Things That Go Bump in the Night IV (9 page)

But he was bullying her. And that wouldn’t do. No werewolf would yank her out of her daughter’s home and then accuse her of anything. She wouldn’t have it.

“I wasn’t there with anyone,” she snapped at him, letting him know she wouldn’t be pushed. “I went on my own and was given no indication of the guest list.”

She turned away from him, crossing her arms to show her indignation with his behavior. But in reality, she needed to make sure she wouldn’t reach out and touch him.

Her body churned with electricity. An ache had spawned and continued to grow the longer she sat so close to him and didn’t touch him. Her pussy throbbed, beating a quick little pulse that made her want to reach down and rub her clit to ease the growing pressure.

Ralph turned the corner a bit too fast, causing her to lean to the side. She would have easily fallen into him if she hadn’t braced herself. But her jeans rubbing against her pussy, pressing against the pulsating, swollen nub, made her explode. She pressed her hand against his leather seat, not only to keep herself from falling into him, but to brace herself while molten heat surged through her.

“You are not available for other werewolves to date.” His words had the finality of a direct order.

She was so taken back by them that she didn’t realize until he parked that they were in her driveway. Her heart seemed to have stopped breathing. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly too dry.

“What do you mean by that?” If he intended to make her his bitch, he would do it properly. And then she would think about it.

Ralph opened his car door, grabbed her hand, and pulled her across the seat. She adjusted herself quickly so she wouldn’t hit the steering wheel. He almost crushed her hand while he guided, almost pulled her, to her front door. But he didn’t answer her.

His silence was almost as dangerous as his aggressive behavior. And she wondered at herself for being so excited by his primitive actions.

It wasn’t until they stood there at her front door that she realized she didn’t have her purse, or her coat. The cold night air seemed to have no impact on her though. Her body was so charged with raw energy, reacting to his possessive behavior.

“I don’t have my keys.” She looked up at him.

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He looked ready to pounce. He wanted her. Pent-up energy made his muscles taut, his grip on her hand burning with uncontrollable heat. The way he looked at her, almost as if he hadn’t heard her, made her insides melt.

She took a deep breath fighting to control the beast within her that wanted to break free, to take on the aggressor, to demand he soothe the fire burning out of control through her body.

“Come on. I can get us inside.” He headed around the side of the house, still leading her, still maintaining a tight grip on her hand.

“What are you going to do?” She wondered what skills he possessed. After all, he was a security man and had been in law enforcement for years.

Ralph let go of her hand when they reached the back of the house. Suddenly the night air attacked her, the biting chill ransacking her body, raging with the heat that continued to burn inside her.

She barely noticed what he did. But within less than a minute he’d slid open her bedroom window.

“Remind me to get better locks,” she mumbled, watching while her bedroom curtains fluttered through the open space.

“You wouldn’t be able to lock me out.” It sounded like he chuckled but she couldn’t be sure. He turned to her, lifting her up before she could react. “Go inside and unlock the back door.”

He held her so she could slide her feet in first. Before she knew it, she stood in her dark bedroom, the warmth of her home feeling good instantly. She didn’t hesitate, but hurried through her home and opened the back door for him.

His strong scent wrapped around her. His dark gaze that of a hunter. Muscles seemed to bulge everywhere on him. So much power. So much raw, untamed lust. He didn’t smile, didn’t offer any expression that gave away what he thought. But the way he approached her, as if he stalked her, moving closer with slow, meditated efforts, made the beast in her awaken.

“You will understand something about me.” His voice was a deep growl, almost a whisper.

Chills ran over her body. He looked like he wanted to devour her.

“I have never thought of myself as old. But maybe I am old-fashioned. When I fucked you, it meant something,” he told her.

She should have known she wasn’t a piece of tail to him. The aggressive way he looked at her, the way he moved in, so powerful and dominating. He believed he had claimed her. Mated with her.

There was only one problem. He’d never asked her.

