Chapter 24

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“Keys.” Everett’s one-word request had me scrambling for my car keys in my purse.

“Jenny. How will Jenny get home?” I couldn’t just leave her.

“Gavrill will see that she gets home,” he said. “Later. Much later.”

Everett set me down next to my car and took the keys out of my hands. He opened the passenger door for me, and I slid into the seat, buckling my seat belt. Walking around the car, Everett’s shadow followed him. The shadow cast an ominous light around the car that sent shivers down my spine. We skidded out of the parking lot, sliding slightly on the gravel road.

I grabbed onto the door handle to steady myself and looked over at Everett. He looked calm and unbothered by his fast speeds.

“Don’t you think you should slow down?” The speed the car was going would likely get him sent to jail for the night.

“I don’t want to risk you changing your mind,” he said.

The confession made my heart skip a beat and butterflies flap wildly in my stomach. Apparently my signals had not been strong enough for him to know that there was no way I would change my mind. I had imagined this happening so many times only to be let down. There was no way I was going to let him get away.

Everett made me into this wild and needy creature that was both meek and assertive. Not afraid to take what she wanted, but nervous enough to worry it wouldn’t be good enough or it wasn’t what he wanted. He had sent so many mixed signals to me that I felt chaotic.

We pulled up the driveway, and I jumped out of the car as he slid into Park. He walked up behind me and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me the rest of the way into the cabin. I squeaked as the air rushed out of my lungs from the pressure of being held against his massive shoulder.

“Your fucking hand,” Everett mumbled as he stomped down the hallway, still holding me like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. He set me down on my feet carefully once we were in my room.

“It wasn’t even that good,” I confessed. It had barely taken the edge off, and after touching and talking with Everett, I was right back where I started.

“Of course it wasn’t good,” he said. “I’m the one who makes you feel good. I’m the one who will help you release the tension that’s been driving you insane.”

He walked closer to me and wrapped his hands around my back, pulling me close to him. My body hummed with anticipation. “I know how it feels, Elise. I’ve been feeling the same way.”

He pulled my body against his, and I could feel every inch of his need against my stomach. We both groaned at the contact. Fully clothed, it was still torture. His body leaned over, and his mouth found my ear, planting kisses, following the curve. Every touch of his lips made me feel over sensitized and sent slight shocks down my neck into my chest. I turned my head to meet his eyes. Our noses touched, both breathing deeply.

“Why did you make me wait?” I asked.

“I had to be sure. And I had to make sure everything was perfect for you.” Everett looked into my eyes.

“Oh, I know—you don’t like to share.” I thought back to his previous comments in the tent last weekend.

“You’re right, Elise; I won’t share. Every shifter in the bar tonight could smell you.” He took my hand and guided it between my legs. “Feel that?”

I nodded, my breathing turning shallow. My body pulsed at the lightest touch.

“That is mine. No one else’s,” he said. “I don’t want any other male to even smell you.”

My knees buckled at his words. He let go of my hand and grabbed me around the waist, supporting my weight. He was commanding and, in every sense, an alpha. Our eyes locked as I looked up at him.

“I’ll forgive you this since you didn’t know the proper procedures,” he said. “We’ll call it Lycan 101. You like learning, right?”

Academic talk in the bedroom? My mind was as mushy as my body, and I had lost all sense of self.

“We’ll have to work on proper bathing techniques—since you must not know how to wash properly…maybe in the shower.”

Hot steaming water, his slippery body touching mine. His breath was my breath, and his heartbeat was my own. I had gone limp with need. The pulsing between my legs had gotten so strong that one touch might push me over the edge. I was hot—too hot.

Lifting my shirt over my head, the fabric momentarily blinded me over my face. Everett made a move. Grabbing my waist and pulling my body toward his, I felt his mouth on my stomach below the sports bra I was wearing. The feeling of his lips touching my skin sent quivers all over my body.

Now I was cold. I needed to feel the warmth of his skin on my mine. I finished removing my shirt and threw it onto the ground. Everett helped me out of my bra and started peeling down my leggings. He practically purred with delight when he discovered my lack of underwear. I was suddenly thankful for my dislike of wearing underwear under leggings. One less piece of fabric between me and him.

I stood there naked in front of Everett. Usually shy, I didn’t feel that way in front of him. He looked at me as if I was both the most beautiful and delicious thing he had ever seen. His tongue came out of his mouth, licking his lips hungrily.

“This hardly seems fair.” I motioned to his clothed body.

