A Mutt in Disguise (6 page)

With a growl loud
enough to shake the room, he flipped her over. She landed
facedown
on her duvet and the bed dipped as he jumped off it. Before she could even
blink, he returned, his warm naked back molding itself against hers and with
another audible rip her jeans ended up in a heap on the floor, too.

He nipped her
shoulder, and she held her breath as he traced his hands slowly down her back,
lifting her onto her knees at the same time. His hot breath trailed down her
spine, and he pushed her thong out of the way. Her knees buckled when he traced
his tongue in between her ass cheeks and circled her anus.
She pushed against him and he chuckled,
his hot breath against her swollen folds pitching her need for him higher
still.

"Ethan,
please."

He twisted the
fabric of her thong in answer to her plea. It pinched her clit and she squirmed
and panted until that item of her clothing
ripped
and
fell to the floor. His thumb circled her clit, and his tongue delved inside her
aching channel as he
lapped
her juices up with
appreciative growls. She pushed her cunt into his face, desperate for the
release she needed. When he curled two fingers up inside of her, her body
splintered, and she clamped around those questing digits, dimly aware of his
growled curse.

"Fuck, you’re
so hot. Condoms? Please tell me you have some, baby?"

Spent and still
shuddering in aftershocks she could only gesture in the general direction of
her nightstand.
 
She had to smile at the
speed and force with which he wrenched the drawer open. He paused briefly to
stare at her pink rabbit-shaped vibrator before he grinned and threw it over
his shoulder. The pack of condoms followed, and
Anja
couldn't take her gaze away from the sight of him rolling the latex on his
cock. Thick and proud, it stood to attention and jutted up to his navel. A
flicker of unease rolled through her at the size of him, but then he kissed her
and all thoughts fled. One strong arm around her waist, he lifted her back up
on her knees and positioned himself behind her. The tip of his erection teased
her entrance. She tensed, but she was so wet that he slid inside her with a
smooth stroke.

Anja
moaned long and
hard, and Ethan pulled out slightly. He thrust again, lodging himself deeper.

"Fuck, you're
so tight and hot,
Anja
, so good. So fucking
good
."

Every stroke sent
her body clamoring again, and she locked her arms and pushed against him as he
thrust. Faster, harder, until he tensed, thrust deep, and froze. His body shook
with his release, and he seemed to grow bigger inside her still, until he
filled her so completely she couldn't move, couldn't breathe.
 
He licked her neck and growled his release
into her shoulder. The vibrations traveled across her skin, and when he flicked
her clit once, twice, she, too, flew into her own nirvana as he started
thrusting again.

They collapsed on
the bed with him still deeply seated inside her body, his pulsing shaft sending
darts of pleasure through her system. She couldn't help but wriggle against
him, and she smiled at his chuckle into her neck.

"Hold still,
minx, or we'll start this all over again."

"Well, that's
the least you could do, considering you ruined my entire outfit." She
tried to inject some authority into her voice, but failed miserably, as he
chose that moment to slide out of her. She clenched around him, her vagina
feeling curiously empty without his thick shaft stretching her, and she gasped
at the sensation when he pulled his thickened head out completely.

He disposed of the
condom and joined her back on the bed, but instead of going to sleep as Declan
would have done, he tucked her in the crook of his arm, and kissed her.

"Sorry about
the clothes. I'll buy you new ones."

Anja
giggled and
indulged herself by tracing the contours of his abs with her fingers.

"Really? And
how are you going to do that? Rob a bank?" He tensed underneath her, and
she regretted her words immediately. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. You
know I don't care about money, right?"

She lifted herself
up onto her elbows to see his face, and was relieved to see him smile.

"About that,
there is something I have to tell you."

Chapter Six

"Yes, well,
maybe I don't want to hear it. Unless you're going to tell me that you're
married or something, in which case, watch out. You're in a vulnerable position
here, mister."

Anja
kissed her way
down his body, and his cock responded with predictable speed as she wrapped her
hand around his shaft. His hips lifted when she smiled at him and trailed her
fingernails up and down his hardening length, then cupped his balls.

