Goal: A Mate (Bachelor Auction #2) (8 page)

She swore when he tore his mouth from hers, and he dragged his lips down her throat and across her chest to circle her breast before lapping at her nipple. She thrust her chest forward encouraging him to take more from her.

All barriers and past arguments faded to dust as she got what she she’d only ever dreamed about until now. Brandon transferred his attention to her other peak. His other hand slid down to between her thighs to cup her sex, rocking his palm against her clit, bringing her close to the edge.

A frustrated scream built up in Kelly’s throat. She wished he would slip the gusset to the side and finger-fuck her already. Or hell, undo his fly and let his cock out. She was on the pill and only claim-mated werewolves could produce cubs.

He tugged on her nipple with a hard pull, setting off a shot of electricity straight to her womb. She cried out as small orgasm rolled over her. As the last of the tingles faded away, she growled. She didn’t want to come like that without him inside of her.

“Need you now.” She reached down and undid his belt. The fly was between her index and thumb, ready to be pulled down, but he took her wrists and held her still. She glanced up at him, annoyed that he’d stopped her.

“Not like that, honey.” He took her mouth in a branding kiss before pulling back.

She let out a frustrated growl.

He opened up the driver’s side door. Icy cold wind blasted into the vehicle, stealing some of the heat, but doing nothing to cool her down. Her nipples pebbled to painful tips, but her ardor hadn’t faded. If anything, it increased.

“Out of the car. We’ll get our stuff later. I want to taste you.” A flash of wolf peeked out in his eyes, which flashed a burnished bronze.

She refused to make it that easy for him. “Fine.” She scrambled out of the cab, gravel crunching under her heels. “Catch me.”

She kicked off her heels and regretted it the instant her soles made contact with a sharp rock. “Damn it.”

He scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the front porch, keys jangling form his index finger. “Gotcha.”

“I—Ch-ch-cheater.” She stuttered as another chilly wind hit her. It stole her breath but did not dampen the need that strummed her blood.

“You ran, but you’ll still get rewarded.” His voice seemed to come from the back of his throat. A rumble of sound started deep in his chest and came out of his mouth. Again, his eyes flashed to the wolf’s.

She shivered and wriggled in his arms. “Hurry up.”

“As you wish.” He ducked his head and stole a kiss before placing her on her feet to unlock the door.

Chapter Six

Brandon pushed open the door, turned back, and scooped Kelly up into his arms before carrying her over the threshold. She squirmed in his hold. He wanted to give her a swat on the butt to stop her from moving. There was no worry of dropping her; he had a secure grip on her.

“Put me down! Oh my Goddess, Bran that’s such a jinx.” She tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he just increased the pressure of his grip, careful not to hurt her.

“That’s just silly. I’ve never heard that.” He kicked the door closed with the heel of his boot and advanced further into the living room.

“Your aunt told me that! She said if your mate carried you over the threshold before the two of you were bonded to each other, it would jinx the relationship.” She wriggled a bit more.

He snorted. “Aunt Millicent also said if you shift while you have to pee you won’t be able to until you return to human form. She’s a little off her rocker and very superstitious. Focus on us and the here and now.”

Once they were a good distance in with enough space to not trip or crash into anything, he placed her on her feet.

“Now turn around and take off your panties. Nice and slow.” He ignored the strangled tone of his voice. The wolf was clawing to get out. He had to keep pushing down the beast.
“I promise we’ll claim her soon enough. Stop!”

The wolf’s fear dampened some of his desire. He could understand why it was afraid. He didn’t want to lose this chance. Just because she wanted sex with him, that wasn’t any indication that she was with him fully. He only had this moment to show her what she would be missing out on.

He shuffled backward until the backs of his thighs hit the armrest of a chair. Once settled on the arm he took in the scene before him. Pale moonlight lit up the room, bathing her skin in an unearthly glow that made her all the more of a goddess to him. Her curls bounced around her shoulders and slipped along the bright white of her blouse. There was something about her removing her panties and leaving on the rest of her clothing that caused his blood to rise. As if they were in such a hurry that they couldn’t be bothered to get naked, they just needed to give in to the passion.

