Southern Shifters: Lone Wolf Wanted (Kindle Worlds Novella) (3 page)

Chapter Four

That was like asking him if people in hell wanted popsicles.

Hell yes!

Not only did Ezrah like what he saw as he stared at Kink’s spread thighs, showcasing her most intimate folds, but he wanted more. His beast told him she smelled like paradise. His human half was more than ready to find out if the wolf was right.

Pulling his gaze from Kink’s flushed, wet, bare bits, he asked her the only thing he needed to know before he let himself gorge on her, “You comfortable, kitten?”

She cocked an eyebrow at his term of endearment but didn’t take him to task for it. Instead, she slowly moved her hands behind her, bracing her weight on the table. “I am now.”

“Good. You’re going to be there a while.”

That was the only warning he gave Kinks before he dove in to taste her, running his tongue along her folds, lapping her taste up because he couldn’t seem to get enough. No woman had ever affected him this way. Something about that knowledge almost made Ezrah stop, but his wolf wouldn’t let him. The beast wanted the pretty little feline, and he wanted her now.

The sweet, musky flavor of her was coating his tongue, his balls were aching, and all he wanted to do was make her come so he could fuck her senseless. The way he felt was damn near overwhelming. Ezrah didn’t understand why he was amped up more than usual to get inside a female.

Kinks thrashed against his mouth, moaning unintelligible things as he brought her closer to an orgasm.

Circling her clit with his tongue, he brought his hand up and slipped two fingers inside of her, searching for that little bundle of nerves hidden inside of her that would make her erupt like a fireworks show. As he pumped in and out of her channel, it didn’t take him long to find her G-spot. Rubbing against it, he licked her with more fervor, savoring the way he was obviously driving her wild. Good, because for reasons he didn’t understand, she was driving him wild, too. It was only fair to even out the playing field.

All too soon, his kitty’s thighs tightened around his head, her body bucking up off the table as her inner walls squeezed his fingers like a vise. He stilled his fingers but gave her a few more licks to make sure she rode out the wave of pleasure. When her body lay still on the table again, her legs no longer trying to squeeze his head like an anaconda, he stood up and took in the sight of her sprawled across her own dining room table.

It might seem dickish of him, but normally Ezrah didn’t care if the women orgasmed or not. He put in the effort, and either they came because they were into sex with him, or they didn’t. He was never one to go that extra mile. Staring down at her, though, something told him that she could make him run a marathon to make her happy.

Ezrah was horny and confused. He didn’t understand these emotions he was experiencing. What was it about her?

As soon as he thought the question, he shut it down. He wasn’t there to analyze his feelings. He’d come here to have a good time, and that was what he was going to do. Her cabin was small enough to spot a bedroom just off to the side. So Ezrah scooped up Kinks in his arms, carried her into her bedroom, and then threw her in the middle of the bed.

She squealed in surprise while she flew through the air then laughed as she landed with a bounce. When she noticed he was shucking off his boots and jeans, Kinks watched him, seemingly fascinated. She licked her lips as he approached the bed to kneel at the end by her feet.

She opened her mouth to say something, but his patience was shot. He might like the sound of her voice, but right now, all he wanted to hear was her screaming his name.

That thought stopped him in his tracks again, gripping one of her ankles as he stared into her face. Kinks didn’t know his name, so she couldn’t scream it. She had asked for it, and he had brushed her off just as he had every other woman he had been with in the past. The wolf wanted her to know who he was. Why?

Frustrated with more confusing emotions, Ezrah used his grip on her leg to pull her closer to him until she was laid out before him like a sacrifice. Then he placed both hands on her hips to roll her over to her stomach in a move so quick she never saw it coming, which was exactly what he wanted. It was time to show her, and remind his wolf, who exactly was in charge here.

Grabbing her by the hips again, he pulled her up so she was balanced on her knees with her chest still pressed to the bed. It gave him a damn pretty sight of the nice curves of her ass in the air.

Running his hands over the smooth skin, he pulled her cheeks apart so he could see exactly what he was about to take. She was dripping wet for him, so much so that her cream had spread down to cover her inner thighs. Good. That meant she was ready for him to take her as hard and rough as he wanted.

Kinks wiggled forward, as if to move away from him, and Ezrah brought his palm down on her ass in a warning slap.

“Stay still,” he growled.

“Then hurry up, mutt! I’m dying of old age over here,” she snapped back at him while looking over her shoulder.

His wolf chuffed in amusement inside of him, but Ezrah didn’t let that show. Instead, he took it as the challenge she wanted him to see it as.

Moving slowly, he climbed between her legs, hovering over her body with his arms on the bed by her neck. His cock pressed against her greedy entrance, his upper body pinning her to the bed.

