Chapter 8
“Well that was something,” Cassidy said when Audrey sat down.
Audrey stared at her in silence for a long moment and then laughed. “Yeah.”
“You were channeling your inner alpha,” Juliette said. “Well done.”
“Thanks.” She reached for her glass and her hands were shaking. “Shit that was terrifying.”
“Dare wouldn’t let anyone touch you,” Juliette said. “And neither would Sigh or Trick. They all have our backs because they’re badass wolves, and we’ve got each other’s backs too.”
“Because we’re badass bitches,” Cass said.
She took a sip of the drink Dare had made for her – sweet tea and lemonade – and set the glass on the table. Her heart was still racing, her mind replaying the scene in the hallway on repeat.
She hoped she never saw that bitch again.
Glancing at the bar, she saw that Dare was still staring at her and she smiled at him. Damn, she loved him.
It hadn’t even been a week yet! But she did.
And that confrontation in the hall had cemented her feelings for the sexy wolf.
She hadn’t just wanted to defend Dare, because she knew he could kick anyone’s ass, she’d wanted to defend the future she wanted with him.
She didn’t care he was alpha, she cared that he liked her and wanted to be with her.
He’d chosen her. Not because someone else told him to.
She ignored the rest of the fries on her plate because they were cold and she’d lost her appetite. Sipping on her half-and-half, she listened as her new friends talked about the deck and the grand opening the next weekend, and the first band that would play Friday and Saturday night.
But all Audrey could think about was that she wanted to be with Dare.
And she wanted to make things permanent between them.
Pushing back in the chair during a lull in the conversation, she said, “I’m going to get my man and take him home.”
“Woohoo, girl,” Juliette said, grinning.
“Go get ‘em,” Cassidy said.
She smiled at them with a chuckle and walked to the bar.
His eyes lit up when she stopped in front of the bar. “What’s up, sweetheart?”
“I want to go home.”
“Your place?” he asked.
“No.”
She heard his wolf’s growl. Dare looked at Trick. “Can you cover for me?”
“You got it,” Trick said.
Dare opened the pass and Audrey met him. They walked, hand in hand, down the hall and out the back door.
They’d talked about her moving in with him, but they hadn’t made any official plans. She hadn’t even seen him in his shift yet.
But she didn’t want to let another moment go by without telling him how much he meant to her, and how much she wanted to belong to him entirely.
He opened the door for her and closed it behind them.
The house was dark and quiet.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She tilted her head up, seeing his face covered in shadows from the moonlight streaming in the windows.
“I am. I realized that a part of me wondered all along about whether I actually fit in with you, because I’m human and you’re a wolf.
I think it’s different with you because you’re the alpha than it is with your brothers and their mates.
You need someone by your side who can kick ass and lead. I wasn’t sure that was me.”
He stepped a little closer, and she picked up the scent of his wolf, all warm spices and moonlight. “And now?”
“I know I fit with you. And no one who isn’t in the pack gets to tell me that I don’t belong. Because I belong with you.”
“You do. I only want you. Not because of what you are, but because of who you are. You’re just right for me.”
She cupped his face and went onto her toes, brushing her lips over his.
“I love you.” They both said the words at the same time.
And then they both laughed.
“I do love you,” she said. “It doesn’t matter that we just met on Monday. That was the best Monday of my life.”
“No more blind dates, just you and me forever.”
“I want to see your wolf,” she said.
“Now?”
“No.” She let the word drawl out a little, and then she took a step backward, toward the bedroom.
“Careful,” he said, his voice low enough to make her stomach flip. “It’s not nice to tease alphas.”
“Is it really teasing?” she asked. She pulled his shirt over her head, tossed it at him, and raced to the bedroom.
She didn’t make it onto the bed.
He pressed against her, bending her over the bed and running his hands down her back. “Sexy female,” he said. “I want to make you mine.” He anchored his fingers in her waistband and gave a little tug.
Her toes curled at his possessive tone.
“I want that too.”
He pushed her hair away from her neck and touched her skin. “I want to mark you here, make you mine forever.”
“I’m ready. I’m so ready to be yours.”
Pressing his fists into the bedding on either side of her, he kissed slowly up her shoulder to her neck, giving her skin a little nip with his teeth. Then he said in her ear with the lowest of growly tones, “Sweet, sexy female. I’m ready to be yours, too.”
She breathed out shakily as a riot of sensations cascaded through her while he stripped her, tossing her clothes and shoes aside, the cool air of the room making her skin prickle.
She heard him take off his own clothes, the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering loud in the quiet room. Her body was strung tight, and she was the most turned on she’d ever been in her life. And he’d only kissed her!
He splayed his hands across her back and slid them slowly down, cupping her hips and sliding his hands forward over her thighs. His fingers rubbed against her folds and she closed her eyes as he rolled his hands back over her hips and down against her folds, over and over.
Until she was rocking back against him, wanting more than the light touches that were already driving her wild.
He slipped an arm underneath her chest and drew her upright, her hips pressing against the side of the bed as he laid his hand low on her belly and ever so slowly moved it down.
He kissed her neck and she tilted her head with a moan as his fingers slid down more boldly, rubbing her clit, and pressing his fingers into her pussy, then dragging her arousal over her sensitive bud.
He sucked her skin into his mouth and bit gently and she shuddered against him, her skin on fire and her nerve endings singing. He rubbed her clit roughly, holding her against him, his erection pressed into her back.
Sinking his fingers into her heat, he fucked her with them, then rubbed her clit, his wet fingers sliding over her sensitive bud again and again, until her thighs were trembling and her knees were buckling.
Just as she teetered on the edge of pleasure, he pushed her roughly forward, pulled her hips back, and thrust inside.
When he was buried deep and her body was still humming, he pushed his hand between the bed and her body and rubbed her clit until she fell over the edge into pleasure, pushing herself up with her hands and writhing on his cock.
Nothing had ever felt as good as coming while he was inside her.
Pure, pure pleasure.
He grabbed her hips, sliding out of her with a snarl, and then he thrust in. The bed creaked as he fucked her, hard and fast, hands holding her where he wanted her, cock hard and thick sliding in and out of her.
Her body spiraled, heat filling her, and she tossed her head back and cried out his name.
He eased back, slowing his movements, rolling his hips and hitting every secret part of her that screamed for more. He slid a hand back to the front of her body; her sensitive clit throbbed for attention, and his fingers delivered.
Just as she thought she wouldn’t be able to come again, as sweat dotted her skin, and her heart pounded, he worked her like magic and she came tumbling over the edge into white hot pleasure.
While he kept her orgasm going with his fingers, he splayed his free hand over her throat, whispered mine, and bit the side of her neck.
It stung when his fangs slid into her skin, but she was too busy coming to even notice. She was boneless and spiraling through pleasure as he extracted his fangs, pushed her roughly to the bed and fucked her.
She loved every second of it.
When he came, stroking hard and deep into her, he howled his pleasure, and she wished she could howl too.
He slammed his fists into the bed on either side of her body, breathing hard, shuddering as his own pleasure wove through him.
She felt ridden hard and put away oh-so wet.
And she loved it.
Loved him.
“I saw stars,” she whispered, her voice rough.
He kissed her shoulder with a chuckle. “Me too, baby. I love you, mate.”
“I love you too.”
He cleared his throat.
“Mate,” she added.
“Damn straight.”