She bent down, and he bit his lip to hold back a deep groan of appreciation, but some of the noise came out anyway. Kelly was curved in all the right places, and he loved it. Her thighs were thick and strong, as proven in the car. He couldn’t wait to feel her legs wrapped round his waist as he drove into her wet heat, deep and hard. The image of her bare breasts rose up in his mind’s eye. He’d almost bitten off his tongue. Just the sight of the plump globes had him close to coming in his pants. When they’d started dry humping, he damn near lost his mind and given in to her desire to rip open his fly to let his cock out. He would’ve taken her right then and there with no condom, safety be damned, but his sensibilities had asserted themselves, and he’d remembered what he truly wanted.

He opened his eyes in time to see her running her hands up and down her legs. They were bare and gorgeous. Next time he’d request to see her in black lace-top stockings, maybe a little garter belt. Hell, he’d buy her some new lingerie just to rip it off. Her skirt was bunched around her waist in a crumple of onyx-colored cotton. She hooked her thumbs into the bit of silk she’d called underwear and, with great care, drew them down. He tracked the progress of the panties until they dropped to the ground, drawing attention to the spiked heels of her black stilettos.

She straightened up and stepped out of her underwear, still facing the wall. Without her eyes on him, he took his time in appreciating the site of her bare, rounded ass.

“I think you deserve a spanking.” He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but he wanted to gauge her sexual limits. If she said no, he’d be disappointed but wouldn’t push her to do something she didn’t want or enjoy.

“Have I been naughty?” She purred. Kelly pushed her hips back, giving him the perfect view of bottom.

He groaned. Just hearing that rich throaty pitch to her voice made his cock jump.

“Very.” He pushed off from his seat and strode across to where she stood. Once by her side, he ran a hand through her hair, messing up the waves further. She turned her face toward him. He took in her smeared red lipstick, bruised lips, and wide, brown eyes, which were now the color of espresso. Her dark lashes fluttered and her eyelids slipped down until only a narrow strip of color could be seen.

“What have I done? Was it when I tried to come in the car? Or maybe you know all about my fantasies?” She pressed her hands to the wall and spread her legs wide.

Her musky arousal and her mating pheromones drifted up to Brandon’s nose. His desire responded, and he could smell the cologne of his wolf, ready to fuck and claim its mate. He reached out and traced a line down her spine. She shifted under his touch but didn’t protest or demand more.

“Fantasies? You’ll have to tell them to me in graphic detail. Later though. For now…” His finger traced along the crack of her ass. Then he pulled his hand back and smacked one globe, waited a second, and then petted the sting away.

She moaned. “More.”

He repeated the action on the other side, switching from one cheek to the other until he couldn’t take it anymore. The sounds she made, the warmth of her skin, the scent of her need, all drove him to his next move.

“Turn around.” His voice was hoarse. The wolf was howling to be let loose.
“Not yet,”
he told it.
“She has to be driven to that point too.”

She did a half turn, going slow, drawing out each movement before turning to face him.

Standing next to her, blocking the light, he could only see an outline of her body and a few features. “Stay here,” he said.

He flicked on the lamps one by one. Once they were all on, the room was bathed in a warm glow. He only wished that there was a fire in the grate. That would really set the atmosphere. Later.

He returned to her, finding her massaging her breasts until the points stood out. Unable to resist, he bent down and took a hardened nub between his teeth, tugging on the peak and sucking it into his mouth.

She sifted her fingers into his hair, holding him there. He teased and tormented the nub until she whimpered and begged him to fuck her. He released the tip with a pop, showed the other side the same attention, and then kissed his way down her stomach. She wiggled against his mouth, her hand urged him further down, but he resisted the push.

Once on his knees, he paused to take in the sight. A thin strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair was the only thing to adorn her mound. Here, her secret scent was more pungent. He pressed opened mouth kisses over her bare skin and down the front of her thighs before burying his head between her legs. He lapped up her moisture before paying tribute to her sex with slow licks that traced the seam and flicked over her distended clit. She groaned and gripped his hair tighter, rocking her hips against his mouth. He pulled back and gave her vulva a light slap.

