Chapter 10

Xander hopped out of the truck and ran around to open the passenger door, but Khaki was already waiting for him by the front bumper, her hand outstretched. He took it without hesitation. The time for thinking was long past.

He didn’t really remember Khaki unlocking the door. There was just the jangling of keys, then they were standing in the entryway of her apartment gazing at each other.

“Are we really going to do this?” she whispered as he closed the door behind them.

Xander didn’t answer. Instead, he tugged her close, slid one hand into her silky, long hair, and kissed her. The taste of her mouth made something hungry and primal rise up, and he wrapped his other arm around her to pull her closer. It was time to claim her completely.

As the kiss deepened, he had to fight his body’s desire to shift. He had the insane need to let his teeth slip out so he could nip her here and there—just a little.

But he held back the instinctive need to let the animal out, not wanting to scare Khaki. Then he felt her fangs come out as she captured his lower lip and gave it a not-so-gentle bite. That destroyed any resistance he had left, and the next thing he knew, he had her pressed up against the wall of her apartment, one hand under her ass to hold her off the floor as the other ripped off her shirt.

His mouth descended to her throat, kissing here, tracing his tongue there, slightly sinking his teeth into that warm, pulsing area where her beautiful neck met that strong, sexy shoulder. He didn’t bite very hard, definitely not hard enough to break skin, but the soft growl Khaki let out was so wild and passionate that he found it hard to hold back.

Her claws dug into his back as she ripped his shirt off his shoulders. He knew she’d scratched him hard enough to bleed, but he didn’t care. He never imagined it could feel so good to have a set of claws buried in his flesh, but it did. Beyond words.

That was when he stopped holding back and let his fangs bite just a little bit deeper.

The sound of pleasure Khaki made probably woke the neighbors three streets down, but Xander was beyond caring about that too.

* * *

Khaki growled as Xander pushed her up against the wall and let his sharp canines come down on her shoulder. It shouldn’t have felt so good, but the pleasure spreading out from her neck and shoulder could only be described as orgasmic.

She dug her claws into his back and urged him to keep going. She’d never been this turned on before, and everything Xander did, especially the biting, only made her burn hotter.

It was crazy. She’d never been into anything remotely kinky like this, had never even been a fan of rough sex before now. But at that moment, all she wanted Xander to do was rip off her clothes and take her right there against the wall as hard as he could.

And Xander seemed more than willing to do everything she desired, ripping off her shirt, then shredding her bra with his claws. He shoved her higher on the wall and closed his mouth on her tingling nipples, suckling on them. When one of his fangs lightly grazed the stiff peak, she growled and wrapped both arms tightly around him.

Although part of her wanted Xander to pin her to the wall with his hard, muscular body and make her scream for hours on end, there was another part of her that wanted to be the one ripping and tearing clothing, to be the one taking him to the floor and sinking her fangs into him as she climbed on his thick cock and rode him until they both came harder than either of them had ever come.

No, she’d definitely never been into anything remotely this kinky before.

Khaki grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his mouth from her breasts so she could kiss him—hard. She pushed away from the wall with her other hand, trying to wiggle out of his grasp so she could get him on the floor, but it didn’t work. Xander simply put both hands under her ass, picked her up like she weighed nothing, then carried her into the living room. And the most impressive part was that he went back to teasing her nipples as he did it.

The next thing she knew, Xander had her ass planted on the high table behind the couch, knocking a glass vase aside to make room, smashing it to bits on the floor. She’d just bought that vase a few days ago, but she didn’t complain. Something told her that vase wasn’t the only thing in her house that was going to get damaged tonight.

Xander buried both hands in her hair, bringing his mouth up her throat and across her cheek, then kissing her so hard his fangs nicked her lips. That only made her moan louder and kiss him back just as forcefully.

She was so caught up in the kiss that she didn’t realize he’d slid one hand down and unbuttoned her jeans until she felt cool air on her lower belly. She lifted her ass and held on to the table for dear life as Xander yanked off her jeans. They sailed across the room and nearly took out her favorite painting. She briefly wondered if they should dial it down a notch. That silly notion disappeared the moment Xander ripped off her panties and slowly slid his fingers up and down the folds of her very wet pussy.

She couldn’t help but notice that his claws were no longer out. Thank God he had more control than she did.

Khaki gripped the edge of the table and leaned back, watching as he teased her. It didn’t take long before his fingers were moist and glistening. A deep growl rumbled in Xander’s throat and his eyes blazed with fire as the scent of her arousal filled the room. He was in control, but just barely.