“I’m nothing but fair in the bedroom.” Everett made quick work of taking his clothes off.

I wet my own lips hungrily as I grazed over his body. In only his briefs, he stood before me. The soft light of the lamp in the room set a glow around him that made him look almost angelic. The low growl that left his lips reminded me that there wasn’t an angelic thought in his mind.

Grabbing the waistband of his underwear with his thumbs, he dragged them down, revealing his already fully erect shaft. The sight of it made me blush. He was a large man, and his manhood was in proportion with his body.

I moved around to turn off the lamp. Everett’s hand touched the top of mine as I fumbled with the switch. “I want the light on.”

I turned to face the naked man behind me. “Why?” Every other dalliance I’d been a part of had been in the dark. It hadn’t even entered my mind to keep the light on.

“I want to see you.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close and cradling me to his body. We still fit together perfectly. “I want to see you writhe for me when I do this.”

His hand snaked between our bodies, and his fingers slid between my folds. We both groaned at the sensation.

“And I want to see your face when I stretch you with my cock,” he said.

I looked down between us at the impressive member. There wasn’t a drop of moisture in my mouth, so I gulped some air.

“And I want to see your body tense when I come inside of you.”

Everett pushed me onto the bed. He climbed beside me, lying on his side so I was curled next to him. His hands parted my knees, splaying them open and rendering me completely bare.

I turned to watch his face, tense with anticipation. Everett looked at me, asking for permission to touch me, and I guided his hand between my legs. There wasn’t a question that this was what I wanted. He groaned as his fingers dipped between my slit and began sliding around, exploring my most sensitive area.

Our lips found each other’s, nipping and biting playfully until his hand brushed against my clit and I yelped with an even amount of surprise and pleasure.

Everett chuckled against my lips in approval. “I love figuring out the puzzle to your pleasure, Lyka. I believe I just found the missing piece.”

A moan left my lips as Everett put pressure on the nub, slowly rubbing circles in the wetness. Wound up from all the times Everett had left me unfulfilled, it wasn’t long before I could feel the tension building in my core. My breathing quickened and my legs tensed in readiness of release.

Everett quickly released the pressure of his fingers, and I cried out in frustration. Thoughts of him leaving me unsatisfied yet again ran through my mind, and I sat up, grabbing his arms to keep him close.

“Relax—just relax. I’ve got you.” Everett’s smooth tone eased me onto my back.

He resumed his slow teasing by easing a finger inside of me. I groaned, releasing the tension in my muscles and letting him take back control of my pleasure. His thumb found my clit again and began the slow circle of assaults that soon had my back arching. Between his finger making a come hither motion inside me and his thumb speeding up the rubbing against me, I moaned. The pressure was building. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Everett’s lips brushed against my ear. “You will only come with me. Promise me, Elise—your pleasure is mine tonight.”

I lifted my hips, grinding them against his hand. My mind went blank, and a soft buzzing sound had replaced my hearing.

“Elise, I need you to promise.” His fingers slowed, and I cried out in frustration. I would never touch myself another day in my life if this was what Everett could do with his fingers.

“I promise,” I gasped out.

Everett picked up, rubbing me right where he left off. My legs began shaking as the orgasm took over my body. My eyes rolled back, and I moaned loudly against Everett’s neck. He kept his fingers moving as I rode out the orgasm, extracting every last pulse.

I came down, opening my eyes against Everett’s neck, trying to catch my breath.

“If you had turned the light off, I would have missed the performance.” Everett picked up my chin and placed a light kiss against my lips.

“That was no performance,” I said. I had never orgasmed as deeply before. There’d been no pretending or performing involved. I had lost control of my body in the most wonderful of ways.

It made me wonder what experience with women Everett had that he could make me feel like that. Any thoughts of other women left my mind when his muscled body climbed on top of me and settled his hips in the space between my legs. His hard erection pressed against my already tender nub, and I compulsorily trembled at the sensation.

Golden eyes met my green ones. The longing and need I could see was nothing but ravenous. Everett wanted me. He wanted to be inside of me. “Are you ready for the second act?”

“I’m on birth control, and I used a condom with—” My mouth got ahead of my brain. I shut up quickly. I grimaced, looking for Everett’s reaction. His mouth turned down into a scowl, and the swirls in his eyes turned into cyclones, spinning angrily. Better to have the awkward conversation before than have an even more awkward conversation after.

