I put my hand on his leg, and he catches my wrist. Shards of glass pierce my gut. I try to hide it, but Tank glances over, and his grip softens as he reads my disappointment.
“Baby, it’s not you,” he says. “It’s just better if we don’t get involved.”
“Tank, we’re driving to my mom’s in Flagstaff with a thug in the back. You spent the night last night. You saw me shift for the first time, stood up to my ex, and showed me a werewolf safe house.” I sit back in a huff. “It’s too late to not be involved.” I free my hand and do air quotes around involved.
He shakes his head, but his lips turn up a little. My little rant made him smile.
“What’s so wrong about us being involved anyway?”
Wrong question. Every bit of warmth leaves the cabin. Tank might as well have turned to stone.
“Tank?”
“It’s not safe,” he says.
“What’s not safe? You and me?” I snort. “That’s ridiculous. You’re the safest guy I know.”
“No I’m not.”
“Are you telling me I’m in danger? I can’t see you hurting a woman.”
“Not any woman. I’m only dangerous to you.”
“What?”
He mumbles something, and I lean forward. “I didn’t catch that.”
“My wolf is attracted to you.”
Ahhh. If I were a cat, I’d purr. “Your wolf? Or you?”
I put my hand on his leg, again.
“Stop it,” he says. But he doesn’t push it away.
“I never thanked you for helping me. I’d be a mess without you.”
“You are a mess.”
I laugh, but it’s a harsh, bitter sound. “The word you’re looking for is freak.”
“You’re not a freak.” He frowns.
~.~
Tank
Foxfire cocks her head to the side as she studies me. I wonder what she sees. “You think I’m cute, though.”
I shake my head.
“Oh, come on. You like me. Admit it.”
“No.”
Disappointment rumples her face. Immediately, I want to take it back. But what am I going to say? Annoy me all you want, baby. Just be ready to face the consequences. Fuck. The thought of pinning her down and teaching her to yield has my cock painfully pressing against my jeans.
Miles pass. Foxfire looks out the window, despondent.
“You’re way beyond cute,” I admit. “You’re blazing hot.”
“Really?” She brightens.
“Yeah. I’m trying very hard to keep my wolf from throwing you down and fucking you senseless.”
“Awesome,” she breathes. Totally mental. “I knew you wanted me.” She gazes at me, head cocked to the side.
“What?” Her look makes me nervous.
“How about right now?” she asks. She puts her hand on my thigh and slides it up slowly. The truck swerves, and I grip the steering wheel harder.
“What? No.”
But she’s undone her seat belt and is sliding off her seat.
“Foxfire. No. Get back. I mean it.”
“I never thanked you for helping me,” she purrs. Leaning forward, she undoes the button on my jeans.
My cock leaps. Fuck, am I going to let her do this? We’re on a back road in the middle of the national forest, no cars in sight, but still. The chances of me smashing the car into a tree the second she touches me are through the roof.
Small hands tug at my jeans. I shift to accommodate her fingers before I know what’s happening.
I slow, but there’s no shoulder on this stretch of road. Meanwhile, she grips my cock.
Fuck. This is happening.
“I can’t,” I rasp. Can’t stay in control. Can’t drive the truck and have her sweet little mouth on my dick. Can’t keep from fucking her senseless. I catch her wrist in a firm grip, not too tight. I don’t want to hurt her.
“Please, big man,” she whispers, and I almost swerve off the road.
She gazes up at me from her knees, her slender fingers stroking my dick.
“Please.” She licks her lips. “I want it so bad. Let me give this to you.”
As if any male alive could ever deny her when she begs like that. Her sweet little nipples are hard as she pleads for my cock. She leans close and blows her hot breath over my manhood. My balls tighten to the point of pain. I’m so fucking hard. I’ve been hard ever since I first saw her.
The road widens ahead. Thank fuck. I roll to a stop and lift my hips. “All right. Take it out.”
She jacks my cock slowly. Her small hand barely fits around it.
I put the truck in park and grip her hair. If we do this, we do this my way. “I want your mouth on me.”
“Okay, Daddy.” It’s so twisted that she calls me that, but my wolf fucking loves it. He wants to take care of her, protect her, show her what it means to be her daddy-in the dominant boyfriend sense, not the fatherly sense.
She dives forward, swallowing my cock in her hot mouth. Just the right amount of pressure, tongue lolling. It’s perfect, but I want to see how far she’ll let me go, how she responds to the dominant side of me.
I tug her hair and pull her off. “Lick up and down.”
“Yes, Daddy-o,” she breathes. Okay, that’s definitely wrong. But fuck if it doesn’t get me harder. She licks me with lots of tongue, following my direction. She has an eager little mouth. I wanna make this last as long as possible. But she’s not making it easy.
“Suck me,” I order.
“Mmmm.” She suctions her lips around my width and pulls more vigorously, sliding down my pole.
Totally submissive. My wolf is going wild. He wants to mark her right now, right here.
She’s the one, he howls.
“That’s right baby, take it far as you can go.”
She swallows me deep then pulls off, gasping.
“Good girl.” I stroke her hair. I let her take her time before she tries again.
I slip a hand into her shirt, pushing down her bra to cup her tit. She’s soft and warm, her tits a perfect handful. I brush my thumb over her nipple, and she shifts restlessly.