Beautiful Moves(Shifting Steel Book 3)(16)

"I know, Princess. But if I continue, I'm not going to stop, until I have my cock buried deep inside that sweet pussy of yours."

Wolf punctuated his explicit words by gently clamping his teeth down on  the crook of her shoulder, as he gripped her behind, lifted her up, and  pressed his steely manhood into the apex of her thighs. His stiff flesh  abraded her clit through the fabric of her jeans.

"Oh."

The sensation that gripped Ella, had her hands tightening on Wolf's  shoulders. She had to hold onto something as her sanity slipped away.  Wolf growled a wildly erotic sound, as her nails scored his biceps.

"Aw, hell, Ella. God, you tempt me." Wolf set her down, and stepped back. "I should get you back home."

As much as Ella wanted to deny it, she knew Wolf was right. She would've  let Wolf do whatever he wanted with her. Ella thought she was ready for  that, but what would she do tomorrow when the bubble burst, and things  were back to her version of normal.

Perhaps it's better not to know what I'm missing.

"Okay. I bet Wright is doing the pee pee dance."

"I nearly forgot Killer. Great! Now he won't let me take you out anymore."

Ella snickered at Wolf. She appreciated the way he dissipated the  awkward tension, instantly making her feel at ease. He interlaced his  fingers with hers as he walked her back to the clubhouse. Ella refused  to feel overly disappointed.





5 Working It Out




Wolf

Ella was like a whirlwind with the way she went to town on the  clubhouse. Wolf loved seeing her fervor as she made her design come to  life. Ella worked Vick and Tony like the dogs they were, and the  mongrels loved it. They also loved demolition. Who doesn't? The kitchen  and flooring were gutted and stripped in no time.

However, the betas didn't like shelling out for the contractors Ella  hired. They shouldn't complain. Wolf watched the diminutive woman haggle  with the plumber like a pro. Wolf laughed as he recalled the man's look  of exacerbation, after Ella talked him down a half-grand. The way her  shrewd mind quickly added up her own estimate and countered the man, was  a thing of beauty. Capable and gorgeous was a lethal combination.

Wolf resisted going after Ella, as much as he wanted to. The other  night, in the woods he nearly pushed her down in the grass, stripped her  bare, then possessed every luscious inch of her.

The things Ella inspired, went beyond carnal. He wanted her in a way  he'd not felt with other women. Her touch was filled with an innocence  that drove him wild. Anyplace her fingers lingered or her mouth touched  was instantly aflame. The sensations that ripped through Wolf, sent his  inner beast surging to the forefront demanding he claim Ella.

She was too sweet to withstand the primal urges that lashed at him. Ella  had no clue about the beast that lurked within. So, despite his whiney  inner wolf, he pulled back. Wolf would take things slow, and romance  Ella. Then hopefully in time he could reveal his true nature to her.  Wolf had a feeling, she'd be able to accept him. With that in mind Wolf  organized a little surprise in the wooded clearing, where they first  kissed.

Wolf walked into the clubhouse, smiling like the cat that ate the canary, then stopped dead at the sight that greeted him.

Ella was bent over a table saw, as she lined up a piece of lumber. This  was not the Ella he'd come to know. This was as far from refined and  sophisticated as you could get. Where had rough and tumble construction  worker Ella been hiding?                       
       
           



       

Ella's black boots looked completely out of character on her small feet,  along with the ratty, white t-shirt that hugged her breasts. Her ass  looked stunning, as usual, in a pair of jeans. The way it stuck out, in  Ella's current position, gave Wolf indecent ideas.

Fuck, she's hot! Wolf adjusted his crotch. His fly was cutting into his flesh.

Wolf stayed quiet, so he didn't startle Ella, while she cut the piece of  wood. She handled the saw like a pro. Ella hefted the long piece onto  her shoulder, then carried it over to the wall.

Wolf shook loose of his admiration, when he realized she might need some help attaching it to the wall.

"Hey, Princess, need a hand?"

"Wolf. Sure," Ella beamed at him.

Hell, even the safety glasses look hot on her.

