Undeniable (5 page)

Was that it? Was he a
werewolf
? If he was and the men who followed him were cut from the same pelt, then they were a species of
were
she'd never encountered before. Those she'd observed appeared to prefer their wolves' coats. The longer they lived past their first shift, the more they craved the call of the wild.

But these men appeared too organized and comfortable in their human bodies.

Well, there was only one way to be sure, but how the hell was she going to get silver inside his body? Every person who stepped on Sanctuary was tested before entering. Could she wait that long and risk bringing the enemy to the gate?

His cock stirred inside her, reminding her of its delicious bite when fully erect. He'd worked his monstrous cock inside her slowly, crowding past her entrance, stroking so deep he'd banged against the mouth of her womb.

Her channel was already melting around him again, and she stiffened her back, fighting the urge to let him fuck her one more time. So far, only her pussy had experienced any penetration—her skin hadn't suffered so much as a scratch. A woman couldn't be turned by fucking.

But she could be if she angered him enough to bite her. How could she test him?

Draped over the sofa, her belt buckle dug into her hip. It was a turquoise and silver conch, and the prong on the back was sharp. She'd used it before, but it wouldn't penetrate deep enough to kill him if he was a
were
. So how could she stick him and make it appear an accident?

She needed him relaxed, compliant—unsuspecting. There was only one way that came to mind.

Hell
. Was she just looking for an excuse to have sex with him again? Was her mind still so muddled with his spicy scent and the fullness that even now stretched her inner walls? She could hardly think past the delicious ache.

She needed a distraction—for him and her.

“Ty,” she said softly.

“Mmm?” he murmured against her shoulder.

“I think these jeans are cutting off my circulation. I need to get them off.”

He groaned, but lifted from her body, pulling out his cock slowly, but not before he glided back in one more time as though he hated leaving her.

Awkwardly, she rose and faced him, dismayed to find him pulling up his pants. “Um…I thought…”

He looked back at her, one eyebrow raised.

“But I was kinda hoping…”

A smile lifted one corner of his mouth. “I need a little time to recuperate, sweetheart.”

Feeling a blush of mortification heat her face, she cleared her throat. “I was hoping I might help you with that.”

Both eyebrows rose. “I see.” He glanced at the door and lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck. Then he gave her a narrowed glance that dropped to her breasts and back up to her gaze. “I guess we have a little more time.”

She toed off her boots and hurriedly pushed her jeans the rest of the way down her legs, afraid he'd change his mind.

He stared as she finished undressing, his gaze zeroing in on her pussy.

Shifting apart her legs, she let him see the fluid dripping down her thighs. Seduction wasn't a skill she'd ever acquired, and she hoped she didn't look like a fool as she settled a hand on one hip and trailed the other up her belly to cup a tiny breast.

She knew she had to look like a half-grown girl—all angles and slight curves. Perhaps she wouldn't appeal to him at all now that he could see every one of her flaws.

But his jaw tightened as he watched her play with her tit, and his hand adjusted his cock inside his pants. She was further emboldened by the flush that lit his cheeks and the quickening of his breaths.

His hands dropped to the waistband of his jeans and he slowly unbuttoned them.

This time she was the one who couldn't look away as the widening placket opened to reveal his straining cock.

When she dragged her gaze up to his, her body started quivering at the smoldering intent she read in his expression. Taking a deep breath, she nonchalantly tossed her blue jeans to the sofa, careful that the buckle landed on top.

He continued the unaffected, but sexy striptease, tugging down his zipper and gripping his pants to shove them down his thickly muscled thighs.

With his cock lifting from a thatch of dark curls and still semi-erect, her mouth went dry. Lord, he was beautiful. And the part of him that proclaimed him all male was especially so.

His long shaft was thick and straight. The skin stretched around it had a satiny sheen. The plump head was purplish, and all along the shaft were ridged veins that stood out against his flesh like those mapping his muscled arms.

