Scarred Wolf by Charlene Hartnady

19

Everleigh

I answerhis request with a growl that reverberates from deep in my chest. I can’t tell him what I need. Words like that would sound better from a sailor on shore leave. I’ve released the tight-knuckled grip that had been keeping his jacket around my shoulders, and I see his eyes widen as it slides off my shoulders and pools around my hips on the sofa.

Unashamedly naked, I reach out a hand and trace my fingertip down the front of his torn shirt. He hasn’t said anything yet, and I take that as assent. Good, a smoky voice I don’t recognize growls deep inside my head. I think it’s my wolf, but I can’t be sure. Even though it freaks me out a little, I’m not afraid.

Without thinking, I lunge at him, my bare body crashing against him as I tear the shirt away from his chest. I want to feel his skin against mine, want to taste him. I run my mouth down his throat and he tilts his head slightly, but I sense he’s protecting his throat. Probably sensible, considering I can’t decide how deeply I want to sink my teeth in.

I lean back and take in the sight of him. He’s beautiful in the soft light of the moon; all rippling muscles and abs and hard masculine lines. Holy crap! He’s something to behold alright. I take eye-fucking to a whole new level. I feel myself become wetter by the second.

I run a palm down his torso, feeling faint ridges there. There are teeth marks on his shoulder, and I know those are mine. I can vaguely remember leaving them there. I note for a second that they’re practically healed. I see the old, raised scars on his chest. I want to run my hand over it, but I know instinctively that he wouldn’t like that. I want to ask him about them again, but this is not the time.

His chest is heaving, his breath coming hard. His eyes are glowing…gorgeous. My nipples have hardened into almost painful points…and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I want him to touch me! To be fair, I haven’t given him a chance. I’m still running heated eyes over him, fingers exploring brazenly. I’ve never been this forward and I like it. I like it a whole damned lot!

He’s strong…so strong, that smoky voice says. I realize with a shocked gasp that the voice was indeed my wolf. She approves. So do I. Still not freaking out! When I lower a hand to his crotch, I feel the huge throbbing bulge beneath the fabric of his pants. He may not be reciprocating my shameless exploration of his body, but he’s not resisting it either. Not resisting it at all. I growl again and shove my hand against his chest, pushing him back and straddling him as I fumble with his fly.

He grunts as his back hits the floor, but his hands are sliding up my arms, thumbs brushing the swell of my breasts. Just that slight sensation almost sets me on fire.

Want…need…now!my wolf is saying, or maybe it’s me this time. It’s hard to tell right now. I slide my hand into his pants and pull his cock free. Mother of god, he’s hung like a stallion! And I plan to ride him like one. I raise my hips, poised above him as I work to free his hot flesh. He’s cupping my breasts in his palms, and the sensation makes me want to tip my head back and howl. When he pushes himself back up to a sitting position and takes a taut nipple into his mouth, I moan out loud. Really loud. The sound is part animal. That’s not like me at all. I barely whimper during sex, but right now, I’m flat out groaning, and we haven’t even reached the hot stuff yet.

Oh, and there’s so much hot stuff to come if I have anything to say about it. I spread my thighs wider and guide the tip of his cock along my slick slit. The sensation makes my breath hiss through my teeth, and I rotate my hips as his cockhead bumps against my clit.

Good there…so good! So freaking good!

I want him inside me…deep inside. With his size, it’s going to be a challenge, but I’m up for it.

His tongue swirls around my nipple, and I reach a hand behind his head and press his face closer. His teeth graze lightly, then a little harder as my fingers tighten in his hair.

My chest is rising and falling rapidly as I angle the tip of his cock at my entrance. I growl out a hard moan as he breaches my opening. I sink down a little.

“Oh! Fuck! Yes!” someone shouts. Is that me? Oh dear god, it’s me.

