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Authors: Camryn Rhys,Krystal Shannan
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Cavanaugh arched an eyebrow at him. “Who are you to watch
my
alcohol consumption?”
“Just observant, ma’am. That’s all.” Rain took the glass of Scotch and handed money to the waitress, who got called away immediately. Busy place, for two in the morning.
“I can handle my liquor.” Princess Cavanaugh smashed her empty glass onto the console between their machines.
He was surprised it didn’t crack into pieces. Rain wasn’t about to touch that sentence with someone else’s pole. Women who got defensive about their drinking never took it well when you pointed out how drunk they were.
The Princess may not have been falling down, but she had more of a superior edge to her voice with each drink, and he had a feeling she wasn’t at full capacity, either.
“You just want to get in her pants.” Cavanaugh waved him off, dismissive.
He also wasn’t going to touch that sentence. Rain picked up her glass and waved at the busy waitress again. “Another Cosmo for the lady,” he called out.
The Princess pressed her lips together. She wanted her drink as much as he wanted his. They all needed to do something to
forget.
“So, what? Now, you want to get in my pants?” She swiped her empty glass out of his hand and for the briefest of moments, her breath caught when their skin touched.
Rain could actually see her breasts bounce inside that conservative dress. He felt like a mosquito on a collision course with a windshield in slow motion. He could see his doom speeding toward him, but was powerless to stop it. He had a boob thing, and she had fabulous tits. Plus, the way she responded to the chemistry between them… was so…surprising.
She wasn’t frowning at him, like some of the uptight society chicks liked to do when he and his Ranger buddies walked into one of their snooty bars. But she also wasn’t glassy-eyed-for-the-bad-boy.
He couldn’t help that he liked it.
“You’re not wearing pants,” he pointed out when the waitress brought the fresh Cosmo.
The Princess rolled her hazel eyes and downed the drink in a few long gulps. She slammed it back on the console and slipped out of her chair, standing so close to him, he could feel the heat of where her legs almost touched his.
“It makes for easy fucking,” she whispered. The light touch of her breath on his ear, coupled with the smell of the alcohol, and the deeper, woodier scent of a wolf, down in a darker place, called to him.
Rain turned his head quickly, so they were face-to-face, and barely more than a breath away from kissing. He held his position, willing his racing blood to normalize. The energy wrapped around him and pulled him toward her like he might fall into a black hole.
“You…you want…you said…” He couldn’t finish a sentence. All he could do was replay her saying the words
easy fucking
and smell the arousal rising between them.
“No need to stutter.” She blinked and the almost-touch of her lips on his made him consider leaning forward for a kiss. “I can see that you want sex. I’ve just told you I want sex. Who knows how much time we have before we’re called back in, and I like the way your body responds to mine.”
Rain’s lips curled into a smile. He liked this woman. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, keeping his voice intentionally low.
“Follow me,” she whispered.
Before he knew what was happening, she’d slipped off and around the high row of slot machines.
In one hand, she carried a black, sequined clutch, and in the other, a long, sleek smart phone. She swayed just the tiniest bit, and stopped halfway down the hall to wait for him.
Rain caught up and waited for her to keep walking, but instead, she slipped into a small alcove, where a light wooden door read
Maintenance Only
.
The Princess dropped her clutch and her phone onto the floor and pulled Rain toward her, turning him around so that his back was on the door, and digging at his pants. The swirl of alcohol and the pounding energetic high almost sent him reeling.
Then she put her mouth on him, and Rain was lucky he stayed conscious.
T
he man smelled
like good sex, and that was exactly what Nora wanted. She swept her tongue through his mouth and moaned. He tasted as good as she’d imagined he would, too.
By the gods, there was something about him that just...she couldn’t put her finger on it. Between the buzz of the liquor and the desire to feel something besides the numbness tethered to her soul, this militaryesque enforcer from NOLA was about to get the ride of his life.
Nora made quick work of the man’s belt, undid his fly and slipped her hand into his boxers. She curled her fingers around his thick cock and a shiver of excitement skittered through her entire nervous system, starting at her pussy and radiating out to every extremity.
He tried to say something, but the words were completely garbled by their wrestling tongues. She refused to pull away. Their phones could go off any second. Her window of opportunity was
now
. Her father was occupied and no one was watching her.
A growl rumbled from deep in the man’s chest.
She squeezed the base of his cock, then stroked its length slowly. The growl turned into a moan and she smiled against his lips. He was putty in her hand now. She chuckled, squeezing his hard cock again.
Not putty. Not even close to putty.
“What’s funny?”
She snapped her attention back to his face. What was his name?
Rans. Raner. Rain!
That’s what someone had called him in the conference room. “Why aren’t you kissing me?”
“I, well…you. Nevermind.” He tightened his grip around her torso with one hand and slid the other around to cup the back of her neck. His lips slanted over hers and he consumed her, stealing her breath.
When he finally came up for air, she was panting and her thighs were slick with arousal. She released his cock and ground her hips against him.
