Chapter 5
Beau
My wolf howls and frets. Burning my skin, tearing me up inside.
Fuck, it’s too much for me to control. I slip into a nearby alleyway, force it back down, deep inside me.
It’s been hell today. The worst it’s been ever since I lost control of it years back.
How could you leave her? it’s been bellowing from my guts, like it has a life of its own.
I tried my damned hardest.
After I tore myself away from Savannah’s sweet presence, I knew I had to get out of town if I was going to stand a chance of survival.
I went back to my RV, hooked up my trailer, hauled my bike on. I even started Bertha up and drove a little.
Then I pulled over on the highway and I sat, staring at the road ahead. My heart pumping hard enough to knock me out.
Every last bit of me was screaming to turn around, go back to Perdue Town.
She’s mine.
My mate.
Take her.
Protect her.
Lightning doesn’t strike twice.
Except for that one part of me—the part that had dragged my human self out of my wolf when I was lost in the forest, kept me sane all these years. Turned my head away from pretty girls who flirted with me.
Kept me alone and healthy and level-headed.
Was I really gonna throw all of that away?
Risk going back to that dark, dark place, of madness and inhumanity?
Even the thought of it cracked open that deep, deep chasm. Bony fingers of darkness clutching at me, dragging me down.
Well, I started up Bertha again, drove some more.
But I didn’t get very far before my hands froze. Could hardly get them to unclench enough to work the gear stick.
This went on a couple more times, and the whole time, my head was full of her.
My mate. The one my soul had craved all these years.
Because this thing I feel for Savannah, it’s like nothing else.
How could a man walk away from something like this and continue to live?
The life he’d have would be no life at all.
“Beau?” comes the voice of a pure angel. It pours through me like honey, trickles into my soul.
Crap, she’s out already. I thought she’d be another minute, fighting her own demons.
I step out from the alleyway just in time to catch her as she comes past.
She’s a vision.
Those tight, black leggings clinging to her sexy round hips, and that old shirt I gave her resurrected, embracing her full, round tits.
Long bangs hanging sexily over one eye, and the rest of her wavy, reddish black hair bouncing around her shoulders.
Her cherry lips part in surprise as she sees me, her eyes widen, and that’s all the encouragement I need.
I wrap my arms around her and draw her deep into the alleyway. I back her against the wall, she tilts her head up, and finally, our mouths meet in a union of angels and demons.
Christ, those lips are soft, pillowy, and they open under mine with a shiver. I slide my tongue in and when I find the tip of hers, I almost levitate. She’s all silk and velvet.
Soft, sweet moans escape her throat, and she clings to me like she needs me, like she’s been needing me all day.
And I don’t hold back; I wrap her tight in my arms, feeling her sweet curves pressing into me.
When I cup her ass in both hands, lifting, she bounces up, just like I hoped she would, and wraps her legs up, around my waist. She’s so tiny in my arms, yet so womanly.
No longer the broken waif I rescued from the riverbank, but a sexy woman who knows exactly what she wants.
When I draw away, she whispers, “Beau, don’t stop,” in that sexy voice of hers and I dive right back in, kissing her deeper, deeper.
My cock swells for the tenth time that day, pressing against her warm core. And the sweet scent of her arousal filters up like nectar.
She wants me like I want her. The realization shudders through me, and my wolf growls deep in my throat—its sound of barely suppressed need.
Her fingers dig into the back of my neck and her kisses get hungrier, more demanding, her tongue darting into my mouth, dancing around mine.
If we don’t quit, we’re going to make a spectacle of ourselves out here.
Reluctantly, I draw back and let her sweet body slide down to the ground.
She staggers a little. Her eyes flame pure emerald fire and her cheeks are flushed.
I see her nipples are erect, stiff peaks beneath the fabric of my shirt.
My desire is like a red mist. The world could fall away right now and I would see nothing but her.
“Let’s get home,” I say gruffly. Too keyed up to say anything else.
“Yes.” She nods quickly.
This time I don’t walk ahead of her, but I reach for her hand. She laces her fingers into mine. And what a feeling it is, those soft, delicate fingers almost lost in my big paw.
I force myself to go slow, to walk at the pace of her slender legs, although I yearn to pick her up and run with her.
There’s no rush, I tell my wolf. If she’s truly my mate, we have all the time in the world.
But every second feels like a torture.
At last, Bertha comes into view, on the far side of the cracked old parking lot. We were silent all the way, tension crackling like static between us. But now, she says, “we’re home,” in a breathy way, and those words wrap around my heart with hope.
When we get close, I sweep her up in my arms again and carry her up the steps and through the door.
I curse myself that the bed isn’t set up. Instead, I bring her over to the couch. It’s a comfy place to relax at least—I made sure of that when I installed it. The cushions are all soft and inviting.
I sit down and lean back so she’s straddling my lap, my curvy goddess, arching above me.
Desire and uncertainty are at war in her eyes, turning her irises stormy.
Slowly, I raise my hands and cup her lovely round tits through the fabric of the shirt, chafe those hard nipples with my thumbs.
She gives a little cry. She’s tightly wound. My cock surges, pressing at her core.
I unfasten the buttons on the shirt, like I’ve done a hundred times before—but now it’s embracing the sexy body of my little she-wolf.
Her bra is sweet, simple, and I make short work of it, pulling it down so her lovely breasts spring out.
But I barely glimpse her rose-bud nipples, before her hands fly up to cover them. I ease off, kiss her sweet cherry lips some more, until she relaxes.
“You don’t need to be shy with me, honey,” I growl into the side of her neck and she gives a little gasp.
It’s a sensitive spot, I can tell. I make a trail of kisses all the way down her neck, adding little nibbles here and there, and she sighs at each one.
