The Wolf Who Loved Her (5 page)

“Please,” she begged.

All of a sudden, he placed her on her shaky feet, kneeled down, parted her legs, and began to slurp up her arousal, all the while flicking her clit with his fingers. The feel of his mouth...the feel of his long tongue on her warm sex...she cried out in bliss. Her pussy, soaking wet, throbbed for release. She grabbed his shoulders to steady herself then shut her eyes as she felt his hot breath on the tender nerves of her clit. Her heart hammered. Her hands clenched. And her body split into a thousand little pieces as an intense climax overtook her. She came in a blinding white shock, the orgasm shaking her to her roots, until she was breathless, panting.

When it was over, she slumped against the wall, legs wide, palms flat against the cement. She sucked in a great gulp of air. Minutes of silence passed as she tried to regain her bearings.

Ian breathed heavily and stood. The taste of Joni’s sweet pussy blurred his concentration. Rubbing the outline of his rigid cock, he pulled her skirt down and smoothed out its wrinkles. Within minutes, he returned to his regular human form. “Let’s go,” he barked.

“But—”

“Come,” he guided her up the hill, “I cannot afford to let the others smell your scent. It may be beyond their control.” He led her through the park, unsure if he was speaking of the others, or himself.

Chapter Five

Tipped off that Terrance’s thugs were near, Ian hustled her back to her place and left with the others to go on a werehunt. Joni pounded her bed pillow, imagining she was knocking Ian upside the head. He could have at least fucked her before he left, she thought, kicking up the covers to free her feet. He could’ve at least taken the edge off.

She got up. Ate. Paced. Cursed the indifference of men and wolves.

At half past midnight, she found her favorite spell book and read a few spells out loud. It was something she always did to calm her temper, something she found comfort in throughout the years, even though the spells never worked. Sure enough, ten minutes in, her body relaxed.

She eventually fell asleep, images of Ian seared in her mind. Sometime in the middle of the night, she was awoken by a strange howl. Eyes heavy with sleep, she shuffled to the window and looked out. Her breathing rushed at the sight of a wolf. A big wolf. Ian. She’d know his midnight coat and sea green eyes anywhere. He sat beneath a lamp post, looking up at her. The eerie glow of the moonlight elongated the grace and power of his lithe body. Joni looked around. The streets were deserted; the drone from the nearby highway the only sounds.

What was he doing out there?

She remembered how fearful she’d been of him in the alley days ago. How desperate she’d been to escape. Now, she couldn’t get enough of the man. But why was he here? Why was he taunting her so late at night? Didn’t he know she needed him? Everything his sister had said had been the truth.

She didn’t know what came over her next, but suddenly she was disrobing in front of him, unhooking her lace gown from off her shoulders so that it slid down her curvy body and pooled at her feet. She pushed her panties down to her ankles. She was utterly, totally naked in front of him, and the thought made her feel outrageously good. She looked out the window, where he still sat except now his body was tense; his awareness sharpened.
Good
, she thought, satisfied. Who was the big bad wolf now? With a triumphant laugh, she touched herself, gently at first, taking her time exploring the sensitive flesh around her nipples and the delicate swell of her stomach. Then she moved lower, deeper, towards her dark folds.

At the sound of Ian’s guttural howl, she continued her ministrations, wanting to punish him for not seeing to her needs. Gathering her juices, she smeared the cream around her clit, and then shoved two fingers inside her sex, mimicking his earlier movements. Arching her ass, her breathing hitched. Sweat prickled her skin. She closed her eyes against the spikes of pure pleasure. When she opened them a minute later and stared out into the street, he was gone.

Furious, Joni cursed.

She had no time to contemplate ripping into him because suddenly someone was pounding against her door. Screeching, she yanked her slip up and fumbled towards the landing. She peered down the stairwell that led to the bookstore.

“Who is it?”

“Open up.”

Joni took a nervous step down.
Ian.
Had she pushed him too far?

“What do you want?”

“Open...up.”

“Oh, now you have time for me, huh?”

“Open...up.”

“Whatcha gonna do if I don’t?”

“Joni.”