Kate shook herself from her momentary awe and licked her lips, trying to decide how best to seduce him. She had a job to do, but her body certainly didn't view it as work. It creamed with pleasure.

She stepped toward him in her bare feet and realized that even at five foot ten, the top of her head could snuggle beneath his chin. Never before had she felt this overwhelmed by a man's height and breadth. She lifted a hand to the back of his head and pulled down his face for what might be their last kiss.

His mouth slid over hers, his lips sucking her lower lip between his teeth to nibble. Lord, she loved the way he transformed a kiss into a purely sexual act that reminded her of every place he'd already nibbled and sucked. However, she couldn't surrender to his seduction. She needed to be in charge this time.

Her hands pushed against his chest and he relented, letting her step away.

She gave him an uncertain glance, noting the tautness of his jaw and the heat burning across his sharp-bladed cheekbones. Before she lost her nerve, she dropped to her knees in front of him and pushed down his jeans past his ankles.

He stepped out of them, and she stared at his feet for a long moment, willing herself to remember what she had to do. Then she turned her face upward.

Her cheek grazed his shaft, and he sucked in a deep breath.

So he likes that.

This time, deliberately, she rubbed her cheek up and down his shaft, then sifted her hair along it. Already she noted the changes in his cock as it filled, hardening, stiffening, straightening until it raised high against his belly.

The satiny appearance of the skin didn't deceive—she closed her eyes as she caressed him with her face, breathing in his musky come-drenched scent. But it was the steely strength beneath that drew her lips to finally skim her mouth along his length, sucking softly as she made her way up one side then down the other.

Down to his balls. She cupped the heavy sac and rolled it in her palm, testing the weight. Tugging it gently, she smiled as she forced a gasp from him. She knew she was on the right track when his fingers threaded through her hair. He didn't force her direction, but the changing tension in his fingertips told her what pleased him most.

So she experimented, lifting the sac to lick behind his balls, suctioning on the soft, taut skin behind his scrotum.

His legs braced wider apart and his thighs bulged as she scraped her fingertips up the inside of his legs. “Kate,” he whispered.

She lapped his balls with the flat of her tongue over and over until a groan slid from his throat. Only then did she relent, sucking one hard stone inside her mouth.

“Christ, Kate!” His curved fingers bit her scalp.

With hers skimming his shaft, she tugged the ball with her lips while tonguing it inside her mouth. When she released it, she scooped both balls into the cavern of her mouth, earning a trembling that shook his thighs.

As much as she would have loved laving his balls longer, her own body urged her to hurry. Moisture trickled between her thighs and her nipples hardened like diamonds, aching for his touch.

She moved up his shaft until she reached the head and opened her mouth wide to take it inside. Here, resilient softness responded to the pleasuring of her tongue. She rose on her knees to take the plum-shaped crown into her mouth.

Placing both of her hands at the base of his cock, one atop the other, she stroked upward to meet her mouth as she went down on him, squeezing her hands hard around him while suctioning the cap.

Sam had showed her what pleased him, and she was glad the lesson translated so well to Ty. If she felt a moment's guilt for her enjoyment, she reminded herself, she'd never promised Sam a thing.

She chewed softly around the head of his crown and sucked again, pumping her hands on his shaft up and down, up and down.

“Kate, stop! Stop,” he groaned.

Kate ignored him, not relinquishing her hold on his cock.

His hands slipped behind her nape and he pushed her further down to take him deeper. His hips flexed, driving him against the back of her throat.

She gagged softly, and then relaxed the muscles of her throat, to take him deeper, loving his helpless moans, but this wasn't going to get him closer to the sofa and her belt buckle.

She pulled back and lifted her chin to the sofa. “I want to fuck you, Ty. I want to ride.”

He stared down, his chest and arms clenched, his breaths flaring his nostrils.

“Sit on the couch. I'm gonna climb on top of you.”

He did as she asked, sitting with his thighs splayed to make room for his balls, and he held open his arms.

