Stanley, Gale - Spitfire [Southwest Shifter 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (2 page)

Chapter Two

Ayala opened the door on the third knock. Brady stood there, a sheepish look on his face and a huge bouquet of spring flowers in his hand. They were an absolute carnival of colors, a mix of orange lilies, blue delphiniums,
yellow germinis
, purple asters, and lemon leaves, and she longed to bury her face in their fragrant beauty. Instead, she frowned at him and put her hands on her hips. “What’s this?”

He held them out. “A peace offering.”

She should probably slam the door in his face, but in her entire life, no one had ever given her flowers before, and for some idiotic reason she felt like crying. Taking the bouquet, she stepped aside so he could enter the house she shared with the other three she-wolves.

“I’ll get a vase.” She turned away and marched into the kitchen before he could see her eyes misting and try to put his arms around her. If he did, it would be all over. She’d forgive him, melt into his embrace, and let him claim her heart as well as her body, and an emotional attachment was the last thing she wanted.

Despite the fact she gave Brady a hard time, there were some things she truly loved about him. Physically, they were a perfect match. She would never find a human who would make her feel the way he did. But there was more to life than sex. If she stayed with her pack, she’d have to accept her Alpha’s orders and continue to take multiple mates in the hopes one of them would impregnate her and save their species from extinction.
She refused to be treated like a bitch that was good for little more than breeding and satisfying the physical urges of the males. Living among humans wasn’t the life she had envisioned for herself, but at least she’d be able to do as she pleased instead of answering to a man.

Ayala came back and looked for a spot to display the flowers. The little house was still in the midst of being renovated, and there were only a few pieces of furniture. She set them on a workbench that still held cans of paint and brushes.

Brady’s arms circled her, and he nuzzled her hair. “Still mad at me?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

He dropped his arms and stepped back. “Do you want me to go? We can do this another day.”

Not if I can help it.
“No. The Alpha won’t be happy.”

“Fuck the Alpha! He doesn’t have to know everything. Nobody’s carrying any pups anyway.”

Ayala let out a little gasp, and her fingers flew to her open mouth. As far she knew, Brady had never disobeyed the Alpha or spoken one word against him. She turned and gave Brady a shaky smile. “You would do that for me?”

“And a lot more.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. “Say the word, and I’ll leave.”

Her head said
leave
, but her body said
stay
. “No, it’s okay. Come upstairs.”

Brady sighed and looked as if he might go anyway, but he followed her up the steps to her bedroom. She undressed quickly and without an ounce of self
-
consciousness. There was no false modesty among Lycans, who shed clothes and skin on a moment’s notice to
unleash
their
inner beasts. Her people revered their bodies, both two-legged and four.

Brady had seen her shape
-shift countless times.
There’d be no shifting now, just fucking, and that’s all she wanted, physical satisfaction. Brady
knew her human body better than she did, and he could arouse every nerve ending to sexual frenzy. Coupling with Brady’s human body was not a hardship, at least not physically. If only he would stop trying to make more of their screwing. His sad face and puppy-dog eyes were wearing her down and lowering her resistance. She had to stay strong, enjoy the physical, and not let flowers sway her. If Brady wanted a submissive house slave, he would have to look elsewhere.

Brady shut the door and leaned against it, staring at her as if she were the most beautiful woman on the planet. His golden gaze held hers as he pulled off his boots. His hands went to his belt buckle, his zipper, up to the buttons on his shirt. Ayala tried to hide her anticipation. She’d seen his body many times, but she never tired of looking at it. At last he stood completely naked, his long, thick cock already hard and slapping against his belly as he walked toward her. Why did he have to be so damn good
-
looking?

The mattress dipped with his weight, and she shifted to the side.

Brady sighed and put a big, warm palm on her thigh. “It doesn’t have to be like this.”

“How can it be otherwise when we’re forced to have sex with partners we haven’t chosen?”

He winced and took his hand away. “I would choose you regardless. You’re special to me.”

Ayala lifted a brow. “I bet you say that to all the wolves.”

A small smile lit his chiseled features. “No, only to you.”

Ayala’s heart twisted, but she steeled it against him and sneered. “I might have to fuck you, but I don’t have to listen to your bullshit.” She tilted her head so her long, raven hair would hide the conflict of emotions on her face. Although she discouraged Brady with words, her face always betrayed her true feelings. “Let’s just get on with it.”

Brady’s smile disappeared along with his erection. “If that’s what you want.”

* * * *

Sighing, Brady lay back and fisted his cock. She’d hurt him and his desire ebbed, but he knew he could stoke the fire again. One look at her body and his blood heated. She might not care for him the way he wanted, but her body responded to his as if she’d been made for him alone. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. Her breasts were flushed, the nipples already erect, and her pussy…God, he loved the way the lips puffed up, all shiny with her cream, wet and ready—for him. Smell and sight weren’t enough. He wanted to taste.

