Page 10 of Lone Wolf
Just thinking about it made me shiver.
He must have felt it, because the muscles underneath my palms tightened and his nostrils flared. For a moment, I thought I smelled an unfamiliar alpha, but we were also walking past one of the air ducts and it might have been some oddity of the air circulation too. I buried my nose against his shoulder, close to his underarm, and breathed deeply, but he just smelled of human, if muskier than the usual. Not that it was a problem—I liked the way he smelled.
We reached my assigned room and I ran my bracelet over the sensor at the door, which would start the clock ticking on his time with me. As I reached for the door handle, David caught my wrist and held it in place.
“This isn’t just a bracelet, is it?”
“No, it’s like a badge to get you in and out of rooms,” I explained. “It tracks time, so you don’t pay for anything you don’t use.” I didn’t mention its other functions. If I tried to sneak out of the enclave while it was on my wrist, it would set off every alarm in the place.
“It doesn’t have a catch,” he said, his voice a little deeper.
“We’re not supposed to take them off. Controlled access.”
“Keeps you from going out through the gate too, right?”
I nodded. He was a sharp one.
David frowned at it, then turned me to face him. “You’re doing this willingly, aren’t you? Tell me the truth.”
Huh. No one ever asked me that. And normally, I wouldn’t feel any urge to tell him the truth, except that thiswasthe truth. “Entirely.” I let my eyes skate down over his body and felt another shiver of anticipation run down my spine. “So very willing, right now.” I licked my lips and when I raised my eyes to meet his, he was watching my mouth like he’d been locked outside the enclave for a day and I was holding a bottle of water. “Let’s go inside. I’m…anxious.” And I put a hand on his chest and raised my mouth to his.
His mouth tasted like mint and a hint of rum and he crushed me to him like he was claiming me forever. I mewled and let him take me, fumbling for the door handle until we fell through into the room and then all things desired were possible.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Normally, I’d have a client shower before sex, but I was suddenly ravenous and his hands on my body made me want to howl. Somewhere in the back of my brain it occurred to me that I’d left the pheromones turned up too high, but most of me was occupied with getting his clothes and my clothes off, so that little voice got shoved into a corner and told to shut up. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt my reputation a bit to be enthusiastic right from the start.
He picked me up and rushed us through the room, to fall onto the bed with me crushed beneath him.
“Off,” I complained and pushed him. He obeyed with a speed that startled me, and I realized he thought he’d hurt me, but I already had the fastenings of his jeans undone, my mouth tasting the skin of his chest and I worked my best to prove to him that it was exactly the opposite.
He grunted and took over, freeing himself from the rest of his clothing. I watched with appreciation—it was definitely going to be a good night.
“Now you,” he said, his voice again dropping a couple of notes. Almost like an alpha.
Maybe that was what had my hormones all in a stir. Whatever, I didn’t care. If I was lucky, he’d go home and tell his friends and I’d get more business out of it.
And if they all looked like him, then it would be entirely my pleasure. In both meanings of the word.
I let him strip me, mostly because I was busy running my hands and mouth and any other available body part over anything of his I could reach. He laughed, then when I was naked tossed me easily into the middle of the bed and climbed up to cover my body with his.
Heat flared between us, my heat and something in him that called to me at a level I’d never felt before. I wondered muzzily if humans had alphas too and then he was kissing me and I forgot everything except the feel of him against my body, the taste of his mouth on mine.
His hands moved frantically over my body as if it had been too long since he’d been skin to skin with someone. I stretched and arched my back, spreading my legs wider to give him the opportunity for touch that he seemed to so desperately need. That hint of strange alpha returned, caught at the back of my nose, then disappeared as he reached between us to test the readiness of my body.
“Yes, David. Please,” I whispered in his ear and thrust my hips up at him. I whined and bit at his neck as he pushed a finger inside me, my hips pumping instinctively at the promise of penetration. “Yes, fuck me,” I begged and practically climbed him in my eagerness.
Some humans would laugh when an omega got like this, some took it as leave to be rough. Some even found it vaguely frightening and would back off until I’d calmed again. David simply took charge, being careful of my comfort, picking me up so he could smooth out the sheets beneath me while I squirmed in his lap and nibbled my way along his shoulders.
When he laid me down this time, he stroked me gently from shoulder to thigh, over and over as if trying to calm a fractious pup. It had the exact opposite effect on me, but maybe he knew what he was doing because his eyes had gone dark and aware, and something inside me understood that I was meant to suffer and pine until he was ready to ease my torment. His fingers made promises to me and coaxed me to trust him, to give myself over into his care until he was ready to ease me. I didn’t want to, I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to ride me to satiation or for me to ride him with all the hovering violence of our wild ancestors, until one of us mastered the other, or we’d both been mastered.
But I knew, in my deepest heart, that what would please him most right now was my surrender. And, to my great surprise, I was happy to give him that because I knew he wouldn’t let me suffer long.
If only he were a shifter, this would be the alpha I would choose.
His hand came to a stop on my hip and he bent his head to kiss me, long and deep. I sighed against his mouth and stroked his back, reaching delicately at the end to cup the globes of his ass in a subtle request. He let out a breath, nibbled at my lower lip then, with his eyes locked on mine, he pushed himself inside me.
My eyes rolled back in my head, I was certain, because I was so ready for him to take me I almost came the instant I felt his cock brush over the back of my swollen and eager womb. My heels scrabbled against the sheets of the bed as I desperately tried to thrust up at him, begging him wordlessly for more and deeper and harder. For some reason, this made him more tender and he stroked my cheek, watching me intently even while his hips rocked back and forth in a rhythm that was steadily driving me out of my mind.
