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Chapter 15

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" Y ou look like you're trying to solve the world's problems." Kade had that head tilt going on that sent warmth through my chest and made me want to scratch behind his ears. A little weird in human form, though it was seriously adorable.

"Not the world's. Just mine." I stayed on the other end of the sofa but slid further back to make talking easier. I felt strangely jittery, like I drank too much coffee. "What does being attracted to me mean?"

"Well, when a wolf likes a guy very much—"

"Oh my, God, stop!" I shoved his shoulder. "Not like that. I'm trying to be serious here. Wolves don't date humans, right? So, you're saying you'd be open to having sex with me without strings. Am I understanding that correctly?"

Kade shifted, his large hands rubbing his oh-so-muscular thighs, and I couldn't help but stare. I bet those thighs would feel amazing riding between mine . . . what the hell was wrong with me? We needed to talk. I could fantasize later.

"I . . . that's an excellent question." His fingers flexed. "I don't exactly know. My wolf is confused. That part of me is all instinct. It has strong opinions about you."

"Care to share with the class?"

He shrugged. "My wolf demands I throw you down on any vertical surface, fuck and knot you until you don't know your own name, and ruin you for anyone else."

I choked on my spit, coughed.

He slid a little closer and patted my back.

"Okay, wow, that's direct," I got out between coughs.

"Wolf, remember?"

"I do now, yeah." Damn, he smelled so good. Talk about an aphrodisiac. I kept my eyes from straying to his bare chest. It took effort, and I couldn't stop myself from inching closer to him. Everything in me screamed to crawl into his lap. His admission seemed to have broken my determination to keep things strictly friendly.

"But I'm not just instinct." Kade's hand remained on my back, a brand even through my hoodie. A sudden rush of heat like a hot flash made me want to strip. "My rational side says this is a disaster waiting to happen. I don't know if you understand about bonding, but—"

And there it was. The reason I needed to keep these boundaries in place.

"Ali explained it to me. Humans don't have magic, so no bonding, and wolves don't stay long without a bond."

He rubbed at his forehead. "That's what has me turned around. Wolves are very scent oriented and humans smell like prey, not like potential mates. But you smell divine. It makes my wolf crazy."

And what could I say to that? Was that better or worse?

"You smell fantastic to me, too." My ears burned.

"So, you feel the pull, too."

"Definitely." Did I ever.

"Then you can see my dilemma. I don't want to hurt you." His hand moved to my shoulder and squeezed. "I'd like you even if I wasn't attracted to you, but I've already fucked up my friendship with Nora and the thought of doing the same to you isn't appealing. One broken heart is enough."

"You're making a lot of assumptions about how I feel." I tilted my chin up. "Maybe casual is all I want."

"Is it?" His eyes took on a brighter glow, his body tensing, seeming larger as his muscles flexed.

The power of his gaze had me hard as steel in an instant, and the heat in my limbs intensified. I wanted to lean into him, feeling suddenly boneless. But he'd asked me a question. An important one. Ignoring the languor, I blinked a few times to break the spell, pull myself together.

"I . . ."

His nostrils flared like he was smelling me.

Could he scent my arousal? And had he moved closer? Damn, I was in so much trouble. He probably could ruin me for anyone else. And I couldn't have him. Not forever, anyway. He'd just made that clear. But perhaps for a little while?

"T, do you want a casual fling?" he asked again, his voice dipping into a sexy register that made my knees weak.

"Maybe? I don't want to get hurt, and I only have a few friends, so I can't afford to lose one. Wish I could say for certain I could be casual with you. I really want to say I can, but I don't have a lot of experience with casual. I'm just not sure."

"That's fair enough." He dropped his hand and slid further away.

I almost whimpered at the loss of contact. I had to physically hold myself back from reaching for him, balling my hands into fists.

"Wait."

He froze.

"Could we . . . experiment a little?" I inched closer. "I mean, you say you're bi, but maybe you wouldn't even like it. And I'm not ready to commit to a friends-with-benefits situation, though maybe we could try something." Anything. My body begged for me to give in, and I wasn't strong enough to resist.

His breathing picked up, his chest—his very nicely sculpted chest—rose and fell, and he looked like the Big Bad Wolf who'd just discovered Little Red alone in the forest.

"What did you have in mind?" His hands gripped his knees, his knuckles whitening from the pressure, and his joggers pitched a noticeable tent.

"A kiss?" That seemed simple enough. "See how we feel afterward?"

"I'm not sure that's . . ." He swallowed audibly. "We could . . . try it."

