Wolves' Bane (The Order of the Wolf, #3)(46)
Satisfied only because she was, he pressed his lips to her inner thigh before slowly rising to stand in front of her once again.
Before she could catch her breath, Cal moved his mouth back to hers, taking her lips, plunging into her before pulling away and undoing his jeans. “I’m going to take you hard, Morgan.” He let his pants fall to his feet then kicked them away. She was watching him, her palms pressed against the wall behind her, her eyes sparkling with desire. He whipped his shirt off then pressed himself against her body, crushing her, prodding her with his cock. “I’m going to take you hard so that you don’t forget your Hunter.”
She nodded as she arched into him, inviting him to do exactly as he said, and damn if that didn’t make him want to come right then and there. He ran his hand along her thigh, lifting her leg to fit snugly over his hip and, with a strangled growl, he buried himself to the hilt in her warm wet *. She gasped, pushing her breasts against him as he pulled back, then pumped again, slamming her to the wall, filling her, stretching her. He rolled his hips and she moaned, lifting her other leg from the ground to wrap around his waist. He braced his hands on her ass, holding her aloft while he rolled into her, thrust after thrust. He felt her climax build in spasms, clenching and releasing his cock each time he drove into her. Finally, as her orgasm milked him, he, too, exploded into a dizzying wave of release.
With his last push she sighed and tried to lower her legs, smiling at him with a languid, satiated look.
Cal shook his head and moved them to the bed, laying her down without pulling his cock out from her. “Oh no, sweetie. I meant what I said. I’m not done with you yet.” He rolled his hips again, his dick as hard as it was moments before and her eyes widened with surprise.
“Oh,” she moaned as Cal moved his lips to her nipple once again, rolling and sucking it until she was bucking beneath him.
“That’s it, Morgan.” He pulled his mouth away so that he could stare down into her lust-clouded eyes. “You’re mine.”
She nodded as she bit her lip, then rolled her head back as she arched into him. “I’m yours.” She moaned as she shuddered with another orgasm. “Only yours.”
Hours later, she lay in his arms, not yet asleep. He couldn’t bear to leave, not until she had dozed off, and he was loath to etch another sleep spell on her. He wanted some time with her before he left again. It was selfish of him, but he couldn’t walk away—not just yet.
She sighed with contentment as she traced patterns into his arm, igniting the tattoo that branded him and sending shivers of pleasure through his entire body. She was like a drug. Even with such a benign touch, she had him hard once again. She giggled as she wriggled her ass against his erection.
“Seriously, Cal. You’ve got the stamina of a porn star.”
He chuckled as he rubbed his dick against her flesh, his lips brushing against her soft hair. “Don’t tempt me.”
She giggled again but stopped her wriggling, busying herself with her delicate, spider-like movements across his arm.
“Where were you all day?” she asked, her tone holding none of the anger or suspicion that he would have expected from her. He had, after all, left her right after they’d bonded. She must have felt the pain of separation as keenly as he had all day.
“I had some business to take care of.” Business. Yeah, right. Cal had spent the entire day watching her on the security cameras like some obsessed stalker. He had watched, with growing anger and jealousy, as Lance laid his hands on her body. Cal’s mind told him that it was all perfectly appropriate and functional, while his gut demanded he go and beat the shit out of his friend for touching his woman. He had fought with himself all day. On the one hand, he wanted to be the man training her, guiding her, while on the other hand, he knew it was best if he stayed away.
Things had seemed to be so easy between her and Lance. Although Cal couldn’t actually hear what was being said, they did seem to laugh a lot, to joke with one another as if they’d been friends for years. And that pissed Cal off. If it wasn’t for his duty to the Order, his need to distance himself, he would be the one she was smiling at and touching. Sharing the moments of training that really should only be shared between Hunter and Huntress. His heart ached for it, and yet his obligation to see things through according to the plan dictated that he stay away, keep his distance. So he trailed her with the cameras all day.
The only room he couldn’t follow her into was the one they were in right now, and after an hour of not being able to see her, he’d snapped. He’d only just arrived and seated himself in the chair, having no clue what he was going to do, when she came out of the bathroom. But once he saw her, all reason fled. Still damp from the shower, she’d been too tantalizing, too bewitching. At that moment, all his pent-up jealousy and desire had overwhelmed him and Cal couldn’t control his actions any longer. He needed to have her.
Although he was content savoring the stolen time together, Cal knew that he had to leave before sunrise. He couldn’t let this go on and have her thinking there could be something more between them. Leaving this time, for the second night in a row, would really piss her off, but he needed her to be angry with him. It would help him stay away.
“I missed you today,” she said, her voice wistful and quiet, her fingers trailing along his skin.
His heart clenched at her words, and he had to bite his tongue from automatically replying with assurances that he’d missed her as well. That kind of talk would only get him in deeper trouble than he was already in with her. “Um hum,” he murmured as he nuzzled her hair once again.