Wolf Bitten (4 page)

She didn't answer, but she didn't pull away. At least she hadn't run again.

Unable to resist, he licked her perfect, white neck, and she shuddered. Her trembling spread as he placed open-mouthed kisses up and down her throat and behind her ear. He touched his tongue to her pulse point and barely restrained the urge to nip.

He should take her home and do this properly. In his bed. A bed he hadn't slept in for eleven years. To avoid any potential complications, PACk law separated pledged mates when the youngest turned ten. When he'd left the first time, he knew she didn't understand. How old had she been when she'd become so beautiful? He'd certainly gotten a kick to his gut when he'd first seen her again for the first time. Until then he'd not understood the hunger to mate. Now, he needed to handle her fragile trust with care before he lost her forever.

"We were friends for ten years, weren't we Allie?"

"Yes,” she said and relaxed against him again. Even though his erection prodded her back, she seemed comfortable there.

With a slowness that brought his teeth on edge, he stroked her sides, her stomach, and her breasts. All the while, he ran his fingers along her waist, slid the button free, and lowered her zipper. With soothing motions, he teased along the top of her panties but never dipped beneath, despite the need that gripped them both.

"I'd been away so long and had looked forward to a sweet homecoming, but when that didn't happen, I got trashed.” He didn't want to spoil the moment, but she needed to know. Using a simplistic explanation that was almost laughably false, he rushed the rest out before she could tense in response. “Wolfsbane caught me and put me in a cage. For three years. I escaped and came back to you."

She wheeled around in his arms with shock and anger in her expression. “I'm so, so sorry."

"Shh.” He gripped her face and brought her lips to his. He kissed her hard. As hard as he'd wanted to everyday and every night he'd lived in that damned hell. Dreams of her had kept him sane. She was the reason he still lived.

Her arms went around his neck, and she opened her mouth to his. He plunged his tongue inside hers. In the rhythmic dance, he showed her how he wanted to take her. In and out, he savored her taste, a mix of mint toothpaste and the humid heat of home.

He backed her against the nearest wall and lifted her onto his thigh, all the while nibbling her plump bottom lip as she clung to him. Her hot pussy had soaked her pants, and the wetness on his leg made him moan low and long.

Pressed into her crotch, he shifted his leg in rhythm with her panting. If he didn't contain himself, he'd come from dry humping.

He slid his hand into her panties, and his mouth watered when he found her skin. He ran a finger along her slit. He brushed past her clitoris, and she whimpered. Not wanting to let her go, he slid one finger inside her hot pussy and clamped around the rise of her mound. When she started to ride his hand, he growled with his frustration to take it slow. Kneeling in a swift motion, he ripped her pants to her ankles with his other hand and quickly palmed her bottom.

"You're so hot.” Brock pulled his hand from her and smelled the finger that had been touching her intimately. “And you smell good enough to eat."

"Sounds like a plan,” she answered with bravado. Chewing the corner of her lip and blushing hotly, she gripped his hand to pull it back to her mound.

Her taste and smell exploded inside him, and the urge to mark her overtook his control. His teeth elongated to crowd his mouth before he could clamp down on the shift.

So close. He'd been on top of her, in her bed, but though he'd almost gotten inside her then, she'd not want him like this. Not like an animal. He turned from her, but it was too late. She'd seen the partial shift. Though he craved to do so, he'd never bite her without permission, but the urge to change her, to make her his for his long life, nearly brought him to beg.

She cried out and tried to move past him. The pants around her ankles tripped her. He caught her before she hit the floor. At his touch, she screeched and scrambled away.

Before she could bolt to the door, he roared, “You will not run again."

She flinched, and he nearly let her go, but he couldn't.

He gripped her arm and ignored the fist battering at his chest and face. The pain of her punches was nothing, but every one of her fearful sobs tore into his heart.

He wouldn't let her go, not again, even if her rejection killed him.

After long minutes of thrashing at Brock, Allie fought her way through the haze. Calm settled over her, only interrupted by her hitched breaths. He loosened his grip on her, and she realized she had to leave him.