I would likely be embarrassed about it later, but I scrambled onto his lap, and pressed my ass down in a grind, while launching myself at his lips.

Wolf reflexes were a lot faster than humans'. He clamped down on my hip and gripped my hair firmly, though not painfully, stilling me mere inches from his mouth. So close. I let out a whine of protest and strained toward him. Couldn't help myself. I'd never wanted anything as much as I wanted to know what Kade tasted like.

He held me there with ease—damn wolf strength—his gaze roaming over my face. His lips quirked up.

"My, aren't you a greedy one? Hasn't anyone ever taken care of you properly, T?"

I got the feeling he said the last part more to himself than to me. Still, I tugged against his hold, my hands trailing over his lightly furred pecks, loving how the muscles jumped underneath my fingertips. When he refused to budge, I pinched one of his nipples in protest. He growled. So sexy. If he didn't kiss me soon, I'd incinerate.

"Behave." He tightened his grip on my hair just enough in warning. "Or I might eat you up."

"Yesss. Do it."

And he did. His lips closed the final distance and brushed slowly, but firmly, against mine. A noise tore from my throat I didn't know I could make. I opened for him and he dipped his tongue into my mouth, testing. Teasing.

Every part of me ached from that simple touch, and I swear my soul sang with the connection. Starved. Yes, I was starved for him. And now—finally—I'd arrived at the feast.

Only I needed to get closer. My hands slid around his shoulders, pressing us together. It wasn't enough. I needed skin-to-skin like I needed oxygen. I unzipped and fumbled with my hoodie as he deepened the kiss. He tasted of sunshine and heady desire. His tongue slid against mine in a relaxed but thorough exploration. Nothing rushed, slowing my burning need to devour and be devoured, yet conversely stoking it, too.

His hand slid from my hair, moving to cup the back of my head in a hold that was both possessive and tender. Everything about his touch felt confident and sure. Like he had a right to touch me however he wanted. Like I was his. And he was mine. That should scare me, only somehow it made me feel . . . safe. Cherished. And very, very smug.

I threw my hoodie behind me and pushed up my shirt. Since he was still kissing me, I couldn't pull it over my head. Instead, I shoved it under my armpits and pressed my bare chest to his. He growled into my mouth. I almost came on the spot. I loved that I affected him so strongly.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and I would have chased his lips if he hadn't stilled me by clasping my chin between his fingers.

"Take it off." He plucked at my shirt, only releasing me when I nodded.

I yanked it over my head and threw it behind me to join the hoodie. I leaned in for another kiss, bliss coursing through me when our lips met. And then he tugged on one of my nipple rings. I moaned into his mouth, my whole body shuddering from the sensation. My cock jerked in my pants like the two were directly connected.

"So sweet," he said against my mouth before deepening the kiss once again. He continued tugging on the rings, first one and then the other, and each time it was like a zap of electricity. I arched into his hands and ground down, loving how hard he felt. I wished I could see all of him. Hell, I wanted to taste him. And why shouldn't I?

Pulling away, I slid off his lap to kneel between his legs, my fingers going to the laces on his joggers.

"Damn, T, you're the most graceful creature I've ever seen. It's otherworldly. Like liquid in human form. It drives my wolf crazy. Makes me want to run you to ground. Each time I see you on a horse, I wish you were riding my cock instead." He swiped his thumb across my swollen lips, and I nipped him before drawing it into my mouth. "Fuck, you deserve to be worshipped."

His words loosened something in my chest I hadn't realized had been clenched. I'd needed to hear that I was worth something. Wasn't just "Teremie the Cheater." Even if he only meant it in the heat of the moment.

I tried to tug his pants down, but he shook his head, pressing his thumb against my tongue as I sucked. "As tempting as that is, Sweet Teremie, I think you need some attention first. I get the feeling you've been ignored for entirely too long."

He surprised me by hefting me to my feet instead and yanking down my pants and underwear in one go. I kicked off my slides, my sweats pushed to my ankles as he gripped my hips.

When the heat of his mouth engulfed the head of my cock, and his tongue swirled around my slit, my eyes rolled back in my head. My knees tried to buckle, but he held me effortlessly upright. Perhaps wolf strength had its advantages after all.

It had been ages since someone had blown me, and Matt had never enjoyed doing it much, so I'd gone without. I'd forgotten how amazing it felt. My ass clenched, holding back my orgasm so I wouldn't come embarrassingly fast.