Jaxon’s sharp groan mingles with my own as I continue my descent. For a second, there’s a wave of panic as I feel my flesh spreading around his impossible girth. I feel a sting. Where the hell am I going to fit all of that? My wolf snarls…or was that me? Both of us. More! More! I’m sliding up and down on his tip. I take more of him on a guttural growl. The sting is real. More! More! His thumb is on my clit, and I can hardly breathe. It hurts so good!

I hesitate a moment, catching my breath. I’m almost nose-to-nose with Jaxon and our eyes lock as I consume the last inch of him with my enveloping heat. His pupils are so dilated there’s barely a sliver of silver left. His finger stays on my clit where it slips and slides.

My eyes roll back, and I moan. Then his hands are on my hips, sliding around to cup my ass, fingers splaying into the soft flesh. He raises me slightly, and I whimper, then growl as he lowers me again. He repeats the move, agonizingly slowly. Too slow!

I dig my fingers into his shoulders. Undeterred, he moves my hips again, clearly trying to control the pace.

“You feel so fucking good!” he whispers against my lips.

I want to bite and tear into him. I want…I want…more! I curl my fingers around his wrists and tighten my grip, pulling his hands free as I slam down against him.

“Evie!” he chokes out. “Easy…easy, princess…” he speaks in a husky tone. “I’ve got you.”

I’m not listening. All that matters right now is this insatiable need, even though I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full of…man…of desire…of need. Jaxon seems to know what I want…what I have to have because he starts moving using punchy strokes that have my eyes watering and my breath freezing in my lungs.

“Oh! Oh!” I gasp. There are sharp fluttering sensations running from where my pussy is stretched around him, all the way up into my belly and into my chest. Everything is tightening and coiling. I look down at where his cock is disappearing inside me. At where Jaxon is fucking me. My breasts are jerking. My nipples raking against his chest. The sounds I’m making are far more animalistic than what would be considered normal. Thank god I own the penthouse suite, or my neighbors would call the cops for sure.

I think I see flickering around my peripheral vision. I’ve barely taken him inside me and already my orgasm is threatening to overwhelm me. My skin is tightening. My channel has started to spasm. Nearly…nearly…

His manly smell hits my nostrils, making me lift my head and howl. I drop my face into his neck and sniff. I’m about to come harder than I ever have in my whole life. I’m panting hard. On instinct, I lick the salt off his skin, feeling the sharp edges of my teeth rake against the pulse at the base of his neck as my pussy starts to spasm around him. The yell I give is unreal. It’s inhuman. I can’t think anymore, since my mind goes to hell as pleasure explodes inside me.

“Everleigh!” Jaxon’s twisted his fist into my hair and is yanking my head away. I howl again. All-out howl. I feel my teeth snap shut on air. My wolf is there…right there!

“No! Evie, stop!” Jaxon still has his hand tangled in my hair, and I’m still impaled on his cock. Why does this feel so good, and yet still not enough?

“More!” I yell. “Need more!” I demand, still coming around the thick length of him.

Jaxon’s shaking his head abruptly. In one bold move, he’s yanking me off of him and flipping me over. Before I have a chance to wail at the loss of him, he’s bent me forward over the sofa, using one hand to raise my ass into the air, and the other to line his thick head up with my slit. When he thrusts inside, I let out a hard, punchy scream. I swear I can feel him everywhere. Which is probably why I’m making such strangled sounds right now. As he pulls out and thrusts back in, I’m undone again. Again! What the actual fuck? I’m a one ‘O’ girl – max. And it takes work. Lots of work. Not this mad spiral into pleasure that makes me doubt my sanity. Every cell is pulsing in time with the pounding rhythm Jaxon has set up as he rams into me.

I lift my head and stare through lust-glazed eyes at our reflection in the glass of the window in front of us. I barely recognize myself. He’s got my hips in both hands and he’s frowning down at my back, dark brows furrowed in concentration, lips curled back from his teeth in a snarl. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. His heaving chest is gleaming beneath a silver-tinted sheen of sweat, and his belly muscles are flexing as he pumps his hips forward. Just the sight of him is almost enough to set me off again. But when he slides a hand around my hip over my mound and seeks out the throbbing nub of my clit, I’m a goner. A-freaking-gain!

