It’s hitting me again … squirming in his lap, I close my eyes to will it away.
“I asked you one question and you still haven’t answered it.” The words rumble from his chest as I lean into him even more. I nuzzle under his chin and resist the need to nip at him. The temptation is nearly overwhelming and just the thought fans the low flames igniting my core.
“And what was that question again?” I really don’t remember. I’m still tired and this day feels like one giant blur of raw emotion.
“What do you know about werewolves?” He leans back in his chair and I lean back too. A little distance is good.
Oh, right. I swallow and pick at the ends of the throw as I shrug against him. “Not much, really.”
“And what is ‘not much?’”
“Well, I know you shift into a very large wolf. You’re good at smelling and hearing. You hate vampires.” I bite the inside of my cheek and try to think of more. “I now know that you all have silver eyes and you’re taller than average.” I push the throw down and lean back into him. Staring at the black and white photographs on the far office wall I comment, “You have the ability to make unsuspecting women sleep with you.”
A low growl rumbles up his chest as a warning.
“That’s pretty much it.”
“You’re right; that isn’t very much at all. And half of it’s wrong.” I scrunch up my nose and feel my forehead crease. I pull away from him, both my palms pressing against his chest as I stare into his piercing silver eyes.
“What did I get wrong?”
“We’re not all taller than average.” He mocks me. “I don’t like what you said about making women sleep with us.” I’m forced to bite my tongue at that comment, so much so I’m surprised I don’t bleed. “We don’t all have silver eyes. And lastly, we don’t hate vampires.”
“Yes you do.” The words come out accusingly. “That’s why we have the treaty. You keep them away.”
A slight frown mars his handsome face at my words, but he nods. “They stay away because we asked. But that doesn’t mean that we hate them.”
“You just asked them to stay away?”
“Well no, not exactly. We have an understanding.” I raise my brows, willing him to continue. “They stay away or we kill them.”
“But you don’t hate them?”
He shakes his head. “Why is that so hard to believe?”
“I was always told you came to Shadow Falls to hunt them because they’re your natural enemies.”
He scoffs. “Not at all. A mate to one of the pack members was in danger. We had to protect her.”
“A mate?”
“Yes,” he says and his response is clipped.
“Whose mate?”
“The grandfather to the Alpha of my old pack.”
“I don’t understand. This is the same pack, isn’t it? There’s only one pack who we made the treaty with.”
“We’re part of that pack. I fought their Alpha for the territory after forming my own pack.” The curious side of me itches to scoot closer to him. I need to know more.
“Tell me everything from the beginning,” I say then cross my legs in his lap and watch him intently.
His grin in response is contagious. “I will, sweetheart.” He shakes his head and adds, “Not today, though. It has to be two or three in the morning.” My gaze wanders around the room, searching for the source of the ever-present soft ticking. Damn, he’s right. The simple, sleek and modern clock on the wall directly behind me reads nearly 2:30 a.m.
“I’m happy you seem more relaxed now.” His words are soothing as I hum a response into his chest. He smells so fucking good. Like a masculine, woodsy pine.
“You’re like a drug.” The words slip past my lips effortlessly. “It’s not right and I don’t like it.”
He leans down and runs his teeth along the shell of my ear, causing a chill to run through me while his hot breath tickles my skin. He whispers, “I love that I’m your drug.”
The shiver morphs into a spike of need and I rub myself against him, just barely containing my moan.
“Grace.” His tone holds a note of warning.
“Yes?” My response is practically a purr and I don’t recognize this person. With a desperate need riding over me, I lean forward just to smell him, just to get a small dose of that lust. The tip of my nose runs along his stubble and a warmth flows through me. It’s like … like fate telling me everything is going to be all right. “I’ve never felt like this before,” I confess to him.
“Grace,” he warns me, but even his authoritative tone is weakened like I am. He feels it too. I steady myself against him, rocking slightly.
With his hands on my hips, he stops my movements. I murmur, “But I need you.”
“Fuck,” he groans to the ceiling as his head rolls back at my words.
“Please, fuck me.” I have no shame this time. I’m throbbing against him with desire and I have no intention of being denied. My nipples are pebbled and all I can think about is him inside of me, thrusting and soothing every need I have. I splay my hand against his chest and push. With little resistance, he leans back into the chair, his hooded eyes finding mine.
With my chest pressed against him, I place my lips at his ear. “I want you. And you better not fucking deny me.” He groans and takes my head in his hands as his lips crash against mine. His warm tongue runs along the seam of my lips and my mouth parts for him. My tongue dances with his as he struggles to release his hard dick from his pants. His movements beneath me make it obvious that he’s stroking himself and that knowledge makes my skin heat even more with anticipation as I moan. I need him inside of me, filling me.
I position myself so that the head of his dick is at my hot entrance. He stares into my eyes as I gently glide down his massive cock. My bottom lip drops and I can barely hold his gaze. A strangled moan is torn from me as I move down his length, taking every inch of him. I’m still a little sore from earlier, but the fullness makes my body sing with pleasure. I move back and forth a few inches, whimpering as my limbs tremble slightly. My head falls onto his shoulder as the hot sensation overwhelms me. Devin takes my head in his hands and kisses me sweetly. I moan into his mouth as I glide up and down, my arousal making the movement effortless although his girth is still stretching me. I lean back and pick up my speed while my hands rest on his muscular pecs, riding him at my own pace.
He’s good to me, I tell myself. Some part of me that sees this pathetic need as weak. I choose who I want to fuck and when. This is me, taking what I want. I won’t be ashamed of that.
His hands stay at my hips as he takes my nipple into his warm mouth, bites down and pulls back. I arch my back at the spike of pleasure and wanton heat in my core. He relaxes against the chair, watching me with a hungered look in his silver eyes. Everything about him screams power and need. He needs me. The thought is heady.
His heated gaze of adoration sends yet another surge of arousal through me. My clit hits his pelvis with every downward stroke as I continue riding him and it makes my pleasure all the more intense.
I stop my movements and stare at him. He’s letting me ride him. He’s given me control. But it’s false control. I find myself wanting him to fight for it. A moment passes before Devin looks up at me. He bucks his hips against me, causing me to moan as his eyes find mine. As we both catch our breath he asks, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”