Insatiable Craving: 2 (Insatiable Nights) (9 page)

His arms were still around her, but by some small saving grace, Ginny had passed out. Though he had no way of knowing what had sent her over the edge—the orgasm that had ricocheted through her body and into his or the fact his wolf had struggled free.

Fur lined his arms and stretched up his neck. His eyesight had sharpened and his canines were extended. The sweet smell of
woman
had crawled into his nostrils, spiced with the hot twang of sex and sweat. Something resembling a howl had seared off his lips just seconds before, taking all sense of sound with it. He had lost control in a very real way—a way he couldn’t conceal or deny, and it hadn’t been due to anger. For the first time in his life.

Panic smacked his chest like a gunshot. “Oh my God,” he whispered, and at once sound returned—a booming explosion that nearly knocked him onto his back.

Then another scent tickled the air. A very welcome scent, no matter how much the prospect of discovery terrified him.

Aria.

Thank Christ. Maybe she would know what to do.

“Holy fucking shit!” she screamed, making him wince. An abundance of anything while he was wolfed out was too much, and no one knew how to pitch a shrill like Arianna McClain. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

Razor tightened his hold on Ginny and tried to turn. Aria stood in his office doorway, her jaw inches from the floor, her wide eyes glaring silver daggers at him. “This isn’t what it looks like,” he said, then winced. God, how pathetic could one man be?

“So you didn’t just take a long-ass stage break to fuck a stranger with your goddamn door open?”

“All right, it might be exactly what it looks like.” Razor frowned. He really had forgotten to close the door. Jesus, what in the world had gotten into him?

The answer to that particular question was easy. Ginny. The second she’d stepped into Electric Panther tonight, his body had gone tense with awareness and his cock had hardened damn near painfully. He’d known then he was in trouble, but hadn’t realized nearly how much until their gazes connected. Until he saw the need on her face. At that moment, he would have taken her in the middle of the goddamn room if he’d lacked other options. Something primal had called to him. Something beyond anything he’d ever experienced—and the rush had tasted so damn good it hadn’t mattered at that moment whether it made sense.

The girl was bad news. If not for encouraging his own recklessness, then certainly for the fact that he sat now with her passed out in his arms and his inner wolf had made half the transition to outer.

Aria raised her hand and worked her magic. The next second, he felt his fangs recede and the fur stretching up his limbs vanished. His ears stopped ringing and the smells he’d enjoyed grew faint until reaching normal levels.

And though the world righted itself, nothing could be right again. Twice. Two times in one day he had lost the grip on his inner animal. He had tumbled over the precarious edge he’d spent years learning to navigate. His wolf hadn’t been so temperamental since after Natalie’s death, when the girl’s friend—Raegan Something-or-other, if he remembered correctly—confronted him and demanded what, if anything, he knew about the murder. With guilt, anger, confusion and hormones jacking his nerves, it hadn’t been the best time to corner a strung-out werewolf. Thank fuck animal control had been on campus that night to chase him away, or Raegan’s blood might be on his hands as well. Razor released a trembling breath. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Aria snorted. “That’s for damn sure.”

“Hey, it was your brilliant idea that I start getting physical—”

“Like a normal person, Raz! Not like some freaky nympho who can’t keep his paws to himself.”

“I didn’t mean… It just happened.”

He couldn’t help his wince. He had waded into deep waters armed only with a slew of pathetic excuses. Trying to determine what had happened tonight—why he’d lost control of himself at all, let alone so thoroughly—was beyond his understanding. And with Ginny’s warm body pressed against him, her hot cunt still wrapped around his semihard prick, he couldn’t promise it wouldn’t happen again the second she awoke.

He’d never wanted a woman like this, which made her dangerous. He didn’t even know her last name.

“It,” Aria repeated slowly, “just happened?”

“Yes. I saw her and… I don’t know what’s happening, but it happened. For her too.” Razor tightened his arms around Ginny. “For both of us.”

