I had to let go of his hands to find the room keycard and as soon as I did, he wrapped his huge body around mine, placing one hand on the doorjamb. The close quarters created a vacuum. Could it actually become any hotter between us?
There wasn’t a minute wasted when I opened the door. He dropped the trash bag after kicking the door closed, his eyes narrowing once again as he stared at me. When I didn’t drop my purse quickly enough, he yanked the strap off my shoulder, pitching the bag hallway across the room.
The hard thud brought him a satisfied smile.
Thankfully, he was more careful with the liquor, pulling out a bottle of tequila while placing the others on the edge of the dresser near the door. While we both continued to overheat, he cracked the bottle, taking a huge swig.
The sloshing sound of the liquid wasn’t the only noise in the room. Nothing could muffle the rattling beat of my heart. When he handed me the bottle, our fingers collided, my gasp allowing a slow, seductive smile to cross his face.
Why was the thought of drinking from the bottle so damn hot? Almost as much as fucking him. I took a huge gulp, tipping my head back as I swallowed. I sensed he was paying very close attention to every move I made. His rattled breathing brought to mind his wolf. A low and steady growl that would terrify most people.
Only I wasn’t most people.
I took another sip, putting the bottle on the dresser before taking a step toward him. He knew exactly what I was doing, fisting my hair and pressing his mouth onto mine. As the tequila flowing into his mouth, he swept his tongue inside just once.
Only because I pushed him away, determined to keep him on a short leash.
As I’d done in the hallway, I walked backward only this time removing clothes. He did the same, both of us under duress to hurry in shedding our clothes. With the costumes turning into a hindrance, I was the first one to groan my displeasure.
He was the first to rip seams on the fake hockey jersey, grinning as soon as he did. The room was stuffy. Too stuffy. Or maybe I was just overheated. Air. I needed air or I would soon suffocate and it would be a horrific shame to die before being allowed to enjoy another round of intense passion.
My fingers fumbled as I tried to open the door to the terrace, finally managing to do so before he crowded my space. As nervous laughter erupted between us, I continued backing away, stopping only long enough to shimmy the skirt over my hips.
The action brought his raging desire to the surface, which in turn allowed me to indulge in his carnal expression.
His patience was waning. As soon as he removed his pants, he tossed them without paying any attention to what he was doing or the direction he’d pitched them. As with all catastrophes, the jeans flew out the open set of French doors not just onto the balcony, but slamming against the railing in such a way the material started to slip over the edge.
The incident happened as if in slow motion, which was likely why I reacted without thinking. I flew out the door to retrieve his clothes. There was no thought to the fact I was completely naked or that the hotel faced a crowded side street with direct access to one of the busiest roads in the entire country.
I also had no thought to my own safety. Or maybe I honestly believed that I was some superheroine incapable of getting hurt, bones crushed to splinters or having my head cracked open on the pavement below.
When my feet left the floor, the momentum was too significant and before I realized what was happening, I was flying. Right over the top railing with a trajectory that when I started to fall, there would be nothing to stop me.
Except for maybe the roof of a vehicle below.
Just when I realized I would likely end up in a hospital if not the morgue, warm and very strong hands grabbed me in midair, holding me aloft for a few seconds before pulling me to safety.
I was dragged away from the edge, gasping for air while powerful arms were wrapped around my waist and one very hard, throbbing cock was pressed against my aching butt.
The rush of adrenaline was spectacular, but the realization I’d almost been reduced to half my size from impact didn’t really have the effect as it should. Instead, I was fascinated by Beck managing to save me.
“How did you do that?”
He lifted my arm, brushing the rough pads of his fingers down my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake until he reached what I had in a death grip in my hand. “It’s magic.” He lowered his head until our lips were almost touching.
“Magic, huh?”
“Much needed around a woman who believes she has nine lives.”
“I am kitty, hear me roar,” I managed, tingling from his touch. “At least I saved your jeans from certain… death.”
“You’re not going to put yourself into any further danger.” He plucked the pants from my hand, much more careful where he tossed them.
“You’re going to make certain of that?” With my hand freed, I placed both on his chest, kneading his muscles while swooning.
“Yes, I am.” He cupped my face with one hand while rolling the fingers of his other over my shoulder, the whispered touch leaving me aching all over.
“How?”
