Already Freakn' Mated (18 page)

*

Need burned deep inside Chris. If he didn’t sink into his woman and mark her soon, he’d probably go insane – or burst. Or both. He’d thought himself blue balled after making her come on his tongue. Yeah, then she partially fulfilled one of his fantasies, shifting into a beautiful, sleek spotted cat, similar to a leopard, but like none he’d ever seen. Best part? She wanted him to catch her.

He chased her. Oh the fun he had, trailing her through the woods. He would have enjoyed making love to her by the water, but he could see her trembling from the chill air. A protective need consumed him. If she required warmth, he’d give it to her because he definitely had heat to spare. His body fairly burned, but even ensconced in his arms, she shivered, although he would almost wager some of that had to do with desire, not just the cold. Not conceit, just plain fact.

It didn’t take them long to return to the house, their wild dash through the forest close to a full circuit. Not being a complete idiot – even if his brain probably didn’t have much blood left – he didn’t just dash into the house, he stopped and despite the travesty of covering her body, he still made her dress, following suite which was rendered difficult by the erection straining to remain free.

That of course made her giggle again, a sound so addictive, he gladly suffered the indignity. At the edge of the woods, Chris hesitated. Despite his need, did he dare go back to her house and make love to her? He’d hate to end up a blurb on the morning news.

Christopher and Jill were found shot dead late last night when her husband Jack came home to find them making love and snapped.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, stopping a few feet into the yard when she realized he didn’t follow.

“If I go inside, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from claiming you.” Left unsaid, was the fact he left the choice up to her. He couldn’t claim her without her consent. No matter how much he needed her, loved her, he wanted her to make the choice.
To choose me.

“I know.” She said it softly, her serious tone at odds with her recent laughter.

“So I guess I should go?”

“No. Stay. I can’t watch you leave again.”

The admittance of her need for him, the same agony he felt when he left her every day, shone clear on her face. It seemed fate was done waiting. They needed to be with each other. Now. Tonight.

Then, they would deal with the repercussions of their need, together.

But first, he would make love to a certain temptress.

Sweeping her into his arms, he crushed his mouth to hers, only belatedly calling himself a fool as he entered the kitchen before checking to see if Jack had come home earlier than expected. Lucky him, they had the house to themselves.

“Where to, baby?” he asked breaking off the kiss so he could locate a bedroom.

“Last room down the hall.”

“Guest room I hope?”

“My room. Jack sleeps in the room by the kitchen.”

Once again, she’d managed to surprise him, and then again, not. It seemed she didn’t lie when she called her marriage unconventional. Entering her bedroom, one quick sniff told him that she was the one to use this room. Alone.

Good because he didn’t think he could handle making love to her on the bed she shared with her husband. He did have some scruples left.

Tossing her onto the cover, he turned back around, shut and then latched the door. Before turning back to face her, he stripped. He heard her gasps. Smelt her desire. Staggered under the weight of his need.

Slowly, he pivoted to face her. She lay sprawled on her bed, watching him. Her eyes wide open, her cheeks flushed, and her need so thick it formed an almost tangible cord that flowed from her to him.

With measured steps, he approached her. “Get undressed. Show me your perfect body.”

Give him a moment of admiration before he fell on her like a ravening, rutting animal. He’d flirted with temptation one too many times. He feared once he touched her this time, he would lose his mind. Lose his control. He wanted to make sure she was good and ready before that happened. And somehow without touching her.

Naked, she lay before him, her teeth tugging at her lower lip, her arms crossed over her breasts.

“Move your hands.”

She obeyed instantly. Beautiful pert breasts appeared with puckered buds. His cock twitched.

“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you like this?” he said after he swallowed hard. “How many nights I ached to be with you?”

“I know how many nights because I felt it too.” A wry smile twisted her lips. “I thought I would go crazy washing my darned sheets.”

“You too?” The admission made him laugh and drew the level of intensity down a notch. Not far though.

She nodded.

“You are so cute and perfect,” he announced, before kneeling on the bed. He grabbed her leg and pulled, scooting her down a little, before leaning over and bracing himself on his forearms over her. “But you do need one more thing.”

“And what would that be?”

“Me, as your mate.” He lowered his mouth to hers, keeping his body aloft still. It didn’t help much. He remained all too aware of the fact she lay naked beneath him. Naked and horny.

