Shifting Positions (19 page)

When they could, wolves lived a good distance away from any main thoroughfare and close to the woods. This allowed not only privacy , but granted easy access to run free in the forest at any time of the day or night. Normally he enjoyed the brief journey to his own little slice of paradise. At the moment, however, he cursed the length of his dirt driveway. He needed to slow down or both he and Tess would be tossed all over the truck interior, and he sure as hell didn’t want to jar the woman while her mouth was gliding over his cock. As much as he enjoyed a little rough sex now and again, teeth clamping around his dick was a definite no-no.

He made the left turn one-handed. “It’s going to get bumpy baby,” he warned her.

She made another one of those humming noises that vibrated straight through his cock to laugh in the face of his fragile control. Instead of letting up, she tucked her lips over her teeth and worked a slow path over his dick, creating a whole new sensation to mix and whirl with the ones already sizzling over his scorching flesh. His balls tightened in agonizing pleasure.

Desperate, knowing he was going to come in her mouth if he didn’t do something now, he shoved his hand under her sweatpants. The soft globes of her ass felt like heaven against his kneading palm, the flesh cool to his fevered touch. He slid lower to dip between her cheeks, brushing teasing fingertips through the slick folds to circle the swollen entrance. She stiffened, and the small gasp that escaped misted over his cock, prickling his heated skin. When he thrust one blunt finger into the humid depth of her pussy they both moaned. Then she pushed back against his hand, her hips undulating in frantic movements. He added a second finger, forging both through the slippery clench of her sex. “You always feel incredible,” he grunted. “So tight.

So wet.” He scrapped his knuckles back and forth within the small opening and she let out a whimper of need. “Almost there,,” he rasped, his own control in tatters as he maneuvered over the last few yards, managing to stop just before he careened the vehicle up his front stairs.

He threw the truck into park and barked, “Now!” Then he was flipping her around to claw at her shoes and pants. “Get a condom. I’m busy,” and his mouth was between her legs. Her back arched as he lapped vigorously at her pussy. Her taste consumed him, enflamed him and he wanted more. He wanted all of her.

He pressed his hands against her knees, opening her wider. Starved for her, he opened his mouth wide, sucking and licking every flushed fold he could reach. He lashed her clit with hot wet strokes before thrusting his tongue inside her. She choked out a sob, clenched his head as her hips jerked against his mouth. “Oh God, Caleb.”

“Got it?” he demanded through teeth that tugged gently on her clit.

Taking the strangled sound she made as affirmation, he shifted back and pulled her over his lap. He plucked the foil packet from her limp fingers and managed to cover up before he rearranged Tess over his thighs, spreading her wide. Unable to wait any longer, he dropped the reigns of his control with an animalist snarl and shoved the straining head of his cock into her warm entrance, covering her surprised gasp with his possessive mouth. “Mine. You’re mine!” Hands on his shoulders for support, she lifted her hips up, dragging his shaft through the drenched clasp of her body. He met her return stroke with his own, driving back in with a powerful thrust, pushing in deeper, stretching her, the pleasure so intense it was a sharp, physical ache.

“That’s it,” he nipped at her lips. “Take all of me, baby. Fuck me as hard as you want.” He gave it to her raw, pumping into her with all the hunger and aggression that clawed in his gut, and she matched him stroke for stroke. He no longer had control of his body, the adrenalin and lust that boiled in his blood mixed with the blissful feeling of plunging into her tight sex. The sound of flesh slapping on bare flesh filled the truck, the steaming windows locking them in their own erotic world. Harsh pants and gasps of straining passion only intensified the desire consuming him from the inside out.

Release bore down and he forced it back, needing to feel her explode around his cock.

Buried thick and deep, hips rising faster and faster, he tore his head away from her lips and ripped off her sweater and bra. He latched onto a beaded nipple, sucking the small pearl against the roof of his mouth, his fangs grazing her breast. Then he wedged a hand between their sweat-slickened bodies and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit in tight circles. Her ragged pants were music to his ears. She shook, her hips pistoning over his cock, her nails digging through his shirt to scratch the flesh of his muscled shoulders. He knew she was close. And he knew just how to push her over the edge. “Do it, Tess,” he growled, driving through the thick cream spilling between her thighs. He was drowning in a fiery sea of hunger, lost to everything but his mate’s need. “Own me. Come all over my cock and claim me.”