Beck slipped his thumb under my jaw, lifting my head. “Because I’m not going to allow you out of my sight.” His lips hovered over mine for several seconds, long enough that all the noise vanished, my pulse beginning to slow from the earlier high and my mind free of anxiety about my head being smashed like a pumpkin.
The only thing I could or wanted to concentrate on was how incredible I felt in being in his arms. How handsome the man was standing in front of me. And how wet my pussy had become from the raging desire turning me into a wanton hussy.
Which I was perfectly fine with.
When his lips finally touched mine, I slowly collapsed into his arms, by body melting from the excessive heat. He toyed with me, his lips opening mine. Every action was gentle, controlled yet I sensed within seconds, the peaceful moment would end.
Our breathing remained ragged, the soft thudding of our hearts picking up in intensity. When his grip on my neck tightened, I nipped his bottom lip, laughing softly as I did.
That was the very moment all bets were off, no more kid gloves or patience left.
We were far too hungry.
He crushed his lips over mine, immediately thrusting his tongue inside while I raked my nails up his arms to his shoulders and over to his back.
The way he shuddered as he pulled me even closer was powerful. The taste of him was amazing, sweet peppermint mixing with the sharp and tangy tequila. My skin vibrated from a light buzzing jolt of current that created a giant wave of excitement.
He slipped his hand to the back of my head, grabbing a handful of hair. With the kiss deepening, I threw one leg around him, jumping so I could place the other.
The kiss was broken momentarily, just long enough to laugh, the sound buzzing our lips. Both even more breathless, the moment he hoisted me up further against his body, our lips smashed together once again.
This time, he was the one walking backward into the suite, finding the bed only a few seconds later. As he dumped us both onto the comforter, I managed to suck on his tongue. He rolled us over until I was on top, pressing both hands on his chest and pushing up with my elbows bent and my hair hanging over his face.
I nipped and sucked on his tongue and lips while he rolled his hands up and down my back. I’d never felt so much on fire as I did at this moment and I planned on enjoying every minute of what we were doing.
This time when I broke the kiss, I bit his lower lip until I tasted just a hint of blood, pulling back and laughing as soon as I did.
“You’re on fire,” he growled, his eyes as glassy as mine felt. Seeing wasn’t necessary as I’d already been rewarded with sheer enjoyment of studying his handsome, muscular body. However, touching him was vital.
“Absolutely. I’m curious what you’ve done to me. You must have some magic in that big body of yours.”
“It’s all in the lips, baby. All in the lips.” He rolled his arms behind his head, settling in as if he planned on me doing all the work.
Not that I minded.
I eased down so I was straddling his thighs, allowing me to knead the muscles of his abdomen. With every swipe of my fingers, my fingertips were seared, but how interesting that the sensations were even greater, so much so I could barely catch my breath. His smile grew exponentially as I rubbed him, reminded of the massage from weeks before.
I’d missed this, more so than I’d wanted to tell myself. As I caressed him, I moved up and down, slickening his legs with my pussy. The deep core throb was more intense than ever, keeping me breathless with anticipation.
There was a point when I knew I couldn’t take it any longer, but I kept some sense of control, dipping my head so I could press my lips against his neck, moving ever so slowly to his collarbone.
He grumbled in response, his eyes now half closed. He looked even more sensual, which pushed me into holding my limited patience. But I was losing the battle with every stroke.
As he shifted on the comforter, I was driven into a near manic state, gyrating my hips up and down. Every muscle in my body ached, the tingling pain across my ass cheeks adding to the hunger that continued to build. Soon, I would be a complete mess if I wasn’t careful.
His grin remained, but I could tell he was also losing all sense of control. That’s what we did to each other, pushing the limits of extreme passion.
I scooted down further, enjoying the full body massage until my hands were just inches from nirvana. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I wrapped one hand around his cock, struggling with the burning desire. When my legs straddling the fronts of his calves, I leaned over, blowing across his cockhead.
My reward was a ragged moan, his body lurching.
“Don’t tease me,” he commanded.
“Or what?”
“You won’t like what happens.”
“My guess is I will.” I darted my tongue around the tip, savoring his musky scent. With his aftershave lingering in the darkest places in my body, I was certain the flames were about to combust, leaving us both in ashes.
The moment was crazy, my body rocking as we pushed each other’s buttons. He finally reached down, tangling his fingers in my hair as I darted my tongue across his sensitive slit. A few drops of pre-cum had already formed and the second I swiped my tongue through the delicious pearl beads, he allowed a single but powerful growl to erupt.
