Cat's Howl: A Macconwood Pack Novel (The Macconwood Pack Series Book 2) (11 page)

“Yes, Tate, yes,” she answered.

His warm lips closed over hers.

Cat couldn’t believe this was happening. One minute she was
drinking wine and talking about her college days and the next minute Tate was
kissing her!

The hard length of him pressed against her through his worn
denim jeans. She could feel his heart pounding through the thin cotton shirt
she wore. The barrier felt wrong and unnatural. She wanted to rip it off.
Closer. She needed to be closer to him.

His tongue entered her mouth with long slow strokes. Cat
opened her mouth for him. She kissed him with everything she had. Lips, tongue,
teeth. She moaned aloud when he did the same. He ground his hips into hers. She
felt the rush of sweet anticipation pool between her thighs.

“Oh, God, Cat, you taste so good, better than I ever
imagined,” he licked the salty skin on the side of her throat.

She swallowed hard. He was so good at this! Cat felt a
purr
building inside of her. Her throat rumbled with the force of it. She was almost
embarrassed, but he seemed to like it. Tate licked and sucked even harder.

“I can
feel
you purring,
mmmm
. Let’s see how you
like it when I do this,” Tate licked her lips once, then again. First the lower
one then the top. He smiled as he ducked her mouth. Always moving just out of
reach when all she wanted was to cling to his lips with hers and taste him!

He moved down,
lower
. Kneeling on the floor, he positioned
himself just so, a devilish grin on his face. The one that used to make her
heart pound when she was still in school. God, she loved that grin!

Before she could think or remark on it, he closed his mouth on
her firm breast. Right over the white cotton of her borrowed shirt, Tate found
the taut bud of her nipple. He circled it with his teeth first, gently scraping
the sensitized flesh. Then he used his tongue. Finally, he closed his full lips
over it. Then he sucked.
Hard
.

Cat moaned and bucked underneath him. Heat soared through her
body right to her core as he nibbled on her flesh. She wanted to take off the
shirt! Remove the flimsy barrier between them. As if he read her mind, Tate stood
up.

She nodded at his unasked question. Grabbing his head between
her hands and pulling him down hard so that his face was level with hers. She kissed
him. The way she wanted to all those years ago. The way she still dreamed about
if she was truly being honest with herself.

She didn’t know why this was happening right then, but Cat
knew she couldn’t stop herself if she tried. Not now. Especially when she heard
Tate groan with pleasure as she nibbled his lower lip.

He pulled back and it was all she could do not to follow him.
He wore the most serious expression she had ever seen on his face. With slow,
precise movements his hands travelled from the top of her head to her neck. His
thumbs grazed her chin as he exhaled.

He took the collar of her shirt, well, his shirt actually,
and gripped it in both hands. He looked into her eyes and, in one swift
movement, he tore the thing in two pieces.

She was completely exposed. As naked as the day she was born
awash in the orangey glow of the flames. Cat bit her lower lip and waited.

“
Beautiful
. God, Cat, if you want me to stop you
better tell me now, otherwise I don’t think I’ll be able to,” Tate’s voice was a
lower octave than she had ever heard before.

He was barely in control of himself. His Wolf eyes gleaming
out at her from time to time. She liked knowing she had that effect on him. It
made her feel powerful and sexy too. She slowly opened her thighs for his
perusal and tugged him by the waistband of his jeans.

“Tate, I swear to God, if you stop now, I’ll kill you,” she gripped
his hair as he leaned down and nipped at his neck playfully.

On a more serious note, her hands travelled down his bare
back until she reached the delicious curve of his firm buttocks. Once there,
she squeezed. His powerful frame trembled at her touch. He was vulnerable too. And
that only made Cat want him more.

He pushed himself off of her and she felt cold immediately. Had
she pushed him too far? Was he rejecting her? Did he think she was too wanton?
Cat didn’t know if she could go through that again and come out whole. Her eyes
widened.

“Cat look at me. I want you to watch what it is you do to
me, what I’ve been trying to hide from you for years,” he stood up slowly.

