Authors: Shelly Laurenston
As his claws ripped the sheets underneath them, he knew at that very moment that he loved her.
***
She could hear the sheets ripping under her. His claws were out. His fangs. His eyes had shifted. Who knew this would be such a turn on? And it was. It was like her entire body was on fire. For him. And only him.
She liked making him crazy. As crazy as he was making her. She bit into the flesh of his chest and he moaned and snarled all at the same time. He pounded into her harder, a delicious punishment for working so hard to make him come.
Her orgasm slammed into her like a runaway train. So hard that she ripped flesh off his back with her nails and screamed in release. He came a moment after, his back arching, a howl torn from his throat. Knowing she made him howl…no, you really couldn’t get cooler than that.
He dropped on top of her. His whole body clearly too devastated to move. And she didn’t complain. She didn’t realize how much she’d like such a big guy lying on top of her. She felt warm. Cozy. Safe. After a few minutes, he rolled off. His warmth gone, the sweat on her body chilled. She almost told him to roll his ass back.
They were both silent for several moments. Then she chuckled. She couldn’t help herself. Then he started to chuckle. Then they both started laughing outright.
“I was right,” she finally managed. “Viking.”
With a playful growl, he launched himself at her, knocking both of them off the bed.
***
“
Mmmhm
,
Conall
.”
Conall’s
eyes snapped open.
What in hell
? He turned over slowly and looked at her. He could see her clearly in the pitch-black room. She was on her side, facing him. And she was asleep.
He raised an eyebrow. The woman was definitely out cold, but he’d heard her voice. Was she dreaming about him? They’d just had several hours of seriously hard-core sex, she should be just sleeping. And she definitely shouldn’t be having wet dreams about him still.
She suddenly stretched, turning so that her back was against the bare mattress. The ruined sheets had hit the floor hours ago. While she stretched, her back arched, presenting those adorable breasts of hers to him like an offering from the gods. He leaned down and licked one. Just a slow swipe. Her back arched more and again she moaned his name.
He stared at her, loving his wolf eyes because he could see her without turning on a light and ruining the moment. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And it wasn’t just her looks. Hell, those could go and he wouldn’t miss them. It was something else. It was her. She was raw and rude and who she was. The wolf in him loved that. Loved her. When she was around, the wolf in him just wanted to lie down and put his head in her lap. And he didn’t have to hide who he was. She seemed to relish the rawness that he’d always worked so hard to keep bottled up.
“
Conall
?” It sounded almost like she was pleading with him. Christ, what exactly was his dream self up to? He noticed that her arms were still over her head, like someone was holding them in place. He growled and she smiled in her sleep. Her lust reaching out and grabbing him around the cock.
He reached over and ran his finger gently across her nipple. It hardened further under his touch but she didn’t wake. He pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She wiggled a bit, but she was still asleep.
Yeah, he liked the way she slept.
He brought his mouth down to her breast, grasping her nipple gently between his teeth. He let his tongue flick over it again and again and then he sucked. She made desperate sounds from the back of her throat, but miraculously she was still out cold.
He ran his hand down her stomach and in between her thighs. She moaned as his forefinger circled her clit then flicked it. She almost came off the bed, so he grasped her arms and held them down.
He briefly closed his eyes. He never thought he’d meet someone like Miki. Someone strong enough to be his woman. His mate. But she was. She was everything he’d ever hoped for. And it didn’t hurt that she was one wicked fuck.
He worked her clit with his fingers and her breasts with his mouth and tongue. But whatever was happening in her dream was bringing her halfway to climax. All he was doing was providing the last little push she needed.
She shuddered. Actually, her entire body did. Then her legs began to shake. She was coming, and he pulled back just enough so that he could watch her. She always came hard and loud, and looked beautiful doing it.
He stayed with her until her body settled down. Then she smiled in her sleep and sighed… his name.
If he physically could have, he would have come himself. That’s what the woman did to him. Instead, he decided right then and there. He was going to marry Miki Kendrick. He just had to convince her. And, hell, how hard could that be?
***
Miki felt warm lips against hers. She sighed and opened her eyes, giving them a few seconds to adjust to the darkness. His lips moved gently down her neck and she felt that wonderful hair of his rubbing across her flesh. God, she loved the feel of his hair against her body. She wanted to run her hands through it, but she couldn’t since her arms were pinned above her head.
“Um…
Conall
?”
“Um…Miki?”
“What’s the deal with my arms?”
“It was the only way to keep you on the bed?”
“See, statements like that really freak me out.”
“You started it.”
“I started what?”
“A woman moans your name in her sleep, it’s really hard to ignore her.”
Now this was just getting embarrassing. “God, did I
jackoff
in my sleep again?” This wasn’t a mental disorder was it? Like being a sociopath or a schizophrenic.
“No. But I thought you could use a little assistance with that.”
“Oh.” She thought she had dreamed all that. She was glad she hadn’t because it
fuckin
’ rocked. He kissed her mouth again, released her arms then sat up, his back against the headboard. He reached over to the side table and grabbed something. She heard a tearing sound and realized he’d grabbed a condom. “What are you doing, Viking?”
“Get up here, Kendrick.”
“I’m sleeping.”
“Not anymore you’re not. Let’s go. Haul it out.”
“Well, you are quite the romantic.” She pulled herself up and crawled into his lap.
“You want romantic? How about ‘I
wanna
fuck.’ ”
“Asshole,” she muttered as she straddled his waist and lowered herself onto him. She was already wet and his big cock slid in easily. She let go a rough moan. Christ, he felt so good inside her.