The sound flooded into the air, keeping me tingling all over. I twisted my hand around the base and could tell the friction was driving him crazy. When I slipped my hand between his legs, cupping his balls, he seemed to settle.
At least until I added a little pressure, squeezing while rolling his testicles between my fingers. My mouth watered to the point I couldn’t take it any longer. I took his cockhead into my mouth, using my strong jaw muscles in clamping like a tight vise.
“Jesus, woman. You’re going to kill me.”
With a tiny pop, I removed his dick long enough to drag my tongue down the underside, rolling it across one swollen ball. He seemed to love what I was doing, taking a few seconds to rip at my hair.
Slowing my actions, I took my time enjoying the moment, pulling a few inches of his dick into my mouth. The taste of him was sweet, more so than I’d thought possible. Almost instantly, my jaws ached from how huge he was, but I kept going, daring myself to be able to take every inch of him. With every inch I went down, I struggled to breathe, but nothing was going to stop me from achieving my goal.
I wanted him crazed and begging me to fuck him.
Somehow, I didn’t think that would happen and why? Because we were both crazed from desire, our actions close to becoming frantic. I rubbed one hand along the inside of his thighs, marveling at just how muscular it was, but my mind was blown by the intense ache in my jaw as I took another inch into my mouth.
When I lifted my gaze, I realized Beck was staring at me, watching me with a wild look in his eyes. Only there was more to the glazed appearance. They were shimmering, the limited light coming in through the open doors creating a luminous effect. How was it possible they were glowing metallic gold?
Didn’t wolves have beady little red eyes? At that moment, the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered and I choked.
“Be careful, woman. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” His dark chuckle was so possessive, full of innuendoes while he stroked my hair. Just like a master would do with his kitty curling around his legs.
I sucked harder, rolling up and down on his shaft while squeezing his balls. I was close to being euphoric, soft moans escalating around his dick.
He pretended as if he was completely relaxed while I feasted, but the wild beast inside was ready to break loose.
I knew the moment I was right when he pulled his hand free of my hair, brushing his fingertips down my arm. Within a flash, I was ripped away and up, the ease of his actions still shocking to me. It was as if I weighed nothing more than a feather.
Suddenly, my legs were spread wide across his face and before I could take a single breath, his tongue was buried inside my wet cunt.
“Shit.” I threw my head back, gasping for air that likely would never come. The pressure and wanton desire were both killing me.
I had a bird’s-eye view of the outside and for a little while, I concentrated on the sounds of the street below. But soon, he provided me with a reason never to be distracted when I was with him. Even while holding me aloft, he used both thumbs to torment me, rolling them around my clit and pussy lips while licking and sucking.
The noise of what he was doing was insane, so kinky and exaggerated I laughed nervously. Yet the more fervent his licks, the wilder my actions until I was riding his face, bucking hard until the bed was squeaking.
And he was growling.
Dear God, the man was growling like a wild beast. Now I knew they existed.
I was already floating on air and with the actions of his tongue, less than two minutes later a climax rushed through me.
My mouth popped open and I screamed, instantly thankful only a swirl of hot air gave any indication of our sinful acts.
With beads of perspiration trickling down both sides of my face, I lifted my chin and simply enjoyed the moment of rocking against him. Or I should say of him rocking my world.
As usual, the man wasn’t satisfied, pulling me down until I straddled his cock. With a commanding look on his face, one eyebrow arched, he mentally ordered me to impale myself.
And I did.
“Oh… fuck… me,” I breathed as my pussy walls stretched.
“That’s what I plan on doing. All. Night. Long.”
With both hands on his chest, I rocked against him, my inner core on fire. Just the touch of his skin alone was scintillating, the air in the room combustible. As soon as he cupped my breasts, I was driven into another state of rapture.
I pressed against him and buckled up for the ride because with Beck, I sensed his stamina building.
But so was something else.
His command of every aspect of me, body and soul.
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Beck
The light was just enough to create a beautiful aura surrounding Sloane’s body. I could do nothing but lie in one position for hours.
Watching her.
Feeling the rushing heat of her body.
Savoring the way her long eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks, the blushing shade of rose deepening with every passing second.
But I was a man after all with intense, unsatisfied needs.
While pinching her nipples was spectacular, the way she swept her long hair across my face and chest pure enticement, I was at the point of being unable to hold back fulfilling my yearning any longer.
