Animal Instincts (3 page)

His hands roamed her body, feeling the satiny smooth skin, the curves unexpectedly lush for someone so small and finally reaching up to cup the heaviness of her breasts. God, he wanted to be inside her, but he wanted everything else, too. As her hands shifted and moved down to his buttocks, all of his muscles tightened. Her fingers were like tiny flicks of flame, burning his skin with the heat of desire every place they touched.

In an agony of frustration, he lifted his head and picked her up in his arms, carrying her down the hall to his bedroom. He had made his bed that morning and now he swept the covers back with one hand and lowered the body in his arms to the navy sheet he preferred.

His breath caught at the sight of her, the dusky nipples and pale gold public hair.

He reached out one hand to tangle the fingers through the soft gold, letting one finger slide down and trace her slit. Wet! She had to be as aroused as he was. Still, he planned on taking his time, if he could get his body under control.

His eyes never left her as he dropped to his knees. Hands shaking slightly, he widened her thighs, opened the lips of her pussy and pressed his mouth to her wet, delicious core.

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Ann Marie jerked the moment she felt Drew’s mouth on her cunt. Drew Noland’s body was a sculpted work of art, hard and unyielding yet moulding so easily to hers. She was sure it was the demanding work on the ranch that gave him the solid muscles and washboard abs.

His rich chestnut hair framed a face that was all hard angles and planes. Lashes so thick they would make any woman jealous complemented eyes the colour of melted chocolate.

God, this man was absolutely more beautifully masculine than any male she’d ever seen. And that included Dane, her lover who’d been killed in the raid on the pack.

His tongue flicked and tasted, whipping the lash of desire through her and making the muscles in her pussy quiver with need. When his thumb brushed against her clit lightening struck through her with tremendous force, and every pulse in her body woke up, demanding satisfaction.

All thoughts of finding her brother had vanished along with the urgency of her mission the moment Drew’s hot gaze locked onto her. And with his touch her brain disappeared, and her body took control. She wanted this man more than she wanted her next breath. Which she might not be able to draw if he kept using his mouth on her this way.

Drew wrapped his long fingers around her ankles and raised them until her knees were bent, her feet planted at the edge of the mattress, and every part of her sex exposed to his greedy mouth. His tongue moved constantly, a living thing darting here and there, lapping at her juices that flowed onto it from his ministrations. Now thrusting inside her throbbing channel, now retreating to lick around the edge.

When the tip of his tongue brushed against her anus at the same time his fingers pinched her clit, she couldn’t hold back the shudders that swept over her. Her hips bucked, her hands clenched the sheet beneath her, a tiny wail grew in the back of her throat. The moment his tongue pushed into her cunt again and one finger penetrated the tight ring of muscle guarding her rectum her wail turned into a full-throated cry, and her climax grabbed her like a fist, shaking her.

Drew’s hands held her firmly in place, his mouth still a marauding thing in her cunt, licking with slow strokes until the last convulsion subsided. A thin sheen of perspiration had ANIMAL INSTINCTS

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formed on her skin, and her heart thudded against her ribs like a runaway locomotive. She dug her heels into the mattress and tried to push herself away from this man whose very touch sent her up in flames, needing time to catch her breath, but apparently Drew would have none of that. He rose from his knees, lifted her and shifted her position in one fluid movement.

“Don’t think you’re stopping now,” he growled as he bent over her, his warm breath fanning her cheeks. “I’m just getting started.”

Kneeling between her thighs, his kissed his way from her drenched pussy up the soft flesh of her belly to her breasts, where his mouth fastened onto one of her nipples. The wet heat of his mouth was like an instant torch igniting every area of her body. Streaks of need arrowed straight from her breasts to her cunt, liquid pooling again in her still-greedy channel.

She knew she should push him away. John’s name floated in the back of her mind, but she deliberately tamped it down. This man made her body hum like a finely tuned machine.

Already she craved fulfilment again, only this time with his cock buried deep inside her.

