Masked By Danger by Christa Wick

Chapter Eleven

Smiling more broadly,she untangled the covers from her waist, stood and grabbed the bathroom supplies that came with the room and the duffel bag of clothes the ridiculous she-wolf had dropped off at Cade's.

Iris slung the bag over her shoulder, unlocked her side of the door, then raised her hand to knock.

Before she could land the first sharp rap of her knuckles against the wood, however, her knees went weak. A wild, violent shudder swept through her, tingling all her nerve endings and pulsing her core.

Immediately, she bit her tongue to keep from gasping. And moaning. The bastard had been taking care of himself in the shower, stroking, squeezing...

Heart racing, she braced one hand against the wall to keep from breaking down the closed door to join him as the sensation of a hot, turbulent orgasm ripped through her.

Not her orgasm—Cade’s.

By his own hand.

She slammed her eyes shut to try to stop her imagination from torturing her any further. Only to have them shocked open a second later when the bathroom door jerked inward, revealing Cade in nothing but a towel around his waist, with the water still running in the shower behind him.

Her gaze skipped away from his fierce expression to take in the broad, powerful chest covered in protective tattoos with dark, wet hair matting against his skin. Powerless to stop it, her attention then dipped to his navel, then lower still to where the hair narrowed into a line that traveled below the towel.

Her eyes ran over every droplet of water clinging to his skin, until she saw the single thick pearl of liquid on his muscled abdomen just above the long, hard erection fighting to push free and unravel his towel.

Instantly, her mouth flooded with need.

Trancelike, she swiped a finger against that bead of liquid and brought it to her lips. Her already shaky legs buckled as she took a panicked step back, shocked over her actions—and how savagely she wanted to do it again.

Just that quickly, her knees gave out, but Cade caught her before she could collapse to the floor.

The water coating his skin penetrated her nightgown as he wrapped his arms around her and growled, "You don’t get to run after doing that, baby."

"Doing what?" She looked up, floating in a fog of arousal that was only getting worse now that she could hear him as well as see him.

"Tasting me," he rasped, his voice deeper and more feral than she’d ever heard it. “You don’t get to run without letting me do the same to you, mate.”

Still holding her upright, Cade walked them into her bedroom. In a haze, she felt her legs move with him, felt the hard bulge of his cock, his body heat through the towel, and her wet clothes sucking at her skin. He pushed her onto the bed, the towel falling from his hips as he bent forward.

With his entire physique being so big and powerful, it came as no surprise that his cock was equally impressive. Almost intimidatingly so.

As she looked her fill, more of his cum leaked from the small slit, the stream too steady for beads to fully form. She pressed against his chest as indecision rolled her lips. Something clawed inside her, wanting out. She shook her head, but could see that Cade was too far gone to accept any weak protest she might make.

To be fair, it wasn't like she could actually shape the word "no,” especially when her entire body was fighting against the mere thought of denying him. Because the truth was, she was too far gone as well. Vicious need poured through her veins, clenched her core.

Made her moan his name quietly.

Growling at the sound, Cade pushed her gown up. His fingers curled around the gusset of her panties and then he ripped them from her. Unable to wait another second, he dipped two thick fingers into the wet evidence of her arousal and brought them to his mouth.

He tasted her then, just as she had tasted him, his eyes almost euphoric—and nearly all-wolf.

With her juices clinging to his hand, he clutched at her hips and then his cock thrust into her in one hard, deep stroke.

His wolf knot formed immediately, stretching the flesh just inside her pussy. She opened her mouth, sucking in gulps of oxygen that burned her lungs as if she had sucked in fire. In the best, most intense possible way.

Cade sealed his lips against hers, his tongue invading with the same force as his cock. His thick fingers wound through her hair, holding her in place as he kissed and fucked.

The kisses dipped down to her neck. She felt the threat of fangs against her skin. A moan, her own, blurred her vision.

"Shh, love." His kisses gentled, which slowly decimated her. Tenderly, he cupped her cheek to stare into her eyes, but she averted her face with what strength she could manage to keep her last remaining walls of resistance up all around her heart.

Her lips quivered as she fought her body’s exploding response. Her breath came in short pants, the air passing her lips blue with witch light.

Cade kissed along her throat and the top of her shoulder. "Let go, Iris."

His words confused her. She was fighting like hell not to wrap her arms and legs around him, not to lift when he dipped or throw herself against him like the surf at high tide when his hips slowed to tease her sex with soft little rolls.

She wasn’t holding on.

There was nothing to let go of.

