Heart Mates (8 page)

Chapter Eight

She was Sleeping Beauty, her prince kissing her awake. Sweet and coaxing, lips smooth, enticing…
hot and wild
…

Sophia’s brain came online. That wild taste didn’t belong to a fairy-tale prince. It was
Noah
.

She was on the floor, on her back. His strongly muscled body was hard and heavy atop hers. It felt like heaven. She sighed in pleasure. This was what it would feel like, waking up to him every morning.

Well, except for the being on the floor bit.

Unless he liked things kinky. At the thought, she wriggled happily.

Something in Noah’s big body changed at that. Heated red-hot. It reminded her that this wasn’t a mere dream prince kissing her, but a wilder royalty, more dangerous and elemental.

His hand slid behind her head, clasping her nape. She’d felt a dozen guys do that, but with Noah it was different. As if, instead of fingers, hot teeth closed on her neck, to hold her firmly in place for pounding sex.

Lust gushed through her at the thought.

He sucked in a long breath, groaned and drove his tongue deep into her mouth.

She moaned and opened to him, both lips and legs. Gravity did the work, bringing his hot torso nestling between her spread thighs, warming, then scorching her sensitive flesh.

It’d be even better skin-to-skin.

She slid a hand between them to fumble with her slacks. His fingers came to help. Strong yet nimble, they made quick work of her fastenings, and soon he was easing her pants and panties down the curve of her hips.

He nipped along her jaw to her throat. She could almost feel the carnivore’s teeth. Sharp nips alternated with warm kisses and licks. The heat of his breath on her neck sent shivers riding along her flesh from crown to toes.

Her heart thudded faster. She lifted her chin to give him better access. At the same time she hunted for his waistband. The button came open with a hard push-tug. She cranked on his zipper, lost patience and dived in, expecting boxers or briefs, shocked to feel satiny warm flesh instead—his cock, peeking up to greet her.

He shifted his hips so that she could shoehorn her palm past his waistband into his pants. She glided along the length of his hard, growing erection. It was thick and sleek and she yearned to feel it inside her.

As she rubbed, his breathing got ragged. His mouth pressed to the crook of her neck and sucked gently. His hand was busy flipping open blouse buttons.
A multi-tasking male, ooh.

But while his touch on her naked nipples would be nice, she was burning up elsewhere. She abandoned his pants to grab his fingers and tried to redirect his hand to where she wanted it, between her legs.

His growl revved darker. “Not yet. I want you totally naked.”

She thrilled. Shivered. “You too.”

He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. His were a silver so bright they burned. “Oh, yes.”

His mouth seized hers. She gasped, her jaw falling pliant and yielding to him. He plundered her to the limits.

When she was addled with need, he stopped. Straddling her hips, he rose to his knees over her and made short work of her blouse and bra, tossing them to the side.

And then he was suckling her breast. Her nipple surged to meet him. He suckled the one and plucked the other until she arched with a moan. Until it drove her crazy. She thrashed her head against the floor. “Naked,” she gasped.

“Right.” He completely stripped off her pants and panties, then fell on her breasts again, suckling. Desire flaming through her, rolling her hips into him.

“
Naked,
” she shouted, then panted, “You.”

That ripped a dark growl from him. He surged to his knees above her and without unbuttoning, stripped off his flannel shirt with a rise of chest and biceps, a long stretch of muscle along his ribcage and a flaring of his lats. The man was all lean, luscious muscles. She petted everything she could reach, delighting in silky skin and a light dusting of hair that tickled.

His jeans were already unbuttoned, the top of his erection straining in the gap. He tore his zipper open, rolled one hip onto the floor then rolled onto his back, peeling the pants off as he went. He came up on his knees, the pants in one hand and his erection straining eagerly for her.

Tossing the pants, he lay flush next to her and leaned over her to kiss her. As his tongue mated with hers, he slid his other hand between her legs.

She was already so wet his fingers sank deep. They both moaned.

He stroked her sex, gently at first and then with increasing insistence. Her hips began to jerk in excitement. A mini-explosion rocked her. He kept stroking and she started to build again.

