31. Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-One

A n'kar

What was I thinking when I started this game? I wanted to drive Tally wild. Why was I too stupid to realize it would drive me even wilder?

The answer's obvious. I'm a wolven. The drive to be alpha is in my blood, my genetics. The need to assert my dominance just trumped the need to mate my female. Being in love must have shaved a hundred points off my I.Q. I'm a special kind of idiot.

But there's a silver lining in all of this. My female is panting, head thrown back, knees wide as she slides into a cave of lust so deep she seems to have forgotten we're in traffic. I should get her home before we get arrested.

She moans when I stop circling her entrance. Should it give me comfort that no matter how aroused I am, she's got it worse than me?

"Okay, sur'nam , I'll take you home and make it all better," I croon. "I'm going to speed now, so you'd best pull down your dress. Wouldn't want to give the police a show in case we get pulled over, would you?"

Does she have to be so adorable when she pouts?

"Don't act so superior, An'kar. Your cock is hard enough to be seen on satellite imaging. You've driven us both insane."

"Right you are." I chuckle.

By the time we get through the Zone's gate and pull up in front of the WW HQ, we can't exit the car fast enough. As we race through the main floor to get to the stairs, three wolven heads pop up like gophers to watch us.

Leave it to Bold to sniff loudly and jibe, "Where's the fire?"

"Fuck you," I toss over my shoulder as I lift Tally, and carry her, taking the stairs two at a time. "You guys might want to go for a walk. It's going to get loud upstairs."

Tally squawks in embarrassment, but I don't think the guys hear her over their raucous laughter.

I open the door, carry her across the threshold, set her down, and stop cold.

"This is what you want? We can slow down, you kn—"

Tally fists the neckline of my t-shirt and tugs my face to hers. With her face a scant inch from mine, she says, "How plain do I have to say it, An'kar? I want to be your mate. Give. Me. Your. Knot!"

We've known each other such a short time, but Goddess, it's clear I chose the right woman. I unceremoniously pick her up, toss her over my shoulder, and stalk to the bedroom.

"You're going to get it all , s ur'nam . My knot, my fangs…" I pause to drag the tips from behind her ear down the vulnerable column of her neck. "My pelt—I know you love it. And you get my heart, my love. I give you all of my heart."

She winds her arms around my neck, pulls me close, and kisses me. It's a statement, a vow, filled with all her affection as she presses her lips to mine. "I don't have to give you my heart, An'kar." Her lips are at my ear, her warm breath ghosting along my skin. "You already own it. "

As a starburst of warmth explodes in my heart, I can't ignore Tally's scent. It's insistent, desperate. I've teased her long enough.

"Take off that dress. Slowly."

I set her on her feet and watch, my cock thickening with every moment that passes.

After she lifts her dress over her head and tosses it onto the chair in the corner, I ask, "How attached are you to your pretty pink bra?" The matching panties are now safely stuffed in my jeans pocket.

Her gaze flies to mine as a slow smile spreads across her face. "I wouldn't say it's irreplaceable."

"Good. Because I'm going to ruin it."

I ease closer and sniff behind her ear, scenting everything about her, from what kind of soap she used this morning to the car's pine air freshener. Trailing my nose down her delicate neck, across her shoulder, I open my mouth, slip a fang under the strap, and slice it in two as easily as if it were tissue paper.

With my hands on her shoulders, I turn her and repeat the actions on her other side. I don't understand what feats of engineering go into constructing these garments, but the damn thing is still clinging to her despite now being strapless.

"Off!" I order it.

Although the scrap of fabric doesn't comply, Tally flies into action and soon the bra hits the floor at our feet.

Cupping her two perfect breasts, I lean to arouse them. I vary my actions. Sometimes licking, sucking, and flicking with my tongue, at other times using my hands to pluck and gently twist.

Tally's so responsive. As her gentle sighs morph into moans of delight, I figure I'd better find a way to keep her from hitting the floor when her knees inevitably buckle. After lifting her onto the bed, I yank her thighs open, which results in her soft gasp. Sliding my tongue inside her in one fluid movement brings a little moan. Flicking my long tongue against the little indent on her upper wall draws a startled shout. I'll have to remember that spot.

I'm not sure whether it's a blessing or a curse that I got her so worked up during the car ride that she's already close to coming. Her blunt nails dig into my shoulders until they slide to the top of my head as she presses me harder against her.

I may be an evil asshole, wanting to edge her for longer, but I'm not enough of a bastard to make her wait when she's this desperate.

"Please, wolven."

No. Can't make her wait. I suck and flick and nuzzle against her clit as I slide first one and then two fingers inside her. It doesn't take more than that to push her over the precipice.

"An'kar." How can she make that noise, between a shout, a plea, and a purr?

She's rolling in pleasure right now, her body pumping out the scent of a woman in bliss. Her slick walls spasm around my fingers as I ride her through her ecstasy, keeping up with her despite her desperate thrashing.

My cock is kicking in excitement, but even better than her bliss-filled response is that I've brought this female so much pleasure. As she settles back onto the bed, her muscles limp after such a cataclysmic release, I give little smacking kisses to her clit, then suck and lick my way up the center of her body until I reach that softly smiling mouth.

She's dazed, eyes heavy-lidded as I nip her chin, gripping softly with all four fangs as I work my way up to the hinge of her jaw.

She gasps in pleasure, her eyes flying wide.

"More!"

"Hmm. My almost-mate likes to be nipped."

"Harder. "

I follow her orders, nipping harder, then murmur, "That's part of wolven mating. A bite, Tally. But you don't have to… ever."

"Give me everything, love. I said I want all of you." Her words are thick on her tongue, her eyes glazed.

I don't want to take advantage of her in this state. Instead of biting, I nip up her neck as she squirms, clutches my pelt, and then releases me. I repeat my actions over and over as I find new territory that drives her wild. The spot behind her ear draws a moan. The path to her collarbone makes her hiss and shiver. When I get to the mound of her breast, she grips the spread and whispers, "I think I'll be ready to beg for your knot in a minute."

I interpret that to mean that her breast and nipples need a little more attention.

True to her word, a few minutes later, she murmurs, "Are you really going to make me beg, wolven? I want your knot."