Wolf Quest (8 page)

He wanted to see her come. Desperately.

He’d known this woman just a few hours and he couldn’t go on another minute without knowing what she looked like when she came for him. It was a basic need. An almost animalistic desire. The wolf inside him wanted to paw and claim, slam her down on all fours and fuck her from behind, mastering her. The man wanted to see her eyes dilate with passion, wanted to hold her gaze as she came at his command. Only then would he be satisfied.

Well…he wouldn’t be completely satisfied until he got his dick inside her and bathed her womb with his seed. But he didn’t have time for that now. Even as he lost control to pleasure, the small, working part of his mind knew they had to leave. Every moment they delayed was a moment of possible danger to this woman and the boy.

Every protective instinct inside him wanted to keep her safe. Keep her in his arms. Keep her. Period.

Whoa. That sounded serious, but he couldn’t really concentrate enough at the moment to care. He moved his finger farther up her slit, seeking entrance.

He released her nipple from his mouth with a last long, lingering lick, then met her gaze as he pushed his finger inside her tight channel. Oh, yeah. Her body began to flutter in excitement, her cunt squeezing his finger the way he wanted it to squeeze his cock. Damn. She was tight in a way that told him she hadn’t had sex in a very long time.

His mouth began to water at the idea of sticking his dick in the molten heat that milked his finger as her body began moving almost involuntarily. She wanted more. She was begging for it.

The pants limited his ability to move his hand, but she was trying to ride him anyway.

And then her fingers found his nipples under his T-shirt. It was like an electric shock went through him at her touch.

“Fuck this,” he muttered, using his free hand to unbutton and unzip her pants.

She lifted up eagerly for him to push them down over her shapely ass. They bunched up around her knees, but she was able to spread her legs a little wider and his hand was free to move as he began to stroke in and out of her tight pussy.

He wanted to growl. He wanted to bite. He wanted to fuck her with more than just his hand. A small growl rumbled through his chest and she flattened her palms over his pecs, seeming to soak in the sound that made his chest vibrate. Her gaze held his in silent plea.

“I want you so bad it hurts, Maria. Will you let me have you?” She’d never know how much it cost him to ask and not to simply claim her as the wolf inside him wanted so badly to do.

“I ache for you.”

Her simple answer was all he needed. That and the way she moved on his hand, fucking his finger, her body almost out of control, needing so much more than that. He read the need in her gaze. She wasn’t holding back. She wanted him. She wanted him bad. Almost as much as he wanted her.

He removed his finger from her wet pussy, pleased when she whimpered at the loss.

“Hold on, babe,” he whispered, staying close to her while removing her pants completely.

She kicked off her shoes to help, her eager movements spurring him on. Her little hands tugged his T-shirt up to his armpits and he got the idea she wanted it gone. No problem. A quick yank over his head and it was lost on the floor behind him.

Her hands went immediately to his shoulders, pulling him closer. He looked into her eyes, seeing what he’d hoped to see. Her green irises were dilated with need. Need for him. Oh, yeah, that’s what he’d been longing to see.

Jesse wasted little time unbuttoning his fly and pushing his pants down far enough to free his aching cock. He stepped closer, pulling her bare ass to the edge of the table, at a good enough height to make this workable. He’d bend over her and shove home, using the table for balance. He could see it all in his mind.

But Maria had other ideas. She reached for his cock, those clever hands of hers learning his length and width, rubbing and stroking in ways that nearly blew his head off. She tried to bend and take him in her mouth, but he wouldn’t allow it. The first time he wanted to be inside her when he came. He was just caveman enough to need to claim her the old fashioned way. Cock in pussy, man on top.

And it was the man in control in this situation. If the wolf had more of a hold over him, he’d be bending her over and claiming her from behind. Doggy style. Oh, he wanted to do that to her eventually, but not at the moment. With this magical human woman, he had to be more man than beast, even if he was a little rougher around the edges than any man she’d ever had before.

He’d make her forget anyone she’d ever had. He’d be all she needed. Ever.

Again, the possessive thoughts that should have set off alarm bells just skittered through his brain. He wasn’t alarmed. He was horny as hell and in need of a hard fuck. A hard fuck with this woman and only this woman. No other would do at the moment. Probably no other woman would do for him again. Ever.

So be it. If this was the mate the goddess had chosen for him, who was he to argue?

He stepped closer to her, lowering enough to make things easier.

“Put it in, babe. Line it up and accept me.” He sent a silent prayer to the Lady that Maria wouldn’t wake up and refuse him now. It was suddenly important to him that she make this final step and actively participate in the claiming.

That wasn’t how it was usually done among wolves, but Maria wasn’t a wolf. She was something altogether more alluring. Something new in his experience. Something he wanted with all his heart. The wolf pushed him to take her, but his human half knew she had to do more than meekly accept. She had to choose.

She met his gaze, her eyes searching his while her fingers moved him into position.

“Come into me now, Jesse. I want you so much.” Her words were the barest whisper, but he heard them and took them into his heart, into his mind as he pushed forward, her dainty fingers guiding him as he took his time, going slow because he knew she was so tight.

It was heaven and it was hell, all wrapped up into one. The hell was having to go so slow for fear of hurting her. The heaven was the way her tight body wrapped around him like a fist, squeezing and milking, coaxing him deeper as it gave up its slippery welcome to ease his way.

Finally, he was in deep. As far as he could go. Home.

It was perfection. Their eyes held throughout, and her gaze glazed over again as he began to move the barest fraction of an inch.