Putting his lips next to the shell of her ear, Ezrah whispered, “I’ll fuck you the way I want to fuck you, kitten: fast, slow—however I feel like giving it to you. And no matter how I give it to you, you’re going to love the way I fill you up. So put your sass away, dig those claws of yours into the mattress, and hang … the fuck … on.”

With that warning, Ezrah slammed into Kinks until he filled her completely. She gasped in delight, throwing her head back so their faces were touching cheek to cheek. The impromptu personal touch mixed up Ezrah’s confused feelings again, but he shoved it all away to pull out of his feisty feline and then slam back into her.

All I have to do is fuck her out of my system
, Ezrah told himself as he set a slow, but hard and driving pace. Once he got off, everything would go back to normal again.

That was all he needed from Kinks—one and done.

Chapter Five

The next day …

Chrissy never imagined in a million years that she would find her mate at the Dark Moon bar. Probably because she hadn’t wanted a mate to begin with. Not that she had recognized the wolf for what he was right away, but somewhere around the fourth time she had woken the man up for another round of purr-inducing sex, it had clicked.

As she had climbed on top of him, taking him inside of her, staring down at his sleepy but sex hungry gaze, the cat inside of her had screamed. Not roared, not purred—screamed.

It was a trait she had inherited from her cougar father. The thing was, her cat had never felt the urge to scream before. Chrissy had thought growing up that perhaps she wouldn’t inherit the cougar scream. Now she knew. And her cat wanted to scream, all right. All night long while she rode her mate like a rodeo queen.

It was sort of weird to want this man as much as she did, but Mother Nature was crazy like that. Once you found your mate, it was supposed to click into place. She guessed in her case, it sort of screwed her in place. Oh, well. Chrissy wasn’t exactly going to complain about it. Instead, her cat wanted to wake her mate up for round five. Less emotional mating and more physical mating sounded like the best idea she’d ever had.

Rolling over, she slid her hand up the wolf’s naked chest, tracing her finger over the ink of his tattoos. He didn’t startle awake but turned his head to look at her with a blank stare.

Her cat was a bit affronted by the expression. That look wouldn’t do! It was time she put a grin back on his face.

Sliding her hand down, she didn’t stop until she’d wrapped it around his dick, which was already gloriously hard for her.

Seeing that he was ready to go again, she climbed on top of her stud of a wolf, centering her entrance over his straining erection. Then she slowly sat herself down on his length.

The feel of him now, as he stretched her walls, filling her in a way she had never been filled before, drove both the woman and the cat crazy. She wanted to feel this way forever. Maybe that made her sound like a sex starved nymphomaniac, but who cared? The man could screw her upside down, on the kitchen table, or sideways, and as long as he kept on taking her, she wouldn’t care one bit.

His nails bit into the skin at her hips as he set the pace for how fast he wanted her to ride him. Not orgasm-inducing fast, but a slow slide that teased her with the rush of pleasure he didn’t want her to have yet. Torturous bastard.

There was this hard gleam in his blue eyes that said
I will keep you on edge all night long just because I can
. Maybe Chrissy was turning into a masochist, because as she slid up and down his length, the instinct to submit to her mate drove her to give him what he wanted. Not just because it felt good, but because it would make him happy.

Dear Lord, he was going to kill her with orgasm withdrawal.

“Please.” The word slipped out of her lips before she knew what she was saying, or begging for, really. For the first time in her life, she begged a man to give her what she needed. It was scary yet beautiful.

The wolf tightened his grip on her hip with one hand and moved his other to brace on the soft part of her lower abdomen, allowing him to circle her clit with his thumb.

Chrissy’s entire body jerked at the contact as if she had been electrocuted by a live wire. This man lit up her senses like nobody had or anyone else ever could.

As her orgasm built until it was to the point of almost bursting, she writhed on top of her mate in sheer ecstasy, a euphoria so fine it bordered on pain.

The cat inside of her was frantic for her to bite the male and claim him as theirs forever, but Chrissy wasn’t willing to do that until after she had a long talk with her lone wolf. A mating was not the sort of thing you just sprung on a poor, possibly unsuspecting man. Instead of biting him as the rush of the best orgasm Chrissy had ever experienced crashed over her, she dug her claws into his chest and let her cat release its satisfaction with another rare scream, one so loud Chrissy was pretty sure her whole damn family had heard it.