The kiss went on and on as he sought to recapture her breathless passion. When her breath came in pants, he knelt on the bed and allowed himself to explore; her taut buds, her slight indent at the waist, the lean curve of her hip, the thick curls. She writhed under his touch, squirmed and cried out.

He covered her mouth with his. “Shhh. Just in case.” Risky reminding her of a possible interruption by her ball and chain, but it seemed the thought of discovery didn’t frighten her. Or at least not as much as it excited her.

She wrapped her hands around his head and mashed his mouth to hers, using him to silence her cries as his hands continued to stroke her, arouse her.

The temptation of her smooth skin won and he plastered himself over her, pinning his cock between her spread thighs and butting it against her wet sex.

She squeaked, as if surprised, and he reared back.

“Is everything alright?”

“Um,” she appeared worried. “It’s been a while. Could you be – Um, that is…” She trailed off and bit her lip.

“I’ll go slow, baby. Trust me.”

Holding her gaze, he shifted himself between her legs. She trembled. He positioned himself, rubbing his engorged head against her damp sex and then rubbing it against her nub. She arched for him, and wiggled. But he played a while longer, dipping and rubbing until she veritably thrashed.

Then he covered her again and shifted the head of him inside the opening of her sex. She stiffened and he held in a groan at the tight feel of her. He pushed a little more forward and stopped as something impeded his path.

No. It couldn’t be. He pressed a little forward, and she went rigid. A virgin? Jill was a freakn’ virgin? How the hell did that happen? She was bloody married.

But then it penetrated.
She’s untouched. Mine, and only mine.

With a quick thrust, he broke the barrier, swallowing her small cry of pain. He held himself still inside her, letting her channel adjust to his girth, basking in the knowledge of the surprise gift she’d given him.

Staying still though, especially when encased in such a tight heaven, wasn’t something he could do for long. Lips fervently stroking hers, he gyrated his hips, grinding himself against her until the tautness in her frame eased. Soon, her hips wiggled under him, a silent plea for more. Conscious of her tender state, he withdrew, then eased back in.

Holy freakn’ hell. She fit him so perfectly. Welcomed him so eagerly. He caught her mounting cries with his mouth as he took them both to the edge. When she crested, her flesh convulsing around his length, her nails raking his back, he let himself go. Poured himself inside her, seed, heart and soul.

Ours. All ours.
His wolf surged to the front while he basked in the post coital bliss. Canines descended and he ducked his head into the hollow by her throat, and marked her.

Teeth sunk into her flesh, her coppery blood on his tongue, she became his mate. And a moment later, once she’d eagerly taken her own bite, he became hers. Two beings, two hearts, in love and forever entwined.

Figured a phone call would interrupt the most important moment of his life. But then again, watching Jill jump out of bed naked, her skin flushed rosy, her hair a tangled mess down her back and her heart shaped cheeks peeking, when she grabbed the phone tempered his mood somewhat.

While she engaged in a rapid fire conversation with her husband – who was never her lover – Chris pondered the startling fact of his mate’s virginity. Unexpected. Super surprising. More mysterious than ever.

He meant to ask her what it meant. Truly he did. But when she turned to him with a smile made to destroy his control – but arouse his lust – and his tongue got stuck. He might have recovered had his brain not left the room when she said, “We have at least an hour or more and my shower is big enough for two.”

He’d question her later. Much later when the blood returned to his head. The one on top that was. Right now, his mate wanted his touch, and it would take a stronger wolf than he to say no.

Dinner and social catching up done, Sheng left Patricia and exited the diner. It was then he finally allowed himself to dwell on Patricia’s news that Gina pried into his private affairs. And he got angry.

How dare the she-wolf threaten his existence? It was one thing to taunt him with her body and for her to steal a kiss. But Gina went too far when she began digging in to his and Jill’s life. What if she’d accidentally notified Kaleb? She could have brought their tenuous existence down with just one misplaced phone call.

Luckily, Patricia noticed the searches and now, Sheng would deal with it.
I’ll teach her to put her canine nose in other people’s business.
What better time to confront her than now? He had access to her home address because of her recent car purchase. He swung by the car dealership under the guise of checking his schedule, but in reality, he scribbled her location down.

On his way over, it occurred to him to call his sister and let her know he’d arrive later than expected.

