Jodi_ByTheLight (10 page)

He sniffed and then relaxed when he didn’t scent any wolf odors. He unlocked the door and ushered her in.

“Everything smell okay?” Her tone smacked of sarcasm as she passed him.

“I was making sure no one had entered the room after we left.” He locked the door behind them.

“What does danger smell like?”

“I can see you’re not taking this seriously.” Ignoring her question, he headed to the window. She grabbed his arm.

“No, wait. I’m being serious.” Between the puppy eyes she was flashing him and her hand touching his arm, he was in no condition to refuse her.

“Damon, please. I really want to know. Especially if I’m going to have to turn into…” She bit her lip and cringed.

“It’s not that bad, being a wolf.” He laughed softly at her pained expression.

“It’s different for you. You’re a guy. It doesn’t matter if you get all hairy.”

He laughed.

“Stop laughing. Do you know how much money and pain I go through every month to get a Brazilian wax, and now it’s just going to get all hairy down there.”

He stopped laughing. Her words knocked the breath out of him. “You get waxed?”

“Yes.” She narrowed her eyes. “Let me guess. Wolves don’t like their females waxed.”

Why the fuck was she asking him this? Now, he couldn’t get the image of Ava’s silky sex out of his oversexed mind.

“I don’t know.” How the hell was he supposed to answer that? He swallowed. His throat felt like sandpaper. Avoiding her eyes, he stomped over to the thermostat, making sure the heat wasn’t set at a hundred degrees. Nope, set at a cool sixty-eight.

“So, there’s no protocol that says I can’t get waxed?” she asked hopefully.

“God, Ava. You’re killing me.” He palmed his eyes and rubbed.

“What? Look, I need to know these things. How am I supposed to know what’s acceptable and what’s not?” She arched her brow and gave him a perfectly serious look.

For someone who had just discovered that she was werewolf, Ava was holding up pretty well. It must have something to do with that stubborn streak running through her.

Trying to swallow but finding his mouth had turned into a desert, he walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out complimentary water. After downing half the bottle, he eased onto the edge of the bed. He felt like he was about to give a talk on the birds and the bees.

“You’re right.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“So you’ll answer my questions?”

He flinched. He had never considered that she would have questions about being a werewolf. He’d been too busy doing his job to consider her feelings. He was such an asshole.

“You’ll be getting a man’s point of view.” He was pretty sure she needed to talk to another female, not him.

She sat down on the opposite bed and crossed her legs. “Can I ask you anything?”

“Of course.”

She frowned. “Does it hurt when you shift into a wolf?”

He chose his words carefully so as not to frighten her. “The first time it happened, it hurt. But after that it only feels sore, like the day after you’ve worked out really hard at the gym.”

“When did you know you were a werewolf?”

“I’ve always known I was different, even when I was young.” He shifted his weight on the bed. He’d never shared his first shifting experience, with anyone, not even Jayden. “I guess the first time I shifted I was ten. It scared me at first, but then I realized that’s why I always felt so different from everyone else.”

“Didn’t your parents tell you?” She frowned.

“My parents died when I was a baby. I was raised in an orphanage.”

“I’m sorry.” She uncrossed her legs and reached for his hand. The gesture made his chest ache a little.

He shrugged. “I had no other relatives so I was placed in an orphanage run by nuns.”

“Were they nice?”

“The nuns?” He chuckled. “As nice as a nun can be, I suppose. They didn’t beat me if that’s what you’re asking.”

“That’s good.” She relaxed her shoulders. “Granny asked if I was your mate. What’s the difference between a mate and a girlfriend?”

“A mate is your life partner. Once a male and female are mated, it’s like being married except there’s no divorce.”

“By having sex with someone does that mean you’re mated?” She wrinkled her brow, awaiting his answer.

“No, it doesn’t.”

She blew out a breath. “Good, because I thought I mated myself to my ex-boyfriend.”

His chest clenched at the thought of some other male touching her. He tightened his grip on her hand. “How long were you together?”

“Only a few months.” She snorted. “I broke up with him. I knew things were never really serious between us. I think I was lonely more than anything. After seeing what Granny had laying out on the table, I’m more inclined to start handling things myself. I mean, did you see the size of the one called the Bad Beaver?”

Clenching his jaw, he closed his eyes, trying to get the image of Ava masturbating out of his head.

“I hate when you do that.”

His eyes popped open. “Do what?”

“Roll your eyes like everything I say is stupid. You’re probably not used to women having an opinion.” She snatched her hand away and stood, glaring at him.

Fuck, she was pretty when she was mad.

“I never said you were stupid.”

“You don’t have to. I can see in the way you grit your teeth or fist your hands, like you want to strangle me.” She stomped toward the bathroom.

She made it one step.

He pounced, shoving her up against the wall. He pinned her with his chest while his hands rested on her slim hips, holding her captive. His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to leap out of its cage. Curling his hands around her small waist, he shoved his face into the crook of her neck and inhaled, deeply. He’d longed to do that ever since he laid eyes on her. Her scent washed over him, fueling his lust.

“You couldn’t be farther from the truth,” he growled against her neck.

“Really?” She breathed out the word. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, knowing she was feeling the pull of desire as well.

“I fist my hands to keep from touching you. Do you know how hard it is, to be so close to you, to have your scent on my flesh, to want you like my last breath and not be allowed to touch you?”

Desire flashed through her eyes. “What if I wanted you to touch me? Would you touch me if I asked you to?” She reached up and pulled his head closer into her neck, rubbing against him like she wanted him to claim her.

