Act of Surrender: An Immortal Ops World Novel (PSI-Ops / Immortal Ops Book 2) (21 page)

“Doc Wolf,” she said softly.

“Yes?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

He paused. “I want to. Ohgods, do I want to. But, Laney, my control around you is shaky. If I kiss you and you’re in just that shirt and I’m in just these sweatpants, this will go too far.”

“Okay,” she said, and before he knew it she was pressed against him, on her knees, her hands finding his face. “Hagen, look at me. Please.”
 

He did.

“You saved my life tonight,” she said, looking so incredibly young with her makeup washed off that James held more guilt about their age difference.
 

He nodded slightly.

Laney’s lips met his and her kiss was tender and short. Too short. The wolf in him roared to life, wanting more. So did the man. He tossed his arms out, his hands going to the top of the back of his sofa in an attempt to keep from yanking the gorgeous woman near him onto his lap.

Where he wanted her to be more than anything.

She crawled up and over his lap, her wet hair falling onto his bare shoulders. He’d been so concerned about her that he’d tossed on a pair of sweatpants and nothing more after his shower. He wished he’d put on armor, because his cock was rock-fucking-hard and there was no hiding it from her.

“Laney?” he asked, his voice strained.

She settled herself on his lap and then kissed him again. He held so tight to the sofa back he thought he might actually rip the thing off the base. Pulling his mouth back, he broke the kiss, only to keep from flipping her onto her back and driving into her.
 

She wasn’t ready for that.

Her dark gaze searched his face. “I want you, Hagen. I want all of you.”
 

She is a virgin who has been through a traumatic experience
, he reminded himself. His cock throbbed and twitched against her mound. It, apparently, couldn’t give a shit.

Laney reached down between them and boldly put her hand on his distended flesh. James sucked in a sharp breath and jolted with a start beneath her.
 

“Laney, please. You don’t want this. You’ll regret it,” he said.

She kissed him again, her tongue artfully easing around his as she rubbed his clothed cock. When he realized she was undoing the dress shirt she now wore with her free hand, James considered bolting and running, locking the door behind him. If only to save her from his lack of willpower.

Damn if his body didn’t refuse to budge.

He ground his hips upwards, taking control of the kiss. Laney reached for his arms. Her breasts, covered only by thin material, pressed to his chest. He nearly came then and there. It had been a long time for him.

Too fucking long.

He’d never last if she kept this up.

Her fingers found the waistband of his sweatpants and she met his gaze, slowing the kiss, giving him a questioning look. “Am I hurting you?”
 

“I’m dying a little inside as I try to keep from taking advantage of you, but other than that—” He squirmed under her, his cock painfully hard. “—I’m good.”
 

“It looks like I’m hurting you,” she said, her free hand coming to his cheek. “Hagen, if I am, tell me.”

“Don’t stop,” he found himself saying.

She eased open his sweatpants, and the moment her hand wrapped around the head of his cock, James stopped trying to restrain himself and gave in, his hands going to the dress shirt she wore. He paused, his breathing harsh. “Yes or no, Laney?”

“Yes,” she whispered a second before he tore the shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere.
 

He didn’t care that he’d just ruined one of his shirts. All he cared about were her breasts as they spilled forth. They were just the right size, filling his hands as he cupped them, his mouth making love to hers. He wanted to drive into her, take what he wanted, but he couldn’t.

She’d never been with a man before.

He needed to be gentle.

James stood, lifting Laney up with him and turning her, placing her on the sofa. He stared down at her there, the shirt open wide, her breasts exposed to him. His gaze went to her black panties and a wolfish grin spread over his face as he lowered himself, going to his knees before the sofa. He traced a line down between her breasts and over her stomach before he reached her panties. With a slight tug he lowered them, his gaze never leaving hers as he dipped his head, inhaling the sweet scent of her cream.

The woman smelled divine.

He worked her panties off her with ease, casting them aside, his head returning to between her legs. He opened them more and nibbled lightly on her inner thighs.

