Right Wolf, Right Time

Chapter Four

Sophie unlocked her door, stepped through, and closed and locked it behind her. Baffled by what should have been a night to end all nights, she touched her lips, bemused that her wolf felt nothing more than calm about that kiss.

“He liked me, though. I felt it.” His erection proved she held some sort of attraction for the opposite sex. Or had he sensed what Gabby had called her heat? Sophie didn’t feel aroused. She had liked the kiss, though. Touching his lips, feeling Rafe’s body pressed to hers, had made her feel not so alone, a part of something more.

As she hung up her jacket in the closet and toed off her shoes, she wondered.

Being a member of the Gray Wolf Order hadn’t given her the same sense of belonging. But in Rafe’s arms, she’d felt cared for, if only for a little bit. Still, she’d expected to get carried away with lust. The adult movies that so intrigued her always showed the woman crying out for more. Sophie had been fine with Rafe leaving.

Acting, she thought, wishing she knew what to expect from real life. She was too embarrassed to ask Julia or Gabby what their sex lives were like. She knew they loved their mates, but the physical aspect of mating captivated her. She wanted so badly to experience the same relief from her hungers that other women did. Hungers that grew stronger with each passing month. She almost wished she could go back to seeing men as nothing more than problems, oppressive jerks out to keep her from truly living.

Stomping up the stairs and into her bedroom, she muttered a few insults against Monty, Rafe and men in general.

The scent of rage and male and wolf hit her too late.

Before she could turn and run, something huge and furious picked her up and tossed her onto her bed.

She tried to shriek, but a large, familiar hand covered her mouth. She froze and garbled, “Monty?” against his palm. She licked his flesh, and the salty taste of him woke her wolf from the sensual slumber she’d been in since the last time she’d seen him.

“Rafe fucking Sheridan?” He sniffed her all over, centering on her neck and lips. “You let that asshole kiss you?”

Still shocked that Monty was here, in her bedroom, covering her like a blanket, Sophie blinked up at him, speechless.

“He’s not for you. I am.” Monty kissed her before she could question him. And between one breath and the next, she lost her ever-loving mind.

Monty couldn’t stop his wolf. Not this time. The scent of another male on Sophie drove him insane. Just as soon as he claimed her, he was going to kill that son of a bitch, alpha or no alpha.

But damn, Sophie knew how to kiss. She tasted like warm brown sugar, so sweet and rich. Her lips were tentative at first, but as he slaked his hunger with her mouth, she returned the gesture while her hot little hands touched his chest and arms.

“God, yeah. Oh fuck.” Monty nipped her lower lip and put his mouth over her pulse, licking and sucking her flesh to make a mark. Mine, his wolf snarled, but he teethed her with a gentleness at odds with his violent frustration as Monty continued to work his mate into a state of arousal.

Her breasts pressed against him, her belly rubbing his erection with each gyration of his hips. The woman smelled so fucking ripe.

He had to have her.

He pulled away and looked down into her aroused, confused gaze.

“Monty? Why did you stop?”

The growl poured out of him, an aggressive response he couldn’t help. “Time to get undressed, baby. Time to stop dancing around this. I’m going to fuck you, take that sweet pussy and ass, and own you.”

“Sw-sweet pussy? Ass?” she squeaked, her eyes round. “But I’m— Can I— Will it hurt?”

His eyes narrowed. She didn’t look upset or afraid, and she hadn’t protested. She looked excited. And new. Grady had told him earlier about the conversation he’d overheard, but Monty thought Grady had misunderstood. Oh Christ, she couldn’t be saying… “You ever had sex, Sophie?”

The blush on her cheeks turned him on like nothing else. A fucking virgin, in this day and age. His to possess. Only his.

He sucked in a breath and let it out in a shaky sigh. “Then we do this a different way.”

“We do?” She kept looking at his mouth, and he wondered if she had the same fantasies he did when he looked at her. Monty envisioned her lips wrapped around his cock. Did she ever wonder about him eating her out?

