I suck my breath in over my teeth and stop spanking, squeezing and massaging her heated curves as I stroke her wet pussy. “Turn around.” My voice is three octaves lower than usual, more beast than man.
She turns and I shake the towel off my waist. When she slides a leg up around my waist, I scoop my forearm under her ass, lifting her to meet my throbbing member.
And then I’m in her. Exactly where I’ve wanted to be all day. Where I needed to be last night, and the night before.
I thrust in and up, pushing her shoulders against the wall, but holding her hips out to meet mine. She’s a disheveled goddess, dress tangled up around her waist, hair sprawled out on the wall. I fuck her hard and deep, relentless.
“I wanted to give it to you slow tonight, baby. Take my time with you. But no, you had to wear that dress,” I growl as I bang into her.
She clutches my shoulders, nails scoring my flesh, marking me as I’ve marked her. “Carlos,” she chokes. The desperation is there already, she needs to come.
Good thing, because longevity isn’t in the cards for me at the moment.
“Take it,” I growl. “Take it deep, muñeca. You asked for this.”
As usual, my female is excited by my dirty talk. She shatters, inner thighs squeezing my waist, pussy clenching and releasing as her last cry hangs, seemingly suspended in the air between us because she’s stopped breathing.
I slam into her three more times and plunge deep for my finish.
Sedona’s chest moves again, and she slides her hands around, digs her nails deep into my back, closes her eyes.
I claim her mouth, slanting my lips over hers, licking and sucking until I stop coming. Then I freeze. “I forgot a condom again.” I’d worn one last night, but the night before, when I sleep-fucked her, I hadn’t worn one, and now I did it again. As horrible as it sounds, I subconsciously must want her to get pregnant, to bind her to me.
“It’s okay.” She tucks her face into my neck, still recovering her breath. “You can’t get me pregnant.”
Relief pours through me. Well, mostly relief. Maybe with ten percent disappointment. She must be on the pill. Strange, but I hadn’t smelled it the way I can smell it on a human female.
Her stomach rumbles.
“Baby, you’re hungry,” I chide. I ease out of her and lower her feet to the floor. “Let’s go get some dinner.”
She stands still and I look up from where I’d bent to pick up my towel.
“Sedona. Fuck.” I stalk back to her, wrapping the towel around my waist. “Did I hurt you? I was way too rough. I’m sorry, ángel.”
She reaches for me, which nearly floors me with relief. Wraps her arms around my neck and lets me hold her. “I like it when you’re rough,” she murmurs against my ear. Her body is trembling, though, and I feel like the biggest ass for fucking her and then dropping her to the floor while I wipe off my dick.
I hold her, stroking her back, burying my face in her thick glossy hair. I’m replaying the scene, trying to figure out if something went wrong, or if she just needs a moment of aftercare when she says, “You owe me a pair of panties, though.”
I bark a laugh.
“And I’m still wearing this dress out.”
I groan. “Okay, muñeca, wear the dress. But you’ll be held responsible for all the men whose faces meet my knuckles when they ogle you.”
She lets go of me and I reluctantly step back. “You’ll behave.” She sounds like she believes it, which makes me vow to meet her expectations. Even if it fucking kills me.
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Sedona
I didn’t lie. Not exactly.
He can’t get me pregnant because I already am.
My insides swim around with the misdirection and all the issues I’ve avoided examining come slamming back into me.
It won’t be long before he scents the change in hormones on me. Before my body starts to change to accommodate the new life within me. Our pup.
What will it mean to him?
I don’t even know what it means to me.
Fates, this entire trip to Europe wasn’t to heal, it was a last ditch effort to spread my wings before I’m saddled with a child. I’ve been pretending that child doesn’t exist, pretending none of my problems exist while I get my rah-rahs out seeing famous art and getting sexed against the wall by a libidinous werewolf.
But I’m going to have to face the music soon. Either I lose Carlos soon and try to keep this pregnancy from him or we stick together and he’ll find out on his own in the next week or two.
Then what?
If he’s already gone overboard to protect me on this trip, what do I think he’ll do when he knows I’m carrying his pup? Do I really believe he’ll ever leave my side?
What did Garrett say? It would take an entire pack to keep him away.
I slip on a new pair of panties and smooth the skirt of the dress back down as Carlos gets dressed.
He’s looking over at me like he knows something’s going on in my head and it worries him. He pays attention, I’ll give him that. Moments like these I wish he’d pay a little less attention.
No, that’s not true.
Carlos escorts me out and we walk down to Las Ramblas again and find an open-air restaurant where we can watch all the activity on the tree-lined street.
I’m sore and used in all the right places, but I know it will fade within the next hour, so I savor every twinge and pulse.
Carlos orders a bottle of wine after consulting me on my preferences. When it comes, I take a sip, but even if I’d wanted to drink alcohol, I can’t. My body totally refuses it. I can barely choke down one sip.