"Where are Vick and Tony? They should be helping you," Wolf inquired as he held the far end of the lumber.

"They were going to grab some sandwiches," Ella said as she countersank a screw.

"You need to let them do some of this."

"I will, but I wanted to start the first row. Most people would start at  the floor, then wonder why the paneling looked off level once they got  halfway up the wall. Plus, I want to make sure they see the clearance  needed between the boards, so when things swell naturally, nothing bows  or cracks."

"Damn, woman, its super sexy when you talk like that, holding a drill."

Ella gave him a coy smile.

"You mean this drill." She stroked it. "I picked it out myself. It's  small enough I can wrap my fingers around the grip, but it's still  powerful enough to do the job," Ella demurred with a wicked glint in her  eyes.

Wolf staggered back.

"You're an evil tease. You better watch it or I'm going to wrestle you to the floor and show you a powerful tool."

"There's sawdust. That would be itchy." Ella scrunched up her nose.

"So, that's your only objection." Wolf cast her a wicked grin, as he stalked forward, ready to make good on his promise.

"Dinner has arrived," Tony bellowed as he entered the club house.

Wolf stopped his forward advance.

"Hey, Cotton Tail, we got a ham and cheese for you. Hey, Wolf." Vick followed Tony into the room.

"You're going to have to eat that sandwich. I've got plans for Ella."

"You do?" Ella brushed the sawdust out of her hair, and patted off her jeans. "I'm a wreck."

"A beautiful mess," Wolf countered, loving her disheveled appearance.

"Hey, Cotton Tail, you do all this while we were gone?"

"Yep. Do you think you can handle finishing this wall? Don't forget to stagger the seams and the corners like we discussed."

"Yes Mam."

"Oh, and remember to cut holes for the electrical," Ella added.

"I'll just make them redo it if you're not happy," Wolf threatened as he pulled Ella from the room.

"Hey!" Tony hollered down the hallway after them.

"What do you have planned?" Ella bounced with barely restrained excitement, making Wolf grin.

"You'll see. It's nothing big. I'm not half as creative as you are."

"Are we going back into the woods?" Ella asked, as Wolf led.

"Don't get ahead of me now."

Wolf started to worry Ella would be disappointed as they wound through  the woods. He didn't have a lot of practice intentionally trying to  impress ladies.

They walked to the far end of the clearing, where Wolf resurrected  something from his youth. Ella stopped as they reached the giant oak  near the stream. Her scent changed, no longer airy and light. Wolf  looked at the scene, to make sure a raccoon or squirrel hadn't attacked  the picnic while he was getting Ella. Everything was intact.

Ella studied the spread. Wolf had a bottle of wine, a squat candle he  hadn't lit yet, and a basket full of food. Ella walked over and took  hold of the rope swing, that swung out over the creek.

"My grandfather put a swing out here for us kids," Wolf explained.

"This looks new," Ella commented as she ran her hand over the seat, giving it a gentle push.

"I decided to replace it."

"When?"

"Today."

Ella turned to Wolf with tears in her eyes. Wolf started to panic.

"Princess, what's wrong?"

"Wolf … " Her hand fluttered as she pointed to everything. "The picnic, the swing."

"It's not as awesome as the sketch you did for me, but I hoped you'd like it."

"It's wonderful!" Ella held the swing as she spun around. "No one's ever done anything like this for me."                       
       
           



       

"Hop on."

Ella sat on the swing and Wolf gave her a push, sending her soaring.  Ella giggled as she flew through the air. The melodic sound filled Wolf  with delight. Maybe he hadn't done so bad after all.

"I want to jump off. Would you believe me, if I told you I could fly?" Ella trilled on the upswing.

"Don't do that, Supergirl," Wolf laughed at her excitement.

"I wanted a swing set." Ella grew quiet for a moment. Wolf had a  horrible feeling there was a sad story behind that simple sentence. "I  probably would've broken my neck." Ella shook off the memory, laughing  in glee as he pushed her again.

"We used to swing, and then jump off into the stream. My mother had a fit the first time she saw me do it."