Wolf Bite (Wolf Cove #2) (3 page)

Would I? I already know I’d
want
to believe it. Wouldn’t
any normal woman, when she meets a man who consumes her thoughts? Whether we
want to admit it or not, don’t we all secretly pine over the hope that the man
will fall head over heels for us, grow weak with lack of control, not be able
to stop thinking about us?

Or is that just the naïve romantic fools like me?

I play back all the things Henry has said to me. What was it
exactly he said this thing between us is? I’m getting over an idiot ex and
fucking my boss for the next four months. Henry’s running a hotel and fucking
his assistant for the next four months.
That’s all it is.
I can’t forget
that part. He said that, too. He never committed to more.

And yet, despite his words, I have somehow convinced myself
that there is a deeper connection between us.

I may be spineless sometimes, and naïve most of the time,
but I won’t knowingly let myself be downright stupid. “No. I wouldn’t believe
you if you told me that.”

“Right. And you shouldn’t.” He nods, more to himself than me.
“So I’m not going to bother standing here and trying to convince you otherwise.
But do you
really
believe I would force myself on a woman? Have I ever
forced myself on you?”

My gaze searches his chiseled freshly shaved jaw as flashes
pass through my mind—Henry, naked; Henry, undressing me; Henry, thrusting into
my waiting body—and I can’t keep my breathing from growing ragged. “No. Never.”
He’s been forward, and dominating, and he has taunted me, but he has never
forced himself on me. I’ve always wanted it.
Always.

But did Kiera? She was married. Did she say no to him, even
once? “Could you have been mistaken by what she wanted? Maybe you misunderstood
her?”

His jaw turns hard. “No, Abbi. I didn’t misunderstand
anything. Not when she propositioned me time and time again, not when she told
me she—” He cuts himself off, closing his eyes. “Not when we both decided it
was best she find another job because I couldn’t give her what she wanted.” The
mask he keeps firmly in place over his features slips, showing the
vulnerability, the anger, the disgust—and a touch of fear—beneath. “I never
touched her in any way she didn’t want. You need to believe me when I say that.”

Why? Why do I
need
to believe him?

Besides the fact that I already
do
.

He searches my eyes and must see that answer because his
face softens and his shoulders sink with a heavy exhale. Reaching up to gently
graze my cheek with the back of his knuckles, he whispers, “I didn’t know how
to tell you. I
wanted
to. I just found out last night, and I’ve been trying
to get a handle on it all before I unnecessarily worry or scare you.”

“And should I? Be scared?”

His hands settle onto my hips with a tight grip. He leans
forward and burrows his face in the crook of my neck, his warm breath tickling
my skin in that delicious way. “
I
am,” he finally admits in a whisper.
“I never expected her to do this to me.”

Even as jealousy pricks my heart for whatever intimacy he’s
shared with his past assistant, that he’s here with me now, allowing me to see
such a vulnerable side to him in the face of personal ruin, makes me want to
shelter him. Protect him.

I revel in the feel of his sinewy muscles beneath my fingers
as I slide my hands up his arms to his shoulders, to the back of his neck,
cupping it in a comforting gesture. “They’ll investigate and find out that
she’s lying, and everything will be okay.”

I’m not sure I believe that, but he needs to hear it right
now.

I’m also not sure that I won’t get burned in this fire, if
I’m somehow dragged into this mess. But, so what if everyone back home finds
out I slept with my boss? There are far worse things that I could be doing.
Plus, it’s a summer job that’ll be long over by then. I’ll be fine. I need to
stop being so selfish. I may not deserve the fallout of Henry’s previous
indiscretion, but Henry definitely doesn’t deserve what she’s doing to him.

There’s still the matter of a husband, though. “You knew she
was married.”

“She told me they were separating.”

“But they weren’t actually separated.”

He sighs and pulls away from me, wandering over to pick up
his glass and take another sip. “I’ve never claimed to be a saint, Abbi. You
know that. We were working together for months before I laid a hand on her.
Twelve-hour days, weekends. We started getting close. She said she was
miserable in her marriage, and she was attracted to me. So, I finally gave her
what she wanted.” He polishes off the glass. “Just like I gave you what you
wanted, when you wanted to get over your ex. Remember? The idiot who asked you
to wait for him while he fucks his new girlfriend?” Even from a good five feet
away, I can feel his eyes touch me like fingertips drawn over my body, dipping
first to my mouth, then to the top button of my blouse, no doubt a shift away
from popping open again. “Or have you already forgotten? Maybe I did my job too
well.”

