Declan had run a bath, put her inside the steeping water and had then gone to cook her breakfast. He’d fawned over her. Doted on her. Adored her. She hadn’t been able to focus, finding his presence distracting. To her shame she’d felt the most profound lust—her wolf wanting her to climb on his lap and ride him to completion. She hadn’t been able to stop staring at his shoulder, tempted to bite and mark him in the same way he had her.
“Easy, sweet girl,” Declan whispered and bent down to murmur in the shell of her ear. “We need to take things one step at a time.” Another horrible lick of embarrassment chilled her blood, cooling her ardor. The pack could easily smell her desire. He must have felt it because he added, “I’m as eager as you are. Don’t think for a second I’m not.”
Determined not to stumble, she kept walking, taking his words at face value. Again she felt his wariness. Something wasn’t right. She didn’t have the luxury of worrying about herself. Each time she thought of Declan her heart literally ached.
For him she’d do anything—be anything.
She’d brought it on herself, of course.
So this is how love feels?
“You two go ahead.” Shane opened the door they’d ventured to and stepped aside. “I’ll wait out here. Jackson and Chloe might be a while.”
It felt like fire branded Rachel’s face. She didn’t dare look at Shane as she entered the room, realizing he’d been able to smell her lust. Declan ushered her in and followed, closing the door behind them.
“Doesn’t it embarrass you?” she asked, mortified.
Declan seemed unfazed, guiding her to a chair behind the desk. “What?”
“Me!” she snapped, trying to shake him off. “They know how I feel. They can smell it!”
“Good,” he countered and surprised her when he didn’t put her in the chair but reached for her jeans. He popped the top button open and lowered her zipper. “I want them to know how much you want me. It makes me hard as hell.”
“What are you doing?” Attempting to slap him off didn’t work. He ignored her, sliding his hand beneath her panties. A tremor shot through her, the desire she’d kept tapped rising up. “Declan…”
“I’m going to make you feel good.” He pressed two fingers into her slick pussy, sending her on her toes. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed. What you’re feeling is natural. It’s like this between newly mated pairs.”
“But…” She couldn’t think clearly, wondered why she should argue. Then she pictured the faces of the pack—strange men and women. “They know,” she repeated but ground her mound against his palm.
“You wanted me to be yours, didn’t you? This is a part of what you asked for.” His mouth came to hers, so close they nearly touched. Their eyes met. His irises had turned amber. “You don’t know it yet but soon you will. When your sense of smell kicks in you’ll realize I’ve been harder than a rock all night. I’ve had a tent in my pants and everyone could see it. They’ve been too busy laughing at me to notice you. I’ve never been this way with anyone, Rachel. They think it’s funny as hell. But not because of you. They think I’m the luckiest fucker alive.” His breath mingled with hers, his heat so close she could taste it. “And they’re right.”
“I want you.” Why not? Anyone who entered the room would know what had gone down—even if he only pleasured her with his hand—due to the scents. She might as well enjoy the moment thoroughly. “Please.”
“Fuck,” he growled, pulling his fingers away. “You drive me mad.”
As soon as she had room she toed her shoes off and worked her jeans down her thighs. Declan didn’t give his own clothing as much thought. As soon as his jeans dropped to his knees he put her on top of the chilly wood desk. He moved between her legs and she parted her thighs, leaning back, resting her hands behind her.
“The things you do to me,” he groaned, easing the head of his cock into her. He was engorged, heavy and wide. Even though she’d taken him before she had to force herself to relax, remembering how good he felt moving inside her. “I wasn’t lying. You own me. Heart and soul. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
He parted her, diving deep. She threw her head back, accepting the invasion.
Feels so good.
“There you go, there you are,” he whispered and rested his fingers over her clit. This time his touch was too light, a gentle tease. “Give me that sweet pussy. Burn me up. Bring me over with you.”
It wasn’t easy to move but she did her best.
She used her arms for leverage, meeting his thrusts. His cock glided in and out of her, rubbing sensitive places. She’d been so keyed up it wasn’t going to take much. She wanted this. So did the animal she’d finally started accepting—a wolf that had as much adoration for Declan as she did. He plunged, moving perfectly, his fingers giving her clitoris the friction it needed.
“Declan.” Targeting his mouth, she lifted herself and tried to bring her lips to his. “Kiss me.”
He met her halfway, driving into her body as their mouths touched.
Their tongues darted to each other’s, dancing and swirling. It was too much yet not enough. All she needed was to hit that sweet spot in her center, the one that made her see stars. A simple swivel of her hips and she was right where she wanted to be.
“Yes, oh yes.”
“Give it to me,” he moaned. “Work my cock. Come for me.”
She knew he muffled her cry to ease her embarrassment, taking it into his mouth. She came like a firecracker, barely able to remain upright as her body thrashed. Her arms ached, her pussy sore. Yet she reveled in it, wanting more. Anything he wanted to give her she’d be eager to take. With him she felt centered, finally finding even ground. As the sensations swept through her, she let them.
This was bliss. A bit of heaven on earth.
“So tight.” He quickened his movement, spearing almost violently into her. “So hot.”
She gyrated against him, wanting him to come too. Lifting from the desk, she wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling his neck. “Come with me. I want to feel it.”
He groaned and his cock spasmed inside her. “Fuck yes.”
She held him as he came, basking in the wonderful fragrance that drifted to her nose. No, she hadn’t known he was as hungry for her as she’d been for him. But now she did. She could see it in his gaze, feel it in the way he caressed her. He kept pumping his hips, her crease becoming wet from their union. She welcomed the feeling, wanting it to go on and on.
When he stopped, she managed to pull away.
His hair had been mussed, the shadow lining his cheeks and jaw sexy as hell.
“You’re beautiful too.” Never one for sentiments, she couldn’t hold back. “I love looking at you.”
His gaze softened, no longer so intense. “I love everything about you,” he whispered, yanking her to him. His eyes devoured hers, the amber becoming yellow. “Everything, Rachel.”
“I hope so.” Bringing a hand from his shoulder, she breezed the pads of her fingers over his face. “Because you might be stuck with me.”
He stopped moving, gasping for breath. “What do you mean?”
Despite knowing better, she’d let this happen. She should have warned him. “I’m on birth control but I’ve missed doses.” She put her chin to her chest, avoiding his gaze. “I could get pregnant. I should have been honest about that. I’m sorry.”
“Silly girl,” he chastised her gently but he sounded somber, “it takes two, remember?”
“What if…” God, she couldn’t even say it. How weak was she?