At least he was smart enough to stay away from her clit. She was so turned on that even a light touch there probably would have made her explode on the spot. A week of foreplay could do that to a woman.

But soon enough, she found herself growling with frustration. She reached down and grabbed his fingers, pulling them away. “No more teasing.”

Without waiting for a response, she sat up on the table and started working his belt loose. It was harder to undo than it should have been. Her claws were still out and she wasn’t used to working with them. But with a little help from him, she finally had his belt unbuckled and the buttons of his 501s undone.

A moment later she learned two important facts about Xander. For one thing, he didn’t wear underwear. And for another, he had an absolutely perfect cock.

Khaki’s pulse quivered at the sight of his long, hard shaft, trying to imagine how good it was going to feel inside her.

Her hunger only got worse as he kicked off his boots and jeans, standing there in nothing but the shredded remains of his shirt, a light smattering of blood running down his left shoulder from where she’d dug her claws into him. But he didn’t seem bothered by the scratches. She couldn’t bring herself to be too upset either. It was like she’d marked him as her own.

Khaki gazed at him, taking in everything from his beautiful, muscular body to the desire in his eyes to the way a delightfully scrumptious smelling pearl of pre-cum was even now beading up on the tip of his cock.

Conflicting desires warred within her. She wanted to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth right there in her living room. But she also wanted him inside her more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life. It was more than a need for physical pleasure. Something down in the depths of her soul told her she had to be with him, that she wouldn’t be whole until she was.

It was a need that couldn’t be ignored.

“Take me to bed,” she said softly. “Now.”

A sexy grin tipped up the corners of his lips, exposing more of his extended canines. She loved his smile—and those fangs.

“We don’t have to use the bed,” he said. “The back of the couch looks like it might be fun.”

Khaki smiled as she sidled past him. “But the bedroom is where I keep the condoms, so we might as well start there.” She threw a look over her shoulder as she headed in that direction. “We can try out the couch after that. Then the kitchen table.”

* * *

She slowly rolled the condom down Xander’s hard shaft, careful to not nick it with her claws and thanking God she’d remembered to throw the box in with her toiletries when she’d packed up back in Washington. Fortunately, they had half a box of the things. They might put a serious dent in her supply tonight.

Xander was lying flat on his back on her bed, exactly where she’d pushed him when he’d followed her into the room. He played nice while she got the condom in place, but as soon as it was ready, he tried to sit up and take charge.

“Uh-uh.” She put both her clawed hands on his chest and pushed him back down. “You stay right there.”

She let her claws dig in a bit to show him she meant business, but she doubted he even noticed. He probably would have tried to get up if she didn’t stop him by throwing one of her legs across his waist and sitting down on him. He stilled the second the heat of her pussy got close to his cock, the glow in his eyes flaring.

Her gaze locked with his, Khaki deliberately reached down and wrapped her hand around his thick length, lining up the tip with her pussy. She wiggled the head around a little, not trying to tease him, but just making sure he was really wet. Then she slowly took the first inch or two inside her. Xander grabbed her hips with a growl and pulled her down all the way.

Khaki gasped as he filled her. She’d never dreamed having her inside him could feel like this.

She wanted to stay right where she was, with his cock buried deep inside her. But the werewolf in her demanded that she move—urgently. With Xander’s hands guiding her, she leaned forward and lifted herself halfway up, then dropped down hard. Her gasps turned to growls as she rode him. Every time she came down, sparkles of light filled her vision, letting her know that this night was going to be amazing.

Khaki leaned forward even more and pressed her lips to his throat. She licked, nipped, and kissed, loving the way Xander’s grip tightened on her ass.

She was just feeling the first tremors of an approaching orgasm when he suddenly rolled them over so that he was on top. She wrapped her legs around him, threw her head back, and enjoyed the incredible sensations as he slammed into her wildly.

Now it was Xander’s turn to lean forward and lick, nip, and kiss as he pinned her wrists on the pillow beside her head. Not that she was complaining. Everything he did, whether it was with his tongue, fangs, or lips, felt good. Better than good. Xander knew exactly how she needed to be touched before she did. Sometimes his touch was gentle, like when he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and toyed with it. But other times, like when he scraped his sharp fangs along her neck and sank them into her shoulder, she thought she might pass out from the pleasure.

The whole time he pounded into her harder than she thought humanly possible. The slapping sounds of his hips as they smacked into her thighs over and over was the sexiest sound she had ever heard. And the feel of his cock so deep inside her was beyond heavenly.

