She pulled the door open, and Trager almost fell in. The wolf-bitch was inches away from him, one foot planted against the wall, putting her in quite a… a… position. She was spread wide, all her lower goods on display.
He righted himself, a sick look on his face.
“What the fuck?” Kerrigan had never used that word before.
“In the bathroom,” he said.
Wolf-bitch chuckled, slowly bring her foot down. Heads were turning in their direction. People were watching, and still the bitch wouldn’t stop. “He was hard for it,” she mock-whispered. “See for yourself.”
“I’m going to kill her!”
“Bathroom, now.”
Kerrigan gave him a murderous look… and then lunged for the wolf-bitch’s throat. But she didn’t make it. Trager’s arm banded around her waist, lifting her off the ground and shoving her into the bathroom. The wolf-bitch was right; Trager’s erection pressed into her backside. She kicked and punched.
“Let me go.”
“Never.”
“You wanted her. I can feel it.” She kicked again. If she could just get loose, she’d show that girl what happened when someone messed with her man.
“Oh, baby, this isn’t for her.”
Kerrigan stopped kicking, but he didn’t let go. Her chest pumped from the exertion.
“I was about to come through that door when you opened it. I didn’t look anywhere but her eyes. You saw more than I did, I’m sure.”
“I hate her.”
He ground his hardness against her. “This is because of you,” he whispered in her ear. “Because you would’ve fought for me. You have no idea what that means to a wolf like me.”
Kerrigan relaxed a touch. “I’ll kill her.”
“Shh.” His hand moved up her stomach to gently squeeze her breast. “I don’t want to talk about her anymore.” He pressed a kiss behind her ear, and another, until she tilted her head.
Suddenly, she found herself flipped around and pushed against the wall. He yanked her shirt up, his eyes going wide at the sight of her wearing the red bra he’d packed. He jerked the cups down, exposing both breasts for his attention.
And did he ever give them attention. Tugging and pulling and licking and sucking.
Kerrigan panted at the sensations. The things he could do to her body were nothing short of miraculous. Like she was an instrument only he knew how to play.
He broke away to undo the zipper of his pants, his erection springing free. She reached for it like a life preserver. It was steely and smooth as she ran her hand up and down the shaft. “I want you bad, Kerrigan,” he heaved. “After what you did, I want you real bad.”
God, she wanted him too. Couldn’t even care that there were wolves outside. Hopefully wolf-bitch was listening.
“Please.”
He flicked the button of her jeans and had them around her ankles in two seconds flat. One hand in her hair, forearm braced on the wall, he slipped is fingers past her panties.
“You’re ready. So ready for me.”
“Trager… need you…” He rubbed her sex faster and faster.
“Baby… Fuck. I don’t want to take you in a bathroom. I want you in my bed.” He leaned his head against the wall over her shoulder.
Kerrigan didn’t care where they were. She wanted him now. Now. It felt crucial. Maybe it was just being in the vicinity of so many wear-shifters, but she wanted to claim him, mark him. If sex was the name of the game then… what a wonderful game.
There was a thunderous bang on the door. “Alpha’s here.” It was wolf-bitch. Her voice made Kerrigan homicidal.
Trager nuzzled her neck, licking. The action was very… wolfy, but it had a calming effect. She breathed deep, letting him soothe her.
“We finish this later, mate.” He stepped back, readjusting her bra. His eyes held a wild edge, and made her stomach clench with longing.
Hissing, he tucked his erection into his waistband and pulled his shirt down to cover it. Kerrigan buttoned her jeans, took a deep breath, and went for the door. But Trager grabbed her hair, stopping her.
Slowly, he came up behind her, his mouth dropping to her ear. “Did you know, once a wolf finds his mate, he wants no other? Only his mate’s scent can excite him, only her touch can calm him, heal him. That’s why they’re testing us, to see if this is real.” He nipped the shell of her ear with his teeth. “You’re it for me, Kerri. Whatever happens, don’t forget that.”
Kerrigan followed him out into the great hall where many people were gathered. There was no sign of wolf-bitch. In the center of the room, a huge shirtless man stood. His head was shaved, except for one long strip down the middle of his scalp. His nose was pierced, and on his right pectoral, an odd-shaped scar stood out from otherwise smooth skin. The wolf, Vesh, stood at his left, and the woman from the lodge, on his right.