Chapter 12
Steven
Urges.
I’d fought various urges while sitting inside that goddamn sleazy-ass bar. Just like I’d experienced a variety of emotions over the last two weeks, my desires had altered as well and just as dramatically.
I was turning into a raving lunatic, hungry for sex and violence.
Normally I was used to dealing with both my needs and wants that I hadn’t been able to control as a child. Yes, every shifter was taught how to stay human. As pups, our emotions were all over the place, but most were right at the surface.
That presented a danger to us, other members of our pack, and definitely to humans. That’s why over the generations of evolution, education including controlled breathing exercises had helped prepare a barrier for our wolves lurking below the surface.
Once a shifter learned the art, through the years the desire to shift occurred less and less.
Tonight? I’d had the desire to shift not once but twice.
What in the hell was the reason?
Exasperation had almost settled in. What I needed to do at this point was to fill her with my seed. Maybe then I’d manage to calm the fuck down.
I’d always had a little hot streak underneath, the kind that teachers hated and the pack elders tried desperately to corral over the years. Same as with Saint. We came from a long line of hotheads. Purebred wolves were usually the worst.
We were also told that the brutal heat simmering in our system also made us passionate lovers. I’d gone from wanting to rip apart the asshole who’d dared touch her to feeling a level of desire that I hadn’t known existed.
But even now, I could still see the way he touched her and I’d been able to read his filthy thoughts and what he had intended for her.
Hell, no. He was lucky all I’d done was break a couple of bones in his hand.
Two more minutes and I would have ripped out his jugular without so much as thinking about the consequences.
In fact, maybe I’d go back and take care of that so he wouldn’t dare try to touch her again. Why had I chosen a fucking sleazy bar in the heart of a bad part of town?
So there wasn’t a chance at being recognized as a hockey player or as a shifter. That much I had accomplished. Thankfully, the reporters had grown bored and had left before we had.
At least one saving grace.
My primal bloodline was likely why I couldn’t seem to get enough of the fairy princess. Now that we were in the kitchen, we were at the point of hunger that needed no explanation.
I was crazed with a level of hunger that kept me from thinking clearly.
We were both sweaty, our breathing labored.
Christine was a wild child, more than I’d originally thought.
Here I’d seen her as a prim and proper girl at first and she’d proven me wrong.
Now she was toying with me, acting as if what we were enjoying was all a game.
I had to admit that I was having a good time.
Obviously so was she or she wouldn’t be moving from one side of the kitchen table to the other. I also had to admit that while foreplay was often overrated and I’d already had my dick deep into her tight little pussy, chasing her reminded me enough of a hunt that I was all hot and bothered.
I was also more possessive than I’d been in one hell of a long time. While I’d sensed she hadn’t been thrilled at first with how I’d reacted, by the time the asshole was whimpering and apologizing, she’d warmed up to how I’d handled the situation.
Even now, all I could think about was keeping her.
What was it that my father had told Saint about Lily? Claim her.
Even my mother had sensed the woman was special. Yes, it was like my mother had eyes in the back of her head, her perceptive skills wildly accurate, but inviting Christine to dinner? That was a little over the top.
Yeah, that wasn’t how humans handled their mating process and I certainly wasn’t in the market for one. But let the good times roll. Right. I lunged in the opposite direction, almost catching her.
Laughing, she scooted away, narrowly avoiding being caught by me.
“So are you always a quick study?” she asked.
“Always.”
“I guess I’ll need to keep that in mind.”
“Do you have something you need to teach me?”
She had a way of undressing a man with her eyes that had nothing to do with whether I was wearing clothes. The look in her eyes was almost as possessive as the way I’d felt earlier and when she dragged her tongue around her mouth, my aching cock slammed against the table.
“Watch out or you’ll hurt yourself.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I can handle a little pain.” I zigged while she zagged. What I found fascinating was that my wolf was still right there, just below the surface and if she was able to tell, she certainly wasn’t letting on.
She wasn’t a puck bunny since she believed hockey players were Neanderthals and while we hadn’t discussed shifters, my instinct told me she would have thought the conversation either boring or ridiculous.
Her laughter continuing, her agility would soon to be the death of me.
The table was just large enough that we could do this all night long should she decide to. And it would appear she enjoyed yanking my chain.
Maybe that’s why out of frustration I threw myself over the table, my body arced high enough I easily missed hitting the chairs.
I’d done so without thinking and I accomplished my task, sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her against me and off the floor.
Stunned, she did little more than grip my arm. A fleeting thought that she planned on pulling away drifted into my mind. If she thought that was going to happen, she had another thing coming.
“Wow. That was… Do you have any other hidden talents?” she asked, still breathless.
“I’m certain I can think of one or two.” My patience at the bottom of the barrel, I pushed her over the edge of the table where she immediately planted her hands on the surface, pushing up.
“Then please show me.”
“Another challenge, fairy princess?”
As she looked over her shoulder, the smile she offered could light up an entire city. How in the hell did she manage to do that? Maybe coming to Tampa wasn’t that bad after all.
“You better believe it. Go for it.” As if to tease me, she ground her hips back and forth.