She watched as he easily unwound his body from the floor. His
body was a finely honed instrument. Lethal and beautiful at the same time. She
loved looking at him. His hands went to the button of his fly and he proceeded
to open his jeans with devastating patience.

Cat thought she’d burst from watching him. He moved so slowly
and deliberately. He was perfect. All his perfection outlined in the light of
the fire.

Every inch of his muscular body seemed amplified in the play
of shadow and light. He looked like that ancient warrior she had so often
imagined. Fierce, powerful, strong. And she wanted him so damn badly.

For too long she felt empty inside. Sure she had her
brother, but Cat’s family life left a lot to be desired. She had focused on her
career after Tate had turned her down on prom night. She wasn’t sorry exactly,
she did love her job. But something or
someone
was missing from her
life. She wondered if she wasn’t looking at him right then.

Nudity was not as difficult for Wolves as for normals. But
when Cat looked at Tate fully aroused and unclothed for the first time she
gasped. Her eyes wavered from his coal black eyes back down to where his thick
erection sprung from his hard, muscled body.

He was so big, so hard, and so beautiful she wanted to lick
him from tip to shaft. Used to taking what she wanted, Cat rose to her knees in
front of him. She took his huge length in her hands and instinctively she
pumped him once, then twice.

Tate sucked in a breath of air as she circled him with her
soft as milk hands. With her eyes never leaving his face, she put the tip of
his swollen cock into her warm mouth and sucked.

Tate hissed out a sharp breath as she took him inside of her
perfect mouth. The moist heat there was almost enough to make him explode right
then.
Get control of yourself.

Tate rested his hands on her shoulders as she did things to
him with her mouth that he had never experienced. He was no virgin, but
dammit
if Cat didn’t make him feel like one.
 

He growled and moved his hands to that golden head of hers
that drove him wild. He had dreamt of getting his hands on her hair for so
long, he just never thought it would be like this.

“Oh
God
, Cat!,” he bit back a moan and dropped his
head back as she continued her tantalizing exploration.

Perfection. The woman is perfection.
Naturally
beautiful and smart. And she was devouring every inch of him with her hands,
lips, tongue, and teeth. Tate sucked in a breath through tight lips.
Hot
damn.

Cat’s hands travelled further down his body. He tensed. He
hadn’t felt that way since he was a teenager. Heck, maybe he never felt that
way. Not with anyone else. Ever.

Cat. This is Cat. Finally….

With her long nails she traced the muscles that corded his
thighs and calves. She cupped his buttocks and gave them a strong squeeze
before gripping his hips and taking him deeper in her throat.

Oh damn…Hold it, Tate, not yet…

Finally, as if she anticipated just where he needed her, she
traced the line of his scrotum and cupped him with one hand while she gripped
the bottom of his shaft with the other. She moved her hot, wet mouth to the the
very tip and sucked. Hard.

Tate growled. He damn near lost it himself right then.

“No more, no more. Come here, Catriona, I need you,” he
lifted her up off the floor with both his hands easily.

She went willingly. Her blue eyes were hazy and glazed over with
pleasure. And he hadn’t even started yet.

He swung her body up by her firm ass and she immediately
circled his hips with her long legs. Tate grunted and let the head of his cock
rest just inside of her. She was tight and so very hot. He wanted to slam into
her. But not yet.
Slowly
. He needed to go slowly.

She bucked impatiently. And he grinned. She wanted him all
of the way inside of her. Maybe even half as much as he wanted to be there. To
ease the formidable ache that was growing inside of him. He had never experienced
anything like it before. But not yet. No matter how loudly his Wolf roared to
him that he claim her. Mark her as his own.
Mine.

“Not yet, Catriona, not just yet. First things first.”

He smiled and lowered his head to her lips. Sucking and
biting, then licking to soothe. What was it Anthony Keidis sang on one of his
favorite Red Hot Chili Pepper albums of all time? “
Pleasure spiked with
pain.”
That’s what this was.
Grrrr….delicious.

He covered her breast with one large hand and he rolled her
taut nipple between his fingers. His entire body seemed to pulsate with
longing. All he wanted to do was take her. Long and hard. Still, he resisted
pushing into her for all he was worth.