The teeth pushing out of his mouth had brought her to her senses. She needed to call Max, and she needed to get out of here. She really owed Brock nothing, but she still couldn't look him in the eye when she finally edged away from him.

"There's a break room through that door. It has snacks and a couch. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be there after I clean myself up."

"You look perfect to me.” He tilted her tear-streaked face and examined her red nose and puffy eyes. “Beautiful."

After kissing her on the forehead, he gave her the space she needed, but he still stood between her and the exit. Allie forced herself to walk, not run, to the bathroom. She turned on the tap till the water ran cold while she blew her nose. Elegant, she was not. In the quiet room, water trickled down the drain as she bent to splash water on her face.

She looked in the mirror but didn't recognize the woman there. She'd nearly had sex with a wolf. She pinched her eyes closed. She still wanted Brock, but how could she?

Well, at least she'd distracted him from Max, and to be honest, now that she didn't see that mouthful of teeth, she had to admit that she'd wanted him. Even if she finally did the deed with him, she had to be sure her best friend was safe first. Her phone was in her pants. Thankfully, it hadn't fallen out when she'd had them around her ankles. She groaned at that image of herself.

To escape Brock's heightened hearing, Allie turned on the fan and ran the water. Then she sat on the toilet, flushed, and dialed Max.

"Come on, wake up,” she whispered.

"Better be good,” a groggy Max answered.

"Hey, it's Allie. Brock is here. Well, we're at the garage. Long story. Short version is that he is very dangerous to you right now. You need to call this number..."

She repeated the number several times until Max promised to get up and write it down.

"Promise to call,” she said.

"Okay, alright already."

A thud at the door made her juggle with her phone to keep it from crashing to the floor. The wood splintered open and banged against the wall. Allie jumped up but had nowhere to run. Anger distorted Brock's handsome face into a scowl as he stalked through the mangled entrance with every tensed muscle bunched in his lean, nude body. Brock grabbed her hand and took the phone from her before she could disconnect the call.

Snarling into it, he didn't bother with polite or even impolite inquiries. He barked, “I'll deal with you later, but right now Allie's busy. She has to go get fucked."

Ignoring the screams coming from the phone, Brock dropped the device, grabbed Allie, and threw her over his shoulder.

The breath whooshed from her lungs, and the blood rushed to her head, but before her outrage could build, he gave her bottom one hard slap and palmed it. Her body grew hot and wet in a millisecond.

"It's time, Allie. No more delays."

He carried her from the room.

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Brock fondled the delectable ass in his hands and carried Allie into the back room. He refused to think of the man she'd called and did not acknowledge the completely foreign concept of jealousy as it threaded through his guts.

"Mine. All mine.” He slapped her bottom again, this time harder, eliciting a squeal in return. His cock stiffened, but he ignored it, which was difficult to do while nude in the presence of his fiancée.

He took her to the couch and put her on her feet, demanding, “This place smells to high heaven. Why are we here?"

She glared at him in stony silence.

When she'd gone into the restroom, the scent of her gone, the stench of the office had overwhelmed him. Almost as if he were back in hell, he heard the clang of the cages, and his nose clogged from the polluting smudge pots. Though he should leave and give her a chance at a better man, a man without bitter hatred roiling inside him, he wasn't noble enough to give her up. And that pissed him off.

Strong and defiant, Allie blew out a rush of air and threw her hands in the air. “I work here."

Feet planted apart, he crossed his arms and scowled at her. “You work here because of the gas, trying to hide from me. Now I know why it took so long to find you. I should spank your pretty little ass for running from me."

She froze, cocked a brow, and straightened. He could see the anger build. “Quit posturing. You're no big bad wolf here to eat Little Miss Riding Hood. You will stop ordering and throwing me around. I'm not your property."

"You
are
my property."

"No. I'm. Not.” She gritted her teeth. “I am not ten anymore. I have my own life, my own friends. Maybe we have a future together, but not if you go all alpha on me."

He looked at her bared chest, “You certainly aren't ten, sweetheart."

He didn't know why he baited her, but he couldn't resist. She was pissed off, but at least she didn't look at him with fear anymore. Their heated exchange made his dick even harder, if that were possible. Her breasts heaved with exasperation, a beautiful sight. He continued to prod her sense of fair play, making her more incensed.

