Wild Fire (Wilding Pack Wolves 5) - New Adult Paranormal Romance (13 page)

Her pretty face scrunched up, but she wasn’t trying to get away any more. “No,” she said tightly. “Well, that was part of it. But no. I just can’t… I can’t risk making love. Not until I…” She sucked in a breath. “Until I find a cure.”

“A cure?” His brain was shorting out again. What was she talking about?

“A cure for my white wolf.” She was all tensed up on his lap—naked and sexy as hell, but so locked up, she could have been wearing a three-piece suit for all she was open to him.

“You want to kill off your wolf?” He was aghast, and he couldn’t keep it out of his voice. “Why would you do that, Zo?” He couldn’t understand it—couldn’t wrap his brain around it—even though she’d told him how afraid she was of it. Because
holy shit
how would that even work?

Her fists curled up on her naked thighs. “I want to get rid of it so someday I can actually have
this.”
She opened her hands and gestured roughly to his body, half-naked and oh-so-ready for her…
still.
None of this slowing down and talking had tamed his erection in any way—in fact, his wolf was howling for him to claim her even more, now that she was so close.

He frowned, still grasping at understanding. “You want to get rid of your wolf so you can be with someone?” he tried.

She folded her arms across her chest, hiding her breasts.

His wolf objected strenuously to that.

“I know you probably won’t want me if I’m no longer a wolf,” she said, anger cutting through her words, “but someone might. Someone I could actually be with, without having to worry about—”

His wolf honed in on that. “Worry about what?”

“About having pups.”

His brain nearly blanked out again, but he recovered faster this time. “You don’t want to make love to me because you’re afraid we might have pups?” Did she not know that every male wolf over the age of thirteen knew how to keep that from happening?

Her shoulders slumped. “It’s more than that. I mean,
yes,
it’s that, but…” Her pretty face was tormented again.

He reached up to run a thumb along her cheek again. Then he kissed her, just because he couldn’t resist. Then again. And twice more. He had to force himself to stop, but when he did, she had softened her stance a little, and her eyes were back to that half-lidded look he knew meant she wanted him. As if the scent of her arousal didn’t tell him everything he needed to know.

“Tell me,” he commanded. “Tell me everything.”

She barely hesitated this time. “My wolf… she wants you. Badly. And that’s… dangerous for me. I can’t take the chance that… that I might succumb. That I might fall for you. And then I might accidentally get pregnant with pups and pass this curse on to my children. I just can’t let that happen.”

Ahh…
finally, it was all clicking in his brain. Not only that, he knew just what to do.

He pulled her close and kissed her softly again. “Did no one tell you, Zo? Every male wolf knows how to scent a woman, wolf or human. I can tell when you’re fertile and when you’re not. And I can say without equivocation that you’re damn hot and sexy… but not fertile. At least at the moment.”

“Really?” she asked, and there was a little of that spark in her eyes that he’d seen before—the curiosity that must drive all the research and crazy-smart thinking she did.

“Yes, really.” He smirked. “It’s especially easy to tell when you’re sitting naked on my lap.” He let his gaze drop to her sweet, sweet body. Man, he was dying to pick up where he left off just a minute ago.

“I guess… I didn’t have a mother, and my dad… well, it’s not the kind of thing we talk about.” She seemed embarrassed by this, and the last thing Troy wanted to discuss was
her father,
so a quick change in subject was definitely in order.

He kissed her again, lingering this time, and let his hand fall from her face, tracing a slow line down to her breast. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger—satisfaction coursed through him when it made her gasp, and her nipple hardened in his hand. That sensation of sizzling heat was back as well, every place they touched.

When he pulled back, his voice was husky with need. “This is just sex, Zoe. Not love. Not mating. Just fucking hot and sexy sex. Because you’re driving me mad, and I need to be inside you like I need air to breathe.”

He could hear her breathing kick up a notch. The delicate skin of her chest flushed with the heat he could feel under his fingertips.

“You’re absolutely sure…” Her voice was breathy, too, and it was killing him.

“Positive.” He grasped her breast harder, loving how she leaned into it. He ducked his head to whisper in her ear while he caressed his way down the soft skin of her belly. “Let me be your first time,” he whispered. “Let me in. I promise I won’t ask anything more… unless you want to give it.”

He could tell the exact moment she gave in—she pulled away from his whispering, took his face in both hands, and kissed him thoroughly.

Zoe was going to do it.

It was insane, but she was going to let Troy make love to her. Or have sex with her.
Whatever.
She was going to give into this crying need in her wolf and her body and, it felt like, her very soul—to kiss him, to touch him, and to let him get closer to her than any man had before.

His groan of pleasure when she kissed him, and the way his hands worked her body even more urgently… she knew he was telling the truth when he said he wanted her. And that was all she needed—a man to have hot sex with and quench this aching need so she could get back to concentrating on her work. And if she was honest, he was the only one she could do this with—the only one she would feel
safe
enough with. She was so completely new to this—she’d never even been naked with a man before—that she had no idea what she was doing. But she trusted Troy Hartman with her life and her secret—she could trust him with her body as well.

Truthfully, he was the only man she’d ever even considered.

And now she wanted him like nothing else.

He slipped his hand down from its fervent grasping of her breast to the raging heat between her legs. She gasped as his fingers seemed to wrench pleasure out of her immediately.

“Oh, God, Zoe,” he panted in her ear. His hand was fisted in her hair, holding her head to the side to get access to her neck, which he was feasting on. Her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest with each nip. “You’re so wet for me.”