“Yeah, we do.” His voice sounded hoarse, but he didn’t care. He literally hurt from wanting to take his mate. With shaking hands, he took off her blouse, socks and pants. She wore a lacy red thong and bra—one transparent enough to show her hard nipples.

Monty didn’t hesitate. He sucked one through the sheer fabric, gratified when she cried out his name and clutched his head to her chest. She tightened her hands on his hair when he sucked hard, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, her scent intensified.

“Oh my God. That feels so good.” She moaned when he shifted to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment. “I’m so wet.”

Now he groaned. Like he needed to hear it. He could smell it, was drowning in her perfume, that sultry scent that beckoned him to end this and fuck her until neither of them could move.

He continued to kiss and tease her while he fiddled with her bra. When he finally released it, he leaned back and stared at the roundest, most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. He wanted to fuck them, to suck them—hell, anything and everything. But her pussy beckoned. When he moved from her to hurry out of his clothes, he noted the darkened, damp fabric between her slender thighs.

“You’re so big,” she said, her voice husky.

He stared down at himself and wondered if he scared her. The quiet she-wolf he’d been hard for during the last two years was a virgin, and she had to handle him. Not a tender lover, but a ravaging beast with a blemished body, worn down from an enemy that never stopped coming. A lover who’d just had his woman kissed by another man.

Infuriated all over again, he snarled and ripped her panties from her. After tossing the sodden garment over his shoulder, he shoved her legs apart and pushed his face into her pussy.

“Monty.”

He licked and shuddered, lightheaded with her taste. Damn, but she was better than anything he’d ever had. Her hands stroked over his shoulders and up his neck to his head. She clenched his hair tight, the bite of her grip more than satisfying while she keened and moaned.

He delved into her honey, lapping up her arousal like a thirsting man. He sucked and tongued her clit, then slowly put his finger at her entrance.

“Oh yes, please. Oh yes,” she moaned and thrust against his face.

As he moved his finger inside her, she clenched tight and cried out, coming into his mouth.

A rush of her hit his tongue, and he worked the rest of his finger inside her. No doubt about it, even as slick as she was, she’d be a tight fit. And if he didn’t put his dick inside her soon, he’d spill over her bedspread.

On fire to have her, Monty gave her one last lick and rose over her. He didn’t give her time to react, only to feel as he nudged her thighs wider and positioned his cock at her entrance.

“Watch me take you,” he growled.

She blinked and looked between them. “Okay,” she rasped, still dazed from her orgasm.

Monty didn’t bother with a condom. Ac-taw couldn’t catch disease, and though pregnancy was a possibility, he couldn’t stop himself. Instinct rode him too hard, and he prayed she wouldn’t be upset after.

He pushed in with a steady thrust, past the slick walls clenching him tight. “Oh yeah. God, Sophie. You feel so incredible. So hot. Suck me deeper, baby. More.”

He continued to move until he seated himself fully, his balls against her ass.

“I feel so full.”

He loved the wonder he saw in her light gray eyes, bright with passion.

“And you’re gonna get fuller in just a minute.” He pulled back and jerked when her hands clenched his waist.

“No,” she protested. “Don’t leave me.”

“Never,” he promised, meaning it. “Let me love you, Sophie. Watch me.”

This time she stared into his eyes while he stared into hers. Fucking her so slowly, he thrust in and out, taking her with a torturous, drawn-out pace that only increased his desire.

She was getting there again, he could tell. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples were tight and her breathing grew erratic.

“Bring yourself off. Touch your clit, baby.” He increased his pace, no longer able to last.

Sophie, to his surprise, didn’t balk. She didn’t act shy or protest. His mate reached between them when he eased up and rubbed her little clit.

The sensual action broke him, and he slammed into her. Harder and deeper, hoping against hope he wasn’t hurting her. But from her breathy moans and pleas for more, he didn’t think she minded.

“Here I come. Oh fuck.” He couldn’t hold back anymore. When she jerked under him and moaned his name, he exploded.

