Enticing Their Mate (Pack Wars #6)(47)

She straightened and opened her eyes. “What about Jay?”

“He went for a run.”

Riley appreciated that she thought of them as a team, but he wanted her to want him for who he was. He jolted at that domestic thought. Since when did he care how a woman felt about him? He’d always been driven by his sex drive—until now. The whole idea that this woman meant so much to him scared the shit out of him. His heart would be irrevocably damaged if she left him, but he’d be destroyed if anything happened to her in the field. She might be trained and could handle herself, but that was against humans and not the likes of Statler.

He didn’t need to be beating himself up like this. He had a woman to love.

Sarah rinsed. “You want to wash?”

“Sure.” It would help calm him.

She stepped out of the tub, and as she dried, he did a quick rinse. Before she was finished wringing the water out of her hair, he shut off the faucet and stepped out. Watching her seemed to change something inside him. It might be possible to have her in their life, assuming he didn’t f*ck things up.

Riley grabbed a towel. “Let me dry your back.”

She grinned. “I see through your ploy. You just want to get me in bed.”

He moved closer, his pulse escalating. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

“No, but tell me why you want me?”

Was that a trick question? His need was so great, he didn’t have time for this discussion, but from the way she was licking her lips, she wanted him to answer. “You’re competent, caring, generous…” Every other description he could come up with involved how hot she was. “Fuck. I suck at this. Doesn’t it count that I just have to have you?”

She lowered her towel that was covering the front of her, stepped closer, and rubbed his wet chest with one end. Need exploded, and he growled.

“You’re a mean temptress.” He snarled at her as he lifted her in his arms.

“Ril-ey!” She laughed.

“I’m serious. You’ve pushed me too far, young lady.” He opened the door and trod across the carpet, leaving wet footprints in his path. Not caring what mess trailed behind, he dumped her on the bed. “You are mine.”

Sarah was mostly dry and probably wouldn’t appreciate becoming wet again, so he jumped on the other side of her and rolled around until he was only damp. He then drew her on top of him.

She grinned. “My what a big cock you have.”

“All the better to poke you with, my dear.” Just as he hoped, she laughed.

“Show me what you got.”

“My pleasure.” He was done talking anyway.

Riley fisted her hair and drew those luscious lips towards his. With such an intensity to consume and devour her, it was a constant internal battle to keep from possessing her. He brushed his lips against her mouth and the hairs stood up on his body. Need slammed into him. Going slow wasn’t his style, but for Sarah, he’d try.

“Kiss me hard,” she demanded.

That was why he adored her. Her passion for justice matched his. In one quick move, he flipped them over so that he was on top of her. With his knee, he widened her legs and her arousal almost made him shift.


Riley pounced. When their tongues touched, it was as if fire was licking at his balls, and his need grew. They jockeyed for position as they explored the recesses of their mouths. Breaths turned to pants and his hands cupped her face. After a long minute, he broke the kiss, needing more of her. He sucked on one nipple while he palmed the other breast. Her moans and hip movements urged him on. As much as he wanted to impale her, he had to taste her sweet juices first.

Sliding down between her legs, his first inhale had his incisors lengthening. A quick glance at the back of his hands told him he needed to focus. Before he lapped up her juices, he slipped two fingers into her *, and the warmth nearly made him forget the promise to go slow.

“I want more,” she groaned. Sarah lifted her hips. “Please.”

“In a minute.”

Riley needed time to savor her. The first lick drew his balls up tight and when he flicked his tongue across her clit, he dug his claws into the bed. He was weak. Somewhere he’d heard that being with one’s mate became easier as time went on, but he wasn’t sure he could last.

Not able to control himself any longer, Riley crawled up her body and kissed her again, inhaling her scent and allowing his mind to meld with hers. He nudged her legs wider and placed his cock against her wet opening. Eyes closed, he drove in and held still. If she wiggled her hips or kissed him, he’d be lost. Bringing her to a climax had to be his first concern.

She clasped his back and pressed her breasts against his chest. Don’t shift. Don’t shift.

Slowly, he eased out of her. “You feel so f*cking good.”

“You should be me.”

He smiled. As much as he loved their banter, being distracted could cause him to lose control. Dipping his head, he dragged his lips across her shoulder, loving her soft skin and the delicious curve to her neck. He eased out of her then forged right back in, enjoying her tight *. Fingers gripping her hair, he kissed her gently at first then with more passion. Sarah had invaded his thoughts and now his body.

She clutched his shoulders, and when she lifted her hips, it was as if she’d set free his inner beast. He growled and captured her mouth once more. Pounding into her, he let go of his fears and allowed the joy of being together wash over him. His cock expanded as he pounded into her.