His gaze met mine. Hunger, satisfaction, need. His perfect lips stretched around my girth as he slowly sank down my length, my cockhead scraping against the roof of his mouth as he took me in inch by inch. My breath expelled in shallow pants. Oh, fuck, not going to last long.

If I'd wondered whether Kade would change his mind once he'd realized that I wasn't built like any of the women he'd been with, his enthusiastic blow job cured me of that notion. No hesitation there.

He pulled off, his eyes glowing a fierce gold. He nipped my hip, then soothed it with a kiss. I shuddered from the pleasure, my toes curling.

"Tell me if I do something you don't like."

Was he kidding? "You're doing everything right. Sure you haven't done this before?"

"First time. But I know what I like." He grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his hair. "I want you to fuck my face."

Shockingly, I managed not to yank out a clump of his hair as I gave a full body shudder. Still, I held back.

"I don't want to choke you."

"You won't hurt me." He gave me a feral grin. "Go ahead, use me. I want to see you get yourself off." He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, his eyes daring me to do it.

I gave a tentative thrust, not pushing in too far. He slapped my ass. I couldn't help it, I chuckled.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it." I sank into his warmth, a bit further this time, my hand brushing through his hair before I gripped it tight. His hum of encouragement around my cock almost sent me over the edge, my lower spine tingling. I'd never last if he kept that up. So I drove into him again, and again, each time going a little deeper, a little harder. Then harder still. Didn't seem to faze him, though I was careful not to plunge too deep. His saliva quickly coated my shaft, his wet heat so, so good.

When one of his hands rolled my balls, my rhythm faltered before picking up speed. I slammed into his mouth, and when he gagged, I apologized and tried to withdraw. A hand on my hip held me still. Kade breathed through his nose, then tugged me deeper and swallowed around me. Oh, fuck.

My hips moved without my permission, pistoning between his lips, my hand clutching his hair in what had to be a painful grip. He didn't stop me, egging me on by humming each time I drove deeper. My rhythm faltered, and when he slipped a finger between my cheeks and pressed against my hole, I lost it completely.

"I'm coming!" Only fair to give warning.

He rumbled, daring me to pull out. So, I didn't. Once. Twice. My toes curled and my abs contracted. On the third thrust, I combusted. My body seized and my release shot into his throat, feeling like I'd just turned myself inside out with how much I emptied into him. He didn't relinquish a single drop, and I curled over him as the stimulation and pleasure became too much.

He released my spent cock and pulled me onto his lap. I flopped onto him like a rag doll.

"That was beautiful," he rasped out, his voice wrecked. "You're gorgeous when you let go."

"Thank you," I whispered. I wasn't only talking about the compliment. He'd taken the time to pleasure me, putting off his own release. I floated in the afterglow, stretching up to kiss him. Once again, it wasn't frenzied, but it fed something in me. The soft, deep kisses were like a drug. And tasting myself on his tongue made it even more powerful. I reached between us to free him from the confines of his joggers, so I could happily return the favor.

Our phones went off. Jabril's alarm. All hands on set. No, no, no.

The alarm kept blaring. We groaned and rolled apart. We grabbed our cells, turning off the notification.

"He has the worst timing." Kade's eyes squeezed shut like he was in pain.

"I can hurry—"

He shook his head. "We already let things get carried away. It was supposed to be a kiss."

"Do you regret it?" Shit, should I have stopped before it got out of hand?

He brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. "Why would you ask that after we—"

The alarm buzzed again. Dammit. Tempted to chuck my cell across the cabin.

We shut them off.

Kade blew out a harsh breath.

"I'll see you there. We can talk later." He pointed to his tented pants. "I need to take care of this or I won't need a sword on set today."

Before I could volunteer again, he scooped up my clothing and handed the pile to me.

I took the hint and threw on my clothes as quickly as possible. To his credit, he waited and even walked me to the door.

I bit my lip. Couldn't shake the feeling I'd done something wrong. Taken too much. "I'm sorry—"

"Hey, stop. You were perfect. I enjoyed every moment." Kade caged me against the door and kissed me until I couldn't do anything except hold on tight. When we broke apart, he stepped back and raised my hand to his lips, placing a kiss on my knuckles.

The gesture made me want to cry, though I couldn't say exactly why.

Tugging me away from the door, he opened it, and waited until my legs were steady enough to step outside.

"See you soon," he said, his eyes still hot with want. When he closed the door, I stood there for a moment, unable to walk away.

We hadn't even done all that much, and already he'd ruined me for other guys.

I was in so much trouble.

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