She answered after several rings out of breath. “Hello.”

“Is everything alright?” he asked, slipping into their birth language. He drove onto the highway.

“Fine. Just fine. I was just downstairs checking on the gym and had to run to grab the phone. Are you on your way home?”

“No. That’s why I’m calling. I have to make a stop and will probably be gone for at least another hour, or more.” What he intended to do, he wouldn’t admit to himself, but the bulge at his groin had a hard idea.

“I won’t wait up for you then, if you don’t mind. I’m kind of tired.”

“I’ll see you in the morning. Lock the doors.”

“I will. Bye.”

They hung up and Sheng frowned. His sister sounded happy at his delay, which made no sense, unless she planned something he wouldn’t like. But then again, he couldn’t really talk since he planned to do something about his own wolf problem.
Something involving handcuffs, no clothes, my tongue, and hours of erotic torture until
Gina
agrees to behave.
God, the fantasies she inspired. A part of him understood he wasn’t in complete control at the moment. A part of him, a big part, honestly didn’t care.

The she-wolf drew him. Taunted him. And he was tired of it. It ended tonight, even if he had to bury his cock in her a dozen times to sate his lust, one way or another, he wasn’t leaving her apartment until he got the madness under control.

Arriving at Gina’s place, a condo building in the east end of Ottawa, he regarded the locked front door with a frown. He didn’t want to announce his presence, however, someone needed to buzz the portal to let him in. He tossed some change into the parking meter before strolling across the street, timing his arrival to that of a couple slowing in front. The older gent gave him a hard look when Sheng caught the door and held it open.

“I’m just visiting my girlfriend, Gina, on the fifth floor,” he said, adopting his most benign expression.

“Gina, the cop, Gina?” the woman asked.

“That’s my girl,” he said with a wide smile. “You know her?”

“Who doesn’t? She made sure the druggies in the park found another spot. It’s so nice to go for walks now and not worry about the needles and other junk.”

“Sounds like my Gina.” Grin still plastered to his face, Sheng wondered if he looked as crazy as he felt. Apparently not, because the couple let him follow them in and got on the elevator with him. When he got off at the fifth floor, they even wished him a good evening.

Oh, I’
m planning on a good night
, so don’t mind the screams and thumps
.

Arriving in front of her door, he didn’t hesitate or try to talk himself out the confrontation. He wasn’t about to let one nosy wolf chase him out of town. Or keep him up any longer. He raised his fist and knocked.

*

In the midst of doing some yoga, Gina, currently bent over with her arms extended, frowned. Who the heck knocked? She rarely got visitors, and forget surprise ones. To access the building a person needed a key or have someone buzz them in. The impatient rap came again.

Curious, she unwound her body and padded over to the front door. Before opening it, she grabbed her gun off the sideboard and held it behind her before swinging open the portal. A cute, yet pissed off, Asian man pushed his way in past her.

“Won’t you come in?” she said, with all the sarcasm possible.

“We need to talk,” Jack growled.

“Fine, but do you mine taking off your shoes first. I just vacuumed.”

Brows knitting together to form one annoyed slash, and lips tight, despite his annoyance, Jack bent over and removed his shoes. Grinning, she admired his ass as she slid her gun back into her junk basket.

“Good pussycat. I don’t suppose you’d let the pants follow?” Darn but she’d never known a man to blush like this one did.

“I am not here for sex.”

Odd, her cop radar said he lied. Awesome. “Plans change. People get naked. Sometimes sex happens. Or at least some hot and heavy oral.” Gina tried not to laugh as he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Yeah, she freely admitted to getting a perverse pleasure out of shocking him.

“You are the most uncouth creature,” he finally managed to choke.

“And you are the most repressed. Holy smokes, pussycat. Relax a little. Can’t a girl toss around a few dirty jokes? Maybe hope for a little no strings, sweaty action? Maybe a boob job?” She pushed her breasts together to further emphasize her words and wet her panties when he almost went cross eyed. A girl did so enjoy knowing she turned a man on. And if she wasn’t mistaken, her pussycat had reached the point of no return.

Unfortunately, he didn’t ravish her, despite his obvious erection. “I can’t relax,” he snapped.

“Why not? Tough day at work?”

“It was my day off.”

“Undershorts too tight?” she asked.

