Wild Game (Wilding Pack Wolves 1) - New Adult Paranormal Romance (21 page)

But instead of tasting her, he ran his tongue along his own lips, then slid his hand up to cup her breast. He groaned and looked back into her eyes. “Nova,” he warned.

She held his hand to her breast, encouraging him. The rumble in his chest grew louder.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” she said, her own breathing starting to get short, “because there was no way I was leaving your side and taking the chance of Brad finding me and claiming me. Not when I’ve already given my heart to you.”

His hand stilled on her breast, which just made her pout. “I have your heart?”

“Yes.” She leaned into him, practically begging him to give attention to her body, not her eyes, which he was staring deeply into.

“That’s only fair,” he whispered. “Because you’ve had mine from the beginning.” He pulled her down into a kiss, and this time he was serious. He worked her breast and plundered her mouth, then quickly slid her off his lap and onto the floor. His hands left her, and a small sound of protest escaped her, but then she saw he was working his sleep pants off with record speed. She only got her jeans partly unbuttoned before his hands were shoving hers away and roughly yanking her jeans down.

“Step out of the damn pants, Nova,” he growled. She felt the thrill of the command flush through her, and she worked as fast as she could out of them. As soon as she was free, he grabbed hold of her hips and lifted her from the floor, literally tossing her onto the bed. She almost laughed… until he pounced on her with a lust-crazed look that nearly stopped her heart. Her hands went to his chest, looming above her, but he just grabbed them and yanked them over her head, trapping them against the sheets. He held them together with one hand while the other dove between her legs and cupped her sex.

“You’re so wet for me,” he panted against her neck. Then he thrust two fingers inside her. She arched up, gasping and half-shrieking with the suddenness of it. As he pumped her, ramping her fast and hard toward orgasm, his mouth suddenly clamped onto her aching breast, sucking and nipping and lapping at her, rubbing his face all over her chest as moved from one side to the other. He was
tasting
her, devouring her, holding her still while he ravished her with just his tongue and his fingers.

“Owen!” she cried as the sweet pressure built between her legs. She wanted so much more from him.
All
of him.

He growled, moving his mouth up to feast on her neck while still pumping her toward her released. “You are
mine.
All mine. Forever mine.”

“Yes,”
she gasped. Then the orgasm took her, breaching her walls and breaking her down, one giant, savage wave of pleasure that crashed through her like a wrecking ball. She bucked hard against him, her body succumbing to the wave and to his hands, one still holding her pinned above, the other wrenching pleasure from her below.

Dear God in heaven…
how did she get so lucky as to call this man her own?

Suddenly, he released her, but before she could protest, his hands were on her hips again, flipping her over on the bed, then pulling her rear end up into the air. He was positioning to take her from behind, and she barely got her hands under her before he slammed his cock inside.

She gasped and then moaned with the fullness of it. Before she could even begin to adjust, he was pulling back and slamming into her again and again, gripping her hips to hold her against the onslaught. He was wild with her‌—‌more wild even that their most fervent lovemaking before, that one night in her bed when they spent half the night coupled one way or another. This was different‌—‌he was claiming her hard with his cock, branding her with his need, even before his fangs came out.

This was the moment she had been waiting for‌—‌the hot lovemaking she had always been promised was due to mated couples‌—‌and her heart surged with happiness that this was happening with a man she loved more than anything. And his savage need for her, the press of his fingers into her hips, his groaning, grunting pleasure as he took her… it was better than her hottest, wildest fantasies had ever been.

“Oh, God, Owen,” she called out, ready to cry with all the feelings trapped inside her, building like the orgasm he was rocketing her towards.

“
Fuck,
you are so good,” he breathed, his voice ragged. Then one of his hands left her hip, sliding up her back as he leaned over her. She felt his hand in her hair, fisting and yanking her head back even as he was still pounding into her.

God,
she was so close.
Again.
Her entire body clenched with anticipation of the orgasm, then she shuddered as she felt his hot breath on her shoulder, leaning forward to claim her with his bite. The small sounds of pleasure that were escaping her‌—‌the moans and gasps and whimpers‌—‌were nothing compared to the growling, grunting above her.

She felt him trail his fangs across her back. “Tell me you’re mine,” he breathed, voice shaky with need.

“I’m yours.” No truer words had ever been spoken. “Take me!”

He roared and sunk his fangs into her. The pain pushed her over the edge, and her body exploded with pleasure. White hot heat poured into her‌—‌Owen’s magic‌—‌from the bite, swirling in and filling her from the inside out with his magic while his cock stretched and filled her as well. Wave after wave of the orgasm wrecked her, making every part of her quiver with pleasure. His groans reverberated through her flesh as his mouth clamped onto her. Then he slammed deep inside her and stilled, the guttural moan echoing the pulsing she could feel as he came. He held her that way, tight and close, piercing her with his cock and his fangs for a moment longer, then he released her completely, falling to the side into the pillows.

Her whole body shivered with the absence of him for a split second until he pulled her down to him as well.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, gathering her up to his chest, cuddling her close. She couldn’t get much closer without having him inside her again, but that wasn’t what made her feel like their souls had been seared together.
That
was the magic working its way through her system. Her heart was soaring, her mind wiped clean of anything and everything other than the gorgeous man breathing heavily beside her, still coming down from his own release. She snuggled closer into his arms, placing soft kisses on his neck and face and nuzzling him the way they had when she first pledged her submission to him.

