A Handful of Wolf (8 page)

*

Megan gazed up at the faded clapboard house. Sasha lived on a quiet street just a ten minute walk from the center of the city, in an area of town she’d always liked. “Thorndon has such a lovely village-feel, don’t you think?” Okay, she was making stupid small-talk. Would he guess she was nervous? From the way Sasha caught her hand and guided her up a narrow set of steps, perhaps not. He fished a key from underneath a stone, unlocked the door and ushered her into a dusty hallway, closing the door behind her.

Before she could say anything, he’d picked her up and carried her into a bedroom. Standing in the open doorway, he bent his head, stole a kiss and then grinned at her. “Carrying my gorgeous wife-to-be over the threshold. That’s right, isn’t it?”

He completely disarmed her. “You should stop calling me that. People might get the wrong idea.” She tried to sound severe, but being held like this, clinging to him and so very close, it was all doing strange things to her insides.

His eyes were gleaming again. “Hmm, I might
like
the sound of it.”
Kiss
. “I might lure you to my house,”
kiss
, “tempt you with my mother’s recipe collection,”
kiss
, “and persuade you to make an honest man of me.”

Megan had to laugh. He couldn’t possibly be serious. Next thing, he dropped backward with her still in his arms. She squealed and clung tighter, gasping for breath as he bounced on the bed with her on top. She freed her arms and placed her hands either side of his head, kneeling over him. The laughter died in her throat at the intensity on his face. “Megan,
Cariad
, you’re sure about this?”

“
Cariad
,” she whispered back. “That’s Welsh. What does it mean?”

“The most beautiful girl in the world.”

She knew it was a line, but she didn’t care. She’d wanted Sasha from that first kiss and she didn’t want to waste a minute. Sitting up, she wriggled to free the dress and then tugged it over her head, before dropping it at the end of the bed. She was glad she’d picked her lingerie with such care. The way Sasha’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, she figured yeah, it had been worth it.

*

Megan ran her hands over the cups of the bra, pushing her breasts together. The coffee colored silk and lace suited her pale skin and little pearls caught the light and made it all shimmer. Her panties matched, what there was of them. Sasha was dumbstruck. Two tiny triangles of coffee silk were held together by lacy ribbons across her hips. One pull from his fingers and they’d come off.
Jesus
. For the first time in his life, he feared he’d come in his pants. He sucked in a breath, transfixed by the goddess before him.

“You’re killin’ me here,
Cariad
.” He needed bare skin. He was totally overdressed. The T-shirt went first, hauled over his head, but he hesitated before unfastening his jeans.
Slow it down, Sash. Treat her nicely, not like a booty call.

“Do you have condoms?”

“Yeah.” He breathed quickly through his nose, his wolf rolling in her scent. Caramel and spice…and arousal. Her nipples jutted and he saw a damp stain on her panties. She was beyond hot.
Condoms, yeah
. “In the drawer.” He hoped she’d take the hint and lean over him to get them.

Sasha grabbed a pillow and stuffed it behind his back, so that he was more upright, then when Megan moved across him, he closed his mouth around her breast. He sucked hard through the delicate fabric of the bra and felt her stiffen, her back arching. “Sasha,” she gasped. He cupped her with one hand and stroked the other down her back, finding soft, velvety skin. He could feel her hands flailing for the drawer and decided to hold her a little longer. It took just moments to unfasten the bra and slide the straps down her arms. He released her just long enough to move the sodden bra and see her naked breasts.

Rose pink nipples stood proud and swollen against the creamy globes. They were almost too pretty to touch, but he couldn’t resist. Shaping them with his hands and caressing the sides, he darted a lick at first one, then the other. She tensed in his arms.
So responsive
. Her scent intensified on another rush of arousal and Sasha closed his mouth around one breast, gorging on it. The taste of her skin exploded on his tongue in a dizzying cascade. Sweet and spicy, and unique, Megan fit him perfectly. He teased her nipple, sucking hard, then biting softly, before laving the sting away with his tongue. He could feast on these forever and not get bored. Megan writhed, moaning softly but he held her firm, his fingertips dancing along her spine.

“Condom,” she said on a gasp of breath. “I need you inside me.”

