Chapter Nine
Con shoved Rey into the taxi. During the ride, she brushed against him even though she kept up with the lippy retorts. He figured her for a female who wanted him but also wanted to control the relationship.
Didn’t work that way with his breed, especially if the wolf was alpha. And Con was as alpha as they came.
At the door, she fumbled for her key. Once it was out of her purse, Con snagged it. He was in a hurry to see if her teasing would lead anywhere. Though he and his wolf often had different tastes in females, they were both ... curious ... about Rey.
He pushed into the condo, grabbed her hand, and dragged her inside, not bothering to turn on a light. Shoving her against the nearest wall, he kicked the door shut with a foot.
He gripped her waist, drawing her close. One hand slid to cup her ass. Lifting Rey off the floor, he lined up her sweet spot with his thick, aching erection.
Not shy, she ground against him, taunting him as her soft moans caressed his ears.
The sound of her voice whipped him into a frenzy. His hips shifted forward and backward.
But Rey had her own ideas. She tore off his shirt. Damn. Then the determined female wiggled until he dropped her feet onto the tile. Fiddling with the zipper on his pants, she slid it down and freed him. Biting her lower lip, she said, “I wasn’t bragging about my mouth.”
Con swallowed the boulder in his throat. If she wanted to take control, he was going to let her think she had it.
Curving her hand around him, she squeezed tenderly.
“Harder,” he rasped. “Never gentle. Always harder.”
She pressed hot lips to his chest and dragged them down and down until she reached his abs. Flicking out her tongue, she licked his skin.
“Damn, Rey. Get on with it.” He was too hard and eager to bear her taunts.
“Patience, wolf.” Rey sank to her knees, her palm gripping him tighter, the way he liked it. She teased, her lips near his crown, her eyes fixed on him, a grin playing on her face.
As her tongue swirled around the head, he hissed, his cock getting impossibly thicker.
When she finally took him into her mouth, she sucked him deep and deeper. Rey’s moans nearly felled him. While sliding one hand up and down his shaft, she stroked what she could not swallow while the other palm caressed his balls.
Needing control, needing to guide her, Con tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling it out of its bun.
With her hair loose, he gripped her temples, groaning with pleasure as he set a demanding rhythm.
He glanced down at Rey, nearly spilling at the sight.
She was on her knees while his cock plundered her mouth, her hair tickling his thighs. In. Out.
Damn.
As his hips jerked forward, he drove into her, forcing her to take more and more of his length. Rocking back and forth, loving the feel of her—her tongue, her lips—Con gave himself over to the extreme pleasure.
When she groaned, he lost himself. “Yes. Yes,” he shouted as he emptied his seed into her.
Unexpectedly, claws erupted from his fingertips. He jerked them away from Rey, his cum still spewing while she lapped it up.
Con had started to turn wolf. That had never happened to him during sex before. It wasn’t a good sign. Only feral wolves couldn’t control their shift.
He yanked up his pants, cradled her in his arms, and strode toward his bedroom. She had summoned the beast, and there was no leashing him until he satisfied her.
Con threw her on the bed. “I want inside more than your mouth.”
Rey leaned onto her elbows and gave him a challenging smile. “What’s stopping you?”
“Clothes for one thing.” He kicked off his boots and socks, stripping his torn shirt overhead. Sliding his pants to the floor, he stepped out of them. He gripped his cock, letting her see he was still hard.
Rey’s throat bobbled. “You next,” he ordered, his canines pressing on his lower lip. She didn’t look scared.
He had misjudged the buttoned-up cop, been fooled by the mannish suits and sensible boots. Underneath it all was someone on fire. Someone he and his wolf wanted to learn more about.
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Rey was feeling very generous and so sexy. When Con ordered her to strip, she did. She shrugged off her shirt and twirled her bra on her finger before launching it to the floor. She wiggled out of her pants and panties.
With his eyes pinned to her breasts, she cupped them, offering them to him.
The bed dipped as he crawled onto it. Not the least bit shy, she spread her legs. His gaze settled on the juncture between her legs, but after a few moments, he flipped her to her stomach.
Rey pushed to her hands and knees, her body tingling. With her ass in the air, she looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Is this what you like?”
Con growled.
“Do that again.” The sound from his wolf sent shock waves from her head to her womb.
“I give the orders.” His breaths were short pants, his amber eyes wild.
“You think so?” she taunted.
“Yes.” He gripped her hips and pulled her against him. His rigid cock prodded her. Con shoved her legs farther apart and dragged a hand through her sopping wet folds.
Rey shivered, not from the cold but from excitement.
He growled. Without warning, he plunged two fingers inside of her, pumping wildly. She slammed into his assault, wanting more. Con withdrew but re-entered with three thick digits.
Rey moaned. “Yes. Right there.”
But he released her once more. This time, he lifted her slightly and hammered his cock inside. Not gently.
She screamed, the pain momentary. Her head thrashed from side to side as his ferocious need to possess her, to own her, to master her swept over her body.
While he pounded in and out, his hold on her hips an aching reminder of his wildness, she met his every move with her own.
Just as she neared a climax, he slowed. Con wrapped an arm around her, clasping a hand to her breasts.
He yanked her upright, her back to his chest. His other palm spread across her abdomen and crawled lower.
Until he cupped her sex. He played with her, pinching her clit while she cried out for more.
He laughed. “Not yet.”
“You mutherfucker, let me come.” Rey reached an arm behind her and curled it around his neck.
Damn.
The hard, thick, beating piece of solid flesh inside her throbbed.
Con held her tight, caging her so that she had no choice but to remain motionless. She was trapped with his dick pulsing inside her, promising to release her but tormenting her.
“What do you want?” he whispered in a voice not sounding like his own, his lips feathering her ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, to break you, to make you cry out my name, to ruin you for any other male.”
“I want you to fuck me, but you’ll never break me.”
He dragged sharp nails along her stomach. She shivered. He could gut her, but he wouldn’t. Yet, the danger of it heightened her pleasure. It was only a warning, reminding her who and what Con was.
She poked the wolf. “Will you fuck me if I tell you I want you to try to break me?”
He grinned against her cheek. She could feel him trawling canines along her skin. “Good enough.”
Con’s hips pulled back and surged forward. In. Out. In.
She whimpered as she responded to the friction. He was inside her, stretching her muscles, his balls slamming against her ass. “Yes. Yes. Please.”
When he shoved her to her hands and knees again, her arms collapsed, sending her face to the mattress.
Con’s growls turned feral as he plunged in and out. She felt each glorious slide of his cock. In that moment, she realized he wasn’t human. He was a beast with a heart that thundered and sent shocks of lightning through her.
Tension rose in her belly. It spread to every nerve in her body. She couldn’t contain the feeling. When it became too much, she released it. Shouting Con’s name, Rey fell apart.
He slammed into her once more, gripping her tight and howling his own orgasm.
The man actually howled. Rey was in trouble. She feared Con was correct. He’d ruined her for any other man. And maybe she was a little broken.
She’d had sex before, what she thought was good sex. But not once had her knees been so weak, her pulse so fast, or her body so on fire. She was definitely broken. In all the right places.