The Cougar and the Wolf (6 page)

He almost didn't recognise the rough pant as his own as he crowded her, her human eyes wide and dark. She moved her head, obviously trying to focus on him in the darkness, but without the enhanced senses of his kind she had no chance. For a moment he pitied her dull humanity, but not for long.

She tilted her head, obviously able to make enough out in the dark room, and smiled as she moved against him. Lust surged, white hot pulses flooding his veins with each beat of his heart at the sight of the pale, slender column of her throat and the feel of the equally slender hand that pressed boldly against the front of his jeans, cupping and fondling the hard ridge of his erection right through the fabric.

Just like that the tables turned. He swore again and his head dropped back as she took her time exploring him. The heat of her body beat at his and her scent wrapped around him, a snare tighter than any chain laced with silver. For all the superior strength granted by his werewolf blood, he was at her mercy. Making a small sound of approval, she traced the outline of his cock in his pants and it responded with a savage jerk. He wanted to be inside her. Now, yesterday. Sooner.

"I'd make a comment about being pleased to see me, but I think that one's been done to death," she murmured, her lips brushing the skin of his throat as she pulled his shirt up and slid her hand beneath it.

The touch of her small hand over his skin was heaven and hell at the same time. Barely contained under the surface, his wolf grunted and rolled as though it too was revelling in her touch. The creature was so close, Kyle was surprised she didn't yank her hand back and complain about fur poking through his skin.

"Yeah."

Dumb answer Kyle.
But it was all he was capable of as she snapped open the top button of his jeans. Pulling his head back up, he watched her. Every expression on her face was clear to him as she popped another button, and another, then bit her lip as she slid her hand under the denim. He chuckled when she realised he wasn't wearing underwear and her eyes widened. God, she was so cute. And hot. Definitely hot. The chuckle trailed into a hiss as her fingers found his cock and wrapped around it, her skin feeling almost cool against the hot, steely length.

"Fuck. Yeah baby, that feels so good.”

He groaned as he rocked his hips and thrust against her gentle fingers and heat poured through him like molten metal. His hands found her hair, driving into the silken locks to hold her head still. Like the predator he was, he zeroed in, his lips covering hers in a blazing kiss that echoed the heat surging through his body. Hand still in his jeans, she stroked and he almost lost it as pleasure spiralled, tightening his balls and hardening his cock impossibly further. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was in danger of shooting his load just at the ministrations of her clever fingers.

A growl locked in the back of his throat, he backed her up against the wall and parted her lips with a hard sweep of his tongue. A demand for access and a claim all rolled into one. She'd washed his scent off, and that was unacceptable. She was his and he intended to make her admit it, even if he had to fuck her all night long.

She whimpered, surrendering to him as his tongue thrust in to plunder the sweet depths of her mouth. He didn't just kiss her, he kissed her like his life depended on it. Which, right at this moment, it did. He needed to kiss her, taste her, claim her, more than he needed his next breath. Pushing his hips forward, he trapped her hand between them. Her fingers were still wrapped around his cock as he kissed her. Claiming her lips until her soft moans and whimpers, the feeling of her soft body against his, almost stole his ability to think.

Growling again, the animalistic sounds beyond his control, he dragged his lips along her jaw and down her throat. This time he didn't nip, or play. He was too close to the edge to get his teeth anywhere near her. He needed her too much. Her scent in his nose and lungs, the perfume of her thick in the air around them, he needed to taste. To lick.

He caught her free hand, pinning it against the wall as he yanked the strap of her camisole down one delicate shoulder. Desire clouded his mind as he dragged his lips along her silken skin. He growled again, unable to stop touching her, and ground his cock against her hand. "Oh god, Kyle."

Her words were heard but not processed as his lips trailed down the soft swell of her breast. Frustration rolled through him as the fabric of the top stopped his progress. Pulling her away from the wall, he wrapped her in his embrace, bending her back over one strong arm as he pulled the fabric and the bra cup down to get at his objective. She gasped as her breast popped free, the nipple beading as it was exposed. He didn't give it a chance to finish, swooping in to capture it between his lips. With her soft moan for accompaniment, he flicked his tongue over the hardened nub, back and forth, back and forth, then pulled it into his mouth to suckle. Her moan became a sharp cry of need as her legs buckled, making her let go of his cock to clutch at him for balance.

