Werewolves in Love 1: Kiss and Kin (12 page)

Lark leaned against the counter, towel in hand, naked but for tiny lace panties and seriously high, spiked heels. Her hair hung loose about her shoulders, still smelling like apples.

Instantly his cock stiffened and rose. His mouth watered at the sight of her hard, rosy nipples and the dark, neatly trimmed patch peeking through the lace of her purple panties. He could still taste her in his memory.

He swallowed. “Have you been running around like that?”

The pulse in his throat jumped at her slow half-grin.

“I need my towel, please.” His voice shook, and he knew she heard it.

“If you come over here, I’ll dry you off,” she said huskily. “You look like you could use some help.” Her hand drifted across her stomach, down to the waistband of her panties.

He smelled her heat, heard her heart. His blood turned to fire as it raced through his veins. His dick throbbed and pointed straight at her—
go! that way!
—but he stood rooted in place, paralyzed with lust, hands dangling at his side.

The look she gave him—hot, sultry, straight in the eye—left him gasping for breath. He didn’t know this Lark, this cocky, confident woman who stared at him as if she owned him and could make him do what she wanted. She did, and she could, and it scared the shit out of him.

“Where have you been?”

“I went to see Meg.”

“You saw my mom?”

“Yes.”

“What the fuck for?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

He knew he’d lost control of the situation; he just didn’t know how.

“You’ll tell me now.”

“No, I won’t.” Her laughter filled the bathroom and tickled the pit of his stomach. She held his gaze. “You’re still wet, and so am I.” Her hand dipped into her panties, and his whole body shuddered. “If you come over here right now, I promise to leave the heels on,” she whispered.

His body finally wrested control from his mind. He stumbled over to her. She pushed away from the counter to lay her hands lightly on his chest, and he bent his head, expecting a kiss. His lips met her hair. He gasped as she sucked the water off his skin. Her hands fluttered down his sternum, and she dragged her thumbnails across his obliques as she licked more droplets from his torso.

“I love your stomach,” she purred against his chest, pressing her palms flat against his belly. “I dream about your stomach. I’m gonna curl up and go to sleep on your stomach.” She pulled her head back to look up at him with a smirk. “You know what? I think carpet in a bathroom is a wonderful thing.”

He closed his eyes and fought for air. Desire wracked his body, his blood pounding in his ears. He growled with need. He tried to put his hands on her ass, to pull her tight, but she sank to her knees, her soft tits slowly sliding down his body and over his aching, iron hard dick.

“Lark,” he moaned, “what are doing to me…”

“Shh,” she said. “Look in the mirror.”

His eyes flew open to see her head poised before his groin. She rubbed her cheek against his dick, and he reached down to gather chestnut silk in his hands. His stomach muscles spasmed as her fingers followed the hair running down his belly until they met her mouth.

She stroked his balls with one warm, supple hand and wrapped the other around the base of his swollen dick. He shuddered and sucked in his breath when she licked up the vein on the underside of the shaft. Then she took the head in her mouth and suckled, swirling her tongue around and around.

“God, yes,” he breathed between clenched teeth, “baby, that’s…fuck, that’s perfect, Lark, that feels so good.”

He felt her smile around the knob of his dick before she slid the rest of it into her mouth as far as it would go, until it touched the back of her throat. He gasped with awe and pleasure. Slowly she pulled it out, keeping her mouth tight around it like a popsicle. She laved the head with her sweet, hot tongue again, then took it all the way back into her mouth. Her hands stroked at a firm and steady pace with her mouth, working his shaft as she sucked.

He watched the mirror as his hips jerked rhythmically against her mouth. Taking care not to push her head, he ran the silk of her hair between his fingers.

“Put your other hand between my legs, baby, please,” he begged. She slid her fingers behind his balls, pressing up. He shuddered again. “That’s it, that’s so good,” he panted.

He couldn’t hold on much longer. She’d milk him until he came, but suddenly he needed to be inside her.

He put his hands beneath her chin and gently pulled out of her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” she cried, looking up in confusion. The love in her eyes warmed him till he glowed.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he growled, stroking her face as he pulled her up. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

He held her chin and lowered his mouth to hers, tasting himself as he sucked her tongue. Before she could wrap her arms around his neck, he forced them back to her sides and spun her around with a shaky laugh.

