Wolf's Ascension (18 page)

“He’s a man I used to date. I hadn’t gone out with him for a few weeks. Nice enough guy, but not for me.”

“I should say not! I’m for you,” he said arrogantly.

She laughed, patting his arm. “Of course you are, love.”

She went into the bedroom and started packing clothes into the boxes they’d brought with them. Michael had brought a few bits and pieces to the lodge but the bulk of her stuff was still there. Andreas smiled appreciatively as he watched her put her lingerie into a box.

“You have very good taste in underwear. Now, what exactly happened with this Frank?”

“Thanks, I love fancy panties. Do you want a detailed sexual history and if so, will you be giving me yours?” she said flippantly, folding things and putting them into boxes.

“Okay, fine.”

“You really want that?”

“Yes.”

She sighed. “Okay, suit yourself. In detail, then. We had sex once, it was okay. His dick was thin. The experience was not very satisfying. I like some girth on a man. He had an okay technique in bed. Seemed to like doing it and put some effort into making me feel good—which is more than I can say for many men. He was totally silent when we fucked, which I found to be unnerving. We broke up because, among other things, he had an odd obsession with porn. Loved it. Had stacks and stacks of it. Just creeped me out that the guy probably had thousands of dollars’ worth of porno.

“Before Frank, back in Atlanta, I went out with Geoff Pierce for two years. The sex was pretty good. We were young but eager to learn and try new things. I broke it off when I moved out here. I have no doubt that he’s married now. He’s that kind of guy, which is lovely but not what I wanted from him.

“Um, before that there were a few guys here and there. I was a virgin until I was nineteen. Matt Smith was my first. A totally mediocre experience. He didn’t seem to know that most women can’t climax during intercourse without some sort of direct clitoral stimulation. In fact, he didn’t make much of an attempt to find out where my clit was, the selfish pig. He was not an oral sex guy. Well, giving anyway, he liked getting. And frankly, I may just be twenty-four and all, but if a man wants you to go downtown, the bus had better travel both ways, if you know what I mean.

“All in all, I’ve had intercourse with four men, including you. Not very exciting or wild. Is that what you wanted?” She turned to him, stifling a smile at his pale face.

“More than I wanted. Thanks for the visuals.”

“You did ask. I tried to stop you. For what it’s worth, I don’t really want your sexual history, unless you’ve had sex with people I know. And then again, maybe not even then,” she said.

The thought of her having a sexual life before him unnerved him to a certain extent. He also knew it would be a good time to tell her about his sexual experience with the other females in the Pack, but the need to have her right that moment pushed all of that out of his head.

Instead he took her to the plush carpet and captured her lips with desperate passion. “I want you,” he breathed into her mouth as he nibbled on that luscious lower lip. “I want you every way I can have you, every moment I can have you.”

The need to have her, to touch her and possess her, burned through him. He wanted his touch to erase the thought of her past with anyone else from her head. He wanted to give her a thousand orgasms, bring her so much pleasure that all her waking hours were filled with desire for him. For his touch.

Her eyes widened in surprise at the intensity of his response but she gave in, lids sliding halfway shut as his hands caressed her.

Bending down, he captured a nipple between sharp white teeth, through her blouse and her bra. It wasn’t enough. Hissing in pleasure, she arched into his mouth, wanting more. Hands yanked his shirt up, her nails raking over his skin, digging into the meat of his muscle. The sharp sensation of it drove him, tested his control. Breaking contact momentarily, he tore his shirt up and over his head, summarily removing hers, as well. She lay beneath him, desire-tousled, pleasure-drunk. Her breath came in short pants and he reached down, unsnapping the front closure on her bra. Her breasts came free and he stilled for a moment, taking in their beauty. High, perky and mouthwatering, her nipples large and hard at his perusal.

“So pretty. Your nipples are so damn pretty. They make my mouth water. I want to bite them and lick them and tug on them all day.” To underline that, both hands reached out to her nipples, fingers rolling and tugging until she began to whimper and writhe beneath his touch.