Her eyes glazed with voracious passion. “Yes! Mine!” Then her head arched back and she climaxed, the tender muscles of her pussy fluttering, milking him with the sweetest spasms ever.

With the delicate lines of her neck and shoulders exposed to his possessive gaze, and her cry of fulfillment sweeping past his defenses, he blanked out, and his wolf took over. His mouth curved over the smooth flesh off her shoulder and he bit, sinking his fangs through the skin to mark her forever as his. As her blood seeped into his tongue he started to come, the blast of pleasure sweeping through him in blistering waves of ecstasy. He roared out in triumph. “Fu-ck!” His curse was drawn out and thick with emotion as he continued to thrust inside her quaking body. “Fuck, Tess. Oh God, Tess.”

Ever so slowly the manic need ebbed until he was gliding into her with leisurely ease.

Trembling, he wrapped his arms around her and dragged her tight against his body, while still fully seated inside her wetness. One hand pressed her head to his so they sat chest to chest, cheek to cheek, bathing in the afterglow.

A few minutes passed and as Caleb drifted on a cloud of peaceful bliss, Tess abruptly jerked back in his arms. She touched her fingers to her neck and glanced down at the red drops staining the tips. Eyes narrowed she accused, “You bit me.”

Contemplating his options at this critical point in time, Caleb ran a tongue over his teeth, and tasted more of her tangy blood. A shudder of delight quivered down his spine. Tess was claimed, mated and marked as his now. All his. Logically, he knew a man couldn’t own a woman – even a joke about it would result in a slow and painful beheading – but, damn. His eyes fell to half-mast as he thought about having her every day for the rest of his life. Not just for the sex, though the fact that his cock was already primed for another round bespoke just how often that aspect of their relationship would occur. He also wanted to wake every morning with her wrapped in his arms, sit across the kitchen table and gaze into her beautiful face over every meal.

And yes, he couldn’t deny that he desperately wanted to see her belly swollen with his cubs.

He shifted his hands to cage her hips so she couldn’t withdraw to the other side of the cab. Then he pressed his lips to the cut on her cheek. Each mark enraged him anew, but he shoved it aside, for now. When he got a hold of the Kolter’s though, that would be a different story. No one laid paws on the woman he loved and got away with it. “Yes.” The flat statement seemed to surprise Tess, or maybe it was that he hadn’t offered any flimsy excuses. Her eyes widened. “Yes?” she asked in disbelief.

His fingers flinched as a flare of panic burned a hole in his chest. Relying on his instincts, he kept his tone nice and even, his words succinct. “Yes,” he reiterated, “I bit you.” She blinked in rising agitation, though Caleb noticed there was no real anger in her clear gaze, only confusion. “But, but…” she flustered.

Immeasurably pleased that she hadn’t tried to vacate his lap, he traced his thumbs over her ribcage in what he hoped was a soothing caress. “But?”

The sudden hard glint that entered her eyes forewarned him. “You didn’t ask permission.” Then she gave a short nod as if that was the end of it and he should apologize.

As if he would. Not only did he not regret marking her, he figured he’d been pretty damn patient and Tess needed to cut him some slack. “I only responded to what you said,” he retorted with a little more force than he intended.

Once again his words took her by surprise. “What I said? What could I have possibly said that would make you think I wanted you to mark me?”

His lips curved in a sensual smile, his voice husky in remembrance. “Right before you came you said I was yours.”

Her jaw dropped. “I was caught up in the heat of the moment,” she railed, though there was no heat in her tone. “I would have said anything.”

A burst of anger flared and he trapped her face in his hand, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Really? And would you have told me you loved me if you didn’t mean it?”
You damn well better say no.

As much as he ached to hear those three words from her lips, he sure as hell didn’t want them if she couldn’t mean it.

“N….”

“Sheriff, you there?” Caustic static filled the truck interior, cutting off Tess’s response.

Caleb squeezed his eyes shut against a bout of frustration. With a low growl he leaned forward and snatched up the speaker of the vehicle’s in-dash radio. “I’m here, Glenda,” he said, keeping his gaze on Tess.

