Opposition: Montana Wolves, Book Four (Montana Wolves series 4) (6 page)

He cupped her then, pinching her straining nipples, and she spread her legs a little wider beneath him, arching herself against him so that he could feel every curve of her gorgeous body.

God dammit.

He broke their kiss, lifting her shirt and dipping his head, lowering his lips to her nipple. He'd expected her to argue again, to try and pin him down or fight, but she ran her fingers through his hair instead, spreading her legs wider as his tongue swirled around her peak and his thumb flicked the other sensitive bud.

"At least we know you can do one thing right," she murmured, half on a gasp. He glanced up at her to see a teasing smile tugging at her mouth.

Her cheeks were a rosy, sexy pink, her lips full and red...

"It's a shame you don't put your mouth to better use," he shot back and she quirked a brow.

"All right," she said, her eyes going soft as she wriggled from beneath him. He knew he should’ve have, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop her as she pressed him onto his back and slithered lower.

He ignored the resulting throb of his cock and held her still, cursing himself. If he let her do that, he was in deep trouble.

“There’ll be time for that. But first I need to look at you.” He moved to unbutton her jeans, but before he even got the chance to touch her, her nimble fingers were at his fly.

“Now you think you’re calling all the shots?” She yanked his pants down along with his boxers, and his pulse kicked into overdrive as she stilled, her face only inches from his swollen head.

He caught sight of her sweet, pink tongue as she inched closer…

God, what he wouldn’t give to feel her there. To have her warm mouth close around him and suck until he—

One swipe of her tongue, and his vision went hazy.

He growled, halting her with a hand in her hair. “I don’t think I’m calling the shots. I
am
calling them.” He rolled her off him and this time, he wasn’t letting her up until he made her scream. He undid her pants then tugged them down her legs. “And this time, I go first.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but before she got the chance, he slid her panties down her thighs and past her ankles before tossing them aside. For a long moment, he just stared down at her, his throat going tight with need.

The narrow swatch of dark hair, those silky thighs, suddenly he was desperate to see the rest. To know if she was as pretty there as she was everywhere else.

He spread her thighs wide and, even in his fantasies, he’d never imagined that she'd be so pink, so wet, so ready as she was right now.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he muttered.

He bowed his head between her thighs and lapped at her slit with one, long swipe of his tongue. She rocked into him with a muffled groan, thighs tensing around his shoulders, and he pressed his tongue deeper, committing the taste of her to memory.

He let his fingers trail between her legs, tracing a pattern over her soft skin until she shook beneath his touch. Again, she made a sound from above that was nothing more than a squeak.

He ignored every instinct urging him to keep going. To lick and suck and consume until she came so hard, she felt it down to her very soul.

Instead, he pulled back and looked up at her tense face. “You’re biting your lip so hard, it’s bleeding,” he said softly.

Her eyes snapped open and the look of concentration faded as her already flushed cheeks went a fiery shade of red.

“I was trying to be quiet.”

“Why would you do that?”

“That’s just…what I do.” Already he could feel her pulling away from him, her thighs straining to close, her expressive face shutting down.

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” she snapped, a little of her sass coming back now, but it was fleeting. She took a deep breath and met his gaze. “I guess it makes me feel…”

“Vulnerable?”

Her nod was slow to come, but when it did, he felt a rush of tenderness that he couldn’t ever remember feeling before.

“Don’t.” He’d kept his voice soft, but there was no question it was a demand.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t pull away. Don’t hold back. Not with me.”

S
HE SWALLOWED
past the dryness in her throat and stared at Grey sitting back on his haunches, glancing from her face to the apex of her thighs and back again, as if he couldn’t help himself. God, he was sexy.

But did he have any idea what he was asking of her? Why couldn’t he just make this easy?

“It’s okay to let me in Maggie. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

The moment was so emotionally charged, she briefly considered making a run for it, and even glanced at the door.

And then what, stupid?

