Chapter 6
That orgasm had blown his mind. So many times he’d been on the brink of coming. Somehow, he’d held back, wanting to prolong it, to enjoy her for as long as possible. She was a daring she-wolf, and he almost wished he’d let her have more control, to see what her wild side was all about, because he knew, he could just tell, that she had one.
Her left hand was lazily tracing patterns onto his back, and he closed his eyes, enjoying her sweet, tender touch. Her nails had pierced his skin in a few places, but he had enjoyed it. Everything they had experienced he had enjoyed.
“You know my story,” she said after a moment.
He popped his eyes open. She was so beautiful, but right now, she looked almost fragile. Not something he’d expected.
“What’s yours?” she asked.
Anders ducked his head and kissed her nose. “I’m a werewolf, like you. Nothing else for you to worry about.”
She jerked back. Doing so forced his cock out of her, and Anders sucked in a breath of disappointment. “Not worry about? You’re a wolf I don’t know. I… I shouldn’t have…”
“Don’t tell me you regret us.”
“There is no us.” She sat up.
“Gonna leave me all alone in this cold bed.” He stretched out.
Her eyes roved over his body, lingering on his still hard cock.
“Just one night.” Was he pleading? He never begged. “We can have a repeat performance or two…”
“I…”
“You don’t have a boyfriend, do you? What’s the big deal? You’re a wolf. I’m a wolf. Clearly, we’re attracted to each other. Why does there have to be more to this than what it is?”
Her jaw muscles tightened.
“Worried about what Daddy will think?” he mocked.
Her eyes flashed, changing to amber. “What do you know of my father?” she hissed.
“Nothing.” He shrugged as he sat up. “Just figured someone’s opinion of you is what’s holding you back.”
“Holding me back from what?” She crossed her arms, drawing his attention to her perfectly ripe breasts.
“Holding you back from being the fierce, wild she-wolf you can be.”
Rolling her eyes, she snorted. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”
“I know you’re amazing in bed. I know how tight your muscles clench when you orgasm. I know you’re a screamer.”
She just shook her head, obviously not convinced.
“Hey, if you’re willing to walk away, go. But if you want to actually live a little, on your terms…” He smirked. “Or on mine, we can have some good times. Even if it’s just for one night.”
“One night?”
“Two wolves crossing paths randomly at a bar? Seems too much of a coincide to me. Especially when both wolves are tens.”
“Tens.” She snorted, but she placed one knee beside him then the other, straddling him. Her hair tossed back as she leaned forward to nibble on his neck. When she pulled back, she stared down at him. “One night isn’t too long, I suppose.”
His cock had softened during his convincing, but now it started to harden again. “Whatever you want,” he promised.
Her eyes twinkled. “Right now, I actually want to go clean up.” After a long, deep kiss, she pried herself away and entered his bathroom.
Man, oh man, he had not expected her to give in. She knew how to surprise him, that was for sure, and he so appreciated that. The women before her, most of them had only lasted a short while with him. He’d always felt like he was looking for his place in this world, like he was missing something he didn’t even know where to begin to search for it. Not to say he thought here was where he wanted to grow roots. Arizona just wasn’t home. And not to say he thought that what was missing was a woman.
But a she-wolf…
No. How could he even contemplate that?
She emerged from the bathroom. A few water drops clung to her body, and his mouth watered. Damn, she was fine.
Slowly, hips swaying, she approached him. “Lie down on your stomach,” she demanded.
His arms curled around her waist, yanking her to him. In one swift move, he had her flat on her back on the bed. “I rather like you beneath me.”
Her fists hit his chest. “But I want?—”
“To be on top?” He rolled them over, so she stared down at him. “Happy now?”
But her eyes were amber again. Her fingers turned into claws on his shoulders, and almost before he knew what she was doing, she had him flipped onto his back, her legs straddling him.
Claws dug beneath his right shoulder blade.
“How dare you!”
Shit.
He forced himself onto all fours and flung her off his back. She landed on her feet, and he turned around quick enough to be able to block her few blows.
“How could you.” Her face was nearly unrecognizable, twisted so with fury and raw anger. “Did you know who I was all along?”
“Yes, Misti Wolventon.”
Trembling with rage, she slashed at him, her lips contorting as her teeth changed into fangs.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said even though he knew she was beyond reasoning.
“Too late for that.” Quicker than a wolf should be able to move, she grabbed her clothes, dressed in lightning speed, and hurried out the door.
Feeling oddly bereft, Anders stomped over to the door and slammed it shut. He locked it and deadbolted it before entering his bathroom. By using a hand mirror, he turned to be able to see what she had seen.
The burned marks, long ago faded, that revealed him to be a member of the Shadowed Stars pack. A curved line of stars, the topmost the largest, the bottommost the smallest.
Two rival packs. What had he been thinking to bed her like that? But he had to have her. Even if only for one night.
Well, he had had her, and only the once. The question was: was she out of his system, or had the marks she left on his body meant she’d wormed her way in under his skin?
Only time would tell.