His Perfect Wolf (Mystic Wolves Book 2) (8 page)

By the time he entered
his bedroom, she was still in the bathroom. Niall turned the bed down, lit a
few candles and shut the curtains, encasing the room in s
emi-darkness. He’d made certain his security alarm was set,
but he opened his senses, making sure he couldn’t detect anything out of place.

She opened the door,
the smell of orange blossoms and ginger became stronger as she walked out. Her
smile was hesita
nt, but welcoming. Niall wanted to
close the distance between them.

* * * *

Alaina felt wonderful
after taking a shower, anticipation for Niall and what he did to her strummed
through her veins. She wondered if it was normal to want a man as much as she
wanted Niall, or maybe it had to do with him being a
shifter?
She shrugged the
thought away
since none of the shifters from her home pack ever did anything for her. Most
of the men followed Roger Strop like he was the king, and she supposed he was,
since he was the alpha.

One look at Niall
Malik and she was ready to hop onto any fla
t surface
and offer herself to him, again and again. She wondered if there was a line of
women who suffered the same addiction, then thought it better to not think of
him and other women. Just thinking of him and some faceless woman had her
growling like s
he’d seen the she wolves do back home.

“Come here,” Niall
said with a tilt of his head.

She didn’t even
hesitate as she eliminated the few feet separating them. The large red towel
she’d put on was knotted in the front, and was large enough it covered her
from her chest to knees. The way Niall’s nostrils flared,
the heat in his blue eyes, was like she’d been standing before him stark naked.

“Hi.” Alaina wished
she knew something sexier to say.

His lips tilted up.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. Your scent make
s me want
to lick you from head to toe.”

Goddess, how was she
supposed to respond when he said things like that? She watched his nostrils
flare, knowing he could smell her arousal. Heck, she wasn’t a shifter and she
swore she could scent it herself.

Alaina
pressed up on her tiptoes, his neck the closest thing she
could reach, and licked a long line up to his earlobe. “You taste good, too.”

He was dressed in a
pair of loose sweats, so when he lifted her by the waist, she wrapped her legs
around his bare midr
iff. The instant her core met his
hard stomach, they both groaned.

Alaina swore she could
come if he would only allow her to move a slight fraction, but his tight hold
kept her still. “Please, Niall.”

“Oh, I’ll please you,
but not yet. This time we’re goin
g to make it to bed,
and I’m going to make up to you for the first time.”

“What was wrong with
the first time?” She looked into his eyes.

“It was your
first
time. It shouldn’t have been in the
woods up against a tree, for the love of all,” he growled.

She
laughed at his outraged look.
Heat from his body making her own temperature rise.
He was holding her lower half against
him, and began walking toward the bed. Alaina stared at his lips. Really, men
shouldn’t have such full lips.

“You didn’t hear me
complai
ning, did you?” Smiling, she did what she’d
fantasized about. She captured his full bottom lip between hers and sucked. The
taste of mint exploded on her tongue.

Niall’s gaze turned
fierce, and then she felt a cold breeze on her back. She didn’t have long
to ponder why before he was laying her down in the middle
of the bed, taking over the playful kiss, turning it into a seduction of her
senses.

The flicker of several
candle lights illuminated the room, giving it a sense of romance, along with
the red
sheets and the scents from the candles.

A rumble against her
chest had her toes curling.

He lifted her hands
above her head, holding them in one hand. “Keep your hands up here. I’m going
to do right by you this time.”

She couldn’t look away
from him, nor c
ould she hold still. “I want to touch
you too.”

“Not yet. I need you
to let me take care of you first. You gonna deny me that?”

Her mouth was suddenly
dry. She shook her head, wanting anything he gave her.

Arching into his
caress, Alaina moaned when he too
k her breast into
his mouth. Arcs of pleasure flowed to every vein in her body, waking up senses
she didn’t know she had.
“Oh,
Niall, yes.”

Niall kept her legs
pinned together, preventing her from moving. His chuckle let her know he knew
exactly what he wa
s doing to her. She couldn’t wait
to see what he did next.

“I promise you are
going to come so many times you’ll lose count, I’m in charge, baby.”

* * * *

Niall loved the rosy
hue that covered Alaina from head to toe. He held his breath, moving slowly to
see if she complied with his wishes. Her hair fanned out
over his red pillow cases, a strand of it caught in her mouth, and he laughed
as she blew it out with impatience. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever
seen, each dip and curve of her body beck
oned to him.
With her soft smile, the graceful, fluid way she moved, reminded him of the
sleek jungle cats. The alpha wolf that lived inside him wanted to claim her as
did the man, but they needed her to know what they were. What he was first.

He pinched o
ne pert nipple between his fingers while he sucked the
other one into a hard point. She bucked against him, her moans of pleasure
exciting him. He bit down hard enough to get her attention, stilling her
movements, but not hard enough to cause pain. The sce
nt
of her arousal increased. His mate enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure.