Dear God, how could a woman be so luscious, her voluptuous body keeping me in a constant state of arousal? “Be careful what you ask for.” I wasn’t immune to taunting a beautiful woman and I did so by rubbing the tip of my cock up and down the length of her slickened pussy.
She was wet from her climax, so much so the insides of her thighs were coated. Her scent was about to drive me insane.
“Maybe I’m not asking,” she purred in tone that screamed of seduction.
“I guess I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t heed to the lady’s wishes. Now, would I?” When I pushed half the length of my cock into her wetness, her entire body shuddered.
“Who told you that you were a gentleman?” Her eyes were closed, her long lashes skimming across the shimmer of her cheeks keeping me enthralled.
“You’re right. No one.” Just to prove a point, I cracked my hand on her backside using just enough force she yelped. “But there’s always a first time.”
Her moan was spectacular, calling to the beast from deep within. Thankfully, I was in full control of my mind and my body, able to drive the remainder of my dick into her tight channel without feeling the need to shift.
Maybe there was something to the old female wolf’s tale that only a female could calm a male. If so, I’d need to do this more often. I gripped her hip with one hand, smacking her bottom a few additional times.
Call it a power trip, but I certainly adored the sound spanking her made and the warm blush growing across her rounded bottom. Plus, having her in my full control was a perk, a true bonus.
She wiggled again, enough that my cock slipped even deeper inside. Her muscles clenched tightly around my shaft, pinching to the point I could lose all sense of myself in this woman within seconds.
What had happened to my ability to take my time?
Gone.
Tossed.
Kaput.
I was lost in this woman and it didn’t make a damn bit of sense, but right now, I was a freight train that couldn’t be stopped. I pulled almost all the way out, thrusting into her again and at the same time, I cracked my palm against her bottom.
Maybe it was the sound, especially her sweet cries.
Maybe it was the way her hair caught the overhead light, the red highlights creating a spectacular dimension.
Maybe it was the way her skin felt against my fingertips.
Whatever it was about my mystery girl, she was fulfilling an itch that I hadn’t realized I’d had. As she met every brutal thrust, we rocked together. Beads of sweat formed along my hairline, falling ever so slowly onto the porcelain skin of her back.
She shuddered every time it happened, as if I was anointing her. The entire moment was surreal, a bit primal although I wouldn’t mind chasing her in the woods and fucking her like a wild animal a time or two.
The thought brought a series of sinful images and I had to wonder if she would mind being fucked like a wild beast.
Hmmm…
When she tossed her head from side to side, my attention was captured.
I wrapped my hand around her long hair, holding her in place.
With my hips swiveling uncontrollably, I continued the rhythm, driving long and hard.
The force was more than I usually used, but damn if the woman didn’t seem to be enjoying the roughness.
More so than she should be.
I’d also learned years ago in teachings done by my father that human females were fragile, so much so I couldn’t be myself around them when having sex.
Once upon a time, it had been forbidden for shifters to become sexual with humans.
There’d been real anxiety that doing so would cause a shift during the intimacy.
If so, the wolf could lose control and in turn, the human could lose their life.
That had been an unwritten rule for decades. When the thought had changed even my grandfather didn’t know, but slowly through the years with both methods of protection used and careful control of our beasts, everyone had stopped caring.
Although we weren’t allowed to have more than carnal relations. Marriage had been out of the question and mating unheard of.
Until one fateful couple and that had changed everything. The human had bonded with the wolf, producing children, which in turn had created a legend.
The rambling thoughts inside my head while fucking the most beautiful woman I’d ever set my eyes on were a way of reminding me that this was a one-time thing.
Yes, because I was a wolf, but also because there was nothing worse than a budding relationship for an athlete trying to get his career off the ground.
Wolves were different than humans in several ways, one of which being the very possessiveness I’d experienced before. You could call it having a one-track mind. My only fear was that after one taste I’d want more.
I’d need to keep my ass out of the arena on Wednesdays, so I didn’t run into her. I could do that.
My grip was firm enough I worried about bruising her lovely skin, but I couldn’t back off. I was pushed into a zone, incapable of holding onto any sense of resolve any longer.
With her breathing ragged, I could tell she was close to coming.
I gritted my teeth, slowing my actions while she continued undulating underneath me. The feel of her warm pussy was driving me crazy, so much so I was blinded with need. This wasn’t just about wanting to fuck her.
This was about something else entirely and it startled the fuck out of me.
Every moan added to the fuel running through me, every breathless sound she made pulled on the obsessive nature of my personality. I smacked her bottom again.
And again.
And again.
The rhythm was as perfect as she was and within a few seconds, her entire body stiffened as she flew into a beautiful climax.
I threw my head back, keeping my rhythm slow and even as she enjoyed the throes of our passion.
“Yes. Yes. Yes…” Maybe she knew what she was doing to me. Maybe she didn’t.
Whatever the case, I held on as long as possible. When it became apparent I was losing it, I pulled her up from the table, wrapping my arms across her chest. Her body molded into mine perfectly, the moment as sweet as it was savage.
When I was lucky enough to erupt deep inside, my wolf made his presence known again.
And he was pissed that I’d refused to release him.