His Perfect Wolf (Mystic Wolves Book 2) (9 page)

“Look at me, Alaina.”
At once her eyes popped open. “Stay with me.” He wanted his touch to bring
pleasure, only pleasure.

“I’m with you, Niall,”
she replied, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say.

Moving his hips back,
he
set up a slow pace. Her arousal made penetration
easy, but she was still tight. He relaxed his arms and let his chest brush her
breasts, their pulses pounded in unison, tension coiled deep. He bent his head
and captured one nipple between his teeth, tuggi
ng
and then laving it until she was begging him for more. Her nipples acted like a
direct conduit to her core. His gaze still on hers, he leaned up and then over
to the other breast and sucked as much of her flesh into his mouth as possible.

She moaned, se
nding flames leaping into his body, burning hot and bright.
He swore it was a flash-fire that started in Alaina and bled into him. Niall
didn’t stop to ponder the implications, he switched to the left breast, using
his teeth again and switched back to the
right, doing
the same.

Niall couldn’t believe
the sensations he was experiencing. Each time he gave her a touch of pain, an
echo ricocheted through him. A scrape of his teeth or a stroke of his cock
drove her insane with need, fueling him with the same urg
es.

He sank as deep as he
could, his breath hissed out. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, babe.” The words
came out between clenched teeth. He’d never had to fight to keep from losing
control.

She whimpered when he
moved too hard, but a heartbeat later and she
was
moving with him, begging him to go faster. He reared back and knelt between her
spread thighs and began to surge harder and faster. The tether he had his wolf
on broke free, setting a relentless pace he prayed she could handle.

With every stroke it
bec
ame harder to keep his beast in check, flames shot
down his spine as her sheath tightened around him, or maybe it was his cock
swelling. Either way he was close to coming, driving deeper, closer to ecstasy
with her pleasure and his engulfing them both in d
esire
so intense he wasn’t sure where she left off and he began. He was being too
rough with her, but she answered with cries for more.

He raised her legs
onto his shoulders, spreading her wider. Around them the candles burned, tiny
red and gold flames lic
ked upward toward the ceiling.
Niall caught glimpses of his surroundings, but he couldn’t stop, even if the
world would’ve dropped out beneath him. He felt his body swell and reached down
to rub circles on her little clit.

His lungs burned, and
the sweet s
mell of her arousal hit while her inner
muscles gripped him like a thousand tongues working, licking along his shaft.
Niall let his head fall back, suppressing a howl while she milked him of his
seed. His orgasm tore through him like vicious waves that rip
ped him apart and put him back together again.

Chapter Six

Alaina was sure there
were fireworks going off in the room while Niall made love to her. She pulled
her legs down from his shoulders, and then tugged him down to her.

“Easy, I don’t want to
s
quish you,” Niall whispered into the quiet room.

“I have complete faith
you will protect me.” She smiled up into his blue eyes, knowing they’d have to
get up soon.

Niall shifted to the
side, his cock sliding from her with the movement. “I need to go to our
club, Chaps, in Sturgis tonight. You want to
come
hang out with me?”

Her heart turned over
at the hesitation in his voice, not because she didn’t think he wanted her to
go, but because she could hear he didn’t think she wanted to go. She slid her
leg up h
is thigh, loving the way his hair roughened
leg rubbed her. “I’d love to go with you. Should I take my own car just in case
you’re going to be really late?”

“Nah, if you get too
bored I can have one of my guys take you home.”

“What should I wear?”
Nerves s
ettled into her stomach.

He grabbed her ass and
pulled her on top of him, the movement bringing her face to face with him. “The
man in me would say what you have on is perfect.”

A pulse beat in her
core at the heat in his gaze. “Pretty sure there are laws
against women walking around naked.”

“Actually, you could
get a license to walk around with a thong and pasties covering these gorgeous
nipples. However, I find myself not wanting anyone but me seeing you like
this,” he growled.

She was surprised to
see hi
s blue eyes turn their alpha shade. “Yeah, I
don’t think I have the balls to wear that anyway. I do have something I think
would look great, and not make me stick out like a neon sign.”

His brows rose. “As
long as you’re sufficiently covered, we’re solid.
This,”
he squeezed her ass, “can only be seen by me.”