Her eyes fluttered
closed as he switched to the other breast, giving the same treatment to the
neglected nipple. Her heartbeat was like a drum, throbbing through her body
into h
is, jarring not only her but him, creating a
rhythm his took up. He’d never experienced a connection quite like what he had
with Alaina. Like the blood in his veins flowed in the same path as hers.

He shook off the
unwanted thoughts and concentrated on the
here and
now, like the bow of her mouth and her lush breasts that were every man’s
perfect fantasy, fitting into his hands like they were made just for him. Niall
wasn’t the sort of man who allowed anyone or anything to own him, not even
Emma. He forced h
is mind away from the past. He
waited for the pain to rip into him, but aside from a slight twinge, the
expected agony never materialized.

Her gaze met his, held
him captive. He couldn’t look away from the amber eyes. “What’s wrong?” she
asked.

He frowned.
The beating of their hearts no longer in tune, the rhythm
was off, no longer calling to him. Cold settled over him, a lonely existence
where he was
alpha
, and father to Nolan, but he wanted
more.

Niall nipped her
flesh, her pulse pounded faster. There was
no way he
was going to let her draw away from him, no matter how much she wanted to. He
knew now she was meant to be his and he wouldn’t stop until he made her his in
every sense of the word, not ever, not unless she denied him.

She smiled up at him,
runn
ing her fingers through his
hair,
her brown eyes seemed to take on the
multifaceted shade of the flames, only more. “Quit thinking and
do
what you promised or I’ll have to take
care of myself, Niall.”

Her whispered words
drifted through the room like a pro
mise or a dare.
His own heart stuttered. Alaina’s hips moved under him again. She was so soft
and warm, melting for him. He needed to taste her essence.

One last kiss to her
breast, and Niall began moving down, licking and nipping a path across her flat
ab
domen. The flex and play of muscles showed she
worked out, but was soft in all the right spots. He dipped his tongue into her
neat little belly button, eliciting a giggle from her.
Perfection.
She breathed out, a soft airy puff.

He could track her
heartbea
t again as they began to align into the same
rhythm, soothing his wolf. He actually felt her in his veins. Leaving little
kisses, he moved to the top of her mound, spreading her legs to make room for
himself
. Her self-conscious move to keep them
closed was
one he didn’t like. His beast rose up and
growled. “Don’t hide from me, Alaina. Everything about you is beautiful.
From your head, to your pretty pink
pussy.
Goddess, you’re wet.”

She took a gasping
breath at the first swipe of his tongue across her folds
. He sent up a small prayer of thanks that she was sent to him. He smiled
when her thighs tried to squeeze his head and felt her fingers brush through
his hair, scraping along his scalp. Her touch a mixture of both pleasure and
pain, sent a small current o
f electricity from his
head to his belly, straight down to his cock, tightening his balls, coiling
heat in his groin.

Desire rushed from her
to him in waves. She beckoned to both man and wolf like a siren’s call. Every
single rule he’d made went out the wi
ndow with a
single smile. He wanted her in every possible way, and he would have her.
Body, heart, and soul.

Another swipe of his
tongue and the flavor of oranges burst in his mouth. He lapped at the
juices,
the sweet taste mixing with ginger
became his fa
vorite treat.

Niall used his thumbs
to pull her lips apart, staring down at her exposed clit. The hood had already
allowed it to peak out. He licked around the little nub, never quite touching
where she needed. He looked up, seeing her eyes squeezed shut,
her mouth open while she bit on her bottom lip.
Fucking beautiful.
She was so fucking gorgeous she took
the very air he breathed away. Her eyes popped open. She must have felt his
penetrating gaze. Keeping contact with her brown eyes, Niall licked his lips
, watching her focus on his tongue, and then brought his
mouth back down to her glistening pussy. He fastened his lips around the little
bundle of nerves begging for attention. Her scream of pleasure was music to his
ears.

She tightened her
fingers in his
hair. He allowed her to hold him. She
was already branded on his mind, and he wanted to make sure he was on hers as
well. Using one hand to hold her open for his lips and tongue, he speared two
fingers into her.
Heat.
He was surrounded by her wetness and h
eat. He pumped his fingers in time with his sucking,
flicking his tongue over her clit at the same time.

It only took him a few
pumps and he felt Alaina’s inner muscles begin to flutter.

“Niall, oh, I’m
coming.”

He continued to pump
his fingers, loving how
her body twitched in little
aftershocks. “I could become addicted to watching you come.”

“Hmm, I think I like
that addiction.”

He swiped his tongue
through her folds and pulled his fingers out slowly. Niall rose up and placed
one hand next to her head, th
eir noses almost
touching, his lips brushed against hers. He barely touched her, but it felt
like a benediction. Her mouth moved, a warm puff of air, feather light, a
promise more intimate than he was prepared for. He opened his mouth over hers,
taking the
kiss to new heights.

Niall used his other
hand to line his dick up with her opening, running the head through her wetness
first. He watched for any signs of soreness before he slowly entered, feeling
her clench down nearly had him coming as soon as he was
all the way in.