He stood off the edge of the bed, his hands running up her thighs.
Heat coursed through her.
She fumbled with the buttons on his blue shirt. God. A policeman? He was breaking every law she could think of right now. Only, he didn't know that, did he?
He yanked at the shirt, freeing it from his pants. It flew behind him at a flick of his hand.
Her soul quaked as he pulled down the flimsy fabric of her costume, yanking down the strapless bra along with it, exposing her breasts.
Arching her back, she welcomed his mouth as it closed around one nipple.
A squeak escaped her lips as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.
Oh God.
She kicked off the shoes, running a bare foot up his leg until it stopped at a very impressive bulge. Ellen rubbed him through the fabric. She wiggled, trying to reach down to free him. He pulled away and she groaned.
"So eager? We have the whole night. Remember how I said by the end of the evening you would be begging for my name?"
She gasped.
Oh. My. God.
He gripped her hips and pulled her down to the edge, her wet panties resting against his crotch. Hard, impressively hard underneath the fabric, and oh, did she want him.
"Please. Just, please. Don't make me wait. I need to feel you inside me before I wake up and realize this has all been a dream."
Ellen shuddered as he pushed her knees together, his palms kissing her skin as he slid her panties over her legs.
"If this is a dream, then I hope I never wake up," he said.
She did too.
No more words, just feeling. Ellen yanked at the dress, pulling it.
She ripped at the neckline as frustration grew. She needed to get out of this.
Her body shook as his hands found their way between her legs.
God, no. She was stuck, and completely at his will.
A finger slid between her folds, her eyes nearly rolling in the back of her head.
What would the cost of this pleasure be?
God, did she even care? He slid a second finger in, stroking her. A static hum, beginning to build in her head, and her body burned with pleasure.
Ellen couldn't catch her breath as he worked her faster and faster, a pressure growing.
Just as she was about to come crashing down, her body tensed, ready to release, and he pulled out.
Her eyes flew open.
In the dark she made out his frantic figure ripping away his pants, then his shirt, the clink of buttons flying.
Just as fast as he'd retreated, he spread her legs, his hands on her knees.
In the moonlight she could see him without the mask and her mouth ran dry.
He leaned forward, gripping the fabric prison and pulled. Her arms slid free and the dress finally cleared her head.
Leaning in, he kissed her.
There was only him. As the pressure of the head of his dick sat at her entrance, the coil of anticipation filled her.
She hooked her heels around his back, but he fought her.
Her heart thudded in ears. Waiting. Waiting for him to satiate her. Finally, with a smile of his lips still against hers, he started to press in.
The burning stretch of muscles accompanied the pleasure of feeling him sliding along her slick heat.
He was much bigger than anything she'd imagined.
Ellen groaned as he filled her inch by inch and all she could do was hold him. Kiss him. Submit to him.
6
Things that he didn't think through, number one million. What if this blond vixen was part of his intended's pack. Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
This would be a problem because he would have to somehow smooth some ruffled feathers and then ask for her. That wasn't too bad, right?
He's never seen her before, but it wasn't like there were that many packs here. Maybe five. Shit.
He couldn't show up at the meeting of the packs and see this woman there. I mean, he could. But, God. He wouldn't be able to go through with this mating. Please God, let her be in a different pack. Please.
She stretched and the sheet slipped from her breasts. Her nipples teased him. Didn't they know he was supposed to be focused on something else. Like what? What was he supposed to be focused on? How about getting out of his arranged mating. He couldn't go through with that now. This had to be what everyone talked about. Knowing. Knowing soul deep that she was it. The big IT.
His eyes flicked to her nipples again. Back to her sleeping face and...
Oh, fuck it.
West couldn't take it anymore. He needed to taste her.
Bending down, he took in one of the pink nubs, sucking until it peaked under his tongue.
She stirred. West loved her moans. He loved how she arched into him.
His hand played and kneaded the other breast. He smiled against her when her hands wound in his hair.
"Aren't you tired?" she asked.
West flicked his tongue against her nipple before looking up.
"I don't think my body could ever tire of you."
Glancing up, he paused. His heart, felt, felt like what, as he took in the sight of her?
Full? That was a crappy description, but maybe it was right. He was a damn sap. Looking into her half-lidded eyes, though, he realized that he felt complete.
Abandoning his lust, he crawled up to her mouth. Claiming her lips with his own. The taste of dreams. God, she was everything.
"Shit," West said, and sat up.
"What?" It took her a minute. Her arms stretching over her head. His dick twitching, ready for another round. But that wasn't going to solve anything.
"This wasn't supposed to happen," he said.
West sniffed the air, trying to figure out if anyone was up in the house. He tried to listen, his wolf-sense taking over.
West felt something die inside as she gripped the blanket and sat up, resting
