Wolf Bite (4 page)

“Invite me to stay,” he said, repeating his earlier command. And it was a command, no mistaking his tone.

“You don’t want me that way, Mason.” Unfortunately, the hitch in her breath gave her away and her heart beat too fast. It was too easy to imagine being naked with him and her pussy flexed in anticipation. Any chance of disguising her need was shot to hell when he trailed his fingers across her breast again. He teased the peaked tip before tugging the silk tie holding her blouse closed.

“Don’t tell me what I want.” His mouth closed over hers and her synapses short-circuited. She’d always imagined what kissing him would be like—dreamed about it, even. But nothing she’d imagined prepared her for his slow, sensual assault. She’d thought he’d be hard and fast. Yet, he was slow and sweet. He teased. He coaxed.

Insane.
Kissing Mason Clayborne was insane. He was a wolf. She’d fled them. She wanted to be free of all that craziness. In Mason’s arms, however, she was out of control and safe. Impossible, contradictory experiences then his tongue slid along the seam of her mouth and she opened to him.

The change in him surged through the electricity of the kiss. He stormed through her defenses, demanding her acquiescence. God help her, she gave it. She couldn’t do anything else. His tongue slid over hers, around, seeking every inch of her. A fist in her hair angled her head back, granting him deeper access.

His growl vibrated through her and she clenched her thighs. Her shirt vanished in shreds of floating silk, then his hot hands were on her breasts and she forgot how to think.

Chocolate and strawberries
. She tasted as refreshing and decadent as the ice cream she’d consumed. Sweeter still, because Lexi was the confection he wanted to devour. Moving from her mouth, he kissed a trail to her throat and licked the salt off her skin.
Sugar and spice.
 

“Mason, we can’t.” He could tell she didn’t believe her protest, even though she said the words. He bit her in the soft, sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. A tender bite, one he knew wouldn’t break her delicate skin. The thud of her heart increased and combined with the trembling racing over her muscles. She definitely didn’t believe what she’d said. Lifting his head, he glanced down at her bared breasts. Her dusky nipples were darker—like European chocolates—and made his mouth water.

“We can,” he told her, because she needed to hear the assurance. Being so near to her, he wanted to drown in her scent. His wolf wanted to roll in it, until they were both coated.

“Mason,” she whispered, then scraped her nails over his scalp. A growl rumbled through his throat at her blatant invitation. “We haven’t seen each other in years.”

“I know,” he said, and locked his lips around one turgid nipple. She fisted his hair. Instead of trying to pull him away, she urged him closer. He sucked the hard point, caressing the pebbling skin with his tongue and growled again. Not some youngling out of control, yet his wolf continued to scrabble against the surface and he blinked. The world deepened in color and he knew his eyes had shifted.

His beast shared his longing for Lexi. Lust punched him hard and he stroked his palms down to her skirt. The fabric was in the way. His claws sharpened and he sliced through, peeling it off then her panties and what was left of her hose. The spice of her arousal filled his nostrils. He continued to suck on her nipple with hard long pulls, and released it only to clamp down again.

Her sharp cries punctuated each action he took. Holding the tip hostage, he cut off the blood flow for a moment. When he released her nipple, blood filled it, engorging the tip further. He knew it stung and felt good. Her heart rate rose and she made a sound of protest when he abandoned the first nipple to deliver the same treatment to the other.

“Mason.” Again, she said his name and it came out a husky, low plea. Retracting his claws, he skated his palms over her thighs to the underside. He lifted, adjusting her to straddle his lap, until his erection fitted snug against her. His cock ached, and denim blocked him from her pussy. But he had plans for that pussy.

“You smell hot, wet, and ready,” he said against her breasts. They were mouthwatering in their fullness and she tipped her head back, baring her throat. Gloriously beautiful, the act thrust her breasts toward him. He ran his hands up and down her back, pausing to squeeze her ass before sliding up again.

A vicious wave of need twisted his stomach. Hungry for her, so desperately hungry, and his wolf agreed. The years away from pack had been hard. The years away from her? Absolutely brutal. She was beautiful, sexy, and aroused. He licked her nipple, pausing to watch how it puckered, flushing darker. Her moan in response fired through him. Cupping her breasts, Alexis drifted closer to him and he glanced at her face. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, but she definitely stared at him.