His orgasm rushed through him with the force of a tidal wave. The upheaval stole his breath, his seed, his ability to do more than pump inside his mate. He shuddered and gripped her hips while he poured into her, their scents merging and clinging, the mating taking root.

She had her hands on his forearms, and he realized he’d somehow raised himself up while he remained locked inside her. When he’d given her his last bit of seed, he regretfully withdrew. But he had to see. He pushed her legs wider and stared at the evidence of their joining. A bit trickled out, and he cupped her, wanting to keep it all in.

“Monty.” She smiled and looked at him with love in her eyes. Or so he hoped. He just prayed he’d made her first time something special—and that she wouldn’t shit a brick when she realized she was indeed in heat, and he’d left enough of himself inside her to repopulate the order.

Sophie had a hard time thinking. Period. Monty had made love to her. The right wolf. Finally. She stretched, aware he had his hand between her legs, pressing his palm against her sensitive nub. Monty had sucked her nipples, her clitoris, and he’d pushed that fat cock inside her. Oh my God. This had been a million times better than any orgasm she’d ever given herself. Better than any of her adult movies. Better than her books.

“I love sex,” she said bluntly, and when he laughed, she thought it the most beautiful sound in the world.

He slowly withdrew his hand and stared down at it. Then he wiped his palm over her belly. Their scents had merged; she couldn’t tell them apart. “We smell good,” she whispered.

“We do.” He lay down next to her and turned her onto her side to face him. “You okay?”

She looked down between them, then back up at him to see his frown. “What?”

“You’re not bleeding, but you were a virgin. You were too tight to be anything else,” he said to forestall the argument she might have made.

“Well, yeah. I said I am. Was.” She blushed. “I, um, you’re not the first thing that’s been inside me.”

He blinked at her. After a moment, he smiled. And that smile grew. “Kinky little thing, eh? You like toys?”

Did she. She had a drawer full of them. “Maybe.”

“You knew what to do with me.” His smile faded. “How much experience have you actually had?”

“Well, I kissed a man. Two men,” she corrected, remembering Rafe. “Three if you count yourself. That’s pretty much it.”

He looked like he wanted to argue, then frowned. “That’s it?”

“Yeah. Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“Are you kidding? Give me a few minutes and we’ll go again.”

“Really?” She perked up. Though she’d started to tire from all the tension and the incredible orgasms Monty had given her, she suddenly was raring to go again.

“But this time I want to use a toy on you.”

She blushed. “But I don’t need a toy. I have you now.”

He chuckled and drew circles on her belly with a rough finger. “Yeah, you do. And I finally have you. But there are things I want to show you. Ways to make the pleasure last.”

She swallowed hard, and his eyes darkened. The ice-blue gaze of a wolf sighting his prey. “Oh yeah. We’re going to cover swallowing too. I want those soft lips wrapped around my dick.”

Her womb clenched at the thought. Arousal returned in a rush. “You never talked to me like that before.”

“Honey, I’ve wanted you from day one. But I heard you’d had a rough time. I didn’t want to scare you.” He grimaced. “And then you let Sheridan kiss you?”

She winced. “Well, I wanted you, but you didn’t seem to want me, or so I thought.”

“You thought wrong.”

“I know.” She grinned.

“I almost waited too long to claim you.” He grabbed her chin and held her still while he stared into her eyes. “You know you’re mine now, right?”

She nodded. “Yours. Yes.” She wasn’t sure yet how she felt about that. On some level, she’d always known Monty would be hers. Or at least, she’d hoped. Her wolf was in love. Utter, canine, slobbery love. But Sophie wasn’t as quick to accept. “Mostly yours,” she added.

“There’s no ‘mostly’ about this claiming,” Monty growled.

Unlike her fear at Rafe’s growl, Monty’s turned her on.

“There you go. You want it. You want me, don’t you, Sophie?” He kissed her, and she realized he hadn’t kissed her since before he’d gone down on her.

She tasted herself on his lips.

“See how good you taste?” he rasped. “All sweet and spicy on my tongue. I want to eat you again. But this time I want you to suck me too.”