He released her nipple with a little pop. His heart raced and every inch of skin felt electrified as though he’d pushed his finger into a live socket. “I’m hurt,” he murmured, nuzzling the valley between her glorious breasts. “You only want me for one thing.”

Her laugh sounded tortured. “You definitely have something I want.”

“Now you’re objectifying me.” He blew across one damp nub and made her shudder.

“Are you ever serious?” Megan finally lurched free and snatched at the handle of the wooden drawer. It shot open and she dug inside blindly, grabbing a handful of condoms and dropping them onto the pillow.

“I’d much rather play.” He reached for the lacy ties holding her panties together. “With you.”

Megan felt the familiar old anxieties lapping around her as Sasha’s gaze roamed her naked body. She hadn’t been “the fat kid” for years and knew her figure was in good shape, but it was still a huge leap of faith to show her nakedness to Sasha. He sprawled there looking so delectable it should be illegal. Tanned golden skin, hard abs and a dusting of dark hairs across his chest were yummy enough. Add in the flat brown nipples and the happy trail of dark hair leading down from his bellybutton, and Sasha could have been sculpted as the perfect specimen of man.

In turn, he ate her up with his eyes. “
Cariad
. You’re gorgeous.”

“And you’re wearing too many clothes.” She rubbed her pussy over his groin and felt his dick jerk beneath the layer of denim. “Let me help you.” She dived for the button of his jeans and flipped it open.
Oh my
. He went commando. Sasha hissed a breath as Megan slowly lowered the zipper, one tooth at a time. His hard dick pushed free and she sucked in a breath. “You’re a bit of a handful.”

Thick and fully erect, his cock was a thing of beauty. He grasped it firmly at the root and she struggled to drag her eyes away, to tug down his jeans. He’d already toed off his sneakers and it was easy enough to get rid of the jeans and leave him equally naked. A pearl of pre-cum oozed from the tip and Megan couldn’t resist it. She wiped it with her middle finger and then lifted it to her mouth and sucked it clean.

“Oh, baby.” Sasha moaned and then he grabbed one of the condoms, ripped open the foil and rapidly fitted the rubber. She was determined to make the most of this encounter, take the wild ride Sasha promised. Things would change soon enough and she’d fret about that later.

Megan positioned herself over his rearing cock and with one hand on his shoulder, guided him inside, a little at a time. He made a growling noise and she stared into his eyes, watching as they rolled back in his head. She wanted to drive him as crazy as he made her and she moved slowly, easing onto his thickness. God, he felt good. Need pooled in her gut and she sucked in a deep breath as she took the final inch. She paused and looked at him again, wanting to catalogue the details to remember later: the beads of perspiration across his forehead, the way his hands dug into her hips, the unearthly brightness of his eyes, and the cocky, confident smile.

She swallowed and then moved. Hunger took over, a fierce desire that burned like a bushfire and engulfed her in seconds. Sasha took her cue and flexed his hips to drive into her, pushing harder and deeper than she thought possible. He grabbed her free hand and linked their fingers, and the little flash of intimacy warmed her chest. She couldn’t afford to get emotional about him; he was an indulgence, nothing more. This was just about sex. “Fuck me, baby,” she whispered.

*

If Sasha believed in heaven, he’d be there now. Megan riding him, with her fabulous tits bouncing and clouds of dark hair falling across her shoulder, made the most beautiful angel. Tight, hot and wet, his cock fit her perfectly and he was having difficulty holding back. What he really wanted was to flip her over, drive into her and place his mark on her neck.
His claiming mark
. His wolf roared to bite her. Take her.
Mine
. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath.
Don’t fuck this up.
Why had nobody ever told him how it was different with your Mate? This wasn’t just sex.

Her knees trembled and he pulled her forward to lean against his chest, taking her lips at the same time. Caramel and spice surrounded him, tying him in knots. He wanted to learn her body, the way she liked to be touched, what made her moan and what made her scream, but there was time for that. Right now, it was all about need and controlling the hunger that rampaged through him. His cock was on the verge of going nuclear and his balls ached, but he’d satisfy his Mate before he finished.

