Go Fetch

Chapter Thirteen

Surprisingly, he wasn’t pulled over. He used to ride sportsbikes that could hit two hundred miles per hour and he was pretty sure he’d never gone as fast on one of them as he did in the SUV. But Miki finally pushed him over the edge. He prayed she didn’t back down now. He wasn’t sure he could take it. He’d almost dragged her into Craig’s bathroom and took her there, but he forced himself to get under some kind of control. Although the wolf was having a full-on fistfight with the man in him.

Tires squealed as he turned into the hotel parking lot and took the first spot he saw. He got out, went around to the passenger side, and dragged Miki out. She didn’t say a word as he tossed her over his shoulder and went into the hotel. The hotel staff watched him quietly. He knew they wanted to say something to him about carrying a woman into their four-star hotel as if he were a caveman. But he knew none of them had the guts to say a word. He could only imagine the expression on his face.

But Miki was torturing him. Whether she meant to or not, she was torturing him. And until he was buried deep inside of her there would be no rest for him. No solace. No peace.

He didn’t even wait for the elevator. He took the stairs up ten flights and wasn’t even out of breath by the time he got to his door. He swiped his keycard, went in and tossed Miki on the bed.

She seemed unfazed by it all as she watched him with those inquisitive brown eyes. He didn’t want to make the same mistake he’d almost made that morning. So he went to his bag, dug through the few clothes he had packed, and grabbed the brown paper bag of condoms Sara had shoved in it as he walked out the den door. At the time he thought she was simply being hopeful.

He tossed the bag on the floor by the bed. Miki started to say something but he cut her off.

“Not a word.”

She surprisingly fell silent, watching him move to the bed. Her gaze dragged along the length of his body as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

“Lay back.”

She shook her head. “I wanna watch you.”

He growled and slid his hands under her skirt. He dragged her lace panties off, but left the garters and Docs on. He’d been thinking about going down on her dressed like that since she’d come out of the bathroom. He leaned forward and licked the inside of her thigh just above the stocking. She remained quiet until he pushed her thighs farther apart and his tongue skimmed along the folds of her sex. That’s when she gave a low moan and her head fell back. She used one arm to keep herself propped up while the other grabbed the back of his head and pushed him forward.

He pulled back a bit. “Miki.” Her eyes focused on him. “You said you wanted to watch me. So watch me.”

From the way her breathing changed and the expression on her face, he had a feeling he’d pushed her that much closer to coming. Which was good, because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. He needed to be inside this woman before he lost his mind.

His tongue slid inside her tight pussy. It was wet and hot and tasted so good. Miki’s hand tightened in his hair, pulling him close as his hands slid under her to cup her ass. He dragged her to him, his hands gripping her tight. She moaned in response, one leg over his shoulder, the other propped up on the bed.

Limber girl, he thought happily.

He licked her slowly, enjoying the sweet taste of her. The smell. He felt her body begin to shake when her orgasm broke around him. She made low, guttural sounds from the back of her throat as he used his tongue to stretch out her climax as long as he could.

When she tugged on his hair, trying to pull him up, he knew she was ready for him. He leaned back on his haunches, and stared at her. He needed her to make this move. He needed to know this was what she really wanted.

She ran her small hand across his jaw and down his neck. Then, slowly, leaned forward and began to lick her juices off his mouth and chin.

I’ll take that as a yes. He slid his hands to her waist and lifted her shirt up, lifting it over her head and tossing it across the room. She pulled away from him, backing up on the bed to yank off her skirt, the stockings, the Docs, all of it. Which was good. He wanted her completely naked. And completely his.

Miki tossed her Docs across the room as Conall yanked his T-shirt over his head, then he tackled his jeans. She’d never been this horny for anybody before in her life. She felt almost…desperate. Which was good because when he dropped his pants and she saw the size of his raging hard-on, she knew she was in for quite the workout.

But something inside her had changed. Here she was kneeling on the bed, completely naked, and she didn’t care. For the first time in her life, she really couldn’t give a flying fuck about anything or anyone except Conall and his huge dick.

She smiled and crooked her index finger at him. He didn’t need any more prompting than that. Whipping on a condom, he was in her arms within seconds. They both fell back on the bed, his hot mouth sucking at her breast. Every time his tongue swiped across her nipple, she felt it all the way down to her clit.

She heard growling, but it wasn’t Conall. It was her.

When she growled, he thought he would finally snap. He wanted to wait a bit. Make it all special and romantic, but who the hell was he kidding? He was wolf and she was fucking hot. He rose over her, his arms on either side of her shoulders. Miki’s body arched to meet his as he thrust inside of her, embedding himself deep.

She seemed so small under him. Small and beautiful. Miki looked up and gasped in surprise. Her hand reached up and touched his forehead. “Wolf eyes,” she whispered. His eyes must have shifted, but she wasn’t frightened. She leaned up and, unable to reach his mouth, she kissed his chest and neck. He trembled, holding his body rigid. His cock still buried in her tight pussy. He wanted to stay this way forever.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles locking at the base of his spine. Her fingers digging into his ass, keeping him deep inside her. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he began to stroke in and out. She felt so good, he thought he’d come any second. But he held on for her. Of course, it didn’t help when she began moving her hips and moaning his name. Yup. The woman was definitely trying to kill him.

Her tongue swiped across his nipple and he almost unraveled. “Oh God, Miki, baby. Don’t.” He was holding on by a thread.

She smiled against his flesh before sucking his nipple into her mouth. He felt his canines extend, and he desperately fought his desire to mark her. He didn’t want to do that to her. She was full human and he needed to know it was what she wanted. But he knew no other woman had ever made him like this. This crazy. This desperate. He’d worked so long and hard to control his every instinct, and this one clearly unstable woman had completely destroyed all that.

As his claws ripped the sheets underneath them, he knew at that very moment he loved her.

She could hear the sheets ripping under her. His claws were out. His fangs. His eyes had shifted. Who knew this would be such a turn on? And it was. It was like her entire body was on fire for him. And only him.

She liked making him crazy. As crazy as he made her. She bit into the flesh of his chest and he moaned and snarled all at the same time. He pounded into her harder, a delicious punishment for working so hard to make him come.

Her orgasm slammed into her like a runaway train. So hard she ripped flesh off his back with her nails and screamed in release. He came a moment after, his back arching, a howl torn from his throat. Knowing she made him howl…no, you really couldn’t get cooler than that.

He dropped on top of her. His whole body clearly too devastated to move. She didn’t complain. She didn’t realize how much she’d like such a big guy lying on top of her. She felt warm. Cozy. Safe. After a few minutes, he rolled off. His warmth gone, the sweat on her body chilled. She almost told him to roll his ass back.

They were both silent for several moments. Then she chuckled. She couldn’t help herself. Then he started to chuckle. Then they both started laughing outright.

“I was right,” she finally managed. “Viking.”

With a playful growl, he launched himself at her, knocking both of them off the bed.