Things That Go Bump in the Night IV (2 page)

“Because I want so much from you.” His growl almost made her come.

Looking up she tried to respond, but her mouth had gone dry. She shivered, not so much from the cold, but more from the promise as to what his statement might mean.

He grabbed her rear end, smashing her against the throbbing length of his cock. “I want to claim every inch of you,” he whispered into the sensitive part of her neck.

Sandra thought she would pass out if he didn’t hurry and stop the throbbing pain that threatened to take over her entire body.

8

Blue Moon

“What are you waiting for?” She couldn’t believe the brazen suggestion had just escaped her lips.

9

Lorie O’Clare

Ralph could tell her what he was waiting for. But he knew she wasn’t ready to hear it. He would have to show her. And that would take time.

Sandy tried to be bold with him. But he saw through her, saw her nervousness, her untamed lust. No. She wasn’t ready to hear the answer.

“I’m not waiting.” He had waited long enough. She was here in his arms, where she belonged. “But I will take my time.”

Her sigh about undid him, the pain in his throbbing cock making it hard to focus.

“If I didn’t know better I would say you have a plan.” Her delicate fingers ran over his shoulders, her touch sizzling his skin.

“Yes. I do.” He wouldn’t lie to her.

And that trusting gaze that looked up at him, searching for more answers but not questioning him, told him that he’d judged Sandy accurately. She was aching to be taken, molded, offered what she’d never experienced before.

Her green eyes widened, wondering. But she didn’t say anything else. He didn’t doubt his comments made her a bit nervous. He’d anticipated that. For months he’d watched Sandy, made sure she was safe, and that none of the strays bothered her. He made especially sure of that last one.

Ethan, his pack leader, had told him a bit about her. Sandy’s grown daughter, Beth, who was mouthy and needed a tight leash, proved a challenge Ethan seemed to enjoy.

How Sandy had managed to raise her, he wasn’t sure. Sandy wasn’t a thing like her daughter. Petite and thin were the only traits mother and daughter had in common.

Sandy didn’t want to run the show. She kept to herself, managed her own affairs and helped out when the pack needed her. But when approached by anyone personally, to attend pack functions, socialize, Sandy stayed home in her den. Being told he had plans for her put her on edge.

“You have my curiosity piqued,” she said, a bit quieter, no longer leaning into him.

“I’ll follow you home.” He guessed she was ready to go.

Just letting her know that he’d created a strategy to make her his own was enough for this evening. If she even figured out that was his plan. If not, she would know soon enough. Ralph had waited long enough to make Sandy his.

Sandy ran her tongue over her lips, the small movement making his cock dance in his jeans. A pressure that bordered on pain would have to be suppressed for tonight. He would have her, but only when she asked for him. He didn’t anticipate that happening this evening.

10

Blue Moon

She took a step backward, nodding, and ran her fingers through her shoulder-length brown hair. Usually she pulled it back in a small ponytail, giving her a girlish look. But after running with the pack it fell free around her face, adding to her sultry air.

Her car had a new smell to it when he opened her door for her. He stood watch while she slipped into her jeans and T-shirt. When she bent over to slip her shoes on her feet, the curve of her ass made him wish he could enjoy the view without her jeans.

What a perfectly rounded ass. Her legs were thin, muscular, and her jeans clung to her.

He looked forward to gripping her, spreading her wide so he could see her sweet pussy and ass, exposed to him, ready to be fucked.

Sandy straightened, turning toward him to walk around her car. He noticed her hand shook when she put her keys in her ignition. Ralph waited until she had her car started before heading toward his truck.

Her sweet natural scent, something similar to honeysuckle with a touch of something more earthy, more untamed and sensual, clung to him, saturating through his skin. But he detected her nervousness, her fear. She didn’t know what to expect from him.

But he knew he had to stop once he saw her pull inside her garage, her garage door sliding down silently behind her car. Sandy’s smells clung to him, danced through his bloodstream. All he’d done was kiss her, touch her skin, but she’d kindled the fire already smoldering within him. And he couldn’t leave her alone.

