Iron: Blue Collar Wolves #1 (Mating Season Collection) (8 page)

His breath was choppy as it hit her face, little gasps coming from his mouth, and on his face was war, the battle he’d been fighting his entire life playing out before her.

It was victory and surrender when he broke down, gathering her in his arms as his chest jerked and his breathing became choppy. He held her close, not allowing her to look at him. “I loved him.” The confession was torn from him in a voice that sounded as if it had gargled broken glass. “He was my dad. God forgive me, I loved him more than I loved my mom.”

Bella snuggled her cheek against his, ignoring the moisture that now coated her own. “Of course you did. No father could have cared for a son more than he cared for you, and your mom, well, no matter how you might understand, it doesn’t change the hurt that she wasn’t there for you.”

He nodded, burrowing deeper into her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her against him hard enough to leave indents where her buttons met his chest. He stood, rocking her, holding her, little puffs of breath, little sobs against her skin, and all the while she was so tight against him she doubted God above could make him let her go.

Time lost meaning as she stroked him, spoke small, loving words that were more for the sound of her voice than any information imparted. Time was useless, and he took all that he needed, staying in her arms until every last sigh was finished.

He pulled back. Gave a small laugh. Looked away, as if by doing that she wouldn’t notice the hand he ran over his face. “Interesting way to end the night, huh?” he asked in a voice not quite yet steady.

“I’ve never had better,” and he gave her a tender look, his eyes soft and grateful on hers.

He took a deep breath. Exhaled sharply. “What now?”

“Now? Now we decide.” She wrapped her arms around her waist, because even as gratitude filled her for Iron sharing with her, this next step was
it
. All in, and while part of her wanted to step away, to let tonight’s revelation convince her to give things more time, that couldn’t happen. It was true two days ago, and it was still true now. This was the intersection of their relationship, and a path needed to be taken. “I love you, and I always have. It hasn’t faded ever, and it’s not going to. I know exactly what it means to be the mate of a werewolf and to be a member of the pack – at least, as much as someone can know looking in from the outside – and I want that with you.”

Iron stuffed his hands into his pockets, and the play of emotions running across his face went too fast for her to get a grasp on what thoughts held the deepest part of his brain.

All in, right?
Yeah. All in. “But I’m not some damsel-in-distress waiting for her knight. What I want, I get. I wanted to be a doctor, so I’m a doctor. And with or without you, I’m going to be part of the pack. I’ve already discussed it with Dr. Stevens. When my residency is over, I’m taking over as pack doctor.”

Now Iron’s head moved so fast she half expected him to complain of whiplash. “How the hell did I never hear about this? I’m fucking beta of the pack.”

“Well, Steel doesn’t know and he’s alpha,” she responded, and this time the open-mouth fish look was more comical than anything, though she held it together to not laugh. Oh yes, Iron needed to discover she knew a hell of a lot about what he thought of as his little secret. “I told Stevens not to let anyone know because I didn’t want to hear any asinine reasons why it was a bad idea, and he agreed. He’s ready to retire, but he put it off because he knows I’m coming.”

Now Iron started pacing, muttering in male outrage, “I can’t believe this shit.”

“Believe it. This is how it’s going to be. I’m the pack doctor as soon as my residency is finished. If you pull your head out of your ass and mate me, awesome. If you don’t mate me this mating season, I’m done. I’ll always be your friend – there’s too much history between us for that ever to change – but I’m not pining away because I don’t have you. Trust me, as much as I like fucking, I’m going to find someone so good with his dick he has me howling like I’m a born wolf–”

In two quick strides Iron was pulling her to him, his lip curled up in a silent snarl. “Don’t talk about anyone else fucking you.”

“If you’re not going to do it, someone damn sure is. So what’s your decision?”

A cascade of emotions swept across his face, a too-quick succession that Bella couldn’t follow, but in the end determination hardened his features and a soul-deep desire fired up his eyes. He bent his head to her neck, inhaling deep and long. “Mine, Isabella. You are fucking mine, and no one gets to touch you again. You understand that? It’s me and me only, for the rest of your life.”

“Why should the rest of my life be any different from the first of it? Idiot. It’s always been you, and it’s your fault anyone else was beside me before now.”

“I’m an idiot.”

“Fuck right you are.”

“I’m not an idiot anymore.”

“Then mate me.” The low, breathy quality to her voice had an answering growl coming from the back of his throat.

Iron mouthed at her throat, his teeth making occasional appearances, as if now that he was permitted to mark her, he couldn’t keep them away from her skin. Bella sighed and tilted her head farther back to allow him as much access as possible.

His hands roamed down her front, cupping her breasts over the slinky blue material. “Why are you wearing so many clothes? New rule – no clothes in this house. You need to be naked.”

“That would make it really interesting if any pack decided to drop in unannounced.”

“You’re right. You need to shoot them before they see you.”

Bella laughed, a lightness coursing through her because this was real. She was getting everything she wanted – a life with this stubborn wolf. There was going to be so much of this in her future, and she couldn’t wait.

“Why don’t we agree you can strip me anytime you want.”

“Anytime?”

“In the house.”

Iron
hmm’d.
“The bar is my second home.”

“Iron…”

“And I really love my car. It’s home away from home.”

“You know-”

“My favorite restaurant-”

Bella smacked him on the shoulder, the smooth muscle unyielding under the playful punch. “Get me naked now and bend me over something.”

“I know just the place.” Iron picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he walked her to the bedroom, nipping her throat as he maneuvered them through the hallways.

“Don’t you dare drop me!”

He dropped her on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and shucking his jeans. In moments he was bare before her, his cock already hard.

