Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

S onya gazed out the window of the motel room, touching her lips, which still burned from the spectacular kiss. They’d definitely put on a show in front of the pack. Normally, she’d be embarrassed, but that kiss had been worth being stared at.

After the ceremony in the community center, Nora and Ulf had insisted they’d stay with Karim at the house and for Sonya and Bay to go to his motel. She’d asked her brother if that was okay, but he’d been too busy peppering Ulf with a million questions about Vikings to listen.

So here she was, on her wedding night. She should be nervous. Her groom was a stranger, after all.

But that kiss had ignited her, and she was about to burn up. Bay needed to finish what he’d started.

He was outside, locking up the car.

Finally, the door banged open, and her husband—she still stumbled over that word in her mind—rushed in.

He stopped and stared at her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He paused. “Fuck. I mean, I’m sorry. I’m horrible with words and have no filter.”

She smiled at him and walked closer, feeling sexy and powerful as his gaze heated. “Close the door,” she said. She would worry about what being married to a stranger—a wolf shifter—meant later. Right now, she wanted her husband naked and in bed. Or maybe just naked. Bed was optional.

He slammed the door shut, and the lock engaged.

“Take off your jacket and waistcoat,” she whispered. He obeyed quickly.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, she pulled him closer. She had to stand on her toes to reach, but finally her mouth met his again. His lips were firm and warm, and as his tongue danced with hers, every nerve ending in her body shuddered in delight.

She laced her fingers behind his neck, pressing herself to him. As she did, the stiff peaks of her nipples rubbed against the fabric of her dress, creating tantalizing friction. The beautiful creation didn’t allow for a bra.

He growled into her mouth. The sound vibrated inside her, and she sighed her pleasure.

Bay turned and walked her backward until her butt hit the door. He placed his hands on the wood so that they bracketed her head. “If you don’t want this, tell me now,” he said, resting his forehead against hers, his chest heaving. “I can take you home.” He looked into her eyes, searching for an answer. “Decide quickly, because soon my wolf will want to claim you and I’ll have to work hard to stop him.”

The words heated something deep inside her. She stared back. His irises were lighter than usual. Caressing his neck with her fingertips, she tried to think logically. She wanted him so badly, but maybe they should get to know each other better before they took this next step? Yes, it was her wedding night. But she didn’t really know this man.

He kissed her temple and trailed his lips down to her ear. “Stop touching me, or I’m going to lose control.” His hot breath caressed her neck, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes and tilt her head to give him better access. “Sonya,” he growled in warning.

A rough giggle escaped her lips. “I’m thinking.”

“Think faster,” he said, and licked a sizzling trail down her neck, ending with a nip to her collarbone.

Heat flooded between her legs. She sighed. “You’re making this very hard.”

“No, you’re making me very hard.” He nuzzled her neck and then bit her earlobe, not quite hard enough to sting.

Her nipples were about to burst through the dress.

Screw thinking. This was her wedding night. And she had wanted no one before as much as she wanted this man.

Rising on her tiptoes, she buried her fingers in his thick hair. She molded herself to his body and claimed his mouth with hers.

His tongue met hers thrust for thrust, and he grabbed her hips. “Are you saying yes?” he asked. “I need to hear it.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He groaned and swept his hand down her thigh. Hooking the back of her knee, he lifted her leg over his hip and pressed his hardness against her. Her panties dampened, and her breath quickened. “I need out of this dress,” she groaned.

He chuckled and turned her so that her back pressed to his chest. His hands molded her breasts as he bit her earlobe again. “I can help you with that.” With clever fingers, he quickly unfastened the row of buttons down her spine. He pushed the fabric off her shoulders, and the dress fell in a heap at her feet.

She stepped out of it, wearing only a pair of silk string panties and the gold high heels Nora had lent her.

Bay froze. “Fuck. You’re all my wet dreams come true.”

He gripped her hips, pressing the bulge on the front of his pants into the cleft between her bare buttocks. Her skin heated under his hands, and she arched her back.

The tips of his fingers slipped under the cloth of her panties, touching her damp pubic curls. Moving lower, he buried a finger inside her, the heel of his hand pressed against her mons.

White heat flickered over the insides of her eyelids as her core clenched around his finger.

His teeth scraped the skin on her neck, and then he bit her shoulder as a second finger joined the first.

Sonya panted hard, trying to catch her breath. “Bay,” she moaned, gripping his wrist.

“I’m here,” he murmured into her ear as his fingers curled inside her and squeezed.

She whimpered, pressing her butt back against him.

With a growl, he slid his fingers out of her and ripped off her panties.

Bay paused for a moment to stare at her naked body, and then he took her hand, pulled her toward him, and lifted her into his arms.

He walked to the bed and placed her on top of the mattress. Then, grabbing both sides of his shirt, he pulled. Buttons popped and fell to the floor.

Sonya bit her lip as she studied his sculptured chest and abs. A few hairs dusted his pectorals and then narrowed to a denser strip that disappeared into the waistband of his slacks. “Pants too,” she breathed as she locked gazes with him.

His pupils dilated, and a wicked smile filled with satisfaction played over his lips. “Whatever you want.” He unzipped the trousers and pulled them down along with his undershorts. As his erection sprang free, he hissed and stepped out of his shoes and socks.