Rain’s hands gripped her ass, lifted her from the floor, and turned them so she was pinned between his rock hard body and the maintenance door.
Exactly where she wanted to be.
She hiked her dress and wrapped her legs around his waist.
His cock nudged her entrance and he groaned into her mouth. “Naked and wet.”
Panties were something she rarely bothered with. They were always in the way, and sometimes got left behind as evidence —not a mistake she could ever afford to make.
Nora nipped his bottom lip and dug her fingers in to his iron shoulders. Her body pulsated in anticipation of being filled. She needed to feel. Her magick thrummed around between them, pushing her toward him.
He drove his cock into her slick entrance.
She
moaned this time. “Yes.” Harder. Faster. More. She rode his cock as he pumped into her, digging her heels into his firm ass.
Damn.
This man was all muscle.
It’d been a while since she’d been with a werewolf or a soldier. The combination was heady.
“Harder.” She wanted, no…
needed
…that edge of pain—just enough to push her into that place where her mind could forget how much her heart hurt.
Sex was the only time she found peace from her torment. Escaping to the high of a good fuck made the next day bearable. At least, it made her think less about what she’d lost. What her family had taken from her.
Her body contracted around his and she bit back a yell. They were in a hallway after all.
He came hard, slamming her into the door. She clung to his shoulders, riding the sensations of his pulsing cock until stars burst behind her closed eyelids. The orgasm unfurled one petal at a time until she was drifting in her favorite floaty place—somewhere between reality and a psychedelic high.
Nora shuddered through one last wave of her orgasm and sighed against Rain’s chest. Content, and still a little buzzed.
Or was that something else buzzing?
Shit.
She unlocked her legs and tapped his arms. “Put me down.”
Rain complied, then quickly tucked himself back into his pants. “Damn that was—”
“They’re calling us back to the meeting at the top of the hour. We have fifteen minutes.”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and swiped the screen. “Yep, same message. I’ll head up now.”
“Oh, no you don’t.” Fear clawed at her heart. “You have to shower before you go around another wolf. My father can
never
know.”
“Look, princess. Your father might be King Cavanaugh, but he’s not my alpha and I don’t give a shit what he thinks.”
“Well I do, so first you go to your hotel room and take a shower.”
“You gonna watch?” Rain squinted his eyes and smiled. He might be sloshed, but he was a damn cute drunk.
“Will it make you walk faster?” She shoved his massive shoulders, turning him to face the elevator bay at the end of the hallway.
“Mmmmhmmm.”
“Then, yes. Get moving.”
He ambled along the hallway beside her. One of his hands rested on the small of her back and flirted with the top of her ass. If he thought she was showering with him, he had another thing coming.
She sidestepped, trying to put a little distance between them, but he didn’t miss a beat and moved just as quickly so he didn’t lose the connection between them. Damn if that little fact didn’t warm her stony heart just slightly.
It was dangerous to care, and Nora wouldn’t make that mistake again. She rolled her neck took a deep breath and steeled herself against the handsome enforcer’s charm.
“Stop touching me,” she hissed. “Someone will see.”
“Are you embarrassed?” he asked, withdrawing his hand from her backside as they waited for the doors of the elevator to open.
“Nope. Just protecting you.”
“Princess, I already told you I don’t care what your f—”
She pressed a finger to his lips as the elevator doors open. “You don’t know anything about my father. And you don’t want to. So keep your mouth closed, soldier.” They stepped into the box and she dropped her hand to press the button for their floor.
Magick crackled in the air between them and Nora was sick to her stomach. The alcohol content of her blood was metabolizing, her head was clearing, and the attraction she’d felt for him at the slot machine bar was syncing in her mind as more than lust. Her wolf agreed.
She should run from Rain for his own good, but that was the last thing she wanted to do.
“Can you feel that?”
She glanced up and met his burning gaze. “No,” she growled. “You’re drunk. It’s nothing. Ignore it.”
She had to. A soldier from New Orleans. Her father would flip his switch if she didn’t choose a man for money or power. And an enforcer from the voodoo-witchy-superstitious capital of the country wouldn’t pass muster any more than the sweet man she’d lost a year ago. Her father hadn’t come right out and said he’d killed him, but it was close enough.
Nora rubbed one of the custom leather armbands she wore to hide the tattoos marking her as mated. They were easy enough to explain away to a human, but the wolf next to her wouldn’t have touched her if he’d seen them.
The doors rang and opened to their floor, jarring her back to the present. Back to her latest escape, the six-foot-plus-two-hundred-twenty-pound-werewolf itching to get his paws on her again.
She could practically taste his desire filtering to her through their magick. They needed space between them. And soon.
“This way, princess.” Rain took charge and marched off the elevator. He swung a right and she followed quickly behind him.
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Loves Florentines and lightbulbs. Writes about cowboys who cook and demons who captain airships and werewolves who save the world. Once met Queen Elizabeth. Can swallow a sword. Eats jalepenos by the handful. Former chef, turned writer. Currently living in Canada. Owns a falcon. Not all parts of this bio are equally true.