Reaching out a hand, he stroked her wet pussy and pressed a finger between the folds, elated to hear her little gasp. Ayala focused on his hand as he brought his fingers back and slowly sucked each one. As soon as her taste exploded on his tongue, his dick stiffened, and he pumped his shaft slowly until the engorged head of his cock strained the boundaries of its foreskin. As if mesmerized by a snake charmer, Ayala watched his cockhead appear and disappear as he manipulated the loose skin back and forth.

Ayala wanted him. There was no hiding it, even though she tried. She tried to set her face in a blank mask that he watched intently, trying to figure out what was going on behind it. Why did she resist showing him how much she needed and desired him? Her love and passion was everything he wanted, but she wouldn’t give it to him willingly. He promised himself that one day she would belong to him and there would be no secrets between them.

The old traditions died with their people when they were massacred in the great fire. Multiple mates had not been unheard of in the old days, but the partners were loyal within the relationship. Now pack members were forced to take multiple partners, whether they had a committed relationship or not. Everything revolved around reproducing, and most times sex was devoid of emotion. But not with Ayala. His wolf ached to claim her as a true mate and mark her with its bite as well as its seed. Brady had spoken to the Alpha about this, and Alex had given him permission for a formal union, but the Alpha insisted Ayala would still have to breed with the others if Brady didn’t plant a cub in her womb. Brady longed to have a child with her, but what if it didn’t happen? Wolves were territorial creatures, and Brady knew it would kill him to let his soul mate fuck the other wolves, so he held back. Ayala didn’t seem interested in a permanent mate anyway. But even if a formal union wasn’t in the cards for them, they could still have a loving relationship. Unfortunately, Ayala seemed bent on denying him the affection he craved.

“Well?” Ayala snapped. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Anger narrowed his eyes. “I wouldn’t dare disobey Alex. Let’s get on with it.” For just a second, hurt glittered in her eyes, but it disappeared so quickly he might have been mistaken.

His inner wolf howled with need, and he hardened his heart to match Ayala’s. Avoiding eye contact, he pushed the foreskin back to his balls until his shaft was completely smooth. “Suck me.”

She crawled between his legs, and then a long tongue licked up the underside of his cock and swirled around the head. He couldn’t hold back a moan when the wet heat of her mouth covered him.

* * * *

Damn him for being so delicious. Ayala loved this, all of it, his scent, musky and masculine like the wolf he was, the salty-sweet tang of his pre-cum. Everything about Brady made her hungry for more physical contact. Her pussy throbbed and ached to be filled by him. But she could never let Brady know how much she wanted him. He might get the wrong idea. He might think she was interested in more than sex. And that was the furthest thing from her mind.

She could not envision herself as the submissive bitch that every Lycan male wanted in his home and his bed, and although she loved submitting to Brady during sex, she refused to be subservient in any other way.

A big world waited beyond the pack, and Ayala intended to find her place in it. She would not let anything or anyone hold her back—including cubs. A stupid, illogical part of her wished she could make lots of babies with Brady. Little boys who looked exactly like their father, with thick black hair, always a tad too long, and big, liquid-gold eyes that sucked a woman into their depths. The other part of her didn’t want to bring a child into a world where he or she would have to hide their true identity all their life. She knew firsthand how it felt to live in fear of being hunted, caged, or worse, and she would not force that kind of existence on anyone else.

Brady’s tug on her hair brought her back to the here and now. He wanted more, and sucking him off was one thing she didn’t mind doing.
Ayala slid her mouth back up his cock, letting her teeth gently scrape his long length.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “You’re killing me.”

Encouraged, she soothed his tender flesh with her tongue then gently licked and sucked his sac. A low growl rumbled up from his chest, a sure sign that he was aroused.
Ayala wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, stroking and sucking in tandem, humming as she used both mouth and hands. His hips bucked and incoherent animal sounds came out of his mouth. His excitement fueled her own. Her thighs were damp with her fluids, and she marveled at the effect he had on her.

“Stop.” He growled and tugged her hair to pull her off his cock. “Ride me. I want to make a baby today.”

That’s not going to happen.
Refusing to leave anything to chance, she’d been taking birth control pills for years. So far she’d been lucky, but there were no guarantees. They were made for humans, not her. She needed to make a move soon before her luck ran out and she lost her chance at a new life.

This might be the last time she and Brady were together. She wanted to make it good so she’d always remember how it was with them. Getting to her knees, she straddled him, impaling herself on his stiff rod in one downward motion. He lifted his hips, filling her so completely the breath caught in her throat.