Chapter Seven

 

Colt didn't give her time to think of anything but him. Arms wrapped around her waist, he pulled her flush with his body and told her exactly what he was feeling with his lips. It was a language he'd never spoken before but luckily, she was fluent. Her hands slid into his hair as she nestled closer. Lips parted, she sucked his tongue inside. The warm heat sent a jolt of sensation straight to his cock.

This was what he'd been missing. Not just the kissing, but her. Robin's scent filled his lungs and he trailed his lips down her throat, seeking out every pleasure point. Her arousal thickened the air, chasing away the hints of tomato and basil. She was such a natural fit against him, the other half of his puzzle.

He'd known it then.

“I'm the luckiest bastard alive,” he murmured, licking the skin beneath her right ear.

She shivered against him and he heard her heartbeat accelerate. Eager for a similar response, he trailed small, soft kisses down the side of her neck and then nibbled on the tendon where her shoulder and throat met.

A full body shudder brought her delicious body even closer.

The wolf wanted out. He wanted to lick her all over, starting with her pinky toes. He wanted to get to know every single inch. Tonight, he promised the wolf. They would make her theirs tonight, become intimately familiar with her.

The beast eased back a fraction and Colt ripped his shirt over his head before starting on hers.

“Need you naked,” he said, losing the ability of coherent speech.

Waited too long for this, he sent the thought and delighted in her soft laughter.

Why didn't she scold him for taking so long to come to his senses?

So make up for lost time.

He felt her hands move between them and realized what she was about. A second later his pants gave.

“That's my girl,” he praised, shoving them to the floor.

As he stepped out of them, he maneuvered them toward the ladder/stairs that accessed to the loft and his bed.

“Am I?” she murmured, in between kisses to his chest. Just as he remembered, she wasn't a silent or stoic lover. Her hands were thorough participants, touching everywhere they could. They tangled in his hair just long enough to pull his mouth back to hers and then they were on the move again. Feather light touches teased his nipples. He sucked in a breath and backed her up until she was trapped.

Not the least bit startled or concerned, she sank back against the stairs and reached for his cock.

“Robin,” he groaned.

“Yes?”

“You're absolutely mine.”

The joyful look she sent up to him stole his breath. Her eyes were soft, her smile pleased, everything about her open and engaged. In that moment he knew he'd do anything to make her happy, to please her. She was a sunbeam on a foggy day, warming him through and through.

“Is that right?” she said, almost coy.

“Mmm huh.” He teased her nipples through the fabric of her pale blue bra. She inhaled sharply and tipped her head back.

He took immediate advantage, moving in to taste her throat. Hands moving behind her, he undid the clasp and made quick work of removing her bra. Colt didn't understand those contraptions, preferred his woman all natural.

“Need you,” he said before closing his lips over a nipple.

Her intake of air was sharper this time and she moaned so loudly he thought for sure the rest of the pack would hear. He didn't care; let them know he was pleasuring his woman.

Her hands locked over his shoulders and she rubbed her hips against his. He slipped his hands inside her pants and pushed them down. The moment they hit the floor her legs tangled with his as she tried to step out of them. Her eagerness thrilled him.

Needing to feel her soft heat wrapped around his cock again, he let her nipple pop from his mouth and lifted her straight up. Her pants fell free of her ankles and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pinning his cock between them. All semblance of control snapped and he scrambled up two stairs before they were kissing again.

One hand braced against the stairs, the other cupped her ass.

“Hurry,” she murmured, so soft and breathless he nearly came right then.

But it was the gyration of her hips that made him trip. He caught them before they could fall and she slipped down his body several inches. Enough to line his cock up with her entrance if she leaned back just a little.

She must have read his mind because she relaxed her grip until her elbows were braced on the stairs and her slickness coated the head of his dick.

“Now, wolf. Bed later.”

She seemed to be having as much trouble forming sentences as he was. Damn, he adored her. Judging by the pinkness in her cheeks the feeling was entirely mutual. He paused just long enough to take her in, each curve, the weight of her breasts, the shadow of her belly button and that gorgeous hair swirling around her shoulders. But it was her eyes that beckoned and held him prisoner. As far as he was concerned, she could throw away the key.

Taking himself in hand, he ran the crown through her lower lips.

“Mmm...”

“Are you wet for me?” he asked, already knowing the answer. He could smell her sweet honey filling the air. And she was soaking him as he continued the smooth glide. 

“Yes,” she said, sounding oh-so-desperate.

That made two of them. Why had he waited ten years for this?

“Later, I'm going to lick you from head to toe, but right now—”

“Colt!” Her shout of frustration echoed through the cabin an instant before she tightened her legs, pulling him inside.

Growling, he drove home, seating himself fully. He had to pause as he bottomed out. She was tighter than he remembered and her heat and wetness went straight to his head.

Fuck.

He ground his back teeth together and forced the wolf back. He wanted to bite her, claim her, take her fully.

