Shadow of the Wolf(16)

He buried his face in her hair. "Please tell me you at least make coffee."

"That's what most people drink in the morning."

"Okay, I forgive you." He placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Hey, Nurse Evans? I have this pain."

She smacked his hip. "Go back to sleep, perv."

"Don't you want to take my temperature?" He gave her puppy-dog eyes, but  his wandering hands were anything but puppy-like. His fingers were  between her legs, stroking in slow, seductive circles.

"Chris?"

"Hmm?"

"You have to let go so I can get up."



"One of us is up already."

"Chris!"

He rolled on top of her, his cock resting against her opening. "You're a morning person, remember?"

She licked her lips, the feel of his warm body drugging her. "I told myself no more surprise sex."

One brow rising, he slowly thrust against her, nudging her entrance.  "There's no surprise here, Lana. We already know how good it can be." He  bent over her with a warm smile. "I promise you."

He licked her chin, the move surprisingly erotic. "This time?" He nipped  her earlobe, pulling a shudder from her. "It will be better."

She gulped. Her resistance was melting like butter in the sun. "Better?"

"Mmm." The purring growl sent a shiver through her. "I plan on taking my  time." He kissed the hollow of her throat. "I want to savor every inch  of you." He tasted the top of her left breast. "Find out what makes you  shiver." He sucked her nipple into aching hardness. One finger thrust  into her pussy, stroking her in time with the suction of his mouth. She  gasped, arching up into his hand and mouth. His thumb stroked over her  clit with every thrust, bringing it to painful life. "I want to know  what makes you scream, and how to get you to whimper."

"I shouldn't." She fucked herself on his finger, fighting her body's  desires. Her body was winning, clubbing her fears to death with strong,  steady strokes of one male finger. And who the hell was she kidding? She  shouldn't, but she was going to!                       
       
           



       

He chuckled. "You should. You definitely should." He slipped under the  comforter. Before she could even squeak, his warm tongue was lapping at  her pussy. Over and over, gentle then hard, from her hole to her clit.

That was the last straw. Her brain threw its hands up in disgust and took a back seat to her libido.

"Lick me. God, lick me." She threaded her fingers through his hair, her  fingers stroking, encouraging him. She'd given up her half-hearted  protest in favor of the incredible sensations he was pulling from her  body. He methodically stroked her with his tongue, his sighs and moans  showing exactly how much he was enjoying his task. When her hips began  moving, he encouraged her, his lapping tongue moving faster and faster  until she was fucking his face, eager for the orgasm just on the edge of  her senses. When it hit, she bucked up against him with a groan.

But he didn't stop. He kept licking, kept sucking until her hips were  moving again, her fingers clutching in his hair. Another, stronger  orgasm started to build, frightening her with how badly she wanted it.  She felt something enter her and knew from the stretch that he'd added  some fingers, fucking in and out of her, driving the sensations even  higher.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She could hear herself chanting softly, barely aware of what she was saying.

In answer he pulled her clit into his mouth, strumming it lightly until  she was gasping her pleasure, the orgasm so strong her entire body bowed  around his head, her fingers tightening in his hair until it had to  hurt.

He waited until she sank back down onto the mattress before prowling up  her body. Once again the iris of his eyes was swallowed by the pupil,  making his eyes appear black rimmed in gold. It was the sexiest fucking  thing she'd ever seen.

He thrust into her, powering into her. This time it was his hands  clenching in her hair. He pulled her head back, using her body with each  and every powerful thrust of his cock. He growled softly and buried his  face in her neck, biting hard enough to suck up a mark, his hips  snapping faster and faster against her.

Once again she was going to come. It was building, higher and higher, his cock brushing that in-



credible spot inside her with each pounding drive into her body. She  wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her, grimacing when his  hands tightened and pulled her head even farther to the side, exposing  her vulnerable neck.

He picked another spot, biting and sucking, growling long and low  against her, his cock moving so fast she knew he was about to come. She  wasn't far behind him, but this time she was determined he would go  first. His panting breaths fanned her neck. "God. Love. Coming. Come. My  witch.

Mine."

Without thought she reached down and stroked her clit, her fingers  brushing against the base of his wet cock. With a strangled moan he  came, jerking against her in short, stabbing strokes.

She let go, her own orgasm washing over her in blinding waves, her body clutching his like it never wanted to let him go.

Chris slowly lowered himself beside her, his cock slipping out of her  with a wet sound. "I think I could get used to a morning person." He  grinned at her, his chest heaving, his arm draping around her waist.

She shook her head at him, feeling too good to take issue with the male  satisfaction on his face. Besides, making her come three times? She  figured he deserved a little smugness. She glanced at the clock and  winced. "I hate to tell you this but I have to get up."

He snuggled into her, his knee between her thighs, his head on her chest. "No you don't."

"Yes I do, you big baby. I have to go to work."

"Call out sick."

"Can't. I have a big project due today."

"But you're so warm," he grumbled.

"Chris!"

"Fine." He huffed, but he let her go, rolling onto his back with a pout.

"I'll see you after work, you big baby."

"Mm-hmm." He was already curling up around her pillow. "Smells good."

With a sigh, he slid back into sleep. She couldn't help the smile that  crossed her face. "Sleep tight, wolfman." She leaned over and kissed his  forehead. "I like you too."



* * * *

Christopher woke to the sound of a loud thud. He stretched, grateful for the extra sleep Lana had- "Get off me, you big ape!"

Christopher lurched out of bed, grabbed his jeans, and began shoving his  legs into them. Lana sounded pissed, but worse, she sounded scared.

"What in hell is wrong with you?" Gareth was bellowing like a wounded bull. "You want to wind up a smear on the landscape?"

Gareth? What the fuck was he doing that Lana sounded scared? Christopher  was at the bedroom door pulling it open when Lana screeched. "Let go of  me!"                       
       
           



       

He thundered barefoot down the stairs just in time to see Gareth land on  the floor, hands cradling his balls. "What the fuck is going on?"

Gareth was rolling around on the floor, his face a rictus of agony. "Owww."

Lana flipped her hair over her shoulders, glaring at Gareth. "He grabbed hold of me and threatened to tie me up!"



"She was going to go to work!"

Christopher crossed his arms over his chest and glared at them both. "Work?"

"I wasn't leaving the house!" Lana threw her hands up in the air and  flounced onto the living room sofa. "I realized over breakfast that it  would be too dangerous to go into the office, so I called work and told  them I needed to telecommute for the next couple of days." She waved her  hand towards Gareth, who was just picking himself gingerly up off the  floor. "Doofus over there saw me heading for the staircase to tell you  what was going on, thought I was leaving the house and assaulted me."

"I did not attack you!"

"You picked me up off the floor and threatened to tie me up!"

Christopher shook his head and headed past Gareth into the kitchen. It  was too damn early in the morning to listen to his mate and his brother  bickering without the fortification of caffeine. Besides, he bet Gareth  had done exactly what Lana said he'd done. Big brother could be more  than overprotective at times. He could be a real pain in the ass.

Christopher tried to look on the bright side. At least he knew if  anything happened to him, Lana would be well guarded. The volume of the  fight increased. He could hear Gareth threatening to stuff Lana in a  closet for her own safety.

He winced. Very well guarded.

"Good morning, Chris. Need a mug?"