“I knew you would knock.” She smiled when she answered her door, stepping to the side to allow him to enter.

Ralph sauntered into her den, closing the door behind him. Her place was simple.

She hadn’t lived here long enough to put her mark on it. The pack was still getting settled, and Sandy had been helping the older members get their dens in order. Her own place still lacked order and her own personal touch.

Her living room was nicely furnished. He could tell she’d moved the contents of a larger home into her smaller duplex where she lived now. The walls were bare though, and a box of pictures sat in the corner.

Walking through her place, he flipped on lights, glancing into each of the rooms.

Their pack leader had given her a two-bedroom duplex, more than likely so she would be able to put her daughter up when she came to visit.

“Are you looking for bad guys?” Sandy asked, a smirk on her face.

Ralph ran his hand over her bed, glancing at the pictures on her wall. Her bedroom seemed to be the only room she had completely decorated. Imagining what she did here alone every night caused a painful throb in his cock.

“A den says a lot about a werewolf.” He turned to face her, noting how relaxed she was in his presence. She didn’t fear him. That was a good thing.

“And what does my place say about me?” Her teasing expression didn’t change.

She crossed her arms, pressing her breasts together. He loved the view.

11

Lorie O’Clare

“You spend most of your time in your bedroom.” He watched her color flood her cheeks and approached her slowly. “What do you do alone in here?”

Sandy glanced past him, her scent changing along with her expression. “I’m sure I do the same things most people do in their bedrooms.”

She couldn’t look at him, her naturally sweet scent changing to something a bit more tart, like lemons.

“Show me your toys, Sandy.” He ran his hand over her shoulder, down her arm and then brushed over her breast, unable to keep himself from feeling her ripe nipple through her shirt, so hard it begged for his touch.

Sandy stepped away from him quickly, turning, leaving him alone in her room.

“It’s getting late,” she told him. “And I really appreciate your making sure that I’m safe.”

Ralph smiled, taking one last look around her bedroom before following her out, shutting the light off in her room as he left. He found her in her living room, looking around it with an almost desperate look while she rubbed her hands together.

“You will learn not to be shy around me,” he whispered into her hair.

She shivered. Her scent turned sensual, making him crave her, drawing the beast in him to the surface. Something primal rushed through him.

“I’m far from shy.” She laughed and turned to him, her eyes aglow when she smiled. “If I was, I wouldn’t have let you in.”

“I want more than invited into your den.” He couldn’t keep his hands off of her. For so long, he’d waited to touch her, learn her body, learn her mind. “I want to know you, what you like, what you enjoy.”

He cupped her face in his hands, running his fingers through her hair.

“That’s the impression that I got.” She made a nervous sound, almost a giggle, and her cheeks flushed an adorable rose color.

Her lips were moist, her mouth so hot. He kissed her, relishing how sweet she tasted. She responded, leaning into him while a mewling sound escaped her. His carnal side, darker than she imagined, aching to surface, forced a pressure through him making his cock throb painfully.

Wrapping his arms around her, he crushed her to him, letting her feel what she did to him. A shudder ran through her when he brushed his hand across her back, and then gripped her ass. She was in perfect shape, not an ounce of fat on her.

And he loved the taste of her. Releasing her mouth, he traced his tongue over her skin, nipping at the sensitive flesh on her neck.

“Ralph. Shit.” She dug into his shoulders with her hands, while her head fell back, offering herself to him.

If only she knew how much of her that he needed.

12

Blue Moon

Blood rushed through his veins. His heart pumped so quickly a ringing started in his ears. The urge to growl, allow the more primal side of him to surface sent a surge of electricity through him.

“Do you know how badly I want you?” he growled, barely able to prevent the change from taking over his body.

“I think so,” she gasped, clinging to him, her breasts smashed against his chest.

She teased him with her body more than she knew. Her reactions to him were natural, not trained. He loved how she hadn’t become immune to her feelings, jaded from too many relationships.

“I am going to make you want me that bad, too.” He needed her craving him, begging him to do what he would.