By the look on Aria’s face, she remained unimpressed or unconvinced—either way meant Razor was staring down a serious ass-chewing. However, a small melodic moan teased the air before the blonde witch could choke out another word.

Ginny was waking up.

His body’s response was instantaneous, and the beast in his chest began to purr, his cock swelling inside her against his mind’s protests. He couldn’t do this again—not right now, and certainly not with Aria standing voyeur. Shame and desire ballooned within his chest and warred equal parts for recognition. Ginny whimpered and shifted slightly, her pussy tightening around him. She blinked slowly and lifted her head, and the second their eyes connected that strange possessive snarl he’d come to identify with her dulled his hearing.

“Hi,” she said softly.

He warmed, his body threatening to melt in her arms. “Hi.”

A small smile flirted with her bewitching mouth. Then her gaze shifted over his shoulder. “There’s a girl in here.”

“That’s Aria,” Razor murmured.

“I’m Aria.”

“Aria.” Ginny nodded. “I remember. From last night.”

“That’s me.”

Razor grinned. “She’s looking for me.”

Ginny nodded again, then slowly drew her eyes back to his. Her pussy tightened around him again, though from the look on her face he knew that one was intentional. She grasped his forearms and squeezed. “Mmm. Did she find you?”

“Ugh. I’m outta here.” Something clanked behind him. “I’ll tell Silver we’re gonna need her to act as DJ for the rest of the night.”

“No,” Razor said, doing his best to ignore his body’s responses, his aching erection and each instinct that screamed at him to throw Ginny on her back and fuck her until they
both
passed out. “Gimme fifteen. I’ll be back out.”

Aria snorted. “Whatever. And I’m
closing
the door.” She was gone the next second, the sound of a door locking punctuating her statement.

Razor stared at Ginny, who stared right back. He couldn’t get a read on her, though from the blush on her cheeks she was entertaining a rush of embarrassment, but the desire in her eyes battled for dominance.

“I’m sorry for passing out,” she whispered. “And for…ruining your night.”

He chuckled and stole a kiss off her lips, in spite of his misgivings. Her hips had started rolling, her pussy dragging along his skin before welcoming him into her warm wetness again. How in the world his body could remain so prime and ready seemed beyond him, though he’d once heard a heightened sex drive was part of a werewolf’s unifying with his inner animal.

He placed his hands on her hips to stop her, but fuck, he couldn’t help himself.

“We need,” Razor said, panting softly, “to talk.”

“Mhmm.” The smile on Ginny’s face brightened, her head falling back. “Talking good. Not as good as this.”

“Fuck no.”

She placed a hand on his chest and coaxed him back until his shoulder blades hit the floor. Razor hummed his approval, slipping his fingers under her blouse. He wanted her naked—completely. Wanted to drink her in with his eyes, explore her curves with his hands, feel her breasts in his palms and her nipples between his lips. He wanted everything in that moment, but he stood by what he said. They did need to talk.

“Hard to concentrate,” Razor growled, “with you moving like that.”

“You complaining?” she asked.

Complain? He almost laughed. What sane man would complain while being ridden to oblivion? Especially after going so long without a woman. “No,” he said, his fingers sliding farther up her blouse until he had the swell of her breast cradled against him. “Fuck no.”

“I just want this to last.”

Razor didn’t know to what she referred, and at the moment he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything so long as she moved like that. His prick was her body’s prisoner and if she never released him, he’d die a happy man.

“I’ll make it last,” he promised.

Ginny sighed and swirled her hips, her pussy swallowing his cock with hard need as she steered him home again and again. Fuck, she was glorious. Gone was the shy wallflower he’d met just hours ago, or the overtly self-aware fan whose hot gaze burned his face every night he took the stage. Somewhere within her shell resided a wanton creature whose sexuality had been repressed far too long. Her soft brown hair fell in ringlets over her shoulders, her swollen lips parted as heady little gasps tore into the air.

