Kamikaze (Last Call #1) (3 page)

“
I was trying to use a
delicate euphemism,” he informed her as he stretched out beside
her. “I mean to fuck you again. Slower this time,
though.”

“
Not feeling very delicate
at the moment.” She lifted a hand and smoothed it across his chest
with a soft noise of satisfaction. “Not sure I know what slow
means, either. I made it all worse by ignoring it and then trying
to take care of it myself, didn’t I?”

“
Yeah.” He bent his head
and circled his tongue around her nipple. “You pissed her
off.”

Zoe shivered and pushed up against his
mouth, trying to get his tongue directly on the achingly sensitive
nipple. “Someone needs to write a user manual for this shit. I
mean, I probably wouldn’t read it… but at least it’d be there so I
could look stuff up in the index.”

“
There you go.” He bit her
nipple. “Nobody ever reads instructions. That’s why werewolves
don’t have any.”

She hissed in a breath and then lunged,
knocking into him and shoving him over onto his back. “So tell me
what to do.”

He just grinned, his dark eyes glittering.
“What do you want to do?”

“
Hell if I know.” She slid a leg
over his waist and pushed herself upright, her hands braced against
his chest as she straddled his stomach. “I haven’t even been a
werewolf two years yet. What am I
supposed
to want to do?”

Connor reached up and covered one of her
breasts with his hand, squeezing her nipple. “It’s all about
instinct, Zoe. There’s no ‘supposed to’ about it.”

Her instincts told her to snap at him until
he broke, until he tossed her down on the bed and took her again.
She had only vague memories of the last time she’d gone through
this, mostly hazy recollections of being bound and writhing in
pleasure as John used every trick he knew -- and an impressive
collection of sex toys -- to bring her through it.

She shivered and dug her fingernails into
Connor’s chest. The need inside her twisted, became a dull, empty
ache as she whimpered and rocked against his stomach. “My instincts
don’t want to be in charge right now.”

He grinned again and dragged his fingers
down her body, tickling over her belly. “Then why’d you flip me
over and pin me down?”

The answer came without thought. “To see if
I could.”

Connor laughed and moved. Her back hit the
bed, and he pinned both wrists above her head. “I let you.”

Arousal burned through her, fast and out of
control as she struggled against his grip. The wolf howled
satisfaction when his fingers tightened and held her still. “Like
it -- like it better when -- when you don’t --” Her panting breaths
made speech impossible, and she gave up and arched her head back in
silent submission.

He laved her skin with his
tongue as he pushed her legs apart and nudged his hard cock against
her. He finally --
finally
-- bit down on her throat with enough force to mark her
skin. Before she could do more than register the faint, fleeting
pain, he entered her with a long, quick thrust.

“
Fuck!” At least there was
one word left she could say. Zoe closed her eyes and moaned
satisfaction and approval. “Fuck me, fuck me -- please
--”

He hesitated, then let go of her wrist and
reached down to push her legs higher on his body. “How?”

She whimpered. “Don’t know -- don’t --”
Desire clawed at her until she tightened her legs on his hips and
turned her head to bite his arm. Hard.

Connor hissed in a breath, then snapped his
hips against hers with a growl. “That hurt.”

“
Yeah?” She lifted her free
hand and raked her nails down his back. “Then stop me.”

“
Sure.” He stilled, his
cock buried deep inside her.

She whimpered again and tried to force him
to move. He growled again and flexed his hips just a bit.

It should have driven her wild, frustrated
her to the point of pain. Instead the wolf rumbled her satisfaction
at the evidence of strength, of dominance. She panted and clung to
his shoulder as she closed her eyes. “How do you know? How do you
know what I need?”

“
What you need is what I
need, only in reverse.” He murmured the hoarse words into the curve
of her neck. “That’s instinct. Wouldn’t work any other
way.”

It didn’t seem right for some reason, but
she couldn’t figure out why. Not with his body pressing hers into
the bed and his cock rubbing against some hungry spot inside her
with every tiny flex of his hips. She buried her face in his neck
and inhaled his scent, strong and masculine and free of overbearing
cologne. Woman and wolf both agreed he smelled as perfect as he
felt.

His teeth closed on her skin again, and he
moved a little more with each rock of his hips. “What did you do
last time?” he asked breathlessly. “How did you make it?”

“
He -- he tied me down and
--” She shuddered and hissed in a breath when he shifted the angle
of his hips just enough to bump his cock against her G-spot again.
She forgot what she was saying, forgot everything but the
tightening in her limbs that meant orgasm was close.

He stopped again. “Tied you down and…?”

Zoe snarled and bucked her hips
up, frantic with need. “Tied me down and
fucked
me, and not just with his
cock.”

He groaned and resumed his leisurely pace,
though his shoulders were rigid and trembling. “What else did he
fuck you with?”

“
Fingers.” She groaned and
tried to meet his thrusts. “Tongue. Vibrators.”

Connor laughed, a low, feral sound. “You
should have said so. I can do all those things.”

The thought was so intoxicating it sent her
tumbling over the edge. She dug her heels into his back and
screamed until her throat felt hoarse, screamed as pleasure shook
through her with perfect, primal intensity.

He rode out her convulsions, then slipped
away from her with a groan. He reached down and stroked her, his
thumb barely brushing her clit. His still-erect cock pulsed against
her thigh. “Want to see what they stocked the room with?”

It didn’t seem fair that she could be
trembling in the aftermath of climax and already hungry for him
again. She rolled onto her stomach and arched her back a little,
half hoping he’d forget about the cabinet and thrust into her
again. “I want whatever you can give me.”