“I don’t wear any.”

Oh, no. He did not say that with a smirk. Her eyes shot to his groin, trying to x-ray the fabric and see if he told the truth. “Really? I don’t believe you. Prove it.”

He recoiled. “I will not prove it. Why would I lie?”

She shrugged and stepped past him into her living room, a chaotic space filled with a pair of overstuffed, brushed suede love seats covered in multi colored cushions rivaling the hues of a rainbow. Her Wii game system was paused as it waited for her to resume her yoga session. Grabbing up a remote, and ignoring her visitor, she selected the next pose and got in position.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, since someone won’t show me his commando state, nor tell me why he’s here, I’m going back to my yoga. Feel free to join me.”

“We need to talk about what you did.” He moved until he stood in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest.

Hands touching her toes, she peeked up at him. “Talk about what? The kiss? Don’t be so anal. We shared one little smooch. Not a big deal. If you’re worried about your wife finding out, then don’t. I’m not the type to kiss and tell.”

“This has nothing to do with the kiss. I meant the other thing you did.”

Other? Seeing as how she’d not gotten drunk in the last few days and woken up in a strange bed with a fuzzy mouth and no recollection of events after a round of tequila shooters, she really had no clue what he meant. “You’ll have to be more specific, pussycat. Although, I’m pretty sure if we’d done something else, I would remember it, unless you really weren’t that memorable.”

Oh no, he looked pissed now. “For the last time, this isn’t about sex, but for the record, if I did do something to you, you’d remember it. Now stop playing stupid. I’m talking about your inquiries in to me and Jill.”

How
di
d he f
i
nd out about that?
Gina frowned and knew she should ask him, but dammit, he’d challenged her. And Gina Greco never turned down a challenge. “You think you’re that good in the sack? I dare you to prove it. Personally, I think you’re too repressed to be anything other than perfunctory, but I’m game to try.”

“Perfunctory? I’m an excellent lover. I take a lot of care with my partners to ensure they enjoy themselves.”

Gina buffed her nails on the edge of her shirt and pretended boredom. “Gee, I haven’t heard that one before. Hate to break it to you, pussycat, but most men don’t live up to their claims.”

“And you would know, wouldn’t you?” he spat bitterly.

Her brows arched. “If you’re calling me a slut, watch out, because while I’ll tolerate many names, that’s not one of them.”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

“I’m a cop. I know how to hurt you.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “You’re a girl. I’d like to see you try.”

“You did not just say that,” she sputtered at his chauvinistic remark.

“I did. It’s a known fact women just aren’t as physically capable as men. It’s why we have to take on the role of protector.”

“
Protecting
?” she asked framing the word in finger quotes. “That’s priceless. I can’t believe your wife lets you get away spouting bullshit like that.”

“My wife knows her place,” he pompously asserted.

“I’m not your wife.” And no, despite her wolf’s whining, she didn’t intend to apply for the position not even when Jill hooked up with Chris. The guy, while hot, was not her type at all. Cute yes. But also an obvious control freak. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re a jerk.” Not content to let words act as her only rebuttal, she also swept her leg at Jack’s ankle and dumped him on his ass. Or meant to. He somehow got his hands out and managed to spring away and land on his feet.

Cool. And hot because it showed her another layer to Mr. Prim-and-Proper. “Martial arts?”

“Among other things,” he replied.

Curious about the other things, she threw a pillow at him, and as he caught it, she dove at him. He caught her, twisted her so her back was to his chest while his arms pinned hers at her side. His breath fluttered against her ear lobe. “See. You can’t beat a man.”

“But I can hurt one,” she snarled, annoyed at how easily he handled her. Jamming her foot down, she stomped him, then rammed her elbow at the part of his body that supposedly went commando. His arms loosened as his breath whooshed out. She leapt free and turned to face him, blood pumping and strangely aroused by their wrestling match.

“That was a low blow,” he chided.

“Want me to kiss it better?”

His eyes flashed but not with annoyance. “I prefer my women more ladylike.”

“I prefer my men without a stick up their ass.”

“You are the most annoying she-wolf.”

“Ditto, Mr. Irritable cat.”

With each word, they took a step toward each other.

“Temptress.” He growled it like an insult. It still made her cleft flood with moisture.

“Stupid stud.” And with that, she kissed him.