“You okay?” His voice was rough like hers now. She couldn’t see him very well in the dark. But she could see his eyes. And she could feel him.
“Are you kidding?”
He licked her neck as he grabbed her around the waist. “I wanted to fuck and kiss you all at the same time without arching my back, and I was thinking this might be the best way to do it.”
He didn’t seem bothered by their height differences. In fact, it seemed as if he enjoyed the challenge.
“Kiss me,
Mik
.”
She leaned forward, her arms around his neck, her breasts against his chest. She slowly ran her tongue along his bottom lip, then slid to the top. He tried to capture her mouth with his, but she pulled back, drawing one of his growls. She was really enjoying teasing him. He leaned back and waited. She touched his lips again with her tongue. He tasted so good. But when he tried to kiss her, she pulled away.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Having a little fun.”
He groaned. One of frustration, his head rubbing against her cheek then her neck. “
Dammit
, woman. Kiss me.”
“All right,” she laughed. “Don’t whine.” She kissed him and she felt his hands tighten on her waist, his cock expand even more inside her.
She dug her hands into his hair and pulled him closer. It was like they were both trying to slide into each other’s skin. He held her tight as his tongue stroked hers. She felt how much he wanted her. Needed her, even. No one had ever reacted this way to her before. Or made her feel the same. She slowly began to ride him, her hips moving against him, her pussy tightening around his cock. He moaned and his fingers dug deep into her flesh. It hurt, but in a good way. A damn good way. She didn’t rush it and he didn’t ask her to. It seemed like they were both just enjoying the moment. Enjoying each other.
“Miki-baby?”
She liked when he called her that. She realized it was his nickname for her. And she liked that she had a nickname. “
Mhhmm
?”
“You don’t have any school plans tomorrow, do you?”
“No. Why?”
“Just wondering what would happen if we kept this going for the next four or five hours.”
Miki chuckled. “I don’t sleep, Viking. Not really. So it wouldn’t matter to me.”
He licked her neck. Nipped her earlobe. And she just kept riding him. “You just need somebody to wear you out.”
She snorted. “Yeah. Good luck with that.” They both froze.
Dammit
.
“Uh,
Conall
…”
“Too late! The gauntlet’s been laid. I accept your challenge.”
“No. No. Now let’s be rational about this.” She tried to squirm away from him, but his grip was like a vice. He wasn’t letting her go anywhere and she loved every minute of it.
“Dogs aren’t rational, baby. We’re dogs. We just want a job.” He squeezed her ass and she squeaked. “And I just found mine…”
Chapter Ten
It was her damn cell phone ringing that woke him up. He wondered where she was and why she hadn’t answered it yet. Then he realized that she was asleep on his back. Not against his back. On his back. Out cold, in fact. It took some work, but he’d finally worn her out enough to get some sleep. He had to admit, though, it was quite the party getting her there.
He gazed at the clock. They’d been asleep for about six hours. Not a big deal for him, but he knew she only got about three or four hours of sleep a night, if she were lucky.
He loved having her on his back, her soft breasts pressing against his flesh. Her arms thrown loosely over his shoulders. Her legs stretched out on top of his, although her toes barely passed the back of his knees.
The phone had stopped ringing. But now it kept making a beeping sound that made it clear there was a message waiting. That would get on his nerves real quick. He hated to wake her, but she should get her phone and he really had to pee.
“Miki-baby.” She stirred a little. Her head turned and her lips pressed against his naked back. Immediately he got hard again. How? His cock should have fallen off with the work out it got last night. “
Mik
.”
“
Mmmhmm
?” She sounded sated.
“Your phone’s beeping?”
“What?” He felt the top of half of her body lift off his back and his skin barked at the loss of her. “Oh.”
She slid off his back, her groin briefly dragging across his ass. He was pretty sure nothing would ever feel better than that.
She flipped the phone open and quickly checked her messages. She frowned and speed-dialed a number.
“Hey, Craig. It’s me.
Whasup
?”
Conall
sat up. He watched her move as she held the phone. He liked watching her move.
“Yeah. I can meet you. But not now. How about breakfast at the diner across from the Watson Suites? Yeah. Yeah. That works. Cool. See
ya
.” She closed her cell phone.
“Everything okay?”
She shrugged. A casual move. All the tension she had when he’d touched her at the club seemed to have drifted away. “Not sure. Craig is weird. It could be something serious or something he thinks is serious that isn’t. It’s always a crapshoot with him.”
She yawned and stretched. He watched her body go taut and heard the little high-pitched noise she made at the back of her throat. Before he knew it, he’d slipped out of bed and was heading for her. But she saw him coming and stepped away.
“I don’t think so.”
He almost groaned. She wasn’t going back into “stay away from
Conall
” mode again, was she? “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.” She walked to the bathroom. “You’ve got something else to do.”
“Which is?”
She looked at him from the bathroom doorway. “Help with the soap.”
***
One shower and three orgasms later, they’d made it to the diner.
Conall
kept staring at her over his orange juice while they waited for their food. She tried to ignore him but the man didn’t make it easy. Especially when he kept growling.
“Stop doing that.”
“Stop doing what?”
“Growling.”
“It makes you wet, doesn’t it?”
She tried to glare at him over her cup of coffee but one look at that beautiful, wicked face and it took all her strength not to nail him right there in the booth. “Bastard.”