Ransom told himself he was doing this to protect Isabelle, to keep her away from Blood Moon and the danger that may befall her there. That he was keeping her distracted and safe. But a week later, no attack had happened, and he hadn’t heard from his contact, but he continued to bring her back to his hotel room and keep her occupied—and satisfied—until she was too tired to leave until just before dawn, long after the club had closed.
“Oh God!” Her body shuddered as she rode him, her thighs around his hips, generous tits bouncing up and down. Reaching up, he grabbed a handful, pinching her nipples just the way she liked them. She growled, a sound that he loved to hear from her lips, especially when he was inside her and she was ready to come.
“Fight it, princess,” he ordered. “Don’t come yet.”
“I can’t! You—Ungh!” she whined when he slapped her ass playfully. In retaliation, she scratched her fingernails down his chest, leaving red marks in its wake.
God, she was perfect. She made up for her inexperience with her enthusiasm, surprising even him with her voracious sexual appetite and adventurousness. And he loved making her come, watching her fall apart, feeling her squeeze him as her body was overcome with pleasure.
“That’s it,” he urged as she continued to move her hips, gripping his cock tight inside her. “Come, darlin’. Come for me.”
She squealed and moved her hips harder, her body shuddering, back bowing back as she slowed down. He rolled her over, slamming hard into her, fucking into her with all his might, all the while holding onto his own pleasure as he wrung out another orgasm from her. When she was pleading and crying, he finally let go, grunting like an animal as his cock exploded inside her, filling her up with his come. Aftershocks rocked his body, but he didn’t release her. He held on tighter, as if she was going to disappear.
“Ransom,” she rasped as she gently pushed him back. “Oh God.”
“Hmmm …” He licked at her neck, ignoring her protests as he took a whiff of her sweet and spicy scent.
“Oh.” She practically melted against him. It was her weakness, having her neck kissed and licked. “Ransom …”
He loved hearing his name on her lips and so he continued to nibble at her collarbone, moving lower—
“Ransom, I can’t breathe,” she moaned. “And I’m all sweaty and gross.”
“Not gross,” he said, but lifted himself off her. Grabbing the towel he kept on the headboard, he gave her a quick rubdown before he wiped the sweat from himself, then lay down next to her.
Isabelle sighed and then tried to roll off the bed, but he reached for her hand and pulled her back to bed. She didn’t protest and allowed him to roll her over. “Don’t,” he said. “Just stay here with me tonight.” Or forever.
“You know I can’t,” she said. “And I’m not sleeping on that bed.”
A twinge of shame plucked at his chest. Isabelle was obviously classy and well-to-do, and he wished he could afford a better place than this dingy hotel. She deserved better. Had he known that night had been her first time, he would have at least moved to a place that didn’t have cockroaches scattering across the floor in the middle of the night. “I know you’re used to better—”
“Stop that!” She patted him on the chest. “It doesn’t matter to me. But this bed is tiny, and you’re huge; I’d have to sleep on top of you for both of us to fit here.”
“I have no problem with that.”
She laughed and then pulled his head down for a kiss. “You’d roll over and crush me,” she said. “I bet you’re one of those guys who splay all over the bed.”
“And I bet you’re one of those girls who hog the covers,” he shot back playfully. “Why don’t we find out?” In truth, he’d been wanting to know what it would feel like to wake up with her in his arms. There was just something not right about her leaving every night. His inner wolf agreed. It was strange really; his wolf was always indifferent to all the women he’d been with before. Isabelle was the exception, and his inner animal was crazy about her. Hell, if he was honest, he was crazy about her.
“You know I can’t.” She sighed and got off the bed, then began to pick up her discarded clothing. “My cousin’s covering for me, but only if I go home.” Hopping into her panties, she did a little shake that made her tits jiggle, and his cock went half hard. “Ransom, are you listening to me?”
“Huh?” He smiled at her. “Sorry, got distracted,” he said with a nod at her chest.
She smiled wryly at him, then slipped her dress over her head. “Anyway, Maxine’s a worrywart, and if I don’t video chat with her from my apartment, she’ll freak out. But don’t worry,” she gave him a quick peck. “She knows that if anyone asks, I’ve been with her every night. She pinky-promised, so she’ll cover for me, even with my dad.”
“Your dad?”
She nodded. “Mm-hmm. My dad can be overprotective, but that’s because I’m the youngest, and he still thinks I’m a baby. And he was the Alpha of New York until my brother took over a few months ago, but he’s cool, even with Lone Wolves.”
Alpha of New York.
His vision went briefly red.
Grant Anderson.
Her father was the Alpha of New York.
Grant Anderson.
“Ransom?” A small frown pleated between her eyebrows. “Are you okay?”
“I …” He shut his mouth quickly, unsure of what to say. His stomach filled with dread as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed his face. No, it couldn’t be. His entire body went numb and a cold feeling ran through his veins like ice. He didn’t even notice her sit beside him