The jerkiness of his thrusts tells me he’s not far behind. I hear him give a guttural snarl and cry out as he sinks in, balls deep, and then starts to pull back sharply. I know exactly what he’s about to do next…he’s planning to pull out. And I’m not having it. I growl low, reaching a hand back to grab his thigh, and something deep inside me clamps down. Hard.

“Evie! Fuck! No…” I hear him groan, but it’s too late. Those muscles deep inside are pulling at him, clasping the length of his pulsing shaft as he explodes inside me. I feel my body milking the hot, spurting spasms from him and I watch our reflection as he curls over my back, his face twisted in pleasure. I’m panting like a hound as I feel my own waves slowly subside. When he releases me, I wait for him to slide out, but he stays locked against me, still buried. I glance over my shoulder at him. His brow is still furrowed, lower lip between sharp teeth.

“You have to… let me…” he gasps out. I release my clenched muscles abruptly, and he sags away from me, his expression almost pained. My wolf is pissed. She wants more. Demands it in that smoky voice of hers.

Jaxon runs his hands down my back in a gesture that seems almost loving, and then he rises to his feet in a smooth move. I twist around to face him. In all his ridiculous glory. Even semi-erect, his cock is a thing of beauty. Funny that. I’ve never seen one I liked. But that…

“I’ll get you a towel,” he mutters, and I watch as the muscles in his back and ass roll and flex as he moves. The view from behind is just as good.

More!says Smokey. Now I’ve named my wolf. I really am going insane. I guess it’s better that I accept this…accept her. The sooner I do, the better it will be for me.

Are you for real? I’m not going to walk for a week! I try talking back to her. Does it work like that?

Jaxon’s headed back, and he’s kneeling between my splayed thighs, gently wiping at the stickiness between them. He’s frowning darkly.

“We shouldn’t have…” he begins.

I give a shrug. “It’s okay, I’m on the Pill,” I tell him. Though I should have asked if he had a clean bill of health. I guess this wasn’t my most responsible sexual decision. It’s not like I was thinking. A couple of orgasms will turn a brain into swiss cheese.

“That may not be enough,” he says solemnly, peering down at where he’s still tending to my girly bits. If he keeps that up, I may be with Smokey on my next move. He continues, “We wolves have powerful seed. And you are in heat.”

“Like I said, I’m on birth control.” It still baffles me how arrogant he is. He might have powerful seed, but I won’t ovulate because of the Pill. I take it religiously. I’m careful. He’s being a little dramatic. Plus, I instinctively knew that I wouldn’t be sated until he came inside me. It was a risk, but a calculated one. I’m not worried. “It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

I move away, onto the sofa, noting with dismay that the white leather has been slashed to pieces. I look down at my nails. Shit.

He may be right, though. There’s more wet trickling down my inner thighs, and I’m almost convinced I can feel it tingling. I try not to let it freak me out. For now, a lethargy is sinking in and I let it happen.

I can see the worry lines between his eyes. It makes me feel bad. It was wrong of me to force him to come inside me. I wasn’t really thinking at the time. “There’s a pill I can take to be sure I don’t become pregnant. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He deserves an apology.

He nods once, not looking convinced.

“What next?” I ask him.

“Now we rest,” he says, and without another word, sweeps me into his arms and carries me to my room. I know he’s doing all of this to help me through this and not because he feels anything real for me, but I can’t help the tightening in my chest as he carries me. I can’t help but enjoy his strong arms around me. I need to be careful. Sex is one thing, but I could easily fall for this man. I’m in for a rude awakening when he deposits me on my bed and then leaves without a backward glance. That sure as hell put me in my place. By the sound of her whine, Smokey agrees with me. It’s not the first time we’ve agreed on something tonight. Maybe I’m getting better at this wolf shifter thing already.