When she would have
laughed at his words, he fisted his hand in her hair and sealed his lips over
hers, ending their conversation. Alaina wouldn’t have argued, although she
wondered how he reacted when
other women shifted from
human to wolf, if he turned the other way, or thought it was okay because they
were shifters.

Niall made thinking an
impossibility as he lifted her higher on his body, bringing her back down on
his rock hard shaft. She’d think abou
t his words and
the reasoning behind them later, much later.

By the time she took a
quick shower she was still questioning going into town with Niall.

Too nervous to walk
out of his bathroom, Alaina stood looking in the full length mirror inspecting
her ou
tfit. Black faux leather
leggings,
and a grey off the shoulder top with a
lace back that hit her just below the ass and hugged her from her breasts to
hips. Her charcoal grey ankle boots had two inch heels giving her a couple
inches, with the spiked straps
that wrapped around
them, she thought she would fit right in.

Figuring she’d been in
there too long, she twisted the knob and stepped into the bedroom. Niall was
sitting on the bed, looking good enough to jump. “Hi,” she said.

“Fuck me running.”
Niall’s e
yes looked her up and down. “Come here.” He
pointed between his spread thighs.

She was happy her
shaky legs didn’t show as she made her way to where he indicated.

Niall placed his hands
on her hips. “Babe, I’m not so sure it’s a good idea for you to go wit
h me.”

Alaina’s heart broke.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to step away from him.

“Whoa, it’s not
because I don’t want you there. I’m just imagining the riot you’re going to
start and all the heads I’m gonna have to bust.”

“Right.”
She lau
ghed,
drawing the word out.

“If we had more time
I’d show you just how serious I am.” He took her hand and placed it on his
crotch.

“You’re so full of
crap,” she said, but ran her hand along his length.

He held onto her as he
stood in one fluid motion.
“Come on woman. If you
keep rubbing me, we’ll be late and then the guys will give me shit.” He led the
way out of his room.

Once inside the garage
he handed her a helmet. She pulled a hair tie from her wrist and pulled her
curls back in a ponytail behind h
er, then strapped
the skull cap on.

The Harley rumbled to
life beneath Niall. Alaina swore she could come from looking at him alone. She
wasn’t sure how she’d make it riding behind him for the hour plus trip into
Sturgis. His knowing smirk let her know he
was aware
of exactly how she was reacting. Damn, shifters sense of smell. She wondered
when he was going to reveal his nature to her, and then worried how he’d react
when she told him she already knew. That she had secrets of her own.

Niall patted the seat
behind him. Eyeing the bike she lifted her leg and swung
it over, happy she had stretchy leggings on, making the maneuver easy. Riding
behind Niall was going to stretch her self-control to the limit, if she didn’t
behave she could cause him to wreck.

She
shouldn’t have worried. The man handled the big machine
like he handled everything else she’d seen—with complete competence and utter
control. As they wound their way down the hills and curves, he’d instructed her
to hug him tight and follow his lead. She
found
herself wrapping her arms and thighs so tightly around him at first she feared
he’d not be able to maneuver the bike. His deep chuckle had vibrated against
her front, but within minutes into their journey she’d begun to relax and enjoy
the ride. By t
he time they’d pulled up behind the bar
he co-owned with his brother, Alaina wasn’t ready to end the ride.

“Give yourself a
moment before you try to stand, babe. Trust
me,
I’ve seen a lot of first-timers face plant when they hop
off.” Niall took his skull
cap off and hung it on his
handle bar.

Alaina assumed he was
the expert and listened to his advice. He’d already put the center stand down.
Now, he held his hand out, so she unclipped the strap holding her helmet on and
gave that to him. Using her hands, s
he finger combed
her hair after removing the band at the back.

The music from the bar
could be heard through the closed door, its heavy throbbing beat echoed down
the alley. Night had fallen during their journey, but the lights from the
streets lit up the
parking lot.

She felt steadier, and
taking the hand Niall offered, she climbed from the bike. Her legs definitely
had a little wobble when she placed them on the gravel. She was grateful Niall
was there to hold her. Of course, he used the moment to bend hi
s head and covered her mouth with his. His kiss was
demanding and forceful, just like the alpha Niall was. He pulled back, until
his breath fanned her lips and took a deep breath. “Let’s go before I fuck you
right here.”

