A Wolf's Desire (A BBW Paranormal Romance): The Holiday Ball (4 page)

“Again.” This time he leaned forward and pushed the plate toward her, a snarl in his voice.

She blinked breaking the hypnotic tie between them. His wolf growled in approval as she took another chocolate covered berry from the plate and bit into it. Juice ran out of her mouth and she licked it away with the tip of her pink tongue. All the while, she held his gaze. He still saw the nervousness but he also saw the want, the need building inside her. She wanted to be a bad girl, he thought with satisfaction. And he was just the wolf to show her just how bad she could be.

They watched each other as she ate the strawberry. When it was gone, she didn’t hesitate to take another one. He allowed his smile to reach his mouth this time when she sucked on the berry before biting into it. Again, she licked the juice from her lips with her tongue.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Eat that berry.”

Daphne almost choked when Kade spoke. He’d started this little game of erotic dare and Daphne had thought she was strong enough to play along. But seeing the heat in his eyes, she wondered if she’d literally bitten off more than she could chew.

She swallowed the bite she’d taken. “Want a bite?” she asked, holding out the half-eaten piece of fruit.

“I thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.” In an instant Kade was out of his chair and kneeling before her, his hand encircling her wrist in a hold she knew she could never break. Not that she wanted to.

He moved her arm until the berry touched his lips. His full lips opened and he sucked the berry inside. Immediately she thought of him sucking her nipple, or heaven’s above, her clit, between those full lips. She shifted on her chair, trying to relieve some of the pressure building inside her pussy.

She wanted this man. This wolf.

“So good, baby, you taste so good.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed in agreement. Wait. What? He said
she
tasted so good.

In the blink of an eye, he’d eaten the strawberry and pulled her to her feet. He ran his hands up her sides, over her ribs and settled them under her breasts, where he paused.

“You do know what this ball was all about, don’t you?”

“It’s the annual Holiday Ball, everyone in Calloway county knows that.” Of course, the nickname given to this annual event was the fuck ball. Yes, it was rumored that some supernaturals found their mates, but most came to get their groove on. Horny was the buzz word of the night.

He tipped her head up, making sure to look directly in her eyes as he spoke. “Everyone may dress it up with diamonds and silks, but it’s a mate ball.”

Daphne blinked up at him, unsure where this conversation was leading. She knew she wasn’t really his mate. How could she be? Wolves mated with witches, everyone knew that. That realization didn’t stop the heat from flashing over every inch of her body. She felt herself swaying toward him. The feelings he evoked in her were beyond description. He had the power to make her forget all about propriety, her sister, her future. Had she ever simply did anything because it felt right? Good? No, her life these last years had been filled with responsibility and just trying to survive from day to day.

He made her want to reach out and take what
she
wanted. For how ever long it lasted. “I know.”

“Good,” he nodded once. “Just so we’re clear.”

Kade tugged her body to his. The hardness of his erection touched her belly. He bent his head and kissed her lightly on her lips. They softened and excitement flashed inside him, begging for release. Joining his mouth to hers, he took deeply from her this time. Her mouth opened for him. He dipped his tongue inside and caught hers in a tangle of need. There was a passion in her and he knew he’d only scratched the surface with the teasing and flirting he’d done so far tonight. He wanted to explore every inch of her with his lips, his tongue, his hands. His damn cock.

His wolf agreed wholeheartedly, standing with him, panting in its own need to possess this woman.

Make her ours.

“This shirt is driving me crazy, baby.” He teased his finger down the front of her blouse. “So prim. So proper.” Holding her hands behind her back, he unbuttoned the shirt with deft movements, muffling her protest with a quick, hard kiss.

Daphne felt the cool air hitting her overheated flesh, puckering her nipples. He pulled the shirt away revealing her white cotton bra. For a brief moment, she felt embarrassed, thinking of the lacey pink bra she could have worn tonight. But then she gave a mental shrug. Who would have thought she’d be in a bedroom with a hot wolf stripping her for his pleasure?