Instead, he backed her against the hard log cabin wall and
rested her buttocks on one particularly fat curve that he had carved out as a shelf.
With one flick of his wrist, he knocked down the few knick-knacks he had
collected. A pond rock, a sea shell, an empty frame he had carved from a piece
of driftwood.

None of it as important as the woman in his arms.

He unlocked his mouth from hers and bent his dark head to
minister to her neck. She gripped the wall for support. Tate used that to his
advantage. He took both her firm breasts in his hands and tugged on her nipples
until she cried out in pleasure.

He watched with pride as she tossed her head from side to
side and grabbed his wide shoulder with one hand. He sank to his knees and put
one plump nipple in his mouth. He suckled her greedily. And damn him if she
didn’t taste like the sweetest thing he had ever experienced!

Like spicy heat and pure desire, blinding sunshine and
spring rain. She was temptation itself. Personified lust. Her tight body as
succulent as the ripest peach. Tate’s eyes rolled back as he licked and sucked
every inch of her perfect breasts.

Slowly, ever so slowly
. He worked his way down her sculpted
abs. He fit both hands around her small waist. She was fit and gorgeous. All
woman. All his.

He took his time at her belly button, Licking and kissing her,
loving the way she gasped with her wide mouth open and her teeth biting her
bottom lip.
Mmm…later.

Tate made a meal out of her. Using both of his hands he
pushed her knees gently apart. When he finally made his way to the plump bud at
the center of her long smooth thighs Cat began to thrash about nervously. Like
a caged animal.

“Shhh, baby, I got you. I got you now,” Tate whispered as he
leaned in closer. He let his hot breath touch her just where he wanted to put
his tongue. To let her know just what he intended to do.

“Tate?,” her voice sounded breathless. Her question nervous.

She dug her strong nails into the muscles on his shoulders.
But he didn’t mind. His upper body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, but she
held on as his hands gripped her upper thighs.

He spread her legs apart even further and looked at her. She
was gorgeous. Tate always thought of a woman’s body as some sort of magical
mystery. But here he was, looking at the very center of Cat. And loving every
inch of her.

He reached out to part her,
there
. Her strangled cry
was nearly his undoing. He looked at her reverently. He felt something stir
inside of him, his Wolf, down to whatever magic or mysticism bound them
together. Something profound.
Mine.

“Oh, baby. You’re beautiful. Fucking beautiful. And now, you
are finally mine,” he whispered the last as he moved his dark head closer to
her. His long tongue snaked out of his mouth and he tasted her. His entire
being was completely focused on her in that moment.

Cat moaned aloud. The feelings coursing through her were
unfamiliar and yet instinctually she circled his head with her legs and pumped
her hips. God, he was making her burn in places she didn’t even know she had.

Would he believe she had never allowed anyone such privilege
with her body? Would he think she was wanton for throwing her head back even as
she opened her legs and screamed his name?

Cat asked herself these questions only briefly. No. Tate was
a Wolf like she was. He knew she didn’t lie. And if he didn’t know it yet, he
would soon find out if they went any further that Cat was as untouched as she
was the day she dropped her dress at the beach.

How could she allow anyone else to do this to her? Not when
her heart, mind, soul and Wolf belonged to the man on his knees. And how she
wanted him to stay there!
Yes, please, oh, oh yesssss.

Her screams were delightful to his ears. His fingers held
her thighs tightly. Maybe too tightly, he worried he might bruise her milky
white skin, but the Wolf inside him howled his pleasure.
Mark her. She is
mine.
Pure unadulterated instinct drove Tate. He lifted his head, his fangs
a little longer than usual, and he bit down on her inner thigh.

Blood filled his mouth.
The blood of his mate.
And he
swallowed. Both their scents grew stronger then. A new smell. Part him part
her. He moved frantically. Sucking, licking, taking, consuming. His Wolf had
claimed her. As for the man, well, he sure as hell wanted her.
Mine.

Only when she cried out and shuddered beneath his tongue did
he lift is head. Despite her frantic attempts to tug him up. His lips curled into
a half-smile half-snarl as he rose to his feet.