Chapter 7
JESS
“Hey. Did I wake you? You said you’d come back to the hospital tonight. When you didn’t show, I figured I should check on you.”
“Did something happen?” I unhooked the screen door and he took it as an invitation. In he came, crowding me back into the front hall.
“No. He’s doing okay. Mostly sleeping. Jake says he has some fever, but he’s not worse.”
I knew that from my call to the hospital, but I was glad to hear it. I’d panicked for a second when I’d seen him, afraid he’d come to break more bad news to me.
He followed me into the living room and sprawled on the leather couch. He seemed right at home in the place. I guess he’d been here many times before to visit Grandpa.
I knew they were friends and all, but wasn’t he carrying this bromance thing a little far? Coming to check on me? That wasn’t much of an excuse for dropping in at this time of night.
My grandfather hadn’t stopped talking about Cade. He’d told me several rambling stories about him while lying in his hospital bed. I’d heard what a good companion he was—he took Grandpa fishing. What a loyal friend—he lent Grandpa money. What an entertaining raconteur—he knew a lot of dirty jokes. What a prodigious intellect—he beat Grandpa at chess. What an all-around stand-up guy.
But from what I’d gathered over the past couple of days, it sounded as though Derringer had been as casual about the cancer as Grandpa. He must have known he was sick, but it hadn't stopped Cade from dragging my grandfather out fly-fishing in the early hours of the morning.
"Fishing is good therapy," Grandpa had told me yesterday. “I need to get out of this damn hospital so I can pull on my waders and get out in a fast-flowing stream again. I’ll fish with Cade. That’ll fix me up a whole lot better than these damn needles. Or maybe we should go hunting. Cade is a crack shot with a rifle.”
Given how much I hated hunting, Derringer’s skill with firearms was hardly likely to endear him to me. "Sounds like Cade Derringer has even less sense than you,” I’d said. “You need to rest and get better, Grandpa.''
"I feel fine when I'm with him. Cade's a good man. How are you two getting on? He’s a great guy, isn't he? You be nice to him, OK?”
Was he matchmaking? No way I was having any of that. If I’d wanted to be paired up with a man my relatives thought was right for me, I’d have stayed in Scotland. I’d thought Montana would be a refuge from that kind of romantic interference.
Besides, a freak like me with an ordinary shifter? That would never work.
If Grandpa hadn’t been lying in a hospital bed he might never get up from, I’d have put him straight.
Anyway, I didn't even like Cade. He’d spent his teenage years drinking, joyriding, fucking every female in town, and generally raising hell. Good for him for straightening himself out enough to take over leadership of the pack, but I doubted that the improvements in his behavior carried over to his sex life. With that big, handsome body and that insolent masculine grace, he probably used his cock a lot harder than he used his brain.
On the other hand, Cam’s words slammed back into me: Go fuck some guy.
A guy had conveniently turned up on my doorstep. A mouth-watering, thong-melting, rugged hunk of a guy.
I wouldn't ever want a relationship with a man like Cade, but that didn’t mean I couldn't enjoy a quick one-night stand.
If I offered, I doubted he’d refuse. You didn't get to be pack alpha without having some mad skills with females. It was kind of a job requirement. So how bad could it be?
And just like that, I made up my mind.
“I don’t know why you’re here, but since you are, there’s something you can do for me.”
He gave a quizzical shrug. “Sure. What do you need?”
I let my gaze drift down over his body. He was wearing tight jeans that did little to disguise that he was packing large. My core tightened at the thought of it. Damn, how long had it been? Too damn long!
“I need an orgasm.”
His eyes gleamed and he started to laugh. I hadn’t expected the laugh, but it was a good one—husky and pleasant. Not nasty at all. I like a man who can laugh. My cousin Cam was darkly serious all the time.
“Yeah? That’d be my pleasure. Is this a one-way thing you’re proposing or do I get to come, too?”
“I’ll return the favor of course, but this is strictly one night only. I need some stress relief. That’s all it is. I was going to pull out my vibrator, but here you are.”
