Chapter 2
Anders’s thought his cock would explode. He wanted to be inside her that badly. She was grinding herself against him, swiveling her hips, but every time he lifted his pelvis to try and reach her, to enter her, she would laugh and move away, breaking off all contact.
“You’re torturing me,” he grumbled.
“Torture can be fun, can’t it?” With a wicked glint in her eyes, she leaned down and flicked her tongue against his nipple. Then she pressed her teeth—no, her fangs—against his nipple.
He gasped. Oh, yes, torture could be fun.
Anders gripped her head and demanded she kiss him. He shimmied a leg between hers and rubbed against her, loving how her juice coated him. “You’re so naughty. You sure you’re tired?”
“Not at the moment.” She twisted her legs and used her knees to forced him to roll over onto his stomach. Fingernails tickled up and down, easing along his muscles, and he thrust against the bed, needing friction, wishing she would hurry up but also wanting this to last forever.
“Forever?” She chuckled. “Not possible. But…” Misti kissed his shoulder blade. “That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t every chance we get.”
“Isn’t that…” When she raked his back again, he felt himself coming undone. Her touch drove him wild. “Isn’t that why you’re so tired, though?”
“I can sleep when I’m dead. A long time from now.”
“Very, very long time. You do realize you’re not allowed to die before me.”
Her hands stilled, and the deathtrap she had with her legs keeping him in place lessened enough for him to be able to roll over onto his back so he could see her. “Can’t we just die together in our sleep of old age?”
“I would like nothing better,” he said honestly.
Her nose wrinkled in the sexiest of ways. “Why are we talking about death right now?”
“Why are we talking at all?”
He sat up, his hand wrapping into her hair, and he kissed her with every ounce of soul and love he had to give. A single thrust, and he was inside of her. His excitement had been too much, and he feared he would come too fast, but with Misti on his lap and controlling the tempo, going at a frantic pace that his body craved and then slowing down to torture him again, she managed to keep him hot but not over the edge.
But when the buildup was becoming more than he could stand, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up, standing. Her legs curled around him, and she threw her head back. Still pumping into her, he leaned forward and kissed her exposed neck. Her lips parted, she shivered in his arms, and her muscles tightened around his cock. Oh, yeah, that was it. It wouldn’t take long now…
The door slammed shut.
Well, crap.
He stopped thrusting and turned toward the door. “Maybe we should’ve closed that.”
“No one was supposed to be coming around.” She brushed his hair back. “You need a haircut.” Her teeth nibbled at his earlobe.
“Obviously, they didn’t want a free show.”
Misti giggled. “It’s not as if we haven’t been walked in on before.”
“True. And they could’ve just walked away, whoever it was instead of interrupting us.”
“Sh.” She licked his earlobe and then blew on it. He shivered. “You’re the one interrupting us now.”
A knock sounded at the door.
“We’re a little bit busy,” Misti called, but he had started to pump into her again in earnest, and her voice came out breathless and a little moan-like.
Anders snickered.
She slapped him, hard.
“Ow.”
“Oh, is someone getting a little weak and too comfortable from the lack of fighting?”
“As if.” He couldn’t really see between them, their bodies were smashed together, but he had the start of an eight pack for the first time ever. So many times he had to go out on patrol along the borders to ensure there weren’t any kind of encounters between the different packs. They weren’t openly hostile, but they weren’t brothers yet. And until that happened, it would be almost impossible for the two packs to merge together, which he and Misti both hoped would eventually happen.
After all, the two of them had come together.
“You’re smirking.”
“You know why.”
She giggled and then bit his neck. It sent a thrill straight through him to his cock deep inside her.
Another knock.
“Bloody hell,” Anders muttered. Louder, he added, “Come back in fifteen minutes.”
“It’s important.”
Tia. A Wild Shade, one Misti was now best friends with. She wouldn’t interrupt them unless it was very important.
“All right,” he groaned. “Five minutes then.”
Misti was sucking on his neck now, hard enough to mark him. On several occasions, they had tried to mark each other as much as possible, to proclaim their ownership, for it to be visible to everyone. His friends had rolled their eyes. “Everyone knows you two are together.”
Still, it was fun to nip and suck and know that each discoloration was an act of love.
“We could make it two,” Misti whispered in his ear.
“Five is the quickest I’ll go.”
Her smirk had him a little worried. And then she raked her claws down his back. That was something he could never handle. One more thrust, and he was done. There was just something about her marking him, drawing blood, knowing passion had overcome her always made him respond.
And he knew what her trigger was.
“Just you wait,” he murmured into her ear.
She shivered. “I’m looking forward to it.”