Wolf at the Door (10 page)
Authors: MaryJanice Davidson
Rachael had been between boyfriends for nearly two years, and she suspected Edward had been deprived of sex as well.
That sort of thing can’t be good for us,
she mused as he tried to unbutton her shirt dress with trembling fingers.
That sort of thing can’t be good for us,
she mused as he tried to unbutton her shirt dress with trembling fingers.
In this case, it was a good thing, a wonderful thing, because his black excitement merely kindled her own. Which is why they never made it to the bed, only four feet from where they were lying.
He tugged and pulled and she tried to help while their mouths fought and tasted each other, but really all they did was get in each other’s way, until . . .
“Fuck it,” he growled in a voice so deep she could barely make out what he’d said. Then he tugged, hard, and buttons went flying and his hands were on her bra, over her bra, under her bra, and then her bra was up to her neck and she didn’t care at all.
She didn’t care that much of his weight was on her, either. She kind of liked it. She knew he couldn’t help it, that he was operating through a fog of lust so thick he probably couldn’t remember either of their names. Strange, though. Usually she disliked that behavior, being squashed beneath a laboring man . . . male werewolves tended toward being control freaks during sex. It was all about domination. Not that she minded a bit of domination now and again—it was good for the digestion if nothing else—but she liked how it didn’t feel like a contest with Edward.
They both wanted exactly the same thing. And they were both determined to get it.
She reached down, found his belt buckle, yanked. It came loose with terrific ease and she flung it away, and then her fingers were busy at his zipper and he groaned into her mouth.
She wriggled beneath him, trying to help him when she felt his hands on the backs of her thighs, lifting her toward him. She managed to tug her panties down enough to let him in, then seized his warm, sweetly throbbing member. She started to guide it inside her as he surged forward. Then she brought her knees up and pulled him to her as he sucked on her lower lip and thrust.
And oh God, it was everything, it was the world,
he
was the world. “Ah!”
he
was the world. “Ah!”
He stopped at once and she could feel the tension in his arms, the muscles thrumming as he fought not to slam into her again, fought despite the way his body was screaming his need to both of them. “Ah, shit, I’m sorry, Rachael. Did I hurt you?”
“Yes. And you’d better do it again or you’ll need to find a dentist immediately.”
He laughed into her mouth and surged forward again, and she—
lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust lust
—wasn’t quite sure where her desires ended and his began, and didn’t much care, either.
She met him at every stroke and (
very
unusual for her!) felt her climax start to build almost at once, felt the familiar-yetstrange sensation of an orgasm bearing down on her like a fighter jet.
very
unusual for her!) felt her climax start to build almost at once, felt the familiar-yetstrange sensation of an orgasm bearing down on her like a fighter jet.
Yes, it’s definitely been too long. Far, far too long, and my God, Edward! Where has your dick been all my life?
“Ah, God,” she groaned. “I’m going to come, Edward, sorry, I’m going—ahhhhh!”
His teeth had been nibbling the hollow of her throat, his hands were fisted in her hair, and he ground out something like, “Thhkkk ddd,” which she assumed was “Thank God.”
She knew why, could feel the muscles in his body actually shift as he reached his own point of no return. Then he was stiffening in her arms, went rigid in her arms. She could feel the new rush of heat inside her, saw his eyes roll up, and thought,
Good thing we’re on the floor; I don’t think either of us could have kept our feet.
Good thing we’re on the floor; I don’t think either of us could have kept our feet.
Then he collapsed over her, whispering, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
Her thoughts exactly.
Sixteen
“Oh, my.” She traced her finger over the fresh, orange-sized bruise he had on his left hip. “Did you forget to wear your safety equipment?”
“After what just happened, I should definitely get some,” he agreed.
His hair was adoringly rumpled. (Adoringly? Hair can be
adoringly
rumpled? If she had heard some other ninny say it, she would have laughed herself sick.)
adoringly
rumpled? If she had heard some other ninny say it, she would have laughed herself sick.)
He glanced down and saw the bruise she was gently stroking. “Oh, that. Yeah. When you had your crying jag in the Starbucks at Barnes—”
“It was not a jag.”
“I got up to go with you and knocked into one of those big old display cases.”
