Wicked Werewolf Passion (3 page)

Carmen tugged against him, digging in her heels. “No. Wait. Please. You don’t understand.”

He turned to her, ready to throw her over his shoulder, but her earnest expression stilled him. 

“I’m not sorry for following you,” she declared. “I had to see you. I need to talk to you.”

“And I want to talk, baby, I do, but right now you should know that I’m fighting the urge to strip you naked and have my wicked way with you right here in the garage.”

Her eyes went wide and a slow smile slid onto her lips. “Before I had to practically beg you to kiss me and now you want to strip me naked in the garage?”

“Now I’m not on duty and if you keep looking that pleased with the idea, we really aren’t going to make it inside.”

She wet her lips and his cock jerked against his zipper. “We should talk before we...we should talk. About what happens in a month, on my birthday. What if we aren’t-”

“Talking is overrated.” Shi scooped her up into his arms, keeping her from asking questions neither of them really wanted to answer right now. 

She yelped. “What are you doing?” 

“What I’ve wanted to do for a long time, baby. I’m taking you to a bed, even if it’s not mine, where you really belong.”

“You Tarzan and me Jane?” she joked, her mood instantly lifting, just as he’d hoped. She’d had enough to worry over this past year and a half. Tonight, he wanted her happy.  

“I’ll gladly play Tarzan and Jane with you, baby,” he promised her. 

She laughed as he shoved open the door, a soft sexy sound that radiated along every nerve ending he had. “Unlike the past where you played bodyguard and ‘Saint Shi’?”

“Exactly.”

“I can’t wait.” she teased. 

A smile played on Shi’s lips at her reply, and he eagerly stepped inside the hallway, where they were greeted by an automatic light. How easily this woman lightened his dark mood. Shi couldn’t get them up the dozen steps fast enough. He stopped at the top and took in the large living area, counting windows, and noting the kitchen to the left. 

“What is this place?” Carmen asked, about the time Shi spotted a bedroom to his right and headed that direction.  He could smell her, taste her on his lips, feel her close to him, and it was driving him crazy. 

“Safe house,” he said, stepping over the threshold to the oversized bedroom suite, automatic lights spilling a warm amber glow over the room. Shi quickly noted the absence of windows or doors that had to be custom designed, vaguely taking in expensive furnishing and several leather chairs in a corner.  

“Safe house?” she asked alarmed. “Why do you need a safe house?”

She really had no idea how dangerous her father was and he hoped she wasn’t in for a rude awakening. No. He hoped he was wrong about Alexander but he knew he wasn’t. Shi took her down on top of a king sized mattress framed with massive Mahogany posts. “Nico thought me being here would keep us apart,” Shi explained, settling on top of her, the softness of her beneath him a little piece of heaven on earth.  

“Nico was wrong,” she laughed, a soft delicate sound that pleased him. 

He brushed hair from her eyes. “Nico isn’t often wrong. I suspect he knew you followed me and made sure no one else did. He knew we needed tonight.”

Her smile slid away, her lashes lowering and lifting. “Don’t say that like there isn’t anything but tonight.”

Shi brushed his lips over hers. “Why don’t I just stop talking all together? I can think of all kinds of things to do with my mouth that you’ll enjoy more.”

Her fingers curled on his cheek. “But we need-”

He slid his tongue past her lips, stroked away her objection. “No buts.”

“Yes but,” she insisted, but she sounded less convincing. 

“You talk,” he suggested, smiling against her lips. “My mouth is going to be busy.” His hands slid down her arms, his lips down her cheek, her neck. He nuzzled her ear. “You smell good.” Her scent had always driven him crazy, testing his willpower. 

“Shi damn it, stop trying to distract me. There are things that I want to say to you and...” She moaned as he caressed her breast, scraping his teeth over her nipple through the thin silk of her blouse and then panting, “I can’t say them when...you’re doing that. Behave for just a minute.”