“He broke up with me. And he wasn’t my husband.”

Henry reaches up to loosen his tie and then closes the space
between us smoothly, his size dominating me. I take an instinctive step back,
only to find my back hitting the wall. “Do you
really
care about who I
fucked in the past, and whether they were married, Abbi? The past is the past.
We’ve all made mistakes.” With one more step, his hands find purchase on the
wall on either side of me, effectively caging me in.

God, how has it turned so hot in here, suddenly? How does he
do that? I’m supposed to be disgusted by him right now—and part of me is—but
all I can do is inhale that intoxicating cologne and absorb the heat radiating
from that firm, powerful body, and remind myself about how good those hands and
that mouth have made me feel, time and time again.

“Yes. I do care.” It’s my feeble attempt to take the moral
high road, and I don’t believe myself. Henry’s arched brow tells me he doesn’t
either.

Probably because I’m quite literally panting right now.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to think about any of this,”
I finally admit.

With a flick of his fingers, the button on my blazer pops
open. With another flick, the top button of my blouse pops next, followed by
the one below it, exposing the simple cotton bra I have beneath. Not exactly
sexy, but I didn’t come to Alaska with anything that could be classified as
“sexy,” and besides, there aren’t a ton of sexy options for my D-cup breasts
that don’t cost a small fortune.

“You need to get out there. All those journalists and....” My
words fade with a gasp as he pushes my blazer off my shoulders. His hands
quickly work the rest of my shirt until the buttons are unfastened, my shirt is
sliding from my shoulders, and my bra straps hang loose at the crooks of my
elbows, exposing my swollen breasts to the cool air and Henry’s searing gaze.

I know exactly where this is heading. As controlled as Henry
can be, he also likes to finish what he starts.

Sure enough, he hikes my skirt up and hooks his hands around
the backs of my thighs. With little effort he has me hoisted and pinned to the
wall with his body, his impressive erection pressing between my legs, his mouth
dipping down to take my nipple in.

A moan escapes my lips as my head falls back against the
wall. I enjoy the feel of his wet tongue against my flesh and the threat of his
teeth as he teases lightly. I free my arms of my bra straps so I can weave my
fingers through his hair, fisting his mane tight as I shamelessly writhe
against the pressure between my legs.

With one last hard—almost painful—suck, he lets my breast
fall from his mouth and comes up to meet my lips. Trapping me against the wall
with his pelvis, he reaches up to cup my face with both hands, and then plants
the softest kiss on my lips. “I had no interest in starting up anything after that
mess with Kiera. I was going to focus on Wolf Cove and taking over Wolf Hotels
officially, and then find myself someone appropriate. But I met you and that
all went to shit. This all happened so fast, and I wasn’t expecting it at all.”

I stare into his beautiful blue eyes, unshielded by their
usual mask, and I revel in his whispered words, in the promise they hold. Is it
really possible? Could this powerful, overwhelming man feel something for me? I
mean, I know he’s attracted to me. That in itself is still a shock to me, but the
proof is pressed against me right now, and he’s proved it many times over.

But... what is he saying? That this could this actually be
the start of something
more
?

A warm flood of emotion washes over me.

I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of his hot breath
skating over my neck again.

“You should know by now that I love making a woman scream,
but not from pain. And I love making a woman shake, but not from fear.” His teeth
graze my earlobe. “And you know what gets me hard? A woman who’s dripping wet
for me. Who can’t keep her legs together when I’m around. Who can’t hide the
fact that she’s turned on and begging to be touched.” He drops one hand down to
force it between us. I gasp as the pad of his thumb slides over me, gently
brushing my swollen clit through my nylons and my soaked panties.

I dive forward to kiss him but he pulls back a touch, his
lips hovering over mine, skating teasingly over them with each whisper spoken.

“I know I have no right to ask this, but please, stick with
me through this. Don’t make me lose you—this—because of her.”

