The Wolf's Forbidden Baby: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance (2 page)

He adjusted it for her, his fingers lingering on her shoulder.

Kyla’s full lips curled into an easy smile.

“Helping people is admirable.” He wanted to smack himself and withdrew his hand. Couldn’t he have come up with something better to say?

“I’m used to it. I’m one of nine so…”

Devan choked on his drink. “Nine?”

“Two of my brothers died, so really, one of eleven.”

“Wow. And I thought my having four siblings was a lot.”

“Got you beat.” She slammed down her empty glass. “In more ways than one.”

Not wanting to be outdone, he finished his. He was definitely feeling the effects of the drinks—bold, empowered, and craving something other than nuts and more drink.

“Your job, Devan?”

“I’m a construction worker.”

Her hand touched his bicep, and he flexed for her. Her eyes widened. “Not bad,” she teased.

He claimed her hand and engulfed hers in both of his. “I’m sorry about your mom.”

“I’m sorry about your brother.”

The bartender approached. “Want more?” she asked.

Devan turned to Kyla.

“I do want more,” she whispered, looking at him and not the bartender.

“Wanna get out of here?” he heard himself asking.

Her smile lit up the dark establishment. “I thought you’d never ask.”

CHAPTER TWO

Devan opened the door to his Civic and couldn’t look away from her long lean legs as she climbed in, the skirt of her dress hiking up to reveal her toned, creamy thigh. She spied his lingering gaze, threw back her head, the starlight shining on her neck, and gave forth a deep, groin-aching laugh that shot straight through him.

Hopefully it was dark enough she wouldn’t see his blush. Him blushing. At one point, he had had any woman he wanted, but that felt like another lifetime. Keeping to himself had kept him alive, but what kind of life was he living? He needed to spend time with other people, to form connections. It was in his nature as a werewolf. Social beings. That was he was.

Forget blushing. He threw her a wolfish smile and a sexy wink. “Are you ready?”

“For anything you can offer me.” Again she laughed. Had ever a laugh sounded more sinfully sensuous?

He closed her door and took long strides—not quite running—to the driver’s side. The drive to his apartment didn’t take long, only twenty minutes, and they didn’t talk much, just threw each other glances. If he slowed down some, he could put his hand on her knee and slid upward, but he couldn’t bring her home fast enough. From the dashboard light, she glowed, mesmerizing him, and he thought—hoped—he affected her as much as she did him. Even if it was only for tonight, he wouldn’t be alone. He’d have a connection of some kind.

His inner wolf growled, and he grinned.

As soon as he parked, he jumped out. She didn’t bother to wait for him to open the door, although he had planned on it, and his hand sought out hers. “This way,” he said, leading her to the door.

He started up the stairs and almost wished they had gone to her place, that he could follow her and watch that fine ass. As if she could read his thoughts, her hands trailed down his back and palmed his own ass.

His manhood stretched the denim of his jeans as he tugged hard on her hand so she was beside him on the steps. She tumbled into him, chin tilted up, and his lips sought hers. Giggling, she immediately broke it off and darted up to the top of the flight of stairs. “Which way?”

“Left,” he growled, chasing after her.

She took off, and he pursued her. At each door, she hesitated, waiting for him to nod, but he always shook his head, just about to grab her when she dashed away to the next one. A game of cat and mouse had never been more fun.

And more agonizing.

At 206, she waited again, and he didn’t shake his head, just stalked toward her. She backed up against it, and he placed a hand on the wood above her shoulder, the other slipping the key into the lock. “Are you ready?” he asked, gazing into her blue eyes and then at her full lips.

Her tongue darted out, licking them. “Are you?”

He claimed her head in his hands and kissed her hard. Their tongues dueled, and the space between their bodies became nonexistent. Where he ended, where she started—who cared? Her hands started on his cheeks, eased down to his shoulders, down his pecs. She tugged his shirt free from his pants before breaking off the kiss to take in a shaky breath.

Oh, yeah, there was no doubting he affected her.

Breathless himself, he didn’t bother to take time off to recover, and licked and kissed and sucked her neck. His hand turned the doorknob. Their bodies still entwined, they fumbled their way inside.

