Single Wicked Wolf (3 page)

All presumptions aside, Murphy sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. The strength of the wolf holding her made her own relax to the point of wanting to snuggle. Contact only increased the desire. She’d been on her own for a long time, through choice, and the experience had been fabulous except…
Wow I forgot how nice it is to be around someone who gets it.
“No, you’re presumptuous as all hell, but it’s kind of nice, too.”

Rubbing her shoulder, he led her toward a series of doors. “Well then I shall not assume I am still invited to join your shower.”

Heat scalded her cheeks. The wild, ripeness of orchards in summertime, vineyards and sun-heated rich earth filled her nostrils. Hot, masculine scent that left her touch-starved. One thing she did know about Seven Hills, they took honor seriously. “Promise me that nothing we do or don’t do has anything to do with our packs?”

“You have my word.”

She believed him. “How long till our flight?” Their flight, not hers.

“At least two hours.” Promise licked every word.

Her pussy clenched and her nipples beaded at the provocative invitation. At the door, which read spa, he opened it for her. Inside, a woman rose with a smile and asked them if they needed a room for one or two. Giovanni said nothing, instead, the weight of his gaze rested against her. Her choice.

Her decision.

Glancing sideways at him, her wolf perked and she could almost feel her tail beginning to thump. Warmth gleamed in his eyes, warmth and playfulness.

Play.

“Two.” What the hell…she was an adult.

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The implicit challenge roiling in her gaze when she’d sensed possible deception on his part rankled him only in as much as few wolves ever questioned his honesty. None who did would he count among his allies or even as knowing him well. He had no reason to lie. Murphy—he loved her unusual name—did not know him at all, and as she said, she was a foreign wolf on neutral territory.

If not for the continued scent of desire clinging to her and the hostility she’d displayed to the poor girl acting as concierge, he might have left the pursuit alone. Whether they traveled via the same flight or not was irrelevant. He would soon be a guest of her pack and while he found her alluring and interesting, he didn’t force his attention on any woman.

Surrendering the option to her at the spa doors, he allowed her to invite him along. Professional to a fault, their hostess escorted them to a private room. They weren’t fancy, a bathroom with a small sitting area. For guests seeking other spa services such as a massage or facial while they waited, they had other amenities. She added an extra stack of towels, told them to buzz her if they needed anything, then let herself out.

Alone with Murphy, Giovanni prowled the room. He’d used the showers in the first class lounge area on previous occasions. The water pressure was more than adequate and always hot. The accommodations remained much as he remembered them. Clean, with a doublewide shower stall, two jets and a mirror. He tested the glass, and found it remained only a mirror and not a one-way observation set up. After discovering one of those in an airport lounge in France, he always tested. No obvious listening devices or cameras.

Throughout his very thorough inspection, Murphy followed him with her gaze. The weight of her appraisal settled upon him. The wolf in him would not rest or allow himself much in the way of pleasure until he’d ascertained security. It didn’t matter that Murphy wasn’t his nor even a part of Seven Hills, for as long as he was in her company, he would see to it she was safe from all potential threats.

“This will do,” he said after another pass. Glancing at her, he let the pleasure of her patience roll over him. She’d not taken a single step farther into the room while he worked. The moment their gazes locked, hers lowered a fraction. Shy, but with teeth. “Enjoy your shower, I will keep it safe for you.”

Her gaze darted up to meet his and she raised her brows. Better. “I thought a shower for two would be more fun for us.”

“Absolutely. Make no mistake, I want you.” He could practically taste the sweet feminine treat in her need as it perfumed the air. “But I will not coerce or have your wolf submit to mine because you think you should.”

Aggravation blurred the lust in her delicious scent and she propped a hand on her jutted hip. “
Signor
, you are a devastatingly sexy man, and I’m not going to pretend you’re not aware of how attractive you are. But I have never, will never, and don’t plan to now, roll over and offer my ass to any dominant wolf that comes along.”

His wolf’s ears perked forward and he went predator still. The world had all kinds of prey, and a woman’s affections and trust were the sweetest victory to capture. Murphy’s charm lay in the air of politeness until she snapped. He almost suspected she’d say please and thank you during a dominance fight. A rare treat. Despite the challenge in meeting his gaze, she was not a submissive. Not even close. So what was it about her?