Sonya scooted backward on the bed to make room for him, but he caught her ankle and stopped her. “Not so fast,” he growled. “I want a taste.” A fraction of a second later, he knelt on the floor. Still gripping her ankle, he dragged her down until her butt was right on the edge of the mattress.

Draping her legs over his shoulders, he lowered his face to her core. As his tongue pressed against her clit, she cried out. A shock of pleasure shot from her center, spreading through her body. She couldn’t catch her breath and moaned his name as she buried her hands in his hair, pressing herself to his mouth.

He pushed his hands under her butt, tilting her pelvis to give himself better access. His teeth scraped her clit, and he sucked her hard as he pushed a finger inside her, setting a fast pace.

All she could do was moan as she tried to catch her breath and bring oxygen into her lungs. The pressure built until she screamed out his name.

Sonya shattered. Wave after wave of pleasure shook her body, the intensity making her hips shoot off the mattress.

Bay held her buttocks and kept nipping and sucking her clit, swallowing her juices down as her climax pulsed.

When the swell had peaked and the aftershocks settled, he finally released her.

Sonya tried to speak, but her breath came in such short bursts that she couldn’t form any words.

She wasn’t sure what to say, anyway. Thanks for the best orgasm ever? She giggled.

Bay wiped his chin with the back of his hand and smiled as he looked down at her. “I amuse you?”

“You amaze me,” she breathed out, her body limp and sweaty against the covers. She pushed herself up on her elbows. “Let me return the favor.”

He shook his head. “We’re not done yet.” Hooking one arm underneath her knees and draping the other around her shoulders, he climbed onto the bed with her in his arms. With his shoulders against the headboard, he positioned Sonya on his lap and leaned down to kiss her deeply. “Ready for round two?” he asked when she was once again panting and looking at him in a glazed-over stupor.

Her nipples ached for his touch, and she grabbed his hand, pressing it to her breast. His pupils widened, and he kneaded her flesh, hard.

She twisted and straddled him. Claiming his lips again, she sucked his tongue into her mouth. As she lowered herself and took him partway inside her, Bay groaned loudly, releasing her breast to grip her hips.

She lifted and then sank down again, taking all his length this time. The tip of his cock bumped against her cervix, causing just enough pain to give her pleasure the edge she wanted.

He tilted his hands, and his fingers dug into the flesh of her buttocks. His tongue worshipped one of her nipples, and then his teeth nipped the sensitive peak before he sucked the whole areola into his mouth. Bay kept sucking and biting, driving her wild with desire.

She rode him faster, her hands on his shoulders for balance.

He squeezed her hips, pushing hard on each downstroke, burying his cock deeper inside her each time.

His mouth released one nipple and captured the other.

As he bit down on the hardened peak, Sonya exploded.

Her back arched. She ground herself so hard against him, she could feel his hip bones digging into the inside of her thighs. Her legs pressed against his, and she gasped for breath.

Bay released her hips and pushed her breasts together between his palms. He captured both nipples in his mouth and gently bit down.

Another wave of climax shuddered through Sonya’s body.

As she cried out, he gripped her hips again and pumped hard and quick.

She felt him erupt inside her, and as he found his release, he roared her name.

Sonya collapsed, every muscle in her body limp. She rested her forehead against his, waiting for her breath to slow down.

Bay pushed back her hair and bracketed her face with his palms. “Are you okay?” His eyes were blue gray again and searched her face.

She nodded. “Very okay.”

He scooted them both down and gently rolled her off him. Lying face-to-face, he played with her hair, tucking it behind her ear. “We didn’t use protection,” he said. “But humans can’t catch diseases from shifters.”

“I’m disease-free,” she said. “And on birth control.” She took it to regulate her periods.

He avoided her eyes. “Wolves can only impregnate their true mates.”

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“True mates?”

She grinned. “Yes. I already know what impregnate means.”

He traced a finger down the side of her face. It seemed her husband liked physical contact. She didn’t mind. She was a cuddler herself. “When a shifter meets their true mate, their animal side claims them for life.”

She raised herself on one elbow. “But you live for a very long time.” Witches aged more slowly than regular humans, but shifters could live for centuries. She didn’t know whether her soothsaying powers influenced her life span. “How old are you, anyway?”

He interlaced his fingers with hers and tugged. She fell against his chest. Pulling a blanket over them both, he said, “It’s not polite to ask a wolf his age, but for your information, I became a wolf in the early 1980s, when I was in my twenties.”

Dang. She’d just had sex with grandpa wolf. Not that she minded. He’d obviously picked up a trick or two to use in bed over the decades. She smiled against his skin.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said. “Just thinking about our age difference.” She raised her chin so she could see his face. “I’m twenty-eight. You’re robbing the cradle.”

He smiled down at her. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” She traced her finger around his nipple and watched it pucker. “Karim may have some questions for you, though, for his history papers.”

He captured her hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s not nice to heckle the elderly.” He kissed her fingers one by one and then sucked her thumb into his mouth.

Her core clenched, and her nipples tingled. “Round three?” she said half-jokingly.

He released her thumb, a wicked grin stretching his lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Her husband might be much older than her, but there was nothing wrong with his stamina.

She was a very fortunate woman.