Mating Fever by Susan Hayes
Trina
He’s an agent, not a criminal.
Trina was equal parts relieved and amused by the revelation. Her instincts were still good, and there was no doubt in her mind Rod—no—Jack, was exactly who he said he was. She didn’t need her head examined because she hadn’t fallen for a criminal, but gods above, how much paperwork were they going to end up filing over this clusterfuck? Two agents, two agencies, and zero communication. Heads were going to roll before this was over. She really hoped Max was the first one to get axed.
She had a thousand questions for Jack, but once his mouth touched hers she forgot every last one of them. She wasn’t Lily anymore, or Agent Thorn. She was just Trina, held fast in the arms of a man she’d desired from the first moment they met. For now, it was all she cared about. Everything else could wait.
Jack’s tongue slid along the seam of her lips and she opened her mouth, inviting him in. He growled in approval as he took the kiss deeper, tongues dueling for dominance as they kissed, both of them keeping a tight hold on the other. Mouths open, tongues tangled, his kisses grew harder and more demanding with every passing second. Her clit throbbed and her breasts ached, every part of her craving his touch.
Unable to hold back, Trina ground her denim-covered pussy on one well-muscled thigh, pressing the seam of her jeans against her clitoris in a desperate attempt to get relief. Jack groaned into her mouth, his hands busy tearing at her clothes. Her fingers found the waistband of his jeans and she slipped a hand inside, humming with pleasure when she found the tip of his cock resting against the hard lines of his washboard stomach. She stroked a finger over his slit, teasing out a drop of pre-cum. He growled and bucked his hips against her hand.
“Fuck, that’s good. I love having your hands on me.”
“You’re going to get a lot more than just my hands on you once I get you out of these jeans,” she vowed.
“Thank Christ.” His vest was already on the floor, and now he tugged the tattered remains of her T-shirt over her head and dropped it on the growing pile of their clothes.
“You owe me a new shirt, too.”
“You can have any of mine you want. And I volunteer to wash your back for as long as it takes to get those felt pen marks off your wet, naked, body.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, rubbing the calloused pads of his thumbs across her taut nipples.
“Deal.” Trina was too turned on to talk right now. She dropped to her knees in front of Jack and opened his jeans the rest of the way. His newly freed cock was only a few inches from her mouth, and she leaned in to nibble her way along the thick shaft.
Jack groaned and jerked his pants down to his thighs, giving her full access to his cock and balls. “Suck me. I’ve been imagining your hot little mouth wrapped around my dick for hours.”
Trina swirled her tongue around the head of his dick, teasing and tasting. She curled her fingers around the base of his shaft and started stroking him in time with the movements of her tongue, and within seconds he was pumping his hips against her hand. He was easily the biggest man she’d ever been with, and the thought of having his nine-inch cock slamming into her from behind made her pussy quiver and grow slick with cream.
Humming softly, she took the broad head of his cock into her mouth, working every part of him with her tongue as she eased him deeper.
“Fuck!” Jack’s cock twitched against her tongue as he groaned aloud, a rambling litany of curses and encouragements falling from his lips. His fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head steady while he rocking his hips, fucking her mouth with slow, rolling strokes. She focused on the top half of his cock, working the lower shaft with her hand in time to his thrusts. She devoured him, stroking and teasing him with her tongue, learning what made him craziest and using it to push him closer to the frayed edge of his control.
His breathing was ragged by the time he finally tugged at her hair, easing her head back from his cock. “You need to stop or I’m going to come down your throat, and while that sounds like a really good idea right now, I’d rather fuck you properly first.”
Trina swiped the tip of her tongue across the slit at the top of his dick one last time before releasing him from her mouth. Without a word she got to her feet and stripped off the rest of her clothes, deliberately turning her back to her soon-to-be lover. She heard the shuffle of fabric and the thump of boots hitting the threadbare carpet, and then a wall of muscled heat was behind her, guiding her forcefully toward the bed.
“No maid service in this fine establishment?” she quipped as she eyed the rumpled sheets.
“I think the cockroaches ate the employees months ago. If you don’t like the look of the bed, I’m happy to fuck you up against the nearest flat surface you deem acceptable to your delicate sensibilities.”
She laughed and turned around to face him, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as she looked up into his handsome face. “The bed will be fine.”
“Good.” He grabbed her by the hips and lifted, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as their mouths met in another heated kiss. His cock was trapped between them, rubbing against her swollen clit with every step he took. Both of them moaned as pleasure surged through them, and it was all she could do not to raise up and impale herself on him right then and there. He kissed her even as he lowered her to the bed, pinning her beneath him as he slid his cock through the slick folds of her pussy. A low growl of need rolled through him and she arched her hips in invitation.
Instead of taking her, he broke their kiss to give her an arrogant grin. “Not yet. You got a taste of me and now it’s my turn.”
“So that’s how it’s going to be?”
“Let’s call it a little inter-agency give and take.”