“Make me come,” she whispered. No, that was more of a pleading.

He couldn't deny her. Her lips were rounded in a soft O and her lashes fluttered. She was completely irresistible.

Wrapped in her arms, cradled by her legs, he lost all sense of time and place until all that was left was the pleasure and sensation. Being joined with her was better than he'd ever experienced and he wouldn't mind staying just like this. Except it had to be terribly uncomfortable, braced against what was essentially a ladder.

Next time the bed, he promised as he pulled his hips back.

Her core tightened, as if she didn't want him to leave. One hand beneath her ass, the other gripping the stairs, he tunneled back inside. Amazing. Home.

In and out, over and over he returned home, driving them both up the crest of passion.

Her eyes stayed locked with his and her breasts bounced with each thrust.

“Faster,” she urged.

It was as if she was echoing his thoughts. He was more than happy to give her what she wanted. 

 

Robin threw her head back when Colt shifted his stance. The blunt tip of his cock rubbed the front wall of her pussy, setting off an explosion of sensation. It was small at first, then another thrust sent her spiraling faster until her breath caught and she was in danger of blowing apart. 

Her breath came out in short, ragged pants. The stairs dug into her back, bruised her elbows but she didn't care. Right now the only thing that mattered was the gorgeous man sliding between her thighs. Did he realize how she'd longed to know his possession again?

She'd daydreamed about him for years, relived the moments in his arms. But this was something more. Fast, furious, a mating if there ever was one. She didn't know where she ended and he began.

The quivering inside intensified and she tightened her core muscles, gripping his cock like a vice. He groaned and dropped his head against the side of her neck.

“You'll be the death of me, woman.”

Then they could die together because she was pretty sure the orgasm gathering strength would blow the top of her head off. He flicked her nipple with a finger and she contracted around him. Another groan rumbled through him and he latched onto the delicate skin over her artery.

The sucking sensation sent her straight over the edge. Her eyelids slammed shut as a tidal wave of pleasure swept through her. From the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes, every inch of her tightened viciously.

Moaning her pleasure she fought to keep herself steady. Colt adjusted his stance again, holding her weight as she clung to him.

The waves continued and he thrust gently, a slow rhythm that set off round after round of aftershocks. She felt her juices running down her skin. The sensation was deliciously naughty. He'd taken her to a height she's never imagined.

“My turn gorgeous. Think you can stand?”

“After that?” She moaned. “I'll sure as hell try.”

Mostly because after all those orgasms he deserved a doozy himself but a greedy part of her wanted another.

She unlocked her legs from his hips and slowly lowered them to the floor. Blood rushed back in, making her toes tingle and she stood carefully. He was right there, big, slightly sweaty male, arms around her. She loved that he couldn't stop himself from touching her. His cock bobbed between them and she stared down, fascinated with the way her juices coated him so thoroughly.

With a hand at her hip, he turned her and she grabbed ahold of the stairs again. They were so vertical it might as well have been a ladder.

“Step up, baby.”

She did as he instructed and climbed the stairs until he stopped her. “Right there.”

His hands coasted over her ass, around her hips, then up her sides. He trailed kisses up her spine and she almost lost her footing.

“Hold tight, baby. Don't want you to fall.”

He massaged the tips of her breasts as he pressed against her back. Doped up on orgasms she couldn't stop the sounds tumbling from her lips. Moan after moan escaped as he nipped her shoulder blade and then nuzzled into her hair.

Where did he get so much patience? He'd turned her into a wanton. She rubbed her ass against his cock and was rewarded with a deep growl.

“That sets my wolf on edge,” he all but hissed.

“You'll have to introduce us later,” she murmured, still gyrating against him.

“With pleasure.” His voice was deeper, less recognizable and she knew that the beast was fighting the man at her back. She shivered at the power that rippled through him and sent sensations through her nipples. Even though he wore confidence like a badge, it seeped into her. Made her feel immortal, like their connection would never end.

He slipped a palm down her belly and cupped her mound. A thick finger tapped her clit and her hips jerked back. Colt pressed forward, his cock burrowing into her.

Obviously ready for his own release he tipped her pelvis just so and thrust home. They groaned together.

“Better than I remember,” he uttered and pressed his lips against her shoulder.

She couldn't form words as he pounded into her, leaving her weak kneed and breathless. Her fingernails dug into the wooden stairs and she bit her lower lip, but that didn't stop the throaty moans every time he bottomed out.

His finger circled her clit again and she bore down on his cock. He growled deep in his throat, reminding her just who and what he was.

He sped up his motions and she took flight again. A sharp pain pricked the back of her neck as a growl erupted through the cabin. He came hard, body tightening even as his finger continued to draw wave after wave of pleasure from her.

The werewolf was talented with his hands; she'd give him that, she thought resting her forehead against a step.

After several moments of heart racing, ragged breathing, twitching bliss he pulled out. But rather than let go, he pulled her back and they collapsed into a heap on the floor, thoroughly sated.