“Of course.” I can’t imagine going anywhere that means not
having this man’s lips on mine.

“Do you remember what I said I need when I’m stressed?”

I nod, blood rushing to my groin in anticipation.

He pulls back just far enough to show me his eyes, to let me
see the flurry of intense passion, anger, and wild desperation in them. “I’ve
never been more stressed in my life. And I
need
you, right now. Please.”

I want to make him feel better. I want to give him exactly
what he wants.

Chapter Four

I barely get the “Yes” out before his mouth is on
mine, crushing me in a frantic kiss that steals my breath and my heartbeats. I
revel in it, fisting his wavy hair as his tongue dances with mine in a
desperate way that I haven’t experienced with him before. After the roller coaster
of emotions I’ve experienced since waking up on his rug last night, I’m likely
just as desperate.

I barely notice us moving, and then suddenly we’re in front
of the dining table and he’s releasing my legs and yanking my nylons and
panties down.

“Don’t rip them,” I warn. “They’re my last pair.”

“Fuck. I don’t have the patience for these damn things.”

“I’ll do it.” I reach for them but he growls, “No!” and
seizes my wrists, pinning them behind my back, confining me. I tug playfully
against the restraint, giggling. He pauses, a curious look on his face.

“What?”

In answer, he slides the loosened tie from around his neck.
Winding the silky material around my wrists, he secures my hands behind my
back.

“What are you doing?”

“Trust me.” His mouth is on mine again, his teeth nipping at
my bottom lip. “Turn around.”

I do, without a thought, letting his fingertips coax me
until I’m bending over the table, my cheek resting against the smooth wood,
staring at my reflection in the giant wall mirror across from us. It’s
positioned perfectly to reflect the entire tawdry scene.

“You like seeing yourself like this?” Henry asks. I watch
him peel my nylons and panties down to my knees and push my skirt up to settle
around my waist, exposing me to the cool air and to him. He reaches forward and
runs a finger along my slit. A hiss escapes his lips. “Dammit, Abbi.”

I smile at my reflection. “I know.” I’m soaking wet for him,
and growing all the more so by the second, watching this all unfold.

He fumbles with his belt buckle and unfastens it. His zipper
follows quickly. He pushes his dress pants and boxers down to reveal his
powerful thighs, freeing his impressive erection. “I wish we could just stay
here all day. I would show you so many things,” he mutters, stroking himself
slowly, his eyes on my most private area, even as mine are locked on his
reflection.

“What do you want to show me?” I’m already tied up and bent
over the dining table. I’d say today’s lesson is quite robust.

His hands hook the front of my hips and he adjusts my body slightly,
angling my ass upward and pushing my thighs as far apart as my nylons bunched
at my knees allow, until I can feel my lips spreading apart and the head of his
hard cock nudging at the entrance. He hasn’t put on a condom and I haven’t
asked him to. After feeling him come in me yesterday and last night, I don’t
ever want to wear a condom with him again.

I woke up this morning after a day of incredible sex, sore.
Now, I clench my muscles with anticipation.

But Henry’s hips still, and he lets his tip rest against me,
teasing me. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes, of course,” I pant, my eagerness almost too much.

“I’m not forcing you, am I? I don’t want to be
mistaken
here.”

I hear the hint of sour humor in his tone and, given my
current vulnerable position, it’s annoying. I push back in answer, thrusting my
hips. His cock slides through my slit, coating it with me.

He groans, fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt, getting
them undone and the shirt off in record time, leaving him in only a white
v-neck undershirt. His hard cock juts out just behind me, already lined up.

The anticipation is making me ache. I test the binding
around my wrists. It’s loose enough that my arms feel relaxed, but I won’t be
getting free.

“Are you watching?” He plants a hand on either cheek,
grabbing a firm hold of my flesh, opening me up, his thumb skating along my
crack, pushing against the tight hole.

I clench reactively. “Yes.”

“Good.” He sinks into me with one slow but forceful push,
filling me so completely, making me cry out from the pleasurable pain. Again,
he freezes. “Does this hurt? Are you sure you want this? I thought you did but
I could be mista—”

“Stop it.” He’s making fun of me and my body is pulsing with
need.

“You want me to stop?” He begins sliding out.