She moved over him in long, desperate strokes, gaining momentum with every downward plunge. She rode him as though she’d been born to ride and had only now found the right partner.

“You look so good,” Razor whispered, running his thumb over her bra-clad nipple. His other hand dipped to her pussy. “I love watching you fuck me.”

“This isn’t me,” Ginny whispered, a delicious roll of sweat dribbling into her eye. It was the same thing she’d said this morning—or something similar—though it sounded less like a protest now and more like a warning. As though she was afraid he was attracted to someone who didn’t exist.

“Ginny…”

“It isn’t me.” She whimpered when his thumb settled over her clit, her thrusts coming harder now, her pussy squeezing him with every plunge. His juice-slathered cock hardened each time she took him inside and his balls constricted with the need for release.

What was she doing to him?

“It isn’t me,” she said again. “But I want it to be.”

Razor lifted himself up and seized her lips, swallowing her moan as she came apart around him. He bucked, screwed his eyes shut and spilled himself inside her with a hard roar. And as before, his blood pulsated against his skull and his bones quaked as the wolf strained for freedom. Yet he was prepared this time. He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw, his arms shaking and the rest of his body threatening to shatter into a thousand pieces.

He didn’t know how he was going to keep his wits about him if this didn’t end. And he didn’t want it to.

He didn’t want her to go anywhere.

After a few moments, Ginny raised her head and blinked sleepily. “Hi,” she said.

“You didn’t pass out this time.”

“I really wanted to.” She giggled, a goofy smile spreading across her face. “I need to get up.”

“Why?”

“Because I might fuck you again if I don’t.”

“Not the worst problem to have,” Razor replied and kissed her. Yet he knew he couldn’t afford to lose himself again—if not for the wolf screaming for freedom each time he lost himself in her, then definitely for the fact Aria would come in here and blast his unholy ass to kingdom come if he didn’t make good on his promise to finish up the night’s gig.

Ginny nodded and lifted herself off his lap, wincing when he slipped out of her. She staggered to the sofa and plucked her slacks off the floor. “I really didn’t mean for this to happen,” she said. “Especially not twice.”

Razor nodded and watched her. The liberated sex goddess of just seconds ago had disappeared, crawled back inside the skin of the wallflower. The transformation was jarring. She didn’t need to keep reminding him her behavior wasn’t a reflection of herself—it was all over her face.

Whatever was happening to him had happened to her as well.

“It’s okay,” he said. The words sounded weak even to him.

“No,” Ginny replied sharply. “It’s not. I came here because…God, I don’t know. And now I’ve had sex. Twice—no, three times. I came here to—
what
,
and I ended up here. Having sex. Again. Unprotected sex, mind you, with a man I don’t know.”

“I’m Razor.”

She gave him the stink eye. “You know what I mean.”

Yeah, he did. But that didn’t change anything. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s been so long for me, I didn’t even think about…protection. If something happens—”

She snorted, her eyebrows shooting skyward. “Yeah.”

He frowned. Her self-depreciating tone had taken an unpleasant edge. “What?” he asked.

“This sort of thing is new for you? Fucking groupies?”

“You’re not a groupie.”

Ginny snorted again and started wiggling on her pants. “I might as well be.”

“And all of this is new for me. You’re the first woman I’ve been with in years.”

Since Natalie tried to kill me and wound up dead instead.

Somehow he didn’t think those words would inspire much comfort. Still, he didn’t like the guarded look that had seized Ginny’s expression, and though he could understand her skepticism, he wasn’t wild about the picture she had apparently drawn of him in her head. There was no reason for her to think otherwise, of course; they were strangers, and strangers didn’t need reason beyond impression to form unflattering opinions about someone. Yet for as much as they might not know each other, they’d shared something explosive, and if the heat simmering between them was any indication, the ride was far from over.