Savage Sanctuary: A Dire Wolves Mission (The Devil's Dires Book 2) (9 page)

L
evi was
in a hell of his own making. There was one bed on the first floor of the entire cabin. One very big, very soft, very comfortable bed that his mate was about to crawl into. Alone.

Fuck my life.

“Where will you sleep?” Amy sounded so shy, scared almost. It ate at something inside of him. Brought out his…less gentlemanly side. Threw him between the choices of stepping away to make her more comfortable and tossing her in the middle of that bad and
not
stepping away.

“I won’t.” Which could have meant a few different things, but right then, he needed to answer her question.

Her eyes were wide when they met his, her cheeks dark. Was she breathing heavy? “Why not?”

He couldn’t resist her. Not like this, not in this room. Together. With that huge fucking bed right behind her. He ran a finger down the side of her face, slowly…giving her every chance to pull away. So fucking thankful when she leaned in to his touch instead. “I’ll be on patrol, so being able to move around the house is better than being asleep.”

“Oh.” She stood silent, staring at her feet for a long moment as Levi’s hand floated near her shoulder. He wanted to touch her again, to feel her skin against his, but he couldn’t. If he did…he glanced at the bed again. Yeah. He couldn’t touch her.

But Amy wasn’t exactly one to wait for something she wanted, it seemed. She pounced, practically jumping into his arms. Wrapping her soft curves around his body and breathing into his neck. His growl was unstoppable, the way his hands slipped down to her ass something he couldn’t control. Jesus, she was just so fucking
soft
all over.

“Thank you,” she whispered, sounding so very scared. And didn’t that just make him feel like an ass for grabbing her…well, ass. He brought his hands up to her waist, then higher to encircle her back. Squeezing her tight. He hadn’t been hugged in a long time, would have said never except Bez’s mate was a hugger. His memory included exactly three hugs—all from Sariel within the last year. But Amy’s hug was bigger, bolder, so much more physical than his previous ones. She hugged with her entire body. She hugged him like she never wanted to let go.

He never wanted her to let go.

“Get some rest,” he whispered, closing his eyes and giving her one final squeeze. “You’re safe here with me.”

“I know.” She pulled away, biting her lip. Fuck, he was going to have the worst case of blue balls if she kept doing things like that.

Not yet, not yet, not yet.

Levi pulled himself together and took a single step away from her. A painful step. “The bathroom’s through that door. Yell if you need me.”

“What constitutes need?” Amy cocked her head, looking adorably…naughty.

His growl slipped out before he could catch it, but he coughed it back. If he let his wolf take control, he’d never walk out of that room. Still… She did ask.

“Whatever you think does.”

Her smile turned wicked, but she didn’t pursue him. Instead, she grabbed her bag and tossed it over her shoulder. “Good to know.”

With that, she disappeared into the bathroom, and Levi limped his way back to the living room, rubbing his aching cock through his jeans. He should have made her sleep in one of the bedrooms upstairs, but he hadn’t wanted her that far away from him. It had seemed like a good decision, but at that particular moment, he wasn’t so sure. What the hell was he going to do? He needed a little relief, but he couldn’t risk her coming out of the bedroom and finding him with his hand in his jeans. Even though that visual had the possibility of an awesome ending. Maybe. Depended on what she did at that point, but his imagination was awesome, which didn’t help his situation.

He took a few deep breaths and paced the room, trying to settle his mating instincts. He needed a distraction from her smell, her skin, her soft curves. Her ass. The sweep of it under her clothes. The plushness of it as it filled his hands. The way it—

One more press to his neglected cock and he grabbed his phone. Mammon. He needed to text Mammon and find out what was happening with Amy’s pack. That was his need. Not jerking off to thoughts of Amy’s ripe, round ass bouncing on his—

Must stop thinking about that ass.

He texted Mammon with a simple message.

What’s doing?

Mammon hit him back almost immediately, giving Levi’s thoughts no time to stray to the creature behind the bedroom door.

We’ve tracked the window perv to a house in town. Rental. Waiting on tenant details to move forward.

And the pack?

