“You know what we are. You owe me.”
“Owe you?” She hated the way her voice shook. Uncle Omar hadn’t mentioned that tidbit to her about what it meant when you owed something to a werewolf. She wasn’t sure she was going to appreciate finding out the meaning either.
“Don’t scream and don’t fight me.” His tone was commanding.
“Shit,” she breathed out. There was no way that statement, coming from that big guy, was good news.
His hands rose slowly as he gripped her arms over her elbows. His touch was gentle as his fingers curled around her and he backed her off the sidewalk. He used his hold on her to maneuver them between two houses. A wood fence stopped her when her back brushed it. The streetlights didn’t reach between the houses so she stood there with him in the dim light.“Don’t talk. I’m not going to hurt you.” He had a husky, deep voice.
“I—”
“Shush,” he whispered.
Her heart hammered as her lips sealed together. She had a pretty good idea why a man would back her into a dark area between two houses and tell her to be quiet. Her gaze raked up and down his body, verifying again that he was a big bastard, and it sent fear inching up her spine. She tried to think of something that would keep her calm since fear wasn’t her friend when she was being touched by a werewolf. She didn’t want him to scent anything that would turn him on.
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One of his hands released her arm so he could reach between them. Mika could hardly make out anything in the shadows but nothing was wrong with her hearing. She heard a zipper—his, not hers, since he hadn’t touched her pants.
“No,” she said softly. “Please.”
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered. “I helped you and now you’re going to help me. Hold very still. I promise you’re safe with me.” She wanted to run. A scream would be great too, she thought. She held still though and kept her lips locked together while her heart thundered in her chest. The man leaned down to nuzzle the side of her face by brushing his scratchy, short whiskers lightly against her skin. His touch was too gentle to be painful, though he needed a shave. He lowered his face more and then his mouth brushed her throat.
Mika tensed hard, stunned. The man wasn’t attacking her but he was touching her with his face and mouth. He inhaled deeply as a soft growl came from his lips against her skin. She was grateful for the fence behind her that held her up when her knees started to shake. She took a deep breath, inhaling a soft, masculine scent that reminded her of the woodsy outdoors.
“Easy,” he rasped against her neck. “Quiet.”
Her vision adjusted to the darkness. The big, warm hand on her arm tightened as he lifted his head, tilting it all the way back. She looked down his body and shock tore through her at seeing Grady’s open jeans, hard flesh protruding from the hand he had wrapped around a major hard-on.
His hand released her arm so he could grip the bottom of her shirt and his head lowered again. Mika tore her focus from his hand on his cock and up to his face. His dark gaze locked with hers as he softly growled at her.
“Turn and lower your pants now.”
She was frozen.
“Now,” he rasped. “I won’t enter you. I saved your life, I’m highly aroused, and this isn’t going to hurt you at all. Do it.”
“No.” She got that word out.
Another soft growl came from him. “I’m really turned on. I just want to touch you while I calm down.”
Her gaze dropped to his hand wrapped around the distinctive shape of his cock.
“That’s not going to calm you down. That’s going to make this situation worse.”
“You know what I am and you know about our kind. Didn’t your boyfriend ever tell you that the only way to calm him in a highly agitated state is to get him off?” His voice was a soft rumble. “I just want to touch you and I need to smell you.”
“So inhale.” She realized he thought she knew about them by dating one. She didn’t correct him, doubting that he’d care since the others hadn’t.
“Not the kind of scent I need to get me off. I said I’m not going to hurt you or enter you. I saved your life. Can’t you do this for me?” 13
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Shit! He had saved her, she reasoned, and he didn’t have to get her permission. He was big enough to make her do whatever he wanted but he was asking instead. Damn!
She turned and her hands shook as she unfastened her jeans to slide them down her thighs. He wasn’t hurting her and she knew that she couldn’t get away from him. At least there weren’t four of him. She hesitated and then lowered her panties until they bunched around her knees.