I fight against the binding on my wrists, desperate to reach
back and grab his hard cock. “
Please
.”

“Please, what? Tell me what you want, Abbi? I need to hear
it so I’m sure I’m not mistaken.” There’s a touch of anger in his voice, but I
don’t think it’s directed at me.

“I want you inside me. I want to still feel you inside me
tonight when I go to—” My words cut off with a cry as he thrusts into me.

And again, and again, his fingers squeezing my hips so tight
that I’m not sure I won’t be bruised. I’m enthralled with the sight of Henry,
his powerful legs straining as he drives into me from behind, his fingers digging
into my flesh.

“You like watching, don’t you?”

My agreement comes out in a moan. I thought I’d be embarrassed,
witnessing something like this, but it only turns me on. Good God. A few days
with Henry and I’ve already shed all my inhibitions. I’m doing things I
couldn’t even imagine. Things I didn’t even know were “things.”

I can’t move much and so I don’t try, content to let Henry
do the work as I watch him pumping in and out of me at a deliciously hard, fast
pace, making my entire body rock and my breasts rub against the cold wood.

“I need to feel you.” His hands loose their grip of my hips
to reach over his head and grab hold of his undershirt. He yanks it off and
tosses it to the floor, revealing that perfect upper body of rippled muscle. Rough,
calloused hands slide over my curves to fit beneath me, one settling on my
clit, seizing the bundle of nerves between his thumb and finger; the other to
cup the front my neck, securing me gently as his body folds over mine, until
his chest meets my back, all while he continues mercilessly driving into me.

Somewhere overhead I think I hear a helicopter but I’m unable
to focus on anything but how incredible this feels, that tingling buildup at
the base of my spine beginning.

“This
is
different,” he whispers, pressing his lips
against the back of my neck.

My heart blips. “What?”

For a long moment, he doesn’t speak, and I begin to think I
only wished I heard him. And then.... “You. Me. This. It
is
different,
Abbi. I can’t explain how or why, but I need you to believe that.”

“I do,” I moan, blood beginning to flood between my legs,
swelling my flesh, my core begging for relief.

I do because I need to. Because Henry is quickly becoming
everything
to me.

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“I want this to work between us.”

“Yes!” I manage to get out through pants.

“You’re about to come,” he grits out, his cock swelling more
inside me with each thrust, telling me he’s not far behind me. His fingers, now
slick, work against my clit with a sense of urgency, hard and fast circles that
make me want to spread my legs wide for him.

The rush hits me and my muscles begin to contract. In answer,
he angles his hips to thrust harder into me, the sensation so overwhelming I’m
unable to hold back my cries of ecstasy as a mind-paralyzing, explosive orgasm
rips through my body, leaves me a quivering mess.

“Fuck!” Henry presses his mouth against the back of my neck
to muffle his cries. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, spilling his semen
into me, leaving me slick and sore and so utterly satisfied.

Silence surrounds us as we lie on the table, limp, him draped
on top of me, his heartbeat pounding against my back. I stare at his handsome profile
as he catches his breath.

Finally he turns to meet my gaze in the mirror with hooded
eyes. “Every time we do this, I just want it more.”

I smile at him. “Me, too.”

“I think I should just keep you here and fuck you for the
next three months.”

“How is that any different than what’s happening right now?”
I smile.

“I’d have to fire you.”

Oh
. “I don’t think I like the sound of being fired.”

“You’d get over it.”

“And what would everyone say?”

“That you must know how to suck a mean cock.”

“Oh my God. No.” I giggle.

“I love your laugh.” He closes his eyes and heaves a sigh.

“I know. We have to go.”

“We have to go.” Laying a kiss on the back of my shoulder,
he pulls himself up and quickly unties my wrists, examining the creases in the
silk material with a frown. “Well, this one’s ruined.”

I peel myself off the table but have to lean against the
table for support momentarily, my legs wobbly.

Henry smooths my skirt down over my hips, then reaches up to
fill his hands with my breasts, running the pads of his thumbs over my nipples.
“You good?”

“I think so.”

