She orgasms, her pussy tightening and releasing around my cock.
I thrust deeper. Harder. Faster. "Yeah, you're definitely taking it in the ass later. I never said you could come."
Her eyes roll back in her head, mouth opens in a silent scream. I clench my teeth, balls tightening up. I close my lips around my own roar and bury myself deep inside her. I lean forward and attack one of her breasts, pulling it out of her halter top and bra, sucking, squeezing, kissing.
Biting.
She arches up into my mouth with a mewl.
"Fuck, I want to take your ass right now." I reach under her ass and find her back pucker with the pad of my middle finger.
Her pussy squeezes again, milking the last drops of cum from my johnson.
The storeroom door opens and I pull her down, quickly, hiding our bodies behind the boxes.
She laughs silently as we yank our clothing back in place. I fall on her mouth, kissing away her lip gloss and squeezing her ass. I can't get enough of this girl-even fresh off an orgasm.
"Fates, I think I will have to give you the belt tonight. I'm going to be harder than marble all night watching you."
She looks up and blinks. "Do your eyes change color?" She sucks in a quick breath. "I thought I saw that once before. Is that your wolf?"
I go perfectly still, staring down at her. "Are they yellow?"
She nods.
My hands on her tighten. Does this mean-? Could she be my mate? Is my wolf coming to the surface to mark her?
She rises to her tiptoes, balancing easily as she bats those long lashes. "I want to see your wolf." It's an excited whisper. Not a request, but not an assumption, either. She watches me with hopeful expectation.
How in the fuck can I say no?
I crush my lips against hers.
"Is that a yes?" she asks breathlessly when we break apart.
"Tomorrow," I promise. "I'll take you up to Mt. Lemmon."
"Yes!" She bounces on her feet and pulls me down for another kiss. "Thank you. I can't wait!"
Things have shifted. There's a weight to my commitment. Not a heaviness, just a significance. I've agreed to show her my wolf.
Because she's my mate?
Is it wrong that I'm starting to hope so?
Yes, definitely. Because I still can't keep her. But fuck if I don't want to.
Angelina
Jared isn't in the bed when I wake up. He had to stay late at Eclipse for pack business and I was asleep when he came to my place. But I am sure he came in last night. I remember him climbing into bed beside me and curving his large body around mine.
Pure heaven.
All these little moments are ones I haven't had with past boyfriends-not that I've ever really taken a serious boyfriend. I mean, I've dated a little. But I've never stuck with a guy for more than a few months, and while they may have spent a night at my place on a weekends, it was never like this.
I've never felt more wrapped up in a relationship than I do with Jared.
The one guy I can't have a relationship with.
I hear the sound of a motorcycle outside and I scramble out of the bed and look out my window.
There he is. Unbelievably hot in a tight black t-shirt, tattoos snaking down his forearms, a new motorcycle between his powerful thighs. At least it looks like a new motorcycle.
He parks it in my driveway and picks up a helmet that's hanging from the back seat.
I go running for the door and fling it open.
"Hey, baby. You're up." He looks so genuinely happy to see me.
I don't know why that surprises me. Maybe because I grew up feeling like a nuisance to my dad and before Jared I picked indifferent men who couldn't really give me their full attention.
Now I've picked one who gives me more attention than I've dreamed of, but I can't have him.
Same story, different twist. Unavailable.
He sets the helmet on the table by the front door and comes at me, his hands reaching for my waist, tugging up the little pink cami I slept in.
I giggle and catch his hands. "Did you get a new bike?"
His eyes gleam with hunger. "I did." He ignores my attempts to stop him and tugs the cami off over my head.
I turn to run-only because I love when he catches me-and he does.
"Baby, you come to the door in nothing but a few scraps of fabric, you'd better know I'm going to be putting my hands all over you."
I giggle. "I know." That certainty is part of the massive appeal to Jared. I'm desired. Every minute of the day.
He kisses my neck, backing me down the hall.
"Is the helmet for me?"
"Mmm hmm." He nips my ear.
"For the trip to Mt. Lemmon?"
"Yes. Unless you're scared."
"I'm not scared," I say quickly. The fantasy of riding on the back of Jared's bike has been with me since I first started dancing at Eclipse. And knowing he will show me his wolf at the end of the ride completes it.
"Good." He pushes me into the bathroom. "Were you going to shower before we go?"
"Um…" I'm only confused because his hands are all over me, his tongue in my ear.
"I'll help you." He shoves my panties down my thighs until they drop to the floor.
I loop my arms around his neck. "That sounds like a plan."
Angelina
The hour long ride up Mt. Lemmon is spectacular. I'm a little wind-worn by the time we get there, but I loved every second of it. Jared drives the bike like it's an extension of his body, control and power humming beneath us.
He pulls up at a cabin nestled in the woods and turns off the bike.
"What is this place?" I step off the bike and try to find my footing on my wobbly legs.