“You better not be lying to me. If you hurt me―”
“I won’t.” His voice was even deeper than it had been.
He moved restlessly against her. She tensed, waiting for his next move. She hoped he was telling her the truth but half expected him to have lied—that he would force his way into her body. He was breathing heavier now, faster, but so was she as adrenaline zipped through her body.
“Spread your thighs more.”
She shifted her legs apart as far as her jeans would allow. One of his hands gripped her hip and then slid over her stomach. She tensed and then gasped as his hand dove lower and cupped her mound. His body moved in closer until his chest was against her back as he leaned into her but kept his hips back. He had really warm skin since her shirt was torn open there, leaving her bare, to feel him. The man had a lot of body heat to put off that kind of warmth. His hand shifted and then she gasped as his fingers explored her sex.
“Easy. You’ll enjoy this,” he softly growled at her.
He lowered his face and inhaled deeply against her neck. She jumped a little when he licked her under her ear and that lick turned into an open-mouthed kiss. Sharp teeth raked her sensitive skin but it didn’t hurt and he wasn’t biting. All she could smell was wood from the fence and the masculine scent of the man behind her, surrounding her with his larger body. His fingers ran along her slit and she squeezed her eyes closed.
She was embarrassed by the fact that she knew she was wet. His fingers rubbed in that proof between her legs. Proof that he was affecting her. He growled a little deeper.
Shock assailed her as his fingertip drew circles around her clit. Worse, the pleasure was intense, raw, and he didn’t let up. She opened her hands on the wall and pressed her forehead against the cool wood. Grady’s finger rubbed her clit back and forth, changing the motion while he applied a little more pressure. A moan tore from Mika.
Ecstasy was in the man’s fingertip.
“You smell so good I want to fuck you with my tongue and have you ride my face. I bet you taste better than you smell,” he rasped against her throat.
Mika hated how his words made her body respond. She was turned on and if he kept rubbing her clit, she knew she was going to come. She bit her lip and fought the next moan. She couldn’t stop her hips from moving though. She tried to resist the urge but her body wasn’t listening. She bucked her hips against that thick digit that was tormenting her.“That’s it, babe,” he breathed against her skin. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” 14
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He moved his hand a little and one of his thick fingers pushed into her pussy. She moaned. There was no stopping the sound that pushed past her lips. He didn’t enter her far, probably couldn’t because he was still rubbing her clit with that hand, but he was knuckle-deep, sliding in and out of her. She knew she was really creaming with need now, soaked.
“Come for me,” he growled.
Mika threw her head back into his chest, turned her face against his neck, the scent of him with her nose against his skin was all she could focus on. That and what his hand was doing to her. He was damn good with his hand—too damn good—and was playing with her perfectly. Her hips bucked, straining against his hand and fingers. She tensed and then cried out softly as she did exactly what the man demanded of her. The climax hit her hard and fast as pleasure tore through her.
His breathing increased and then he stiffened behind her, his chest against her back going taut. His body was rock solid and then wetness spread across the inside of her thighs. She realized then that he’d been masturbating while touching her. He groaned as that warm wetness splashed repeatedly on her skin as he kept coming on her thighs.
His finger eased out of her pussy and he jerked his hand from between her thighs.
She turned her head away from his neck as he straightened and she opened her eyes.
She had to tilt her head to look up at him. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted. She watched in shock as he lifted his hand that had just given her the best climax of her life and licked his finger that had been inside her. His mouth closed over his third finger and he sucked on it as a low growl tore from his throat.
He yanked his finger from between his lips the second his eyes snapped open. Mika stared into black eyes when he looked down at her, their gazes locking for a long moment. He moved back, not touching her anymore, and reached for the front of his jeans. She was too stunned to move even as she felt the wetness on her thighs cooling on her skin from the night air.
“You do taste better. Get dressed,” he ordered softly.
She didn’t need to be told twice, his words knocking her out of her stunned stupor.