Go Fetch

Chapter Fourteen

“Mmmhm, Conall.”

Conall’s eyes snapped open. What in hell? He turned over slowly and looked at her. He could see her clearly in the pitch-black room. She lay on her side, facing him. And sound asleep.

He raised an eyebrow. The woman was definitely out cold, but he’d heard her voice. Was she dreaming about him? They’d just had several hours of seriously hard-core sex, she should be just sleeping. And she definitely shouldn’t be having wet dreams about him still.

She suddenly stretched, turning so her back rested against the bare mattress. The ruined sheets had hit the floor hours ago. While she stretched, her back arched, presenting those adorable breasts of hers to him like an offering from the gods. He leaned down and licked one. Just a slow swipe. Her back arched more and again she moaned his name.

He stared at her, loving his wolf eyes because he could see her without turning on a light and ruining the moment. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. It wasn’t simply her looks either. Hell, those could go and he wouldn’t miss them. It was something else. It was her. She was raw and rude and who she was. The wolf in him loved that. Loved her. When she was around, the wolf in him wanted to lie down and put his head in her lap. And he didn’t have to hide who he was. She seemed to relish the rawness he’d always worked so hard to keep bottled up.

“Conall?” It sounded almost like she was pleading with him. Christ, what exactly was his dream self up to? He noticed her arms were still over her head, like someone held them in place. He growled and she smiled in her sleep, her lust reaching out and grabbing him around the cock.

He reached over and ran his finger gently across her nipple. It hardened further under his touch but she didn’t wake. He pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She wiggled a bit, but she slept on.

Yeah, he liked the way she slept.

He brought his mouth down to her breast, grasping her nipple gently between his teeth. He let his tongue flick over it again and again and then he sucked. She made desperate sounds from the back of her throat, but miraculously she was still out cold.

He ran his hand down her stomach and in between her thighs. She moaned as his forefinger circled her clit then flicked it. She almost came off the bed, so he grasped her arms and held them down.

He briefly closed his eyes. He never thought he’d meet someone like Miki. Someone strong enough to be his woman. His mate. But she was. She was everything he’d ever hoped for. And it didn’t hurt she was one wicked fuck.

He worked her clit with his fingers and her breasts with his mouth and tongue. But whatever was happening in her dream had already brought her halfway to climax. All he was doing was providing the last little push she needed.

She shuddered. Actually, her entire body did. Then her legs began to shake. She was coming, and he pulled back enough so he could watch her. She always came hard and loud, and looked beautiful doing it.

He stayed with her until her body settled down. Then she smiled in her sleep and sighed…his name.

If he physically could have, he would have come himself. That’s what the woman did to him. Instead, he decided right then and there. He was going to marry Miki Kendrick. He just had to convince her. And, hell, how hard could that be?

Miki felt warm lips against hers. She sighed and opened her eyes, giving them a few seconds to adjust to the darkness. His lips moved gently down her neck and she felt that wonderful hair of his rubbing across her flesh. God, she loved the feel of his hair against her body. She wanted to run her hands through it, but she couldn’t since her arms were pinned above her head.

“Um…Conall?”

“Um…Miki?”

“What’s the deal with my arms?”

“It was the only way to keep you pinned to the bed?”

“See, statements like that really freak me out.”

“You started it.”

“I started what?”

“A woman moans your name in her sleep, it’s really hard to ignore her.”

Now this was getting embarrassing. “God, did I jack off in my sleep again?” This wasn’t a mental disorder was it? Like being a sociopath or a schizophrenic.

“No. But I thought you could use a little assistance with that.”

“Oh.” She thought she had dreamed all that. She was glad she hadn’t because it fuckin’ rocked.

He kissed her mouth again, released her arms then sat up, his back against the headboard. He reached over to the side table and grabbed something. She heard a tearing sound and realized he’d grabbed a condom.

“What are you doing, Viking?”

“Get up here, Kendrick.”

“I’m sleeping.”

“Not anymore you’re not. Let’s go. Haul it out.”

“Well, you are quite the romantic.” She pulled herself up and crawled into his lap.

“You want romantic? How about ‘I wanna fuck.’”

“Asshole,” she muttered as she straddled his waist and lowered herself onto him. Her pussy already wet, his big cock slid in easily. She let go a rough moan. Christ, he felt so good inside her.

“You okay?” His voice was rough like hers now. She couldn’t see him very well in the dark, but she could see his eyes. She could feel him.

“Are you kidding?”

He licked her neck and grabbed her around the waist. “I wanted to fuck and kiss you all at the same time without arching my back, and I was thinking this might be the best way to do it.”

He didn’t seem bothered by their height differences. In fact, it seemed as if he enjoyed the challenge.

“Kiss me, Mik.”

She leaned forward, her arms around his neck, her breasts against his chest. She slowly ran her tongue along his bottom lip, then slid to the top. He tried to capture her mouth with his, but she pulled back, drawing one of his growls. She really enjoyed teasing him. He leaned back and waited. She touched his lips again with her tongue. He tasted so good. But when he tried to kiss her, she moved away.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Having a little fun.”

He groaned. One of frustration, his head rubbing against her cheek then her neck. “Dammit, woman. Kiss me.”

“All right,” she laughed. “Don’t whine.”

She kissed him and his hands tightened on her waist, his cock expanding even more inside her. She dug her hands into his hair and pulled him closer. It was like they were both trying to slide into each other’s skin.

He held her tight, his tongue stroking hers. She felt how much he wanted her. Needed her, even. No one had ever reacted this way to her before. Or made her feel the same.

She slowly began to ride him, her hips moving against him, her pussy tightening around his cock. He moaned and his fingers dug deep into her flesh. It hurt, but in a good way. A damn good way.

She didn’t rush it and he didn’t ask her to. It seemed like they were both just enjoying the moment. Enjoying each other.

“Miki-baby?”

She liked when he called her that. She realized it was his nickname for her. And she liked that she had a nickname. “Mhhmm?”

“You don’t have any school plans tomorrow, do you?”

“No. Why?”

“Just wondering what would happen if we kept this going for the next four or five hours.”

Miki chuckled. “I don’t sleep, Viking. Not really. So it wouldn’t matter to me.”

He licked her neck. Nipped her earlobe. And she kept riding him. “You just need somebody to wear you out.”

She snorted. “Yeah. Good luck with that.”

They both froze. Dammit.

“Uh, Conall…”

“Too late! The gauntlet’s been laid. I accept your challenge.”

“No. No. Now let’s be rational about this.” She tried to squirm away from him, but his grip tightened like a delicious vice. He wasn’t letting her go anywhere and she loved every minute of it.

“Dogs aren’t rational, baby. We’re dogs. We just want a job.” He squeezed her ass and she squeaked. “And I just found mine…”