And he would enjoy bringing her to that point.

“Oh.” The one word came out on an exhale, sultry and willing.

He sensed her desire to learn, her eagerness to be molded. Sandy was everything he had known she would be while watching her. Untainted, almost like a fresh flower. He could make himself believe she had saved herself over the years for him.

But he wasn’t a fool. And he’d never been hung up on too many emotions. Sandy had hidden from the world ever since her mate died. He didn’t know the details. But her reason for not dating had nothing to do with him.

He caressed her ass, savored how soft and round it was, ran his fingers over the place he craved to run his tongue. That special spot where her ass curved right before her legs.

“Ralph,” she whispered, and leaned into him, stretching against him so that she could press her lips to his face. “It’s getting late.”

“It’s never too late, my dear.” He wanted to caress the tender skin at the bottom of her rear end just a bit longer.

And he ached to explore the rest of her, learn those special spots on her body that would make her melt. He wanted her to scream his name, beg him to do anything he wanted to her. But more than anything, he wanted to see the look in her eyes when she reached the edge, right before she toppled over and exploded for him.

“Ralph.” She said his name again, adjusting herself in his arms.

He knew she fought her own urges, that she had tried to push him away just now and failed.

She leaned against his arm while he caressed her. Her expression was so flushed, the need building in her. He could see it in her eyes, the way her mouth formed an adorable circle as she struggled to keep from breathing too quickly. Running his fingers over her lips, the heat from her almost burned through him. Her jawline was firm, her neck so slender and fragile.

Instructing her right now would make her balk. So he didn’t speak, just let her get accustomed to his touch. He ran his hands over her breasts, loving how firm they were.

13

Lorie O’Clare

Her nipples were so hard, so sensitive. She quivered, gasping when he pinched one of them through her shirt. His heart pulsed so hard in his cock he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand the pain.

“Lift your shirt for me, Sandy.” He had to see her breasts. He loved large nipples on a lady and he was sure Sandy’s would be a perfect mouthful.

“We shouldn’t.” She nibbled at her lip, searching his face while she hesitated.

“If I lift it I might tear it from your body.” He didn’t want to scare her, knew she wasn’t ready for everything he needed to give her. But with her in his arms like this, he could only hold back so much.

Sandy looked down, moving slightly backward while her hands moved to her shirt.

She moved so slowly he thought he would explode. More than anything he wanted to grab her hands, pin them behind her, and yank the material away from her, exposing her to him.

She raised her shirt, revealing her soft mounds. She didn’t wear a bra, but he had known that already. He guessed she had dressed simply in preparation for running with the pack tonight. Most of the times when he saw her, her attire was modest. Bra included.

“So perfect,” he murmured, knowing they would be.

Full and round, her breasts were more than a handful. And her nipples, a soft brown, large and puckered into hardened nubs. He cupped her breasts, her soft skin so warm against his touch. She cried out when he rubbed her nipples, the rich scent of her desire filling the air around them, mixing with his own lust, bringing a fever into his already tortured senses.

“Okay.” She backed away from him, pulling her shirt down quickly, and crossing her arms. A shield against him. “You need to leave now. It’s late.”

She didn’t look at him, but turned toward her front door.

He followed her. “I’ll stop by tomorrow. And when I do, I want to see your toys.”

She looked up at him quickly, a protest on her lips. But he gripped her jaw, preventing her from answering by kissing her. She didn’t stop him, didn’t try to push away. He knew he pushed her, but that was the only way he could get her to open up and give him everything he needed from her. And it was the only way she would be able to offer all to him she had suppressed for so many years.

“I…I don’t have anything too exciting.”

He smiled, acknowledging her acceptance of what would happen when he saw her again. “Then maybe I will bring you a gift.”

14

Blue Moon

Ralph didn’t tell Sandy what time he would be by that day. And she would not sit around waiting for him to show up. In fact, she wasn’t even sure she wanted him to come over. He’d been so demanding the night before, so sure of himself, and very confident in how she would react to him.