Thaus is on it.

Jesus, Thaus was involved. Even Abel would look like a pup next to their biggest Dire, not to mention, he made everyone around him seem like a fucking kid from the
Brady Bunch
in terms of personality. He would
not
fit in around the pack. Though, to be honest, it could be worse. They could have called on Dire Luc. No one compared to that man in terms of presence. That Dire oozed bad juju. But Levi couldn’t get bogged down in the what-ifs of his team and Amy’s family interacting. Mammon was a good choice to help the pack, and Thaus would be fine so long as he didn’t scare the small children.

He was totally going to scare the small children.

Let me know what you and T find out.

Affirmative.

Levi tossed his phone on the table and plopped into the armchair with a sigh. Head back, legs spread, he focused inward. He needed to find his calm, to find his inner soldier and yank the fucker in front of the horny bastard who’d taken control of his mind. His mate was fragile right now, tossed into this situation with him with no warning. She was probably scared half out of her wits. He couldn’t just rut her through the floor like an animal.

But someday, he was going to rut her through the floor like an animal. And he was going to make sure she liked it as much, if not more, than he did.

That thought brought his hand back to his cock. He could feel the wetness at the tip, the precome collecting there. There was no way this was disappearing without a little hands-on attention. He could jack off out here, but there was the chance Amy would catch him. Plus, he never was the biggest fan of the old lotion-and-tissue job. He was a shower jerker, and there was a perfectly good shower twenty feet away behind a locking door.

He slid his hands inside his pants, sighing as skin met skin. Give her a few minutes…make sure she had time to fall asleep. Then he could sneak in and take a shower. She wouldn’t think anything weird about that, right? A man had to shower.

He hissed as he stroked himself, the pleasure-pain of it sending tingles shooting down his legs. Images of his mate joining him bombarded his brain, making him growl softly and stroke harder. On her back, on her knees, on all fours…she’d be beautiful in any position. Be sexy as hell, too. He wanted her every way. Wanted her under him, on top of him, riding his face. Didn’t matter. He wanted all sorts of things he figured she wasn’t ready for. Hopefully, she would be…someday.

As his fingers pulled back his foreskin on a rough jerk, he hissed and bucked, knowing his hand might be all he’d be getting for some time and not giving a damn. She was worth it. He’d waited this long for her—he could wait years more if he had to. Could wait another lifetime for her to come around and accept him.

His leg shook with his need to come. Close…he was so close already. Fuck time to let her fall asleep. If she was still awake, he’d just tell her he needed a shower. She didn’t have to know what was going on. He was a grown man, for fuck’s sake. He could hide a hard-on.

Standing, he tucked himself back inside his pants and zipped up. Adjusted a time or two, just to be sure. He tiptoed through the living room and to the bedroom door, trying to stay silent on the old wood floors. There was no sound from behind the door, no rustle of fabric. Only her heartbeat and the even whisper of her breaths. Hopefully, she was already asleep.

Holding his breath, Levi crept inside. The moonlight streaming through the windows lit the room enough for him to see Amy curled up in the middle of that big bed. Fuck, she was beautiful. And if he didn’t get himself into the shower, he was going to come just looking at her.

He edged around the foot of the bed, his eyes stuck on his mate. That really was his downfall. He was too busy staring at her to see the bag against the footboard. Too distracted to watch where he was going.

Which was why he tripped.

Cursing as he fell, he slammed a hand onto the footboard to keep from going down face first. Amy jumped up, staring at him, her thin tank top giving everything underneath it away. He gripped the footboard harder, hanging on, hoping like hell he was strong enough to stay in place and not just pounce on her.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice made him want to moan, made his cock jerk in his jeans.

“Nothing.” He licked his lips, his mouth so dry he could barely speak. “I tripped.”

She looked around the room and cocked her head. She wasn’t dumb enough not to notice the brightness of the moonlight. “How did you trip?”

“I was distracted.” Which wasn’t a lie. He was still distracted. It took physical effort to keep his eyes on hers and not stare at all that was exposed to him. God, what had he done to deserve such bad fucking karma? His mate…almost naked…in this bed…and he couldn’t touch.

