His tongue connected to the flesh at the back of her neck and Sara closed her eyes, leaning her forehead against the wall. As his tongue trailed down her spine, his hands slid around and gripped her breasts. His tongue reached the cleft of her butt and went back up the way it came. He kept going until he reached her ear.
“Give me your hand,” he whispered, sending a deep shudder through her entire body.
He placed his hand on top of hers and brought it down to her waist, slipping both between her thighs. Her body gave another, more violent shudder as he led the tips of her fingers to her clit and used them to slowly stroke her. A harsh breath burst from her lungs as her whole body tightened up and an intense heat began to spread from her lower back and up her spine. He growled against her flesh as he nudged her hair off to the side with the tip of his nose and began to gently nip the back of her neck. Oh, God! Biting! She loved biting. Not too hard and definitely not too soft—just enough pressure to make her wince and groan at the same time while not causing any unnecessary screaming or dialing of nine-one-one.
Her knees gave out and she would have hit the ground if Zach’s other arm wasn’t around her waist holding her in place. Her fingers, led by his, continued to firmly circle around her clit until her head fell back against his shoulder and a brutal spasm rippled through her. Gently pulling her hand away, he brought it up so they could both see it. Sara watched as he, still holding her hand wet with her own juices, slipped her middle finger into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it and Sara used her free hand to push herself away from the wall. She turned in his arms and looked at him, her finger in his mouth.
“Clothes. Off. Now.” Zach was fully dressed and she wasn’t having it. She wanted him naked and inside her. Now.
Zach pulled her finger out of his mouth with a loud, wet “pop”. Then she was pushing his leather biker jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor before snatching the black T-shirt off his body. She unzipped his jeans and shoved his hard body back on the bed. Raised up on his elbows, Zach watched her with a smile while she yanked off his boots and pulled off his jeans. She chuckled over his boxers and then dragged them off his body, leaving scratches along his thighs. She stood back and stared at his erection. Just stared at it. He wasn’t sure exactly what she might be thinking until she looked up at him, and smiled. “Rock on.”
Laughing, he wondered how in hell he ended up with this crazy bitch. Well, this hot crazy bitch.
“Wait.” She ran out of the room, leaving Zach and his desperate erection lying there.
He could hear her tearing through the living room of her house, muttering “Where is it? Where the fuck is it?” to herself.
“Get your tight ass back in here,” he ordered.
“Keep your balls in check. I’m coming.”
“You will be if you get your ass back in here.”
“Here.” Sara tossed a brown paper bag on the bed beside Zach as she moved purposely into the room.
The bag landed and it popped open, boxes of condoms falling out over the bedspread. Zach smiled triumphantly. “I knew that’s what you had in that bag!” He laughed until Sara dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed.
Zach’s smile faded and a low groan escaped his lips. She ran her tongue along the underside of his dick, the tip gliding along the thick veins. She reached the head and swirled her tongue around it like he had her finger. Slowly she took him in her mouth and he dropped back against the bed, fighting for control. He wasn’t going to take her. He’d fuck her, but he wasn’t going to take her. No matter what she did to him or his dick.
He kept repeating that thought to himself over and over again, like a mantra.
Sara really had no idea what she was doing to him, though. If she had she wouldn’t have deep-throated him, her left hand wrapped around the base of his dick, until he could feel the back of her throat with the tip. Then the bitch growled—Fuck! Not the growl!—and he felt the sensation all the way up the shaft to his balls, which she’d firmly gripped in her right hand.
She rode him with her mouth, the sound of her sucking and growling and his moaning the only thing heard in the room. And that’s when he decided—she was his. He was going to claim her and claim her now.
He grabbed her by the hair, roughly pulling her off his dick. She looked at him, surprised but definitely curious. Taking her by the shoulders, he threw her onto the bed, slipping the condom on the last rational thought he had as he sat up and flipped her on her stomach. Zach knelt behind her and, gripping her by the waist, yanked her back until she was against his dick. He didn’t waste any time with coaxing words or sweet endearments. She was wet and he was ready. He slammed into her and let her throaty scream wash over him, making him harder and more desperate to bury himself inside her.
Growling, he slammed back into her with such force she let out a gasp that sounded suspiciously like “Fuck!” So he slammed into her again. Leaning forward, he kissed her back as he mercilessly pounded into her. He found a muscled spot below her right shoulder, kissing and licking it as his hand reached around and found her slippery wet pussy. He clamped onto her clit as he bit down onto her back, his canines extending to tear into the flesh.
An animalistic scream ripped out of Sara’s throat, her hips continuing to pump back to meet his thrusts. He felt the walls of her pussy tighten around him and he knew she was coming. Knew she was his. He held on to her shoulder with his teeth as his tongue licked at the blood and his fingers worked her clit. He slammed into her hard again. And again. That’s when she screamed out his name and he felt her juices flow over him and down her thighs, her body shaking as the orgasm spread through her. Releasing her, his teeth slid out of her skin. Then he couldn’t hold back anymore and with a roar he came inside her.
When the last shudder passed through them both, they collapsed on the bed and the only thought Zach had before falling into an exhaustive sleep was simple.