She laughed and unwound her legs from around his hips, leaving him free to move. He didn’t waste any time, kissing his way down her body, leaving no part of her untasted. When he finally arrived at the apex of her thighs, he inhaled once, parted her folds and ran his tongue the length of her pussy. Trina bent her knees, setting her feet flat on the bed and arched upward with a cry as sensations overwhelmed her. Drunk with need, she threw back her head and begged for what she craved. “Make me come, Jack.”
There was no hesitation and no time to brace herself for what came next, He didn’t take, he ravished, sucking and laving with mouth and tongue until she was trembling and breathless. When she was almost to the breaking point he withdrew, and she lifted her head, ready to protest the loss of his touch. The sight of him sheathing his cock in latex quieted her, her channel clenching in anticipation of finally being filled.
Jack wrapped a big hand around each of her ankles and lifted her legs, drawing them around his hips as he settled into the cradle of her thighs. His cock bumped against her hyper-sensitive clit, making her moan. He did it again, deliberately this time, rubbing the head of his dick back and forth until she was out of her mind with need. Just as she opened her mouth to demand he fuck her, he shifted his hips and entered her, stretching her wide.
Jack moved slowly, giving her body time to adjust, his eyes locked on hers the entire time. Once he was fully seated, he blew out a ragged breath. “Hang on tight, baby, this is going to get a little rough.” He paused for a second and then his mouth quirked up in a grin. “Or a lot rough.”
She nodded and spread her arms out on the bed, digging her fingers into the sheets as he started moving. “I like it that way.”
He took her hard and fast, powering in and out of her body so all she could do was hang on and enjoy the ride. The sounds of sex filled the room, the slick slap of bodies coming together as they gave voice to their mutual need. Jack kept up his pounding rhythm until she was lost to everything but the sensations pouring through her, and then he pressed the broad pad of his thumb into her folds, finding her clit and working it against her pubic bone until she finally erupted into an orgasm.
She was still lost in the thrall of her release when his cock thickened and he lowered himself over her. His knees were braced on the the edge of the mattress. His hands on either side of her shoulders. She thought he was going to kiss her. He didn’t. Instead, he dropped his head to her throat and sank his teeth into the side of her neck.
She yelped in expected pain, but all she felt was a rush of pleasure so pure and powerful she was helpless to do anything but ride another wave. This one took her higher, and she came at the same time he did.
Once she found the strength to move, she shoved at his shoulder. “What the fuck was that? You bit me!”
He raised his head to look down at her. That’s when she saw his eyes. They weren’t brown anymore. They were amber. The eyes of an animal… a wolf.
“Mine.” His voice was strange, like there were two beings speaking with one mouth.
That’s when understanding dawned.
She touched his lips. There was a trace of blood on them. Her blood. He bared his teeth for her, showing her his fangs. He hadn’t just bitten her. He’d claimed her. “You…”
“Are a werewolf. And you are my mate, Trina Thorn.”
So many questions tumbled through her mind, but the one that came out first was, “When did the DEA start hiring wolves?”
“We’ve always been in the DEA, they just didn’t know about us until a few years ago.” He grinned and his eyes changed back to their usual brown. “Plenty of wolves in all sorts of law enforcement agencies. Other kinds of paranormals, too.”
“Hiding in plain sight.” She nodded. It made sense. What better way to make sure your secrets stayed hidden than to be part of the investigations that might uncover something hard to explain?
“You’re taking this rather well.” He kissed her and then rose to dispose of the condom. She hadn’t found the strength to move by the time he returned, and he stretched out on the bed, carefully drawing her into his arms.
“Honestly, I’m sort of relieved. I didn’t understand why the hell I wanted to get naked and naughty with biker with a criminal record and a bad attitude. Now it makes sense. When a wolf finds their mate, both people feel it, even if one of them is human.”
“That’s right.” He nuzzled her hair. “And I did not have a bad attitude. I was playing a part.”
“You were an asshole,” she informed him. “One hundred percent. Possibly one-hundred and ten.”
“Okay. I was playing the part of an asshole. I’ve been Ramrod Steele for more than a year. After a while, the edges start to blur.”
“I know the feeling.” She’d only done one long term stint undercover. By the time it was over she’d needed to use every day of her vacation time to get reacquainted with herself. In fact, that was the last time she’d gone on vacation. After more than a year, Jack was going to need some down time. A lot of it.
“I bet you do. And that makes this even more amazing. I mean, what are the odds? Not just that two agents were undercover at the same place and time, but that they’d turn out to be mates?”
They both heard the sound at the same moment. The familiar sound of someone putting a key in a lock. The lock on their door.
Jack’s smile vanished in a heartbeat. He stiffened and growled just as the door opened to reveal Trixi standing there, a cruel smile on her crimson mouth.
“Someone’s been keeping secrets,” said in a sing-song tone. Then she was gone, the rapid-fire clack of high heels the only clue to which way she’d run.
Shit.
