Kamikaze (Last Call #1) (2 page)

He found himself moving toward her, cursing
himself with every step.

Whoever was in charge of the music had a
sense of humor. He was still five feet away from her when the
upbeat pop song changed, bled into a savage industrial song with a
primal bass rhythm.

She was watching him when another man
stepped up behind her and slid an arm around her waist. She
stiffened and whipped her head to the side, her snarl just loud
enough to be heard over the music.

The man backed off but another slid in
beside her. She ignored him, her gaze still locked with Connor’s.
Her new suitor took her lack of response as encouragement and
hooked a hand over her hip.

That earned a reaction. She spun around and
snarled again, taking a step back when she realized three men had
gathered behind her. She might be nervous, but Connor had no doubts
now that the competition excited her.

The voice in his head protested. He ignored
it and reached into her pocket, plucking out her key. He held it in
front of her as he bent close to her ear. “Do you want to go
upstairs with one of them, or with someone who knows what the geeky
slogan on your T-shirt means?”

She stepped back against him, molding her
body to his. Her ass rubbed against his cock as she shimmied a
little in time with the music. “Dance with me.” Her hand came up
and snatched the key away, and she shoved it into her front pocket
this time as she ground back against him.

He set his beer bottle on a table at the
edge of the dance floor, not caring that it was occupied, and
wrapped his hands around her hips. “What’s your name,
Kamikaze?”

“
Zoe.” She hitched in a
breath and slid her hands over his, and he could feel the barely
leashed need in her, already threatening to boil over. She gasped
as she rubbed back against him again, and when she spoke, it was a
low and breathless. “What’s your name?”

“
Connor.” He thrust against
her ass and she drew a sharp breath. “Do you really want to dance?”
He trailed his lips over her neck and nibbled at the soft
skin.

One of the men to the left growled a soft
challenge. Zoe twisted in his arms and pressed against him, and he
felt those gorgeous breasts rub against his chest. “Three days,”
she panted in a hoarse voice. “It started three days ago. Can you
make it stop?”

“
Jesus, sweetheart.” Three
days of the kind of clawing desire that would accompany her heat
cycle? He shook his head and squeezed her ass with both hands.
“Might take a miracle, but I will do my level best.”

She whimpered and stretched up, trying to
rub her hips against his. “Take me upstairs. Take me.”

He kissed her, hard, for just a second,
ignoring the whoops and whistles from the crowd. “Give me the
key.”

Huge, glazed blue eyes stared up at him as
she fumbled at her pocket. She pressed the key into his hand with
another soft noise, half-plea and half-command and not the least
bit human.

He tried not to breathe through his nose as
he dragged her off toward the elevator. Her scent, especially now
that she was fully aroused, scrambled his brain, making rutting sex
on the floor of the hallway seem like a good idea. “Hold on until
we get up to the room,” he muttered, but he wasn’t sure if he was
talking to her or himself.

She was on him before the dull metal doors
of the elevator slid shut. Small, surprisingly strong hands dragged
at his shirt as she pressed him back against the wall and rose up
on her toes. She was short, too short to really reach his mouth,
but her lips landed on his chin and she licked it with a low
moan.

He snatched her up and turned at
the same time, pinning her against the wall. “I said to
wait
.” He bit her chin and growled a warning.

Her body melted against him, all soft
submission that was a thousand times harder to resist. Her head
tilted to the side, revealing the smooth, vulnerable line of her
neck, and she moaned. “The only way you’ll get me to sit still is
to tie me the fuck down.”

Connor bit her neck. “Our room should be
well-stocked for that.”

She moaned again, the noise
nearly drowning out the sound of the doors sliding open. “Just make
me come. God,
God
I
need to come… I tried by myself, I tried and I tried and it just
made it worse…”

Which showed how little she knew about
things. He fought down a surge of conscience as he walked out of
the elevator and headed down the hall with her still wrapped around
his body. “Are you new at this or something?”

He had to repeat the question before she
looked on him, obviously struggling to focus. “I -- It’s the second
time, but last time I had -- had a boyfriend who knew how to
help…”

Connor nodded absently as he shifted her
weight to one hand and slid the electronic key into its slot. “I
know how to help, too.” He shouldered open the door, then kicked it
closed behind them.

The room was one of their most basic, not
much more than a luxurious bed and a heavy cabinet in the corner.
Not many of the werewolves in Zoe’s position really gave a damn
about the bells and whistles that came with some of the other
suites.

Shit. Neither do I right
now.
Her
scent filled his nostrils, wet and musky, and he nearly stumbled as
he crossed to the bed and dropped her on it.

She twisted as soon as her back
hit the bed, wiggling onto her stomach and then pushing up to her
hands and knees. “Now, now --
God
please --”

Connor clenched his jaw and reached around
her to yank at the button on her jeans. Her desperation fed his,
and his hands trembled. He could get her off and ease some of her
need, but he knew that only having him deep inside her would really
satisfy her. “Everything? Now?”

Zoe rocked backwards with
another desperate noise. Her ass rubbed against his cock and she
dropped her head. “Talk later. God just… just fuck me so I
can
think
--”

He dragged her pants and
underwear down at the same time.
Slow down --
Once she was bare to his view, most of his
brain shut down, leaving only instinct to guide him. He tore at his
own clothes, finally grasping her waist and thrusting inside her in
one rough snap of his hips.