“Ouch.” She took a closer look; it was closer to grapefruitsized than orange-sized. “That must have hurt.” She had great respect for injuries suffered by those not of the Pack. How could they tolerate days and days of healing? Wasn’t it maddening? Agony? The continual pain, the way the marks took so long to go away, the incapacitation . . . and they had to eat
medicine
! If it was a terrible injury, they had to eat medicine or they would get an infection and
die
. Infection sounded like a terrible thing. She didn’t know how they tolerated it. “Do you need a doctor?”
medicine
! If it was a terrible injury, they had to eat medicine or they would get an infection and
die
. Infection sounded like a terrible thing. She didn’t know how they tolerated it. “Do you need a doctor?”
“For that?” He laughed, a cheerful, sunny sound. Strange to associate
sunny
with Edward when right now, at close to midnight, it was anything but. “Jeez, Rachael, I’m a severe wimp, but not that big a wimp.”
sunny
with Edward when right now, at close to midnight, it was anything but. “Jeez, Rachael, I’m a severe wimp, but not that big a wimp.”
She sat up so abruptly he nearly went sprawling. “Who called you that? Where are they?” She glanced around the dark room as if looking for the insensitive bullying moron who
dared . . .
who would actually call someone so wonderful . . . call them a . . .
dared . . .
who would actually call someone so wonderful . . . call them a . . .
“I called me that. Whoa, calm down. What? Didn’t bother me any. You should see my friend Boo. Did you ever see
Zombieland
?”
Zombieland
?”
She shook her head. She liked the way he was staring at her breasts while speaking casually. She liked the way she could smell his desire flare up when seconds earlier it had been barely banked coals.
“No? Deprived woman! Okay, we’ll Netflix it. I haven’t unpacked all my DVDs yet. Anyway, there’s a character in
Zombieland
, Tallahassee, and he’s described as a guy who ‘sets the standard for not to be fucked with.’ That’s my friend Boo.”
Zombieland
, Tallahassee, and he’s described as a guy who ‘sets the standard for not to be fucked with.’ That’s my friend Boo.”
“Hard to imagine ferocity from someone named Boo.”
“That’s the trick, y’see. Nobody ever sees her coming. She likes it like that.”
She started to ask if she would meet his friend, then thought,
Why would I? We’ve only just met. We have lives waiting for us in Massachusetts. We probably won’t see each other much now that we’ve scratched our itch.
Why would I? We’ve only just met. We have lives waiting for us in Massachusetts. We probably won’t see each other much now that we’ve scratched our itch.
Then she thought,
We reside in the same area now, and when we go back to our lives, we’ll also live near each other. Does it mean something?
We reside in the same area now, and when we go back to our lives, we’ll also live near each other. Does it mean something?
She shoved the thoughts away—long-term relationship planning was not generally a Pack strength unless a pregnancy was involved. The imperative to start and raise a family was strong, even more so than for humans. “And you?” She was trailing her fingers from the bruise, across his stomach, up his ribs . . . “What do you like?”
“Uh . . .”
Over his nipples, back down his stomach, following his dark blond treasure trail (a description she had always found silly but apt), down into the thatch at his groin.
“Edward?”
“Sorry, I can’t hear you over the rush of blood in my ears.” He shook his head as if to clear it and she laughed again. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so much, or been so physically satisfied. “The harder I get, the more I can actually sense my IQ dropping. It’s kind of cool and terrifying at the same time.”
But how satisfied was she, how sated, if she was ready to go back for seconds? If they both were?
Maybe it’s about more than scratching an itch.
And maybe not.
“Ah, the trials and tribulations of walking around with a penis.”
“Ah, the trials and tribulations of walking around with a penis.”
“I know! You have no idea what we menfolk endure.”
Maybe he’s your mate.
Oh, now there was a silly thought. They barely knew each other. And yes, other Pack members occasionally took non-Pack to mate, but it was rare. And Edward . . . they’d eat him alive, so to speak, if she brought him home.
Oh, now there was a silly thought. They barely knew each other. And yes, other Pack members occasionally took non-Pack to mate, but it was rare. And Edward . . . they’d eat him alive, so to speak, if she brought him home.
Maybe this is home now.
It isn’t! This was never meant to be a permanent living situation! I have a life, a job, family to return to. Anything else—everything else—is just a distraction.
She forced a smile. “You’re not fooling me, you know.”
“Huh?” His voice was getting thick with desire.