And then she’d get to spend the rest of her life wondering what it would have been like…

"I don’t know if I can," she whispered, meeting his gaze.

"Only one way to find out."

There was no gentle re-introduction. He just dove back in, consuming her, licking and sucking until she arched helplessly against him. A low moan built in her throat, and she fought the urge to swallow it, letting it break from her lips like a plea.

For a moment, it felt like weakness.

And then? It felt like freedom, because Grey was there, murmuring his encouragement against her, his strong hands flexing over her hips and pinning her as he took her higher.

She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, scraping her nails against the wood for support as his tongue pulsed inside her, sending delicious shivers through her, from head to toe.

The pressure was building steadily, like a river after a heavy rain, and her body shook with the effort of trying to control it. Manage it in some way that wouldn’t leave her wrecked when it was over.

Then he caught her clit gently between his teeth and rubbed his tongue against the aching knot just as he skimmed a hand over her stomach and tweaked her pebbled, pink nipple.

"Oh god," she cried, surprising even herself, as he worked her to a fever pitch. He growled in response, and that only stoked the flames. She strained toward him…toward it. The orgasm that waited like a ripe peach, right there for the picking.

Then he dipped a finger inside of her and her body froze, another cry escaping her lips without her consent.

“So tight," he groaned against her, his voice all grit and need, his heated breath fanning against her skin. He pulsed a finger inside of her until her entire body shook.

The thrusts were gentle at first, but once he’d set the tempo, that beautiful rhythm, all thoughts of staying quiet fled and his name became a low chant, growing louder by the second.

So close, so close...

She couldn't take it anymore. She needed him. Needed to come, needed to feel that thick cock deep inside her.

“Please,” she gasped. “Please, Grey. Now.”

H
E PUSHED
onto his knees and nipped his way up her stomach, taking a second to draw one, taut nipple into his mouth and suck. Her body was like a fucking carnival and he didn’t want to miss even one ride.

He pulled back to look down at her and his cock jerked with the need that had been building since she’d pounced on him in the woods. He was going to make her come so hard that she wouldn't be able to think straight for days to come, and the only way to do that was by driving her insane now.

Even if that meant he would be driving himself crazy in the process.

"Not yet," he ground out. She was close enough to feel. Her heat was only inches from his cock. One subtle move, one thrust and he'd be inside of her, warm and wet and perfect.

He nipped her throat, working his way to her earlobe and teasing her.

A soft moan escaped her lips and her hips arched up, pressing her slick folds to his hard length.

“God damn it,” he groaned, the blood pulsing so loudly in his ears, he could barely think straight.

“Please, Grey.”

His strong, mouthy, bossy Maggie was asking him so nicely, and she was so ready for him—

“Fuck it,” he snarled. He took his swollen cock in hand, and positioned himself, muscles quaking as he dipped the head inside her molten heat.

They both gasped as he slowly sank in, inch by throbbing inch, until he filled her.

"Jesus," he ground out. She was the best kind of tight, the most perfect kind of warm. He was torn between the urge to lay into her nice and slow, and feel the liquid drag of her flesh against his until they both lost their minds, or to pull back and plunge deep, and fast, riding her hard until they both exploded.

All he knew for sure was that he never wanted to leave.

But the wolf was rising fast inside him, and the clawing, driving need made rational thought impossible. He was moving without thinking, working himself in and out of her, hard and deep.

She took in a sharp breath as her hips rocked against him and she circled her arms around his back, digging her nails into his skin, urging him on.

He pulled back so he could watch her, mesmerized by her breasts bouncing with every move, and then moved close again to feel her nipples branding his chest with every thrust.

Jesus Christ.

"I'm going to come," she groaned.

Her pussy pulsed around him and he closed his eyes, feeling every quake and movement of her shuddering muscles. What he wouldn't give to bottle this feeling. To feel her coming around his aching cock. To hear her sweet cries in his ears. To bathe in her scent until there was nothing but her.

