A scattered thought crossed my mind, and I wondered if I’d get the spiel about if I wanted this or not again. Werewolves didn’t get diseases, so that wasn’t a concern. I was also on birth control, just in case, so I was ready to bring on the hot and heavy. I didn’t get a spiel.
His eyes, so strong, so intense, held my own. My limbs started trembling in anticipation, and then in one solid thrust he filled me. So many emotions swept through me that I couldn’t hinge on a single one. All I could focus on was him, and the way I’d ached for him without even realizing it.
He waited for a moment while I adjusted to him. At another time, I might have considered the gesture gentlemanly, but I didn’t have any need for a gentleman tonight.
He gave an animalistic grunt that peppered the entirety of my flesh in goose bumps. When he pulled back for a fraction of a second, it made me miss him the instant I felt empty and aching again.
Then he pounded into me with all the fire I desired.
‘Evie! Shut it down.’Cass’ voice filtered through my lust-addled mind in a haze.‘I can hear everything you’re thinking.’
I was damn sure I didn’t give a fuck. Shoving the potbellied imp away, I raked my nails against the wolf’s muscled back, while he rocked above me. When my hands cupped his ass, my eyes rolled back in my head. He slipped a hand between us to touch me where I ached the most, and I was pretty sure I lost a few brain cells as pleasure rocked through me.
My lips were tingly and numb when he went to kiss them again. “What’s your name?” he muttered against my lips, never breaking the kiss.
Fuck.What was my name? His body rocked above me, and it was like heaven on earth. “Uh, Evie. What’s your name?” Maybe it was strange that I didn’t even care that I didn’t know. I was never going to see this guy again. Or maybe I’d have to see him. Could I turn down sex this good?
“Brock,” he moaned as his breathing became heavier, and sweat slicked across his body.
“Brock,” I repeated, my voice dreamy and far away as already the bliss was beginning to build inside me. I was going to climax like a champ, over and over again.
“Pleasure to meet you, Evie,” his husky voice breathed against my neck, and that was the last of our ability to form words for a long while, until dawn started to suggest itself on the horizon, and we collapsed into each other’s arms, spent.
3Oops, I Know You From Somewhere
The sun brokethrough the half-open curtain and I wrenched my eyelids open. Pain slammed into my head as the mother of all hangovers made itself known. I looked down to find the werewolf’s arms wrapped tightly around me and grinned.
Last night was awesome. I’d never done anything like that before, and probably never would again, but it was a welcome reprieve from my otherwise complicated life. My eyes flicked to the clock on the nightstand and I bolted upright, waking the wolf next to me.
“Shit!” I cursed jumping up, only for the room to sway and have me scrambling to lean on the bed.
“What’s wrong?” his voice boomed, alert and certainly not sounding hung-over. Damn werewolf regeneration capabilities.
“Shh.” My hands flew to my ears as the headache ramped up a notch. I spun to face him and realized I was gloriously naked.
My gaze frantically searched the room for my clothes. “Uh, I have an appointment with a lawyer. Some douchebag is trying to tear down my late grandma’s childhood home.”
Hey, maybe this could turn into a friends-with-benefits kind of thing while I was in town. We fuck, talk about our problems, and then move on. Anything more was a sticky mess I wasn’t interested in right now.
His face fell and he sat up in the bed, looking at me like an alien had just popped out of my chest. “What did you just say?” His voice was laced with anger.
Alarm bells started going off in my head, adding to the damn marching band that was already hanging out in there. I swallowed as all the pieces started to add up in my head. His reaction to what I’d just said, his clearly high level of dominance.
“No…” I whispered.
He shot off the bed and yanked on his underwear. “Belinda Black is your grandmother!” he accused. And all of a sudden I was ready to kick his ass.
I shook my finger at him. “Don’t tell me it’s you. Don’t you dare tell me you’re the one.”
He stood to his full height, well over six feet, and towered over me. “Your grandmother has made my family’s life a living hell for over a hundred years. My family owns that land. That’s Wild Hunter Pack territory, and sheknewit!”
My blood boiled at the century-old argument. “You must be the alpha’s son.” I glared. How the hell could I have been so stupid? Of all the men I could’ve fucked after I’d rolled into town, leave it to me to pick the damn alpha’s son. My Gran would roll over in her grave.
He chortled. “Wrong.I’mthe alpha.”
Please, no.The only thing worse than sleeping with the alpha’s son was to sleep with the alpha himself.
“My father died five years ago,” he continued, and dread settled in the pit of my stomach. “I’m bulldozing that foul witch’s cabin today, and removing that stench from my territory.”
