She worked him up to a fever pitch again, her fingers kneading his balls as her mouth worked his prick. When she judged him ready, she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom, ripping the foil and rolling the rubber down the length of him.
Straddling him, she looked down upon his flushed face and feverish eyes. When she knew she’d gotten his attention, she tore her panties off, the ripping sound loud over his frantic breathing.
“Ready for the ride of your life, my little geek?”
His saucy answer was to reach forward and tweak her clit. Deena laughed and gasped in pleasure at his temerity, before seating herself down in a fluid movement that had them both yelling.
For a puny wolf, he sure felt darned good inside her, his long cock filling her channel and almost triggering her climax. When he would have touched her nub again, she grabbed his hands, and pulled them over his head.
“I want to take my time and enjoy this,” she growled.
His response? A slow smile that made her heart tighten and her tummy do somersaults. How odd.
Slowly, she rocked on him, grinding her pelvis on him, driving his cock deep inside while applying pressure on her clit. Fucking awesome didn’t even come close to describing it.
Several times, she lost her rhythm, too caught up in the pleasure to keep her body moving right. As if sensing this, he took control, freeing his hands to clasp her hips. He took over sliding her back and forth while his hips thrust up. And up again.
Then, her geeky wolf did something so utterly surprising and out of character, it triggered her climax.
He talked dirty to her. “That’s it, fuck me, Deena. Feel my cock inside of you. Nice and thick, pummeling that juicy pussy of yours. Come for me. I want to feel you squeezing me so fucking tight.”
And for once in her life, Deena obeyed, her orgasm sweeping over her in a wave that made her yell and clutch at him, her groin grinding against his and triggering his bliss.
It took her several shuddering moments to calm down after the explosion, and when she opened her eyes, she knew she held onto her control by only the thinnest thread. Her wolf sat at the surface, hungry for a bite. Eager to claim. But Deena wasn’t ready for that. Not with a male that while spectacular in bed, couldn’t beat her in a match of strength.
“Leave now,” she growled in a guttural voice more animal than human. “Leave before I do something we’ll both regret.”
To her relief—and chagrin—he rolled off the bed, pausing only a second to grab his clothes and glasses, before he fled her room, her last glimpse of him, a bare white ass—that would look so good with teeth marks on it.
With a groan, she flung her arm over her eyes, breathing deep as she fought against her inner bitch, and the even more urgent urge that wanted her to chase after Simon and drag him back for more.
Chapter Three
Frank glanced up from the science magazine he perused when Simon came slamming into their hotel room, his glasses askew, his shirt untucked and his expression spooked.
“What happened to you?”
“I-That is…” His friend slumped into a chair and stared off dazedly.
Intrigued that his usually calm and collected best friend seemed so unhinged, he got up to fetch him a drink. Then he smelled it—sex, wolf and woman. Frank’s cock instantly grew hard, which threw him for a loop. He’d taken care of business in the shower that morning. And since when do I get horny from a scent? He covered his embarrassment with a question.
“Damn, looks like I missed all the fun. Who did you do the horizontal tango with?”
“Hmmm.” Simon’s bewildered gaze met his, and then the silliest smile spread over his face. “I just had sex with the most awesome and gorgeous woman alive.”
“Lucky bastard. And another wolf by the smell of you. Is she your mate?”
“Good grief no!” Simon vehemently replied. “Or at least I don’t think so. I’m not sure.”
“How can you not be sure?” Frank asked sitting back down, drink forgotten.
“I mean, if she were anybody else, I’d say she was. God, the urge to bite her when she rode me was so hard to fight.”
“Cowgirl? Nice!” his friend congratulated. “So why didn’t you chomp her then?”
Simon’s eyes finally focused. “Are you insane? Chomp the alpha of the Toronto pack? Last I checked, I wasn’t suicidal.”
A dropped jaw and wide eyes was all Frank could manage for a moment. “Uhm, did you say, the Toronto pack alpha, as in Deena the man-eater?”
The stupid smile returned. “One and the same. And damn, when she eats, she doesn’t hold back.” The innuendo came through loud and clear.
A twinge of jealousy touched Frank at his friend’s obvious enjoyment of his experience. But, Frank didn’t let it make him bitter. Simon wasn’t trying to flaunt or throw his good luck in his face. They’d always shared everything and had since they were pups conducting their first science experiment together, a homemade version of hair removal that to this day, Suzie, Frank’s cousin, hadn’t forgiven them for. “So after she did you, then what happened?”
“She told me to get out. So I did.”
“Not the cuddling kind, eh? Doesn’t surprise me considering what we’ve heard about her. So when do you see her again?”
Simon shrugged and lost his happy smile. “I don’t. What we did was fantastic, but it won’t happen again. I mean, seriously, me and her? Like that’s going to go anywhere, no matter what my wolf thinks.”
“Why not? If you’re meant to be mates, why would you stay away?”
Cynicism colored his friend’s response. “Because I know when I’m beat. I can’t hold on to a woman like her. You didn’t meet her. She’s absolutely magnificent. Gorgeous. Sexy. Bossy, but I kind of like that about her.”
“So go for it.”
A sigh slipped from Simon. “If I thought for a minute I could keep her interested in me, I would, but why would she want a nerd like me when she could have her pick of alphas?”
“Don’t sell yourself short. In the long run, it’s not muscle that’ll keep her intrigued, but what’s inside your mind. And besides, you can’t fight fate.”
Simon snorted. “If it’s fate, then it’s got a funny sense of humor.”
“I think you’re giving up too easily. If she really was that awesome, you’d be trying to go back for some more.”
“I want to, oh god do I ever. She’s incredible, but I’d also like to live to see the next moonrise with my balls intact, thank you.”
“Pussy.”
Simon shrugged. “Maybe. But I can live with that.”
Frank couldn’t believe his friend seemed so ready to give up. “How long is she staying in town?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask. We were kind of busy with other things.” Frank couldn’t believe the blush that brightened his friend’s cheeks, making it easy to guess what things. “Why do you care?”
“I think I’d like to meet this paragon of womanhood.”
“Go ahead, but don’t blame me if she decides to rip your balls off and use them to play golf.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to get that close.” Although, he wouldn’t mind a sniff, especially if she smelled half as good in person as she did secondhand.
It didn’t surprise him that his friend seemed reluctant to pursue Deena the Ball Buster. Rumors of her antics were plentiful and had to hold at least a grain of truth. But what if she were Simon’s mate? As his best friend, the task fell upon Frank to find out more about this woman, and maybe give her a gentle nudge in his friend’s direction—with a ten-foot pole, of course.