Then he slid a finger inside her, and a shudder ran the full length of her body in response. She expected it to feel strange or uncomfortable, maybe, but not
this
—not this body-rippling pleasure that seemed to spark everywhere he touched her, but especially
there.
His hand cupped her sex, his finger sliding in and out, the heel of his hand grinding against her most sensitive part—hell, her whole body had turned into one, giant sensitive part. Everywhere he touched—from his lips on her breast to his hand on her back to the fingers, now
two,
sliding in and out of her—was crackling with pure sparks of pleasure. Even where his bare chest moved against hers as he laid her back on the bed, still working her body, seemed to light a small fire wherever he touched her.

“Troy,” she gasped as his hand picked up the pace. She grabbed at his shoulders, holding on and letting her knees fall open, giving him more room to move.

He groaned, and his hand slid up into her hair again, angling her head so he could claim her mouth. His tongue probed wicked circles against hers as his fingers thrust inside her, and all she could do was hold on and moan into him. A knot of tension low in her belly was building and building, and then suddenly a rush of pleasure surged up and crested—it was so fast, her body was convulsing against him before she knew what was happening. He released her mouth, and she gasped out
Oh God, Oh God,
again and again, as the pleasure rippled through her.

When she could finally focus again, Troy’s eyes were alight. His grin would have made her flush with embarrassment for all her crying out, but she was already ashamed of having come so quickly. Troy still had his pants on, for God’s sake. Weren’t they supposed to come together? Wasn’t there some kind of rule about that?

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, still trying to catch her breath. Her body hummed with pleasure, not least because Troy’s fingers were still slowly stroking her.

“Sorry?” he asked, incredulous. “What on earth for?”

“My body went too quickly,” she said, barely able to force the words out.

He tucked his face into her chest and chuckled lightly against her skin.

Oh, great.
He was laughing at her.

She tried to shove him away, but he wasn’t letting her go anywhere.

Then he picked his head up and those green eyes blazed at her. “If you’ll let me, I plan to make your body
go
again, several more times before we’re done.”

Several?
Oh God…
She swallowed. “Okay.”

He grinned that wicked smile again, then slid down the length of her body. Before she realized where he was going or what he planned when he got there, he already had his mouth on her sex.

“Oh!” she gasped, half sitting up and trying to stop him.

But then his tongue met her flesh, and she gasped again, this time with the extreme spark of pleasure it sent through her. She held onto his shoulders because she suddenly felt light-headed, and as he worked her sensitive parts, only this time with his tongue instead of his fingers, she fell back on the bed and simply moaned.

Any embarrassment about his face being between her legs vanished under the tsunami of pleasure he was unleashing in her. It was like every lick and nibble and nudge was laced with a magical energy that charged every last pleasure nerve she had. In no time, she was clutching at his head, urging him on. The pressure built again, fast like before, and rocketed up through her… she bucked with the force of her orgasm as it rippled through her, head to toe, hot and heavy under his incessant attentions.

When his mouth finally left her, she was somehow limp on the bed and completely floating at the same time. She’d never experienced anything like it in her life—the simple stress-relief orgasms she’d managed to work up with her vibrator and her hand were nothing,
nothing,
compared to this. If that was a bright spot in her day, this was a fucking supernova.

“God, Zoe, I need to be inside you.” Troy had stood up from the bed and was yanking desperately at the buttons on his jeans.

More?
She was so light-headed and dazed she wasn’t even sure she understood him properly. But when he dropped his pants, and his cock stood out, hard and thick, from his body, it was very, very clear what he meant. Her eyes bugged out a little—
he was so big.

A sudden ripple of concern chased away some of the haze. “I don’t know…”

He was climbing on the bed, sliding his hands deliciously up her body. His cock felt even larger as it pressed against her leg when leaned down to kiss her. “I could just give you orgasms all day. That’s definitely an option.” He smiled in a playful way that banished her concern. “But I’m dying here, Zo. You’re so beautiful and sexy and… just, what
is
that thing that happens when we touch?”

She wasn’t quite sure what he meant. “You mean that… spark?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “You feel it, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” And she did. Although she’d thought it was just that she wasn’t used to
anyone
touching her, not that way. “Do you think it’s magic?”

He nodded. “Maybe.” He bit his lip and let his gaze drop to her breasts. “Whatever it is, it fucking rocks. And I want more.” His gaze worked back up to hers and softened from the hard-blazing lust of a moment before. “I’ll be gentle, Zo, I promise. Let me love you. You deserve everything right and good in the world. Let me show you what you’re missing before you throw it all away.”

She wasn’t even sure she
could
come again, but that didn’t matter. He wanted this badly, and she wanted to send that same surge of pleasure through him that he’d already given her.
Twice.

She reached up to take his face in both her hands. “Make love to me,” she whispered.

His eyes hooded, and he moved along her body, covering it with his and positioning himself at her entrance. Too late, she remembered she should have said
fuck me
or
have sex with me,
but even in her mind, those didn’t feel right for what they were doing. Troy wasn’t just fucking her. Or if he was… she had no idea how it could be more like lovemaking. He was so tender and loving and gentle. And if this was “just sex” she couldn’t imagine what it would be like if they were in love. If she let herself fall in love.

Or if they were mates.

He was breathing hard, his cock poised at her entrance, but not yet taking her. “Are you okay?” he asked. So gentle. So kind.

She nodded.

He eased into her.

Her mouth fell open, and for a moment, her breath froze in her chest.
He was so large.
He filled her and opened her up in a way that left her breathless. And he kept going and going, deeper and deeper inside her until she wasn’t sure she could take all of him in.