Amy, meanwhile, seemed determined to make his living hell that much worse. “Distracted? By what?”

And wasn’t that the question of the hour? Levi had two choices…lie, or tell the truth. And being that this was his mate he was talking to, the woman the fates deemed his perfect match, there was only one right answer.

“By you.” Levi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, giving in. “By my beautiful mate lying in this ridiculously huge bed. All alone. That’s what distracted me.”

“Oh, thank fuck.” She sighed and sat back, letting the blanket slip even more. Exposing more of her skin to him and pulling the tank top a bit tighter. Fuck, her nipples were hard.

“Levi.”

He jerked, tearing his eyes away from her breasts. “What?”

Amy smiled all slow and sly. “You’ve been avoiding the mate word this whole time. I was wondering when we’d get to that.”

Her words scrambled his brain, brought his full attention right back to her. Except for the bit still focused on his cock. “You haven’t exactly been screaming it from the rooftops.”

“I was waiting for you.” And she shrugged. As if it was nothing. As if the thin fabric covering her didn’t drag across her erect nipples with that little move. Why was she trying to kill him?

He took a deep breath and stood, angling his body so she wouldn’t see how hard he was for her. Still. “I didn’t want to overwhelm you. You have a lot going on.”

She leaned back, tugged the comforter until one leg peeked out. One long, bare leg. Very bare. All the way up bare. Jesus, this girl was playing a dangerous game and she had no idea. He was gasoline ready to explode, ready for the slightest spark to start the flames.

And then she lit a match.

“Maybe I want to be overwhelmed.”

A
my’s
entire body burned with the heat of her need. Every inch, every bit. Just the fact that her mate was right there at the foot of the bed made her body throb with the need to be closer. Deep down, she knew the overwhelming desire flooding her was nothing more than the mating imperative. The body’s way of reminding two newly mated shifters that their bond needed to be sealed. She knew it, but she didn’t care. They were alone, safe, together…and she
wanted
.

She slid her foot up the mattress, bending her knee, letting the blanket fall farther so he could see more of her. See the tiny panties she wore with her tank top. See that there was nothing else on her body. He growled in response, his fingers practically cracking the footboard. That growl, those knuckles going pale with the strength of his grip… He was holding himself back, and that just wouldn’t do.

“Levi.” She sighed and fell back against the pillows, pulling the blanket tight between her legs. Teasing herself with the drag of the fabric against her flesh. “Don’t you feel it?”

“What, doll?” His gravelly voice fanned the flames, burning her from the inside out. “Tell me what you feel?”

“Hot. Bothered.” She slid a hand between her legs, letting her fingers trail over the cotton there. “Needy.”

“Shit,” he hissed, his rumble growing louder. Rougher. Deeper.

The sound pulled Amy’s growl from her. Her wolf peeked through her human eyes, sneaking an investigatory look at her fated mate. Watching him resist the temptation laid before him. The beast liked what she saw. His muscles enticed her as the flesh of someone fit and strong, someone protective. Someone solid and worthy. Amy’s wolf approved of her mate. Which was a good thing, because Amy was about to implode with the need to be claimed by him.

“This bed is too big for me.” Amy bit her bottom lip, spreading her knees farther apart. “Join me.”

“I…can’t.”

Amy groaned, slipping her fingers under the fabric between her legs. Teasing herself skin on skin. “Why not?”

Levi’s fist clutched the wood harder, his knuckles practically glowing in the moonlight, the clawed tips of his fingers embedded in the hardwood. “If I take one step closer, I won’t be able to be a gentleman.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be.”

“Amy, I mean it. You have no idea what I want to do to you.”

That got her attention.

“What do you want to do? Tell me.” She kept her fingers playing between her legs and her eyes on her mate. Watching as he fought with his control. Daring him to break. “Please.”

It had to be the please that shattered Levi’s resistance. Or maybe it was the wet sound of her fingers sliding inside herself. Amy may never know, not that it mattered. All she cared about was the way his eyes seemed to devour her, the way his entire body leaned toward her. The way he responded to what she offered.