As she collapsed on top of the big, burly wolf, she couldn’t bring herself to care about the possible mortification that might come the next time she saw her family. In its place, the last thought she had before completely passing out in the warmth of her wolf’s arms was that they really needed to have a talk when they both woke up next.

~~~

Drained.

That was the only word Ezrah could think of right now. As in, Kinks had drained all of his energy and possibly his balls, too. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t sure he could make his dick hard again if he wanted to. They had been fucking non-stop for a day and a half, barely stopping to eat and only collapsing into exhaustion for sleep. There was a good chance his dick had been rubbed raw. In fact, he might never be able to have sex without thinking of the incomparable cat again.

What freaked him out more was the fact that his wolf didn’t want to leave the feisty, little feline. As in, at all. For the first time in his life, his beast was ready to curl up around someone and stay. He didn’t have the urge to climb on his motorcycle to roam the roads. Nor did his wolf want to be alone as it usually preferred. No, his wolf wanted to go mark his territory, bury the proverbial bone in the cat’s backyard, and stay.

Ezrah didn’t know how to handle the emotions he was suddenly feeling. After living in a dispassionate world, how did one deal with being bombarded by unwanted emotions? Probably by doing what his great-grandfather Cherokee Bill, his grandfather, and his father had done before him.

Bail out.

As Ezrah gently rolled his bedmate so she now lay on her side of the bed, pulling her sheet up and over her so she would stay warm, he told himself he wouldn’t regret his decision. He wasn’t built to have these sort of emotions. He wasn’t normal by any means. That was why he had never been accepted into his father’s pack. It was also why he wouldn’t stay here, get the feline’s hopes up that these abrupt, unusual feelings of his were a show of commitment, and take the chance of hurting her.

Moving slowly out of the bed so as to not wake her, Ezrah grabbed his clothes off the floor then walked into the living room. It took him less than a minute to pull his jeans, socks, and boots on. It took less than two minutes to walk out of the cat’s cabin, shut the door without making a sound, pull his vest on, and walk to his bike.

Before three minutes had passed, he was heading down the dirt road, back toward the highway. The entire disappearance from Kink’s life had been made quickly and easily. No tears or questions from her. No awkward moments from him because he couldn’t give her something more or an explanation as to why. Just a quiet desertion to escape the unavoidable reality of how he was and how he would always be.

Then why was Ezrah’s wolf telling him that he had just made the biggest mistake of his life?

Chapter Six

Chrissy slowly came to consciousness, aching in all of the best places.

Her thighs were sore from riding her wolf as if her life depended on it. Her hips were slightly bruised from the firm grip of his hands. Her breasts burned and nipples were almost raw from his love bites. And her intimate folds were tender from the non-stop sex-a-thon she’d had with the man she now knew was her mate.

The combined sensations caused her mouth to slowly slip into a pleased grin. At least, she was smiling up until the moment she took her first conscious deep breath in. Chrissy didn’t need to open her eyes to see what her nose was telling her. The wolf was long gone.

His scent was still on her sheets but fading with every second that passed.

Tears pricked the back of her eyes as reality set in. Apparently, this had only been a booty call for the wolf. At least she was at her own damn cabin so she wouldn’t have to do a walk of shame. Why in the hell had her cat gone and gotten all starry-eyed and attached in little over a day? God, she was such an idiot.

Not to mention, how much of a loser was she that she didn’t even know the man’s name? The two of them had screwed like bunnies on a cocaine binge for over twenty-four hours, and not once had she gotten him to tell her his name. Not once had she asked a personal question. No, the only things she knew about her now missing mate were that he liked to pin her to the bed underneath him as he took her from behind, eat her out on the dining room table, and he loved it when she’d introduced him to the reverse cowgirl. But she certainly didn’t know his name or how to find him, and now that she was thinking about it, he hadn’t asked for hers. Instead, he had chosen to call her by her nickname Kinks or some other generic nickname while they had been going at it.

As the reality of what she had thought was an unexpected dream come true slapped her in the face, Chrissy sort of wished she could do just that to him. Not slap him, per se, but take a frying pan to his head over and over again as she vented her frustration and distress. That lone wolf had blown into her life like a tumbleweed and left pieces of her behind as if he had been a wrecking ball. Damn it all to hell!

Her heart was hurting, and even though she knew why, she didn’t like it one bit.

Putting her tough girl façade back on, she did her makeup and consoled herself with one thought.

Her mate didn’t want her? Fine. Fuck it. She hadn’t wanted a mate, any-damn-way.

At least, that was what she was going to tell herself every minute of every day until she believed the lie.

~~~

The North Carolina state line was just ahead of him, coming up quickly. Ezrah’s wolf snarled and snapped inside his head, demanding that he turn around and go back to the feline they had left sated and sleeping in the cabin.

His wolf could go fuck off for all he cared. He wasn’t turning his motorcycle around for anything. The cat brought out too many emotions he didn’t understand, including the confusing emotion of wanting to stay with Kinks. It was too much for him to handle.

There must have been a reason his great-grandfather Cherokee Bill had abandoned his great-grandmother Pearl. Probably the same reason his grandfather had deserted his grandmother and the same with his father and mother. The Goldsby wolves were meant to be lone wolves.

That was why he was passing the state line now with no intention of stopping.

It was also why Kinks was better off without him.