Her sexuality crashed against him. She was offering her breasts. The desperation clawing inside him eased, his wolf relaxed. He reached up to wrap his hand around her throat and she angled her head back once more. The act of surrender fed the craving rushing through his system. “Thank you,” he told her, his voice deepening. The wolf agreed, they would take care of her and give her pleasure.

Sucking a nipple back into his mouth, he savored it like the favorite treat it was and dragged a moan out of her that stiffened his cock painfully. He squeezed the rounded curves of her ass. With an arch and a cry, she rubbed against him, but the denim would rasp and harm her soft flesh.
Unacceptable.
Shifting his grip to her hips, he held her still and continued to torment them both.

Lapping at her nipple, he smiled when she growled. She fisted his hair and yanked. He understood the request and raised his head to kiss her. It was as wild as the first, wet and deep, and her tongue twined against his. When she bit his lip, his body bucked against the control he held it in. She was naked, hot, and willing in his arms. He wanted to bury himself balls deep and mark her as his.

That realization doused him in a cold river of reality. He couldn’t mark her. He couldn’t own her. Law bound all Lone Wolves—alone meant alone permanently. No mate. No companion.

But pleasure
…his wolf argued.
We can have pleasure
. They could have Lexi and the no holds barred decadence of being so deep inside of her they could forget they had nowhere to belong.

“I have a bed,” she said and he remembered her injury. She was on her knees and one had been hurt. Annoyed with himself for forgetting, he rose and carried her with him. Wrapped in the warm musk of her femininity, he strode through the apartment to her bedroom. Her scent was everywhere and, like her living room, she’d decorated in cool, clean lines.

Order carved upon order. Lowering her to the bed and wanting no more barriers, he toed off his shoes then stripped off his shirt and jeans. He paused at the foot of her bed, gazing at her. Sprawled against the colorful blanket, she was a piece of the night carved out just for him. He had to be careful, watch his strength, and never ever hurt her.

His wolf agreed. They would never harm an inch of her silken softness. The dim light from the living room wasn’t enough to reach this far, leaving the room in more shadows than light. Not that he needed any illumination. His wolf’s eyes already adjusted and the more he gazed at her, the less control he had.

“If I hurt you,” he ordered, “tell me.”

“I’m…” But he didn’t want her to finish the sentence. She was an adult and she’d grown up in a wolf pack. Highly sexual creatures, wolves appreciated sensuality. He’d been denied the opportunity to see her sensuality flourish and bloom, the chance to tutor her into discovering what pleased her.

The agony of that loss ate away at him, but he pushed past the pain. He was with her and hopefully her lovers had been kind to her, had been patient, because God help him, his patience shredded. Spreading her thighs with his hands, he surged forward and put his mouth on her. With one long lick, he began at her entrance and swirled his tongue. She creamed against him and he devoured the flavor of her.

He was no longer in the mood to go slow. He wanted to taste every inch of her, wrench out every pleasure. Tonguing her with hard firm strokes, he nibbled his way to her clit, and it swelled against his lips. Her scream rose as he dragged one orgasm from her. Even as she shook, he went to work driving her toward another.

Only once he’d earned a second scream from her did he begin the long, slow ascent along her body. Slick with sweat, the delicious friction increased his hunger to taste her again, but he wanted to be inside her when she came again. He wanted to feel her pussy clench around his cock. Her slack muscles went tense and she urged him closer. They kissed, their mouths fusing together. The bite of her nails along his back had him growling. The wolf was done with the dance. It wanted her and it wanted to be inside her.

Unwilling to hurt her, however, he nudged at her entrance. She reached between them and her hand wrapped around his length. His vision flattened as pleasure arced down his spine. She guided him, hooked her leg over his hip, then he began to sink into her. His cock was hard as stone and she was so fucking soft and hot.