“I know you want me.”
This time he was the one to laugh, and she loved how his joy affected the urgent tang to his scent, like strawberries and balsamic vinegar. You’d never think the two would pair well, but the result was surprisingly strong.
And sweet.
“What gave it away? When earlier I said, ‘Oh my God, oh my God, you’re so wet’ or when I applied my penis to your—”
“Oh, God. Please stop that.” She covered her face. “Applied? Don’t ever say
applied
when discussing mating.”
applied
when discussing mating.”
“Don’t do that.” He gently grabbed her wrists and pulled them away. “You’re way, way too gorgeous to ever cover that face.”
“That’s irrelevant.” And it was. She had no power over how she looked. It seemed silly to get credit for something she had nothing to do with.
“Don’t you know, Rachael? Didn’t anybody tell you? You’re so beautiful.” He stroked his thumb across her right eyebrow and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re just so beautiful.”
“Irrelevant,” she said again, feeling the blood climb into her face.
Blushing like a ninny, very attractive. Next you’ll swoon.
“But you’re sweet to say so.”
Blushing like a ninny, very attractive. Next you’ll swoon.
“But you’re sweet to say so.”
“In your lexicon,
sweet
translates to
stud
, right?”
sweet
translates to
stud
, right?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Called it! And I’m standing by my implication that figuring out you’re making me massively horny doesn’t exactly qualify you for Mensa.”
“Just for that,” she teased, “no oral sex for you.”
“Nooooooooo!” He had shaken his fists at the ceiling, startling the shit out of her. “Like that? That’s my Darth Vader
nooooo!
and did you notice that I did it a hundred times better than stupid Hayden Christensen? Hey, I wanted the guy to do well, okay? I wanted him to nail it. But he just—”
nooooo!
and did you notice that I did it a hundred times better than stupid Hayden Christensen? Hey, I wanted the guy to do well, okay? I wanted him to nail it. But he just—”
“Please stop talking about Darth Vader and fuck me.”
“Wow. Torn between two lovers. On the one hand—yeeek! Oh, you’re gonna pay for that one.”
“I hope so.”
Seventeen
They utterly abandoned their transplanted lives for the next fifty hours. They didn’t leave their room, not once. And room service was kept busy, hopping back and forth with late suppers, with late breakfasts. With hot fudge sundaes at midnight, with shrimp cocktails (she ate them like dessert . . . they were so plump and sweet!), with toothbrushes and toothpaste, and with various other essentials neither of them had brought. Rachael put the whole thing on her Amex; she refused to let Edward drop one cent.
They explored the shower, they explored the living room in their small suite, they explored each other. They told each other stories about themselves, and they watched several in-room movies, including the new X-Men, the new Hulk (“It’s the third remake!” Edward exclaimed, sucking down his second sundae), and the old
Zombieland
. And Rachael agreed with Edward’s assessment of the character Tallahassee: he definitely set “the standard for not to be fucked with.” In fact, she privately thought he could almost be Pack in the way he focused on fights and never worried about tomorrow.
Zombieland
. And Rachael agreed with Edward’s assessment of the character Tallahassee: he definitely set “the standard for not to be fucked with.” In fact, she privately thought he could almost be Pack in the way he focused on fights and never worried about tomorrow.
But all good things must end. And there were the dead people to wonder about.
She hadn’t realized it, but she had been subconsciously worrying about the problem of the recent murders, people who might have been her new clients but for meeting up with the wrong person. She doubted it was a coincidence, but now began to wonder if it wasn’t a deliberate attempt to sow discord among either the vampires or the Pack.
Or the vampires
and
the Pack.
and
the Pack.
So she needed to do something she had thought to avoid for at least a month. She needed a face-to-fang with the vampire queen.
Fortunately, Edward was as ready to go back to his temporary life as she was, if for no other reason than to get clean clothes. They shared a long, hot, wet good-bye kiss at the door to their room, and at the doors to the elevator, and down the elevator, and in the lobby, and in the parking garage. The parking garage was the best, because he’d leaned her against a car and began doing the most delicious things with his—
“If I wake up in my dumb hotel bed and find out this whole thing was the wet dream of champions, I’m gonna be superpissed,” was his tender farewell. They promised to get together again as soon as they could. They promised to call and text to shorten the time between seeing each other. They promised to be careful and to talk soon.
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