“Taran!” she mewled, “what are you—” She moaned as he bent her over the counter.

Covering her body with his, he whispered in her ear, “I need to come inside you. You can look in the mirror if you want.”

She did, her lovely face flushed with desire, lips wet and parted, eyes half closed. He watched her face as he spread her arms and flattened her hands against the counter, making sure she was braced. She shivered as he rubbed his chest against her back, his stiff cock pressing against the crack of her sweet, round ass.

She cried out when he grabbed her panties and yanked them down. He held her feet steady to pull the panties all the way off, smiling in triumph when he saw her legs shaking.

“I love it like this,” she whimpered. “Hard. I love it hard like this.”

He crouched to grasp her cheeks with both hands, reveling in the hot, firm flesh, and she shrieked when he nipped at one side and licked the sting away.

“Do it again,” she moaned, and he obeyed.

He slid two fingers inside her, finding her hotter and wetter than he’d even imagined. Her muscles squeezed his fingers. She let out a long wail of pleasure. He slowly spread his fingers, stretching her, and she sobbed when he pulled them out and plunged them back in.

“Are you about to come, baby?” he breathed.

Another sob was all the answer he needed.

He guided his cock into her, groaning long and hard as he finally found the warm, wet shelter he’d sought. They were perfectly aligned, perfectly fitted for this. He grabbed her hips and dug his fingers into her flesh, pulling her ass back against him so she didn’t have to take all the weight on her arms. Finally deep within her, he abandoned control and began to pump, letting his body do what it needed. She met his every thrust.

“Harder,” she whimpered. “Do it harder.”

He did, closing his eyes and losing himself in her slick warmth, letting the noise of her ecstasy wash away the remnants of his fear and doubt, sure at last that she was his not because he’d claimed her, but because she’d chosen him.

He smiled, delighted, when she reached back to grab his hand and press it between her legs. The edge of the counter bit into the back of his hand as she ground against his palm. She screamed when his middle finger found her clit and seconds later she came, wet and hot and screaming his name. Her screams died away into little half sobs, and his body began to jerk as the orgasm seized him.

He heard himself shout, telling her he loved her, saying things he’d never said to any female before. Hard and helplessly he came, and he collapsed across her back, burying his face in her hair, resting in the scent of his mate.

“Taran,” she whispered. “Sweetie. I can’t stand up. You have to get off me.” She giggled a little hysterically. Her ankles were wobbling in the four inch spikes, his body pressing her down against the ice cold granite.

He laughed into her hair. “I’m sorry, baby. One sec.” He raised himself off her, bracing his hands on the vanity and taking a couple deep breaths. “Okay.”

Smoothly, and with no apparent effort, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to his bed, letting her drop with a thud. He laughed at her “oof!” of surprise. Then he tenderly unstrapped her heels and tossed them away before falling down atop her.

“Oh. Sorry, I’m too heavy—”

“Shh, it’s okay.” Rolling him over onto his back, she laid her head against his stomach and drew the blanket up. She tucked her hand beneath his butt and breathed in the scent of his seed, the both of them still wet and warm and sticky. She shivered as he played with her hair.

“La Perla,” he said sleepily.

“Huh?”

“It’s—”

“I know what La Perla is, Taran. It’s expensive lingerie. What about it?”

“I’m buying you some. A lot.”

“You don’t want me in flannel?”

“I’d fuck you in burlap, baby. But I want to see you in satin and silk too.”

“Bought a lot of La Perla, have you?”

“No. But Nick buys it for all his females.”

“Ew.”

His hands stopped in her hair for a moment. “What ew?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit nothing. Why do you care what Nick buys for his women?” he asked belligerently.

Alarmed, she raised up on her elbow to look at him. “I don’t care,” she said softly. “Other people might, that’s all.”

He frowned at her for a long minute, and she would’ve laughed at his eventual shock of comprehension if it hadn’t been such a sad subject.

“You mean TJ…?”

“Let’s forget I said anything, okay? Please. I didn’t mean to spoil the afterglow. I’ll wear whatever you buy me.” She put her head back down. “Play with my hair some more.”