Who could turn down an invitation like that?

She repositioned herself, getting on hands and knees so her mouth was in front of that delectable cock. Her tongue flicked out – a quick tease, a drag against the musky, salty skin – before returning to her mouth. She did it once, twice, three times, before Iron groaned, thrusting his hips to follow. “Come on, baby. Been dreaming about that mouth.”

“Yeah?” Bella leaned in, closed her lips around him for a short two seconds before once again retreating. “You like my mouth?”

“Love it, especially when it’s around my dick.”

Bella lifted her eyes to his as she leaned forward yet again, mouth open, ready to surround the firm flesh of the head. His skin was warm, a slight salty tang racing across her tongue as her tongue glided over his leaking slit.

Iron threaded his fingers through her hair, curling around the strands and pulling on
this
side of too hard, directing her motions with easy strokes, bringing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat.

Not able to use her hands on him if she wanted to keep her balance, instead Bella used her tongue to full effect, pressing firm against the sensitive underside as Iron pushed in.

His breaths shortened. Low moans were almost constant now from him. Iron kept his gaze locked on her mouth, his pupils blown wide and his lips parted. “Damn baby, you are so pretty like this, with that mouth wrapped around my cock. One day soon, I’m going to hold you down and feed you my cock, and when I come I’m going to paint your face white.”

The image rang through Bella. She could almost feel it – the thick, sticky ropes of come falling across her cheeks and mouth as she opened her lips to accept any that fell gracelessly into her mouth. She moaned, sucking his cock harder as he kept up that even pace.

“Like that thought, don’t you? Course you do. My gorgeous, sexy fucking woman. And after I come over your face, I’m burying my cock back into your mouth and let you suck me back to hardness. You want that, baby? Want to be my cockwarmer? I’ll make it worth your while, because after I get hard again. I’m spending the rest of the night fucking you into the mattress.”

She whimpered as he pulled free of her mouth, her lips parted to try to bring him back in.

He shook his head. “Later, baby. I’ve got other things planned tonight. Tonight, I’m going to run my tongue over every curve of that gorgeous body and then I’m burying my cock so deep inside you you’re going to feel it in your throat. And when we’re about to come,” he pressed his thumb to the juncture of her neck, rubbing calloused fingers over the side of her throat, “I’m putting my mark right there. You’ll be mine. Always mine. Do you want that?”

“Yes.”

He smiled. “Then get naked.”

Bella pushed up, pulling her shirt from her body. In quick strokes, both shirt and bra were gone, and Iron’s mouth was on her tit before the fabric cleared her arm. “Hey! I thought I was supposed to be following a command.”

“Later. Need to suck,” he said, and it was amazing how he could speak with his mouth otherwise occupied with her chest. That was talent.

While his mouth worked, his hands were roaming over her stomach and sides. Every man in her bed had enjoyed her curves, but Iron took it a step further. He couldn’t keep his hands away from her skin. Not just the normal areas, though he enjoyed them as well – the sucking at her nipple proclaimed that. He was mesmerized by every inch of skin. He palmed her tummy, rubbing over the pooch before following to the generous curve of her hip, and all the while he rubbed that delicious cock over her leg, moving against her like he needed to be in her yesterday.

His mouth followed, and when he encountered her jeans he grabbed the front and ripped the denim fabric apart. Button and zipper flew apart, and she half-jackknifed up with the violence of the act. “What was that about?”

“In my way,” he said, and with the same efficient motion, he pulled the rest off her, the only hesitation when he was making sure it wouldn’t catch on her skin.

Back down he came, keeping his promise. Every inch of skin was covered by his mouth and teeth. He caressed every inch of her belly, growling in delight as he cupped the roundness in his hands. He bit into the sides of her hips and thighs, making her squirm and giggle, proclaiming, “If I get bruised, I’m beating you later.”

Iron laughed at that and paid her no mind, only continued his journey. He went over her pelvic bone but did not open her legs when he came to the junction. He continued down, marking now her thighs, grabbing them in his big hands and sinking his fingers into her soft flesh. “Mark every inch of you,” he muttered as he continued with single-minded intensity. “Every inch of skin. No one can ever doubt you’re mine.”

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B
ella lay before
him, a fucking feast in every way. Her breathing was heavy, moving those fantastic breasts in a hypnotic rhythm. Her skin was sweat-sheened and smelled so fucking good, the temptation pulled at him to start at the top and work over her skin again. Another day, he’d gorge himself as many times as he wanted.

Another day. Because now they had more days. They had the rest of their lives.

Damn straight.

Iron rose to cover her, face to face, using his arms to keep his body off her. Rubbing against that skin would ruin him and he’d never finish with his plan – probably come like puberty just started and he had his first wet dream. So instead of sinking down onto her, he held still above her.

The only part he lowered was his head. Only a little, only enough for their mouths to merge, tongues reaching out to wrap around each other. His heart fucking stuttered in his chest as her sighs reached his ears, the soft skin radiating heat beneath him.

Leaning up so now his weight was on his knees bracketing her thighs, he reached down and turned her over.

She giggled, swiping a hand back for an ineffectual smack. “Quit manhandling me.”

“Never.” If they lived to be a hundred, he was still going to be grabbing her and pinching her ass. She’d never escape him.

As fucking fantastic as her front curves were, her backside put them to shame. He worked over the softness of her shoulders, down the slope of her spine, and over the dimples that heralded his most favorite curve of all.

That ass. That glorious ass, proof of a divine maker because nothing else explained that kind of perfection.

“You’re studying my ass, aren’t you?” The tone was pure tease, and with the little wiggle that accompanied it, he was lost.