He gulped as her bare pussy was revealed. She didn’t know if he’d forgotten she’d gone without panties that morning.
He nearly tripped over his own feet as he hastily ripped his own clothing off. She finally allowed the grin to break free as she leaned back against the pillow and began absently stroking her clit.
“Dear God, woman. Are you trying to kill me?”
She moaned in response, shutting her eyes as the sensation of her own fingers stroking her pussy began to overwhelm her. She wanted desperately to thrust her hips upwards to increase the sensation but knew better than to try it.
She felt the bed dip as Rick joined her. His big hand covered hers, stopping the motion of her fingers.
Now it was her turn to whimper.
“Allow me.” One long, strong, thick finger entered her, finding just the right spot to rub against. She gasped as she flung her head back against the pillow. He took advantage of her exposed neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave a mark. The scrape of his beard only heightened her pleasure, sending shivers down her spine as his hand stroked her closer and closer to orgasm.
His mouth left her neck and worked its way down to her breast. He suckled her, harder and harder, matching the rhythm of his finger to the rhythm of his lips until she had no choice but to move against him.
“Uh-uh. Stay still.” His hand left her pussy to press at her hip, stilling her movements. “No pain, Belle.”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
His wicked grin flashed across his face; that glorious red hair of his was golden brown, letting her know her eyes had definitely changed. “I’m going to fuck you until you don’t remember your own name, but only if you stay perfectly still.”
“I’m not sure I can stay still.” She reached up and brushed her hands across his furry chest. “Besides, you know how much you love it when I buck back.” She tempted him again with a glimpse of her tongue against her lips, loving how his grin faltered.
It didn’t take long for the grin to return. “You’re right, I do.” He picked her up, ignoring her squawk of surprise, and placed her feet on the floor. He turned her around, pushing her shoulders until her face was once again buried in the bedspread.
“Y’know, Fido, there’s more than one position. Even for a dog.”
“Belle.”
She could hear the laughter in his voice as he took hold of her hands, holding her down. The head of his cock nudged the opening of her pussy. “There’s the cowgirl position.” He sputtered a laugh as he began to slowly push inside her. “Then there’s the lap dance position.” He began slowly fucking her, nibbling on her neck, and she started to lose her train of thought. “There’s, um, missionary. Yeah, miss…oh, right there.”
He nipped at her neck sharply, causing her to see stars. She needed him to bite her in the worst way.
“Any others?”
“Others? Oh, right. There’s…can’t you go any faster?”
He slapped her ass and she yelped. “How fast would you like me to go?”
She began slamming back against him, setting the pace. “How’s this?” She panted.
“Good.” His voice sounded strangled. “Very good.” He began matching her stroke for stroke, building the fire between them. “You’re gonna make me come, my Luna.”
“Oh, God, Oh God.” She chanted with each thrust. “It’s so good.”
“Come for me, Luna.” He let go of one of her hands and reached between her thighs, flicking her clit as he bit down into her shoulder. He pierced her skin with his teeth, growling. She screamed, coming so hard his cock nearly got pushed out of her pussy.
His Wolf howled as his hips jerked, coming so deep inside her she swore she could taste him.
She barely felt him pulling out, picking her up, and placing her on the comforter. She was asleep within seconds, thoroughly sated, a contented smile on her lips.
Rick was surprised at how quiet things had been, considering how furious Belle had been the night before about the whole telepathic thing. Although the make-up sex had been amazing, he was surprised she’d decided to let it go. She’d gone to the restaurant that morning with a cheery wave and a smile after they’d finished breakfast. She even let him know she was planning on working through dinner. She’d made a face when he told her about the Pack meeting that night, but she’d agreed and, feeling that she’d somehow let him off easy, he let her go without any further interference. He got the feeling that perhaps the Pumas didn’t get together as often as the Wolves and made a mental note to discuss that with her.
And here she was at the Pack meeting, all bundled up warm and cozy. He’d brought her a lawn chair to sit in, hoping to ease the pain he knew she was in. He planned on taking her home after the meeting, tucking her in under a nice, warm blanket, and personally massaging every inch of her sweet, creamy skin.
He began slowly opening his mind, allowing the others into his thoughts. He could hear each of them quieting their minds, preparing themselves for his nightly speech.
“WHO LET THE DOGS OUT! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!”
Rick flinched, his eyes nearly crossing, as the loud, grating music poured into his mind from…
Oh, Belle. You are in deep, deep shit.
He turned to find his mate curled up in the chair he’d brought her, her head bopping merrily to the tune coming from the iPod she’d turned on. She smiled at him cheerfully, waggling her fingers at him as her toe tapped the beat. He could hear her singing along in his head, especially the part where they sang, “a doggie is nuttin’ if he don’t have a bone”.
Rick did his best to tune out the annoying songs playing so loudly in his head, but he wasn’t certain he succeeded. “How Much Is That Doggie in the Window” was bad enough, but when the K9 Advantix flea and tick jingle started going on a loop he nearly lost his temper. After a while people began rubbing their foreheads and peering at him strangely. He wondered if he was beginning to shout.
He cut the meeting short, sending the Pack off to romp in the snow, and stalked over to Belle. She was still sitting there bopping to the music. This time it was an oldie by the Monkees called “Gonna Buy Me a Dog”.
Staring down at his wayward mate, he began to agree with the sentiment. A dog would be a lot easier to deal with than his woman.
He reached down and pulled the headphones out of her ears. Thankfully, the sound in his head muted along with the sound in hers. “Okay, Belle. Point made. Let’s figure out a compromise.”
“What are you talking about?”
He picked her up out of the chair and cradled her close. He’d come back for it later. “The Bimbo Barbie act might have worked on Simon, but don’t ever assume I don’t know exactly how smart you are.” He watched as she blushed, her eyes turning gold in pleasure. He wondered how many times men had focused on her beauty, not realizing the sharp mind behind those gorgeous green eyes and full, killer lips.
He stared towards the Lodge, determined to work a few things out with Belle before she drove him mad. “I promise I will try to figure out some way to satisfy both you and tradition if you promise to never play flea collar jingles ever again.”
She reached up and kissed his cheek. “Okay, Rick.”
He climbed the steps into the Lodge, careful of his precious burden. “You’re still not getting the air horn back.”
She smirked, but the genuine laughter behind it was obvious. Belle was having fun. “You don’t honestly think that was my only one, do you?”
All he could do was shake his head as he carried her back towards their private elevator. “You are a damn dangerous woman.”