He growled as her lush body rubbed erotically against him, teasing him to the point of pain. She felt too damn good.

He squeezed his eyes, trying to rein in his desire. He could not do this. It would cost him everything. “This is a bad idea. If I touch you, Ava, I’m not going to stop.”

“I’m counting on it.” She pulled his palm to her breast, molding his hand to those delicious curves he’d dreamt about.

***

Ava looked into Damon’s heated gaze. His blue eyes burned with need so strong, it was almost animalistic. She sucked in a ragged breath, suddenly deprived of oxygen.

His hands trailed from her breast to her waist holding her close, while his lips sucked her neck. She moaned, shivers racking her body as she clutched him tighter. It was enough to send her into an orgasm on sensation alone.

She had never really been consumed with sex. Her ex hadn’t even bothered to get her off the few times they’d had sex. After that she had decided she was done, that sex was something she could live without.

Now, for the first time in her life, she wanted a man between her thighs, pounding deep inside her body. Not just any man. She wanted Damon. She’d bet he wouldn’t have a problem getting her off.

His calloused hand cradled her cheek with a gentleness she didn’t expect from a man his size. She turned, nuzzling his palm. Their gazes locked. He swiped his thumb across her bottom lip. Her lips parted, sucking his thumb into her mouth, moaning at the saltiness of his skin.

He groaned. “Fuck, baby.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do.”

His mouth came down hard across hers, his tongue invading her mouth. God, he tasted good, like hot alpha male. She wanted more, she wanted to taste all of him.

His hands slid lower until he cupped her ass. He lifted and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pressed her back against the wall, grinding against her, as he continued to assault her with his heated kisses.

Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she sucked his tongue. He growled and she ground against his erection. His body fit her perfectly.

Suddenly, he pulled away. Disappointment and frustration washed through her. If he was going to stop again, she was going to have to strangle him and have sex with him once he passed out.

“Take your shirt off,” he commanded as his heated gaze bored into her soul.

Arousal spread from the pit of her stomach down between her legs. She went wet from the unmistakable lust flowing in his eyes.

Keeping her eyes on his, she reached for the hem of her sweater. His eyes followed the movement as she lifted the garment, revealing naked skin inch by inch. By the time she pulled it over her breasts, his breathing had grown ragged.

She let the garment drop to the floor.

“Take your bra off too.” His gaze was glued to her breasts as he rocked his erection against her, making her pant.

“You do it.”

He lifted his gaze to her eyes.

“My hands seem to be full at the moment.” He squeezed her ass while thrusting against her.

“Then use your teeth.” She licked her lips.

His nostrils flared. “I can’t be gentle with you, Ava.”

“I don’t want gentle. I want you.” She wanted him any way she could get him.

Growling low in his throat, he bent his head, his hot mouth covering her bra-clad nipple. His wet mouth engulfed her as he licked and sucked through the lacey material. He moved his head in the valley between her breasts and nuzzled.

“God, you smell wonderful, like honeysuckle.” He moved his mouth to the bra clasp and bit.

She heard a snap before the cool air skidded across her heated skin. Shrugging out of her bra, it joined the shirt on the floor.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

She grabbed his head and pulled him toward her breasts. “I want to feel your mouth on me.” Her body was on fire, threatening to consume her alive.

Her head lolled against the wall as Damon licked her nipple before pulling the bud into his hot mouth. She cried out as he tortured her with his wicked tongue, stroke after stroke. Arching against him, she ground her hips against his thick erection trapped between her thighs.

“Take your shirt off.” She wanted to feel his naked chest against hers.

With his hands still on her body, he walked over to the bed and laid her down. She let her hands slide down his muscled arms as he stood back. Shrugging out of his jacket, he tossed it. He reached behind his head and tugged off his shirt.

She pushed up to her knees, trailing her hands up every defined muscle of his stomach to his broad chest. He pulled her against him. She gasped as the sparse hair on his chest rubbed against her hardened nipples.

“You’re making me wet,” she moaned against his lips as his hand caressed her ass.

“This isn’t a good idea.” His voice was hoarse, like he’d been running a marathon.

She swallowed, hoping his lust would override whatever honorable bullshit that was running through his mind. “We are both adults. I think we can do whatever we want. I want this, and from the feel of it, you do too.” She reached between their bodies and stroked his erection through his jeans. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and growled.

She palmed his cock, squeezing him as she ran her hand up and down the hardened length. He thrust against her hand.

Cupping her face between his hands, he forced her to look at him. Pleasure and pain danced across his handsome face. “You are the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen.”

His declaration seared her to her soul as she fought not to let the sting of tears end their pleasure.

“Kiss me, Damon.”

“Say that again.”

“Kiss me.”

“No.” He growled. “Say my name while your hand is on my cock.”

Keeping the steady pressure on his erection, she looked him directly in the eyes. “Damon.”

Chapter Five

His lustful growl made her ache between her legs.

She sighed as his tongue danced and tangled with hers. She rubbed her body against him, growing restless to feel the rest of him.

Her hands slid up to the fly of his jeans. She fingered the button open and unzipped him. His hips rocked back as she pulled the sides down into a vee. He wore no underwear, commando style. She sucked in a deep breath as his large cock strained upward.

“Like what you see?”

She clenched her thighs together, stilling the ache between her legs. Excited and aroused, she couldn’t wait to see how he was going to cram every inch of that inside her body.