I’m treated to one deep kiss, my head falling back as Henry
plunders my mouth with his tongue. “Thank you. For believing me, and sticking
by me.” He breaks free abruptly and, tugging his pants up, he heads for his
bedroom. “I have to be out there when my father lands or he’ll tear me a new
one. He’s going to tear me a new one anyway.”

The
Mr. William Wolf, tearing Henry a new one. I
can’t imagine that, considering how daunting Henry himself can be. But I
shouldn’t be too concerned about that. Now that I’m no longer ensnared in Henry’s
overpowering haze, I remember the real issues at hand.

And the fact that I’ll be meeting very important people
shortly, with Henry’s cum running down my thigh.

There’s nothing graceful about this. I fish my blouse and
bra from the floor and walk awkwardly to the small powder room to clean up, my
nylons and panties still down at my knees.

We reappear in the living room at the same time, Henry looking
perfectly put together again, aside from the tie around his neck, which he’s in
the process of retying. The first time he’s ever done that himself in my
presence.

“So, your dad knows all about this already?”

“Yes. I had the pleasure of making that call to him early
this morning. I didn’t have much choice. I couldn’t have him hearing about the
lawsuit through our attorneys. It’s always fun to explain to your father that
the police have evidence with your semen all over it.” He stops in front of me,
holding the silky material out. “This is navy blue, right? It works?”

“Yes. You’ve guessed correctly this time.” I smile, reaching
up to finish tying it for my poor color-blind boss. My smile slips off quickly,
though.  “And what about what she’s claiming you did to her? Does your dad
believe you?”

His gaze drifts to the window and water beyond, the tension
radiating from him again. “I think he does. I
hope
he does. But it
doesn’t really matter. I still fucked up.”

“Because you broke corporate rules and slept with your
assistant.”

“And William Wolf is all about rules and leading by
example.”

“Why does he care that much about who you sleep with?”

“Because it reflects poorly on the company. Because I’m in a
position of power and it’s wrong. Because it’ll muddy my focus on the company,
and risk the livelihood of the thousands of people’s lives who depend on me.” A
sardonic smirk curls Henry’s lips. “He’s probably afraid that I’ll start cancelling
important meetings so I can stick my face in my assistant’s pussy.”

I roll my eyes. “You would
never
do that.”

Henry smiles, but there’s no mirth. “He warned me not to
hire someone I was attracted to. In a high-stress job like this, when you spend
so much time together.... He’s had to fire more than one VP because of it.” He
bows his head. “Clearly, I didn’t listen to him. And I sure as hell didn’t
learn my lesson.”

“So, what happened, exactly? Your assistant wanted a
relationship and you didn’t want to give it to her?”

“I’ve never been cut out for normal relationships.” He
sighs. “That’s always where things seem to fall apart with them.”

“
With them?
” I feel my eyebrows popping with shock.
How many other assistants have there been?

He waves a dismissive hand at me. “Women, in general. Kiera
was the first assistant I got involved with.”

I don’t know if that’s a comfort to me or not.

Either way, my gut tells me he’s telling me the truth. Or
maybe it’s my heart, because I want to believe him. And, while finding out that
he slept with his last assistant still stings, it’s a sting that will fade
quickly. After what Jed did to me, this is really nothing. We can get through
this. To what end, I’m not sure.

But Henry said he wants this to work out. He wants
us
to work out.

“So? Now what?”

“Now I get to listen to my father berate me for several
hours, and then kiss people’s asses for the next forty-eight hours so they’ll
give Wolf Cove glowing write-ups.” Cool, abrupt Henry is back.

“And what about the lawsuit, and the charges?”

He reaches out to flatten my disheveled hair. “Dyson’s going
to arrange a meeting with her to try and persuade her not to go through with
this.”

“And by ‘persuade’ you mean
talk
to her, right?” I
haven’t forgotten the conversation I walked in on.

Henry gets my meaning right away. “Fuck, of course, Abbi! What
do you think I am, a thug?” He shakes his head. “If she wants to play hardball,
she’s going to have to deal with what I’m willing to pitch, and it won’t be
pretty, but I didn’t start this. She needs to realize the repercussions of her
lies. All the personal dirt that’s going to be revealed in court about our
relationship.”

“You’re hoping she’ll recant.” I lean into his chest to feel
his warmth. “I hope so, too.”