"I got you, Red," he promised, lifting her bodily and turning for the bed to drop them on its surface. He wanted her so much that his seduction technique and any pretence at finesse had parted company long ago.

As soon as her back hit the thankfully-made bed, he was on her. Whipping her top up over her head, he dealt with the bra with the practised ease of a man used to undressing a woman. It hit the floor somewhere in the darkness as he bent his head to kiss her breasts again, his lips paying attention to one as he rolled the nipple of the other between his fingers until she was gasping and squirming under him. Her need fed his as the sexual tension in the room reached fever pitch.

Yanking off his shirt to join hers on the floor, he moved down her body. God, he loved women in denim, and the little skirt she wore was just right for the kind of loving he had in mind. His hands trembled as he swept them up her slender thighs, pushing the fabric up over her hips. She wore an itty-bitty lace thong underneath, the almost sheer fabric making him groan anew as he swept a glance over her. Spread out over his bed, she was a vision of decadent temptation. Her hair spread out like a fiery halo around her head, her lips were bee-stung and swollen from his kisses, and the nipples of her naked breasts glistened wetly where he'd sucked them. Then his gaze swept down and he nearly lost it at the sight before him.

Her tiny skirt swamped her waist as he shouldered his way between her thighs, pulling the lace aside. Kyle swore under his breath as he caught sight of the most perfect pussy in existence. Her pink lips were swollen, her clit playing peekaboo between the wet folds. He couldn't resist. Big hands holding her thighs wide, he leaned in and licked from slit to clit. Her taste exploded on his tongue, like the sweetest ambrosia.

She cried out as his tongue dragged against the little nub, wrapping around it before he pulled it into his mouth and sucked. Holding her rocking hips down with a spread hand on her stomach, he feasted on her pussy. Long licks and flicks over her clit before he pulled it into his mouth and suckled again. When she gasped and swore, he moved down to circle her cunt with his tongue, stabbing it deep within her tight channel, tongue fucking her before paying attention to her clit again.

Growls and snarls rumbled in the back of his throat as he drove her closer and closer to climax. Even though they’d only spent one night together, he
knew
her. Had charted her reactions. Knew the sexy little sounds she made as she drew closer to the edge, and the way her hips rocked as pleasure built up in her body.

“Oh God, Kyle…” Her hands twisted in the sheets, providing an anchor as he dragged the flat of his tongue over her clit again, using the rougher movement to drive her out of her mind. “Oh…I’m gonna…go—”

“No, you’re not.” His order was hard and absolute as he pulled away, the tiny scrap of lace that made up the thongs tearing like paper before he easily flipped her over onto her hands and knees in front of him. “You don’t come until I say, Red.”

She stiffened, and for a heartbeat he thought that was it. That he’d pushed it too far and that she would turn around and tell him where he and his domineering ass could get off.

“Is that so,
sir?
” she asked, a teasing little emphasis on the last word as she parted her thighs wider. The sight of her fingers sliding between the slick, swollen lips and the sexy little look that she threw over her shoulder blew away what was left of his self-control.

With a snarl, he was on her, covering her curvy little body with his larger one, bracketing her in a cage of warm, solid limbs. Not wasting the time to take his jeans off, he just ripped at the fly, finishing what she’d started and freeing himself fully. His cock sprang free, rampant and ready for action. Wrapping a hand around the shaft, he slid the broad purple-flushed head against her. Down and back up, lubricating the tip in the hot slickness he found there before rubbing it against her clit. Her soft moan was as much reward as the sudden rush of liquid heat from her pussy.

“Perfect. Good girl,” he murmured encouragement as she arched back against him. Triumph rolled through his veins. She was right where he wanted her to be. Right where they both needed her to be.