He grimaced, but his eyes still looked amused. “Not the best offer I’ve ever had, but I’ll take it. On one condition.”
It figured there would be a condition. As the alpha, he was probably used to initiating these things, but I’d made the first move. “What’s your condition?”
“Simple—you obey me.”
“Obey you? As in…?”
“As in you do everything I tell you to do. Sexually.”
I must have hesitated, but in truth, his words caused another curl of excitement deep down in the pit of my belly.
“Nothing too weird,” he added, grinning at me. “Just give up control and leave everything to me. I’ll take good care of you. You’ll get your orgasm, but you’ll get it my way.”
“I’m not in any mood to play games. I just want…I need—”
“I know what you need,” he said, exuding confidence. “And I think it's cool that you don't hesitate to ask for it.” He leaned back and stretched out his legs. “I want to see you naked again. Or should I say skyclad?”
He winked at me as he drawled the word. I rolled my eyes. Jerk.
“So start stripping.”
Whatever. I could do that. I gave a little nod and shed my clothes, not even bothering to do it seductively. He'd seen me naked before anyway.
Still, his hot eyes studying each part of me wound me up even higher. At least I wasn’t ashamed of my body. I was a few pounds overweight, but I’d never yet met a man who minded my generous boobs and curvy hips.
He crooked his fingers and beckoned me. "Very nice. Come closer."
I put some swing into my hips as I approached him. When I got within touching distance, he put up his hand to stop me. I obeyed, since he seemed to want it that way.
He stood up. He was tall; he towered over me. He reached out to caress my breasts. Slow and calculated. No hurry. Damn him for that. I wanted swift and sure with no time to think. I'd figured him for the hungry cock type who would seize what he wanted and get on with it. Probably selfish as all hell, but he'd make sure I got the orgasm I needed because seeing me come for him would be a sop to his ego.
He ran his index finger over my nipple. When it turned button-hard, he did the same to the other breast. Then he took his hands away so I was left with two tingling nubs that were telegraphing wild quivers to my crotch. He fisted my hair, which is too damn long. He got a real good handful of it and jerked my face to his. He kissed me roughly.
I dug my fingers into the sweet muscles on his back and returned the kiss. I moved closer and pressed my pelvis against his. His cock was massive. He was ready to rock.
So was I. I rolled my hips against his. His breath huffed out of him. The flat of his free hand came down hard on my ass. Ow! He squeezed.
“Get down on your knees.”
I dropped to the floor. No hesitation.
“Take me out.”
I unbuckled his smooth leather belt, my pussy tightening as I wondered if he would find a use for that. It only took a second to undo his jeans. His dick was practically busting out of them. I liked the look of it—thick and hard and long.
He let go of my hair and dropped that hand to his own cock, which he stroked for a moment. He ran his middle finger over the tip and then put that finger to my mouth. I sucked it in, tasting him. It made me hungrier. He pulled my hair again, forcing my head back. His eyes glittered into mine as he finger-fucked my mouth, holding my chin still with his thumb. So hot! My pussy was already clenching in mini-spasms.
He withdrew his hand and nodded toward his dick, which was twitching a couple of inches from my face. “Blow me. Do it nicely and I’ll let you come.”
He was crazy turning me on. I hadn’t really gotten the dominant/submissive vibe from him before this. His alpha temperament was clear, but it was more the confident, natural leader thing than the arrogant kowtow-to-me sort of thing.
What he was doing now felt more like a sex game than like his everyday personality. If so, that worked for me. I hated the thought of actually being dominated by some male. But in a sexual context, it was thrilling.
I sucked on his cock the way I had just sucked on his finger—drawing him in slowly and swirling my tongue as I hollowed my cheeks. He let me go at my own pace at first, for which I was grateful, because he filled me up. I was afraid I might gag if he pushed me too hard, and I didn’t want to show that kind of weakness. Showing any weakness is something I learned at a young age never to do.
He moved in closer until his hips were jammed up against my face. He held my head again with one hand, pulling on my hair a bit. He was still mostly dressed and I was naked. He was standing and I was on my knees. Now he shoved harder into my mouth, tilting my head back so my throat was elongated. I felt his knuckles brush my bare neck.