Her moans also captivated my attention. Even the way she was nibbling on her bottom lip could drive a man into insanity, let alone a shifter into engaging with his wolf. With the sound of her wet pussy as it moved up and down filtering into my ears, ten seconds later and all control was tossed out the window.
Her eyes opened wide as soon as she heard my guttural growl, but she provided one of her own when I gathered her into my arms, forcing us both into a standing position.
“What are you doing?” She wrapped her long legs around my waist, sliding one arm then the other over my shoulders.
“Anything I want.” I pushed her against the wall with a brutal thud, grinning when she burst into laughter.
Not to be denied, she clawed at my neck, tugging on my hair as I pulled my cock until just the tip was inside.
“You think you’re all that, huh?”
“Yeah,” I quipped just before thrusting into her again. “I do.”
Her ragged moan was sweet music, fueling my wolf. When I repeated the action, she clung to me with her nails digging into my skin. I pounded into her, even placing both hands on the wall and allowing friction to do all the work.
Not to be denied, she rolled one hand down my back, squeezing my butt.
“Careful, babe. You’re not in charge.”
She laughed in response while gyrating against me while squeezing her knees. We rocked together with so much force breathing was difficult.
And forget about the cheap art on the wall. The picture framed clanged several times, the hard thudding in rhythm with my dick pounding into her.
Then it fell off the wall, smashing into the dresser and onto the floor.
We both stopped moving, gasping for breath as we turned our heads. Then very slowly, we looked at each other again, bursting into laughter again. Being with her was joyful as fuck.
As well as exactly what this growing boy needed.
So I fucked her even harder, enjoying every ragged moan and primal purr her kitty was offering while getting my rocks off. What continued to amaze me was how close to her I felt. In some ways, it seemed as if I’d known her my entire life.
Or as if fate had brought us together. No, that was silly. I didn’t believe in such nonsense yet here we were, my dick fitting inside her sweet pussy perfectly. The intensity of how I felt about her was undeniable, but also disturbing as hell.
Mating.
It didn’t matter how much the Kendrick kids had tried to ignore the parent-kid conversation about the differences in shifters and humans, facts ruled over fiction. Or ignorance. Wolves needed mates. Okay, so I’d heard all the pure bloodline garbage ad nauseam. Only those with pure bloodlines supposedly couldn’t function without finding their mate.
Until a year before, I’d laughed at the thought altogether. Until my brother had acted like some wild animal around Georgia.
Sloane raked her nails down my back while squeezing her pussy muscles and I pulled her away from the wall, slamming her into the edge of the dresser.
Her laugh filtered all around me. “Give me all you’ve got, big boy.” Her eyes were glassy, partially dilated and I could feel my wolf close to the surface. If she’d noticed, there was no indication of terror.
I positioned her butt on the dresser, using my chest to push her back until she planted her hands on the surface and spread her luscious long legs wide open for me.
“Women are always in charge,” she cooed. “They’re just too hardheaded to admit defeat.”
I pulled out, plunging into her again. The mirror rattled. “Does that mean this is all about a power exchange?”
When she wrapped her legs around my thighs, using them to pull me as tightly against her as humanly possible, my filthy urges exploded.
“No,” she corrected. “This means you’re learning how powerful I can be.”
While her passion was undeniable in every action taken, every emotion she allowed exposed, there was a deep sadness to her. In truth, hers mirrored my own.
An emptiness.
Okay, what in the hell was wrong with me? I had the most beautiful woman in the entire world spread wide open for me and I was debating the concept of shifter mating? Maybe I’d been knocked in the head one too many times with a hockey puck.
“Then I guess I’ll need to teach you a lesson or two in understanding urges.”
“Urges? Yes, I do have them. Lots of sinful, delicious urges that could even make you blush. Go right ahead. I’d like to see you try.”
I pulled out, pounding into her tight channel a few more times before an idea wrinkled my brain. With one arm wrapped around her waist, I lifted her off the dresser, taking long strides toward our new destination.
When the cooler outside air hit our heated bodies, she sucked in her breath. However, I doubted her moan was from any frigid temperatures, but from potentially creating a spectacle. Yes, we were still wearing makeup on our faces, but there was always a chance people could figure out who we were.
Did that mean we were a couple?
Around her and with every mischievous thought came a wide grin that never left my face.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” She tried in vain to prevent us from moving onto the balcony, her long fingers managing to grab the doorjamb.