He kicked the door shut. Before he could even think about turning on a light, Kyla was already shrugging his shirt over his head. She threw it aside. Devan reached for the hem of her dress, but her quick fingers were already working on his belt. He threw back his head and barely suppressed a growl as she abandoned the belt, loosened but not undone, and pressed her hand against his erection through his jeans.

“My, you’re ready all right,” she whispered.

Unable to stand not touching her, he placed his hands on her hips and lifted her. Her legs went to wrap around him, but he shifted so he could hold her weight with one arm and slid his free hand up her thigh. Smooth, bare skin up to the wet panties. He wasn’t the only one ready.

Devan rubbed her through the material. A moan escaped her that caused his penis to jump. “I have to—”

“Do what you want.”

Somehow, while still holding her up, he managed to get her dress over her head. Getting his pants off while she held him, distracting him with kisses and licks and bites and pinching proved difficult, but as soon as he managed, he kicked them off. Her breasts—still in her lacy red bra—bounced so much one came free of the cup. His lips clamped down on the nipple as he shifted her slightly to be right over his bulge.

“Now?” he begged.

She wiggled her hips toward him. “Take me.”

All the encouragement he needed. He didn’t even bother to take off her panties, just pushed them to the side and squeezed himself in. Her startled gasp had him refraining from pumping as hard as he wanted.

“You… okay?” He could hardly talk.

“Hard… thick… give me…” Her head rolled back, leaving her neck exposed.

He kissed her throbbing vein, licking the tender skin. His lips enclosed an area, and he sucked hard. At her gasp, he slowly started to thrust. She tightened her legs around his waist, grinding with him. It had been years since he last had intimate relations, but this time felt different. He’d had sex with humans before. Some werewolves preferred it, since humans couldn’t become pregnant from a were. That being the case, he intended to give it all he could. For tonight, she was his, and he was hers, and their connection was all that mattered.

“Oh… Oh, yeah…” She trailed her nails down his back. “Keep it… Yes, yes!”

Hearing her shout, feeling her release, it all proved too much for him. His wolf almost came out, but he reined him in. Still, he groaned a slight roar as he orgasmed.

Her head rested on his shoulder. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint.”

A laugh rumbled out of his chest, shaking her slightly. “Happy to please you.” He tightened his hold on her ass—which was every bit of fine and firm as he’d thought it would be—and even in the dark, managed to carry her through his living room and the small dining room area to his bedroom.

Still holding her, he laid her on the bed and climbed on top of her. “Do you want a drink or—”

She pulled his head down for a kiss that sent every nerve of his already wired body on fire. “I want round two.”

Both he and his wolf agreed to that.

*

When the sun shone on her the next morning, Kyla stretched. Her hand brushed against something hard and muscular. Devan. He was sprawled out beside her, naked, his body glistening with sweat from their wild night. Every part of her ached in a most delicious way, and she couldn’t help giggling to herself. Just wait until Paula heard about this!

She eased out from under his heavy arm. As much as she didn’t want to leave the warmth of his bed—hell, she wanted to fight through her tight muscles for yet another round—she couldn’t stay. She shouldn’t.

In the bathroom, she washed up. The woman staring back at her with flushed cheeks, wild hair, dreamy eyes, and that after-sex rash—she looked both satisfied and happy. From the noises he’d made last night, Devan had to be feeling the same, or would be once he woke up. It had to be nearly noon, but they hadn’t slept much last night. Her stomach rumbled as she made her way past the kitchen, and she opened the fridge and cupboards. There was hardly any food and definitely not anything breakfast-related.

It took her a few minutes to reclaim her clothes and get dressed. She returned to the bedroom. Devan still slept, mouth slightly open. The desire to kiss him one last time seized her, but she didn’t want to disturb himself. Feeling like a thief, she tiptoed out and left his apartment behind. She’d taken a cab to the bar, and she toyed with the idea of calling for one when she spied a fast food joint. Although she normally ate healthily, right now, she was too hungry to be picky.