She ran her hands through the top of his hair as he lowered his mouth to her slit. He flicked his tongue over her clit and she jerked under him, making him smile as she began to pant with each swipe. He pressed a finger to her wet core but he didn’t push it in, not yet. He waited and she reached down, grabbing his hand, shaking her head.

He assumed she wanted it to end. His dick wanted to howl with frustration. Stopping nearly killed him, but being a man of honor, he moved to stand and give her the space she needed.

“No,” she said. “Don’t go.”
 

Confused, he tipped his head to the side. “Sweeting?”

“I want your…” She looked at his groin. “…to be what takes my virginity, not your finger. You.”
 

Hot need slammed into him. He had to strain to talk and not allow his mouth to shift shape. “No, let me get you ready for me.”
 

“Hagen, please.”
 

Dammit. He couldn’t tell her no and mean it.
 

My woman has me tied around her little finger.

He’d been so swept up in meeting her and in worrying about her safety that he’d not really had a moment to process what he knew was true. As the reality of it sank in and James thought harder about events, he took a giant step back.
 

“Holy crapola,” he said, echoing the words she’d used before.

Laney propped herself on her elbows, looking even more sexy, if that were even possible. “Hagen?”
 

“We need to stop,” he said, wanting to do anything but.

“Oh, we need to get this darn show on the road, bucko,” she said, reaching for him.
 

James went to her and bent over her, her smell filling his head. “Laney, you don’t understand. I think…I think you’re my mate. Actually, I more than think you are. I know that doesn’t mean anything to you, but to me, to others like me, it’s a huge deal. It means the chances of me claiming you, even if you don’t want me to, are high. It’s been over a century since I’ve been with a woman, and I know for a fact I won’t be able to stop myself with you.”
 

She blinked up at him. “How friggin’ old are you?”

He bit the corner of his lip. “Old.”
 

“Like Dracula kind of old?” she asked.

As much as he disliked being associated with a vampire, even a fictional one, he understood her line of questioning. “No. Not that old.”
 

“But old enough to have a century under your belt?” she questioned.

“Uh, more than one,” he said softly.

She stared at his chest. “What does claiming entail? Does it leave you buried deep in me? If so, I say we do it.”
 

Fuck!

“Laney.”
 

She gave him a pointed stare. “LabLupus, either get over here now and do me or so help me God I will walk out of here and never speak to you again.”
 

James couldn’t help but smile as he slid his sweatpants off. Laney’s eyes widened as she stared at his long, thick cock as it bobbed before her, nearly eye level with the position she was in.

“Oh, is that going to work?”
 

He grunted. “It’s been a long time, but I’m pretty sure he remembers how this goes.”
 

She blew out a long breath, sending strands of her dark hair flying. “No. I mean, will that fit in me?”
 

He nearly laughed. “Let me get you ready, sweeting.”
 

She reached for him and he moved up and over her partially, his lips returning to hers. His intention was to kiss her, get her body to relax some, and then to slide down the length of her and use his tongue and fingers to prepare her for sex.

Laney clearly had other intentions. She reached between them and grabbed his cock roughly, jerking on it, lining it up with her pussy. She was fast, too fast for him as she pressed herself up, causing his cockhead to spear her entrance. Hot, tight, wet pleasure greeted him and he nearly lost control then and there. He met with resistance and lost ability to act like a rational man. Instead, he drove into her tight channel, pushing in, going balls deep, making her cry out in his arms.

The realization he had hurt her hit him hard.

James froze.

Laney clawed at his upper arms. “More. Don’t stop. Keep going.”
 

His lips found hers and he smiled quickly, his cock more than happy to keep going. He pumped in and out of her, slow at first, giving her the time he should have before to adjust to his size. When she began to counter his thrusts, James sped things up, pounding into her harder and faster.

He’d never last like this. He’d never make it. She felt too good and it had been too long.

He was so worried about coming before she did that he didn’t notice his wolf creeping up on him. James never realized until it was too late, until he was slamming into his woman, his teeth now lengthened, his wolf dancing on the surface. His gaze locked onto her shoulder.