“Oh wow.” Her first sixty-nine. Sophie couldn’t wait.

“But first, explain this date with Sheridan and what happened tonight. In detail,” he demanded. He rolled her onto her back and straddled her waist in a flash. With his arms across his chest and his disapproving glare, he looked like a raging conqueror out for vengeance. And Sophie, kinky, wacky Sophie, fell in love with her bad boy, mate and all-around troublemaking gray wolf.

Monty didn’t know what he’d said, but Sophie had a gooey look on her face. “What?”

Fascinated, he watched the woman he’d always considered somewhat shy and hesitant wrap her hand around his slick, growing cock. After coming so hard, he needed time to recover. But her small fingers were making it difficult to remember anything but how good she felt surrounding him.

“Rafe asked me out. He’s my alpha. I had to say yes.”

“I knew it.” He sucked in a breath when she fondled his balls.

“You are so beautiful. These are soft, but hard too.” She cupped him, measuring and stroking as she worked him to full arousal once more. “I know men like to have their balls sucked. Do you?”

The words balls and sucked out of her innocent mouth turned him on like crazy.

“By you, hell yeah.” He wanted her mouth on him in the worst way. But… His wolf nudged him to scoot closer to her mouth while the man wanted answers. Then more sex.

“Rafe was nice. He kissed me outside.”

Fury added firmness to his arousal, the combination of anger and lust quickening his desire.

“The kiss felt warm, soothing. Not like this.” She glided her hands up and down his shaft and toyed with his slit.

He arched into her touch on a groan. It took discipline not to give in to her handjob. Christ, for a novice, the woman had mad skills. “How…does this…make you feel?”

“Tingly. Aroused. Like I’m going to explode if I don’t have you inside me.”

He stared down at her flushed face and the braid of mink-dark hair curled around her left breast. “Take your hair down. I want to see it spread out. Then when I’m fucking your mouth, I want you to run that hair around my sac. Let me feel it while I shoot down your throat.”

Where the license to talk dirty had come from, he had no idea. But his ex-virgin of a mate smelled better and better with each line.

“Just wait.” He cupped her breasts, loving how she fit his palms. Not too big or too small. “Wait ’til I’m fucking your tits. You want me to come over your lips? Or maybe I’ll just get hard enough to empty inside your pussy again?”

“Or maybe you can come on my tongue,” she murmured. “I like when they do that. It’s weirdly sexy to me.”

He froze. “When who does what?”

Sophie stilled.

He asked again, this time putting a hand at her throat while the other one remained on her breast. Holy shit, the woman was creaming hard. She liked the rough stuff, his quiet, lovely little Sophie. And he was hard enough to split nails.

“I have a slight problem.” She spoke so softly he had to lean closer to hear. To test her, he tightened his hands at her breast and throat. In no danger of harming her in the slightest, he added to the pressure to remind her who was in charge.

Again, a waft of pure need washed over her. Her wolf glinted in her eyes, ferocious and hungry. Talk about the perfect woman. He almost found himself not caring that she might have had other guys come on her tongue.

“I watch dirty movies a lot. And in them, the guy always pulls out and comes in the girl’s mouth. Well, not all the time. But that seems to be pretty popular.”

He just stared at her. “You watch porn?”

She flushed, as if more embarrassed to be caught enjoying porn than being naked and gripping his cock. “I like to think of it as adult entertainment. Porn sounds so dirty.”

“But you like dirty.” She did. And he loved her more every second. “My hand around your throat is getting you hot, isn’t it? Thoughts of me coming over your tits or face is sexy, right?”

“Monty.” Still flushed, but more aroused, Sophie cupped his balls and licked her lips.

“God, you were made for me. You know that?”

She blinked up at him. “You think?”

He pinched her nipple and watched her eyes glaze over. “I know.” He moved back, pulling himself away from her, and propped her up on her pillow, so that her head was back against the headboard. “That’s good. Now open up.” He straddled her waist again, but in this position, his cock met her lips with ease. “I want you to suck me until I tell you to stop.”