She broke the kiss to whisper against his lips. He didn’t catch it at first. “Baby, I’m close. So close.” He slid one hand up the inside of her thigh and stroked her where they were joined. She bucked and tensed, and undeterred, he touched higher. Her clit felt hard and as soon as he caressed it, she jerked and moaned. Seeking her lips, he stroked her clit once more, and then pinched it firmly between finger and thumb. Megan squealed, spasms wracking her body.

“That’s it, baby, come for me now.” He pressed an open mouthed kiss on her throat as she pitched headlong into her orgasm. Christ. His dick felt amazing before, but now, with her insides racked by her climax, he thought he might just die of pleasure. He’d be rendered insensible at the very least. Instinct surged and he grazed his teeth over the tender skin over her collarbone. Her moan of pleasure vibrated through him. Another drawn out tremor that squeezed his cock flipped him over the edge and with a muffled shout, he came, shooting his load so hard he was surprised he still had his balls afterward.

He needed to hold her. After disposing of the condom he settled on his back with Megan tucked into his side, her hair tickling his throat and one hand linked with his.

He wanted to leap up and punch the air, the high like nothing ever before.
Mine
, rumbled his wolf, totally sated for once. There was just the small matter of the whole I’m-a-wolf thing to talk about, but hey. She loved wolves. She dreamed of frickin’ wolves, for Chrissake. She’d be fine, once she got over the initial surprise. He stretched and then tucked one arm around her shoulders, holding her close, skin to skin. Would he tell her here? Or take her home to Snowdonia and break the news to her there?

*

Megan normally couldn’t wait to get dressed and make a rapid exit, but this time, just this once, she would indulge a little longer.

“I’ve never met anyone quite like you before.”
I never knew it could be so good.
She traced her index finger across his chest and drew a little circle. “How are you finding New Zealand?”

Sleepy lidded eyes gleamed at her. “I like it. I’d wanted to travel for a while and this just felt right. I landed in Wellington on a warm October day last year and I’ve been here since.” He gave her a squeeze and nuzzled her throat. “And you? Have you always lived here?”

“Uh-huh. When I graduated I did my backpacking-round-Europe trip, but that’s all, apart from holidays and such.” She lifted her head and pressed a sleepy kiss against his lips. “I went to visit Wales, by the way. I wanted to see where Gran came from.”

“Where did you go?”

“She grew up near Cardiff, but came from Bangor originally. Is that anywhere near your home?”

“Not far. What did you think of it?” There was a curious look on his face, as though her answer was important and not just idle pillow talk.

“I loved it. I felt quite at home.” Did he look relieved? “It’s not too different to some of the scenery here. Do you get homesick at all?”

He opened his mouth to reply just as a cell phone chirruped.

*

Sasha recognized the ringtone as an incoming text from Tammy. It would be the stupid-early hours of the morning for her and he instantly worried. “That’s my sister. Give me a minute,
Cariad
.”

“She still in the UK? It must be the middle of the night.”

He scrambled out of bed and dug the phone from a pocket in his abandoned jeans.

Hey Crasher. You ok? Had a funny feeling. Txt me. X

She must have sensed his joy with Megan. He fought to keep the grin from his face and contemplated what to tell the girl lying on his bed.

“Is she okay?”

“Uh, yeah. I think.” He tapped out a rapid reply. This was big news. Huge. Too important to share via a text.

Hey Tamster. All good. Talk tonight?

Seconds later, his phone beeped with a Facetime request from Tammy and he groaned inwardly. He glanced up at Megan. “I need to talk to her. I won’t be long. Promise.”

“No worries.” Megan blew him a kiss and tugged up the lightweight quilt to cover her head. He stepped out of the room and pulled the door closed behind him. It didn’t shut completely and Megan could still hear the conversation.

“Crasher. It must be the middle of the afternoon, why are you butt naked?” She had a softer version of Sasha’s lilting accent.
Crasher
?

“Tamster.”
Ah, nicknames.
“Is everything okay, sis? You look like shit.”

A hesitant laugh. “Thanks, bro. I’m not sleeping well at the moment. I’ve got a stomach upset and that’s not helping.”

“Stomach pains?” He sounded surprised. “I’ve been feeling them too. Sweets, have you been to the doctor?”

“Nah, don’t be silly. I’m too busy with this new project for Jake. The Pack retreat.”