Chapter 12
The soda bottle almost slipped from my hand when Salem’s desire penetrated the back of my neck through his sensual touch.
Did he just ask if he could seduce me? I must be hallucinating. Bear must’ve spiked my drink.
“What did you just ask me?”
“I want to seduce you, Quinn.” He drew closer, his eyes fastened on mine. “I think it would be best if we got the physical lust out of the way so I can stop thinking about it.”
I smiled. “You’re thinking about me?”
By the amorous look in his eyes, it was definitely often. This not only came as a surprise, but I wanted to jump for joy, celebrate, perhaps even throw a parade.
“So you do want to come inside,” I said suggestively.
“I can tell by the way you look at me that you want it too,” he growled quietly. “If we don’t satisfy this hunger now, you won’t be able to focus on work, especially after this conversation. This tension between us is a distraction.”
“Okay.”
Salem took my drink and set it by the door. “Not here.”
“But isn’t that what the heat house is for?”
He cast a glance over his shoulder at the house. “It’s too close. Someone will hear us.”
“Then where?”
“Out in the field.”
I blinked at the darkness beyond where the security lights shone.
“Lucian has cameras on the property,” he warned me. “I know where they’re aimed, so follow me exactly.”
I nervously gripped my locket while following him.
Though it was chilly, there was thankfully no wind.
He made a snakelike pattern when we reached the back, then walked alongside the fence that bordered the pasture.
Of course, I couldn’t see much of anything except for the lights on the house growing more distant each time I glanced over my shoulder.
I stepped on a rock and stumbled before catching myself.
“Are you all right?” He took my hand.
My eyes gradually adjusted to the pale light of the crescent moon, and my thoughts raced until we finally turned the corner and walked a few paces alongside the back fence.
The air smelled crisp with a trace of the smoky wood from their fireplace.
My blood was pumping, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the anticipation of having him in my arms or all the walking.
Salem backed me into the fence and gripped it.
When his body pressed against mine, I traced my fingers over his hips and beneath his shirt. His skin was hot and delectable to the touch, so I continued stroking his back and sides as he released shaky breaths. His desire crackled at my fingertips like a firestorm.
Feeling emboldened, I let my palm slide over his pants and felt the hard length of his erection. Desperate to feel him inside me, I unlatched his belt.
“Does this feel good?” I slipped my fingers inside his boxer briefs and stroked the head, my thumb brushing over the velvety tip.
He groaned and gripped the fence.
I turned around and pushed my rear end against him. That move gave a wolf the green light. “I need some help, Salem.”
“What kind of help?”
I guided his right hand down my pajama bottoms and between my legs. “Touch me.”
His warm fingers stroked me as if they had an important assignment.
I rocked my hips while he pleasured me over my panties. That thin barrier was torturous, and I felt a sharp pulse of pleasure at his illicit touch. I craved him. Out in the woods felt forbidden, and my wolf wanted him.
Salem’s breath heated my neck. When he grazed one finger beneath my panties, a moan tore from my throat.
“You’re wet,” he breathed. “Are you ready now?”
I pulled my pajamas off and stepped out of them.
Salem yanked my panties down. Then I felt his mouth on the back of my thigh, one hand sliding between my legs and stroking my sex. “Spread your legs.”
I did as he commanded, writhing at his sensual touch.
Salem shot to his feet and unzipped his pants. “Bend over.”
When he braced his hands on my hips, his raw desire made my thighs quiver.
The Sensor in me regretted that I couldn’t share my feelings with him so he could know how much I desired him.
Of the men I’d had sex with—and it wasn’t a long list—I’d never encountered emotions like Salem’s. His were complex.
I winced when the blunt end of his shaft pressed between my legs. As much as I wanted it, my body needed to accept him and adjust. As if reading my mind, he teasingly stroked my seam again and again.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever felt. I gripped the top of the fence and rocked backward until a clawing need overcame me.
Salem seized the moment and buried himself deep.
Needing to feel more of him, I bent down to grip the slat below the one I was holding.
He cursed at the difference, then pumped hard and fast.
I moaned loudly, my inner animal erupting with excitement.
Salem hooked his arm around my chest and hauled me up. “Shh.”
“Why? We’re too far out.”
He walked me against the fence and rocked his hips. “A Vampire lives in our house. We’re far enough out that he can’t hear us, but keep it down.”