I stopped long enough to tilt and shake my head. “How quickly you seem to forget you’re not in charge.”
“This is my room.”
“Interesting.” I easily pulled her free, laughing as she leaned over toward the opening. Now she was clawing the air, providing an adorable whimper as she did. “Not any longer.”
When I placed her bare feet onto the patio, she tried her best to shove me away. As if there was any chance at moving a big block of beastly weight. I swung her around to face the street, instantly pressing her against the railing with my body.
“You’re more beast than man.”
“Yes, you’re right, which is why my behavior shouldn’t surprise you.”
“I assure you it doesn’t.” For all her attempts at stopping me, she certainly was pushing every envelope with undulating her hips so her bottom was agitating my dick.
There was only one way of solving the dilemma.
Fucking her right here with no reservations, no tenderness. We were too far gone for that.
That’s exactly what I did, thrusting my shaft into her sweet pussy and jerking her hips out from the railing. With her standing on her toes, the angle was perfect. Her fingers were white knuckled as she gripped the railing. Mine were so from digging them into her hips. As the pounding continued, her breathing became more labored, moans mere whispers.
I was being true to my earlier proclamation, relentless in fucking her. The force I used was even jarring to me. Yet I couldn’t stop. The push and pull between us, the volatile emotions that had captured us both from one locker room stunt seemed to sweep through me in a way that created a demanding need to fill her with my seed. While I’d likely question my roughness and intentions later, both were far removed from my mind. Only my carnal needs remained important.
Every breath she took was labored, gasping more than not as she pushed back against me. How she was able to meet every brutal thrust was beyond me.
For a little while, I was no longer a man with good intentions, but a wolf who’d captured his prey. Whether or not anyone was paying attention from below also didn’t matter.
This was of greatest importance and in no longer being able to see clearly, I was pushed into an uncomfortable comprehension. While intellectually, I gathered that it was obvious I was a slow learner in the ways of our kind, there was no denying any longer what she was to me.
My mate.
I didn’t need a computer program or a stack of ancient texts to tell me what I’d suspected but had pushed aside. Yet in this moment and in being so rough with her, I was reminded of how fragile a human could be.
Even if she was giving as good as she was taking.
My overanalyzing moment threatened to kill the passion. Not a chance. I nuzzled against the nape of her neck, breathing in her sweet perfume as I allowed my wolf a moment to enjoy himself.
But only one because if given ample opportunity, he would try to possibly succeed in taking over.
That just wasn’t allowed.
I slipped my hand under her chin, gripping her throat. With her back arched and her bottom jutted out, I sensed the switch in the angle was exactly what she needed.
With a slight tilt of my head, I basked in watching her expression change as another orgasm swept through her. She was so damn beautiful when she came. Her little nose was scrunched up, her eyes cinched closer, and her mouth? Forget about her mouth.
Tightly pinched together and those who didn’t know her might mistake her pursed lips for a disgruntled frown. Far from accurate.
Sloane was falling prey to the dark side of our passion, finding her own sense of ecstasy through my savage actions.
As her breathing hitched, soft moans becoming louder and her pussy muscles rapidly clenching and releasing, I could feel the powerful orgasm. There was nothing quite like living vicariously through her shared bliss.
While she was still in the throes of rapture, apparently I wasn’t interested in slowing down. Or respecting that her body might be over-sensitized by the rough round of sex. It would seem my determined restraint had been shoved aside, allowing my beast to come out and play.
And if there was anything I’d learned from my grandfather many years before, it was that once our wolves were awakened to the scent of our mates, the rabble rousing was set to begin.
I yanked her to a standing position with my hand still wrapped around her throat. Her face shimmered underneath the bright moon, her eyes remaining mostly closed. Her expression was serene as she rubbed her sweaty palms up and down my outer thighs.
On the balls of my feet, I refused to let go yet, pushing myself for another few minutes of having my cock buried deep inside.
Maybe I was enjoying controlling her a little too much, enough so that as the need to release continued to build, I allowed my body to shake instead of giving into temptation.
All the bravado and bullshit I was fighting to sell was tossed aside when she squeezed her pussy muscles with her usual utter defiance.
Always eager for the last word. Always determined to take control.
This time, there was no way of preventing her win.
With my body shaking, I gritted my teeth to hold back my natural tendencies, but neither the growl nor the subsequent howl could be stopped.
Just as I filled her with my seed.