Letting his gaze trail over her figure, he smiled. The skirt suited the curvy line of her ass and he suspected those curves included the breasts hidden behind the smart cut of her jacket. “So it is not my dominance which changed your mind?”

Stripping off her jacket, she rewarded him with a view of her silk, sleeveless blouse. It was a deep green, and brought out the hint of it in her hazel eyes. The ties in the front disguised her breasts from his view. “Nope.”

The unhelpful answer amused him. She stepped out of her shoes and wiggled her bare toes against the carpet. The pretty pink color of her polish added to the feminine appeal of her appearance.

Enjoying the interaction, he angled his head to the side. Her calf muscles were present if not well-defined. Softer than most of the females he’d spent time with over the last few months.
Not a fighter.

Unzipping her skirt, she wiggled once and fabric dropped toward the floor. Moisture fled his mouth at the length of bare thighs and a sweet pair of string bikini bottoms in the same shade as her top. The honey-kissed skin was the same shade everywhere. It was either her natural skin tone or she’d adopted nude sunbathing while in Europe.

He approved.

“See something you like?” she asked, pulling the tie on her blouse. A single tug and the top fell open, revealing a demi-cup bra with the warm globes of her breasts pushed high and proud. His cock stiffened to steel. The peaks of her nipples pressed against the fabric. Slipping free of her top, she turned away from him, and gave him a view of that perfectly luscious ass.

An image of Venus and her beautiful curves leapt to mind. His wolf wanted to touch, explore and hold the exquisite figure before them. She took her time folding the clothes she’d stripped before reaching behind her to undo the bra. Leaning forward, he waited in anticipation for the scrap to fall away. Were her nipples darker or more cherry—her lips were the perfect shade of autumn.

Tossing a glance over her shoulder, she said, “I’m going to turn on the shower now, if you’re still dressed when I get there, I’ll assume you just want to watch.”

Warned, he stood and shed his shoes and shirt with alacrity, tracking her path as she pivoted. Her nipples were flushed deep red, like overripe raspberries. One hand on his pant fasteners, he murmured, “I would very much like to adore you with my mouth, my hands and my cock,
cara
.”

She stilled, the lush hints of her desire turned positively decadent. If he nosed her folds, he knew without a doubt she would be slick and ready for him. Her tongue flicked over her lips, moistening them. She reached into the shower to turn it on before facing him. “Is there anything stopping you?”

“I need you to only answer one question for me.” Stripping off his jeans, he wanted to puff his chest out in pride as her gaze went to his stiffened erection. His need was quite obvious, and his blood pounded its way south to leave him engorged, heavy and ready to sate himself.

Steam began to rise from the shower and she reached for her panties. Stalking across the room, he slid his fingers between the waistband and her silky skin. Hot to the touch, he curved his fingers to stroke and explore. “What question?” Her breathlessness matched her rapid pulse.

“Is there anything you do not wish me to do, explicitly?” They had ninety minutes at least, and he’d placed an order for food to be ready for them.

“To not do?” The quivery note of disbelief sent a surge of satisfaction through his bloodstream. Dipping his hand lower, he grazed his forefinger against her labia. They were damp, slick with her need. Her pupils dilated and her nostrils flared. Yes, his little shy wolf was definitely interested.

“
Si, cara
,” he lowered his head until their lips were scant millimeters apart. “Do you not like to have a tongue on your clit? Would you prefer I not tease your g-spot with my fingers or make you orgasm before I thrust my cock into you? Do you not want to have your ass toyed with or your nipples nipped and sucked? Do you prefer to face your lover or grip the wall or in any position? Do you want force or coaxing? What do you not like or wish I don’t do, sweet Murphy?”

Instead of answering him, she leaned upward on her toes and closed the distance to press her lips to his. Skimming the seam of her labia with his fingertips as her mouth opened to his questing tongue, he circled her clit. The low growl she released sparked one of his own. Gliding his fingers until he could ease one inside the sweet channel. Yes. She was definitely ready for him.