He’d been behaving for over a year. He wasn’t doing it tonight, but he didn’t say that. Actions spoke louder than words, but he’d let her get a few more in before he made sure she was otherwise occupied. Shi slid down her body, lingering at her stomach and kissing the velvety soft skin there, before caressing a path down her hips to stand up. “What did you want to say?” He tossed one of her boots and then the other, and went to work on his own.

She lifted up onto her elbows. “I wanted to talk about my father.”

“What about him?” he asked, tugging his shirt over his head and flinging it away.  

Her eyes raked over his naked torso. “I…about...I forgot.”

“I don’t remember you being forgetful.”

“That’s because you always kept your clothes on even when I didn’t want you to.”

He wanted her like he had never wanted anything in his life, not even when he was paired with a mate who was already of age. “Let’s start with yours.”

She sat up. “Wait!” Her hands went to his.  

He froze and glanced up at her, arching an eyebrow in silent question. 

“I’m suddenly nervous. Really nervous.”

He slid a hand to her cheek. “You have no reason to be nervous.” He leaned in and nibbled her ear. “Not with me. Not ever.” He inched her blouse upward and pulled it over her head, and she let him toss it aside. His gaze dropped to her breast, high and full, the lace of her black bra framing them perfectly, and he had to inhale to control himself. He would not rush this.  She was nervous. Hell, part of him was nervous, and he didn’t get nervous. She mattered though. Carmen mattered like no one and nothing had in a very long time. 

His gaze lifted to hers, their eyes colliding, electricity charging the air and his hand slid back to her cheek. “Don’t be nervous.”

She covered his hand with hers. “You have like a hundred years of experience on me.” Her voice was soft, breathless. 

His blood ran icy at the idea of another wolf touching her. 

Her nostrils flared, her eyes going wide. “Don’t make assumptions. I can smell them all over you. I’ve not been with anyone, Shi. How could I when I wanted you?”

Relief washed over him and he watched her relax with him, her shoulders easing just a bit. “Good,” he said, running his thumb over her full bottom lip the way he’d wanted to almost hourly for all those months as her bodyguard. “I’d have killed any wolf who touched you.” There was no apology in his tone, no remorse. He was a wolf. No one touched his woman but him. 

She laughed without humor. “I’m going to justify how much I like how possessively you just said that by reminding myself there’s no wolf to kill.” 

He eased her back onto the mattress, framing her body with his. There was so much he wanted to say to her. Like this is how it is between mates. Like she belonged to him and him to her. That even if biology said differently, she was the woman he loved. But he didn’t. He couldn’t, because Shi knew that if they weren’t mates, he couldn’t fairly ask her to turn her back on her father, or even a true mate, who could give her children. 

“I’m going to make love to you now, Carmen,” he murmured against her lips and when she didn’t object, he tasted her, slowly kissing her, amazed at the willpower her nerves gave him, the tenderness that filled him. The way his need to please her, held his absolute need to claim her, in check. And she wasn’t human, and there would be no pain with her first time, but he wanted this to be memorable. 

Shi began to kiss his way down her neck, and she slid a hand to his face. “Shi.”

He leaned back to look at her. “What baby?”

“I hate I’m the reason you had to leave.”

“You’re also the reason I’m back.” The only reason he’d had to live beyond dedication to protecting his race in longer than he could remember. He slanted his mouth over hers, and this time the kiss consumed them, the passion blossoming into something raw and real, like nothing he’d ever felt. 

He traced the lace of her bra with his finger then his tongue, unhooking the front snap and freeing her breast. She gasped as he filled his palms, lapping at one of her rosy nipples.  She was delicate and sweet, still untouched by the hell of wars their race battled despite the loss of her family, and he wanted to protect her, to please her.

Her fingers slid to his hair and he inched lower, kissing his way down her stomach to the top of her leather pants. She lifted to her elbows immediately, panic in her eyes. “Easy,” he murmured, his hand flattening on her stomach, silently urging her to lay down. “Relax.”