It was a long walk to it. Farther down the block was a grocery store. The fear that the greasy fast food would upset her stomach had her changing her mind, and she waltzed inside the store. Not twenty minutes later, she bound back up the stairs of his apartment. Her lips curled into a smile. Last night had been wild… and so freeing. Too much of her life was dictated by the iron rule of her father. All she had wanted was a night free from responsibility. She’d never intended to go home with a guy, but she wasn’t about to complain about it.

Maybe her subconscious had known she’d be back because she hadn’t locked the door behind her when she’d left. She opened the door and set up shop in the kitchen. The smell of bacon and omelets must have woken Devan because he strolled in, bare feet slapping on the tile. He wrapped his arms around her waist. His fingertips sent a chill through her as he gingerly brushed her hair back, and he kissed her neck. A content sigh bubbled out of her, and she glanced over her shoulder at him. Hair all tousled, the hard lines of his muscles screaming to be touched…

A crackle from the stove had her refocusing on finishing their breakfast. “Where are the plates?” she asked.

His nose nuzzled her neck. “Breakfast,” he murmured. “Guess I did something right last night.”

“You might say that.” She threw him a wide grin. “But if you don’t get me plates right now, you’re going to make me burn breakfast.”

His arms tightened around her for a hug before he released her and grabbed two plates from the cupboard to the left of the stove. In two minutes, they were sitting down, scarfing down their food, nothing too elaborate—just orange juice, bacon, turkey and avocado omelets.

He finished first and sat back with a contented smile. Just seeing that made her know she’d made the right choice in coming back.

“So…” He drew the word out.

“So.” She glanced around the small dining room. “I take it you don’t do this often.”

“Don’t do what often?”

Kyla leaned forward, elbows on the table, hands clasped beneath her chin. “Bring a girl home.”

His cheeks tinged pink, and her stomach twisted in a good way. She liked keeping him on his toes.

“What makes you say that?” he asked in a slightly-but-not-quite offhanded way.

She waved her hand. “Your place is a mess.”

An understatement.

“So what if I don’t?” He leaned back in his seat, eyeing her.

Kyla fought her own blush. “Nothing wrong with that.” She leaned forward and appreciated that his gaze didn’t lower from her face to her chest. “Guess it means you liked what you saw.”

“And the way you kissed.” He grinned recklessly. His elbow knocked his fork onto his plate. “Thank you for breakfast.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

The look in his eyes suggested there was a lot more than just her food he liked. “Wait a… I didn’t have eggs or juice or… You went shopping?”

“It’s not that hard,” she teased. “You go to the store, pick out what you want, pay them money, and voilà! You have food!”

Any other guy probably would’ve thanked her with his body again, and honestly, she wouldn’t have minded. But Devan seemed flustered, happy but surprised, and he didn’t rush her into his arms, didn’t carry her back to bed, just stared at her with wonder.

It was oddly refreshing.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” she said simply. On her way out and back into his apartment, she had noticed the lack of pictures hanging on the walls. Not one of his family or his many siblings. He understood family issues, and while she didn’t know all of the details of his, she still felt close to him. Bonded even.

“Obviously, you’re a good cook. What else do you like to do?”

He wanted to know more about her. Honestly, she wanted to know more about him. It wasn’t enough to know how hard his chest was, how deep the ridges of his six pack were, how he gave a grunt when he orgasmed. What made him who he was, what he was passionate about, what he wanted out of life—those were what she wanted to know. Why, exactly, she couldn’t say. But she couldn’t. A relationship with a human just wasn’t possible, a rump in bed, fine, but nothing more.

“I like…” She slid her foot up his bare leg. While she wore the same dress from yesterday, he had yet to put on clothes.

For a moment, she thought he was going to fight her, to press her for details about herself, but when she slip off her chair to go beneath the table and touched him in a certain spot, she knew she had him. His groan, almost a growl, was all she needed to hear.

***

All in all, Kyla ended up spending the entire weekend there. Smart or not, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave Devan. He catered to her every whim in the bedroom, but there was more to it. After that first time when he’d tried to learn more about her and she shot him down, he never once again tried it, as if he didn’t want to send her packing. Instead, he ordered them takeout, they watched movies, they laughed and joked, talked about nothing important, and somehow still united in a way she hadn’t ever before.