“Mine!” he growled out, his head going down quickly, his teeth sinking into her tender flesh. Her blood filled his mouth and he tried to beat his wolf down, to make it stop. He couldn’t. His body was on autopilot as he thrust into his woman, claiming her fully.

She held tight to him, her nails biting into his skin. He felt her channel tightening around his cock and then releasing, repeating the actions again, and he knew she’d hit her zenith. He pushed in hard and deep, stilling, her blood easing down his throat as his seed jetted into her.

“Yes, yours,” she whispered against his ear.

The minute she spoke the words, it felt as if some unseen force was in the room with them, weaving threads between them, connecting them for all eternity. James managed to tear his mouth from her shoulder and looked down, realizing what he’d done. In stunned horror, he nearly pulled out and left her body, but Laney locked her legs around him, countering his moves, her pussy milking the seed from his body.

She licked her fingertips and James realized his blood was on them from where she’d scratched him during sex. “Mine,” she said, her eyes flashing with a burst of colors.

Fuck DNA samples. He had proof. She was plenty supernatural if her eyes could do that.

“Yours,” he said, nodding and then lowering his mouth and licking her shoulder where he’d bitten her. The bite healed instantly and James’s cock, which should have been spent and in need of a break between rounds, remained rock hard as he kept going, kept moving in and out of his mate.

His wife.

Smiling, he found her lips and kissed her, her arms wrapping around his neck as she returned each swipe of his tongue with her own.

Wow. I got my V-card punched by the hottest, hung werewolf, ever.

James stilled, Laney’s voice ringing through his head. His lips shook against her mouth. V-card? Hung?

His wife was something indeed and he planned to punch her card over and over again all night long.

Chapter Eighteen

Laney rolled onto her side and looked at Hagen as he slept. He was gorgeous and she could have sworn the man had bulked up more in the three days they’d spent holed up in his home, learning one another’s body completely. She traced a finger over the hard planes of his torso and his eyes snapped open, his green gaze looking hungry for more sex.

She giggled. “Oh no. No more of that right now. I think you’ve had enough.”

He rolled up and over her so fast that she gasped. Her legs opened for him, already trained as to how to respond to his nearness. His cockhead pushed against her core. “I’ll never have enough.”
 

She touched his stubble-covered chin. “Hagen, we should get up. Don’t you have to work or something?”

He laughed. “Yes, but they’ve given me time off for my honeymoon.”

She licked her lips. “I still can’t believe you’re my husband. It’s so weird.”

He kissed her, his cock easing into her slowly. He settled in, balls deep, but didn’t move. “It’s perfect. It’s not weird.”

Yes, it’s weird.

No
, she heard his voice in her mind.
It’s not.

She gasped and sat up, knocking heads with him, making him withdraw from her body. “Holy crapola, you lied. You can totally read my mind!”

Laughing, Hagen touched her forehead. “Are you okay?”

She swatted his hand away. “Dude, you read my mind. That is it. I’m wearing a tin foil hat to bed. Period.”

He gave her a serious expression. “Laney, I didn’t lie before. I couldn’t read it then. I think my head was a little screwed up with anxiety. It wasn’t until I fully claimed you that I was able to read your thoughts.”

She pursed her lips. “Really?”

He nodded. “Really.”

She pulled a pillow up and used it to cover the front of her body. “Can I read yours?”

“With some practice, yes,” he said.

“That makes it cooler.”

He grinned and reached for her, his fingers skimming her nipple. “I want to be in you.”

“You always want to be in me.”

“I know,” he said. “Life is good. I get to stay in bed with the woman I love.”

Laney eased back and stared at him. “What?”

Hagen sat up more, his cock, long, hard and thick, sticking up from his neatly maintained thatch of hair between his legs. “I’m not sure what you’re asking me, sweeting.”

“You love me?”

He gave her the “you simple sweet woman” look again. She hated that look. “Laney, of course I love you.”