His need caught hers, engulfing her. Drowned her and set her on fire all at once. She wanted him so much it robbed her of breath. Her skin burned where he touched her, tingled in the wake of his glance. Never, not with any other man, had she felt such a level of fiery need to be with someone. To feel desired and possessed and the center of his attentions.

Desperate for more contact, she arched her hips, rolling them to grind her denim-clad pussy against his cock. The seam there pressed against her swollen clit and she moaned softly.

“Jesus, Kari. The way you are, damn it, you’re so fucking sexy.”

Despite the intensity of the encounter, joy bubbled up and out of her mouth as a laugh. Her hands frantically struggled to get his pants unfastened and he pushed her away with a groan and pulled them off himself. The moment he moved back into her reach, she grabbed him with both hands as he spilled out of his underwear, and he yelped. She let go, afraid she’d hurt him.

“No, god, no. Don’t stop,” he panted, putting her hands back around his cock.

He practically ripped her jeans from her, the panties followed. Pausing, he looked down at her. Desire deepened the color of his eyes and she was caught up in them. His lips were wet from licking her nipples, swollen from kissing her. His gaze went back to her breasts and he leaned over, touching them, kneading them. “I want to fuck these,” he said in a deep rumble.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times but there weren’t words. The power of his want of her rendered her speechless. Nonetheless, her body responded. Her pussy gushed cream and her nipples hardened to the point of pain. It was all she could do to nod slowly.

Without taking his eyes from hers, he took her hands and put them where his were. She found herself holding her breasts together, creating a tight channel of flesh for him. For his cock.

A cock she was unable to resist as he slid in between her breasts with a hiss of pleasure. Leaning down, she swirled her tongue around his glistening cockhead each time it came toward her. That sweet, tangy taste of him tortured her senses over and over.

“Sweet heaven,” he stuttered, stroking himself through the tight passage. What a sight she made there. Spread out beneath him, wanton and sexy. Her gaze met his as she licked over the head of his cock, looking into him with such depth of feeling that he felt he was falling into her. The sight of her pink tongue lapping at him each time he thrust, lips swollen, small hands holding those luscious breasts together as he fucked them, brought a shiver through his system as he felt his climax approach, quicksilver up his spine.

Growling, he pulled back and turned her over. “That’s it, little wolf. Ass up, head down.”

He knew she was soaking wet, he could smell her pussy, hot and ready to be fucked. Without preamble, he spread her thighs and plunged deep and hard into her cunt. Crying out, she arched back to meet his thrusts.

He kneaded the globes of her pretty little ass, keeping her wide open to his strokes. Looking down, he watched his cock disappear into her sweet pussy and come back out, slick with her juices. He loved the way it looked as her body clutched his each time he pulled nearly all the way out. Loved the depth of color of her labia as her pretty cunt flushed for him.

And her ass. Her ass was so pretty. The little bit of anal play he’d given her the few nights before had only sparked his desire for more. He stroked a finger over her rosette, and she stiffened and then relaxed with a shaky sigh.

“You’re so pretty. You have no idea how much it turns me on that you trust me,” he crooned and she relaxed a bit, waiting.

Sliding his fingers through her pussy to gather her lube, he stroked a thumb over her ass and then pushed into her slowly. She tensed up and he pet her with his free hand, making soothing sounds. Reaching around, he flicked a fingertip over her clit and she groaned, relaxing enough for his thumb to slip into her more easily. The muscles in her pussy clenched and his balls drew closer to his body.

“Hmm, you like that, don’t you? One of these days, very soon you know, I’m going to put my cock here. Fuck this pretty little ass while you beg me for more.”

She moaned softly in response.

Sweat rolled off his body as he slammed into her, fingering her ass as he went. The fingers of his other hand stroked in time over her clit. She wriggled back against him with soft mewls of pleasure and entreaties for more.

When he pinched her perineum between the thumb inside of her and his index finger he knew it would push her over. And he was right. Her spine curved and a long, soft moan broke from her as she came.