His mouth moved gently but firmly over her body, pausing to let the tip of his tongue swirl in the indentation of her navel, then move up to the under slope of her breasts and down the sensitive inside of each arm. She shivered as delicious sensations tickled her.

As his mouth traced patterns on her skin, Ann Marie’s hands did their own search on the magnificent male body hovering over her. Every inch of him was hard as granite. She hoped that meant his cock was, too. His skin was like finely stretched suede, soft and supple, and his dark hair was like solid strands of ink.

She slipped one hand past his shoulder and onto his chest, scraping a fingernail over one nipple as she explored the fine curls. He rewarded her with a responsive shudder Raising her eyes she met his heavy-lidded ones, ripe with desire, watching her face, even as he moved his mouth to her other nipple and teased it with his lips, tongue and teeth.

With every touch, the need in her body increased, her craving for him reaching the boiling point.

“Please,” she whispered, trying to reach down for his shaft.

His fingers clamped around her wrist and moved her hand away.

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“Wait,” he growled, quickly finding a condom and rolling it on. “Now. Bend your legs back and give me access. I want to watch my cock slide into you, into that hot wet pussy, and feel your cunt grab me so tightly.”

His words, as much as his actions, had an erotic effect on her. She widened her legs and bent them at the knee as he’d ordered, then lowered her eyes to watch him guide his swollen shaft into her opening. As soon as the head pushed inside, tiny tremors raced through her, pre-orgasmic spasms that drove the need even higher.

Incrementally, he invaded her tight channel, now retreating, now entering again and pressing inside a little deeper.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

She opened her eyelids wider and found herself mesmerised by his dark chocolate gaze.

As her breath caught in her throat, he lifted his hips and thrust himself inside to the hilt, filling every single micro space. The lust racing through her was jolted to a higher level, consuming her with a need greater than any she’d ever felt before. She moved her legs to wrap them around his body, pressing her heels into the small of his back.

“Hell,” he swore. “You’re burning me alive.”

He shifted enough to slide his big hands under her hips and, still holding her gaze, began to fuck her. The strokes were slow at first, too slow for Ann Marie, more teasing than satisfying.

“Hurry,” she urged, pushing her breasts at him and digging her legs harder into his spine.

The word was like a trigger to Drew. In an instant, he increased both the pace and the power of his movement, hammering into her with the strength of his powerful body. When the orgasm hit, it took them both at the same time, bodies shuddering under the force of it, as she felt him pour into the thin latex sheath again and again. She could do nothing more than hang on for dear life, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

When the storm had passed and the last aftershock had subsided, she fell limply against the pillows, her heart pounding so loud she was sure he could hear it, punctuated by the rasp as she drew air into her lungs. Drew wasn’t much better, gasping and shaking as he collapsed forward on his forearms.

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When his breathing evened out, he moved his head and pressed a kiss against her lips, a gentle one this time, as if he were savouring the taste of her. Then he rolled to the side taking her with him, his cock still inside her, his big hands caressing her back. He looked into her eyes and said one word that both frightened and excited her.

“Mine.”

“All right.” Drew looked at her over the rim of his coffee mug. “Let’s have it. What is so urgent that you need my help?”

They’d showered and he’d given her one of his old t-shirts and a pair of boxers to put on. Then, silently, he fixed breakfast, and they ate quietly at the oak table in the big bay window, the rays of the morning sun slanting in on them and catching the spun gold of her hair. He didn’t remember a meal ever feeling so peaceful in this room, despite the underlying tension.

She was obviously anxious to discuss whatever had brought her to him, but he insisted they wait until they were on their second mug of coffee before bringing it up. He wanted to give her time to gather her wits, to put her thoughts in order after their cataclysmic sex. The taste of her still lingered on his lips and tongue. Not even the coffee could dilute it. He was still trying to recover from the power of their shared orgasm and the physical hold she seemed to have on him.

