“That’s all I can ask.” Miles stuck out his hand.
“Hell. Do I have to shake it?”
Miles cracked a smile. “Quit whining, wolf. And hey, look at it this way. I hear you’re planning to get married to that pretty she-wolf you mated. In lieu of owing you a favor—God forbid—I’m hiring you to look into this Folly thing. Ten grand to cover your time and expenses.”
Monty blinked. “Ten grand?”
“Yep.” Miles smirked. “Do I need to count out the zeroes for you?”
Monty snarled at Miles as he left, but he couldn’t stop thinking. Ten thousand dollars could buy Sophie a lot of shit she probably needed. They could put an addition on the cabin, though she seemed to think it was big enough. Or he could throw her a huge wedding. Not that he needed money to go after pricks like Norris, but if Miles was offering, he’d sure as shit take the money. And it wasn’t a handout, considering when Monty did catch Norris, he’d be in for the fight of his life.
He locked up the shop, left Whitefish behind and returned home, determined to make things right with Sophie before he sought out and destroyed his enemy. He only hoped that once he told her his story, she’d understand why he had to put their future in jeopardy.
Arriving home to the smell of a thick, hearty stew and his mate, Monty took in the scene and smiled. She stood behind the kitchen counter stirring something, her grin wide and welcoming when she saw him.
“There you are. I was getting worried.” Sophie looked pretty as a picture with her long brown hair down and her eyes crinkled in a smile. Her lips parted, and he hurried to take advantage with a kiss before he realized what little she wore underneath her oversized apron.
“Good Christ.” He blinked and stared down at the gaping fabric. Two perfect breasts with two tight little nipples poked the coarse material. He looked further down and noticed high heels accentuating her sexy legs.
“There’s a scene we haven’t played out yet,” she murmured and ran her hands over his chest. As usual, he didn’t need to work to get hard for his mate. Just scenting her aroused him. But this, an apron, a thong and heels?
“Hold on,” he said in a hoarse voice. He fumbled for his cell phone and called Burke. “I talked to Bermin. I’m on it tomorrow. I’ll see you then, and not before. Tonight is mine.”
Burke understood. Thank God. Because Monty had a hard time functioning when Sophie smiled shyly at him and grabbed him by the collar. Then she backed into the cabin, toward the bedroom, and pulled him in.
Lit candles gave the room a romantic glow. A fat dildo, tub of lube and towel on the nightstand had his heart racing. He’d been preparing her for a while. Would she let him take her ass tonight? He wanted to, but he questioned himself. Did he have the right to roll around in the sack without telling her he’d be leaving tomorrow, and why?
“No thinking, wolf of mine.” She yanked his shirt over his head and off him and tossed it to the side. Then she untied the apron she wore and let it fall to the floor.
The thong barely covered her sweet pussy, and Monty could smell her creaming for him. She moved to the bed and sat back, propped on her hands. Sophie spread her thighs and raised her knees, bringing attention to her shapely calves accented by those fuck-me heels.
“I want you to eat me up, my big bad wolf.” She batted her lashes, and Monty hurried to join her and dropped to his knees like a stone.
It always amazed him that his normally quiet little she-wolf could be so hedonistic and free with him. “You are the absolute best. Mate. Ever.”
Her laugh turned into a groan when Monty ran his thumbs up and down the inside of her thighs. “You’re slick, baby. That pretty pussy is making your thighs so wet.” He leaned close and inhaled, surprised his tongue wasn’t hanging out as he panted. Shit, he was harder than steel.
“I want your mouth on me.”
He swore and spread her thighs wider. Then he leaned close and shoved his face into her pussy. He licked her through the silky thong, loving her response. She gripped his hair tight and wrapped her legs around his torso, her heels digging into his back. So fucking sexy.
Then Monty shoved aside her thong and licked her, and he lost himself in the love of his mate.
Chapter Seven
Sophie was in heaven. She and Monty had been playing kinkier and sexier games for days, and she’d finally decided to finish what he’d started. She knew he wanted the same, and all the teasing he’d done had whetted her appetite for more. Since first making love to Monty, she’d developed a healthy drive for sex with her mate. It didn’t matter that she already knew where he liked to be touched or kissed. She constantly sought more ways to fulfill her naughty fantasies.
For so many years, she’d been pent up and repressed. But not now, not with the perfect man kneeling between her legs and bringing her to bliss with his godly mouth.
“Monty, yes,” she moaned and clutched his hair, loving how he alternated nips and licks over her clit.
He growled as he ate her up, and she couldn’t help herself from falling over the edge as she came over his lips.
“That’s it, baby. You’re beautiful.” He continued to kiss her, over her thighs and mound. And then he turned her over, onto her belly, and slid her thong off. “The heels stay on. Fuck, Soph. That’s sexy.”
“Mmm.” She floated on a cloud of bliss, her wolf lolling in contentment as Monty’s scent and touch filtered through her mind and spirit. Her mate protected while offering pleasure, and that seductive gift she’d never take for granted. “Now what, Monty?” She glanced over her shoulder and watched him strip to nothing.
Every scar and line on his muscular body told a story. He’d been through a lot, but he hadn’t turned into a monster. Strength and integrity couldn’t be beaten out of a man like Monty GrayClaw, but she didn’t know how far his loyalty would extend. Monty loved Sophie Tanner, the reserved yet kinky she-wolf he knew in Cougar Falls. From what she knew about his hostility toward Hunters, he’d never be able to love a woman raised alongside them.
“I hate that, Sophie.” He leaned over her, his stomach touching her back, so that he covered her like a blanket. “I don’t like that fear. I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you.”
She turned and kissed his cheek. “I know. I want this. I want you.”
His breathing was uneven, and she wriggled against him, feeling his erection like a steel bar against her ass. “You have no idea how much I want to fuck you here.” He teased her, sliding between her butt cheeks. “I want to watch myself take you, to slide inside you. That’s so fucking hot.”
Sophie let him prod her up onto the bed and onto her hands and knees. Then he circled to the bedstand.
“Pay attention, mate.” He used the lube to grease his growing cock, oiling himself all over. “See how thick I am? I’m going to shove this deep inside your ass.” He smiled, the wolf very close to the surface. “I can smell your readiness. When you’re aroused, you smell muskier, sweeter. It’s not just your cum, but that need spiking the air.”
She flushed. She knew he could smell her, but that he could read her so easily embarrassed her. “I want you.”
“Good. Because I want you too.” He finally released his grip on himself and wiped his hands on the towel she’d laid on the bedstand. “I’m going to go slow. You tell me if it hurts, and I’ll ease up. But not forever. I’m fucking that ass tonight, baby.”