“Ah, Grey!”

She gasped again, her channel clutching at him like an unseen fist, and it was all over.

The world went black before his eyes and he was lost. His balls went tight, locked and loaded for takeoff and then it was over. Every muscle in his body seemed to expand and contract all at once as he came, cock spurting and twitching inside her, filling her with hot liquid as he called her name.

Maggie.

His one true mate.

And the woman he could never have.

CHAPTER SIX

W
hen their bodies cooled and he finally rolled away from her, she was unsure whether the low hum in her mind was from sheer exhaustion or from the adrenaline that was still snapping in the air between them.

She glanced at him, focusing too long on the way his chest moved with every deep breath. A soft smile curved his lips and he flopped an arm out beside him, inviting her in. To her surprise, she felt a pull toward him and the humming in her head grew louder.

This had been a mistake. A moment of weakness.

It was hard to remember that, staring at him now, but she would sure as hell be reminded of it soon enough. He might not be like his father, but he was still a member of an enemy pack. That could change in the future, but right now? She had to deal in facts.

The Big Sky Canyon wolves were murderers. Not even out of necessity. Sometimes just for fun. And against it or no, Grey hadn’t defected, or overthrown his father to put a stop to it yet.

When she looked at him, that's what she should think about. Not how good he looked in the moonlight or the way his stubble had felt against her thighs. A shudder of pleasure traveled through her at the thought, and she scrambled to her feet, looking around for her scattered clothes.

Until or unless something changed, she couldn't trust herself to be this close to him. Couldn't let her emotions blind her again.

"This was a mistake," she said. "I'm sorry."

He looked up at her, still unmoving, his silver eyes cooling to pewter. "If that was a mistake, imagine what we could do on purpose." His tone was light, but there was no missing the underlying tightness.

She tried to ignore the way her heart wrenched when she looked down at him. "We can't do that again."

She passed by him on the way to collect her top and his fingers closed around her ankle.

"I'm afraid I have to disagree with you again. In fact, I think if there's one thing we should do again, it's definitely that." He rose his eyebrows in challenge. "Or variations on a theme."

"Grey." She moved her ankle away, but could still feel the warmth of his hands on her skin.

"Maggie." He rolled to his feet and crossed his arms over his chest, not bothering to hide the fact that he was watching her dress.

Her stomach sank. He wasn’t going to make this easy, which sucked because it was already the hardest thing she’d ever had to do. It was exactly this she’d spent her life dodging and the one thing she hated about being a wolf. The way their instincts chose a mate. The way they fell head over heels for someone out of nowhere. So completely, that everything else ceased to matter or exist.

Like Liam had with Amalie.

Like Billy had with Amber.

And, for all her judgment, she was on the verge of joining their ranks. Grey might not be human, but he was no less off limits to her. Loving him was a weakness she couldn’t afford that would come at a price she would never ask her pack to pay.

"You know this is wrong. At least my alpha knows I’m here. What are your people going to do when you go back smelling of Pray?"

Something flashed in his eyes but it was gone before she could put her finger on it. He yanked his sweater over his head and tugged his jeans on before leaning against the knotty pine kitchen table. “I’m a big boy. I’ll handle it. I’m more worried about you.”

"Me?"

"If you were smart, you'd leave Pray. If your pack isn’t going to turn the woman, then it’s going to be a bloodbath. If your alpha can’t see that then he doesn’t deserve your loyalty. But I imagine that isn’t what you’re asking me, is it?”

She wouldn't leave her pack. They were all she had, the only people she could count on. One night of amazing sex didn't change any of that, even if it was with Grey.

She hardened her heart and clenched her trembling hands into fists. “And your alpha deserves your loyalty? Why haven’t
you
left?”

“I did. And I came back not for my father, but for the rest of my pack. And, when the time is right, I will take over. It’s coming soon. All I’m asking is for you to try to stay alive until it does so I can make things right.”