Goddammit.
Chapter Fourteen
Zach heard her growls and forced himself awake. Still dark out, he knew it was very early morning.
He looked down at Sara. Still sleeping, her body racked with tremors as things inside her moved and settled. Her body adjusting to its new state. Changing. Adapting. Becoming like him.
Wrapping his arms around her to keep her from hurting herself, he realized too late he should have been more worried about himself when it came to his little psychopath.
She loosened one arm from his grip and her claws barely missed slashing his throat out. Asleep but fighting him, Sara went for him again. Zach grabbed both her wrists and pushed her arms over her head. Waking her up wouldn’t do any good. Not when she was like this.
One of the problems with turning shifters so late was what their bodies went through. These kind of changes should have taken place when she was in her adolescence. Then her parents would have taught her all she needed to know, helping her to adapt to being something more.
Nothing he could do about that now except deal with her slow evolution.
Although, her already having claws was a little surprising but probably not something she’d be able to control for quite a few years.
Yawning and holding her in place, Zach waited while her body calmed down and her growling subsided. He’d almost slipped back asleep, her comfortably nestled in the circle of his arms, when a sudden surge of strength hit her and she flipped him onto his back.
Uh-oh.
“Sara.”
But she couldn’t hear him. Her eyes still closed, she leaned down and sniffed him, then groaned. She nuzzled him under the chin and her lips barely touched his as she swiped them across.
He still had her wrists in his hands but he’d really have to slam her down to get her under control. She-wolves were incredibly strong and the perfect bedmates for the males. But with her body changing, it could get…intense.
Of course, that’s when his dick sat up and said, “Oh, yeah! Go for it!”
No, no. Sara
was nowhere ready for how rough the party could get between mates. Christ, how many times had the sounds of his parent’s antics behind their bedroom door shocked him and his sister out of their teen minds? Their matings always sounded closer to mutual assault then any human’s idea of “making love”. Still, the next morning, while he and his sister scarfed down their waffles and bacon, his parents nuzzled and kissed like new lovers.
Not all, but most wolves liked it rough. Zach definitely liked it that way, but he didn’t want to hurt Sara. She couldn’t handle any of this yet.
So, trying for that whole gallant thing he’d never really been good at, Zach’s hold on Sara’s wrists tightened.
“Sara. Wake up.”
Those astounding brown eyes popped open but he’d bet hard cold cash she was only half awake. And, goddamnit, she was feral. Again.
She ground her hips against his, her sex wet and hot against his stomach. “Fuck me, you shit,” she growled out.
Okay!
No!
Zach gritted his teeth, fighting himself and this crazy woman at the same time. “Sara. You need to calm down.” She needed a horse tranquilizer.
Sara fought his hold on her wrists and it was a struggle. Her strength growing every second he was around her.
“Fuck me or I’ll find someone who will.”
Raising one eyebrow, Zach now fought hard not to laugh. “Really?” he couldn’t help but ask.
Even feral, her adorable face screwed up into a frown. “No. It has to be you. I want you.” Through clenched teeth, she snapped, “So fuck me already!”
“Sara…”
But she couldn’t hear him, not with that new tremor coursing through her body. Her head flung back, her long hair brushing against his thighs, she writhed on top of him.
He clenched his jaw, holding her tight and watching her. God, he’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her. Still, he couldn’t…right?
After a few more moments, she looked back down, the aftershocks still causing her to shake. Her eyes opened and for less than a second he watched them shift to wolf and back to human.
Panting hard, she begged, “Please, Zach. God, please fuck me.”
Zach nodded, unable to deny her anything at this point. And unable to deny himself—or his dick—either.
Holding onto her wrists, he sat up, pushing her back in the process. Once up, he shoved her back into the mattress. She started to sit up.
“Don’t,” he snarled, “even think about moving.”
She lay back, staring up at him with those feral eyes.
Reaching over, he grabbed one of the unopened condom packets scattered across the bed. “You trust me, beautiful?”
She watched him, one second staring at his hands while they slipped the condom on his raging hard dick, next staring into his eyes. “No,” she finally answered. “I don’t trust anybody but my friends.”
“Do you like me?”
“Not particularly.”
“Good.” He stepped off the bed, grabbed her ankles and swung her around while yanking her down so her ass rested at the very edge. “That makes this so much more fun.”
The animal inside her snapped and she kicked out her foot, trying to hit him in the nuts. She’d gotten fast, but not fast enough. He slapped her foot out of the way, then placed his arms under her knees, pulling her wide open. Her pussy glistened and he could easily see the wetness on the inside of her thighs.
She struggled to get her legs free, so she could probably kick the shit out of him. She wanted to control this and probably thought she had.
Now he’d gone and pissed her off. Good.
Zach lifted her ass up, placing his cock right against her pussy. “Look at me, Sara.”
Those intense—and currently feral—brown eyes focused on him. Nope. No logic or reasonable thought there. She’d lost those for the moment, it seemed.
Instead of bothering with trying to calm her down or prepare her, Zach slammed his cock into her instead.
