Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
Gavin walked his mate into the house and shut the door behind them.
“How long will the pack be out, do you think?” she asked as she looked around the family room. He had a comfortable couch and matching chair, a state of the art sound system, and a flat screen hung over an electric fireplace.
He’d shared the house with his sister at one time, so he couldn’t take any credit for how the place was decorated, but he sure as hell hoped that Sadie liked it.
“I don’t know. It will be a few hours, at least, if they’re anything like the pride. I assume they’d be pretty similar to your pack.”
“I never got to hunt with my pack. My mom and I would go out on our own and stay close to the house.”
“Shit, that’s awful.”
She turned slowly to face him. “It was, which is why I kind of feel like I have no idea how normal shifter groups behave. Like would a pack normally run and hunt longer than their shifts or do they only go out for a few hours and come right back?” She shrugged and chewed on her bottom lip.
“I’m sure it varies. It does with the pride. Sometimes I run until dawn just because I feel like it.” He paused, then asked, “Are you wondering when Alli will show up?”
“Yeah.”
“Hard to say,” he said. “Probably a few more hours. Can I get you anything?”
She stared at him intently and he immediately wondered what she was thinking. He hoped she thought he was good looking, because he sure as hell thought she was incredible. She had long, pale blond hair that was almost white like her fur and the prettiest light blue eyes. Not to mention she had curves for days and lips that were made for kissing.
He hoped she didn’t mind that he was a tiger, because he thought it was cool as hell that she was an albino wolf.
She looked adorable in the worn, borrowed T-shirt.
He bet she looked better out of it.
Down boy .
He chided himself on his inner monologue wanting to rush things. She was sexy, and he couldn’t help but think sexy thoughts. But she’d come from a shitty situation and was clearly still feeling things out. The last thing she needed was him pawing at her, even though his tiger thought mating and marking her was the best idea on the planet.
He cleared his throat but didn’t know what to say.
She walked toward him slowly, her hips swaying and her eyes simmering with the amber of her wolf. She brushed up against him and a rush of her scent wrapped around him, heady with the scent of her arousal.
His fangs tingled in his gums as he cupped her face and stared down at her.
“Sexy female,” he murmured.
She licked her lips and nudged him backward. He took a step back and she mirrored him until the back of his legs hit the chair and he sat. She straddled his legs and settled on his lap.
“I want to talk,” she whispered huskily.
“We can.”
“But I want something else more. I’ve never felt so…I don’t even know how to articulate what I’m feeling. It’s too fast, but I can’t help myself.”
“We’re truemates, Sadie.”
He cupped her face again and she closed her eyes with a hum. “I know.”
“We can do whatever we want because we belong together. I was made for you, I’ve been waiting for you.” He leaned up a little and brushed his lips along her jaw, and she shivered.
“I was waiting for you too.”
She tilted her head and met his lips. The kiss went instantly from soft to desperate, as if neither of them could get enough of each other and they didn’t know how long they had.
Which was true on both counts.
He certainly couldn’t get enough of her. She smelled like heaven and tasted like a dream. He’d never been so turned on in his life, and it made his tiger so happy that she was right there with him.
“Damn, I want you, Gavin,” she said softly against his lips. She pressed the apex of her thighs against his denim-clad erection with a low groan.
“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you. Fucking sweetest angel, temptress, and vixen mixed up together.”
Her eyes flashed to red and she grinned, leaning in for another kiss.
As their tongues tangled, he slipped his hands up the outside of her thighs and under the shirt, lifting it slowly up her body. She lifted from the kiss long enough for him to help her tug the shirt off. He leaned forward for another kiss and cupped her breasts. They fit perfectly in his palms, heavy and tipped with tight nipples. He played with them, tugging lightly and pinching gently until she writhed on him with a wanton moan.
She played her hands over his upper body and then tugged on the shirt, and they stopped kissing long enough for him to pull the shirt off and toss it behind him.
She made an appreciative sound and smiled at him, then reached for the button of his jeans. As their lips met, his brain misfired and his tiger let out a happy purr.
He lifted his hips and helped her push his jeans down his thighs, and before he could get them all the way off, she grasped his cock with a wicked smile and then slowly lowered herself down on it.
She was hot and tight and they fit together perfectly.
He brought her to him again for another kiss as they just stayed still, joined together. He’d never felt more connected to a person in his life, and he hadn’t known her for long. He couldn’t imagine how much sweeter their connection would grow as they spent more time together.
But this right here?
Fucking awesome.
She leaned away from him with a soft growl and hooked her hand behind his neck. She lifted from him, sliding her heat up and then down. As she moved faster on him, he slid his hands under her thighs and helped her move, lifting his own hips to meet her movements. They moved together, harder, faster, and she kissed him once and then leaned back fully, letting go of him and grasping his knees. Her whole body was on display for him as she flexed her hips.
Giving her hips a little squeeze, he slid one hand across her abdomen and let his thumb graze her clit. She groaned and her hips moved faster. He circled her clit until he found just the spot that made her moan loudly and her movements falter, and he knew he’d hit gold. Playing with her, he touched that place over and over until she fell apart on a moan with his name at the end.
He'd never heard anything so amazing or seen anything so glorious.
Wanting to follow her while her body pulsed around him, he grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast until his canines lengthened and his claws pricked his fingertips as his whole world went white-hot.
When he came, she shuddered against him, lifting her upper body to wrap her arms around him.
He heard the growling purr in her chest a heartbeat before she sank her fangs into his throat to mark him, and he was so with her in the moment that he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from marking her with his fangs if he’d had a gun to his head.
As he extracted his fangs and nicked his tongue to smear his blood in the wound and ensure it would scar permanently, he caught the hint of her blood as she did the same and tenderly licked the mark she’d made on his neck.
“Um…I should’ve asked,” she whispered.
He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, loving the way she felt in his arms. And how amazing it was to be a marked and mated male.
“I would have said hell yes,” he said. “We’re truemates. We should mark each other whenever we want.”
“Good. I couldn’t really stop myself.”
“Me either.”
She snuggled against him. “That was pretty freaking hot.”
He grinned. “It sure as hell was.”
“Next time,” she said, looking up at him coyly, “let’s try the bed.”
“You got it, gorgeous.”
There was a long, quiet moment where neither of them said anything. Then she whispered, “Can it be next time already?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He rose to his feet with her in his arms and duck-walked to the bedroom with his pants falling around his ankles. Dropping her to the bed, he stripped quickly and joined her, their laughter morphing into moans of pleasure, and making this the best full moon of his life.