Amused that her actions had ticked him off, she grinned, and made her way down the stairwell as happy as a cat in cream. She opened the pad locked doors, ready to give him the tongue lashing he deserved, but barely had time to catch her breath. For he was holding her, closing the door behind them, and pushing her onto the stairwell. Still dressed in her lacy PJs, she screeched when he placed a big hand on the collar and ripped the delicate material to shreds. When she tried to cover up, he held her wrist gently above her, feasting on her nipples.

“Ian,” she gasped, spirals of pleasure chilling her skin.

He’d come for her. He’d needed her.

She watched, transfixed, as he lapped her nipples feverishly, groaning throaty sounds that made her sex spasm with desire. He was fine, this man. From his tousled locks to his sculpted body, he was pure man, and he was hers. Her eyes slid down his physique, halting at the realization that he was naked. His thick, pink cock angled so high that it touched his lower belly. Lost in admiration, she stared for several blissful moments. Then she wrapped her fingers around the massive flesh just before he morphed and changed as he’d done in the park, his features growing longer, harsher, his hair lengthening, his body more muscled.

“Don’t test me,” he choked.

She gripped his member harder, her temper flaring. A woman like her, horny as hell, didn’t do well with orders.

With a strangled breath, he gathered her up and carried her up the stairs where he plopped her onto the bed.

A laugh escaped her. “Can’t handle it, doggie?”

A sexy grin was his only reply.

Ian settled above his mate, trying to calm the beast. The sight of her naked flesh in the window had ruined his concentration. Didn’t she know the dangers of testing a wolf? After the disappointment of losing Terrance’s thugs in a club, he hadn’t been in the best of moods. Her brazen display had only set him off.

Swearing, he studied the clouded look of desire on her face. She was his. His mate. His family’s suspicions had been true. How could he have denied it?

“Joni, if we do this—”

“I know, Ian.”

“Are you sure?”

“I want to be shackled up to you forever.”

At the words, he wanted to pinch himself. Surely this had to be a dream. Surely this woman belonged to someone else.
No
, he thought with pride,
she’s yours
. He kissed her gently and wondered at it all. Then he positioned his cock close to her sex.

“I’m sorry, love,” he whispered, glancing at the thick, gnarled veins of his engorged cock. “This will hurt a bit.”

With a rough growl, he plunged inside of her, aiming for her sweet spot, sucking in a moan. God, she felt good. Her tightness suctioned his dick perfectly. It all felt too damned right. When a startled sound came from her, he kissed her forehead, murmured hushed sounds in her ear, knowing that if he didn’t take it easy, he’d be too much for her. Seated inside of her, he waited, sensing her need to adjust to his size.

After a minute, she nudged him closer. Licked his ear in a silent request to continue. Happy to oblige, he worked his flesh deeper, closer, rejoicing in the feel of her sweet pussy and the small feminine sounds she made as she clawed his back. Then she squeezed his ass, urging him to go faster, harder. His beast could take no more. As if possessed, he pounded into her, to the hilt, eliciting a shocked gasp from her...then a long satisfied moan. Wildly encouraged, he jammed his cock high and deep, over and over again, hard and fast, giving her what she asked.

“Fuck,” he hissed, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Her pussy was made for him. A perfect fit. Sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth, he groaned happily. The sheets slipped away. The bed croaked in warning. Absently, he wondered if the structure would hold his weight, and quickly realized he didn’t care. He was a goner. Fuck the bed. Fuck the room. Fuck the entire place. It could burn to hell for all he cared. He’d still be with his mate. He gulped for air as his beast purred in delight. Then stared at her, amazed. She was having sex with a brute creature, the wild thing that lived inside of him, and she was loving it. He split her dark folds with his big red cock, thrilled.

Beyond words, Joni gripped Ian’s muscular shoulders. Her entire body focused on one thing: the shaft pounding her pussy. Just when she thought she could take no more, the man up’d and surprised her by giving her sensation after sensation. She bit his neck, loving the feel of his long thick dick inside of her. As hard as lead.

