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Sharon’s Wolves(25)

By:Becca Jameson


“No idea. Don’t intend to find out.”

“Possessive much?”

“Very.” He stopped looking around and turned to face her, glancing up and down her body. “As much as it pains me to say this, could you maybe put on more clothes? Like a turtleneck and a thick sweater and some baggy jeans or something?”

She tipped her head back and laughed. “No way.”

“Baby, it’s chilly outside,” he rationalized, stepping closer until he was in her space. He took her hand and tugged her toward the hallway. Her bedroom had to be down there somewhere, and inside would be bigger clothes that would keep him from ogling her sexy frame while he worked.

“I’m a wolf. You think I can’t handle a little nip in the air?”

He found the room he was looking for and dragged her inside. When he squared off with her, he glanced at her chest. Her nipples were stiff. They had been teasing him ever since he walked in the door.

She gasped when he let his hands roam over her hips and up her waist until he cupped her fantastic tits. “Cover these, Sharon. I swear to God, you need to stop arguing with me and put some clothes on.” He stroked his thumbs over her nipples, making them poke out farther as she rose onto her tiptoes.

“Cooper…” The way she moaned his name made his cock stiffen. At this rate, he wasn’t going to stay alive long enough to claim Sharon.

“Baby, please…” he whispered into her hair, knowing he wasn’t helping matters at all, his hands molding to her breasts with enough pressure he could feel her nipples poking into his palms.

He released her breasts, but only to let his hands wander down her body, over her hips, to the hem of her dress. Fuck Nature. That black aura could hover next to them for all he cared. He wanted to pull this tight dress over Sharon’s head and feast his eyes on what lay beneath. He wanted to push her onto the bed, spread her legs, and inhale long and slow of her essence. He wanted more. Everything.

His eyes fluttered closed.

She leaned in closer, as if that were possible, pressing against his cock while her hands wandered up to the back of his head.

The hem of her dress rose with her. He could smell the arousal leaking from her pussy. He needed to taste her.

A shrill noise wormed its way into his brain, jarring him until he realized it was his phone.

Sharon jerked, releasing him and jumping out of his arms. “Shit.” Her chest rose and fell with every breath. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she lifted her arms to run her fingers through her hair.

God, she was gorgeous. Her breasts rose high, swollen and pressing against the tight material of her black dress. “Are you going to answer that?”

He shook thoughts of ignoring the call and flattening his soon-to-be mate onto the mattress from his muddled mind and reached into his pocket to extract the phone. He connected with his team instantly. “Hamilton here.” He glanced away, cleared his throat, and repeated his name in a stronger voice someone might be able to hear. “This is Cooper.”

“Dude, you on your way? Did you feel that?”

“Yes. I’m headed that way now.” He followed Sharon around the room with his gaze while his coworker rattled on about the size of the tremor and the location of the epicenter.

Her space was immaculate, but then again, she’d expected to mate with another man tonight. Her bed was king-size, thank God. He licked his lips as he took in the missionary style headboard and footboard. The slats would come in handy. And since he didn’t have a place to live, he realized this would be his temporary home until the three of them built their dream home on the land left by his grandfather—the land shared equally with his four siblings near the edge of the reservation.

He pointed at her closet while he listened to Chuck continue to yap excitedly. Earthquakes were their adrenaline rush. He couldn’t deny he felt a certain amount of exhilaration. “Get dressed,” he mouthed.

She scrunched her face up and then did the unthinkable.

Facing him head on from about three yards away, she grasped the hem of her dress and drew it over her head.

His knees shook. All the blood rushed from his face and chest. He almost dropped the phone as she lifted her arms high above her head, stretching out her long lithe body. Her legs went on forever. Her pussy was covered with just a small swatch of black lace, the same matching lace that barely covered her nipples and left nothing to the imagination about the size of her pert, high tits.

When she lowered her hands and dropped the dress on the floor, he swallowed. Her breasts remained high and firm. Swollen. He could just make out her nipples under the edge of lace, hard tips that had to be sensitive against her bra. Her belly hollowed as she took deep breaths.