“Why not?”
“I’m rough.” His hand collars my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just rests his fingers there, as if to demonstrate how dangerous he is.
I’m not put off. Not in the least. “Yeah?” I breathe.
“Yeah. When I fuck, I fuck hard.” He pulls me forward and holds me against his chiseled body. I feel him. Every inch.
My pulse races. “You wouldn’t like it, baby. Because it’s always going to be my way.” He dips his head, and his lips touch my ear. “I say spread, and you spread. I say ride, and you ride.” His whisper sends tingles through me. “I say come, and you come. And it’s not over until I say it’s over. Even if you beg me to stop.”
Fireworks explode in my brain. My pussy squeezes as if he’s already told me to come.
Benny was bad in bed. Really, really bad. So much so, I tended to encourage him to do his own thing, while I did mine. I’m essentially on a two year dry streak.
My seduction plan just backfired. Big time.
“So what’s it gonna be?” he murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You gonna be my good girl?”
My lips part. “Yes,” is on the tip of my tongue. My panties are soaked.
No, Foxfire! Bad, bad girl! I’m supposed to be seducing him, not melting into a puddle at his feet.
His lips drop to my ear. “You wanna be a good girl tonight, baby. You know why?”
“Why?”
“‘Cause if you’re bad… you get punished.”
~.~
Tank
It was supposed to be an easy job. Get in, handle the girl, get out. Protect the pack.
I’m leaning against the wall outside of Foxfire’s bedroom with the boner the size of a baseball bat. I’m about to lose control. My wolf howls for its prey.
Foxfire. Fuck.
All evening, I alternated between wanting to dominate her and wanting to laugh. I’ve never met someone so annoying. And cute. And saucy. And smart. I want to punish her, smack that tempting ass, and spread her thighs. Find out how she sounds screaming Daddy when my tongue’s working her clit. Get underneath all her games and teasing to find out what makes her tick. To be the one who makes her tick.
No. No messing with humans, even cute ones that fascinate my wolf.
I can almost hear my dad. He lectured me my whole life to beware the pussy trap. “Son, don’t ever let a woman in. Give her an inch, she’ll think she’s a ruler.”
I want to give Foxfire a lot more than an inch. But I don’t want just to fuck her. I want to own her.
“Come on, come on,” I mutter, jabbing the buttons on my cell phone. Garrett. Jared. Trey. None of them are answering calls or texts. I called Sam over at Eclipse, but the wolves working at Garrett’s club tonight aren’t as high up in the pack, and they know nothing. I don’t tell them what’s going down-Garrett doesn’t want word getting out about his missing sister, Sedona. I’m his second. I have his back. I just wish he’d call.
Scratch that. I wish I could fuck Foxfire into next week then get my alpha’s call.
“Pack comes first,” my dad told me. “Always. A mate can trick you, a woman will leave you, but the pack will never let you down. Everything we have, we owe to our fellow wolves.”
“I’m trying,” I mutter. For a second, I think about calling my dad, but no. He’s in another pack, and I know what he’ll say. I’m not in the mood for a lecture.
This is my problem, and I’m going to face it like a grown man. I’m going to wait until Foxfire’s asleep and then jack off a couple of times. Hopefully that will relieve the tension until morning, when I see her again. I don’t even mind the freakish hair. It’s got me wondering-if those are the curtains, what color are the drapes?
One thing at a fucking time.
I pocket my phone-carefully, not a lot of extra room in my jeans anymore-and start to tiptoe away when I hear it.
Scrape, scrape, scrape.
What the fuck?
I open the door.
Foxfire shoots me a guilty look from the window. She’s got a metal nail file and is trying to work open the paint-sealed window.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to get some fresh air?” She hides the tool behind her back.
I want to laugh because she’s the cutest fucking prisoner I’ve ever seen, but instead I keep my face blank. I can’t let her know her antics are working.
And believe me, I do know she’s working me with them.
“Nice try, princess.” I clamp a hand on the back of her neck, ignoring the way her pulse jumps under my palm.
A scent fills the air, and I get a lungful as I guide her to the bed. Hot, fresh pussy.
“Get in, little girl.” I pull the blankets down.
“Read me a story?” she mocks with a hopeful little-girl face.
“I’m not your father.”
She hangs one finger from her mouth, the perfect coquette. “I know, big man.” Her bottom points in my direction as she climbs up, and I can’t help it. I smack her sassy ass.
She squeaks.
“That didn’t even hurt.” Not over her boyshorts. I grab her hips and nip the offended flesh then kiss it better.
She goes still, breath hitching.
Fuck. What am I doing? I definitely have zero intention of getting involved with this crazy human, no matter how cute she may be.
I slap her ass again. It’s addictive, how good her soft flesh feels under my hand.
“Get in that bed before I peel these panties down and give you a proper spanking,” I growl.
I’m not sure if I meant that to be a threat or an enticement, but she clearly isn’t scared.
I somehow wrangle my self-control and take a step back, so she’s out of reaching distance.