“
You’re a greedy bitch.” He
laughed and bit the soft swell of her hip where it curved into her
ass. “If you hadn’t fought her so hard, she’d already be
napping.”

It was a mistake she wasn’t
planning on making again. She rocked back and struggled against a
frustrated growl. “So tire her out. Tire
me
out.”

He trailed his fingers slowly down her back,
skating over her ass, finally sliding down to her cunt. He caressed
her gently, then pushed two of his fingers inside. “Like I said…
greedy.”

“
Fuck --” She clenched
around his fingers and whimpered when he shifted them. “You didn’t
come, why aren’t you in me still --”

He bent over her, licking tiny spots of wet
heat across her back. “Because I know how to pace myself.” He
pulled his hand away, then thrust back in, this time with three
fingers.

Zoe groaned and rocked back
again, harder this time. The wolf was already in love, if only
because she was
finally
getting what she wanted, what she
needed
. The woman had been more hesitant to give
herself so completely to a stranger, but now…

As she squirmed under his
perfect touches and whimpered, Zoe found herself thankful
they
hadn’t
spent time on polite talk about their careers or their
interests. The wolf
was
already in love. If Connor had had the chance to prove
himself intelligent and entertaining, the woman would be,
too.

Connor gritted his teeth and rested his
forehead against the back of Zoe’s shoulder. All he wanted was to
be inside her, to slake his lust in the wetness of her pussy. But
the wolf inside her had gone too long without a mate, and he needed
to keep his head -- and his hard-on -- if he wanted to keep up with
her.

She whimpered again, and he murmured against
her skin. “Tell me.”

“
Need you --” She arched her
body, rubbing her back against his chest as if trying to cover
herself in his scent. “Please,
please
--”

Jesus Christ.
“You want me
again?”

“
You feel so good…” She
twisted her head back until her lips found the line of his jaw.
“You taste good. You smell good.” Her teeth scraped against his
chin and she moaned. “I want to be yours.”

He kissed her, hard, then dropped to the bed
beside her. “Then take me.”

She crawled over him, but she didn’t sink
onto his cock. Instead she straddled his stomach and braced her
hands on either side of his head. Her tousled hair fell around them
in a curtain that smelled of her sweat and vaguely of strawberry
shampoo. “Can I kiss you?”

He rose up on his elbows, his eyes on her
luscious, unpainted lips. “I think I’d be offended if you
didn’t.”

The nervous sexual energy around her hadn’t
diminished, but she kissed him with a shy sweetness that was
completely at odds with the rest of her body language. Her hips
ground against his stomach and her ass bumped against his cock with
every rocking movement, but her lips moved slowly over his, her
tongue sneaking out to touch his only hesitantly.

Connor raised his hand to her jaw and urged
her mouth open. She jerked a little when he wound his tongue around
hers, then relaxed against him with a soft moan. An unexpected
thrill of desire shot through him, and he groaned. Her soft kiss
was more arousing than finger-fucking her had been. He thrust up,
rubbing his shaft in the valley between her ass cheeks.

Her moans gave way to soft, choked little
whimpers deep in her throat. She bit his lower lip and pulled back
a little, eyes glazed and breathing heavy. “I’m not very good at
this stuff. Don’t have that much practice. Only had one steady
boyfriend before.”

He found that beyond hard to believe.
“Doesn’t take a boyfriend, baby.”

“
Never picked up a stranger
in a bar before.” Her teeth scraped against his jaw, then lower as
she licked along his throat. “Though if I’d known it could go this
well, I might have.”

He held back his growl. He had no claim on
her beyond this bed, this night. “We’re not done yet.”

She
did
growl, soft and low, and then he felt her
teeth on his neck, closing over the pulse in his throat. Connor
arched up, his erection twitching, then grasped her hips and lifted
her enough to position himself against her pussy.

“
C-Connor --” He loved the
sound of his name on her lips, breathless and needy. Her wide blue
eyes drifted shut as she fisted her hands in the blankets on either
side of his head and struggled against his grip with a soft snarl.
“Mine.”

He held her tight. “For tonight,” he agreed
roughly, then pulled her down, impaling her on his cock.

She jerked upright, arching her back so
sharply that her palms landed on his thighs. Her head fell back and
her long, wild hair tickled at his legs as she stayed like that,
bent back with her body on display and her pussy clenched tight
around his cock.

He saw the muscles of her throat work as she
swallowed, and her fingers tightened on his legs. “I can’t move,”
she whispered in a tight, hoarse voice. “If I move, I’ll come.
It’ll be over.”

“
No, it won’t.” Connor slid
his thumb into his mouth, then reached down and flicked her clit,
arching up into her at the same time.

She made a choked noise that sounded like
his name and came, her inner muscles tightening around him in long,
hard spasms.

Connor wanted to wait, to bring her to that
precipice again and again, but he’d denied himself too long
already. His fingers clenched on her hips in a bruising grip, and
he nearly howled as another orgasm swept him away.

His body still shook with the aftermath of
pleasure when he felt her slump forward. He caught her in time to
keep her forehead from smashing into his chin, but she had turned
boneless, limp.

He knew the feeling. He grinned and yawned,
rubbing her back. “Zoe, I hope you don’t mind if I pass out now.”
She didn’t answer. “I’ll take that as a no.”

A tiny muffled noise left her as she shifted
and tucked her cheek against his chest. Her hair slid down over his
neck as she relaxed against him. “Hold me?”