Shadow of the Wolf(30)

She turned her eyes to Chris. Her wolf looked grumpy this morning,  swatting Zach's hand away from the last piece of toast with a low growl.  "Save some for my mate, you heathen."

"Speaking of which, good morning, Lana." Daniel stood, pulling out her chair for her.

Chris took one look at her still wearing his shirt and frowned. "Why aren't you dressed?"

"Thank you." She took the seat gingerly, waiting until Daniel sat back down. "It's Pajama Sunday."

Chris blinked, a slow frown forming on his face. "Pajama Sunday."                       
       
           



       

"Yup." She snagged the last piece of toast and nibbled on it delicately.  "I get to sit around in my jammies, watch television, and generally  make a pig of myself."

Chris chuckled. "I like it already."

Zach ducked his head under the table. "Are you wearing underwear?"

"Zachary!" Chris yanked his brother up by the hair.



"Pig!" Lana threw her napkin at him.

"I am not a pig. I'm a growing boy. Can't you tell?" Zachary flexed his muscles, throwing her a happy puppy look.

That happy puppy look changed to a grumble when Daniel snagged Zachary's last piece of bacon.

"We hope some day he'll even grow a brain."

Zach picked up the napkin she'd thrown at him and threw it at Daniel. "What is with you and stealing my food?"

Zachary slapped his hands over his plate. Daniel smirked. "I'm a growing boy."

Lana bit her lip to keep from laughing. Chris's head was in his hands,  but she could see his shoulders shaking. Whether they were shaking from  laughter or sobs she couldn't tell.

"Could you two idiots go call Mom and Dad and let them know what's going  on? They're at the Holiday Inn, room two-fifteen." Chris stood, taking  the dirty plates from the table into the kitchen.

Zachary and Daniel stared at Chris. "Me? Call Mom?" Zach pointed to Chris. "She's your mate, you should call."

Chris glared at Zach from the kitchen sink. "I'm not calling Mom and  telling her Cole threatened my mate. Besides, I told her one of you  would call with an update on Gareth."

Daniel began backing slowly towards the patio door. "Don't even think of asking me to do it."

Zach stood. "Run?"

Daniel nodded. "Run."

They ran, right out the door and straight onto the patio, shedding  clothes as they went. Lana tried to peek around Chris to see the  brothers disrobing, but he kept blocking her view.

"Party pooper." She sat back, folding her arms over her chest and  pouting for all she was worth. She laughed when he growled at her.

She stopped laughing when he picked her up and tossed her over his  shoulder. She felt something sharp digging into her side. Claws? She  twisted, trying to see his hand, but the smart smack he gave her butt  stopped her. "You want to see a naked Beckett?"

She gulped and stilled. There was a deep, growling quality to his  usually smooth voice that warned her to be very careful. She wasn't  afraid he would hurt her, but it was better not to tug on the wolf's  tail.

His hand caressed her bare ass. "Fucking naked under my shirt." And he  took off, carting her up the stairs so quickly the walls blurred. When  they got to his bedroom, he slammed the door shut hard enough to rattle  the walls. "No underwear. Trying to see my brothers' bare asses.  Parading around in front of them in nothing but my shirt. Are you trying  to drive me insane?" Claws gently scraped her naked ass, his palm rough  against her skin.

"Uh, wait?" She blinked. Why did that come out as a question?

He placed her on her feet, his expression full of heated lust. His hands  drifted up her thighs, the cool rasp of his claws somehow heightening  her arousal. She backed away, her gaze never leaving his heated  expression.

And she was aroused. There was no denying that. Something about the  feral way he was stalking her across the bedroom heated her blood.

Her back hit the wall. She'd run out of room.

His hands came to rest on either side of her head. "You like to tease, sweetheart?"