He pushed himself
up onto his elbows just in time to see her lips wrap around his cock.
"Jesus,
Anja
, you don't have to do that."

He fisted his
hands into the bed covers to stop himself from burying them in her hair and
keeping her right where she was. She chuckled around his dick, and the
vibrations made him groan as he grew harder still. She murmured her approval at
the drop of pre-cum he couldn't help but release, and he swore again when he
saw her swallow his seed. She swirled her tongue around his head, pressed it
underneath, and sucked hard. Her fingers massaged his balls, and she grazed her
teeth along his cock before she released it with an audible pop. The grin on
her face was pure devilment itself, and his wolf growled in answer.

"I know I
don't have to, but I want you, and besides," she leaned down and licked
his dick as though it were an ice cream, "I quite like having you at my
mercy. And I've been meaning to do that since I saw you in the shower."

She took him deep
again, and he closed his eyes against the sensation of her hot, moist mouth and
tongue working their instant magic on his cock.
Fuck, she is good at this.
His balls grew tight, and sweat broke
out on his brow in his effort to not thrust and overwhelm her. He was big, she
would choke, and she clearly enjoyed her moment of being on top, so to speak.
He jumped when she bit down slightly and once again released her hold on him.
She blew on his sensitive tip and grinned up at him.

"Of course I
can stop if you really want to talk." She raked her nail across his
weeping slit, and he grit his teeth together to stop himself from grabbing her,
flipping her over and burying himself balls deep back inside her tight, juicy
cunt. But he couldn't do that again without telling her who he really was. His
conscience wouldn’t let him.

Something of his
thought processes must have shown on his face, because she looked uncertain all
of a sudden and scrambled off the bed before he could stop her. She yanked her
bathrobe off the chair, tied it up and stood at the window. Snow had started to
fall, and she looked through the pane of glass and traced the snowflakes.

"
Anja
, let me explain."

She jumped at the
sound of his voice and shook her head. "It’s snowing, look. The kids in my
class will be so happy, you know. They haven't forecast any snow and—"

"
Anja
, turn around and look at me!"

She flinched at
the stern words, but she kept on staring right out of the window. He sighed,
got off the bed, and approached her. She shook his hand off her shoulder, so he
placed it over hers against the window pane instead.

"Snow, huh?
Maybe the gods are trying to tell us something."

They stood
watching the snow fall for a while, and he breathed in her scent. When the snow
fizzled out as suddenly as it had started, she stiffened in his arms and he let
her go. She sat back on the bed and watched him warily.

"Why do I get
the feeling I'm not going to like what you have to say?"

****

God,
why did she
always have to pick the worthless ones? Not that he looked anything but
extremely buff leaning against the wall, naked as the day as he was born. An
ice cold fist squeezed her heart, and she had trouble drawing air into her
lungs. When had he become so important to her that the thought of losing him
hurt so much? And he looked far too serious for whatever he had to tell her to
be anything but bad news.

"I'm sorry,
Anja
. I haven't exactly been truthful."

She bit her lip
and screwed her eyes shut. Here it came. He was married. He had to be. Either
that or an ax murderer.

"To you or
Mary for matter."

That brought her
head up, and he smiled at her.

"What has
Mary got to do with any of this?"

"Everything
and nothing, really." He took a step toward her and flinched when she put
her hand up to stop him.

"Don't you
dare touch me
now.
What have you done to Mary? Explain
yourself now, damn you. You know how important that shelter is to her. If
you've done something to jeopardize this, then—"

 
"
Anja
, I'm Montagu Enterprises," he interrupted her.

"What?"
She couldn’t have heard him right, but he simply stood there and nodded at her.
"You can't be. That firm is run by ... by ... shit."

He laughed, and
this time when he approached she didn't stop him. He took her hand in his and
squeezed. "Ethan Montagu, that's me."

"But, why? I
don't understand why you would pretend to be a homeless person."