“Sorry to bother you, Sheriff, but I’ve got Brandon on the land line. He says he’s been trying to reach you on the cell with no answer and it’s urgent he speak with you.” In an almost comical move, Caleb and Tess simultaneously glanced at the raised seat partition. Between the closed lid and the solid cushions, any noise coming from his phone would have been muffled. Add in their pre-occupation with other…physical matters and of course the phone went unanswered.

Quick to find humor in almost any situation, Caleb let out a snort of amusement, which nearly turned into a full blown belly laugh at Tess’s horrified glare. “Go ahead and patch him through.”

“Yes, sir. Just a moment, please,” came the efficient reply.

Tess shifted to remove herself from Caleb’s lap but he stayed her with one hand. “Hold on. You’ll get tangled in the cable.”

Tess looked at the cord that stretched across the seat in a coiled line. She could easily maneuver under or over it which made the comment more of a request than a demand. When she turned a raised brow in his direction he swore he could see the wheels of retribution circling behind her eyes. He cleared his throat as a sliver of unease settled over him at her silent acquiescence.

“We have a problem,” Brandon said without preamble.

What else is new?
He thought. “Now what?”

“Kyle’s gone.”

Caleb’s eyes turned hard. “What do you mean, ‘gone’? You were supposed to take him and his father to jail.” His voice rose as anger mounted. “That wasn’t a difficult request.”

“Do not shoot the messenger, bossman,” Brandon said in clipped tones. “I secured pops in the truck and then got distracted by Dean and the Bridgeton’s alpha showing up on each other’s heels. I had to explain about the tranqs as Scott accused us of killing the downed wolves, then I had to stop Dean from physically attacking Scott and starting a pack war. By the time everyone was calm again, Kyle was gone.”

Caleb roared out a string of oaths, causing Tess to flinch, which in turn caused her muscles to squeeze around his cock. He sucked in a shocked breath as lust ricochet through his body.

Tess noticed the reaction and an unholy gleam filled her eyes.

Tense, Caleb cleared his throat, again. “Where are you now?”

“Well, that’s the other thing. I stuffed Frank’s still unconscious furry ass in a cell and was just leaving when a call came in. It seems Sean Winters was coming home from a date and noticed the front door ajar on Matt West’s house. He called it in and Rusing went out to take a look. The place had been ransacked in a manner that indicated whoever did it was not only pissed, but had claws.”

“Un-fucking-believable.” Caleb shook his head. “Where’s West?”

“Uh, we don’t know. He wasn’t on the premises and there were no signs of a struggle, but he’s not answering his cell and his kin have no idea where he is.” Tess laid a hand on Caleb’s arm. “Have him check with Gina Williams.” Christ. Tess was right. With the preparations for the full moon, re-arranging schedules to accommodate sick deputies and the never-ending antics of craziness that always seemed to accompany this time of the month, Caleb never had a chance to pull on that particular thread. He relayed the request to Brandon, quickly explaining how Tess had learned of Gina’s involvement with the human.

“You may want to send a human cop though, preferably female to speak with her,” Tess added.

“Why’s that?” Caleb and Brandon both wanted to know.

“I think she had a run-in with Frank Kolter at some time and whatever happened put a really bad taste in her mouth for shifters. And if you’re going to question her romantic involvement with Matt, a woman comes across as more sympathetic.” Caleb waited a beat. “Call Karen in, Brandon. Explain the situation and have her go on out to Gina’s place tonight.”

“That’s what I was thinking. Great minds and all.”

Knowing Brandon referred to more than just work, like how Caleb’s reaction to Tess very closely mirrored Brandon’s own distracted responses when he met Tia, Caleb smiled in relief. But just to be ornery he briskly stated, “Then I guess I don’t need to tell you to secure the area. I’ll be there in about twenty to take a look.”

Brandon snorted. “Like I’m a rookie. Tess still with you?”

Caleb glanced down at their joined bodies, then back up at Tess’s face. Couldn’t she see how good they were with each other? Again, not just the sex, but the fact they’d been locked together as one this whole time without self-conscious thoughts or embarrassment. Didn’t she realize how at ease she’d become with him?

“Oh yeah.” His mouth curled in a wicked grin as he reached up to brush the pads of his fingers over a softly pouting nipple. “She’s right here.”