Her pussy clenched and fluttered, gripping his cock in a tight wall of hot, wet flesh. How in the hell could any mortal man withstand the sight of her there, arched, flushed and writhing with pleasure with his cock buried deep inside her? It was certainly a task beyond his control. A bone-deep shudder broke up his spine as he orgasmed, feeling as if his entire body was shooting through the end of his cock.

“Oh for... Your cunt is so fucking hot.”

The totality of being taken in such a feral way settled into her skin. By this man who had such a raw, deep abiding need for her—it would have terrified her from anyone else. But from Andreas, it made her feel more alive. Made the scent of the pine trees outside more crisp, brought more resonance to the sound of the rain against the windowpanes. The weight of him, his hips curved around hers, brought a deep satisfaction to her soul.

It was so much and yet just enough. Right up to the brim of sensory overload. Edgy, dark, thrilling. Sex with Andreas could be soft and sweet but more often sharp and exciting. His need sliced through her. The tang of it rode the edge of pleasure-pain that awakened something deep within her. A need to be desired with that nearly uncontrollable force. The yearning for fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, of teeth grasping the tendons in her neck to hold her still. She didn’t have words or explanation for this dark lure of his immense sexuality but she loved it nonetheless.

With a long groan, her legs gave out and she collapsed to the carpet. He slipped out and followed, pulling her into his body, his face in her hair.

They both lay curled into each other as they caught their breath. Kari turned to face him, kissing his forehead. “Wow. That was...wow. Andreas, what brought that on?”

“You did. You always do. Just being with you, hearing you talk about sex with anyone else. I had to have you. Each time is better than the last, little wolf. Even now I want you again.”

No one had ever known her body so well. Had played her senses, emotions and responses with such expertise and passion. The raw need in him when he touched her was addictive and overwhelming but those moments on the floor, the carpet biting into first her back and then her knees, had been the most powerful sexual experience she’d ever had. She craved him like nothing she’d experienced before.

“Well, even now I want you to have me again, but I need to be at Instaware in—” she looked at her watch “—fifteen minutes. We need to get going.”

He stood and helped her up. They both groaned at their sore muscles and then laughed. She freshened up quickly and they left. Andreas waited in her office, needing to make some business calls anyway.

* * *

The meeting with her boss was easier than she’d thought it would be. He was sad to see her go but there was an easy enough replacement in the temp who had been handling her work when she was out. Kari had been cheered by his request to call him when she got her own business up and running.

Free of any other responsibilities, they headed to Seattle to go shopping. When they walked into Tiffany’s he stole a look down at her and smiled at the stunned look on her face as she took in all the rings.

He sat in front of the case she peered into. “Go for it. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

She would have jumped up and down squealing had she not been inside the home of the blue box. Instead she gave him a quick grin, replaced by a more mature smile, and perused the array of rings beneath the glass. A salesperson came over to help.

Kari knew what she wanted—a pear-shaped diamond with twin sapphires on either side. She’d seen it in the window as she’d shopped at Pacific Place a few months back. The band was platinum, nice and sturdy. Simple, not a whole lot of flash, but the diamond was a carat and the sapphires were a quarter-carat each. Elegant without being gaudy. She pointed to it and the woman pulled it out of the case and set it on a velvet pad. Kari tried it on. It fit perfectly.

Andreas approved, the ring suited her well. “Is there a ring that could serve as a companion to this one?” The salesclerk brought out a men’s band with a pavé diamond, a sapphire on each side. All of the stones were set within the band and were much smaller than a woman’s setting, but he preferred that anyway.

“Do you like it?” he asked Kari.

She looked up at him, eyes shining, cheeks flushed. “Yes. It’s perfect.” Sliding the ring off when the clerk brought out the box, Kari saw the price tag and blanched. “Oh never mind! Let’s look at other rings.”

He put his hand on her arm. “Why? I can see how much you love that ring. You’ve looked at it before, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I saw it in the window a while back. But, Andreas, that ring costs more than an economy car.”

“Kari, marriage is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. This ring, these rings—” he pointed to the band he’d chosen to complement hers “—are not a hardship. Believe me. I’m going to buy this ring for you. You want it. I want it for you. End of story.”