Winched to the peak and beyond, she grabbed his hips and tried to lever him to where he’d do the most good. He chuckled and moved to accommodate her, kneeling between parted thighs. He lowered himself slowly until his erection bobbed against her mound, on the cusp of making everything perfect.

The wall phone jangled.

She groaned and tried to ignore it. Grabbing his head in both hands, she kissed him as if she could deafen them both with her enthusiasm.

The ringing stopped.

She sighed and reached between them to circle his cock, lovely and thick in her hand. She stroked, feeling it grow even fatter. He’d feel like heaven sinking in—

Brring.

“Damn it.” She clunked her head on the floor in disgust.

“Who is it?” Noah’s growl was as frustrated.

“I don’t know. Could be a supplier—or a customer.”

“Or a telemarketer. Don’t answer it.” He slid a tongue along the sensitive tendon of her neck.

“Not a telemarketer.” Auntie had spelled her phone to reach down the line and zap any telemarketer with a twenty-four-hour truth spell. They’d learned to stop calling long ago. “It might be important.”

“Might not.” He’d followed that long glide of tongue with a little gentle sucking. “And you’re close…” He slid a hand onto her clit.

Yes, please
.

The phone stopped ringing again.

“They might call back.” She pumped her hips against his clever fingers.

“Might. In the meantime…” He reversed himself, threw his leg over her head, pushed her thighs apart, curled strong arms around each and dropped his head between her legs.

She’d barely comprehended their reversed position when the hottest mouth in the universe assaulted her sex.

“Sweet exploding stars.” Her legs tightened in response. Her thighs wrapped around shoulders so broad they could have been redwoods. His breath scorched her. She moaned.

His tongue was rough and insistent and lapped her over and over, paying special homage to her clit. She arched against him with a strangled sound, bowing so hard she’d have pushed a normal man off. She barely moved him.

She grabbed his thick erection just out of self-preservation. She didn’t stroke it so much as grip it rhythmically. It became her rudder in the storm.

“Harder.” His growl rumbled against her belly. While she clenched him tighter, he slid a finger into her and tongued her clit. She whimpered. He sucked. She trembled so violently she shook. He used his superior weight to hold her steady while he sucked and thrust again and again.

Her mouth was hot and swollen. Needing to suck too, she pulled his cock to her and swirled her tongue over the head.

“
Yes.
” He thrust a second finger into her. It slid in like she was drenched.

She bucked against him, on the precipice of the biggest orgasm she’d ever had, rolling toward her like an avalanche.

Coming.
She opened her mouth over him and sucked him down.

He shouted and climaxed. The heat and force of him overwhelmed her, triggering her own orgasm.

Brring.

She burst. Pleasure swamped her in huge, hard waves, drowning out the ring. His mouth worked her rhythmically through it, his fingers driving into her sex, wringing even bigger contractions from her.

Somewhere along the way he pulled out of her mouth and turned his hips to the side. His fingers gentled, easing out her last bits of pleasure.

Her body rang with the aftershocks of an orgasm that had totaled her. Contractions ebbed. Peace settled in their place.

Brring.

“Damn it.” Peace broke. “That’s the third callback. I have to answer.”

“I know.” He rolled onto his feet and held out his hand.

She took it, her eyes flicking to his cock, hanging satisfied, still heavy and thick. As she came to her feet, her naked breasts swayed with unusual weight. Swollen. She went to the phone. Even her hips worked differently, languid, extra-fluid. Her inner parts were swollen too and walking brushed everything in all sorts of exciting, distracting ways.

She was wrung out, totally satisfied…and yet shockingly, she wanted to do it again. Only this time face-to-face, with tab A in its proper slot.

It took all her willpower to reach that phone. “Uncommon Night Owl, how may I help you?” Her voice was husky.

“Sophia!” Aunt Linda sounded quite chipper. “I’m absolutely fine. Just ran into a tiny spot of trouble with Noah’s hex. Looking for a cure. Be back soon. Ta-ta!”
Click.

That shocked Sophia out of her languor. “Wait!”

Only a dial tone answered her.