He sat up and stared down at me. Was Everett mad I had brought it up? I had always been a safety-first type of person, but it could be a mood killer to some people. I should have started this conversation in the car before we’d taken our clothes off.

“Never mention another male in the bedroom again.” His voice was deep and demanding. Such an alpha. Everett really didn’t share. I guess I didn’t want to share either. The thought of where he’d mastered his bedroom skills had gotten my blood boiling a few moments ago.

“Sorry—I won’t do that again,” I said. I looked for some sheet to cover my body.

Everett ran his hand through his hair and pulled the sheet back to the end of the bed, leaving me lying naked before him. “I had the pack doctor test me the moment I smelled you. There have been no others since.”

I smiled at his response. He really had been thinking about me since he’d met me.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I looked down between my legs at his impressive length. My nerves got the better of me as I imagined how far my body would have to stretch to take him.

Everett clicked his tongue at me, drawing my eyes back to his. “I’ll go slow.”

I nodded my head, lying back down on the bed.

“Tell me you want this, Elise. I will only continue if you tell me yes.” Practically panting with need, Everett held his member in his hand, stroking it slowly up and down. He waited patiently for my answer.

I nodded my head again.

“I need to hear you say it.” A small bead of liquid puddled on the tip of his cock. His abs tensed as if he was trying to hold it in.

Breathless myself, I whispered, “Yes, I want this.”

On his knees between my legs, Everett parted my lips with one hand and guided the head of his erection into me. I could feel my walls stretching around him, submitting.

He stopped and took a deep breath, exhaling loudly. “Fuck, Lyka. I’m not even halfway in and you feel amazing.” Inching his cock into me slowly, Everett looked like he was in pain. His face scrunched up and his muscles tensed.

“Am I hurting you?” I couldn’t help but ask.

Everett chuckled at my question. “No, Elise. Nothing you could do in the bedroom could hurt me. I’m trying to control myself. You feel too good. Too wet. Too tight.” I tensed my walls involuntarily around Everett. He hissed at me. “Lyka…be careful. I want to last more than a couple of minutes.”

I smirked at him. For once, I had the power. I lifted my hips to take the rest of him inside of me. He groaned, and I gasped as his tip hit the deepest part of me. I felt stuffed with him fully inside of me. I stiffened as my body adjusted to the stimulus. Slowly my muscles that surrounded him relaxed, and we were both able to catch our breaths.

“I don’t know how long I can last.” Everett’s ragged breaths met my ear as he leaned his body to cover mine.

Our bodies fit together perfectly. My breasts tucked into the nook beneath his pectoral muscles, and his hips fell perfectly in the space between my legs. Holding himself up with his elbows, Everett began slowly withdrawing his shaft before he quickly slammed back into me, filling me deeply again. What had started slowly, quickly hastened as Everett found a rhythm. His member filled me completely, rubbing against every part of my walls.

Between thrusts, he lifted my legs to his shoulders, standing in a tall kneeling position before me. My ankles locked between the muscles in his neck and his large trap muscles in his shoulders. The new angle had him hitting the rough spot at the top of my walls, making me see stars. I was moaning at the sensation, unable to control myself.

I arched my back, moving my body away, trying to escape the intense feeling. Everett grabbed my calves and slid my body across the bed toward his in one smooth motion, slamming deep into me again. I screamed this time, coming undone beneath him. The feeling surprised me. It was a deep, guttural feeling to come that quickly, without clitoral stimulation. It had never happened to me before. There was little buildup yet total release.

I lay there trembling with aftershocks as Everett picked me up and held me against his body, his hard cock still inside of me.

“Good girl.” Everett smoothed my hair as he held me. “I love watching you.”

I caught my breath and my vision cleared. Pushing away from his chest, I looked up at his face. He was smug with pride.

“My turn,” Everett whispered into my ear. Laying me back down, he burrowed his scruffy face between my neck and shoulder. It was becoming one of my favorite spots for him to touch.

As he pumped in and out of me slowly, I grabbed onto his shoulders, anticipating his drives.

His lips brushed against my ear. “I won’t last much longer.” His thrusts increased in intensity, making me moan as his cock brushed against the sensitive spot he had just battered a minute ago.

“Why do you feel so good?” Everett asked between breaths. He got even harder as he continued to plunge in and out of me. Small pulses traveled down his cock, and I knew his release was imminent. He let out a deep growl, and I felt the whoosh of his come inside of me, coating my walls.

Before he lifted himself off my body, Everett whispered quietly into my ear, “Mine.”