Chapter 5

FIVE

Samantha

The motel isn't an expensive one, but it's clean and well-maintained. The paint is a startling white and the trim is a deep green that pops against the pale background. Aydan is leading Granger and I, striding so fast he's almost running. I'd be amused if I wasn't so nervous.

I'm going to have sex with Aydan. My best friend. Someone I've wanted for as long as I knew what it was to want someone. And Evander? He might be dead. But either way, I feel a little like I'm betraying him. It's a stupid feeling. We aren't a couple. We aren't anything. Just two dragons unable to keep our hands off of each other.

Things have changed. I can't just head to the base, no matter how much I want to. My scent needs to be covered, and there's only one way to do it. This whole thing makes sense on paper, but in the real world, it feels so difficult. Like everything is happening too fast.

"So, this is your room," Aydan says, directing Granger to the motel room door and holding out a card key.

Granger seems exhausted and defeated. Not that I blame him after all he's been through. "You made sure I'm not next door to you?"

Aydan smiles, and it reaches his eyes. "We'll be in Room 6, so a good four doors down."

"You should know, if I hear anything, I'm complaining to management," he grumbles, grabbing the card key from Aydan.

My cheeks heat. "You won't!"

"She doesn't strike me as a screamer," Aydan says, with a shit eating grin.

"Aydan!" I say, smacking his chest.

Granger slides his key in the door, and the door opens. He turns to us with a tired wave, his eyes on the ground. "Well, have fun not resting. I'm going to enjoy the nap of my life."

For some reason, I close the distance between us and pull him into a hug. "Thanks for finding me."

He hugs me tightly right back. "We'll always find you, Sam. We're the Wolf Pack. It's what we do."

I release him and step back, and I think for a minute the guys are going to "bro out" and embarrass me further, but Granger just ducks inside. Maybe because Aydan is strutting around like he just won the lottery. It'd be funny if I wasn't so nervous about having sex with my best friend. About this changing everything between us. Once the proverbial dick comes exploding out of the box, we can't put it back.

Aydan slips his hand in mind and leads me to Room 6. My heart races faster with every step we take. He slides the card key in the door and pushes it open, gesturing for me to go first. I step into the darkened room, and Aydan follows behind, letting the door close behind us. He's right behind me, too close, and I don't want to turn around.

"Sam?" he says.

My heartbeat fills my ears.

He circles around to the front of me. "You okay?"

It takes me a minute, but I manage a nod.

Grasping my chin, he tilts me up to look at him. "Are you sure?"

I can't manage to smile, but I say, "I'm just really nervous."

He frowns. "You don't have to be nervous. It's me. You know me."

"N-not like this."

He studies me for another long minute and then says, "Let's start slow. Strip down to your bra and underwear."

"How is that slow?" I ask, feeling my eyes widen.

"Just trust me," he says.

So, I do what he said, even though my hands are shaking as I undress. When I'm done, my gaze finds his again. He's watching me, but he stiffens when our eyes meet. Then he pulls off his shirt and goes for his pants. My mouth goes dry. Aydan is a beautiful man. Every inch of him. Evander felt like all hard edges and straight lines. Aydan is different. He's not as rough-looking, more stunning, like a male model. His beauty is the kind that's hard to look at without gawking.

My eyes trace the muscular lines of his big arms, his chest, his six pack. But I can't stop there. My gaze runs over his powerful thighs and strong legs, and then slides back to the delicious bulge in his boxers. I remember that bulge in my hands as I was stroking him. He was hard, like iron covered in velvet. My only regret is that I haven't felt him inside of me… yet.

Standing before me in only his boxers, the front of the fabric tents, and I realize he's turned on. My gaze snaps back to his face, and I realize he's watching me through hooded eyes. There's something so powerful and possessive in his gaze that it takes my breath away.

"Lay down," he commands.

I take a step back. "I thought we were going to take things slow."

"We are. Now, lay down on your stomach."

I hesitate, asking myself how much I trust Aydan. But the answer comes easily. I trust him with my life. He would never hurt me. That's one thing I don't have with Evander: trust.

Laying down on my belly, I don't know what to do when the mattress shifts with Aydan's weight. His hands push my hair away from my back, and then find my shoulders. Instantly, his hands begin to rub my shoulders and neck, and it's hard to catch my breath, it feels so good.

Aydan must have done this a thousand times before, because he knows just where my muscles ache, just the places that I'm tense. His nimble hands rub away all the stress and anxiety of the past few days, and I melt into the mattress. When his hands slide down my back, working my lower back, I'm too content to care. Everywhere he touches, it feels like magic.

It only takes a few minutes before he begins to work my feet, then my legs, then my thighs. Something changes. There's something in the air that's impossible to see. I'm relaxed, and yet, I'm not. Every stroke of his hands that reaches higher between my thighs has me purring for more.

"How does this feel?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

"Good," I manage.

He continues his careful massage until his hands begin to brush the space between my legs. Instinctively, I spread my legs just a little wider, and he continues to brush me lightly. Finally, his hand stops at my core. It lingers, warm and big.

"What if I touched you here? Would that be okay?"

My voice trembles when I answer. "Yes."

Slowly, he pushes my underwear to the side and begins to stroke the outside of my pussy, sending little bolts of excitement shooting through me. I'm aching, wet as fuck, and pressing myself against him, when one of his fingers slides inside.

"Oh, you're so wet. Do you like what I'm doing?"

My body is shaking. "Yes."

"Yes, you do," he murmurs under his breath, using that finger to touch and tease.

