Enforcer (Cascadia Wolves) (8 page)

“You’re
always
a wolf, Lex. What’s more, you’re an alpha wolf, a warrior,” Cade said quietly and went back to working on the meat, effectively dismissing him.

Lex paced around his room for half an hour. He wanted to let Nina sleep. She was tired and upset over Gabriel’s death. At the same time, he wanted her more than he could wrap his head around. Cade was right, he could feel the wolf just beneath the surface, pushing him to mark her, to claim her as his woman. Once he came inside of her she’d be marked as his. His biological stamp would be on her and a bond would be forged. She wouldn’t be happy with anyone else and neither would he. They’d become integral to each other.

Making his mind up, he left his room and walked down the hallway. He stood at the head of the stairs and looked down, seeing Cade in the kitchen whistling and cutting up vegetables, the tray of uncooked meat marinating on the counter.

He went to the door to the guestroom and tapped quietly. If she were sleeping she wouldn’t hear him anyway.

She opened the door and they stood, silently staring at each other for a few moments.

“Nina…”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the room, shutting and locking the door behind herself, leaning on it for strength as she took him in.

He pulled off his shirt and she greedily drank in the details of his upper body. Strong, thickly muscled, not an ounce wasted. Not too much muscle—what was there wasn’t for show. It was the body of a man who worked out. Not just a body but a tool. Danger poured off him in waves—he was a big, bad man and she wanted an extra helping of it. She wanted to eat him up in great gobbling bites until she was positively stuffed with him. Oh he made her weak in the knees!

She took one step, then another until she was standing very close, then reached out a hand to stroke over his chest. She leaned in and closed her eyes as she took a deep breath and had to reach out to hold on as she nearly fell over with the intensity of her reaction.

Her body tightened up, nipples stabbing the front of her shirt, skin flushed and heated. Her pussy bloomed with desire, her honey making her slick. The world became a pinpoint of focus. Suddenly it was just the two of them, nothing else existed that mattered but having him inside of her body.

Lex gripped her forearm to keep her standing. “I know. It’ll pass in a moment.”

She looked up at him with widened eyes. “You know? What do you mean, you know?”

“I feel it too. The first time is the hardest, but each time I get a deep whiff of you, it nearly knocks me to the ground. I get so frenzied with lust that I have to grind my teeth to not drag you to the nearest horizontal surface and plunge inside of you.”

“What is it?”

He pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra and they both hissed out when bare skin met bare skin. The feel of those diamond hard nipples—so pretty and delicious—pressing into his body made him delirious with want.

“Pheromones.”

“What?” This was slurred as she became drunk with him. Her eyes slowly slid closed as his hands moved up to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples between clever fingers.

“Chemicals, personal chemicals. Yours call to me, mine call to you.” He leaned down and kissed the spot just below her ear and she moaned.

“I know what pheromones are! But that’s mumbo jumbo. You’re just horny, I’m just horny. It’s not science.” Even as she said it she didn’t believe it. The totality of what she felt for him—the way her body responded when he touched her—it was more than mere horniness.

He made a
tsk
sound with his lips against her skin. “Liar. You know what I’m talking about and you know it’s the truth.”

“So if we fuck this…intensity will lessen?” She was breathless as she asked.

“It will always be intense, Nina. You’re my woman. Once we’re bound the intensity of our connection will deepen.” He said this in between pressing kisses down the long line of her neck.

She ignored that and arched into the questing hand that reached into her panties. She turned off her brain and just felt. Opened herself up to sensation. It was time that rational, by-the-book Nina went away for a while so Nina who hadn’t been fucked in years could get some.

Her hands slid down his chest and found the waist of his jeans and she yanked them open, satisfied as she heard each pop of the long row of buttons releasing. Suddenly he was there in her hands. Hard, velvety smooth and so hot. She encircled him with her fingers and looked down, smoothing a thumb over the head where a bead of semen pearled. He moaned and watched as she brought her thumb to her mouth.

He was salty, musky, masculine.

She squeaked in surprise as he picked her up and stalked to the bed, tossing her onto the mattress as he shucked his jeans and climbed up, halting on all fours above her, looking down into her face.

“Do you give yourself willingly to me?” he said, his voice low and laced with desire.

She writhed beneath him. The heat from his body blanketed her. She could smell him, the clean salt of his skin, the woodsy scent of his cologne, beneath it, the elemental Lex that she’d come to…oh god. She shoved that thought away quickly with rational Nina.

She nodded. “Yes. Oh god, Lex, please. I need you inside of me right now.” She didn’t even recognize her own voice, it was sultry, smoky.

“All in due time. I need to taste you. All of you.” He started by taking her lips again in a kiss that was designed to melt her, to make her bones jelly, and it was a good thing she was lying down because she didn’t think her legs would have supported her—he was quite successful.

He kissed down the line of her neck and she ran her fingers though his hair like she’d wanted to since she saw him that first night. It was so soft and she could smell his shampoo.

He stopped at her breasts, rolling his eyes up at her and she watched, entranced, as his teeth scraped over her nipple and his tongue swirled around. Over and over until she was nearly panting. Each draw of his mouth shot straight to her clit until her pussy was clenching and unclenching in time with his mouth on her nipple. Oh how she wanted him inside of her!

