Chapter 8
This was it, what Olivia had been waiting for what seemed like forever. And thank God Eli didn’t resist.
Sloane and Jacob had been right, of course, about them acting like virtual strangers rather than mates.
At first, she told herself the whole thing was for the benefit of their cover story.
The small touches, the leaning into each other, acting all cozy; it was for their cover story.
But somehow, it all started feeling much too real.
And while maybe he didn’t think about it, Olivia knew that by the end of the day, she was either going to have to go to bed with him, or be taken away to the loony bin because he was driving her crazy.
Then there was the fight at the bar. While she didn’t condone violence, there was something about seeing a man coming to her rescue that made her and her wolf swoon.
A girl could only resist so much, after all.
“Eli,” she moaned as he tugged at her scalp again. His possessiveness and his dominance only made her want him more. “I—oh!”
She found herself on her stomach as he brought her down to the mattress. “What—”
He nipped at her ear, his hand trailing down her back. “So beautiful,” he murmured. “Every bit of you.”
“I need you,” she whispered. “Now.”
His hand palmed her ass and gave it a squeeze. “I know. But there’s no need to rush. Will you let me enjoy your sweet, beautiful body?”
She nodded.
“Good girl.” Lifting her skirt up, he skimmed his hand over her panties before pushing them down around her thighs. “That’s it,” he said as she lifted her hips to help him take off her underwear. “Hmmm …. wet already.”
She closed her eyes as his fingers slid over her folds, dipping in occasionally to tease her hole.
When she pushed back, he only pulled away, making her whimper in frustration.
She was about to protest when his thumb found her clit and began making small circles around the nub.
Her mouth clamped shut and she moaned into the mattress as he continued to touch her until she was dripping wet, practically staining her thighs as she quivered under his touch.
When his other hand slid into her hair and pulled, she nearly came.
“Your hair is gorgeous,” he said. “I love seeing it wrapped around my fingers. And you love it when I do this, don’t you?”
She managed a half whine, half yes.
His fingers moved from her clit and to her entrance, one digit sliding inside with ease. “Please …”
“I’m here now, Olivia.” He slid two fingers inside her.
Her fingers grabbed at the sheets, her hips pushing back to urge his fingers deeper into her. He did, and then found just the right spot inside her that made her squeal in delight.
“Please, please, Eli,” she babbled incoherently as he continued to make contact with that sweet spot, each time hitting it harder until she was clenching around him and making lewd, wet sounds. “I’m going to—”
Her orgasm exploded from deep inside her, and she cried out his name.
He tugged at her scalp harder, and the pleasure only multiplied.
By the time she was done, she was a hot, dripping mess and her body was plastered to the mattress.
When feeling returned to her body she lifted her head and looked back at him, her pussy clenching again when she saw him kneeling behind her, his pants down his thighs and his large cock in his hand, stroking it as his eyes roamed over her.
“Take me like this.” She lifted her hips at him.
A hand gripped at her sides and she felt the blunt tip of his cock at her entrance.
He pressed the head against her, coating it in her wetness before he began to push in.
She held her breath, relaxing her body so she could accommodate his girth.
He rubbed her ass as he sank deeper into her, making her shiver as he filled her up more.
By the time he was fully seated in her, she was a quivering, boneless mess, her knuckles white from her death grip on the sheets.
“You took me so well, baby,” he said. “I’m gonna give you a reward for that. For being my good girl.”
Something in her snapped at his words, and she started to buck her hips back.
He let out a soft chuckle, then he began to thrust, meeting her and picking up the pace as he went.
Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of her needy whines and his groans.
She squeezed around him each time he bottomed out and that only drove him to snap his hips harder and harder into her.
When she attempted to set the pace, he gave her ass a slap.
Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head from the pleasure and once again her body was wracked with a powerful orgasm.
“You were so good, baby,” he whispered. “You came so good.” He gave her a kiss then slid out of her, then pushed her onto her back. “I’m not done with you yet.”
