I cry out from the flash of pain, but once he’s in, he doesn’t move, except to stroke my hair back from my face and gaze into my eyes. “You okay, baby?”
My entire body trembles, heat cascades through me. I give a shaky nod. He smiles and rocks his hips, easing out just a bit before pushing back in.
Yes.
This time it feels right. Satisfying. So good.
“Again,” I urge.
He repeats the action and my toes curl. I moan. He continues, gently rocking, filling me, stroking my insides with his thick length.
I’m nearly out of my mind, but somehow he’s still able to lower his head and worry one nipple with his tongue, his teeth.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, hook my feet around his back to pull him in tighter, demanding, “Faster.”
He curses and braces his torso above me, thrusting with more force.
It’s shockingly too much and so delicious. The head of his cock hits something inside me-my cervix?-but I ignore the dull ache it causes, and keep pulling Trey into me.
“Sheridan,” he rasps. His voice is gravelly and pained. His eyes shine silver, his wolf surging to the surface. I wonder if mine have changed, too.
The muscles in Trey’s back and shoulders flex into hard rocks. The world spins around me. I close my eyes, throw my head back with pleasure.
Trey shouts, pounding harder into me and then thrusting deep and staying. His muscular ass squeezes as he comes. Without fully understanding what’s happening, my body knows the exact response. An orgasm explodes, my internal muscles clenching around his cock, milking more of his cum from him.
For a few moments, I’m nowhere. Just floating, spinning, enjoying the reverberations of pleasure as my breath gradually slows, my heart stops thundering.
Trey strokes the hair back from my face, caresses my cheek. I blink my eyes open and I’m shocked to find his irises still gleaming silver, his canine’s spiked as if he wanted to mark me. I realize his body is shaking above me, muscles corded up as if the effort of holding back from marking me is killing him.
And yet he continues to show me only gentleness. He has the control not to take the step that would bind us together for the rest of our lives.
Make me his forever.
My heart beats fast at the knowledge that his wolf picked me for its mate. Does my wolf concur? How would I know? Female wolves don’t mark their mates. There isn’t a special serum to embed in our mates’ skin.
Regardless of what my wolf thinks, I know without a shadow of a doubt, that the idea of Trey marking me is nothing but exciting. In fact, I’m soaring, as if he’d just declared his undying love. Pledged his life and soul to me.
I touch his clenched jaw. “I think your wolf likes me.” I say it lightly, acknowledging it to prevent any awkwardness.
He pulls out and rolls off me, standing up to remove the condom and zip his pants. “So fucking much.” He slides my panties up, then my jeans, then pulls me to sitting. He stands between my thighs and holds me, his palms stroking my back, my hair. He kisses my head. “Thank you, Sheridan.”
My heart stutters in my chest. Every kid or adult in Wolf Ridge who thinks Trey is just some hardened asshole because of his fights, or who his dad was or his lack of achievement ought to know this side of him. Tender, grateful. Sweet.
I lift my lips for him to kiss, and think if we were cat shifters, I’d definitely be purring right now.
Present
SHERIDAN
I SHOW up at Fight Club in a short red corduroy mini skirt and a silky black blouse that leaves one shoulder bare.
Jared’s at the front door and he moves to bodily block my entrance. “Oh no. No way I’m letting you in there tonight.”
Just as I thought-something’s going on.
“Why not?” I try to skirt around him, but he shifts to block me again. I put my hands on my hips.
“Nope. Trey does not need you distracting him. Sorry, Sheridan. Come back another night.”
I lift my chin. “I’m going in there. Trey’s a big boy, he doesn’t need you to protect him from me.”
Jared fights a smile. “Yeah, I think he does. And I have money riding on Trey tonight, so I’m really protecting my own interests here.”
I go still. “Trey’s fighting?”
Jared closes his eyes, turns and smacks his head against the door frame. “I’m sure you weren’t supposed to know that. Now turn around and drive back home, Sheridan.”
“Why wouldn’t he want me to know?” My heart’s beating faster, but I’m not sure why.
Jared rubs his jaw. “You’d have to ask Trey that-but not tonight,” he adds quickly. “You can ask him tomorrow. After he wins this fight.”
Grizz comes out and glances at both of us. “Five minutes,” he mutters to Jared.
Five minutes until fight time? I need in there. The thought of Trey in the cage both terrifies and turns me on. And there’s no way I’m not going to see it.
I make another attempt to slip by Jared while he’s distracted with Grizz, but he’s way too fast.
“Jared!” I growl.
He shrugs with a smug smile. “No one to run and tattle to down here, is there? Maybe you should go back home.”
I ignore the jab. Yes, I clearly need to make amends with the Tucson pack, but that’s not going to happen tonight. Tonight, I’m getting into Fight Club to see Trey in the ring.
“What makes you think Trey wouldn’t win if I’m in there?” I demand. I can’t decide whether to be pissed off or flattered.
Jared leans a hand against the doorframe and blows out an exasperated breath. “Sheridan, if you’re in there, Trey’s gonna be worried about your safety-who’s talking to you, who’s touching you, whose throat he needs to rip out. He’s not gonna be focused on his opponent and winning the fight.”