His growl—that deep, luscious sound that made her positively drip for him—turned to a snarl before he cut the rumble off completely. “I want to strip you down and lick every inch of you. I want to crawl up your body and feel your skin rub against mine.” He leaned forward, one hand on the mattress, still holding on to the footboard with the other. “I want to tease you with my fingers and tongue until I have you bucking and begging and clenching, then slide inside you and fuck you until you can’t see. Until I make you come so hard, I can feel you pulling my cock deeper. Until I make that beautiful pussy mine.”

Amy arched her back as she pushed her fingers deeper. The blankets fell completely to the side, baring her body to him, letting him see exactly what his words did to her. He growled at the sight, hissing a curse that had her clenching already.

“Oh,” she groaned, wishing so hard for him to replace her hand. To take over. To give her what she so desperately needed. “Levi, please.”

Levi grabbed Amy’s ankle and yanked her down the bed, spreading her before him. She yelped, pulling her hand from between her legs to grasp at the comforter beneath her. His hungry eyes met hers, nearly pure silver already. Looking so otherworldly. A whisper of a memory flitted through Amy’s head, something told to her as a child, a legend about wolves with silver eyes, but it disappeared into the ether as Levi licked his bottom lip and finally released that damn footboard. He brought one hand to her inner thigh, gripping her, pushing her leg down and teasing the flesh leading to where she wanted him most. Where she needed him. Her entire body clamped down with that one touch, sending a shiver up her spine that had her eyes rolling back.

“Oh, God.” She gasped and arched, craving more. Wanting to feel that spark again.

“God can’t help you now.” He crawled over top of her, pushing up the tiny tank top along the way. “You’re mine.”

“Yes.” Amy arched into his touch, so needy for him, so desperate. “Please, Levi.”

“I like it when you beg.” His lips closed around her nipple, sucking and pulling with a pressure that made her shake. A tug at Amy’s hip was the only warning she received before her panties disappeared. Victims of his claws and strength. The very thought of it, the idea of him literally tearing away the barriers between them, was enough to bring her right to that edge. Amy’s body clenched, needing something, wanting so desperately to be filled. To be stretched. To be worked over.

Hands in his hair, pulling him up her body, Amy arched and kicked, wanting his pants off. Needing him naked against her. Craving the heat of his skin, the weight of him upon her. Levi must have understood those desires. Without releasing her nipple from his attack, he slid a hand between the two of them to unfasten his jeans. Teasing her with the backs of his fingers. Amy released a deep rumble of a growl and brought her legs up, hooking her toes into the waistband of his pants and pushing them down his legs. Kicking them as far as she could before she was stretched underneath him.

“Please,” she whispered, wrapping one leg around his hip to pull him against her. “Want you.”

“Got me.” He bit her nipple, bringing his hands under her shoulders to pull her tighter. “You’ve got every inch of me, doll.”

Irritated by the fabric against her skin, Amy pulled her tank top the rest of the way off. Finally, nothing but skin between them. Nothing but his heat mixing with hers. She rocked her hips in time with him, loving the pressure the move gave her. The tingles each rub sent shooting up her spine. She was so ready, so needy and wanton. So over the waiting.

“Now, Levi,” she groaned, clawing his shoulders. “Make me come.”

Without a bit of warning, he thrust inside her. Amy bit back a scream as he pushed deep inside, as he took want he wanted. What she had offered up so willingly. She moaned and gripped him tighter, staring up at him, losing herself in those swirling silver eyes.

He moved with an intention and control Amy had never experienced, stroking deep, keeping a hold on her shoulders to use as leverage. Pinning her down in a way that screamed dominance. His entire body undulated against her, waves of muscles contracting to pull himself deeper. To press on all the parts that would drive her wild. To keep her right on that edge of her release.

“Fuck, you’re so soft and wet.” His eyes fluttered nearly closed as he groaned and pressed deeper. “I want to feel you come on my cock, doll. Want to make you scream.”

