Prologue #5
He wanted to look at her—and for her to look at him—when she came, so he pumped into her like a freight train, enjoying every bit of her tight little cunt.
Her lips parted, crying out as her orgasm overtook her.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he clenched her close for one, two, three, four more thrusts before his release came, the pleasure exploding from him as his cum filled her up.
The strangest and most unexpected feeling came over him at once, of possession, of marking something.
A soft whisper in the back of his head that said, mine.
Her body went slack against his, drawing him back to the real world.
Gently, he lay her down with her on the bed, his softening cock slipping out of her.
She sighed heavily and wiggled back against him as soon as their overheated bodies hit the cool sheets.
Eli had never been the type to cuddle, but her breathing evened and her eyes closed in seconds.
Placing a hand around her waist, he took a deep breath, and allowed sleep to take over.
Even in sleep it seemed he dreamt of her.
Her delicious scent, soft skin, her beautiful face.
But he couldn’t even tell what was a dream and what was real.
Each time he reached for her, she was there, eager for him.
She clung tight to him, wet and ready to take him.
The last time, she was on top of him, riding him like a sensuous angel with her halo-like hair until they came in unison.
She collapsed in his arms and he held on tight as he tucked her against his chest. The last thing he remembered was her satisfied sigh.
When his internal clock told him it was time to wake up, he reached for her once again, but his hand encountered cool sheets. If it wasn’t for the lingering scent of her on the pillow, he would have thought it was a dream.
Fuck.
He rolled onto his back and stared up at the stark white ceiling. She could just be in the bathroom or maybe she went for coffee. His wolf, however, knew different. From the way it yowled in sadness, it was obvious she was gone.
Before any other thought could enter his brain, a muffled but familiar ringing sound drifted from somewhere on the floor. With a grunt, he scrambled off the bed and padded toward where his clothes lay on a heap on the plush carpeting.
“Yeah?”
“Jesus Christ, Blake!” It was St. Vincent. “Where the hell have you been?”
He cleared the sleep from his throat. “In bed.” Not a lie, technically. “Why?”
“What time did you leave last night?”
“Dunno. Booked it after you went to the dance floor.”
“Oh, that explains it.” He blew out a breath. “You missed the excitement. Jacob got jumped by a couple of guys in the alley in the back.”
Now that wiped the remaining sleep from his system. Quickly, he put the phone on speaker as he began to shove his feet into his pants. “What happened?”
“After you left, the fire alarm in Blood Moon went off. It was a ruse to get to him.”
“Someone wanted to take him down?” He paused, switching the phone to his other hand as he buttoned his fly.
“Dunno. All they told me is that he’s on the way to a safe house or possibly on another job, but all the details are on a need-to-know basis.”
Tension seeped from his muscles, and he let out a breath. “Then why’d you call so early?”
St. Vincent harrumphed. “Fuck me for caring if you were dead or not after one of us gets attacked, huh?”
He cursed. “Sorry. I—”
“It’s fine.” That was St. Vincent in a nutshell. Nothing bothered him and he never held a grudge. “Rough night?”
You could say that. “Tired. That’s all. You need me to come in today?” It was his day off, but seeing as Martin was gone, they would probably be shorthanded.
“Yeah. It’s an all hands on deck situation. Must be serious stuff if they went after one of the boss’s sons.”
“Right.” He’d forgotten that Martin was son to one of the partners, and nephew to the two others.
He wondered if this was personal. Not that it was any of his business.
It was best to keep his nose out of family matters.
It never did him any good. Lone Wolf Investigations and Security had been a good place for him, and he intended to stay there for as long as possible.
“All right, I’ll be on my way soon.”
“Thanks. Briefing’s at eight.”
Glancing at the bedside clock, he saw he had a little under an hour. Good thing he kept an extra set of clothes in his locker. If he showered here, he could just change when he got to the office, which thankfully was only a few blocks away.
His wolf growled at the thought of losing her scent on them.
He ignored his animal and pushed it deep down. She had left without saying goodbye. Or even telling him her name.
It was best to forget about her. He’d been wondering what it would be like to be with her all these weeks and now he had his answer: fucking amazing.
He scrubbed a hand down his face and then grabbed at his shirt before yanking it on.
Yes, the sex was mind blowing, but now that he’d had his fill, he could put it all behind him and forget about her.
He couldn’t afford to get attached, not after everything he’d gone through to get here.
Not after all the destruction he’d left in his wake of bad decisions.