He pulled back, the wolf knot ensuring he wouldn't slip out, but allowing him to sit on his haunches. He wrapped her thighs around his hips and stared down at her exposed pussy, and gorgeously pink clit. His thumb landed gently on her flesh where the silver ring pierced the thick, glistening hood.

His tongue pressed restlessly against his top lip. He met her gaze, his thumb toying with the clit ring and the tender spine of need it penetrated.

"All night long I dreamed of touching you…my mouth here..." He pushed harder against the sensitive nodule and its metal ornament. The pleasure his touch created forced her hips up. His cock tugged inside her, the knot refusing to yield its position.

Iris brought her arms up to cover her face. She didn’t want Cade to see her coming even if the play of a blue hazy light over her convulsing body exposed her pleasure.

"You can’t hide, baby." He rubbed harder at her clit, the resulting jerks of her body more violent as her flesh coiled around his cock. "Neither can your wolf. I see her—I've always seen her."

Still shielding her face, she shook her head. She had no wolf, the blue light proved as much. Whatever she was, it was neither wolf nor human. Her ability to sense like a wolf and heal like one came from her magic. That left her a freak among mankind and the wolves—even among the witches.

Cade exhaled, his whole body suddenly immobile. Iris couldn’t subside. Her hips moved in a small circle, all the motion in the room hers beyond Cade's breathing. She wiggled, dipped, rode his cock and the thumb he kept firm against her clit. The knot and fat head stretched her pussy with each thrust she forced against him. She could feel their round, unyielding mass crowding and stroking as a shock wave of release exploded through her.

"Enough!" Cade barked. He pushed forward, sinking deeper. His hands wrapped around her wrists, jerked her arms above her head. He stared into her eyes, his wolf glowing in his gaze as he began to make shallow pumps against her mound. "You’re going to look at me the next time you come and that sweet pussy goes crazy."

She tried to shut her eyes. His growl forced them wide.

"I can see her hiding inside you."

She shook her head. Other than the big cock she had locked around, Iris had no wolf inside her. If she accepted otherwise, then she had stayed away from her pack—from her mate—for a dozen years with no reason. She hadn't been beside her grandmother as the woman died. All those years would have been wasted.

"Baby, she wants to howl." Cade kissed her.

This time she didn’t seek to evade his lips. She groaned down his throat, fresh tension stacking between her thighs. He sank deep, the pressure of his thick shaft making her eyes roll up. His back contorted in a way only shifters could move.

Feeling the wolf knot swell bigger, Iris cried out. She knew what came next, needed him out of her, but her body conspired with Cade. She arched against him, her moans urging him on, her whimpers a plea for him to release inside her, to fill her with his fluid and all its potentialities.

Cade bit lightly at Iris's lips, his tongue curling along their interior side between nips. He grew still. His broad chest rose and fell in deep breaths.

She opened her eyes, stared into his. Just as when he had frozen earlier, Iris couldn’t stop moving against Cade’s body. Her pussy hugged his shaft, sucked and squeezed at the head and knot, coiled around his entire thick length to twist greedily at his cock as it grew another impossible inch.

Her flesh at the brink of another release, she watched as more of Cade’s wolf crowded his gaze, his eyes gleaming like molten silver the closer he got to losing control completely.

She exhaled a shivery breath of pure witch light at the thought of him so wildly untamed, and he growled, sealing his lips over hers, drawing in every last glowing spark until their groans of pleasure turned downright feral the instant they both hurtled over the edge.

She felt the hard jerks of his cock, felt the knot pulse with each jerk, momentarily losing volume before inflating fuller, stretching her a little more, making her already snug folds caress him even tighter.

Cade buried his face against her throat, his muffled words incomprehensible but the tone loving and sated. Her senses were hit with a sudden attack of what felt like all the most powerful allergens in the world combined—the closest she could ever come to tears—as she waited for him to unknot.

She wanted to believe that something had changed, but she was no more a wolf than when she had first erupted from sleep that morning. And no matter what Cade believed, no matter how many shifters took latents as mates, she would bear no cubs and no clan would accept her as one of their own.

The wolves in West Virginia had been given sixteen years to accept Iris. They never had. She had been shunned or ignored by all but her grandmother and Cade, their lives made more dangerous because they cared about her, wanted to keep her safe.

Still knotted inside Iris, Cade lifted his head from her shoulder. His hands gently brushed away the sweaty strands of hair that plastered her face. Seeing the tears she had shed, he thumbed their glistening line and pushed deeper, his cock and mouth seeking to keep the next tear from forming.

"It’s okay, baby," he told her in a raw whisper. "Your wolf will come out next time."

Just like that, all the warmth lingering in Iris's body fled at his words.