"I may not be the alpha of the PACk, but I'm your alpha. If I want to bend you over my knee for running, I will."

"You big oaf. Fur-ball! You need a leash, or better yet, a choke collar.” She stood there, balled fists on her hips and her open jeans hanging low, exposing little yellow panties with white polka dots.

The fight left him in a whoosh, and he grinned. She looked at him and immediately, her face softened. Chuckling, he pulled her into his embrace. “I missed you so much. Your very presence soothes me, even if you're a spitting hellcat."

Punching him in his stomach in jest rather than in anger, she laughed. “I forgot how you like to rile people.” Her voice hitched. “It's been so long."

"And you were so young” he said gruffly. “I'm glad you remember me. I remember everything about you. Even the scraped knee you got when you fell off the bike I gave you. But I certainly never felt like this toward you then."

He had his alluring betrothed in his arms, nearly naked, supple, and pliant. She bit the corner of her lip, and his cock hardened again, a swift and visceral response to her unconscious habit. Now relaxed in his arms, she subtly shifted her body back and forth and rubbed her hard nipples against his chest. He followed her lead and remained utterly still, as if she were a doe stalked by him in the hunt. In a way, she was.

Sending tremors down to his toes, she ran her hands over his body to explore, much as he had done when scenting her earlier. After touching his every angle, plane, and expanse, she nudged his legs wider and moved her teasing hands down to fondle his balls. Besides himself, nobody had touched him there since she'd been born. His knees weakened. When she stroked his cock once, twice, he thought he might collapse.

"Yes,” she crooned. “Who's the big bad wolf now?"

Without answer, he sat her on the couch and dropped onto his knees between her legs. He spread her wider and leaned over her to suckle. Her moans drove him closer to a mating frenzy he couldn't bridle, but he wanted to give her a gentle lover. Clamping down on his lust, he distanced himself, even as he moved his fingers to her mound and ground the heel of his palm against her.

"You know that I don't want to hurt you,” he said and looked at her half-closed eyes. “You've only had that vibrator inside you?"

"Yes,” she moaned and threw an arm over her face.

He suppressed his laugh. “It's not as big as I am. It still may hurt."

Arm thrown to the side at his declaration, she smiled at him slyly, a possessive look fleeting across her face. “Nothing is as big as you are."

Smirking, he slipped a finger inside her, holding her down with his other hand when her hips bucked. Her sexy whimpers and trembling body threatened his control, but he held his urges in a stranglehold, determined to make her first time glorious. He knew it would be for him. Just entering her would be heaven on earth. He slid a second finger inside her, used his thumb on the bundle of nerves at her apex, and watched with satisfaction as her head thrashed from side to side.

So sensitive.

She came hard, her pussy clamping down on his fingers. His mouth watered at the sight, at the slick of her cream, at the smell of her musk. He shouldn't have her. She'd never be able to truly love an animal. He had to have her. Now. Even if it meant losing his restraint and fucking her like an animal in heat.

I am an animal in heat
.

He shook his head hard. Allie mattered here, not him. Her body still trembled from release, but she held a hand out to him. That invitation was all it took.

Fisting his hands against the urge to take her hard, Brock moved over her and used one hand to position his bulbous head at her entrance. The slick heat there guided him, sucked him in, and welcomed him. Leaning slightly forward, he put his tip inside, and a riotous heat licked over him while his breath fluttered in his lungs and his extremities tingled.

"Sweet baby, damn. Allie. My Allie."

Sliding into her slowly, he couldn't stop the curses tumbling from his mouth, the heightened pleasure too much to bear. “That's it, take me in. Come on honey, take my cock and squeeze it dry."

Dizzy with the sight of his shaft breaching her, Brock reeled, his senses bombarded with Allie. Her sight, her sound, her slick welcome. He hadn't had a woman in over twenty-one years, and the forgotten pleasure almost had him lose it before he even got started. He slid back out; his cock glistened with her fluids before he rocked back home. With the last push, she whimpered and strained away from him. He eased out slightly and ran his hands along her lithe form.