Motor City Wolf (6 page)

“Don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” She blinked at him in confusion.

“On second thought, grab the wine and come with me.” He held out his hand, pleased when she took it without question and stood. “We’re going up to my place.”

“Very well.” She picked up the half-empty bottle and followed him out the door and up the stairs.

Once inside his apartment, Greg flicked on the living room light. Though his unit had the same basic layout as hers, it was a lot less soothing and nowhere near as neat.

“Do you have glasses?” She held up the wine.

“Yeah, but I don’t think we’re going to need them until later.”

“What?” She blinked at him and licked her lips again.

“Nothing, princess. Just this.” It took the lightest tug to pull her against him so he could claim her mouth with his.

Fee didn’t fight him, or even hesitate a moment. With a happy little hum, she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back. The wine bottle thunked against his spine.

He knew there would be no going back from this and Fee was smart enough to be aware of that, too. His scent had soaked into her skin, along with her own musk, and that combination caused all his possessive instincts to stand up and roar.

“Mine,” he rumbled in a voice so deep it was barely audible, even to his better-than-human hearing. “You know where this is going?” He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the beauty of her scent mingled with his.

“I believe so.” Rather than push away, she arched her neck to give him better access. “Into your bedroom?”

“Good idea.” That’s where the condoms were. He took the wine bottle from her and set it on the counter.

His entire being pulsed with the need to take her, to claim her. He’d never had this powerful a reaction to any woman he’d had sex with, not even one who was ovulating. In fact, even with condoms, he’d avoided that situation. He’d always been able to say no and walk away. Maybe his hormones were telling him something his brain hadn’t figured out yet. Right now he didn’t care.

When Greg lifted her into his arms, she squeaked with surprise. “What?”

He chuckled. “I want a real bed this time, princess. It’s gonna be a long, long night.”

Fianna held on to Greg’s strong shoulders as he carried her into his bedroom, barely believing this was happening. She’d wished for it since she’d met him, so it was almost too good to be true.

Well, of course it was. She was probably terrible at this, and she would likely disappoint him. Her only previous lover had told her she was awful. She’d had more enjoyment in the cellar this afternoon than ever before in her life.

Still, she couldn’t waste this opportunity. She nuzzled the base of Greg’s neck and inhaled the scent of his skin. Her past, her lack of magic and Greg’s situation with his grandfather were all forgotten. All she could focus on was here and now—this powerful male who was about to claim her as his own. He stopped beside the unmade bed and slowly lowered her to the floor, allowing her body to glide along his in the process. His obvious arousal only heightened her own.

“This time I want to see all of you.” He worked her shirt and bra up over her head.

He’d told her earlier that he liked her breasts, but she still had to fight the urge to cover their smallness with her arms.

“Don’t hide from me, princess. I intend to not only see every inch of you, but touch and taste every bit as well.” As if to prove it, he leaned down and nipped the upper slope of her modest curves. The mild sting startled her into looking up into his eyes, which had gone almost black with passion. “Remember what I said earlier. You’re perfect for you. That makes you perfect to me.”

It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her and Fianna felt a tear prick the corner of her eyelid. Greg must have seen it, because he pressed his lips to the crease, wiping it away. He kissed a line over to her ear and lightly nibbled all around the edge of it while his fingers found the snap of her jeans.

“No tears tonight, Fee.” He pushed her jeans and panties down to her ankles.

“I wish I could promise that.” She kissed his chin as she kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the last of her clothing. “But you make me feel so much—things I don’t understand. And I don’t know how to control my responses. Being human is confusing at best.”

“But feeling is good, princess. And remember, I made you hot when you were still an elf.” He tickled her ribs, making her giggle.

“You did. And I still don’t know why,” she gasped after she stopped laughing. Greg tugged his shirt over his head, so she went to work on the fastening of his jeans.

“Don’t try to analyze it, just enjoy it.” He sat on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and socks and pants.