Our connection broke when I faced him. “We better stay quiet then.” I wrapped my fingers around his thick member.
Then I pumped up and down until he groaned loudly.
“Shh,” I said back. “Keep it down.” When I stroked faster, Salem lowered his head and exhaled sharply.
“Do you want back inside me where it’s warm? ”
“Yes,” he begged.
“Then don’t tell me to be quiet. Okay?” Though I planned on keeping the volume down, I enjoyed teasing this out. “Did you like what you saw me doing in the bathtub?”
“You know I did.”
“I was thinking of you,” I confessed before lifting my cami top and revealing my bare breasts.
Salem dropped to his knees and worshipped me with his mouth.
I clutched the back of his head and lifted my gaze to the stars. “This is better than the fantasy.” With my back against the wooden fence, I relished the feel of his tongue flicking against my hard nipple, his warm kisses circling my breast, his hands claiming me in their grasp.
Something large brushed against my head and nickered. I nearly jumped out of my skin. “What was that? Something touched me!”
“Tak’s horse,” he said, sucking on my other breast and pulling me back in his thrall.
“What’s she doing out?” When the horse brought its head to my shoulder, I pushed at it. “Get lost. You’re not invited.”
It nickered again, the rumbling a judgmental song that sang, “I know what you’re doing.”
I moved away from the fence and lay down in the grass. When Salem crawled on top and penetrated me, I whimpered.
“Are you okay?” he asked, stopping.
“Salem?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had an orgasm with a man.
It’s not because I can’t, but sometimes my partner’s feelings about me change during sex, and that’s a turnoff.
If their mind is elsewhere or they start thinking about another woman or man, it’s hard to ignore.
People think we have the best sex, and we do sometimes, but it’s also challenging with the wrong person.
I know you can’t help what’s going through your head, but don’t be offended if I don’t… you know. Come.”
He rocked in and out. “That’s perfectly normal. I only want you to feel good. Tell me if it doesn’t, and tell me what you like.”
Where has this understanding man been all my life?
I stretched out my arms, luxuriating in the sensations as he softly kissed my neck. My heart beat faster as he neared my mouth. Even though he was inside me, we had never kissed, and I found that titillating.
His lips hovered over mine in the darkness. This was only about sex.
I lifted my head until our lips met, then reeled him in.
Instead of a hot and needy kiss of tongues clashing and moaning into each other’s mouths, the soft pecks evolved into a smoldering kiss that seeped into my bones and set my soul aflame.
I cradled his head in my hands. Salem’s restraint finally gave way, his hips pumping hard and fast.
When I drew my knees up, he panted against my lips.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he breathed, his touch filled with surprise.
Not nearly as much surprise as I felt when I turned my head and noticed a wolf watching us.
“Salem!”
He briefly looked up without stopping. “It’s just Catcher.”
“What if he tells someone?”
Salem rocked his hips slower, his shaft filling me up and begging me to forget the wolf. “He won’t. Catcher never shifts.”
“Never?”
Salem pumped harder, and I released a sharp moan. “Make that noise again.”
When I did it again, he teased me with shallow thrusts. Salem taking me out in the open was raw and primitive with the grass beneath my back, the dark night overhead, the inquisitive eyes of a wolf watching, a horse’s nickering only a few paces away.
Our heated bodies rubbed together like two sticks trying to make a fire. I was oblivious to the frosty air and the cold earth against my back. All I felt was his exquisite heat.
“Salem,” I whispered.
He stopped. “Yes?”
I kissed him softly on the mouth. “Nothing. I just like saying your name.”
He returned the kiss, only this one more ravenous than before. I scored his back with my nails as he chased his orgasm with quickening strokes.
His emotions soaked into my hands—so much passion. I often experienced what men fantasized about during sex, but all he was thinking about was me. My hair fanned out, the sweet taste of my lips, the softness of my skin, and my warmth sheathed around his erection.
He also loved the way I kissed him.
Catcher howled at the starry sky.
Tiny pulses of pleasure were bursting like sparks of electricity, and I clutched his neck. “Salem, I think I’m close.”
His desire spiked. Salem pinned my hands down, our palms touching so I could feel every tangle of his desire with mine. I experienced everything he was feeling simultaneously, and it was explosive.
Salem buried himself deep. I released an anguished moan as he fell into a sweet rhythm that reached a fever pitch.
Catcher howled like trumpets announcing the arrival of my orgasm.