She licked her lips, her heart hammering in her chest. "Sometimes." She  wasn't exactly fighting what he was about to do to her. In fact, she was  looking forward to it. They could both use the relief a bout of hot,  sweaty sex could give them. Still, she was in the mood to play a little.  She resisted the urge to reach out and trace the muscles of his chest.  She knew now exactly how hard and hot those muscles were, how they would  twitch under the stroke of her fingers.

He reached out and cupped her breast through his shirt. "I like to tease  too." His thumb stroked over her nipple, bringing it to aching life.  His lips curled in a sensuous smile. "But do you know what I like most  of all?"

She shook her head, more than half her attention on his hand.

He tweaked her nipple between his thumb and finger. "I like to make my women scream."

Her eyes narrowed. She snarled at him. Women?

He laughed, obviously delighted with her response. "Woman." He reached  down and lightly stroked her clit. "I bet I could make you, too."

Everything in her bristled. "Oh no. I bet I could make you."                       
       
           



       

"You're on."

She blinked. Had she just agreed to … ?

Oh. Oh.

His finger had slipped between her slippery folds, stroking her clit in  light, teasing touches. Her hips snapped forward all on their own,  trying to bring him closer, to rub harder on that maddening digit.

She opened her mouth, to say what, she wasn't sure. It wasn't like he  gave her a chance to say anything. His tongue was in her mouth so fast  he was lucky she didn't bite him by accident. But then he started doing  things with that tongue, those lips, that finger, driving every thought  out of her head but one.

Time to play.

She reached down and cupped him through his jeans, his soft groan music  to her ears. She unzipped him, pulling his cock out into her hand. She  stroked up and down the shaft, jacking him while he slipped his finger  inside her, slowly fucking her.

He pulled back from her mouth with a moan, latching onto her breast  through the shirt, suckling at her nipple, until she was gasping, riding  his hand, almost ready to beg.

He pulled out of her, smirking at her whimper. He sucked her juices from  his finger, growling when she pulled her hand from his cock and lapped  his juices from her fingers. He ripped the shirt open, scattering  buttons and exposing her naked breasts, the nipples beaded and hard.

Before he could do much more than look, she was on her knees, sucking  him into her mouth. His taste was divine, salty and sweet. She lapped  him up, savoring him.

"Holy fuck." One hand wrapped around the back of her head, holding her  steady while he pumped between her lips. The other was on the wall, his  back hunched, his head bowed. He watched himself slide in and out of her  lips with a rapt expression. She held still, allowing him to control  the pace of the blowjob, stroking his shaft with her tongue, determined  to get him to scream first.

She peeked up at him and saw his jaw clench. He was watching her face,  his gaze drifting between her eyes and mouth. When she closed her eyes  and hummed, he pulled out with a gasp.

"Oh no you don't." He sounded breathless. He pulled her up by the arms,  turned her, and began walking her backwards towards the bed. "You're  very good at that."

She smirked. "Thank you."



His gaze darkened. "I'm the only one you'll be doing that to from now on."

She decided not to say anything. He had that possessive look on his face  again, the one she now knew was directed only at her. He hadn't even  glanced at another woman at the reception, and Kerry's beauty had  garnered no response.

He picked her up and laid her on the bed, his shirt spread under her.  Neither one of them had bothered taking the ruined shirt off of her. Her  legs dangled over the side, her feet hanging above the carpet, her legs  nudged apart by his thighs. When he went down on his knees, her pussy  clenched in anticipation. She expected him to go right for her clit.  Most of her previous lovers had. But not Chris. Instead, he began slowly  lapping at her, from her hole to her clit, steady, rhythmically.  Maddeningly. Her body began to ride his tongue, the rasp of his whiskers  against her inner thighs just intensifying the sensation. Over and over  and over, he licked his way up and down, up and down until she was  completely drenched and desperate to come. She reached up and began  tweaking at her breasts, pulling on her nipples, thrusting against his  face. His hands held her thighs apart, his fingers digging into her  thighs, his low, hungry growls throwing her over the edge.