There was no slow, blissful buildup to orgasm. One moment she was moaning in delight, the next, she was writhing on the bed like a wild animal as her climax ran over her like a truck.

She yanked her wrists out of Xander’s grasp, then reached up to dig her claws in his back, urging him to thrust even harder. He definitely understood what she wanted, and he gave it to her, pumping into her so fiercely she knew she was going to feel it tomorrow. But she couldn’t care less. She’d never had sex this good—this perfect—before. And if that meant she was going to have to soak in an ice bath tomorrow, then so be it.

The longest orgasm of her life was just starting to ebb before Khaki realized that Xander hadn’t come yet. That hardly seemed fair. She clenched her legs around him and squeezed hard, eager to see his face as he came inside her. But clearly Xander wasn’t ready to come yet because he reached back, pulled her legs apart, and flipped her over on her hands and knees so fast she barely realized what he was doing. But then he was sliding back into her from behind, pushing her breasts against the mattress as he yanked her back onto his cock.

As Xander began to move slowly inside her, she felt that pleasurable throb that told her that her body was ready for more. That surprised her. In the past when a man had kept going after she’d already climaxed, she had normally been too tender to handle very much stimulation.

Something told her that wasn’t going to be an issue with Xander. She was already yearning for him to go faster and harder.

Khaki pushed her ass back, trying to let him know. She would have told him, but she wasn’t sure she was capable of coherent speech at the moment.

Xander got the message and started thrusting harder. Maybe it was because she was a werewolf now, but she knew without a doubt that doggie style like this was going to be her favorite position for the rest of her life. The way the tip of his cock thumped into her G-spot with every thrust in this position was driving her insane. She was shredding the blanket and the sheet under it, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. All she could do was hold on and enjoy the ride.

When Xander grabbed her hips tightly with both hands, and started to slam into her so hard it sounded like she was being spanked, she knew he was close to climaxing too.

She threw a look over her shoulder, locking eyes with him. “Come with me.”

His gold eyes swirled, glowing brighter. With something close to a howl, he buried his cock deep inside her one more time and found his release.

Her orgasm this time wasn’t as hard as the first one, but knowing he was coming with her made it even more special.

Xander collapsed forward, pressing her into the bed as he slipped his arms under her and squeezed her tightly. The feel of his warm, ragged breath on her neck was a perfect way to end the best sex of her life. If they fell asleep like this, she’d be one happy woman.

But less than a minute later, Xander pushed himself up, then scooped her into his arms.

“Where are we going?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He grabbed the box of condoms and headed for the living room. “There’s a couch I’m dying to see you bent over, not to mention your kitchen table.”

* * *

“That was amazing,” Khaki murmured softly as she lay there with her head pillowed on Xander’s muscular chest.

Maybe that was the understatement of all understatements, but at that moment, she simply couldn’t put into words exactly what the past few hours with Xander had been like. It was quite possible the right words to describe how good the sex had been with him didn’t exist. Or maybe her vocabulary was so limited right now because she’d just overdosed on pleasure. All those orgasms were why she was still lying in Xander’s arms right there in the middle of her living room floor. Neither of them could summon the energy to get up and go to the bedroom.

There should probably be a law against a man being so good at making a woman scream in pleasure.

“Amazing, huh?” Xander’s voice was a deep rumble. “Yeah, I’d go along with that assessment.”

She pushed herself up on her elbow to gaze down at him. “Why did it take us so long to get to this place?”

Xander grimaced. “I don’t know. I’m sorry I was such a jackass. I thought keeping you at a distance was the right thing to do. I’m your supervisor and you’d just come out of a bad workplace romance. To be honest, the things you made me feel were so powerful, they scared the hell out of me. But I swear, I never intended to hurt you.”

She pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him. “That’s behind us now. It was a tough wall for both of us to get over, but we’re on the other side now and that’s all that matters. If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t exactly know how to deal with the things you were making me feel either.”

Khaki slid her finger off his lips, down his neck, then across his chest and stomach, snuggling against him again. The sex in the bedroom had quite possibly been the best she’d ever had. But then Xander had dragged her out to the living room, reminding her that the night was just getting started. That’s when she’d gotten her first inkling of how much stamina a werewolf possessed. And speaking of werewolf abilities she hadn’t known anything about, it turned out that she had a few herself. One of those happened to be flexibility, as she’d discovered when Xander had bent her over the back of the couch in a few ways that she hadn’t thought were possible. Even now, she shivered when she thought how hard she’d come while he pounded into her from behind. And from the side. And the front. And upside down too, if she remembered right.