She hooked her ankles around his back, egging him on, as shivers ran down her spine. Her muscles clenched in warning. Sucking in a shallow breath, she clung to him, nearing climax. Damn. He was punishing her. She should’ve known not to tease him. Suddenly a white hot tremor overtook her, carrying her to the best orgasm of her life. She jerked. Screamed. Gripped him desperately while her pussy muscles spiraled to new heights. A minute later, she fell back to earth, as light as a feather. At the same time, a curse, long and comprehensive, ripped from Ian’s throat as he jerked wildly and emptied jets of cum inside of her. It seemed to go on forever as a purple light hung around him like a halo. He finally collapsed to her side and gathered her in his arms.

Curious, she reached down and touched her sex, marveling at the amount of sperm around her opening.

“What on earth was that?”

“Just a little something that comes with the package.”

“Damn, you’re hot.”

He smiled at the words, while she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her mind whirled. Nice sweet girls like her did not have nasty, raunchy, butt-naked sex.
Yeah they do, honey!

At the thought, her body suddenly became feverish. She needed more. What was happening to her? With a soulful moan, she pulled a fistful of his hair.

“Ian, I need...”

He hushed her with kiss. “It’s okay. I know.”

She punched him in the arm. “I’ve been craving your ass the whole damn night! It ain’t fair!”

He rained kisses on her face then placed her on top of him.

“Ride,” was all he said before plunging her down onto his magnificent cock, already hard again. At the feel of the massive flesh stretching her, she grabbed his biceps and held on for the dear life. Sparks raced down her nerves as her breathing quickened. She switched angles, smashing her clit against his root, taking him deeper within her core, loving how his cock flexed inside of her. Heavens, it felt amazing. When her sex could take no more and clamped down in convulsions, another burst of hot cum exploded from his cock and trailed down her thighs. Joni closed her eyes, exhausted. My God, she loved him. No man would ever compare. She let him gather her rubbery bones into his arms.

“Sleep,” he said softly. “You need your rest for round three.”

Her eyes bulged. “Round three?”

“Yes.”

Damn the man. A girl could only take so much.

Chapter Six

Early the next morning, Joni shuffled downstairs, careful not to wake Ian. After a passionate night of lovemaking, the man needed his beauty sleep. She chuckled, not quite believing
she
had the strength to get out of the bed. If anyone needed recovery time, it was her, not the wolf who loved her. Last time she checked, she was the weak human. Laughing at her thoughts, she walked through her bookstore and waited for the newspaper delivery man as was her routine every Sunday. As she walked through the aisles, she eyed her new inventory. Thanks to Ian, she’d be okay for another year, perhaps longer. A smile hovered across her lips. Sure, the man was bossy and arrogant at times, but he was also kind. And kindness was a plus in her book.

She sighed, staring out the window.

When she saw the newspaper vehicle pull into the loading dock, she unlocked the hatch to greet the man she’d befriended throughout the years, already deciding where she wanted to post the papers in her store. Heavy with thoughts, she did not notice that the man was not her familiar newspaper vendor. A large hand smashed against her mouth.

“Got you now,” he hissed, whisking her away.

****

Ian slammed his fists against the wall outside the bookstore and eyed his pack. Close to the edge, he shook with a violent temper, ready to kill.

“You were supposed to be guarding the damn shop,” he spat, advancing slowly.

One of them spoke without looking him in the eye. “We apologize, Alpha. A truck blocked the entrance. We think they might have used that as a cover-up.”

Ian grimaced. All week they had watched her and in the span of a minute she was gone. Just like that.

“A truck? My mate is in the hands of those werenuts because of a fucking truck?”

His pack lowered their heads in submission.

Ian clenched his fists. If he hadn’t overslept, this wouldn’t have happened. How could he be so foolish? An image of Joni’s mauled body suddenly entered his mind. He’d only just found her. He would not lose her now. Not to demented thugs that had plagued him and his clan members for far too long.

He sucked in a gulp of air and tried to rein his temper, remembering the dangers of shifting in public. But his beast howled and moaned for his mate, refusing to cooperate. On the verge of exploding, a calming voice announced itself.

“I know where they took her, Alpha.”

His head whipped around and locked gazes with Garth. Remembering that the man was one of his best trackers, he grabbed him by the collar, and snarled. “Where?”