She stepped between his legs, and then leaned to grab his shoulders as she climbed one knee at a time onto the couch. With his arms closing around her, she slowly straddled his hips, gasping when the ridge of his cock slid against her slick heat. She knelt, keeping high enough to feel the head of his cock nudge between her legs.

Ty latched onto one of her breasts, biting a nipple with enough force to set her trembling.

Her hands clutched the back of his head, urging him to suckle. Then she reached down between them and grasped the end of his cock and guided it to her entrance.

With one of his hands palming her tiny breast and the other clutching one cheek of her bottom, he helped her slowly sink toward his lap.

She circled to screw him inside, pressing downward then rising, pumping up and down to create the moisture and friction that would ease a deeper penetration. He was big, and her already tender inner tissues ached and burned. So she screwed him slowly until a wash of desire coated her walls, and she was able to take him deeper, her thighs straining, burning as she worked.

He let go of her nipple and both hands settled on her ass to help her lift and sink—deeper each time. He kissed her cheek and nuzzled her ear. “Baby, you have no idea how good this feels.”

A final twist and her pussy met the root of his cock.

She paused, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She rolled her forehead against his, keeping her eyes shut tight. “And you don't know how full I feel—how…”

“Complete?” he whispered.

Kate nodded and opened her eyes.

His face was dark and tense—the same smoldering look he'd given her before that created a momentary thrill of fear. That look also ignited the hottest lust she'd ever known.

She leaned toward him and took his mouth in a wide-open kiss. Their tongues stabbed at each other, and their hands gripped and squeezed whatever they could reach.

His hands squeezed her ass in a bruising grip, grinding her hips forward and back so the crisp hairs of his groin scraped her delicate clit.

She moaned into his mouth and lifted again—up and down, harder, sharper. Her movements came faster, almost frenzied. The pressure inside her so great, the friction so hot, she couldn't control herself. She panted into his mouth and her arms wound around his neck as she fucked him harder.

Then she was there—the blackness overwhelming her for a moment. She threw back her head and cried out as she rode his cock—now painfully hard and thick—her strokes pounding against his groin as she fed her ever-broadening orgasm.

Her cries strangled in her throat as she was cast over the edge.

Ty held her until the trembling subsided. Her cheek was pressed to his shoulder as his hands stroked over her back, and she realized he was still hard as a rock inside her.

She lifted her head. “I'm sorry. I couldn't wait for you.”

He snorted. “It was worth the show. But I thought you were doing me.”

“I was. Sorry.” She leaned back and grinned ruefully. “Give me a chance to catch my breath.”

He kissed her lips, just a quick smack and grinned again. “Anytime you want, sweetheart, you can ride me like a bronc—take your pleasure off my cock.”

Blushing, she laid her cheek back on his shoulder and found herself staring at her buckle nestled on top of her jeans. Christ, it was now or never.

She hated to ruin the mood and possibly incite him into violence, but she had to know. She reached over and grabbed it.

As his hand smoothed over her thigh, she jabbed the prong deep into the top of his hand.

He jerked away his hand. “What the fuck?” he said, between gritted teeth. “You trying to stab me to death with your belt buckle?” Ty's hand shot out and closed hard around hers, turning it to see what she clutched inside her palm, noting the blood on the prong of the buckle.

When his glare lifted to her wide-eyed gaze, he said, “If I'd been a fucking werewolf, what would you do right now?”

She lifted her shoulders in a shrug, pretending she wasn't afraid. “I hadn't really thought that far ahead.”

His eyes narrowed and then he held out his hand. “Take a look. Satisfied? Not even a welt.”

The bloody wound looked angry, but the skin around it showed no signs of allergic reaction. Her cheeks heated guiltily. “Well, I couldn't risk bringing you onto the ranch without knowing for sure.”

“I understand that,” he bit out, his face growing darker. “But you took a risk I'm not willing to forgive.”

Impaled as she was on his body, she couldn't exactly make a run for it, so she stayed silent, not wanting to incite him further.

“If I'd been a wolf, right about now, I'd be ripping your throat out. Did you even consider that?”