When he touches my clit, I jump a little as pleasure ripples through me. I'm breathing hard, unable to catch my breath.

"Well, that's a nice spot," he whispers, coming back to my clit and rubbing it while I try not to climb out of my skin.

He stops touching me, pulling his hands away, and then slips my underwear off. I wonder if I should flip around, if I should do something, when he spreads my legs, and I feel him sliding between them. I only have a minute to wonder what the fuck is going on when he grabs my hips and pulls me on top of his face.

I start to sit up, unsure what to do with myself when his tongue slips into my pussy, and a string of curses falls from my lips. He holds me down on top of him, his hands tight on my thighs as he eats me out like a man starved for pussy. Pleasure shoots through me like electricity, making it hard to breathe, hard to do anything. His mouth feels like heaven, like hell, like something so incredibly good it must be bad.

Sitting up fully, I begin to ride his face, and the man absolutely chows down on me, licking and sucking like he's lost his mind. And he knows just where to touch, how to touch, when to touch, to build up my orgasm, and then make me wait. I feel like I'm losing my fucking mind when he finds my clit again and goes to town.

My legs spread wider and wider. I grab his hair and work myself against him. Within seconds, I'm screaming his name, my orgasm hitting me like a bat. He takes me over the edge but keeps me there, as I ride myself on his perfect mouth. I have a second to breathe, when it seems to be over, and he starts sucking again, and I come crashing over that edge again, riding him like a fucking horse.

When I'm done, I slide to the side of him, breathing hard. Looking at Aydan, he looks like a man who's just won a medal. His blond hair is a mess, but his blue eyes are filled with desire.

After wiping off his face with the blankets, he turns to me and starts to kiss his way down my neck, sucking at random. I don't know if he's trying to cover up the marks from Evander, or avoid them, but he's careful in the way he kisses me. Not that I seem to be able to focus on that right now. Heat thunders through my blood as he unclasps my bra. His hand finds my pussy and starts to play with the sensitive space lightly as his mouth finds my breasts and starts to lavish them with attention.

Unable to help myself, I tug down his boxers and let his cock spring free. I grab a hold of it and find it dripping.

"Did you come?" I whisper.

"When you came," he admits casually against my breast. "I couldn't help myself. But don't worry, I'm not done."

His mouth closes around my nipple, and I gasp, my body lifting. Desire pours through me, and I run my hand up and down his cum-covered cock, and then take my wet hand and run it down my belly. He smells… oh so good. And I fucking want to smell like him.

"Damn it, Sam," he groans. "Is that my cum?"

"I want to smell like you," I admit to him.

"That's fucking hot," he says, and his cock jerks.

My hand goes back to him, and I slide my hand up and down his massive length, enjoying him. I've been with men before, but I have no idea what Evander and Aydan have been drinking to make their dicks so big, because I've never handled anything even close to their size before them.

"You're so big," I moan.

"Yeah?" he asks, grabbing my breasts roughly. "You like a big dick?"

"I love a big dick," I whisper as his fingers slide over my clit.

He grabs a hold of me and drags me into the middle of the bed, then climbs on top of me. My legs have to spread to fit his huge frame, but then he's on top of me, his cock pressing against my core.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he says, biting my ear lightly.

"Me too," I whisper, digging my hand into his hair.

"I'm going to fucking fill you with my cum. Every fucking inch of you. I'm going to leave you so satisfied that you're never even going to be able to think about another man." And I kind of believe him.

He pushes that huge cock of his slowly inside me, stopping every time my body seems to protest. I'm slick, absolutely drenched with desire, but it's still not enough to handle something of his length and girth. My legs wrap around his back, and my nails dig into his skin deeper and deeper, but he doesn't seem to care. He keeps going until he reaches his hilt, and then we're both panting.

"You like that?"

I nod.

"I want to hear you say it."

"I like that," I whisper.

"How about this?" he asks, pulling out and then slamming back in.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"And this?" he groans, pounding into me over and over again.

"Yes! God, yes!"

"Sam, you're mine. You're fucking mine." His teeth grit together, and then he's fucking me like a mad man. "Say you're fucking mine!" he orders.

"I'm yours," I say, goosebumps erupting on my flesh.

He leans down and sucks one of my nipples and then the other. Hard. Fiercely. Until they're so hard they're painful. And he continues slamming into me. Riding me like a wild animal until I feel the edge coming, and I can't think any more.

"I fucking love you!" he shouts. "Fucking love you!"

"I love you!" I say.

His sheer size rubbing against every nerve-ending makes me feel like I'm being electrocuted. Like I'm no longer in control of myself or anything else. My head falls back and the orgasm hits with all the power of a bus, and then I'm screaming his name, over and over again as I ride my orgasm. Waves flow through my body making everything feel alive. I feel him cum, and his scent rolls over me, stronger than before, and I fucking love his scent. I want to bathe in it. I want it to be a part of me, always.

He keeps giving me that cock until my orgasm starts to slow, and then he collapses on top of me. Wrapping his arms around me, he holds me close, gathered against him like he never wants to let me go.

"I love you, Sam," he whispers into my hair.

"I love you too," I say.

He kisses my head. "Now, you've got five minutes before we go again."

A laugh bubbles out of my throat. "Five minutes?"

He pulls back from me so his baby blue eyes staring into mine. "I need to cover you with my scent. Remember? And I have several ideas about how I can do that."

"Well, aren't you a humanitarian?" I tease

He grins. "You have no idea."