Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

R ochelle padded into the hotel room. Her body was still humming with energy from the run. The full moon's glow seeped through the windows, a reminder of the wild freedom she'd just experienced. Her senses remained heightened, attuned to every sound and scent.

Only with Caleb did she feel safe enough to let her wolf run free like this. Only far from prying eyes, in a town where no one knew them. Only when the moon hung fat and luminous in the night sky.

Before Rochelle could fully push the door closed, Caleb's lips crashed into hers. Or had she moved first? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the fierce hunger of his kiss.

His tongue plunged into her mouth, mimicking another intimate act that she had only experienced with him. When they were younger and he'd kissed her there, she had first felt the wildness in her. Still, only with him. Rochelle moaned, overwhelmed by the assault on her senses.

"Caleb," she gasped between kisses. "I need?—"

"I know," he growled, nipping at her lower lip. "I need it, too."

Rochelle's head spun. The lingering wildness from their run, combined with Caleb's passionate onslaught, left her dizzy with desire. She clung to him, returning his kisses with the same intensity."

Suddenly, Rochelle felt her back slam against the wall. Caleb's quiet demeanor had vanished. It was replaced by raw, animalistic need. His hands, usually so gentle, now gripped her hips with bruising force.

"Caleb," she gasped, her voice a mixture of surprise and arousal.

He didn't respond with words. Instead, his fingers found the hem of her shirt, ripping the fabric apart with a sound that echoed through the room. Buttons scattered across the floor as he tore at her clothing, his actions frenzied and desperate.

"I've wanted you all month," he growled, his voice low and rough. "I would've moved the moon to get you to me sooner."

Rochelle arched into him, her skin tingling where it met the cool air. "Take me now."

Caleb's response was immediate. His mouth descended on her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point. He worked his way down, leaving a trail of bites and marks that had Rochelle squirming against the wall.

"Oh gods," she moaned as he nipped at her collarbone. Each mark he left felt like a brand, a claim on her body and soul. This was the only time she let him. He knew where to leave his brands on her body so others wouldn't see it.

Caleb's hands roamed her curves in possessive grips and kneading. His teeth found her breast, leaving a perfect imprint of his bite.

Rochelle's mind reeled. This was Caleb as she rarely saw him—unleashed, dominant, claiming what was his. And she was his, just as surely as he was hers. For the next couple of nights.

"Mine," he growled against her skin, echoing her thoughts.

"No, I'm mine," she insisted.

He smirked, but he didn't argue. At least not with words.

Rochelle's breath caught in her throat as Caleb sank to his knees. His insistent hands parted her thighs. She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet thrillingly alive. Caleb pressed his nose against her sex, inhaling deeply.

Before Rochelle could respond, Caleb's tongue swept along her, from ass to clit, in one long, languorous stroke. A loud moan escaped her lips, echoing off the hotel room walls.

"Caleb!" she cried out, not caring who might hear. They were strangers in this town, anonymous and uninhibited.

His tongue delved deeper, exploring every fold and crevice with meticulous attention. Rochelle's head fell back against the wall, her fingers tangling in Caleb's hair.

"Oh gods, don't stop," she panted, her hips rocking against his face.

Caleb's hands gripped her thighs tighter, holding her in place as he devoured her. His tongue swirled and flicked, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Rochelle felt the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter in her core.

"I'm close," she gasped, her legs trembling. "I'm so close, Caleb."

He redoubled his efforts, his tongue working her over with ruthless precision. Like always, the orgasm hit Rochelle hard, crashing over her with unexpected force. She cried out, her body shaking as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

"Caleb!" she screamed, her vision blurring. It felt as if her very soul was being wrenched from her body, leaving her quaking and shivering against the wall.

Caleb didn't stop. His tongue continued its relentless assault, drawing out her pleasure until Rochelle thought she might shatter into a million different pieces from the intensity of it all.

She barely had time to catch her breath before Caleb's grip on her thighs tightened. With a swift movement, he hoisted her legs over his shoulders, lifting her bodily off the ground. It would look like he was giving her a piggy back ride, except her pussy was in his face, her legs dangling over his back instead of his chest. Her back pressed against the wall as Caleb stood, his face still buried between her thighs.

Her hands scrambled for purchase against the smooth wall. The new position sent a thrill through her body, leaving her feeling both open and exhilarated.

Caleb's tongue resumed its exploration, lapping at her sensitive flesh. Rochelle felt a finger press against her entrance, then slide inside. She moaned, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thud.

"More," she pleaded, her voice husky with desire. "Please, Caleb."

"I'll give you everything. You know that."

He obliged, adding a second finger alongside the first. The stretch was delicious, and Rochelle found herself rocking her hips as much as her precarious position allowed.

"You taste divine," Caleb murmured against her flesh, his hot breath sending shivers up her spine.

His fingers pumped in and out, curling to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. Combined with the relentless attention of his tongue on her clit, Rochelle felt herself hurtling toward another climax.

"I'm going to come again," she whimpered, her thighs trembling around Caleb's head. "Oh gods, Caleb, I'm coming!"

This orgasm hit her even harder than the first, leaving her crying out and shaking uncontrollably. Rochelle's world narrowed to the sensations Caleb was drawing from her body, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her.

"Fuck, I'm going to miss this," she whispered. But it was enough for her lover to hear her.

The sweat on her breasts went cold as Caleb lifted his head to look at her.