She opened her mouth, her hair spilling over her shoulders and breasts, her mouth glistening with saliva, her scent musky with need.

“Now, baby. Open wider.” He put himself at her lips and inched inside.

Her lips felt like heaven, so soft yet firm, slick and hot. He couldn’t help pumping, the sight of her like a dream come true.

“You don’t know how often I jacked off to this image. I used to come hard, thoughts of fucking your sweet mouth enough to get me off in like two seconds.” He moaned and widened his stance when she cupped his balls. “Yeah, baby. Rub ’em. Harder.”

When she did, a spurt of precum hit her tongue.

“See how hard you make me? You are so fucking sexy. It was so tough to give you space. I wanted you to want me back, not be afraid of me.”

He fucked her mouth while he spoke, giving her the fantasy he couldn’t shake. “I want to watch you lick me down. But you want a sixty-nine first, don’t you?”

She nodded enthusiastically and sucked harder.

“No, stop.” He nearly came. “I don’t want to fill your mouth. Not yet. I left you all wet.” He waited for the shock to set in, but she let him slide from her mouth and smiled.

“I like it. I like you inside me.”

He heard the wolf in her answer, and his approved. “Good. Because we’re not doing condoms.”

She shook her head.

“And if you’re pregnant, so much the better.” Should he tell her how much he loved her now? No. He wanted to give her the romance, but tonight was all about dirty, sexy fucking. A treat for his sexually starved mate. The poor thing.

He grinned. “Man. I never imagined tonight would happen like this. You are awesome, you know that?”

She smiled back, and he wanted to think he saw her heart in her eyes. That the love he felt was so full because some of it was a reflection of what she felt. He knew so much about her. Her likes and dislikes, her styles in fashion and décor, how she preferred banana to strawberry and couldn’t stand peanuts. But this intimacy between them he couldn’t have imagined.

Monty moved back and lay down. Then he motioned for her to come over him. “Turn around and put that perfect mouth around my cock. Yeah, that’s it.” He groaned when she engulfed him. “This won’t last long. Shit.” He arched his hips when she grazed her teeth along the underside of his crown. “Now put that pussy over my mouth. I need to lick that cream. Oh yeah. You are wet, aren’t you?”

He loved their combined scent, but it was her need that pulled at him. His wolf circled inside him, needing to feel it. Monty licked her and sucked her. He slid his finger inside her, then added another. And when she increased her fervor, mouthing his cock like a pro, he slicked his pinky through her juices and rimmed her asshole.

She moaned and took him to the back of her throat, gagging as she did so.

He held on hard to stop from coming. Monty pulled back from her clit. “Go easy, baby. Don’t hurt yourself.” But his frisky mate did it again. At first awkward, it didn’t take her long to master the art of deep-throating.

She pulled away to say, “I practiced on a banana. Well, a condom-covered one. I wanted to be ready for you.”

For me, or for someone else, he wanted to ask. But she resumed her feast, and he could no longer think. He gave himself up to instinct as he layered another scent marker over her, pleased as hell when she gave her own right back. He licked and sucked and fingered her, playing with her pussy and ass until she came over his tongue.

As she shivered and released, she sucked him like a Hoover. And when she tightened her hand around his balls and hollowed her cheeks again, he jetted down her throat. The orgasm swept his emotions up as well, and he swirled about in a haze of love and contentment he’d never felt before.

Sophie finished swallowing him down and let him fall from her mouth at the same time he pushed her up from his lips. The mating scent permeated her room.

“God, you were so hard.” She turned around and accepted the tug of his hand to lie on top of him.

“So were you. A firm little clit under my tongue. Man, I love the way you taste.”

She rubbed her cheek against his chest, and he could almost see her blushing.

“So you’re okay with this? With us, Sophie?”

“Oh yeah.”

Monty felt her sigh through to his bones. “Good. Me too.”

“Me too,” she repeated, then yawned.

His mate. His future. And, God willing, his pup growing inside her even now. Monty closed his eyes and fell asleep, happiness not only in his reach, but in his arms.