Adjusting his position behind her, he smoothed his free hand over the perfect globes of her ass and fit himself against the entrance to her pussy. With a groan, he sank into her, feeling the delicate tissues of her feminine channel part and give away to the determined invasion of his cock.

Clenching his eyes shut, he pressed on, always deeper as her cunt clenched around him in a tight, hot embrace. A long, heated ride of pure pleasure until his hips hit hers and he was fully seated in the delicious grip of her tight little body.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his vocabulary vastly reduced since he’d met her. “You’re perfect. Just perfect, Red.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She gasped as she wriggled, pulling away a little and then working herself back onto his cock. “Less with the lip flapping and more with the fucking my brains out, big boy.”

He chuckled as he pulled his hips back, withdrawing until he was almost out of her. “Oh, you want me to fuck your brains out, do you? Then hold onto your hat, lady, ‘cause that’s what you’ll get.”

He didn’t give her any more warning. Simply powered into her with a hard thrust that had his balls slapping against her. She whimpered and moaned as he thrust into her again and again, setting up a hard and fast rhythm. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted her over the edge, screaming his name as she came, her tight little cunt clenching and spasming around the thick shaft of his cock buried deep inside her.

Leaning forward, he braced himself with a large hand on her hip as he reached around to tweak her nipple. He was rewarded with a gasp and another sudden rush of heat around his cock, proof of her enjoyment. His lips quirked into a triumphant smile and he did it again, rolling the beaded peak between his fingers. He pinched, tugging before releasing her to cup her breast in a big hand. She fit perfectly.

“Hand between your legs,” he ordered, looping a hard arm around her waist to pull her upright. The change in position almost made his eyes cross, the tight grasp of her pussy around him nearly his undoing.

“Play with your clit,” he ordered, breath whispering against the soft skin of her neck. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

She moved as if drugged, her delicate fingers sliding between her lower lips. He felt it the instant she touched herself, the tiny rubbing motion of her hand accompanied by a full body shiver and a tiny moan.

“That’s it, Red. Rub that clit while I fuck your hot little pussy. You like cock, don’t you? All thick and hard, stretching your tight cunt as I pound into you.”

He kept up a steady stream of dirty talk as he rolled his hips and started to thrust into her. Each hard movement sent fire and lust burning through his veins, threatening the tight hold he’d managed to reassert on his control as he measured each stroke to bring her the maximum pleasure. It wasn’t about him. It was about her, her pleasure, about proving he was all the man she needed.

Ever.

The thoughts—the forever kind of thoughts he swore he’d never have after seeing what had happened to Riley— shocked him and he almost lost focus. Her small pause brought him back to the present and he added an extra roll to his hips that had them both gasping.

“That’s it. Just like that.”

He whispered words of praise and encouragement as she rubbed at her clit, wishing he could see the erotic sight he knew she’d make—naked except for the skirt bunched around her waist, thighs parted and her hand buried between them, bringing herself off as his cock thrust slickly in and out of her wet channel.

“That’s it. Just a little further, baby. God, I love fucking you. You’re so tight and wet.”

Her cries grew sharper, her movements more jerky and he knew she was close. Wrapping his arms tighter around her, her replaced her hand with his, rubbing over her clit as he drove deep inside her. Hard, deep thrusts. Once…twice…

She didn’t make it to the third, her scream echoing through the small room as she came hard, pussy clenching as it milked his cock. Her climax fed his, fire rushing through his veins to form a hard knot in his balls, jetting from him in tight streams to bathe the neck of her womb as he came harder than he’d ever come in his life.

* * *

She could stay here forever. Cracking an eyelid, Kristen swept a look around the small room Kyle had brought her back to. The sun was up, the early morning light filtering through the blinds to fall across the foot of the bed and the door of the double wardrobe that was the only other furniture in the room. Above a garage, it was separated from the main house, an indicator that he still lived with his parents. She didn’t care. From the little she knew of him, she had the feeling he’d always be close to his family, to his pack. It was just another little part of him that made up the whole of the man she lo—