He loved the way her body welcomed him, blossoming under his assault, giving more and more of herself. Jesse began to move in earnest, knowing this first climax would be hard and fast. Judging by her response to him, she wouldn’t mind. They were in synch. He could even feel their hearts beginning to beat in time with each other. Something he’d never felt before with any woman he’d fucked, be they wolf bitch or human.

He’d never had a mage though. At least not that he knew of. Maybe Maria’s as yet undetermined brand of magic had some effect. This had already been the most significant conquest he’d ever made from the way he’d needed to be where he was now to the way he’d wanted her to take an active part in the claiming. He’d never felt anything like this before and certainly not the level of extreme passion that was beginning to make any sort of coherent thought impossible.

He let instinct take over since it had guided him so well to this moment. He lay her down on the table, spread out before him as he bent over her, using his hands on either side of her head to support his weight. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her little heels digging into his ass in the most delicious way as she spurred him on.

She almost tried to direct his fucking. No woman had ever tried to control him before. He wasn’t altogether sure he liked the connotation of her wanting more control, but his body certainly enjoyed her efforts and enthusiasm. From the direction of her heels digging into his ass, he could tell she wanted it faster and harder. Just what the doctor ordered, because that’s what he wanted more than anything in the world at the moment.

Jesse set to work, fucking like a bucking bronco, pounding into her just the way they both wanted. He watched her face as he claimed her squirming body over and over, dominating her while she held all the real power. If she said no at any point, he’d have to leave, even if it killed him. Her wishes were that important to him.

But she wasn’t saying no. In fact, she was panting, whispering, “Yes, yes, yes.” In time with his thrusts. As he moved faster, feeling the crisis drawing close for both of them, he added a little motion with his hips on the end of each thrust. It was just enough to send her over the edge.

She keened lightly as she came, and he watched her beautiful face as rapture took her. He’d never forget the sight, even as his own passion drove him onward.

She hadn’t quite come down from that first peak when another hit her even harder. He pushed through it, watching her reactions and gauging her desires. Then another peak hit that looked and felt even higher as her channel milked his hard cock. He was nearing his limit when she cried out for a final time and dug her nails into his shoulders, almost deep enough to draw blood.

He didn’t mind. It was as if he were waiting for that final signal to ram into her and let every muscle in his body go tense as his balls emptied in a hot rush of come that coated her insides and made his passage even easier. The exquisite rigor lasted long moments while she held his gaze and both of them quaked with the most amazing pleasure he’d ever experienced.

His breathing was as erratic as hers when the almost miraculous rapture began to ease. Silence reigned as their breath slowly began to return and their hearts—now most definitely beating in time—began to slow.

“I hope you don’t think I do this all the time.” She was still breathless, which made him want to smile for no apparent reason except that he’d managed to tire her out with a series of mind-blowing orgasms.

“I know you don’t.” He grinned and lowered his head to kiss her with just a hint of the hunger he still had for her, though it had mostly abated for the moment after that grand climax.

Her eyebrows drew together in confusion. “How do you know?”

“You were tighter than a nun’s wimple, sweetheart. I know I’m the first man to fuck you in a long time.” And didn’t that make him so proud he could bust his buttons if he had any that weren’t currently unbuttoned.

“A nun’s what?” She looked so adorably confused that he had to kiss her again. When he let her up for air a long time later, they’d both more or less forgotten the question.

Her legs released their grip on his waist as her body relaxed and he drew away, knowing she had to be a little uncomfortable with the hard kitchen table against her back. Her shirt was in ruins, her bra still pushing her tits up and together, a sight that made his mouth water, even after he’d gotten his rocks off.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.”

She smiled and her cheeks blushed the prettiest pink he’d seen outside her magnificent nipples. He scooped his arms under her back and helped support her as she sat up. They were still joined. He was oddly loath to pull out of her warm, welcoming body.

“I’m glad you think so.” She seemed shy now, after the fact, even with his cock still inside her.

“I don’t want to leave,” he admitted as their gazes locked and held.

She giggled and the sound enchanted him. “It’d be a little hard to get anything done if we went around joined at the hip, so to speak.”

He had to join her amusement. “Yeah, but think about the compensations. We could fuck all the time and the pleasure…” He couldn’t even put it into words.

“Yeah,” she agreed softly. “I’ve never felt anything like it.” The admission touched him deeply. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers.

“I still don’t want to leave, but I know I have to. The longer we stay here, the more likely we’ll get caught with our pants down.”

“Or off,” she added with a mischievous smile.

He winked at her. “The next time we make love, I want you completely naked. And I want to spend all night—or day—or however long we have, learning your every curve, your every shiver, your every desire.”

Damn, he was getting hot again just thinking about it.

“I want that too,” she admitted softly. “But right now, I think I’d better grab a quick shower before we go.”

He knew she was right, but he didn’t have to like it. He disengaged from her body slowly, knowing she had to be tender and not wanting to cause her any discomfort. He hated being apart from her already.

“Okay. I’ll be good. Go grab a shower, but make it quick. We really have to get on the road as soon as possible.” He bent down and placed a lingering kiss on her lips. He loved her taste and he was already addicted to it.

He moved away, allowing her room to stand while she straightened the cups of her bra and tried to pull her buttonless shirt back together somehow. He bent and retrieved her pants from the floor. She still wore her socks, but he found the lacy scrap of her panties mixed up inside her pants. He handed the pants back, but kept the panties.

He made sure she saw when he pulled up his fatigue pants and tucked the lacy white panties into his pocket. This way, he’d have her scent with him at all times. Something he wanted. Something he was beginning to need. He didn’t understand it all completely yet, but something momentous had just occurred.