He rubbed her back in
a soothing mo
tion, like he was fighting his beast.
Alaina almost wanted him to do just that. Every instinct in her told her to let
him claim her, to bind their souls right then and there, but she didn’t want to
force him into a bond until he knew everything.

She nipped
his bottom lip. “Let’s go, big guy, before I drop my pants
and beg you to fuck me.”

His low growl was more
animal than man, but Alaina pretended not to hear.

The back door to the
club opened, making Niall and Alaina both turn to see who had interrupted th
em. Jett stood with his hands on his hips, and a knowing
grin on his face, staring at them.

“Yo, think you wanna
come and help out at the bar, or stand out here all night?” Jett asked.

Niall raised one hand
and flipped Jett the bird, wrapping his other arm
around Alaina and propelled her toward the door. “Fuck off, Jett. You’re just
jealous ‘
cause
you ain’t getting any pussy."

Jett snorted. “Dude, I
get more than my share. I need a stick to beat the chicks off my jock,” Jett
said holding the door open for
Niall and Alaina.

“Sure you do. Why you
out here looking for me then?” Niall asked as they passed Jett.

“The bands getting
ready to start and they asked me to fill in for their drummer who’s too fucked
up to play. We need you behind the bar.”

Alaina felt N
iall stiffen before he relaxed. “It’s gonna be hard to beat
chicks off your jock if you’re behind a drum kit.”

“That’s what you
think. I’ll have a line of them waiting for me between sets.” She looked over
to see Jett making a comical face. He had a really
obscenely long tongue that she was sure the ladies enjoyed immensely, and then
she noticed the piercing as he stuck it out and showed Niall exactly why the
women would be extremely happy.

Niall pressed his lips
to her ear. “Stop looking at his tongue as i
f you’re
fantasizing about it or I’ll cut it out,” he growled.

She nearly stumbled at
his words, looking up to see if he was joking and saw real heat in his eyes.
Standing on her toes in the middle of the hallway, Alaina wrapped her arms
around Niall’s nec
k and licked his closed mouth. When
he didn’t open immediately, she sucked his upper lip into her mouth and then
did the same to the bottom. His mouth opened and she took full advantage,
licking inside, dueling with his tongue until he took over. She submi
tted to him, but she still fought for a little control, her
nails scraping at the nape of his neck even as she melted into him.

He used his superior
strength to turn them, forcing her against the wall, kissing her over and over.
His kiss was smoldering, ov
erpowering with such
passion that she felt tiny sparks of power sizzle in her veins, as if her fey
side was waking up and welcoming him. She tasted the faint coppery flavor of
blood and wasn’t sure if it was his or hers, but she welcomed it as it raced thr
ough her bloodstream straight to her core. A tiny orgasm
shook her and she cried out, arching into him.

His wolf was close to
the surface, almost impossible to control. She wasn’t sure how she knew that,
but she did. Each time she tried to pull back, Niall
became more aggressive. Alaina gave herself over to him, right there in the
middle of the crowded bar in the semi-privacy of the hallway, uncaring if Jett
was watching or if a hundred eyes could see her and Niall, she turned her head
and gave Niall her ne
ck.

The action seemed to
pull both man and beast back, and Niall buried his face against her exposed
throat, breathing hard. “Son-of-a-bitch, I’m about ready to fuck you where we
stand or cum in my damn jeans,” he groused.

Alaina ran her hands
down his bac
k soothingly. “Well, I just came in my
miniscule thong, right here where anyone could have seen.”

“Shit, don’t say that
so loud.” He bit down on the tendon of her shoulder.

The off the shoulder
top would show the mark of his bite, and Alaina felt oddly pro
ud to walk around with his mark on her.

* * * *

Niall was so horny he
had to hold Alaina in front of him for a few more minutes, taking deep breaths
to steady his racing heart. When he believed he had himself under control he
took a deep breath,
then
wis
hed he
hadn’t. The scent of her arousal permeated the air. Every wolf in the place
could probably smell her sweet scent. He wasn’t kidding about her causing a
riot, only he wouldn’t be just busting heads, he’d rip throats out of anyone
who dared touch what
was his.

“Go to the bathroom
and clean up, then come to the big bar and find me. I’ll have one of the girls
watch for you.” He thought of having one of the wolves from the pack wait
outside the ladies room for her, but nixed the idea out of fear he’d have
to kill one of his own if they looked sideways at Alaina.