“How about those corset things?” he asked eventually.

“Corset things?”

“You know. The ones that go around your waist, but not over your tits. You wear them with garters and panties.”

“That’s more sex boutique than La Perla but sure, I can do that. I can do anything.”

His laughter stopped abruptly, and his hand paused in her hair again. “You can? Like, what’re we talking about here? What’ve you done”

“I don’t mean I
will
do anything,” she sighed patiently. “I haven’t done everything; I’m just open to ideas. Okay?”

“You give damned good head.” He was quiet for a minute. “Where’d you learn that?”

“The Dummy’s Guide to Blowjobs,” she said drily.

She could sense his dismay.

“Taran.” She rolled over on top of him, resting her chin on his stomach. “I’m twenty-six. I would’ve waited for you if I’d known you wanted me, but come on.”

“I haven’t slept with anyone in a long time,” he whispered. “That’s how bad I’ve needed you.”

“But I still haven’t slept with nearly as many people as you have altogether. It doesn’t really matter, since we’ll never sleep with anyone else again. Right?”

He nodded contritely. “Right. You’re right.”

“Okay, then.” She laid her cheek against his belly once more.

She’d just dozed off when he asked, “What did you talk to my mom about?”

“Us. Danny. The whole thing.”

“How’d she know about the whole thing?”

“Oh. Right, I haven’t told you.”

She rolled off and crawled up to lay her head on the pillow next to him. He pulled her hand back over and pressed it to his stomach. She remembered TJ telling her how deeply wolves craved touching and holding, and her heart ached to think how long he’d been without it. The touch of friends and family couldn’t substitute for a mate’s. She resolved to hold and caress him every second she could.

Snuggling into him she whispered, “Well, big guy, you were in the
Chronicle
this morning.”

“I was? Why—oh, shit…”

“Yeah. Big Ass Werewolf Races Down I-10 In Midst of Traffic Pileup, or something like that. Not sure why so many people saw you. That late at night, and you moving so fast, I’d have thought you’d be some kind of blur, but apparently you ran across the tops of a few cars.”

“Fuck.” He shot up. “Lark!
Did I hurt anyone??
”

“Of course not, baby, I’d have told you already if you did! Lie down.” Once he’d settled back, she wrapped her arm around him. “No. You scared the hell out of a bunch of people, but you missed the cheap cars—you only hit the big stuff. Left some dents and scratches. So far, the department’s only said it was a police officer in pursuit of a dangerous suspect, and they’ll reimburse all vehicle owners for damage. So it’s good. Your name might not even get out there.”

“Nick didn’t mention any of that last night.”

“I think he was more concerned with you.”

“About TJ…”

“No, Taran. No about TJ. That one’s off limits.” She laid a hand against his cheek, looked into his eye. “Swear to me, baby. No word to anyone.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“God…” she groaned in ecstasy, “…I love it when you do what I tell you. If I’d known all these years I could boss you around like this, I would’ve been so…
Taran!”

She shrieked as he flipped her on her back, held both her hands above her head in one of his giant paws, and tickled her mercilessly under her arms and on her sides. She screamed and thrashed but she couldn’t very well move with three hundred pounds of werewolf on top of her.

“Good Lord, little girl!” he shouted. “Where the fuck did you learn language like that?” He had to stop tickling her because he was laughing too hard.

She lay beneath him, gasping for breath. “Taran Lloyd, you fucking asshole,” she panted, “every time you tickle me like that, there’s gonna be consequences. You hear me? Big, big consequences.”

“I think there already are,” he rumbled into her ear. He still held her hands imprisoned above her head, and now his other hand dipped into her folds, stroking the fresh wetness. “See? I think you liked it.” He rested his hand there and stared at her, daring her to move, his mouth an inch above hers.

“So. You want to know what Meg and I talked about?”

He grinned wickedly. “You trying to embarrass me? You think I can’t make love to you if you bring up my mom? I’ve been having dirty dreams about my cousin for years. Nothing embarrasses me.” He lowered his mouth to stroke his tongue across her nipple, so lightly she wasn’t even sure he’d done it, and she arched against him with a needy little cry.