He flicked open the front fastener of her bra then slowly bared her left breast, his fingers easing under the fabric of the shirt and bra and pushing it away until she was exposed to his gaze. He did the same with the other one. She expected him to touch her, maybe cup her with his hands and knead her flesh. She cried out when he pushed her hands higher up her back, arching her to him. He rounded her areola with his tongue then lapped at her nipple. Then he sucked her nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. When that wasn’t enough, he bit lightly, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind her he was a predator of the wild. It also confirmed how wonderful it was going to be to give herself over to this man’s care.

He let go of her hands and lifted her into his arms. Striding across the room, he lowered her feet to the ground by the bed. Then started stripping. Once his jacket was off and the golden studs removed from his shirt, he placed her hands on his chest.

“Touch me, mate.”

Daphne opened her fingers against the warm flesh and his breathing grew heavy. His heart pounded beneath her palm. His body was hot and alive with hard curves of muscle. He flexed beneath her touch. It was reassuring to have proof of his excitement. To know he wanted her to touch him, to stroke his bareness. She trailed her hands down his chest, across his ribs, his sculptured stomach. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Her hand looked so small on the wide expanse of his darker colored chest.

“Kiss me.”

Daphne stood on her tiptoes, more than willing to obey his command.

“Not there.”

His hand tangled in her hair, drawing her mouth to his chest. It was almost smooth, just a light trail of dark hair spreading across his pecs, than arrowing down to disappear inside his pants.

Her concentration slipped, thinking what lay below.

He tugged at her hair, forcing her attention back to his chest. And what a chest.

“Do you want me to kiss you here?” She placed a soft kiss in the hollow of his throat. “Or how about here?” She leaned forward again and pressed her lips chastely right above his heart. Next, she left a trail of light kisses across the warm flesh of his chest until she reached his nipples. There she placed another chaste kiss on the brown nub.

She lifted her head, meeting the fire in his eyes. “Is that what you wanted?”

His eyes started to glow as they had when she was eating the strawberries and she knew she was seeing his animal break through again. His eyes were hooded with want. Need. They’d turned a dark, dark brown and she knew she was staring into the face of a hungry, hungry wolf.

“Open your mouth.”

She slowly parted her lips, opening her mouth and running her tongue over the edges of her teeth.

“Now, kiss me.”

There was a slightly desperate edge to his voice that made her instantly want to bring him pleasure. She leaned forward, her mouth still open. She blew softly as she neared the dark button of skin surrounding his erect nipple. His deep growl caused her pussy to clench. She closed her mouth and sucked. He arched into her touch, while pressing her mouth closer with the hand on the nape of her neck.

She flicked out her tongue, figuring if it felt good to her, it would feel good to him. She tugged at the hold he had on her head, indicating she wanted to taste the other nipple. He allowed it, but his fingers still stayed tight against the back of her head.

She provided the other nipple with the same pleasure before she sucked the slightly swollen numb into her mouth and bit down. Hard. He pulled her away, letting go of her.

“Little hellcat.”

He took her hand and forced it down his abdomen until her fingertips touched the top of his pants. She knew what he wanted and her arm tensed. He powered through her resistance and continued to move her hand until she touched the bulge of his cock. He growled and pushed into her touch. She wasn’t a virgin, but she might as well have been. The one and only time she’d had sex was a fast, hurried affair where the man had barely got his pants off. He certainly hadn’t gotten her off.

This felt nothing like that time. It felt right. She tightened her grip, moving the palm of her hand up and down, stroking him through his clothing. Dampness pooled between her legs and her nipples, already hard, tightened into nubs of need.

“Enough.” His voice came out rough as gravel as he moved her hand away.