Reaching past her for the headboard, he locked his hand around it and squeezed even as he continued the relentless thrust with agonizing slowness. She was so fucking tight, he worried he could be hurting her. Her low cries turned to moans and she tipped her head. Her bare throat offered an invitation that his wolf leaped to take. Mason fought the instinct. Flexing his hand against the wood, he heard it crack.

He couldn’t bite her, no matter how badly he wanted to. Her inner muscles spasmed around him. Her eyes opened to reveal pupils so wide they’d nearly swallowed the irises. Then he was fully inside and he went still, determined to let her get used to the feel of him.

“More,” she shuddered and urged him with a caress to his spine, her fingers flexing on his back. The scratches galvanized him and he drew back only to slam into her again. Wood splintered and the bed bucked as he found his rhythm, thrusting into the velvet silkiness of her pussy. She yelled his name, her inner muscles clamped down on him and still he drove on, angling so every thrust of his cock ground against her clit.

Rapidly losing the battle against biting her, he fisted her hair with his free hand and angled her mouth for a hard kiss. When she bit his lower lip, he tasted blood, fury and passion. The headboard snapped as his spine went rigid and his balls dragged up. The world splintered and he heard her cry out. She clenched around him as she came again and he went over with her, his orgasm shooting out of him in a hard stream. Everything teetered as he flexed, trying to push deeper, then the bed collapsed.

His vision flickered. Gradually, he became aware of her hands gliding over him. Petting him, his brain supplied, and his wolf sighed, quieter than he’d been in years. For the first time since his father’s death, Mason experienced peace. The feeling grew as she continued to stroke him. Face buried against her throat, he licked her salty skin. Her sigh, almost an echo of his wolf’s, whispered over him. Belatedly, he recalled her injury and forced himself up, sliding to her side so he could glance down at her leg. The bandage he’d applied had darkened, but he didn’t scent any fresh blood.

“I’m okay,” she told him, transferring her caresses to his chest and he settled for drawing her close. When she rested her cheek on his chest above his heart, he closed his eyes. For a few minutes, he told himself, he would pretend being with her was okay and that he could hold her through the night. He knew he needed to leave her before he promised anything.

“Only okay?” The need to tease her brushed aside his other concerns. He could leave in the morning. Touch hunger left his soul parched and her nearness provided a desperately needed soaking rain. Tugging her closer, he claimed her mouth. Far from sated, he’d taken the edge off and allowed himself the time to savor the kiss. Lexi nipped his lip.

“More than okay,” she told him and swatted his hands when he tried to pull her back. “I want to touch this time.” Intrigued, he rolled onto his back. She rose up on her knees, a tentativeness to her actions, and his eyes narrowed.

“I told you to tell me if I hurt you.”

When he would have risen to examine her for injury, she slapped his chest. The sting roused his wolf, but Lexi only glared. “And you didn’t hurt me. But I haven’t had sex in a long time and you’re huge…so I’m a little sore. Now, lay still. And stop growling.”

Unaware he’d started again, he stopped. Surprise filtered through him. So far, twice he’d forgotten himself around her. She continued to pet him, running her hands over his chest. She dipped closer and kissed the spot she’d slapped. “How long?” he asked. Her statement roused his curiosity.

“None of your business.” She bit down on his nipple. Pleasure coursed through him.

“A long time, then.”

She paused and looked up at him. “Really, Mason? Do you want to talk about my previous partners or do you want to let me play with you? I mean, I can tell you all about…”

He pinched her ass and she yelped. “I don’t want to know about any of them. I just wanted to know how long because I’d like to shove my cock back into your sweet pussy and fuck you sideways.” Fresh arousal spiced the air and he smiled. “Oh, you liked the sound of that.”

Clearing her throat, she tried to shrug then rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why I try to pretend. You always know when I’m lying anyway.”

He did, but her confession satisfied him on a level he didn’t want to examine. Surrendering her pleasure had been one thing, giving him her honesty without pretense…that was something else. He’d lived surrounded by those who told lies as easily as they breathed. Polite lies. Impolite lies. Angry lies. Greedy lies. Always lies—about how they felt or what they wanted. They even had a name for it—social convention. Bullshit that excused more bullshit. Humans weren’t wolves. While Lexi was human, she was different. She belonged—