Fianna stifled a moan at the beauty of Greg with no clothes on. He was so well endowed she wasn’t sure coupling would be physically possible. Based on the wetness slicking the tops of her thighs, though, her body was willing to try. They stared at each other for one passion-clouded moment before he pulled her to stand between his spread legs. The crisp hairs on the inside of his thighs prickled against the outsides of hers and she stepped closer, until her breasts grazed the hair on his chest and his thick erection pressed into her stomach.

“I’d like to make this last, but I’m not sure how much control I’m going to have once we get started.” He nibbled on the tendons of her throat. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” That much, she knew for certain. “I’m not as fragile as I look, you know.” Though her body had changed, she was still young, limber and healthy as a human. And Greg’s protective instincts were too powerful to allow him to play too roughly.

“I know.” With that low mutter, he bent his head to her breast, kissing her gently at first. After a few moments, he drew her taut nipple deep into the heat of his mouth and suckled.

Fianna arched into him, her hands tangling in his hair for support. When he pulled his mouth away, she moaned with disappointment at the loss, only to cry out when he rolled back onto the bed, pulling her with him. She lay back against the mattress, gazing at him as he propped himself on one arm beside her.

“Mine,” he growled again, before lowering his head to pay homage to her other breast. His hand slid down her belly to rest on her lower abdomen for a moment, before continuing downward to cup her aching sex.

“Yes.” She lifted her hips, and held his head to her breast with both hands. But Greg had other ideas. He played with her folds, spreading her moisture around and teasing her clit. Before she could react, he pulled away and rolled between her legs, kissing a line down her abdomen until he knelt between her splayed thighs.

“Beautiful.” He blew gently against her slick skin. “All juicy and puffy and pink.” With that, he lowered his head and licked a line along her crease.

Fianna’s eyes flew open. He couldn’t possibly enjoy doing that, could he? She’d been told men never did. She could smell her own arousal and wondered if she should be embarrassed.

“Yum.” His happy sigh contradicted that belief. “So sweet and sexy. I could do this all day.” He settled down to prove his statement, destroying her with lips and tongue. While his tongue flicked rapidly across her clit, he slid two fingers into her channel and spread them, stretching her for him. When he began to work them in and out, she clutched the sheets and moaned his name.

“That’s it. Come for me. It will be easier if you’re more relaxed.” His voice was thick and unsteady. He added a third finger and nipped lightly on her clit.

Fianna flew apart, the climax stronger than the one this afternoon. Greg kept on suckling her clit and penetrating her with his fingers until she began climbing toward another, even more powerful peak. Just before she reached it, he kissed her mound and crawled up beside her.

She almost cried out when he rolled away, but after reaching into his nightstand, he tore open a small packet and rolled a condom over his cock. While she was glad he had the control to be careful, she almost resented it. She wanted to feel him skin to skin, but she also understood the need to be cautious.

All that was forgotten when Greg rolled over her to claim her lips with his.

He tasted of her. The thought was startling and odd and unaccountably erotic. His kiss was fierce and demanding, almost rough in its intensity, but she didn’t mind. She wound her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back, desperate for more. Instinctively, she widened her legs and shifted her hips to bring the tip of his cock to her entrance.

“Look at me, princess. Open your eyes.”

She did, looking up into his dark, hooded gaze as he slowly eased himself inside her. His lips were set into a determined line and she could have sworn the points of his teeth overlapped his lips.

“You’re mine.” Yes, those were definitely fangs showing. His canine teeth had elongated. “Say it.”

“Yes,” she whispered as he filled her. “Yours.”

Greg groaned and seated himself fully inside her channel. He bent his head to her throat. She was so full it almost hurt, but the pleasure of his invasion far surpassed the pain.

Not so when she felt his fangs sink into the skin at the base of her neck, right where it met her shoulder. She yelped at the brief sting, but stilled as he began to soothe the bite with his tongue.

“Sorry.” He softly kissed the spot where he’d bitten. “Instinct.”

“It’s all right.” It was. She didn’t understand why he’d done it, or why it had almost caused her to come again when he did, but it felt right. The pain had already ebbed away, and it receded from her consciousness completely when he began to move.