“I’m trying. I am. I’m just-”

He pressed his mouth to the V of her body and she moaned and fell back onto the mattress. Shi let the heat of his mouth caress her, unzipping her pants as he did and then not giving her time for more objections. He reached for her leather pants and skimmed them down over her hips, tugging them from her legs. She tried to sit up, but he quickly pulled her legs to his hips and slid his fingers into the slick, wet heat of her body, his gaze raking over her pebbled nipples. She was hot for him, ripe and ready, and he intended to take everything she’d give him. 

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to taste you?” he asked, holding her stare. “How many times I’ve thought about how sweet you’ll be?” 

“Shi,” she whispered and she didn’t have to say more. He could smell her nerves, her arousal, her need.

He leaned in and licked her, and she quivered beneath his tongue. Shi’s cock thickened at her response, the promise of finally being inside her so close, his body ached with the promise. But not yet. Not quite yet. Now he wanted her pleasure, her orgasm, her walls to come down, and for her to give him her satisfaction, her release.  

Shi flattened a hand on her flat stomach, suckling her sensitive nub into his mouth, licking and teasing her, until she was wet and swollen and ready for more. Then, and only then, did he gently eased one finger inside her, stretching her. Preparing her for him. She moaned with the sensation of him filling her, lifting her hips upward, and he answered the silent plea for more by slipping a second finger inside her. She dug her fingers into the bed, stiffening, and then he felt her muscles contract around him, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. He licked her to completion, slowly bringing her down, even as his own body grew hotter and harder. 

When she buried her face in her hands, embarrassed from her pleasure, Shi was on top of her in an instant, kissing her, the taste of her on their lips like fuel on a fire. Suddenly, they were burning wild, touching each other, kissing each other. Moving together. Somehow his pants were gone, and he was spreading her legs, settling his cock into the slick heat of the V of her body.  

He leaned back to stare down at her. “It won’t hurt,” he promised, sliding his shaft up and down the velvety dampness of her body. 

“I know,” she breathed, arching against him. “So what are you waiting for?” 

Shi didn’t need to be told twice. He parted her, pressing inside the tight recesses of her body and then slowly slid inside, inch by inch, careful not to hurt her.  She moaned, her lashes lowering, her arms wrapping around his neck. 

“More,” she whispered. “More of you.”

He pulled back and slid into her, this time hard and fast and she gasped, but not with pain. She arched upward, meeting him halfway, the wolf in her taking control. She was all instinct and passion now, and she took him with her. The wildness erupted again, his hands all over her. Hers all over him. He rolled her over and she sat up on top of him, straddling him. The nerves and shyness of minutes before were gone. 

She stared down at him, her red hair wild around her shoulders, her breasts high, her nipples pebbled, and she began to rock against him. She was beautiful and sexy and his, and he intended to spend all night making sure she knew that. And when she buried her face in his neck, grinding her hips to his, as if she couldn’t get enough of him, he knew he was lost to this woman, and he didn’t want to be found. 

Shi held her, molding her close, pressing deeper and taking them both to the edge. She shattered around him, milking his cock, with tight pulls that ripped his release from him. Time became a blur of pleasure, of her moans, of his, until they collapsed together and lay there for several minutes.

Shi brushed a hand down her hair. “Still nervous?” 

She laughed and leaned up to look at him. “Nervous? Who was nervous?”

His lips curved. “Not you, of course.” His cell phone rang.

“Sounds like my call for the bathroom,” she said, and kissed him, her voice softening. “I still can’t believe you’re really here.” And then she slipped away from him, proving she was no longer feeling shy by walking towards the bathroom in all her naked perfection. She smiled over her shoulder at him, all sweet, teasing seduction, and then shut the door. Shi ignored his phone and swung his legs off the bed, about to pursue his woman, when the ringing stopped and immediately started again. 

He sighed and snatched his phone from his jeans where they rested on the floor, and noting Nico’s number hit the ‘answer’ button.  “Get the fuck out of there now,” Nico ordered into the phone. “It’s a setup. Alexander has an arrest warrant for you and some proof you’re a traitor, selling secrets to the Rebels.” 

“What?” Shi demanded, shoving the phone between his shoulder and ear, already grabbing his pants and shoving them on. “What the fuck are you talking about?”