Chapter 2
Abraham tossed me onto his massive bed, following swiftly behind me on his knees. He braced both hands on either side of my head, water dripping off his hair as he dipped low, capturing my lips with his.
The kiss was ferocious, his mouth tasting like his spearmint toothpaste and me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him closer, needing him just as badly. He crawled closer until his hips settled between mine, but just far enough away that he was out of reach.
“Abe,” I breathed when he’d left my lips for the tender flesh of my neck. “I need you.”
He bit hard, making me gasp before swiping his tongue over the abused skin, taking away the sting. Pulling away from me, he stared down, his blue eyes so bright. “Are you sure?”
I nodded my head frantically.
“Because if we do this, there’s no going back. If I have you, I’m never letting you go. Do you understand that?”
His words scared and thrilled me simultaneously. Possessiveness radiated off him in huge waves that warmed me. Something deep inside bubbled to the surface.
A longing.
A need.
A desire to be his, and only his.
To make him irrevocably mine.
My feelings for him before the shift paled in comparison to what I felt now. He’d said our connection would be much stronger once I was a full werewolf, and he was right.
But, there was still a lifetime of abandonment and solitude to contend with. Decades of sealing myself off and denying entry to anything that could make me feel anything less than complete control.
Because I knew what Abraham wanted from me.
He wanted it all.
And I wasn’t sure I could give it to him.
At the same time, I knew if I could give it to anyone, it would be him. There’d be no one else for me besides this man. If I couldn’t completely submit to my feelings for him, there’d be no way I could do it for anyone else.
He was it for me.
I’d sink, or I’d swim.
But, not all of that needed to be figured out tonight. He was only asking if I could give my body to him, not my heart. And that answer was simple.
“Yes, I understand,” I breathed.
His eyes darkened as he grasped himself in his big hand. I watched the way he stroked, completely transfixed. He leaned forward and touched me with the tip, so lightly, but enough to send a shot of adrenaline and lust through my system.
He left his blazing hot erection against my slit and leaned forward until his lips grazed mine. “Tell me you’re mine, El.”
“I’m yours.”
He smirked, seemingly satisfied with that answer, but I wasn’t done.
“Tell me that you’re mine,” I demanded. I was feeling just as possessive of him as he was of me.
Shock lit up his dark blue eyes. They lightened with a sincerity that made my heart pound harder. “I’m yours, El. Always have been.”
My heart expanded in my chest, swelling until it felt like it filled me entirely. I wrapped my arms around his neck again and kissed him. I hoped that my lips told him all the things I couldn't bring myself to say out loud yet.
He began rotating his hips, dragging himself through my wet folds in a torturous dance. He abruptly broke away from my mouth and moved to get off me.
“Where are you going?” I demanded.
He chuckled. “I need to get a condom.”
“Oh.” Then, “Can werewolves get STD’s?”
He chuckled again. “No. We can’t.”
I grabbed his arm before he could get off the bed. “Then skip it. I have an IUD.”
His eyes heated until the blue depths were like molten lava. “Are you sure?” His voice was rough and deep.
I nodded, past the point of being able to put sentences together coherently. Abraham crawled back between my legs and lined himself up with my center. His eyes met mine again as he slowly pressed forward, sinking his hard length into me, one delicious inch at a time.
His muscles strained, the veins in his neck standing out in sharp contrast against his tan skin. Small drops of sweat dotted his forehead as he pushed harder, slowly and steadily. He stretched me further than I’d ever been stretched before, and still it wasn’t enough.
I made an impatient sound in the back of my throat and his eyes widened slightly. “You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he whispered. “So wet,” he went on, “So perfect.”
Finally, with one last push he was fully inside me, and he paused, allowing my body time to adjust to his girth. After a few moments, I rocked my hips against his. He groaned and pulled back before pushing forward again. This small motion steadily turned into something greater, and more powerful as I dug my heels into him.
“Harder,” I demanded through gritted teeth, and Abraham delivered. His hips met mine over and over again as my body clenched around his.
He grabbed my waist and rolled us over until I was above him. We reached new depths with this position, and I moaned.
His large hands found my breasts, and he massaged them both, pinching and twisting my nipples as I rode him. My tempo started slow, but soon I was bucking against him, racing toward my relief and his.
“El,” he groaned as I leaned back, resting my hands on his thick thighs and allowing him to enter me from a new angle. He abandoned my breasts in favor of wrapping his big hands around my hips and holding me still while he thrust deeper.
My eyes rolled back, and my mouth hung open as I lost the control I’d had and deferred to him. With another lighting quick move, he had us flipped over again with him on top. He lifted my legs and held them tightly with his rough hands while he continued to pound into me. His hands were tight, and I knew I’d have bruises on my thighs shaped like his fingertips, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the impossibly high mountain he was driving me toward, and the cliff I knew he’d push me from.
“Abe,” I moaned. I didn’t know what I wanted to say, but it seemed there was something important I needed to tell him. Something he needed to know.
“Are you close, baby?” he grunted, and I nodded frantically in return, biting my lip as the waves of pleasure licked at my shores. “Come for me, El. I wanna’ feel you.”
His words were like a match that lit my fuse, and I detonated around him. The inferno inside me raged out of control ravaging, destroying, devastating me with its fiery beauty.
Through the haze of my own powerful orgasm, Abraham picked up his pace as he raced toward his own relief. He thrust into me once, twice more before his body shook with his own release.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
He fell forward, burying his head in the crook of my neck, and breathing me in deeply. I wrapped my arms around his bare shoulders and held him while we both floated down from the high we’d been riding.