Sara let out a scream, her back arching off the bed. He held her legs in his arms while he pumped his dick inside her.
Hands twisting in the sheets, her body writhing under his forceful fucking, Sara whimpered. Sweat broke out over both their bodies and Zach fucked her harder.
“Play with your tits, Sara,” he ordered her. She glared at him, her lips pulling back over bright white canines. “Do it,” he pushed, flashing his own fangs.
Snarling like an annoyed pup, Sara gripped her breasts in both hands and squeezed. Her snarl turned into another whimper and her pussy tightened around his dick, showing them both how much she was loving it. “Tug on your nipples with your fingers. Get ‘em hard for me, beautiful.”
She did, her face softening as her fingers played with her breasts.
“Oh, yeah,” he moaned. “Just like that.”
She grinned and it felt like his dick doubled in size. How could one woman’s smile make him so hard?
“Does that feel good?” he asked, working hard to control his own impulse to come all over her.
“Yeah,” she moaned out.
“Do it a little harder. Imagine it’s my mouth sucking on you.”
Sara wiggled a bit as she twisted her nipples and her pussy slammed down on him like a vise.
“Yeah. That’s it, beautiful.”
He shuddered and fucked her harder, longer. Unable to stop.
“Please, Zach.”
“Please what, Sara? Tell me what you want, beautiful.”
Hands still gripped her breasts, played with her nipples while sweat poured off her, leaving the bedding beneath her soaked.
“I need to come.” She writhed desperately and he knew with the right touch she’d go off like an underground volcano reaching topside.
“You sure you’re ready? Sure you want it bad enough,” he spit out between gasps for air.
Like that she went feral again, that snarl roaring right back. “Just do it!” She leaned up, brown eyes ripping through him. Her voice more wolf than human. “Make me come or I’ll tear your throat out!”
Christ, what a vicious little bitch. And defnitely what he’d always wanted. He couldn’t get deep enough inside her. Couldn’t get close enough to her. He wanted to crawl inside her and stay there forever.
Zach pushed her farther back on the bed while bringing his knees up on the mattress. He left her legs resting across his thighs, leaning down to look her right in the face.
Burying his hands in her hair and pulling hard, he never stopped pounding away inside her. Never let his body find its own release. Not until he made sure she found hers. And as mean as she was right now, coaxing sweet words wouldn’t do it for her. Loving, affectionate touches would never get her there. There was only one thing to do.
Rubbing her clit with his pelvis with every thrust, Zach growled, “You better come for me, bitch. You better come for me right now or I’ll leave you hanging there. Begging me to let you come. Begging me to send you over that edge.”
“You son of a bitch!” She slammed her fists hard against him. A human male would have had destroyed shoulder blades, but Zach sneered and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
“Do it, Sara. Come.” He licked her neck. It tasted perfect. So he fit his teeth right below her ear.
“Come, Sara. Come or I’ll make you regret it.” He bit down and that was it.
Her entire body bowed under him, arching off the mattress, nearly shoving him to the floor. Her hands grabbed hold of his shoulders, fingers digging deep as her legs wrapped around his waist and held on tight.
Screaming and sobbing, she came hard. Her body rocking against his, her pussy clamping down and holding Zach inside her.
Finally, Zach let himself come and as soon as he let go, a second wave rocked through her. It felt like their release went on and on, their bodies locked in battle until they could no longer move.
When Zach could once again function, he pushed himself up on one elbow and
looked down at Sara’s face. Her eyes opened and he saw all that feral lust had disappeared. At least for the moment.
She gave a soft smile and fell back asleep.
Zach gently pushed Sara’s sweat-soaked hair off her face and kissed her nose. “I am so in over my head with you, aren’t I?”
As if in answer, Sara turned on her side but not before shoving him off with one good push. By the time he hit the floor, she was snoring.
Chapter Fifteen
Sara finally opened her eyes. At first she wasn’t quite sure where she was. But she quickly realized it was her bedroom, in her house—with one large arm thrown possessively over her waist.
Tell me I didn’t. But she knew she had. It all came flooding back to her…sort of—the club, the bar fight, that bitch Casey. And the best sex she’d ever had in her life.
Frowning in thought, Maybe even twice?
She didn’t know. She couldn’t remember. At least when she lost it, she really lost it.
She looked over her shoulder at Zach. Out cold, his dark brown hair fell across his face, but she could still see the bruises and cuts from the bar fight.
Sara couldn’t believe that was her last night. She’d been completely out of control. Although, the more she thought about it, the more she realized she hadn’t been out of control—at least not in the usual sense. In fact, she’d been completely aware of every move she’d made. Almost hyper-aware.
She glanced over at the clock on her night table. Still had a couple of hours until she had to be into work, but she simply couldn’t face Zach when he woke up. He would, naturally, think her a big ol’ slut. Probably want to pass her around to his friends. She couldn’t really blame him. She didn’t merely throw herself at the guy. She practically tackled him. The thought made her cheeks burn.
She carefully slipped out from under his arm and off the bed, her entire body feeling sore and deliciously used. Throwing on some clothes she left lying on the floor, she quietly—and quickly—escaped her own house.