Her Kilted Wolf (2 page)

She pulled his head back by his hair, her eyes narrowing.
“Mine.”

Och, yeah. She was his.

Colin buried his face in her throat. “How fast you think we can get your clothes off?” He laid a kiss on her neck in between each word.

“We could take it slow,” she said in a low, sultry voice.

“Not this time, we can’t.” He tugged at the waistline of her pants. They were some sort of cotton. He could rip them if he needed to, but she might get pissed if she had to walk around naked. And he had a feeling his mate could be quite formidable when pissed.

Not that he was scared. But they could save that experience for later.

So instead, he rolled off of her and pulled her to her feet. “I’ll bet we can get naked in less than thirty seconds. Ready?”

Her eyes lightened and for the first time, she almost…almost…smiled. He nearly forgot what they were doing, waiting to see if her lips would curl up any further. Had he thought she was attractive but not so much beautiful? A smile could change all that.

“Go.” She pulled her tight black top over her head and dropped it on the floor.

As he yanked off his towel and dropped it to the floor, he watched every inch of skin she revealed. Light tan, smooth, well-muscled but not bulky, she had the perfect fighter’s body. The faint tracing of scars bore that out…lines that must have been deep scratches, dots spaced evenly apart that could only be bite marks, and even a puckered strip that looked like an old knife wound. Her skin looked like his.

“You’re a fighter.” His fingers brushed the scars of bite marks on her shoulder.

“Sixth in my pack.” She put her hands on her hips, elbows wide. He knew what that was—a dominance position, making herself bigger to show her strength.

Colin couldn’t help the spurt of pride at seeing her. “That’s higher than me,” he said. “I’m tenth. And rising. For a woman, sixth is–that’s great.”

That ghost of a smile slipped across her lips again. “My parents say I’m driven. I never saw any reason a woman couldn’t rise just as high as a man. I wanted to be a leader, so I went for it.”

“And succeeded.” His fingers followed a long scratch down her chest to where it disappeared beneath her bra. “I think we’ve missed our thirty-second mark.”

“I might need a little help with the rest of it.” Her voice was so soft he almost didn’t hear it.

Was his mate shy? Maybe in bed. So different from the women he’d been with before, but he realized he liked it. “Turn,” he said, voice hoarse.

When she presented her back, he easily undid her bra. As the straps slid forward, he followed them, sliding his hands over her shoulders and down her front to cup her breasts. He nipped gently at her shoulder. “So good.”

Mattie moved back until her back pressed against his chest, then tipped her head to the side, tilting toward him. As soon as she was in range, he captured her lips with his, slipping his tongue into her mouth and tangling it with hers.

He could smell her arousal, and it only made him harder. His hands moved over her breasts, kneading, then gently squeezing her nipples into hard points. One hand slid down her stomach and under the band of her panties to cup her mound.

When he felt how wet she was, slippery with juices and ready for him, he couldn’t help but moan.

***

Mattie had never been into sex. Not that she didn’t enjoy it–she did. But sleeping with a man and then defeating him in a challenge a few days or months later was problematic at best. Men tended to take it badly. And she never wanted anyone to be able to claim she made it to the top by sleeping her way there–throwing her opponents off their games with sex. So she’d abstained.

That made the things that Colin was doing to her all the more exciting. No one had touched her in a long time. And no one had touched her like
this
ever.

She pressed her back against his chest, her breath catching as he pushed his fingers into her pussy. All her attention centered on that spot as he slid in and out of her body, and she groaned.

“Like that, mate?” His sexy Scottish accent rumbled in her ear.

“Yes. But you…” Wasn’t there something she should be doing?

“Dinna worry about me.” His teeth grazed her shoulder while his fingers continued to plunge in and out of her. “I’ll be getting mine. But we start with you.”

Was that how men usually were, or was that a mate thing? She didn’t remember any of her old boyfriends caring much about whether she enjoyed the sex.

Colin slowly pulled his finger out of her, sliding it over her clit and pausing there, just pressing down, before removing his hand completely. She didn’t mean to, but a small sound of protest came from her throat. He chuckled. “Just wait. I want to taste you.”