He braced himself above her as he took her, but Fianna wanted to feel his weight. She dug her nails into his shoulders and pulled him down onto her.

Greg grunted out a chuckle, his hips still pumping. “All you had to do was ask, princess.” He covered her mouth with his and stroked his tongue in and out in time to his thrusts.

Fianna was lost in the wonder of making love with Greg. She’d lost the ability to think, and let her body take over, since it seemed to know what to do. Her legs came up to wrap around his hips, changing the angle of penetration so he was even deeper. With every glide, the head of his cock brushed against someplace inside that made her whimper in mindless delight.

“Come with me, Fee.” Greg’s movements were harder and faster. He slid one hand between their bodies to cup her breast and squeeze, even as he powered into her in short, sharp jerks. She held him tight as her body clenched, another climax rolling over her with the power of a hurricane. Somewhere beyond reality, she thought she heard him bellow her name as he swelled further, stretching her beyond imagination. Despite the condom, she could swear she felt him empty himself into her, coming in long, heated pulses.

Finally, he laid his head next to hers and hugged her tenderly as he rolled them both to their sides, his cock still hard and still inside her. Little shudders of pleasure continued to ripple through her as he stroked her hair and dropped kisses on her forehead and cheeks.

“I had no idea,” she finally said. “I never even imagined it could be like that, except in books.”

“Ah, we’re just getting started.” His lips covered hers with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes.

“I like the sound of that.” Her eyelids heavy, she snuggled her head against his shoulder and tangled one hand in the hair on his chest. “Mmm.”

“Get some rest, princess.” There was laughter in his husky tone. “I intend to wear you out again later.”

“Oh good.”

He eased out of her and stood. Fianna snuggled into his pillow, enjoying his scent on it, when she heard him curse violently.

“What’s wrong?” She went up on one elbow.

“The fucking condom broke.”

“What?” She came fully awake as the implications struck her. “They can do that?”

“Apparently.” He peeled off the piece of latex that, surely enough, was split open from the tip all the way back to the ring at the base. “Son of a bitch.”

“So that means…” She swallowed hard.

“That you could well be pregnant. Yeah.” He threw the torn condom into a trash can beside his desk and sat back beside her on the bed. “I’m sorry. That’s never happened to me before. Werewolves tend to swell a bit at the end, but never that much—never enough to rip right through a rubber.”

“It’s not your fault.” She fought to catch her breath. A child? Yes, she’d love to have one someday, but not like this, when Greg would be unhappy about it. She remembered his words from earlier. “If…if there is a child, you’ll insist on going through with the marriage, won’t you?”

“Yes.” He drew in a ragged breath. “I don’t know how good I’d be at parenthood, but I do know I’d want to be there, not a part-time dad.”

“I see.” She didn’t understand his doubts—Greg would be a wonderful father. She was the one who would have no idea what she was doing. If they had created a child, it deserved to be raised by both parents. Fianna had grown up in a world of marriages for political gain and power. This seemed a far more worthy reason. “If it comes to that, I’ll agree and go along with the wedding.”

Greg sighed. “I’d say there’s a damn good chance. You’re at the absolute peak of your cycle, even more so than this afternoon.”

“And if I am, will you hate me for it later?” She hated the quaver in her own voice. “Will you resent me, or the child?”

“Never.” He lifted her face to his and kissed her again, this time gently, as if affirming that vow. “And you? Even if you regain your immortality, you’d be stuck with me, at least until our kids are grown. Remember, my responsibilities are here, not Underhill.”

“I understand.” She returned his kiss in the same manner, sealing her agreement.

Long after he’d fallen asleep, she lay awake trying not to panic. What had she agreed to? To possibly bear a child and marry this man, this lupine? To stay as a human under his control for at least the next twenty years? It was a high price for learning how wonderful sex could be.

Ah, but had it been worth it? Perhaps. It had most certainly been the most transcendent experience of her life.