No! It was more than that. He hated to put a name to it but there it was.

Mate!

He’d always known it would happen when he least expected it but never imagined it would strike him with such force. When he’d uttered the word
mine,
he’d meant it in the most basic sense of the word. Now, how to convince her of it?

She carefully set the mug down , her hand shaking just a little bit, obviously trying to think of the right words.

“I have a brother,” she began. “John. We made it all the way down here from Minnesota after the rest of our pack was destroyed.”

“Wolf fever in the closest town?” Drew asked.

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She nodded. “You know about that?”

“It happened to me, too. Eight of us, remnants of different packs, ended up here in Texas together. We own a security and protection agency, The Sentinels.” He sipped his coffee. “We also spend part of our time looking for other strays, hoping to rebuild a new pack.”

“Oh!” her eyes widened. “Then I’ve definitely come to the right place. My brother is missing, and I think I know what happened to him.”

Drew felt a sick feeling rise up from the bottom of his stomach, almost afraid to ask the next question.

“And what would that be?”

“Have you heard any rumours about an illegal game preserve in this area?” she asked.

“One where they bring trapped animals and hunt them year round, charging people a lot of money.”

Damn. He’d hoped it wasn’t that.

“Yes,” he nodded. “There are a lot of stories circulating. In fact, last night when I found you, I’d just come from a meeting in town about that very subject.”

“Does anyone have any idea where it is?” she wanted to know. “Since John disappeared, I’ve spent all my time looking and can’t get the scent of anything.”

“I found you on my land,” he reminded her. “Wounded. Were you shot on my property?” It had to be since he’d heard the sound of the gun, but he needed to make sure.

“Yes. I’d checked all your acreage and knew whoever had the preserve, it wasn’t you.

That’s why I came here hoping to find help.”

He gave a humourless laugh. “Were you planning to show up as a wolf or stark naked?”

She blushed a pale shade of rose. “Neither. I had clothes tucked away that I expected to change into before the men on horseback started chasing me.”

“Chasing you?” He sat up straighter. “On my property?”

“Yes.” She took a healthy swallow of her coffee. “They came out of nowhere. I was doing my best to outrun them.”

Drew shook his head. “I can’t believe they had the balls to do that.” He slammed his hand on the table. “Damn it. I can feel the evil out there and can’t get a fix on it.”

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She watched him, fear and hope mingled in her eyes. At last, she said, “So, does this mean you’ll help me?”

He straightened in his chair. “Not only will
I
help you, but the whole damn agency will be in on this. In fact,” he looked at the clock on the stove. “I need to check in with them, because they’ll all be heading this way in a little while. We’ve sort of put together a plan, and we’ll be starting on it tonight.”

“W-What will they say when they find me here?” Her voice was strained with anxiety.

Drew let the corners of his mouth turn up on a slow grin. “They’ll say, ‘Nice to meet you, Ann Marie Knight’. And the men who are still single will curse me for finding you first.”

Mine!

The word echoed through him again. He forcefully pulled his mind back to the situation at hand.

“I can’t walk around like this.” She gestured at her makeshift outfit.

Drew felt his cock harden again as his eyes raked over her. Her nipples poked at the soft material of the t-shirt and pointed straight at him. She was right but for a different reason. He didn’t want his horny single partners hitting on her as he was afraid they would.

Not that they weren’t all professionals, but a scent was a scent and a beautiful, sexy desirable woman was just that.

“I’ll take care of that,” he assured her, pulled his cell phone from his jeans pocket and punched a number. “Luke? Yeah, me. Listen.” He eyed Ann Marie again, this time measuring her size. “I have a…a…guest that’s in need of some clothing. She’s just about Sierra’s size. Can you ask her to bring a top and jeans with her? No, I’m not giving you any details,” he exploded. “You can just wait until you get here. Will you do it, or not? Fine. See you in a couple of hours.”

He snapped the phone shut viciously against Luke’s unrestrained laughter.