“Tell me what it meant.” She dared to stand up to him, rooted her feet to the ground so that she wouldn’t back up.

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He reached for her. There was no way she could dodge those large hands. He took a hold of her shirt, pulling her to him. Her feet almost left the ground. The material of her shirt stretched, threads popping, almost tearing.

“It meant,” he whispered, his face inches from hers, the heat of his breath melting her, feeding her lust for him. “After years of watching you, I made you mine.”

She stared at him, her heart pounding so hard she swore she could hear it.

Domination and lust filled the air around them. Her insides sizzled with a craving running so deep she could barely control it. Her breaths seemed staggered. The beast in her growing by the moment, singing through her veins.

His intense size, the way he had her pinned by her shirt, the glow in his eyes, told her he would spring at a moment’s notice. It took more effort than she thought it would simply to swallow.

Her body shook with her efforts to control the change that begged to rush through her. And she knew she would have to change to protect herself if he sprang into action.

But she would say her mind. He would never intimidate her.

“I don’t recall you asking.” She was proud of how calm she sounded. She never let her gaze waver, and her voice didn’t crack.

The growl that rushed through Ralph’s body made her shiver. He pulled her to him. Her shirt ripped. The sound of it made her pussy contract, cream soaking her jeans, her own scent filling the air, consuming his dominating scent.

Sandy saw something go beyond desire in Ralph’s face. His look was hard, intent, his expression tight while he looked at her. She knew she pushed him. Knew that she asked more from him than he would offer of his own accord.

He needed to humble himself, risk her declining his offer by asking. She tested his male strength, the strength of his ego. She demanded he take her mind along with her body.

He attacked swiftly, his throaty growl indication that words were difficult for him at the moment. His mouth melded with hers, burning her lips with the intensity of his kiss. Somehow he managed to let go of her shirt, and wrap his arm around her, crushing her against his rock-hard body.

They moved through the kitchen, his mouth devouring her, her senses blurred with his body smashed against hers. When they reached her bedroom, he tossed her onto her bed, leaving her gasping for air when his mouth no longer covered hers.

He closed the window with one swift movement, although the cold air still lingered, helping her to calm her overheated senses somewhat.

Ralph removed his clothes, not rushing, but peeling them off, his penetrating look never leaving her. The smoothness of his muscles, bulging and outlined by the glow of the moonlight from the window, made her fingers itch to touch him.

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“Why didn’t you want me to ask you the other night when I fucked you?” He was over her in an instant, his powerful arms on either side of her while he knelt on the bed looking down at her.

Sandy licked her lips. He was so close, on top of her, naked, his cock a rock-hard dagger aimed directly at her, but not touching her. Focusing on his answer was almost too much to ask.

“You didn’t tell me you were mating with me the other night.” She knew her answer made her sound a bit too modern. Traditionally making love meant that the two werewolves agreed to mate. And mating was for life.

“Allow me then to make myself perfectly clear.” His muscles rippled and flexed while he lowered his head, and pressed his lips to hers.

Heat surged through her like molten lava erupting with volcanic heat. Her pussy throbbed painfully, her body on fire with need for his touch.

She pressed her fingers against his chest, ran them over his shoulders, brushed them against his bald head. Every inch of him, she wanted to know and touch every inch of his perfect body.

Once again Ralph ended the kiss. Leaning back on his haunches, he grabbed her shirt, pulling it hard enough to send buttons flying everywhere.

“Damn. Ralph.” His actions soaked her, her lust so strong in the air around them it was intoxicating.

He pulled again, freeing her of the restrictive clothing. And then his knuckles brushed the swell of her breasts. Her heart pounded too hard against his hand while he gripped her bra. With a quick tug the clasp gave way in the back, and he slid it down her arms.

Her nipples hardened instantly. Stripping her the way he had, so rough, so carnal, excited her more than she imagined it would.

“Are you going to take these off? Or am I?” He’d grabbed her jeans, his hand pressing into the softness of her belly. His flesh so hot it burned right through her, adding to the intense fire already surging through her.

