Iron: Blue Collar Wolves #1 (Mating Season Collection) (9 page)

Like a man possessed he pounced on her, kneading the fleshy globes, pressing his fingers as hard as he could into her skin without really hurting her. He bit, nibbled, licked and, after he covered every square inch of flesh with mouth and teeth, raised his hand and landed a firm
smack
.

Bella squeaked, but in quick aftermath the smell from her pussy intensified, the heavenly smell drawing a long groan from his throat. He wanted to roll around in that smell, camp out and breathe it in for days. Fucking perfection, just like everything about her.

With unsteady hands, Iron eased her legs apart, baring that fragrant valley. She was wet, glistening and needy, and he was going to take such good care of her. Using the pads of two fingertips, he rubbed around the edges of her pussy lips. Not a lot of pressure, not yet. This was a tease, a torture, and he was going to work her up until she was a sobbing mess.

Bella whimpered, the sound hitting his dick like a physical stroke, and canted her hips up in an attempt to draw him deeper. The hand he wasn’t torturing her with wrapped around her hip, holding her steady as he continued his slow assault.

“Come on, baby.” Now that wasn’t fair, that sexpot voice she knew did bad things to his control. “You want to sink your fingers into me, don’t you? I’m so wet for you. You can feel it. So use me. Use your woman.”

Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. She was hitting every button, with her body and her voice and her words and her moans, twisting her hips to force him to bend to her will and fucking spear her on his fingers, his dick.

And he wanted it. Wanted that tight heat. Wanted those breathy moans. Wanted
Isabella
.

Gritting his teeth, his fingers clenching hard, he kept the strokes light despite her pleas and moans and words. “We’re doing this my way. You going to be a good little bitch? Only good little bitches get to ride my cock.”

She growled then and pushed back, and only his hand stopped her from getting up. “Damn right I’m your bitch. I’m going to use you and fuck you and you’ll cry because it’s so good. I’m a grade-A bitch, and you better never forget it, because the moment you do, you’re going to be flat on your back and I’m riding you into oblivion.”

Iron broke. He dove into her pussy, spreading her legs as far as he could to get at the wet flesh. He reveled in the taste and feel, grinding deeper, using his tongue to get inside her as far as he could and nowhere near as far as his dick was going to go. He smeared her juices all over his face, pulling back only an inch to breathe, then diving back in to surround himself with her.

Bella yelped, lifting and shifting her hips to get him placed where she wanted, a litany of broken words accompanying Iron wrecking her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah baby, yeah, yeah. So good, so good. Get deeper, you…
fuck
.”

Bella’s fingers were there, stroking over her clit. He licked between them, reaching whatever flesh she wasn’t covering, bringing them into his mouth as his own fingers pushed two deep into her tight channel and began pumping in hard thrusts.

“
Yes!
Inside, inside, inside. Need you inside me. Need that cock. Come on, give your bitch your cock. Am I your bitch? Going to let someone else claim me? Or are you going to give me the hard fucking I deserve?”

“You deserve it?” He pulled his fingers out and pushed her hand away, ignoring the keening cry when he blocked her. “Think you can force me? Think you can push me. Fuck yeah you’re my bitch, and that means we do this my way.”

Iron got into kneeling position, pulling Bella onto her hands and knees in front of him. Another smack to that ass, and Bella gave a half-shriek/half-groan, but the glistening flesh told of her arousal.

Presented like this, she stirred everything primal in him. A total feast for his senses, overwhelming with the dip of her spine and the curve of her waist, breasts heavy and hanging and begging for his hands to gather them, and finally,
finally
, that tight ass curving down into those luscious thighs, designed to cradle every thrust and surround him.

Iron kissed down her spine, reveled in the way she arched and stretched underneath him. He ran his hand up her spine to wrap around the back of her neck, the heavy fall of her hair a weight trapping his hand. She mewled, pushing back against him, bumping into his dick with that slick flesh that called to him.

Bella turned her head to look over her shoulder. “Mate your bitch, Iron.
Mate me.
Come on.” She fell to her elbows, ass up and her pussy lips spread to him. “Want your cock. Want it.
Give it to me.
”

Everything about her called to his wolf who growled and howled, impatient now,
wanting
now. Rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance, he groaned at the wet heat that was waiting for him.

“In. I want you to come in me. No more waiting.” Her voice was gasping and high-pitched, but underneath the love ran through every word.

No more waiting. He sunk in, inch by agonizing inch, cherishing the slow drag of entering her. “Baby,” he breathed, his voice breaking into a growl. He was entering his mate.
All mine. Only mine.

Fuck yeah, and she was killing him, looking at him over her shoulder with those dark eyes near black in desire, her mouth parted, panting in time with his every stroke.
“Harder.”

Oh yeah, he could do that. Whatever his woman wanted, and he flexed his hips, grinding into her harder. Her tiny squeal of pleasure had him pressing deeper, wanting that noise again.