The sharp sting of her teeth on his lower lip dragged his attention to her golden eyes. She’d lost control and his wolf surged forward. Locking his free hand on her nape, he murmured, “Lick it better.”

She nuzzled his lower lip obediently, and this time he fused his mouth to hers, he demanded obedience. With a moan, she surrendered and the next blink revealed her sweet, soft hazel eyes once more. He could play with wolf or woman, but the wolf would obey him or feel his teeth.

Though the throbbing of his cock suggested she’d be feeling his teeth regardless. “Better,
cara
. Tell me quickly—you want your shower and I want you.”

“God, I want you, too.” She rose higher, straining against his hand and he added a second finger to the first. The stroke of his thumb over her clit earned him another low sound of desire. The throatiness gave her voice a husky quality. “I want everything—except pain. I’m not a big fan of pain.”

“Never pain,
cara
,” he whispered, tracing her lips with his tongue. Nudging her backward into the shower, he tore away the scrap of panties. A hiss escaped her lips as he touched her clit again. “If you want everything,” he increased the stroke of his fingers as he slid his free hand to her breast. Palming the nipple while she stood beneath the shower stream, he locked her into another hard kiss. The water cascading over them heightened the sensations while washing away the scent of airports, planes, and too many strangers. Releasing her, he said, “Then everything you shall have.”

With ruthless focus, he pursued her pleasure. Three hard strokes over her clit and she came against his fingers. Her nails dug into his biceps, and she tipped her head to turn her face to the shower stream. Releasing the hard pressure would let her enjoy the rest. The abandon in her cries stoked the furnace of his lust. When her legs trembled, he slid an arm around her and hoisted her against him, then pressed her to the wall.

Dilated pupils betrayed the pleasure still quaking through her. He nuzzled her cheek, cradling her while she rode the eddies of satisfaction. Drifting kisses along her jaw, he fisted his control. She tipped her head back, baring her throat as if an invitation for him to sink his teeth in, but he didn’t bite his lovers. No matter how lush and provocative. Teasing her pulse point with a kiss, he continued on a path to her ear.

“Let me know when you are back with me,
cara
,” he whispered before sucking her earlobe between his lips. Her leg hitched to his hip and she rubbed her sex against the hard length of his cock. Teasing heat and slickness bathed his head.

A growl rumbled in his chest. Her breasts flattened against his chest as he fisted her damp hair and dragged her mouth beneath his for another kiss. The gentleness in him leaked away as she opened her mouth and skimmed her tongue out to meet his. The demand to claim and dominate roared through him, but Giovanni was no novice nor did he submit to his wolf’s blatant need to storm her defenses.

The sweetness in her submission echoed in every scrape of her nails, the hitches in her breath and the hard, pebbled nipples rubbing against him. As the combined scent of travel sluiced away, he tasted only the sweet nectar of Murphy. She trailed her fingers along his spine, and when she reached his ass, the hint of a sting had him surging against her as her claws bit into him.

His wolf rose. Always just beneath the surface, his beast hungered for more. Drawing away enough to palm her breast, he began to massage. The emotions playing over her face tore away the mask of civilization. Gold bled into her eyes and the musk of her wolf rose. The dark allure of it dragged at him and he let his wolf flash into his eyes. Her smile at the sigh amped his desire. No fear ruined the moment. Not every woman could handle his wolf, a simple fact he’d long accepted. Narrowing the gap, he rubbed his nose to hers.

“Yes,” she whispered to his unasked question. She was still with him, woman and wolf writhing against him beneath the hot spill of water. When she gripped his cock, he released a hiss. The pressure of her palm proved a pleasure and a pain. From tip to base, she worked his length, pausing only to tickle his balls at the end of each pass. His teeth clenched as he zeroed in on her pulse point. Withdrawing, he eased her hand away from his aching dick and turned her around. Flattening her palms to the wall, he nipped her ear. “Don’t move.”

The order reverberated through him and her wolf arched back and pushed her ass toward him in invitation, but she remained obedient. Hanging onto his control, he skimmed his hands along her sides then down to her ass. Kneeling, he kissed the sweet dimple on each generous curve before easing a hand between thighs. She parted them at his urging, spreading herself wide.