Treeland Pack Tales 3: A Trace of Ivy (15 page)

Chet shoved his useless pride out of the way and pulled lube
out of his goodie drawer. He squeezed the cool gel on the base of his erection,
letting his body heat warm the liquid before spreading it down his shaft and
around the rim of her core. Her plump clit emerged from its delicate hood,
blushing like a miniature Honeycrisp apple. While he was there, he teased the
small pebble of need and preened at the moans of her arousal. Just rubbing her
satisfied him more than blasting his seed into any other female ever had.

She’d already shown signs of possessiveness toward him that
he found thrilling. So he wisely refrained from sharing his passing thought
about former lovers—never a good idea to compare females. Especially not while
the drum of her heels urged him closer.

A frown puckered her brow, and she tilted her hips as he
inhaled a peppery nip of pain. He eased away from the heaven of her silken
pussy. “I’m hurting you.”

Ivy dug into his buttocks, encouraging him to move closer.
“Just a little burn. Trust me the pain is the utterly wonderful kind.”

In spite of her reassurance, he didn’t pump back into her
sore slit. He coated two fingers with lube and worked one into her hot passage,
keeping his thumb circling her engorged clit. Her swollen inner walls milked
the thick digit. Carefully he inserted the second finger and gently stroked in
and out of the tight channel. He added a small scissor motion, scraping the
pads of his fingers over the ridge of her G-spot.

“Chet,” Ivy cried out, wriggling against his fingers.

Hot honey gushed from her core. He took her mouth in a
fierce kiss, removed his hand, and grasped her jerking hips, holding her
steady. He arrowed his cock straight for her cunt and slid into the taut ring
of her feminine muscles without a whiff of pain.

A half groan, half whimper of need from her sweet mouth
pulled him deeper.

They both sighed when his shaft hilted against her mons.

His bonding scent thickened the air.

Ivy wound her arms around his neck and tugged. He lowered
his head slowly, savoring her delicious fragrance, the sizzling connection
between her cunt and his cock. Then he slanted his mouth over hers. The kiss
sealed an almost-full-body contact. He swiveled his hips, and every muscle he
had rippled, rubbing him and his scent mark all over Ivy.

“More,” she breathed against his lips.

His shaft swelled at her plea. He pleased them both by
repeating the shoulder-to-toes stroke.

She melted into him, cradling his hardness with her delicate
softness. Her channel tightened around his rod, giving him an exquisite massage
from his cockhead to his root. That move caused his balls to tighten, blasting
a release up his cock.

His stubborn pride came back to life, and he gritted to hold
on for her. “Come with me.”

“Oh my God…Chet.” She squealed his name.

Her instant obedience stripped the last strand of his
control. He pumped into the tight fist of her silken grasp once, twice, and a
third time, then erupted in long spurts of hot cum.

Her hips spasmed against his groin, and a gratifying shriek
of her pleasure kissed his ears.

He came so hard he saw twinkling lights, yet he was still as
stiff as a flagpole. Thrilled with his boomerang dick, he blessed the goddess
and her bonding hormones for keeping him ready to service his lady.

“Someday, I’d like to make love to you in a bed, and in the
meadow grass under a full moon, and in a mossy glade, and—”

Ivy covered his lips with her finger. “Shh, I’m praying.”

“Praying?”

“Yes, giving thanks for you, actually.”

The sappy grin was back stretching his mouth from ear to
ear. “Yeah?”

“Definitely.” She nipped his chin lightly. “Now I think you
better let me get down while there’s hope I can still walk.”

“I’ll carry you.” He lifted her, snuggling her against his
chest.

Ivy chortled, a joyous sound he needed to hear much more
often. “Carrying me is fine in the apartment. Not so fine when I need to meet
your pack.”

“They’ll understand, or I’ll rip their stupid heads off,” he
growled, aware he shouldn’t behead pack members, but if anyone hurt Ivy, then
they best look to their lives.

She sighed, but her glowing eyes held sparkles of sheer
delight. “Oh good. I’m so glad you’ve decided to be a nice, reasonable male.”

“Watch that sass. Newly bonded males can’t handle much
teasing.” He aimed his best enforcer glare at her.