Amy moaned, nibbling along his neck as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He was so deep already, so wide and almost punishing. Blunt, she would have said in a moment when he wasn’t making her brain scramble. But that bluntness felt amazing; the almost painful way he filled her so damn delicious. Especially when he pressed deep and rotated his hips, giving her clit a solid rub with the base of him. Yeah. That felt good. Really good.

Without so much as a hint, Levi pulled out of her, leaving her confused and desperate for about half a second. He grabbed her leg and flipped her onto her stomach, leaving her gasping and tense as she waited to see what would happen next. Not that he made her wait long.

Levi pressed himself on top of her again, this time pushing her into the mattress. The weight of him stifled her movements, controlled her, held her in place. With barely a breath between moves, Levi spread her legs with his knees and pushed back inside her from behind. Pressing deep without breaking his rhythm. Amy whimpered as she clutched at the sheets.

“Do you know why I want you like this?” His whispered growl against her neck made her shiver, and she shook her head. His hand slipped beneath them, fingers finding her throbbing clit. Rubbing it. Making her tense up at the coming onslaught of sensation.

But that shake wasn’t enough for him apparently. Levi smacked her ass, harder than a tap but not painful. A delicious shock to her system that elicited a yelp from her. “Are you going to answer me, doll?”

“No. I mean…I don’t know.” She gasped and shook, trying to concentrate on him but lost to her pleasure. To the way her muscles were already clenching in preparation of what she knew was to come. To the feel of him pressing her into the mattress and holding her down. “Please, Levi.”

He bit her shoulder, harder than a nibble but not enough to break the skin. Fuck, she wanted him to break it, though. Wanted him to claim her. To sink his teeth as deep as his dick and own every inch of her.

He chuckled, sliding his fingers along either side of her clit in a deliciously teasing stroke. “I want you like this because you’re so expressive. Everything I did to you, every ounce of pleasure I gave you, was written right on that gorgeous face. You made me so desperate to come, my doll. Too desperate.”

He grew a bit rougher, his hips snapping against hers and his hand stilling. Not that it needed to move. The simple act of him fucking her, rocking her back and forth, was enough to keep his fingers in contact with her clit.

Amy writhed beneath him, trying to get that last push, that last little hint of sensation that would throw her over the edge. Would start the rush of pleasure she frantically needed. But his weight kept her still, his hips forcing her body to move as he wanted it to. She was completely at his mercy, and he wasn’t ready to let her go yet.

“I want to fuck you for days.” He growled and shifted his angle, hitting new depths inside of her that made her bury her face in the pillow to hide her scream. “I want to feel you come on my cock, my fingers, and my tongue just so I know I’ve given you as much pleasure as watching you gives me. Want to learn every move to entice you so I can please you, so I can get you to make those gaspy moans again and again. But I couldn’t watch anymore. Fuck, doll. You’re living, breathing desire, and I’ll never be able to compete. I don’t even want to… I just want to hear you scream your pleasure.” He thrust faster, curling his fingers to give her more.

“Fuck, Levi.” Amy sighed, trying so hard to move, to touch, to grab at something. Anything. “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”

He chuckled, a dirty sound that sent a shiver shooting up her spine. “You make me want to come just by walking in the room.”

Levi pinched her clit hard, and Amy fell. Clenching, crying his name, squeezing him as her body locked down and rode out the pleasure. Levi thrust faster and harder, pushing into her with a strength that overwhelmed her, sliding her up the mattress with the fierceness of the way he fucked her. The way he took what he needed.

One last push and he came, roaring his release before bringing his mouth back to her shoulder. Holding her down with his teeth pressing against her neck. Teasing her with the feel of what they both wanted.

“Please,” she begged, angling her head to give him room. “Please give me your bite. I want it. I need it.”

Levi growled, his hips still jerking into hers, his body still weighting her down. “Not yet. Not the first time. I want to make this last. Want to feel you come a hundred times first.”

She gasped as his teeth dug a little deeper, as a shot of pain—quick and slight—rushed through her.

“But soon. I promise you.” He licked the back of her neck, the slow rumble of his growl teasing her sweat-soaked skin. “Very, very soon.”