In an instant, he lifted her and laid her down on the bed. He grabbed her panties and yanked them off her in one smooth move then pressed her thighs apart and settled between them, his face just centimeters from her pussy.

For a moment, she came back to herself. She didn’t even know this man. How could this feel so right, so comfortable when she didn’t even know him?

Then he covered her pussy with his mouth and she forgot everything. Nothing mattered but the feel of his tongue, the wetness surrounding her and the way she melted, melted, melted.

She couldn’t keep her hips from lifting toward him, yearning for the orgasm that hung just out of reach. “More.” Her voice came out a husky whisper that she could barely hear.

When he chuckled against her pussy, she felt the vibrations all through her clit and it pushed her over the edge. Colin dug his fingers into her hips and held her in place while her body shook in an orgasm wilder than any she’d felt before.

As the shudders slowed, he lazily licked her pussy bottom to top, like a big cat. “Like that?”

She wasn’t sure she could speak, but managed to croak out, “Yes.”

“Ready for more?”

She lay sprawled on her back, boneless. “Not sure.”

Colin crawled up her body and settled himself between her legs. “Sure you are. We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

“If that wasn’t the good part, I’m not sure I’ll be able to live through the good part.”

He laughed again. “Sure you will. And this is just the beginning, so get ready. You’ve got a lifetime full of orgasms ahead of you.” He loomed over her, his drying hair falling into his eyes, his teeth even and white.

Leave it to the fates to pair her with someone lusty and carefree. Well–not too carefree, if he’d risen to tenth in his pack. But still. “I need to recover from this orgasm before I start to think about others.”

After a quick kiss to her collarbone, Colin said, “That’s where you’re wrong. For a woman, one orgasm leads to the next as long as they’re close enough together. Watch, and I’ll show you. But first–you ready?”

The tip of his cock nudged at her opening. Was she ready for this? A lifetime with this man she didn’t even know? “Yes.”

As he pushed inside her, she felt stretched. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him but he must be big. It didn’t hurt, though. Instead, the tightness made the friction feel that much better as he moved inside her.

After only a few strokes, he kissed her hard and then sat up, crouching on his knees, his cock still inside her. His eyes lightened as his mouth turned up in an expression she was getting used to seeing on his face. No one could say this man wasn’t happy.

Colin licked his fingers then placed them on her clit and rubbed. Every so often, he slid a little out of her and back in again, but for the most part he stayed still, focusing on stroking her clit and watching her face as she slowly came undone.

What had he said about one orgasm leading to another? Much faster than before, she felt her body tightening, her breath shortening and the need growing. She raised her hips but couldn’t get far with him inside her, anchoring her. His smile grew as her moans increased.

And then, spun tight, the orgasm broke, releasing a flash of shudders that shook her body hard, harder than before. Her pussy walls clenched around Colin’s cock and he moaned along with her.

As she slid slowly back into conscious thought, he murmured, “Beautiful.”

“What are you doing to me?” Her voice sounded breathy and soft, not at all like her.

“Rocking your world, mate. Making sure you can’t think of a single male other than me.” His grin came back again, full-force.

“Mission accomplished.” Again, she sounded more like a sex pot than like Mattie Sloane.

Colin nuzzled her neck as he settled on top of her again. “Such beautiful words to hear. Doesn’t mean we’re done, but I do like to hear it.” He began to thrust, slowly at first and then a little faster and a little faster.

Mattie met each thrust, pushing her hips up into him, willing him deeper. When Colin kissed her, his face had lost that teasing look; now he looked focused, almost fierce.

“Told ye this first time would be fast.” His voice sounded hoarse. “I’ll make it up to you later. But now, I can’t wait—”

”Don’t wait,” Mattie said. “It’s so good.”

“I’m going to mark you, mate.” Now his voice sounded guttural, his wolf coming through.

“Do it.”

Without another word, he sunk his teeth deep into her shoulder. Where there should have been pain, there was euphoria. Waves of pleasure rushed through Mattie, her third orgasm harder, faster, tighter than the ones before, all the world blue-black, all of everything focused on the pleasure racheting through her.

