Protecting the Wolf's Mate (Blood Moon Brotherhood 3)

“I don’t care,” he said, gripping her tightly.

She laughed. “Do you normally seduce women in your lab?”

He pulled back then, staring down at her. “No. I don’t normally seduce women, period. But I need you now.”

She bit her lip, the hitch of her breath driving him crazy.

He lifted her, carried her across the room, and pressed her against the door. “If you’re worried about someone walking in.”

Her legs wrapped around his waist as his pants hit the floor. Her heat teased him, making his fingers shake as he rolled on the condom. Once it was on, he thrust into her and sank deep.

“Oh, Hollis.” She moaned, her legs tightening around his waist.

He smiled, thrusting into her slowly. Inch by inch, gloved tightly in her heat. Nothing felt better.

Her grip tightened in his hair as her gaze locked with his. He could spend hours like this, lost in Ellen. His wolf felt the same. Her wolf was there, welcoming him, craving him. They fed off the bond, making them strong and secure—needed and valued. Two parts of one whole.

“Hollis,” she whispered, straining against his leisurely pace. “Harder. Please.”

“Harder?” he asked, nipping her neck. She shuddered, her nails biting into his shoulders. He thrust deep, slid back, then slammed into her again.

“Yes.” She moaned. “Yes.” Her eyes opened, locking with his, blinded with lust—for him.

Whatever she wanted. He gripped her hips and pounded into her, his lips pressed against her neck. It was mindless and desperate. Her moans grew faster and faster, her heart beating rapidly, her blood rushing, and every muscle clenching tightly around him in anticipation. He knew she was close, felt the quivers intensify, before she stiffened. He thrust deep, loving the clenching of her body when she came apart.

Watching her climax was incredible. Wild. Uninhibited and fierce.

“Fuck.” He growled, sucking her nipple through the cotton of her tank top. Her fingers tugged his hair, her breath hitched, and he continued to play with her. Faster and harder, until he was mindless—out of control—pouring himself into her. He ground his teeth together, drawn so tight he worried he’d send them both crashing to the floor. Pleasure flooded every nerve, slamming over him and into him, wiping everything but Ellen—the feel of her—from his mind.

“You’re insatiable.” She gasped. “And I am sore.”

He slid from her, bracing himself against her and the door until the room was no longer spinning. “Are you complaining?”

She shook her head. “I like it.” The heat in her gaze made him groan.

His hands cradled her face. “Like it?” Like. Another insufficient word for what he was feeling. What else could she say?

Her hand pressed against the side of his face, her mismatched gaze falling from his. “I say we call it a day, Doctor? Unless there’s some pressing matter I don’t know about, I’d like something to eat before I take you to bed.”

He stepped back, tugging up her pants and pressing a kiss to her forehead. His wolf reveled in her scent as much as he did, lingering there so he could draw her in. It took effort to release her. “Almost.” He dressed and disposed of the condom. “Fifteen minutes?”

She glanced at the clock on the wall as she buttoned her pants. “I’m timing you.”

He grinned, already heading back to his desk. “I believe you.” He sat in his desk chair, finishing off three emails, saving the updated data files, and plotting the latest numbers he’d received on a new dysentery pill they were developing.

Her fingers smoothed between his eyebrows. “You frown when you’re working.”

“I’m not frowning. I’m concentrating,” he argued, catching her arm and pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist. “Which is harder to do when you’re sitting there.” Smelling like him. And sex. And arousal. He bit back a groan, wishing there was a way to rein in his out-of-control hunger for her.

“I’ll move,” she said, inching closer and leaning in to kiss him.

He laughed against her lips. “Thanks.”

The sound of a throat clearing behind them had him pulling away from her. Kim stood, mop in one hand, bucket in the other.

“I came to clean up the coffee,” she murmured, taking pains to avoid making eye contact. Ellen was right, something was wrong with his assistant.

He’d hired Kim Su because she was a consummate professional. He’d admired her attention to detail, her enthusiasm for work, and her ability to stay calm under pressure. In a lab environment, with controls and tight timelines, unexpected variables and frequent disappointments, Hollis valued her calm.