Her heart trembled at how close she had been to making the wrong decision.
The wrong man.
In a way, Owen had been the wrong man for her from the start‌—‌not in her pack, not able to take a mate, the forbidden bodyguard‌—‌until she realized he was exactly what she needed to break her out of the predetermined fate that Brad and even her father had envisioned for her. A fate that was of their choosing, not hers. Owen had come along and stirred her around and made her realize she could truly make her own choices.

He had saved her in so many ways. And not a moment too soon.

His hands found her face, softly touching her everywhere. “How did I get so lucky?” he whispered.

She pulled back to look at him. “You’re not the lucky one here, soldier. That’s pretty clearly
me
.”

He grinned, and she loved the look of joy on his face. It actually brought tears to her eyes, which she fought hard to beat back. She didn’t want him to think she had anything but happiness raging through her with his magic filling every cell of her body.

“I hope I can always trick you into believing that, Ms. Wilding.” His eyelids dropped to half-mast, that hooded look sending fresh shivers through her. “Or convince you by some means.” His tongue sneaked out to lick his lips, like he was getting ready to
taste
her again—‌another thought that sent flushes of heat racing through her.

“What? You mean we’re doing this more than
once
?” she asked with a smirk.

His eyes flashed with a bit of that wildness again.
God,
he was killing her with that. Then his arms hardened around her, and before she could blink, he’d flipped her over again, trapping her between his gorgeous, hard-muscled body and the mattress. His eyes feasted on her, drawing a long, hot stare across her skin.

“It’s never going to be
Game Over
for me, not with the smoking hot mate I have.” The hungry look in his eyes was quickly followed by the growing hardness of his cock between them. It was like the one night they had shared before‌—‌the man had amazing recovery time, and he used every inch of it. She was going to be sore tomorrow‌—‌deliciously, deliriously sore.

He dipped his head to nip at her neck and before she could even ease into the rhythm of his skin on hers, he was already inside her again. Slow and languorous this time. Hot as a Texas day and twice as sexy, Owen slowly worked her body. He knew just where to touch, just how hard and how soft, and if she hadn’t already lost her heart to him, she would have given it over, tied in a bow, right then, just to always have this man in her bed.

“You’ll always be mine, Nova Wilding.”

She found his eyes and stared deep into them. “Yes.”

And the rest of the night was just their bodies speaking an endless echo of those words.

Two days after the kidnapping, Owen was back on the job.

Only now “the job” was a whole lot more complicated. He still considered his job to primarily be keeping Nova Wilding alive, but now he was also expected to help her lead the pack. He had no problem with that‌—‌the Army had taught him plenty about leadership, and in spite of Brad’s dramatic departure, most of the pack had been more than willing to submit to him when he and Nova returned to the office this morning. He was flush with the magical energy of all those submissions, and he could see Nova’s energy level go through the roof as well. It made him want to christen her office with the lovemaking they had been having pretty much non-stop since they mated.

But it was time to return to the real world.

And in that world, the one outside the safehouse cabin where they had celebrated their mating, Owen wasn’t at all convinced the danger to her and the other Wilding wolves had passed. Something Nova had said kept nagging at him‌—‌that maybe the psycho who had kidnapped her, Tommy Rachet, wasn’t actually the Wolf Hunter.

Owen had paced the extent of the Wylderide offices as much as he could stand, and he knew Nova was busy trying to launch her game, but he couldn’t help knocking on her office door and interrupting her.

He poked his head in. “Hey, baby girl, you got a minute?”

She didn’t look up from her screen. “You keep calling me baby girl in the office, and we’re going to have a problem.”

He smirked and came in, closing the door behind him. “The kind of problem that can be solved with my relentless charm and wit?”

She smiled, still not looking up. “The kind that might be forgotten under a barrage of hot kisses.”

So… he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t gotten enough yet. He suspected he never would. He crossed the office in three strides, swerved around the edge of the desk, spun her chair to face him, leaned her chair back and kissed her thoroughly. She was half giggling through the whole thing, and that certainly wouldn’t do.

He snapped her chair back up, hauled her out of it, and hoisted her small body up by hips, walking her back toward the cot she kept shoved off to the side. Definitely time to christen the office.

He had her down on the mattress before she could even start to protest.

“Owen,
God!
” she said, trying to shove him away from his growling kisses on her neck.

“It’s a little early to start praying my name, baby girl.” He chuckled. “You’ve got to give me a chance to warm you up.”

“Oh. My. God.” She drew out the words. “We are
not
making love in my office.”

“Not yet.” He slipped a hand under her t-shirt.

She squirmed deliciously underneath him. “You cannot… we
can’t,
Owen…” She was fighting him so desperately hard, it was both turning him on and making laughter bubble up from deep inside him.

“Well, we certainly
can.
This weekend is all the proof I need‌—‌” He was cut off by the door flying open.

Nova let out a small shriek, and the guy at the door with the laptop nearly dropped it.

“I… um… I’ll just…” The man was gesturing helplessly, like he was frozen by the embarrassment of finding them tangled up on the cot.

Owen rolled his eyes and heaved himself up from the cot. Nova had already wiggled out from underneath him anyway.

“No! It’s fine. We were just…” Nova was frantically straightening her clothes. “What do have there, Scott?” She pointed to the laptop.

Scott was still frozen in the half-open doorway, mouth working, like he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Come on, man,” Owen said with a dramatic sigh. “You’ve already interrupted us. Make it worth it.”

Scott gave him a nod, and the grim set to his mouth wiped the smile off Owen’s face. The man brought his laptop around to where Nova and Owen could both see. A list of emails and other documents filled the screen. It didn’t mean anything to Owen, but Nova seemed to immediately know what it was.