Abraham lifted his head and met my eyes–his were that clear cerulean that speared right through me. His gaze traveled around my face, pausing on my lips and then meeting my eyes again. He stared at me, his blue depths so full of something I was afraid to name. Something I wasn’t ready to face yet.
“El, I–” he broke off abruptly and looked away. I had to wonder what it was he’d seen in my wide eyes that had given him pause. He turned to me again and placed a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose. “That was the most amazing experience of my life.”
I gulped.
This man.
He was going to ruin me. I just knew it.
All my careful plans and the lonely future I had laid out before me was slowly crumbling around us. As I stared into his eyes that were every shade of blue, I knew I was in trouble.
Because Abraham McCoy wouldn’t just be satisfied with my mind and my body. He would keep pushing and pulling until he had my heart too.
“It was for me too,” I whispered.
He stared at me for another long moment, decoding things in my eyes that I wasn’t sure I wanted him to know before he rolled us over, and pulled me onto his chest.
I lay there draped across him while his rough fingers traced lazy patterns against my rib cage. I was so comfortable. So warm and sated that it wasn’t long before I drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke again, I found Abraham lying next to me with his head in his hand, watching me. He smiled softly, and my lips curled in response. I snuggled closer and placed a kiss on his chest.
“You watchin’ me sleep?” I croaked.
He hummed deep in his chest. “I can’t help it. I can’t keep my eyes off you.”
My whole body flushed in pleasure, and I tipped my head back to meet his heated gaze. There were secrets and promises in his eyes that made my belly tighten and my heart race.
“You’re pretty easy on the eyes too, McCoy.” My lame attempt to lighten the mood worked and Abraham’s lips tilted into a smirk.
“Is that so?”
I made a show of checking out everything he had on display and forced an unimpressed look on my face. “Yeah, you’re all right.”
He growled and yanked me closer, pulling me underneath him. His lips found my nipple, and I gasped. “Just all right?”
I wiggled beneath him. “Okay, you’re above average.”
He scoffed and nipped at my pebbled breast. “I’ll show you above average.”
Abraham liked a challenge, and I was more than willing to be the recipient of his efforts.
I watched between heavy-lidded eyes, as he sucked and licked the hardened peak. I smirked down at him and ran my hands through his thick, dark hair. “Ready for round two?”
His eyes opened and watched me while he continued to torture my nipple with his skillful mouth. “I’m always ready for you.”
“I’ll have to remember that.”
He reached down between my legs and found me wet and ready for him. He shifted until he was at my center before thrusting once, hard and deep into me, making me groan and snap my head back. My nails scraped at his broad back while he rocked me into another earth-shattering orgasm that left me panting against his slick skin. Moments later, he roared his release and collapsed into my arms, once again sated.
This time, instead of drifting off to sleep, he picked me up and carried me into the shower.
“Isn’t this what got us into trouble in the first place?” I arched a brow.
Abraham scoffed. “You call it trouble, I call it paradise.” I rolled my eyes at his cheeky grin, and he pulled me against his hard chest. “Besides, I’m not going to ravage you again. I don’t want to hurt you, and you’re probably pretty sore by now.” His eyes were wide, and sincere, and so blue.
He soaped up his sponge and began running its scratchy surface along my shoulder blades. I sighed. “You’re right. I am a little sore.”
He smiled softly and continued to wash me until I was clean, and it was my turn with the sponge. Abraham, though, was not as well-behaved as I had been. His wandering hands dipped between my legs as I washed him, and before I was done, he’d brought me to another orgasm.
When we were finally clean again, Abraham grabbed a large, fluffy towel and carefully patted my skin dry. The tenderness and care he took with me made something deep inside swell until it felt like my body wasn’t big enough to contain it. I stuffed it down further, promising myself I’d analyze it later. Much later.
When we were both dry, Abraham rifled through his drawers until he found a pair of boxer shorts and an old t-shirt that were smaller than anything else he owned. I slid his clothes on, surreptitiously smelling them when I thought he wasn’t looking. Unfortunately, I’m pretty bad at being sneaky. And Abraham’s eyes never left me.
I was making my way toward his bedroom door when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, caging me. “Were you just sniffing my clothes?” he asked against my neck.
My jaw dropped in shock. “No! What are you talking about?”
The stubble on his face scraped against my skin as he shook his head. “I saw you sniff my shirt. Admit it.”
“I admit nothing.”
He sighed dramatically. “Then I’m just going to have to force it out of you.”
I laughed. “Oh?” I turned to look at him out of the corner of my eye. “And how do you think you’re going to do that?”
One of his hands that had been gripping my waist slowly slid down the front of me. My attention was suddenly on that wandering hand as it slipped further down my body.
“I’ve noticed something about you, El.”
I gulped. “What’s that?” I breathed.
He pulled up my long t-shirt and flattened his hand against my bare stomach. I clenched the muscles tightly as he moved further down. “I’ve noticed you’re much more agreeable when I’m touching you.” His hand dipped beneath the boxers I wore. “Like this,” he whispered in my ear, sending a violent shiver down my spine.
His rough palm traveled further down the length of me until his thick fingers found my slit. He rubbed a single digit along the length before cupping me in his hand.
I gasped from the sensation and pressed my back into his chest. His hand tightened around me, and I whimpered.
What was this man doing to me?
Suddenly, the doorknob in front of us turned, freezing both of us in place.