Chapter 13
Beck
The light was just enough to create a beautiful aura surrounding Sloane’s body. I could do nothing but lie in one position for hours.
Watching her.
Feeling the rushing heat of her body.
Savoring the way her long eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks, the blushing shade of rose deepening with every passing second.
But I was a man after all with intense, unsatisfied needs.
While pinching her nipples was spectacular, the way she swept her long hair across my face and chest pure enticement, I was at the point of being unable to hold back fulfilling my yearning any longer.
Her moans also captivated my attention. Even the way she was nibbling on her bottom lip could drive a man into insanity, let alone a shifter into engaging with his wolf.
With the sound of her wet pussy as it moved up and down filtering into my ears, ten seconds later and all control was tossed out the window.
Her eyes opened wide as soon as she heard my guttural growl, but she provided one of her own when I gathered her into my arms, forcing us both into a standing position.
“What are you doing?” She wrapped her long legs around my waist, sliding one arm then the other over my shoulders.
“Anything I want.” I pushed her against the wall with a brutal thud, grinning when she burst into laughter.
Not to be denied, she clawed at my neck, tugging on my hair as I pulled my cock until just the tip was inside.
“You think you’re all that, huh?”
“Yeah,” I quipped just before thrusting into her again. “I do.”
Her ragged moan was sweet music, fueling my wolf. When I repeated the action, she clung to me with her nails digging into my skin. I pounded into her, even placing both hands on the wall and allowing friction to do all the work.
Not to be denied, she rolled one hand down my back, squeezing my butt.
“Careful, babe. You’re not in charge.”
She laughed in response while gyrating against me while squeezing her knees. We rocked together with so much force breathing was difficult.
And forget about the cheap art on the wall. The picture framed clanged several times, the hard thudding in rhythm with my dick pounding into her.
Then it fell off the wall, smashing into the dresser and onto the floor.
We both stopped moving, gasping for breath as we turned our heads. Then very slowly, we looked at each other again, bursting into laughter again. Being with her was joyful as fuck.
As well as exactly what this growing boy needed.
So I fucked her even harder, enjoying every ragged moan and primal purr her kitty was offering while getting my rocks off. What continued to amaze me was how close to her I felt. In some ways, it seemed as if I’d known her my entire life.
Or as if fate had brought us together. No, that was silly. I didn’t believe in such nonsense yet here we were, my dick fitting inside her sweet pussy perfectly. The intensity of how I felt about her was undeniable, but also disturbing as hell.
Mating.
It didn’t matter how much the Kendrick kids had tried to ignore the parent-kid conversation about the differences in shifters and humans, facts ruled over fiction.
Or ignorance. Wolves needed mates. Okay, so I’d heard all the pure bloodline garbage ad nauseam.
Only those with pure bloodlines supposedly couldn’t function without finding their mate.
Until a year before, I’d laughed at the thought altogether. Until my brother had acted like some wild animal around Georgia.
Sloane raked her nails down my back while squeezing her pussy muscles and I pulled her away from the wall, slamming her into the edge of the dresser.
Her laugh filtered all around me. “Give me all you’ve got, big boy.” Her eyes were glassy, partially dilated and I could feel my wolf close to the surface. If she’d noticed, there was no indication of terror.
I positioned her butt on the dresser, using my chest to push her back until she planted her hands on the surface and spread her luscious long legs wide open for me.
“Women are always in charge,” she cooed. “They’re just too hardheaded to admit defeat.”
I pulled out, plunging into her again. The mirror rattled. “Does that mean this is all about a power exchange?”
When she wrapped her legs around my thighs, using them to pull me as tightly against her as humanly possible, my filthy urges exploded.
“No,” she corrected. “This means you’re learning how powerful I can be.”
While her passion was undeniable in every action taken, every emotion she allowed exposed, there was a deep sadness to her. In truth, hers mirrored my own.
An emptiness.
Okay, what in the hell was wrong with me? I had the most beautiful woman in the entire world spread wide open for me and I was debating the concept of shifter mating? Maybe I’d been knocked in the head one too many times with a hockey puck.
“Then I guess I’ll need to teach you a lesson or two in understanding urges.”