An unholy sound ripped from her throat when he thrust back into her. Her legs wrapped around him, encouraging him to go deeper into her, to move faster. A hand moved down between them and found her clit again, stroking her with quick, featherlike strokes that were not too hard and not too soft.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged as he continued to fuck into her. “Come for me. One more.”
She rode it out as long as she could, enjoying the shocks of pleasure all over her body.
All throughout, he whispered sweet and dirty words to her, while kissing every bit of skin he could reach with his mouth.
She vaguely felt his release as he pulled her tighter against him, grunting as his cock pulsed inside her, flooding her with his cum.
She clung to him, fingers gripping at his shoulders as if she would slip away if she let go.
She closed her eyes, her body fully sated.
His loud sigh brought her back to consciousness, as well as making her aware of how heavy his body was on top of hers.
She was about to protest when he rolled away, sliding out of her, then gathered her to him, her back against his front.
His mouth found her neck, and he kissed her sensitive skin tenderly.
“Olivia,” he whispered in a voice so achingly tender and reverent that she couldn’t breathe.
She relaxed against him, feeling the warmth and weight of him.
There was so much she wanted to say, so much in her mind, but she didn’t want to spoil this beautiful moment.
Truly, all she wanted was to relive it, and to live in it, so she quieted her thoughts and allowed her body to sink into sleep.
Over the next few days, Olivia and Jacob tagged along as Eli and Sloane worked through a list of all the clan members.
A few of them were cautious while others were relieved.
A few even broke down in tears the second they saw Sloane walk through their door.
No one suspected a thing and their cover story held up.
Olivia watched Eli carefully during these visits.
She couldn’t help but notice how he listened in a way that made people trust him, even the ones who were wary of the McCall name.
He never rushed anyone or pushed for information.
He just sat there, steady and solid, and let them talk.
And they did talk, and Olivia could tell it was because Eli made them feel like he was really listening to them.
When they were done for the day, the evenings were her favorite part, because she got Eli all to herself. He gave her mind-numbing pleasure for hours and she fully took advantage of that. They made love all hours of the night, collapsing into each other’s arms in exhaustion afterward.
“Hmm, I’m hungry,” she said as she traced lazy circles around his bare chest. They were lying together in bed, after a vigorous morning lovemaking session that had started as soon as they woke up.
“You had like, a whole rack of ribs, three cheeseburgers, half a tray of mac and cheese, and ten ears of corn at the barbecue yesterday.”
No doubt, Matty’s barbecue had been the highlight of their visit.
He and his girlfriend Emily, a sweet, dark-haired hairdresser with a five-year-old son named Cooper, had hosted them on the tiny patio behind his apartment.
Emily had strung up fairy lights and Matty manned the grill like his life depended on it, while Lucas clung to his leg and “helped” by stealing hot dog buns.
The kid adored Matty, and the feeling was clearly mutual.
Eli had watched them together with an expression Olivia couldn’t quite describe, except it was something between wonder and longing.
Later, when Matty was out of earshot, Eli told her he was glad Matty never got pulled deeper into Ronan’s crew.
“He was always too good for that life,” he had said, and then quieter, “He’s happy. ”
Sloane, on the other hand, had spent half the evening shooting them looks from across the patio whenever Eli’s hand landed on her waist or Olivia leaned into his shoulder.
The other female’s smug grin was practically screaming, I told you so.
Not that Olivia could argue. Though it had been an act when they first arrived, clearly the acting part had stopped some time ago.
Olivia wrinkled her nose. “A gentleman shouldn’t comment on what a lady eats.”
He flashed her an evil grin. “Never said I was a gentleman.”
“You—hey!” She squealed as Eli flipped her onto her back, his hand snaking between them to touch her now dampening folds. “Eli …”
After their second round of morning sex, Olivia lay with her head on Eli’s chest, her body pleasantly sore and her mind drifting. “What time are we leaving?”
“Noon, probably. We have enough to report back.”