Zoe was burning alive, but it
didn’t bother her. Not anymore. The raging need that had proved
such a torment only seconds ago had shifted, turning into
satisfaction and pleasure. She had a man, behind her, above
her,
inside
her --
and
fuck
it felt good.

She tried to speak, to encourage
him to thrust into her again, but her tongue wouldn’t work. Instead
she made noises, low snarls of satisfaction when he pulled back and
drove into her again, hard and a little rough and
everything
she needed to calm
the wolf inside her.

His fingers dug into her skin for a moment,
then pushed under her shirt and fumbled with the clasp of her bra.
“You should have let me get you naked first.”

“
Plenty -- plenty of time
--” She groaned again and pressed her forehead against the
mattress. Then a horrible thought occurred to her, bad enough to
make her whimper in distress. “You’re not leaving after one time
are you?”

He slowed his movements, pulling back inch
after slow inch. “Fuck, no. The whole night, if you want.”

It had taken almost three days
to wear her out last time, and she hadn’t even tried to fight it.
Her body burned with such need that she thought a
week
with him inside of
her might not be enough. But a night was something. A start. “Yes,”
she gasped, then whimpered when she tried to rock back and his
hands stopped her. “Need you -- I
need
you --”

He plunged in with another groan, his cock
filling her, then drew back, again with excruciating slowness. “Do
you even remember my name?”

“
C-Connor --” She snarled
and fought against his grip, trying to chase him back as he moved
away. She felt empty every time he pulled out, aching and
desperate. “Harder, damn it, I need -- I need --” She
didn’t
know
what she needed, just that it involved him fucking
her.
Please
know. Please know what to do --

“
Yeah, I know.” He reached
around her hip, his hand sliding down until his fingers slipped
over her clit. His deft fingers stroked it as he started pumping
his hips faster, fucking her, nothing slow or hesitant about
it.

The tension that had built inside her over
three torturous days snapped, and she clutched her fingers around
the comforter and screamed.

She came. She came hard and out
of control, her body shaking and her cunt clenching around Connor’s
cock. Nothing had ever felt so good -- so
perfect
-- as the release of all of that
desperate, twisting need.

He didn’t stop, just leaned over her,
resting his head against her back as he continued to drive into
her. She was vaguely aware of his harsh, panting groans. Then he
swore. “Don’t stop. Do it again.”

As if she had any control
over
what
her body did. She came again and again, until she was
light-headed from the rolling waves of bliss that carried her up
until she could barely draw breath before crashing over her. A
reward for the torment of the past days, measured out in the
pleasure wrung from her body by a man strong enough to claim
her.

Connor’s hips jerked. His teeth sank into
the back of her shoulder, through the cotton of her T-shirt,
muffling his shout of release. His cock throbbed inside her, and
his hands fell away from her, bracing on the bed.

The heat of his body pressing against her
was almost perfect. Almost. She arched up and rubbed her back
against his chest. “Skin. We can be naked now.”

“
Really?” He didn’t move.
She could feel his hot breath even through her shirt. “Give me a
minute, okay?”

“
Okay…” The fire still burned
inside her, but release had given her a respite from the painful,
twisting need. She shifted a little and relaxed against the bed,
letting herself enjoy the press of a strong body against her
back.
Maybe
this wasn’t a terrible idea after all…

Finally, he straightened and pulled free of
her body with a sigh. “Christ, that was crazy.” He sat on the edge
of the bed and started unlacing his boots. “You don’t do this a
lot, do you?”

“
Do what? Sex? Or sex with
strangers?” She watched the muscles of his shoulders flex under his
shirt as he bent down to tug off one boot.

“
Come to Last Call,” he
clarified. His other boot hit the floor, and he pulled his shirt
over his head in one smooth motion. A complicated design of black
ink snaked across the back of one shoulder, and she watched it as
he pulled off his socks.

Belatedly she realized that her shoes were
still on. She pushed one off and let it fall to the floor as she
answered his question. “No. Never been here before.”

“
I hardly ever get up
here.” He stood and pushed his pants down his legs.

Her gaze skated away from the tattoo and
down his back. Strong, but not overly muscular, which was far more
to her taste than some of the chiseled gym bodies downstairs. She
pried off her other shoe and tried to wiggle out of the jeans and
panties tangled around her legs. “You like to hang out
downstairs?”

He turned and looked down at her, then
tugged at the denim, freeing her legs. “The owner is a client.”

“
Oh.” She stretched her arms over
head, ignoring the unhooked bra that still clung to her breasts,
trapped by her T-shirt. She felt too good, too
sated
, to worry about anything except for
the man who had given her relief. “What do you do?”

Connor leaned over her and guided her shirt
up, his hands brushing her breasts. “I designed the security system
here. The non-magical one.”

An entirely different sort of interest
sparked through her, this one entirely prompted by the woman
instead of the wolf. “That’s really fucking hot.”

He laughed and yanked her shirt
off. “Yeah? You really
are
a geek, then.” Her T-shirt hit the floor, followed by her
bra. He inclined his head and grinned mischievously. “Want to
cuddle, baby?”

“
Can we grope each other
while we do it?” The fire might be banked, but she craved the
feeling of his hands on her body so much it hurt.