My pussy clenches. Yep. I definitely like being restrained.
He tugs down the briefs once more. “If you were my mate, I’d spank you every night.” He smacks my ass hard, then rubs away the sting.
“Why?” I protest. It’s ridiculous but I’m less offended by the physical punishment thing than I am by the assertion that I might require it. I’m a good girl, after all. I’ve played the good girl my whole life. I had a sick mother growing up, and I compensated by working hard, studying hard.
Then I got sick myself.
So no, I’ve never had time to be disobedient.
“Because your ass is so spankable.”
Ah. I like that idea far better than the one where it’s because I deserve it. He slaps me again and a puff of air comes from my lips-half giggle, half moan.
“If you were my mate, I’d tie you spread eagle to the bed and make you come over and over again until you begged me to stop.”
The shudder that runs through me is of tsunamic proportion. Is that even a word? My pussy clenches, butt cheeks squeeze.
Sam laughs and gives me two quick slaps. He pushes my torso lower, angling my hips up high and penetrates me with his fingers.
I kick my legs, instantly frantic for more.
He pumps his fingers in and out.
“Please,” I beg.
He twists his fingers, slopes them in and-oh lordy-makes contact with my G-spot again.
I squeal, electric current shooting through every vein. My legs shoot out behind me. Sam thrusts his fingers in and out, hitting the magic spot every. Single. Time.
All kinds of crazy sounds come from my mouth, like I’m the animal, not him.
“P-please. Please!”
His thumb wedges between my butt cheeks and I squirm, embarrassed, but he holds me fast. He finds the pucker of my anus and gently presses it while he angles his fingers in and out. “Come for me, Layne. Go ahead. Let go.”
I scream into the couch cushions and he pushes in until his knuckles grind against my clit. My muscles contract around his fingers, feet kick in the air as I come and come and come.
And come some more.
It’s ridiculous how big a climax he wrings out of me using just his fingers. It doesn’t seem possible.
I collapse, shaking and weak. Utterly spent.
Sam eases his fingers out of me and kisses my backside. He tips me up and turns me around. I pull up the boxers before he lifts me to sit on the sofa’s arm. “Stay here,” he commands. “I’ll clean up the glass.”
I hop off the sofa. “I have to use the bathroom.”
His lips twitch and he scoops me up onto his hip, like a child, and walks across the broken glass. I start to protest until I remember how fast he regenerates.
He drops me off at the bathroom, the site of our first escapade.
My fingers tremble as I close the door.
I don’t know what in the hell is happening with me. I told myself it was just a little pleasure. Something I never normally allow myself. But I know that’s a lie. I’m falling for Sam. A werewolf. A shifter. Someone I can’t have.
Even if I weren’t dying.
~.~
Sam
I MANAGE to stuff my aching cock into a pair of jeans and pull on a t-shirt. I need to get Layne some clothes to wear, too.
It’s true what I told her.
My wolf freaked over her driving away. And then he backed all the way down.
But still I grind my bare feet in the glass as I clean it up, wanting to feel the pain from the tiny cuts. Deserving it.
I can’t believe I almost marked Layne. Scared the crap out of her. She doesn’t deserve this. She definitely doesn’t deserve the heavy dose of crazy I carry just below the surface at all times. I can’t bring that into her life.
But I can’t say she would’ve been better off without me, either. If I hadn’t found Data-X, it only would’ve been a matter of time before they either experimented on her, or killed her.
I know how Smyth works.
My burner phone rings and I look at the screen. Kylie, Jackson’s mate.
I answer. “Yes, I’m still alive.”
“Well, you could’ve let me know sooner. Meme was worried and so was I. I’d go to California to find you if I didn’t have a newborn to worry about. WTF?”
I didn’t like it when Jackson took an interest in the human female. Not because it disrupted my cozy home life freeloading off Jackson, a multi-millionaire, my alpha, and my only friend. Only because I was afraid she was trouble and humans and shifters don’t mix.
But it turned out she had shifter blood and when she got pregnant with Jackson’s pup, the baby provided whatever her body needed to figure out how to shift.
Bet Smyth would love to study that.
Laurie, one of the other prisoners in the lab, had a theory about Smyth. That he was defective-a shifter who couldn’t shift-and that’s why he was so obsessed with shifter research.
“I found another lab. The data lab this time.” Kylie helped me get to the experiment facility a few months ago in Utah. One I blew up after I searched it.
“Is that why you’re there? Did you destroy it?”
“Not yet.” I already regret that bargain I made with Layne, but the problem could be rectified. “I stole the data and wiped their servers. Oh, and I took one of the scientists.” She probably would find out soon enough on her own. Kylie’s an info security maven and if her research efforts were focused on me, she’d find the connection between a missing scientist immediately.
“Sam.”
I shrug even though she can’t see it.
“Wait. let me guess. Is she female?”
“What makes you say that?”
“You wolves have a penchant for keeping your females prisoner before you mate them.”