carrying a body through the woods not far from here. Connor and the other guys are on the way, but I’m closer and can get there first. I have to go. I’m sorry.”
Before Samantha could say anything one way or the other, Trey kissed her hard on the lips, then turned and ran for the door, leaving her to figure out what the hell she was supposed to do now.
Chapter 14
“I want your word that you won’t even think about getting out of this truck,” Trey said as he pulled off Mountain Creek Parkway onto the narrow road leading deeper into the Cedar Ridge Preserve.
Samantha remained silent in the seat beside him for so long Trey was sure bringing her with him had been the dumbest idea of the century. Right up there with how they’d decided to end the TV showGame of Thrones.
“You don’t have to worry about me staying in the truck,” she finally said. “I’m an ME, not a cop. I have no interest in dealing with any suspect until he or she stops moving.”
Trey could tell from Samantha’s elevated heart rate that she was nervous. Of course, those nerves had started building long before she’d demanded he take her with him to the heavily wooded area only a short trip from her apartment complex.
He’d first picked up on the tension filling her beautiful body shortly after coming back from the bathroom. It was obvious she’d been trying to tell him something important before Connor called. It was possible she was having one of thosedefining the relationshipmoments, but part of him had hoped she would broach the subject of her stalking him and the Pack. Maybe admit she knew they were werewolves or at least confess to stealing his blood. When she’d gotten stuck, Trey had tried to talk first, finally deciding to tell her what he was. Then the phone had rung, and a minute later, both of them had been dressed and running for his pickup. Bringing her with him was stupid, no doubt. But it wasn’t like he could have stopped her from following if he’d left her back at her place. At least this way, he knew where the hell she was.