When the world came back to her she had only one thought.
Mark him.
She bit Colin hard, teeth sliding through muscle, as another orgasm crashed over her.

Time stopped. The psychic and spiritual and magical connections between the two of them knit together one strand at a time until the two were one. Only then could Mattie hear her heart, beating in time with his. Together, they unlocked their jaws and let their teeth slide out of each other’s bodies. When she opened her eyes, it was to see his baby blues gazing at her.

The wound hurt. And from what she’d heard, it would hurt for a few days and then scar in a distinctive way, showing anyone and everyone she belonged to him. Not that it was necessary; now that they’d bitten each other, their scents were mixed permanently, and no one could miss that.

“Amazing,” he said. “I’d heard sex with your mate was the best ever, but that eclipsed everything I could have imagined.”

“It was better than any sex I’ve ever had.” As she lay beside him, she had two warring urges–one, to roll him onto his back and kick off round two, and two, to find her cell phone and call her Alpha. Darius surely wondered why she’d abandoned her post.

Colin propped himself up on his elbow. “I want to hear more about that.”

“About my sex life?”

“About how sex with me is better.” When he grinned, his canines were still a little sharp.

He was too tempting. And too…scary. Everything would change now. She didn’t know exactly how, but she knew it would. And she wasn’t ready. “I need to call my Alpha. I’m on duty.” She pushed herself up off the bed and started to dig through her clothes for her phone.

Colin sat up. “He’ll understand. We’re new mates.”

“He’ll understand if he knows what’s going on. Right now all he knows is I disappeared.”

“So you ran off without saying a word.”

Her hand closed around her phone and she yanked it out of the pocket it was in. “Yeah, of course. Didn’t you?” She paused. No, he didn’t. “I scented you down near the banquet hall, yet when I found you you were just getting out of the shower. How exactly did that happen?”

He swallowed. “Trail must have been old.” He climbed out of bed and pulled his jeans out of his bureau.

“It can’t have been that old or it would have faded.”

He shrugged, his back to her. “What did you say Mattie is short for?”

The change of subject threw her, then she realized he was doing it on purpose. What the hell? “Fine, I’ll let it go. But you’ll tell me sometime. Maybe not today, maybe not this week. But we’re going to be together a long time. You’ll give it up.”

In one swift move, Colin swung, grabbed her around the waist and swept her off her feet. “And one of these days, you’ll tell me what Mattie stands for. But I’m guessing it’s sooner than later.”

“You think so?”

His fingers tickled her sides as he held her off her feet, and she squirmed, laughing while trying not to drop the cell still clutched in her hand.

“Yeah, I think so,” he said. “I think you might have to, if you want me to stop.” When he grinned, his canines showed, now back to human-size.

She wriggled, but couldn’t get free. Damn it! She was horribly ticklish. In between laughter and gasps of air, she said, “Is this how you’re going to handle all of our disputes?”

He laughed, too. “If it works.” His fingers dug a little further into her sides. “What does Mattie stand for?”

She wouldn’t tell him. If he thought he could get his way just by tickling her, she’d be tickled the rest of her life. Still trying to catch a breath, she tossed her phone toward the bed and safety, then wrapped her legs around Colin’s waist to give her good leverage so she could shove her hands under his armpits and give him back some of the torture he’d been giving her.

Colin yelped. “Stop!”

“You stop!” Her throat felt a little sore from the undignified squeals she couldn’t hold back.

He tumbled them onto the bed, her on the bottom, but couldn’t stop her from tickling him. Then he ground his cock against her pussy, and they both froze. A jolt of lust pulsed through her. A low rumble came from his throat.

She knew where this was going, but she needed to talk to her Alpha. “We should eat,” she said quickly.

“Later.” He leaned down as though to kiss her.

Mattie rolled him. As his back hit the mattress and she rose over him, his eyes grew wide. “Now,” she said. “I’m hungry.” She grabbed her cell as she climbed off him. By the time he’d risen from the bed, she was nearly dressed.

“What was that move?”

“Hmm?” She zipped and buttoned her pants.

“You caught me by surprise.”