Quickly she lay back on the bed, undoing her pants, sliding them down her legs.

Ralph’s impatience had her panting. She knew if she didn’t move fast enough he would rip them from her body, too.

“You are mighty demanding.” And she wasn’t sure how to feel about how excited it made her.

“I’m making sure there is no confusion this time.” He ran his hand down her body, stroking her from in between her breasts to the soft tender skin shaved smooth between her legs.

“You will not take anything without asking.” She wanted, more than anything, to hear him ask her to be his mate. Maybe it was that she too was a bit on the old-fashioned side, but hearing those words from him suddenly meant a lot to her.

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Ralph growled, the look he gave her almost fierce. He grabbed her legs, his thumbs pressing deep into her inner thighs. Her rear end left the bed while he lifted her, stretching her legs apart, spreading her wide open. All the while, his gaze was lowered, watching her pussy.

When she was sure if he spread her legs any further she would split in two, he dove down, burying his tongue deep inside her.

“Oh God.” She cried out, tossing her head from one side to the other. Her hair broke free of its ponytail holder, long strands sticking to her face.

But she couldn’t move them, couldn’t do anything but fist her bedspread in her hands, and hold on for dear life.

“More. Give me more.” Ralph spoke into her pussy, his hot breath teasing her soaked cunt.

Wave after wave of smoldering passion rippled through her, the intensity of it so strong she feared she would pass out, slip into some other state. Never had she climaxed like this before, and from simply his mouth.

Ralph lapped at her like a starving animal, showing no mercy, feeding from her like she was his lifeline. When she was sure he had consumed everything she could offer, his tongue did a wicked dance around her clit, stroked the inner side of her pussy, and she exploded again.

All of this was more than she could handle. She would lose it, change into her fur, lose her ability to think rationally. Something. Ralph took her to levels she didn’t know existed.

“I can’t.” She feared he would drain her of all moisture. “It’s too much.”

“No.” With measured effort, he placed hot wet kisses against her inner thighs. “It will never be too much, my dear.”

He teased her with how slowly he moved, his tongue and lips tracing fiery paths across her skin while he worked his way up her body. He lavished one breast and then the other, sucking in each nipple, teasing them ruthlessly with his teeth and mouth.

“Ralph.” She knew she would beg if she said another word. All would be over then.

She bit her lip, struggling not to say more.

“Yes?” His hot breath was as torturous as his cock, weighing heavy just above her pussy.

“Please.” The word escaped her. She didn’t want to say it, hated that she was ready to beg him to enter her, take away the pain, the pressure, the urgent need that throbbed ruthlessly throughout her.

“Please what?” His breath smelled of her rich cream. He looked up at her with so much more than just lust, just passion. She could see so much more.

It was on the tip of her tongue to beg him to fuck her. She took several deep breaths before speaking. “Please ask me,” she finally said, more than proud of herself for holding on to a small glint of sanity throughout his torture session.

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Ralph slammed his cock deep inside her at that moment. His thick, large shaft spread her, filled her, penetrated so far inside her she thought she would split in two.

“God. Oh. Ralph.” She screamed as he fucked her. His cock pulling out and thrusting deep inside of her faster than she was prepared for.

She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t hold on, couldn’t think. It was all she could do to see. His chest muscles bulged and contracted above her, his body wound tight while he beat her pussy with his cock harder and with more intensity than she thought she could handle.

Her human form barely had the strength to let go of the bedspread. She reached upward, grabbing his shoulders, feeling his hot moist skin against her hands. Digging into his flesh with her fingers, she held on, wishing somehow she could take the upper hand.

His cock stroked her inner pussy walls, appeasing the fire that burned there while making her burn hotter at the same time. The pressure he’d appeased with his tongue now grew again with more intensity than it had before.

But she wouldn’t go over the edge without him. “That’s it, wolf man.” She forced herself to talk, to at least sound like she held some semblance of control over the situation. “Fuck me. Take care of that itch you created.”