To hell with being honorable. He'd been honorable for eight years, and all it had gotten him was continuous hard-ons and cold showers. So what if she was trying to manipulate him with sex? It would backfire on her when she became emotionally attached to him. He could use sex just as well as she could. He wasn't that gangly young man with a boyish crush anymore. He was an Alpha wolf who had chosen his mate. Nothing could stop him from claiming her.
"Hmm, I bet you're yummy." She leaned over.
"Stop." He pulled her straight and captured her gaze with his own. "You want me to climax, fine. But I'm going to do it deep inside you."
Her eyes widened. Her heart pounded so loud and fast, he knew his suspicions were confirmed. He'd called her bluff and upped the ante. She'd intended to only give him a blowjob, thinking that would be enough to distract him. She'd wanted to perform a service on him, not get involved with him. She hadn't planned on having her own body invaded.
Her false bravado kicked in and she lifted her chin. "Why not? It's just sex."
It was not just sex. It was a wolf claiming his mate. It was dominance and power.
His grip tightened on her shoulders. "Fair warning, Vanda. Once you give me your body, I'm taking your heart."
She scoffed. "Fair warning to you, Phil. My body is all you're getting. Now lie down and take it like a man."
"I don't lie down." He grabbed her around the waist and set her on the table.
He removed her high-heeled sandals and dropped them on the floor, then he grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs so her feet rested on his chest. "Look at me."
Her gaze drifted upward with a wary look.
Still gripping her ankles, he suddenly spread her legs wide. She gasped.
"Relax." He rested her ankles on his shoulders. "Like you said, it's just sex."
Her eyes narrowed. "Exactly."
He skimmed his hands down her shins to her knees. "I want to see your eyes turn red. I want to make them glow." He reached underneath her knees and tickled the delicate skin there.
Her legs trembled and she closed her eyes.
"Lie back." He smoothed his hands down the back of her thighs. "Look at me."
She opened her eyes to glare at him. "Stop giving me orders." Even though she snapped at him, her eyes were tinted red with passion.
He smiled. "Sweetheart, if it's not too much of an imposition, I would be forever beholden to you if you could kindly assume a reclining position so I can screw your brains out."
"That's more like it." Her eyes glittered, bright red and defiant. "Make me."
"Gladly." He scooped his hands under her rump and lifted her hips up so suddenly that she fell back with an Oof. With one quick move he jerked her underwear down to her ankles. As he slipped the black lacy panties over her feet, he could feel how damp they were. His nostrils flared with the scent of her arousal. His erection throbbed in response, and he tossed the panties onto the table.
He shoved his pants and underwear down to his knees. "You're ready for me, aren't you? You're slick and hot."
Her feet pressed into his shoulders as she tried to wiggle closer to his erection. "Do it. Now."
There was no way he was going to rush through this. After eight long years, he finally had her at his mercy. He'd make her scream, over and over again.
He slowly pushed her dress past her hips and left it wadded up at her waist. Then he skimmed his fingers across her bare stomach. Her muscles rippled with a tiny spasm.
"Do it." She was starting to pant.
He dragged his fingers into her pubic hair. The brown curls glistened with moisture.
"Get on with it." She squirmed.
"Chill. Like you said, it's just sex."
She gritted her teeth. "Stop reminding - Aah!" Her body jolted when his fingers slid between her wet folds.
He explored her, exulting in how slippery she was, how engorged she was, and how she trembled and gasped for air. She was already close to coming. His erection hardened painfully, and it took all his control not to drive himself into her.
Instead, he inserted two fingers and rubbed the inside walls of her canal. She groaned and lifted her hips. Her inner muscles clenched at his fingers. Almost there. He circled her clitoris, then tweaked it.
She cried out. Moisture gushed over his fingers, and her body spasmed. He fondled her clitoris and stroked her inside walls, wringing more cries from her, more spasms.
Finally, she went limp. She lifted a hand to her brow. "Oh God. That was...that was..."
"Just sex?"
She shot him an annoyed look. "Yes."
"Good. How much recovery time do you need?"
"None. I'm fine."
"Good." He tugged her bodice down to reveal her br**sts. "No bra? My lucky day." He noticed the tips of her rosy ni**les were hard.
"I didn't have one that worked with this dress," she mumbled.
He outlined her purple tattoo with his finger. "You have this little bat to scare everyone away from your heart. It doesn't scare me." He leaned over and kissed the tattoo. "I've always wanted to do that. And this." He sucked a nipple into his mouth.
She gasped. Her legs clamped around his waist.
He suckled one breast, then the other. "I have to taste you." He lifted her hips and enjoyed one long lick along her folds.
She shuddered. "Phil..."
He flicked his tongue over her clitoris. Her womanly scent filled his nostrils. Nothing excited his inner wolf as much as smell. The wolf clawed at his control, threatening to overpower him. He couldn't allow himself to go Alpha right now. He could still retain human form while the power of the wolf was unleashed, but it would scare Vanda too much.
He'd reached the tipping point. With a growl, he thrust himself into her. She instantly climaxed, crying out as her inner muscles squeezed him hard. He gripped her hips and pulled her toward him as he ground into her over and over. Her br**sts flushed pink. Her breathing was labored.
Their bodies slapped together. He dropped his head back and relished each thrust. This was his woman. He would never give her up. The wolf howled, and his groin grew tight. With a loud groan, he pumped faster and faster.
She screamed and climaxed once again. Her inner muscles clamped down, and he gushed into her. Again and again. He held her tight against him until the last of his spasms faded away.
The dark room was filled with the sound of breathing. His mind slowly cleared. The wolf inside grinned with victory. He'd claimed his woman. The man on the outside wondered if he'd overdone it. He'd intended to attach her to him. What if he'd given into his lust only to chase his loved one away?
She pressed a hand against her chest and closed her eyes as she inhaled slowly and deeply. She seemed calm, but he could still hear her heart racing.
He moved back and slipped out of her body. "Are you all right?"
She opened her eyes, but looked to the side. "Sure."
He touched her cheek. "I've dreamed of doing that for eight years. It was even better than I'd imagined."
"That's good." She struggled to sit up, but her arms shook.
"Need help?"
"No. I'm fine." She reached for her panties.
So, she was going to act aloof. He could take care of that. He pulled his underwear and pants back up. "Thanks, Vanda. You're a great lay."
Her chin snapped up and her eyes flashed. "Don't you dare talk to me like - " Her eyes narrowed. "You're trying to make me angry, aren't you? What kind of anger management sponsor are you?"
"The same kind who engages in forbidden sex. When can we do it again?"
She scoffed. "There's no need to. You got what you wanted."
"You wanted it, too. You screamed at least three times."
Her fingers trembled as she struggled to put her panties back on. "It was...just sex."
"It was a hell of a lot more, and you know it."
She gave him a wary look as she scooted off the table. "I need to get back to the club. It's always busy on Friday night." She adjusted her bodice and smoothed down her skirt.
Dammit, they'd just had mind-blowing sex, and she was acting like it was no big deal. "Don't you want me to hold you for a while? I thought women liked that."
"No thanks." She picked up her sandals, then sat in a chair to put them on. "Do yourself a favor, and don't get your hopes up. I'm never going to love again."