She yelped and jumped as moisture trickled out of her pussy. He lapped it up before he went back to work.

“Please, Bran, please. More.” Her pleas came out as breathy whispers that amped up his desire. He wanted to push her closer to the edge.

He used his thumbs to part her thickened petals and traced his tongue around her dripping entrance before dipping inside. Her inner walls tightened around the tip, trying to draw it further in. Brandon only teased her more by circling his tongue around the ring of muscle at the entrance and then retreating. He rounded her thickened button, flicked the sensitive head. With each pass, he changed up the rhythm, going slow on some passes and quick on others, making sure she didn’t get used to anything.

He devoured her sex, memorizing it, taking in every shift of her weight, each movement of her legs, the sound she made as he pushed her to orgasm. Her musk became his air, her body heat his atmosphere, her presence his anchor. His world was her.

When she came too close, he turned his attention to her inner thighs, marking the sensitive flesh with firm bites and nips, making sure that his teeth made indentions that could be both felt and seen later.

When she had calmed down enough, he went back to tormenting her clit. She rode his mouth as his name became a chant, a plea, and a curse on her lips. Her fingers had a death grip on his hair, and he was sure in one lost moment that she’d yank a hank or two out, but he didn’t care. His sole mission was her pleasure. His purpose in life was to give her whatever her heart desired. She was his mate and her happiness was the sole goal of him and his wolf.

“Brandon, dear Goddess,
please
.”

He gazed up her body to see tears sparkling down her cheeks. With a growl, he slipped one finger into her sopping core. Her vaginal muscles rippled around that one digit, clinging to it as if her very life depended on it. He dragged it out so slowly and then pushed it in again before allowing a second to join the first, then a third, prepping her for his cock.

“Yes, Brandon, Goddess. Yes, please, more,” she begged.

He stilled, letting his fingers do the work for him. When he felt her on the edge, he took her clit between his lips and scraped the head with the edge of his teeth. She broke apart above him.

That did it for him. He released the tender bundle of nerves and got to his feet. His cock throbbed against the tight confines of his jeans, fit to burst. He scooped her up once again and speed-walked to the kitchen where he placed her onto the counter before ripping open his fly with harsh tugs. Once the zipper was open, he dipped into his pants and released his pulsating shaft.

She brushed aside his hand, licked her palm, and stroked him, squeezing just below his head, then stroked him from head to root and back again. He reached behind him and took out his wallet. He slipped out the two condoms he’d placed in there before he’d picked her up from her office. Brandon tore open one packet, rolled the prophylactic over his shaft, threw down the empty envelope, and took hold of his cock to guide it toward her entrance.

Her heat kissed the flared crown as he pushed forward, sinking into her tight sheath. For a moment, he stilled and his eyes fluttered shut to savor this moment. This was a first for them, but this wouldn’t be the last time, he was sure of that. He sunk further into her. Her vaginal walls clutched him tight. Each thrust of his hips and withdrawal pushed him closer to release.

She slipped her hands into his hair once more and brought his head down to hers taking a deep, slow kiss. Their tongues mimicked their lovemaking as she rocked her hips against his, meeting each of his drives with ones of her own.

Their skin slickened as the slow buildup of pressure reached its crest. Her nipples rasped against his chest and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him tighter to her body. One of her free hands lifted his jacket and shirt to dance along his bare skin. He felt the wolf’s claws rake his back, marking him as her territory. His cock flexed inside of her as pain melded into blinding pleasure until he couldn’t tell the two apart.

She pulled her head back, and he lowered his forehead to rest against hers.

“Mine,” she growled, as she moved his shirt and coat back to expose his shoulder. Before he could respond, she moved her head and bit down on the muscle, holding onto it as he felt her tightening around his shaft. Her muffled cry reached his ears just as he felt the pressure burst. It started in his balls, going down to his feet and back up to buzz around his head. The wave crested over and over as he shot jets of cum into the barrier.