“Except from their mates.” She nipped his chin, making him
want to ram back into her sweet cunt for another hour or three.

His turn to sigh. “True.”

She leaned up and swiped her tongue over the small injury on
his chin. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe from all the other females.”

And he would protect her from everyone, pack law be damned.

A familiar chime interrupted their banter.

“My clothes.” Ivy yanked on Chet’s robe and started toward
the entrance, straightening the sash as she crossed the room.

Chet, still naked, blew past her and stopped square in her
path.

“What?”

He glowered. “I’ll get the door.”

“Don’t be silly.” She waved for him to step aside. “At least
I’m covered.”

“Nothing silly about it. Keeping you safe is my most
important job.”

IVY STARED AT Chet for a long moment, gauging how serious he
was. His harsh expression had no give at all. Her wolf really liked it when he
got unreasonable and masterful. She sighed again and turned away. “You might
want to throw on some pants and your arsenal if you truly think monsters rang
the bell.”

She didn’t spoil her exit speech by peeking over her
shoulder.

Half a second later, just when she’d started jonesing for
Chet, he streaked by, dragging her with him back into the spacious bedroom.

He flapped his jeans to straighten the legs, then pulled
them on and buttoned the fly, leaving the waist undone.

As he worked at fastening his pants, the muscles in his
forearms bunched and rippled, totally distracting her. Once he’d finished, she
ogled the tender skin between his hip bone and belly. She was mesmerized by the
dark trail of hair that arrowed down his cut abs and disappeared behind the
bulging fly of faded denim. Silly to get hypnotized by his half-clad body, when
she knew exactly how spectacular his thick erection looked and felt. She was
definitely interested. Still, she needed a little break before she was ready
for more lovemaking. She hadn’t gotten to taste him though. Right at that
moment, this seemed like a terrible oversight. At least she could still enjoy
watching all that lean, mean maleness on display.

“Quit looking at me like that, or you’ll be going to pack
headquarters in my robe.” He shrugged back on the leather jacket that clanked.

She was too focused on him to waste time wondering what kind
of hardware his pockets held. She licked lips gone suddenly dry, and this time
the arid reaction wasn’t from fear. “I could wear Scarlet’s leggings.”

“After buying half of Newman and Porter’s designer stock?”
He arched an eyebrow.

Cheeks burning at the direction her thoughts had taken, she
dropped her lashes. “I’m paying you back for the clothes.”

He undid the robe’s tie, then lifted her so they were chest
to breast and rubbed her head with his chin, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I
want to take care of you. Please let me give you this small present.”

After he set her back on her feet, she darted a peek, ready
to argue that a new wardrobe was not a little gift. Chet was gone. For a big
male, he moved with scary stealth when he chose. Yet he was so gentle with her
that she kept forgetting he was a deadly predator.

Apparently, so was she. The idea was so ludicrous, she
smothered a giggle. Her inner wolfie huffed in offense.

Chet returned nearly hidden by a mountain of boxes. He
tossed them on the bed, spun on his heel, and disappeared. Less than a minute
later, he wheeled in a rack of women’s wear. He stripped off his leather coat
and dropped it before shoving aside packages to make room. After he’d piled the
pillows, he stretched out on his back. His long legs were crossed at the ankle,
and his hands stacked behind his head. “I want to see everything. Start
modeling.”

She hardly looked her best, but that didn’t seem to matter
with Chet’s gaze burning holes right through any barriers she had left.

Scarlet had mentioned shifting eliminated modesty. Chet
seemed to have the same effect on her. He’d already seen everything she had and
all that she lacked. Coy seemed fairly pointless. Or perhaps it was her inner
wolf’s influence and having his intoxicating scent coating her inside and out
that gave her confidence an extra sexy boost.

She shrugged out of the robe and hung it on the bathroom
door.

Chet lifted his torso for a better view. “Stop right there.
Nothing in those boxes is going to be more beautiful than your skin.”

“Thanks, but I’m definitely not going naked.”

“Good point.” He leaned back to enjoy the show.

She popped lids off boxes and stacked the flatter lingerie
cartons until she found the green lace set she intended to wear that evening.
“What time is it?”

“Damn near time for a snack.”