I move to the gorgeous hollow between her collarbones, then lower, lower toward her cleavage.
When I finally reach her tits, she drops her hands and bares them for me, eagerly guiding her right nipple into my mouth.
I lick the sweet bud, and when I suck on it a little, she moans, showing me just how much she likes it.
She shuffles forward, riding up against my sternum, fingers tugging on my hair while she presses her nipple deeper into my mouth.
Right, then left, then right again. They taste of cherries, just like her lips, and I could suck on them all night long.
My cock rages, fit to burst, straining painfully against my zipper, and I long to unleash it, bury it deep inside her.
She’s ready for me; my nose is full of her arousal, her pussy hot and damp against my chest. I shuffle her back a little, slide my hand down the front of her leggings, into her panties.
“Fuck, Beau,” she chokes out.
Christ, she’s wetter than I thought possible.
A cascade of yearning. And so soft. When I curve my hand around her pussy, she rides against it.
Grinds her clit against my palm. I try to slip a finger inside her.
She’s so tight, so small. No man has been here before.
My cock pulses at the thought. I’m close; too close.
I finger her lightly, not wanting to hurt her, and I feel her little pussy clenching around my finger.
When I hold still, she moves her hips up and down, riding me.
Hungry for the pleasure I can give her. Her scent is driving me wild.
“I need to taste you,” I whisper in her ear.
I hear her breath catch.
“Taste me?” she says, like she’s never heard of such a thing before, and I fall for her a little bit more.
“Lick you all over,” I say. And I flip her off my lap, lay her on her back and resume my mission of worshipping every last bit of her.
Cupping her full tits in my hands, I kiss her all over her lovely soft belly. Then I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and ease them down little by little, planting kisses all the way.
When a thatch of dark red pubic hair emerges, I damn near come in my pants.
It’s all I can do not to hump her leg. Keeping her distracted with my mouth, I slide her leggings and drenched panties right off.
When I slide my tongue over the tiny bud of her clit, she falls open with a groan of need.
I take a moment to take her in. My beautiful little she-wolf, all naked, spread out for me.
“Beautiful,” I tell her, so beautiful. And I lick her little pussy, scented like nectar and heaven. I go back and forth, licking, sucking on her tiny bud, figuring out what she likes, and before long she starts tugging on my hair, her hips jerking up and down.
“Yes, come for me, darlin’,” I mutter.
“I-I’ve never—” she gasps, and a shiver of delight goes through me.
“Come for the first time with me. I want to taste your first orgasm on my tongue.”
“Oh, god,” she moans. She shudders and shudders, and with a sharp cry she climaxes, right before my eyes.
It’s incredible. The most goddamn incredible thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. All honey and sweetness and soft velvety thighs.
“You made me… made me…” she murmurs, minutes later.
“Come?” I supply.
“Yeah, that,” she laughs. “I didn’t know…”
She’s casting around for the unfamiliar words, and my heart blooms with tenderness. So innocent, but so ready for pleasure. All this passion bottled up inside her. It’s a wondrous thing to see.
“Did you like it?” I ask teasingly.
“Like it?” She puffs out a breath of air. “That’s an understatement. I thought I was going to explode or something. Is that normal?”
“Yup, sounds pretty standard,” I say, while warmth floods my veins. I gather her up in my arms and pepper her face with kisses.
When I lay her back on the couch again, she reaches for my cock. I let out a hiss between gritted teeth. It’s so hard for her, it hurts. The mating urge pounds through my body like a drumbeat.
I go very still, hardly daring to breathe as her soft, exploratory hand pulls down my zipper, reaches in and draws out my cock. When she grasps it for the first time, it surges, and I bite back a growl.
Claim her.
Mark her.
My wolf is close to the surface. My body is alight with need for her.
She wants this, my little princess, her eyelids heavy with desire as she slides her hand up and down my girth, catching up my pre-cum and lubricating her hand with it as she milks me.
But if I mate her now, there’s no going back for either of us.
All these years, I’ve waited, waited. Never once giving in to the mating urge.
Holding back. Staying sane.
She leans closer, her tender mouth latching onto mine, as her hand moves up and down.
I force back my primal urge, and I let my climax come.
I let go; explode, shooting a jet of cum all over her breasts and belly.
“I’m sorry!” she yelps as my climax pulses out of me, my seed spent on her lovely skin.
I flop back against the couch cushions with a groan. “What for?”
“I screwed up, didn’t I?”
“Not at all. That was… that was wonderful.”
She bites her lip and gives a nervous laugh. “I guess I got scared. I mean, I wanted to, but…”
Tenderness washes over me, as I pull her into my arms. “You didn’t do anything wrong at all.” I press a kiss to her temple and keep my mouth there, inhaling her heavenly scent. “There’s nothing to be scared of,” I murmur.
But her eyes are bright with anxiety, and it worries me. “What is it, Savannah?”
She pulls away from me, her features taut. “Will it hurt a lot when we mate?”
I frown. “Maybe a little the first time. But then it’ll feel real good.”
Her nostrils flare and I hear her breathing, fast and shallow. “In my pack…I used to hear awful sounds when the alphas were mating their females.”
A stab of pain lances my heart. I stroke her face gently. “No, it won’t be like that at all, I promise. It’ll be like the climax you just had, but a whole lot better.”
She looks so dubious, it kills me.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. We’ll get dressed, cook some dinner, relax a little, and then you’re going to tell me about your pack, okay? And I’m not going to hurt you, ever.” I lift her hand and press it to my lips. “You hear me?”
Finally, she breaks into a smile.
I gather up the shards of my heart and make a vow—that nothing will hurt this girl ever again. I’ll protect her with everything I’ve got.
Even if it costs me my sanity.