“Damn it,
damn
it.” She jammed the earpiece onto its hook, wishing for a regular handset and satisfying slam. Well, at least now she knew the hex’s victim. Poor Noah.

“What’s wrong?” Noah growled
right behind her.

She spun with a squeak. Should’ve put King’s belled collar on
him
. “Nothing.” Everything. “That was Aunt Linda. She’s fine, which is good. She’s looking for a cure to—” in the nick of time she realized he might not know he’d been hit with a spell.

“To my hex?”

“Yes.” She glared her frustration at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought the problem was solved, so I omitted it.”

“You mean you lied.” She’d trusted the wrong man at the wrong time and wasn’t making that mistake again.

Only she had made that mistake, and she wanted to make it yet again. Her gaze slid down the rapid rise and fall of his heavy chest. Below, he was coming to attention again. And damn her, that proudly jutting erection made her want to climb on and yell yee-hah so badly she burned with it.

Have intercourse—
make love
—to a man who’d just lied to her? A witch rubbing naughty parts with a wolf was bad enough.

He was actually growing bigger under her gaze. She could see his cock throb. Looked painful. She should at least help him out with that.

No, she shouldn’t. Not her problem. He was an alpha wolf. He’d have no problem finding some little she-wolf to raise her tail.

Sudden pain stabbed Sophia’s gut and propelled her into motion. “Doesn’t matter.” She headed for the stairs, grabbing her clothes as she went. She now had proof that Aunt Linda had left under her own steam and was okay. She could put inappropriate wolf/witch attractions behind her.

She could go home.

She trotted upstairs and turned resolutely for the bedrooms. Despite everything, she’d been two seconds from humping Noah like a bunny. Willpower alone wouldn’t cut it. This was one of those decisions she had to make by changing the environment. Time to get away from temptation. Get out of there ASAP. She’d have to find a place for King but… Speaking of, where was King? She slowed, puzzling at it.

“Sophia, wait.” Noah leaped up the stairs after her.

Panic flared. She scrambled for the bedroom and managed to make it inside just in time to shut the door in his face. His strong face with that sexy stubble, those broad shoulders and capable hands…she nearly popped the door open again.

“Sophia, are you okay?”

Clothes.
Clothes would keep her from doing the unthinkable and jumping his bones, or at least delay it. Hopefully. She wasn’t discounting the possibility of strip-shredding like the Hulk. She fumbled on her bra, wishing she could be like the groomer and don asexuality with an apron. At the very least, clothes would keep her from getting overheated simply from her swollen nipples and sex brushing
air
.

“Sophia, let me in.”

She shrugged on her blouse and left it unbuttoned while she slid on panties and pants, dancing over to the bed while she zipped and buttoned to haul her suitcase out from under.

Click
.

The door opened behind her. She spun, hastily buttoning.

Noah glided in, big and silent—and still
naked
.

She pointed. “C-cover that.”

He carried his clothes. His answer was to slowly press his crumpled jeans over his groin with one strong hand. Tendons stood stark in his forearm, emphasizing his strength.

Sophia groaned. Urges flooded her, to shove him to the floor, climb on and play Chutes and Ladders on his naked chest. Which bulged most intriguingly as he took a deep breath then slowly let it out.

A pendant emerged briefly, unseen before because it nestled between his impressive pectorals. Or because she’d been fixated on his thick, vein-throbbing…arms.
Yeah, right.
The small lacquered piece was a sleek black animal shaped like a wolf.

“You’re leaving.” He breathed again and in the lift of those heavy muscles she forgot the wolf, forgot everything, forgot even her name in the desire flushing her, surging to her extremities and pooling heavily in her lips and groin. She couldn’t relieve the renewed ache between her legs, but she did lick her lips.

His eyes dropped to her mouth and he groaned. “Why do you have to be so beautiful?”

Me? What about you?
She shook with longing, so hard it scared her. She tried to put words between them. “You said my nose was too long.”

“You remember the strangest things. Sophia, please don’t leave. I need your help finding Linda.”

“I’m afraid Linda doesn’t want to be found. Could you get dressed?”

“With you watching? No.”

“Well then, could you at least stop breathing?”