“I could get used to this, babe.”
Yeah, well don’t. I couldn’t say it, obviously. Find someone to fuck, Cam had said. That’s all this was.
I started fondling his balls, hoping to bring him off faster. I tongued the rim of his dick every time he pulled back. I sucked hard on the shaft. I caressed him with all the skill I possessed, but he maintained the same steady rhythm, making me feel every inch.
“Your mouth is amazing. Bet your pussy’s even hotter. Bet your muscles down there can clench me tight while I fuck the daylights out of you. I want you on your back, squirming. I want you begging for my cock. I want you desperate, girl.”
I pulled my mouth off him and looked up. “You want a lot, alpha. Maybe I’ll kick you out and go for the electric boyfriend option, after all.”
He started to laugh. His merry laugh swept the tension away. I felt my own face cracking a smile. Damn.
He had blue eyes—a vivid cornflower blue—and around the edges were tiny lines that suggested he laughed a lot. I felt a wave of—I don’t know—liking for him? An alpha had to have some people skills along with the leadership potential. I think I saw that in him now for the first time.
He bent over, scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me to the sofa, where he laid me down. Pressing me back against the cool leather cushions, he parted my legs and dropped to his knees between them. He kissed the insides of my thighs, moving up toward my crotch. I could hear my breathing turn to panting.
His fingers found me. He explored. “So hot, so wet.” A finger slid inside me. His thumb discovered my clit and brushed it gently. A little harder. Then rhythmically, driving me crazy. My ass came off the sofa as my spine arched.
“That’s good, ah wow, that’s really good.”
“I need to taste you.”
Who was I to deny him?
“Spread a little wider, hon. I love to see that pussy, sweet and melting, all ready for me.”
I parted my legs even more, hooking one foot up over the back of the sofa. The feel of the leather cushions under me was a further turn-on. I was spread out nude and licentious as a porn star, lying on leather with a gorgeous man I hardly knew poised between my thighs.
“Show me your tits.”
I giggled. “They’re right there; can’t you see them?”
He lowered his head and nipped my inner thighs. Punishment?
“Hold them for me. Present them to my lustful gaze.” He was laughing a bit, too. “And pinch your nipples for me while I do this.” His tongue swiped across my clit, making me jerk and moan. “Imagine there’s a taut line between your nips and your clit. Imagine I’m tugging on it while I suck on you.”
Holy shit. He was going to sex talk me into a climax. I cupped my breasts and obeyed his instructions. As I started squeezing the wildly sensitive tips of my breasts, his tongue stroked over my slit and slowly pushed its way inside. His tongue was big. He was a wolf shifter and it seemed to me now that he had a wolf’s large and agile tongue.
“Ride my tongue.”
I didn’t need commands on how to do that. I was so damn excited my limbs were thrashing. He had to hold me down with one hand while he used the other to stimulate my clit as he fucked me with his tongue.
I lost all self-consciousness, all awareness of anything except the need to climb this mountain and throw myself off the top. My fears for Grandpa, my anxieties over my own sleep walking or sleep shifting or whatever it was, my past in Scotland, all of it disappeared. There was just the primal me and this wild, handsome alpha wolf who lapped me into the joyful here and now.
I came hard. The noises issuing from my throat weren’t even recognizable to me. I felt as if I’d shifted into my wolfish self, seizing pleasure with my wolfish mate, all caught up in his lovely smell and taste and strength and dominance.
He was kissing my mouth, quite tenderly, when I regained some awareness of where I was and what I was doing.
“You’re beautiful, Jess,” he murmured when my eyes popped open to see his face suspended just above mine. “I could watch you climax all night long.”
Mmm. That sounded fine to me.
But it didn’t happen that way. Just as I started tugging at his shirt to get him as bare as I was, a cell phone started ringing. I wasn’t sure if it was his or mine, but it jerked me right out of the warm, fuzzy place where my mind had gone.
Grandpa? I sat up in a panic.