“Seriously,” she reproved him, secretly thinking Italian
sounded yummy.

“I was serious,” he grumbled and dug out his cell phone.
“One p.m., forget the snack, it’s time for lunch, how do you feel about pizza?”

“Awesome choice.” Her wolfie all but drooled. Good to know
the inner bitch shared her weaknesses for this hot male and spicy food.

He began calling before her words died.

She turned away, stepped into the panties, and then shimmied
into her bra.

Chet finished his call. “Turn around, please.”

His guttural command ending in that contradictory, courtly
“please” never failed to thrill her. Still, she took her time obeying. When
she’d rotated completely and finally faced him, the smoldering heat in his gaze
promised deliciously naughty deeds, fueling the arousal simmering in her veins.
“As much as I’d like to take you up on the invitation written on your face, I’m
still a tiny bit sore, so I won’t. Besides, I need to shower.”

“Please skip it. I love my scent on you.”

“Okay, only because you smell utterly delicious.”

“Pizza won’t be here for another twenty minutes. How about
you try on more lingerie?” Chet arched a suggestive brow.

“One more set, and then I’m getting dressed.”

“Of course.” He acquiesced and then totally spoiled his
urbane pose by wolf whistling at her sheer mahogany bra and panties.

The male was totally smooth on the outside and so naughty in
private, he brought out a side of her that she barely recognized but liked a
whole lot. A flicker of sadness that Kat and Tess weren’t free to find the same
pleasure pinched her heart. There was nothing she could do right this minute,
but her friends were never far from her thoughts. They would approve of Chet.

He was her perfect match. Why was she trying to resist her
destiny? Her wolfie loved him, and she was falling fast. Her heart stuttered as
the ramifications of her realization clicked into place. Her lips tilted up of
their own accord.

“Is the smile because you’re thinking about me?” The deep
rumble—almost a purr—told her the idea pleased him.

“Uh-huh.” Icy control kept her tone light, while her insides
whirled, flustered by the swirl of powerful new emotions. She angled to hide
her too-expressive face and reached for clothes. She tugged on soft brown jeans
that fit like they’d been made for her and topped them with a moss-colored
rolled-neck sweater thick enough to camouflage her perked nipples. A pair of
suede boots that almost matched the muted green top finished the outfit. The
low-heeled shoes were comfortable enough to run in, although scuffing their
shiny crimson soles would be criminal.

She glanced at Chet on her way to fix her tousled hair and
managed a casual tone. “A shirt would make you a smidgeon less distracting.”

When she returned from mane repair and maintenance, he’d
covered his broad chest with a fine-gauge black sweater. The material clung
lovingly to his thick pecs. Dressed, he looked nearly as good as he did in his
bronze skin. His bonding scent perfumed the air.

The chimes saved her from committing attempted assault with
lascivious intent.

* * * *

A few hours later, most of the meat lover’s special pizza
filled his belly and Ivy snuggled in his lap, Chet rested his chin on her silky
hair and followed his favorite Lakers battling the Pacers. He had muted the
game to listen to Ivy. After lunch she lapsed into drowsy silence. The only
sounds were their synchronized breathing and the steady lub-a-dub rhythm of twin
hearts. George fouled Hill. The big center took his free throws, making the
first. Chet inhaled his female’s sweet scent. His eyes drifted shut, and he
missed the second shot.

A bone-deep contentment filled him. With Ivy safe in his
arms, all was right with his world. He had lived a long time by human standards
and had fucked more females than he cared to recall. He had never experienced
making love until Ivy. Now that he had discovered the wonders of sex with a
true mate, he never wanted to leave home.

She stirred and then settled the slight weight of her bottom
against his hopeful cock. Taking care not to jostle his female, he used the
couch’s back as a fulcrum to lift high enough to ease his hips off the cushion
and to reposition the boys a bit more comfortably. Ivy burrowed her nose into
his chest. “What time are we supposed to be at headquarters?”

“About a half hour.”

“You are entirely too comfortable.” She uncoiled and left
his lap.

He stood, cupping a rounded hip to steady her.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” She shot him a smile that arrowed
into his mushy heart with a world of joy while she continued to move farther
away.