Wrapping her hair around his hand, he bared the line of her throat, exposing the juncture where his mark was going. “Want it?”

“Yesss.”
Bella’s voice was pleasure drunk, her body moving with his perfect rhythm. He mouthed at her throat, nipping where his mark would soon be.

Iron pushed harder, slipping his other hand over her belly and lower, sliding over her clit to her delighted cries. The tightness around him, the anticipation of giving her his bite was bringing Iron rapidly to the edge, and he needed her to come,
now
.

Her cries grew louder, the scent of sweat and musk rising in the room, her body beginning to pulse around his cock. Now, now, now…

The coppery tang of blood ran over his tongue while underneath him, Bella cried out, the sound a mixture of pleasure and pain while her pussy tightened on his cock, demanding his come. One, two, three more pumps, and
his his his mate mate mate MATE!

He came to on top of Bella, who was panting underneath him. Even as flooded as his senses were, he landed on the side so he didn’t crush her underneath. She snuggled to him, her mating mark exposed to his gaze.

Iron grazed this thumb over the mark, the indent small and intimate and perfect.

“You’re smiling, aren’t you?”

And he was. “Hell yeah. I have the sexiest mate in the tristate area. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I think that’s my line.” Bella pulled him around her so she was caught in his arms. “What happens now?”

“Your first shift will be a little painful, but we all manage to survive it.” She elbowed him and he didn’t try to avoid it. “After a couple times, you’ll come to enjoy it.”

“Well, let’s go. Lead on, mate.”

‡

I
t was the
nuzzling of her mating mark that woke Bella up at way-too-early the next morning. First thing she needed to impress upon Iron was waking her up before the sun rose and
without
the smell of coffee in the air would equal a beat down in the future.

Then Iron pressed his teeth hard against her mark, and a thread of pure
want
shot through her body, a direct line from her neck down to her pussy, which had her rocking her hips against the sheets in an attempt to push the warmth deeper, turn it into a blaze.

“I see you’re up.” His voice was sleep-rough and growly, a verbal affirmation of his secret, but while the syllables sensitized her skin, it was the happiness in his tone that caught her attention, had her turning her head to verify with her eyes what her ears swore was true.

Above her Iron loomed, the lines of his face relaxed in a way that she hadn’t seen before, almost boyish as he gazed down at her with a smile both on his lips and in his eyes. Awe burst through her, that she was responsible for this look, that she had been the one responsible for it having been missing for so long. With trembling fingers, Bella stroked his face – across his eyelids, the strong plane of his jaw, the straight line of his nose, memorizing this happiness with every sense available to her.

He caught her hand, brought it to his mouth and began kissing her fingers, light and loving and devoted. There was nothing sexual about this act, not like his teeth in her neck. This was adoration, and if there had been any shred of hesitancy, of doubt over her decision, it would be obliterated under Iron’s gentle ministrations.

Bella disentangled her fingers from his, reaching behind his neck to curl them into the short hair and bring him down, anticipation rocketing through her as Iron’s expression morphed, the love never leaving, but something else – fierce and ferocious – joining it as he looked down her body, the thin sheet barely clinging to the curves underneath.

And that look reminded her… “I’m not on birth control anymore.”

His eyebrows shot up as his eyes met her. “What?”

“I want kids, so I am not on birth control. I could lie and say I only want one or two, but really it’s more like four or five, maybe six. So if you don’t want that many kids, you need to stock up on condoms.”

Even if she didn’t know Iron wanted a big family, the huge smile that broke out over his face would have clued her in.

She was a werewolf, mated to the man she loved, a soon-to-be a doctor for the pack, and was going to have lots of babies. Life could not possibly get better.

Bella’s cell phone rang, the electronic wind chimes heralding Mel on the other side of the call.

Iron groaned against her throat. “No. Leave it. I have you to do.”

He tried to capture her mouth again, but Bella pushed him away, the smile on her face etched so deeply it would be impossible to get rid of. “If it was anyone but Mel…”

Iron huffed, flinging back onto the mattress. “Fine, but hurry up.” He spread his legs then, reaching down to stroke his half-hard dick. “I have plans for you. They include knocking you up and starting on our family.”

The phone chimed again.
Anyone but Mel…
“Yeah?”

Iron was
hers
. It had taken twenty years, but the stubborn ass was hers now, and she was going to revel in every moment of her good luck from here on out.

He would never get away from her. Never, not now, not when she knew how good it was to be with him, how her world had righted itself. It had been waiting for that final puzzle piece. It had been waiting for him.

And then Mel’s words penetrated the haze of happiness surrounding Bella’s brain.

“Wait…
What?!
”

“I said…I’m walking on Millers Road with a jacket over no shirt and two wolves who will be up soon and I guarantee will not be happy I’m not still in bed with them. Can you come and get me?”

The End

Peoples! Thanks for reading
Iron
, the first story of the
Blue Collar Wolves
pack and my contribution to
The Mating Season
collection. I hope you enjoyed!

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