His hands swept up cupping her breasts, squeezing them hard before his fingers plucked at the nipples, almost twisting them. When she shied away from the borderline pain, he jerked her shirt down around her elbows, trapping her arms against her body. He replaced his fingers with his mouth. He sucked and licked her nipples. His mouth was hard and wet, his tongue cool and coarse. Then he bit her. His canines had elongated and the sharp tips rasped over the crinkled skin of her areola. His teeth left a sting of pain on one breast before moving on to the other. She couldn’t help the small scream that escaped. It felt so good.

As he nipped and sucked, she couldn’t help but think of those teeth on her throat. Again, he seemed to sense what she was feeling. He hooked his leg around one of hers, forcing her pelvis into his.

“You’re thinking of my teeth sinking into your flesh, aren’t you, baby? And you’re scared. I understand.” He kissed the hollow beneath her ear. “But I smell that sweet cream pouring from your pussy, Daphne. You liked my bite on your breast, didn’t you? Just think how it will feel on your clit. I’ll lick your pussy until you beg me to stop. Then I’ll suck on your clit until it’s red and swollen. I’ll bite it then, sending you over the edge.”

He captured her mouth, giving her a long, deep kiss until she was no longer able to breathe. He let her mouth go, his lips traveling over her jaw, his tongue trailing along the line of her neck. “After I make you come in my mouth, I’ll claim you.” He nipped her throat and his teeth scraped against her jugular again. “I’ll bite you here, mate. I’ll mate you while I’m pounding into your wet pussy.” He took a deep breath. “I smell the want in you, baby. The need. Tell me you want this. Me taking you from behind, my teeth sinking into your flesh, making you mine.”

Daphne moaned and her eyes almost rolled back in her head as the sensuous promise of his words washed over her. Her clit was throbbing, her pussy clenching, trying to find the pleasure he promised her. He tugged her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Tell me.”

“I want it. I want you.”

Kade felt her resistance melt away. He could take her now, pull her to the floor and sink his cock inside her. He released her and stepped back, toeing off his shoes. When his hands went to his zipper, she licked her lips. He saw the direction f her gaze and asked, “Hungry again, little mate?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged her shoulder, dislodging her shirt even more.

Instead of finishing undressing, he pulled her shirt and bra completely off, leaving her bare to his gaze. Her brown hair was a wild tangle around her shoulders. The tips of her breasts reddened from his touch. He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. “Unzip me,” he commanded, his voice hoarse.

The sound of the zipper was a hiss in the quiet room. She pushed the pants past his hips, tugging as they caught on his cock. He wore no underwear so he was instantly revealed. She gasped at his size nestled against a dark stain of curls. The hard, veined cock strained upwards toward his navel.

“I need to see you. All of you.”

Suddenly, his hands were on her, peeling off the rest of her clothing. He lowered her to the bed, coming down half on top of her. She was naked now, bared to him. For a split second, she panicked. He could see everything. Her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. She nearly moaned in protest and pushed him away. Then she saw the desire written on his face and relaxed into the soft mattress.

The mass of his frame poised above her, contrasting even to her curvy frame. He made her feel small, and fragile. A sensation she had never experienced with a man. She thought she was going to experience many things with him. Then he was touching her and she didn’t care about anything else. Just the need he built inside her. He seemed to touch her everywhere, starting with her face. Rough fingers pressed against her jaw, a thumb swiped across her lower lip. He opened his mouth against her neck, reminding her of the promise he made earlier to mark her in that very spot. Next, he trailed the back of his hand over the taunt peak of her breast, teasing her before catching the nipple between his fingers and pulling it up until she moaned. The sensation went straight to her clit. His touch filled her. Her body quivered down to her toes.

He shifted until he lay at her side, propped up on his elbow. Fuck, he looked like a pagan god, sexy and arrogant in his lack of inhibitions. He dropped his hand to her stomach, rubbing the swell of her belly gently and tenderly. He looked into her eyes for a moment before moving his hand downward, pausing along the edge of her triangle of dark hair. Then his fingers were pressing down. Anchoring a long leg over hers, he kept her from moving away or parting her legs. He slide a big finger between the lips of her pussy, finding her as wet as he said he would.