“Urges? Yes, I do have them. Lots of sinful, delicious urges that could even make you blush. Go right ahead. I’d like to see you try.”
I pulled out, pounding into her tight channel a few more times before an idea wrinkled my brain. With one arm wrapped around her waist, I lifted her off the dresser, taking long strides toward our new destination.
When the cooler outside air hit our heated bodies, she sucked in her breath. However, I doubted her moan was from any frigid temperatures, but from potentially creating a spectacle. Yes, we were still wearing makeup on our faces, but there was always a chance people could figure out who we were.
Did that mean we were a couple?
Around her and with every mischievous thought came a wide grin that never left my face.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” She tried in vain to prevent us from moving onto the balcony, her long fingers managing to grab the doorjamb.
I stopped long enough to tilt and shake my head. “How quickly you seem to forget you’re not in charge.”
“This is my room.”
“Interesting.” I easily pulled her free, laughing as she leaned over toward the opening. Now she was clawing the air, providing an adorable whimper as she did. “Not any longer.”
When I placed her bare feet onto the patio, she tried her best to shove me away. As if there was any chance at moving a big block of beastly weight. I swung her around to face the street, instantly pressing her against the railing with my body.
“You’re more beast than man.”
“Yes, you’re right, which is why my behavior shouldn’t surprise you.”
“I assure you it doesn’t.” For all her attempts at stopping me, she certainly was pushing every envelope with undulating her hips so her bottom was agitating my dick.
There was only one way of solving the dilemma.
Fucking her right here with no reservations, no tenderness. We were too far gone for that.
That’s exactly what I did, thrusting my shaft into her sweet pussy and jerking her hips out from the railing.
With her standing on her toes, the angle was perfect.
Her fingers were white knuckled as she gripped the railing.
Mine were so from digging them into her hips.
As the pounding continued, her breathing became more labored, moans mere whispers.
I was being true to my earlier proclamation, relentless in fucking her.
The force I used was even jarring to me.
Yet I couldn’t stop. The push and pull between us, the volatile emotions that had captured us both from one locker room stunt seemed to sweep through me in a way that created a demanding need to fill her with my seed.
While I’d likely question my roughness and intentions later, both were far removed from my mind.
Only my carnal needs remained important.
Every breath she took was labored, gasping more than not as she pushed back against me. How she was able to meet every brutal thrust was beyond me.
For a little while, I was no longer a man with good intentions, but a wolf who’d captured his prey. Whether or not anyone was paying attention from below also didn’t matter.
This was of greatest importance and in no longer being able to see clearly, I was pushed into an uncomfortable comprehension. While intellectually, I gathered that it was obvious I was a slow learner in the ways of our kind, there was no denying any longer what she was to me.
My mate.
I didn’t need a computer program or a stack of ancient texts to tell me what I’d suspected but had pushed aside. Yet in this moment and in being so rough with her, I was reminded of how fragile a human could be.
Even if she was giving as good as she was taking.
My overanalyzing moment threatened to kill the passion. Not a chance. I nuzzled against the nape of her neck, breathing in her sweet perfume as I allowed my wolf a moment to enjoy himself.
But only one because if given ample opportunity, he would try to possibly succeed in taking over.
That just wasn’t allowed.
I slipped my hand under her chin, gripping her throat. With her back arched and her bottom jutted out, I sensed the switch in the angle was exactly what she needed.
With a slight tilt of my head, I basked in watching her expression change as another orgasm swept through her. She was so damn beautiful when she came. Her little nose was scrunched up, her eyes cinched closer, and her mouth? Forget about her mouth.
Tightly pinched together and those who didn’t know her might mistake her pursed lips for a disgruntled frown. Far from accurate.
Sloane was falling prey to the dark side of our passion, finding her own sense of ecstasy through my savage actions.
As her breathing hitched, soft moans becoming louder and her pussy muscles rapidly clenching and releasing, I could feel the powerful orgasm. There was nothing quite like living vicariously through her shared bliss.
While she was still in the throes of rapture, apparently I wasn’t interested in slowing down. Or respecting that her body might be over-sensitized by the rough round of sex. It would seem my determined restraint had been shoved aside, allowing my beast to come out and play.