Her gaze wandered from the torn couch cushions to the broken chair beside the kitchen table. She didn’t remember how the chair had ended up that way, but she definitely remembered riding Xander while he’d been stretched out across the top of her heavy wood-and-tile dining room table. She’d set a nice, slow pace while he laid back and enjoyed the view. She’d done things to her own body on that table she’d never done in front of another man, and it had been the hottest thing ever. Xander must have thought so too. He’d come so hard he left claw marks in the wood.

But the best part of the night had happened right here on her living room floor. That was where Xander had proved to her that sex didn’t have to be hard and vigorous to be great. Riding comfortably between her thighs with slow, measured thrusts, the climax he’d drawn out of her had been the longest, most powerful thing she’d ever experienced.

As hard as it was to believe, thinking about all that amazing sex was starting to get her hot again. After all the orgasms she’d had, she should have been good for a month. Any other time, she would have been.

But that was before she’d become a werewolf. And before meeting Xander.

Khaki was toying with the notion of wiggling down his perfect body to see what she could do to encourage him into going one more round when something suddenly occurred to her.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“What?” Xander mumbled in a sleepy voice.

She pushed herself up on her elbow again, trying to get a look at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. It was still dark outside, but it had to be getting close to sunrise.

“What’s wrong?” Xander asked.

She bit her lip, turning back to look at him. They’d both made the conscious decision last night to give in to the undeniable attraction that existed between them and sleep together, but that didn’t mean he was ready to throw away his career. Neither was she.

“My car is still at the compound,” she said. “We need to get there before anyone else gets into work, or they’ll know exactly what happened last night.”

“Shit, you’re right. I didn’t even think of that.” He sat up, giving her a hard kiss on the lips. “I blame that completely on you, of course.”

She laughed. “I thought I was pretty good, but thanks for confirming it.”

Khaki stood up and walked into the kitchen to check the clock. Behind her Xander mumbled something incoherent and thumped back down on the floor. “God, Khaki, what did you do to me? I’m so tired I can’t even stand up.”

Her eyes went wide when she saw the time. She knew they’d been going at it for a while, but four hours?

“Well, you better get it together,” she called to Xander. “It’s already four fifteen. If we’re going to beat everyone else in, we need to be at the compound in an hour.”

She turned and went back into the living room to find Xander still lying where she’d left him. He looked so damn yummy, it almost made her resolve crumble. And the scent he was putting off? In-freaking-credible. If they’d had the time, she would have been over there rubbing up against him like a puppy.

He opened his eyes and looked at her sharply. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop smelling like you’re thinking about walking over here and eating me. If you actually want us to make it to work on time, that is.”

She already knew Xander could smell her arousal, but she didn’t realize her body transmitted her desires so immediately. She was going to have to remember that.

Khaki took a deep breath and tried to think of something else besides jumping Xander’s bones. The only thing that kept popping into her head was the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Her Ghostbusters memory must have worked because Xander’s eyes went back to their usual brown.

“We need to shower,” he said as he got to his feet. “And I mean really shower. We have to get our scents off each other or every guy on the team is going to know what we’ve been up to.”

She hadn’t even thought of that. “Do you think showering will help? Is it crazy to think we can hide the fact that we’re sleeping together from a pack of werewolves who can smell the slightest trace of scent? What if we slip up and forget to wash behind our ears?”

“It’s worse than that,” he said. “There are a couple guys on the team—especially Gage and Mike—who are walking lie-detector machines. They can pick up on stress responses, changes in breathing patterns, elevated heart rates, the whole bag of donuts. We’ll have to be careful what we say when we talk about each other and what we tell them to cover ourselves when we’re together, or they’ll catch us that way too.”

Crap. She wasn’t a very good liar. She ran a hand through her hair. “It is crazy to try this.”

Xander put his arms around her, resting his cheek against her hair. “Probably, but I can’t see any other way short of us walking away from the Pack. Or each other.”

Khaki didn’t answer. She wanted to be in the Pack and on the SWAT team more than anything. She’d worked hard to get here, and she wasn’t ready to give it up.

But at the same time, she wanted Xander too—with an intensity she knew it would be impossible to ignore. Openly declaring their relationship to the Pack wasn’t a possibility, not if they hoped to keep working together.

Xander was right. They’d have to try and keep their relationship secret. It might be impossible and was likely going to blow up in their faces, but they didn’t have a choice.

She went up on tiptoe and kissed him. “I’m not walking away from anything.”

He smiled down at her. “Good. Then let’s get cleaned up.”