He sighed and
shrugged his impressive shoulders. "Remember what I said about Mutt?"
His gaze searched her face, and she nodded.

"Yes, I do.
You said people would tell him things that they wouldn't tell you, and you used
him to find the
most needy
people and bring them to
the shelter."

"That's
right, baby. I was looking for a worthy cause. I do this every Christmas."
He smiled and enveloped her hand with both of his when she gripped him tighter.
"This year I chose the homeless. But I had to go undercover. Ethan
Montagu—
that
guy—everyone will open doors for. Money talks, and people
only show their best sides. Everyone wants to be friends with
that
Ethan, and for my charity projects I need to get to know the real people, not
the masks they put up. I knew Mary was a good guy, but I take on the whole
project. Everyone who's involved."

He smiled at her
and cupped her face. Her heart beat a bit faster at what she saw in his eyes.

"The plan was
to find the most worthy shelters and to link them together, put in a huge
influx of cash, employ some of the trustworthy volunteers I encountered, and
make a difference. It's Christmas, season of goodwill and all that."

Anja
had to smile at
having her own thoughts on the season quoted back at her. He rubbed a thumb
across her lips, leaned in, and inhaled. As per usual her body reacted to his
nearness with embarrassing predictability. Her nipples chafed against the
flannel of her bathrobe, her heartbeat accelerated, and her pussy flooded with
her juices. Her face heated, and he dropped a kiss on her nose.

"I didn't
count on getting injured and being picked up by that sassy blonde I know."

He picked up a
strand of her hair and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger and
Anja's
heart constricted at the emotion in his eyes.

"I couldn't
just leave you there. You were hurt, and besides you had the cutest eyes for a
mutt
."

He snorted his
amusement, and the twinkle in his eyes made her giggle.

"So, you
think I have cute eyes? I can work with that."

"You have a
cute ass, too." She trailed her hand down his abs and smiled at his sharp
intake of breath. He grabbed her fingers and halted their downward progress.

"So, have you,
baby, but let me explain this." He trailed one finger along her jaw, and
she leaned into his embrace. He smiled and pulled her back against his chest
until she sat cradled in his arms. "You asked me earlier why I smelled so
good, and whether that was a shifter thing. Well, you were partially right. It
doesn't usually happen to humans, but I knew there was something different
about you. From the minute my wolf scented you, I had a hard time keeping away
from you. When you broke up with that sleazebag, I wasn't going to let you get
away again."

His arms tightened
around her, and she snuggled into his neck. He really did smell irresistible.

"I never
believed in the mating bond. I left my pack the minute I could, determined to
make my own way in the world. As it happens I did rather well for myself, but
with that came a price. I became even more cynical about women in general.” He
paused when she frowned at him.

“
Why?”
she asked, and he smiled grimly.

“
Let’s
just say I’ve met my fair share of money grabbing females. The last one almost
had me fooled into believing she was carrying my baby.” He nodded at her sharp
intake of breath. “She wasn’t, but like I said it made me lose trust in women
even more and that blasted bond in particular—until you, that is."

"Me?"
She twisted around to look at him and lost herself in the deep pool of his
now-glowing eyes. "You want to mate with me. How, I mean, really me?"

Her heart skipped
a beat, and a curious warmth spread through her as he continued to silently
study her.

"The how
isn't really important right now. I wouldn't expect you to agree to it. Like you
said, we hardly know each other, but in time, yes. I love you,
Anja
, and believe me I have never said that to
anyone."

"You
do?" She knew she sounded like a parrot, repeating everything he said, but
she could hardly believe her luck.

"Yes, baby, I
do, if you'll have me."

If she'd have him?
Was the man mad?

"Oh, I'll
have you all right, but I need to warn you. I'm playing for keeps, and once my
parents see you, there will be no getting rid of me, you know."

She smiled at his
wolf's possessive growl and shrieked when he lifted her and flipped her on the
bed.

"Sounds like
all my Christmases have come at once."

The End

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