Stopping and pulling his mouth back, he gave her a grin so sexy and devastatingly naughty that she gasped. She watched down the line of her body as he kissed over her stomach and breathed hotly against her neatly trimmed mound. His big hands slid up from her calves to her inner thighs. His broad shoulders held her thighs apart. With another one of those grins, he moved down a bit and settled between them.

It had been so very long for her. Four years since her last date and five since she’d had sex. And even then it was a brief affair—he had been horrible in bed. She began to feel self-conscious. She knew for sure that the man between her thighs was experienced in bed. She had only slept with three men in her life and none of them provided her with any noteworthy moments. She was extremely limited in her sexual experience.

Embarrassed, she tried to close her legs against him, but he pressed his palms against her inner thighs and pushed, holding her open fully to his gaze. “No, beautiful. I want to see you. All of you.”

“I, uh, well, ohmigod…” She broke off incoherently as he put his mouth against her pussy, taking a long lick from anus to clit.

“You taste so good, Nina. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to get enough,” he murmured, looking up at her with those deep green eyes.

“Uh,” she managed. Her head fell back against the bed and he chuckled and went back to work.

He lapped at her with long, slick strokes of his tongue, tasting the landscape of her pussy, learning her body as she herself learned. Not that she’d ever admit it to him but she’d never been given oral sex before and man oh man had she been missing out!

Over and over he licked. He nibbled and laved and lapped at her. While his fingers slowly pressed into her pussy, he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. He ate at her like she was the best thing he’d ever tasted and it made her feel like a goddess. She’d never felt anything quite so intense in her whole life.

It was so incredibly intimate, his mouth there on her. The way he was so big and feral and yet utterly gentle with her moved her deeply, despite the fact that she did not want to be moved.

She focused instead on the sensation of his mouth—his tongue, wet and soft as it stroked over her, his lips moving against her labia, over the hood of her clit—it made her delirious with pleasure. Her orgasm began to settle into her body. She could taste the metallic presence of it on the back of her tongue. She could feel it filling the empty spaces in her body, expanding, building until it burst over her in what felt like a shower of sparks. Back arched, hands fisted in the sheets, his name burst from her lips as she exploded into a climax so powerful it felt like it was filling up and then wringing out each and every cell in her body.

Before she could drag her eyes open she felt him move up her body and begin to press his cock into her still spasming pussy.

Lex was drunk with the taste of her body. With the way she responded to him. She was so wet and she tasted like something he’d never even imagined. So good and so right that he couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. Each moan and gasp and sigh she gave him shot straight from his cock to his heart. Her desire for him was a powerful thing, it wove a spell over Lex and he felt bound to her already.

He moved up and positioned the head of his cock at her gate. Her eyes slowly came open and she smiled up into his face. It was an utterly unguarded moment and he had the feeling that was a rare thing with her.

“Hi. Don’t you need a condom before you do that?” She said in a purr as an elegant brow slid up.

Oh hell no! In the first place, werewolves didn’t carry human STDs. In the second place, he could scent that she wasn’t in the fertile part of her cycle. But lastly and most importantly, he needed to come inside of her to mark her, to claim her. He wanted that, no, he
needed
that.

“We don’t carry STDs and you aren’t at your proper time for pregnancy,” he said as he began to push deeper. She was creamy and soft and swollen but really, really tight.

“Ah,” she said with a wince. He was pretty impressive size-wise and it had been a very long time since that territory had seen a penis.

“Damn it, Nina,” he said through clenched teeth, “you’re so tight. It’s so good I might come before I get halfway inside.” A horrified look broke over his face. “You aren’t a virgin are you?”

She laughed. “No. But it’s been a while. Why, you have a policy against virgins?” And she broke into a moan of pleasure as he began to stretch her more fully.

“No. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll let you know if that gets to be a problem. Now shut up and fuck me.”

He looked down into her face with surprise and then threw back his head and laughed. This woman was pretty damned amazing.

Inexorably, he pushed into her, the superheated, tight walls of her pussy clutching at him, parting for him like a molten curtain of flesh. His teeth were clenched as he concentrated on keeping it slow. He wanted to slam into her to his balls, wanted to feel her embrace fully and right then, but he could feel the truth of her statement that it had been a while. He’d never been with a woman so tight before and he was afraid he would hurt her.

Pulling her legs up high, she brought them under his arms, opening herself to him more fully. Rolling her hips, she pulled him in further. “More. I’m going to die if you don’t get deeper.”

He watched as a bead of sweat from his neck fell onto her chest, and that suspended moment burned itself into his memory. He locked eyes with her and slid completely in to the root, gently bumping her cervix, and they both responded with a sigh of pleasure.

“God, you feel so good, Nina. Your body was made for me,” he whispered in her ear.

She laughed and realized that she hadn’t felt this good, this relaxed, in a very, very long time. Safe. “It certainly feels that way, doesn’t it?”

“I think we need more testing,” he growled and began to drag himself out of her and thrust deeply again. Over and over, her body received his. Her hands were at his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles there. He could feel the blunt edge of her neatly trimmed nails against his flesh. He could smell the lilac of her soap and shampoo, the clean scent of her sweat, the tang of her sex.

Her body was made for his. Cunt to cock, they were something more than two people and something less. They were, for want of a fancy phrase, one and more than the sum of their parts. The silken walls of her pussy gripped him, embraced him, the soft skin of her inner thighs slid against his ribs as the sweat of their endeavor slicked the way. Her hair was spread about her face and head on the pillow and he noticed the flecks of amber in her eyes.