“I do!” She took a step toward him. “Or have you forgotten just how kooky I can be?”
He hadn’t forgotten. Decker didn’t consider her kooky. He thought of her as free.
“I’m not going to talk about this with you. Not anymore. Get home.” He went to turn his back to her.
“Is that it? That all you want?” Misha asked.
He tensed up.
There was something in the way she spoke. He slowly turned toward her and watched as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head before throwing it to the ground. “Or is there something else I can interest you in?”
“Damn it, Misha, don’t do this.”
“Why not? It’s not like I’ve got a mate I’m saving myself for. I wonder if one of those human males will finally take care of me.” She wriggled out of her skirt, and she stood before him in a pair of sheer panties and a bra.
Being part wolf, his eyesight was impeccable. He also had a knack for being able to see in the dark. Nothing was hidden from view.
All of her curves were on display, and the lingerie only hinted at what was beneath, but he knew how tempting she was.
His dick was hard. Whenever he was around Misha, he couldn’t control himself.
The wolf crashed in the back of his mind, begging, yelling at him to finally mark her. To let her know that she belonged to them. No other male was going to touch her. No one else would ever know how perfect she was.
He took a step back, but it was like a force he couldn’t fight.
One second, he was trying to create some distance, in the next, he had Misha pinned up against the nearest tree.
Gripping her waist, he slammed his lips down on hers, and she didn’t fight him. Her hands went to his shoulders, pulling him in.
Decker lifted her, forcing her to circle those thick juicy thighs around his waist, and as she did, he just couldn’t stop himself. With one hand on her ass, keeping her around him and using the tree for leverage, with the other, he reached between them and stroked her pussy.
She was soaked. Just as he wanted her to be. The temptation was too great.
He couldn’t deny himself, even though he knew he should.
Misha couldn’t be his mate. No one could.
He lost the fight as he deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth. Misha wasn’t helping him as she sucked on him, kissing him back, wanting this. Gyrating her hips against him.
The scent of her arousal filled the air. He let go of her pussy and tore the bra from her, exposing those full ripe tits. They were perfect.
Leaning down, he took one of those nipples into his mouth and sucked on it. He went back to playing with her pussy, stroking her clit.
Decker needed her to come. The moment she did, he was going to fuck her pussy raw. He needed her. There was no turning back.
Mate her.
No.
He intended to fuck her, but he wouldn’t mate her. There was no way he’d risk her life, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy each other. Misha wouldn’t leave then. He’d be able to keep her all to himself. The pack wouldn’t know.
She’d occasionally smell like him, but he wouldn’t take her completely.
As he brought her closer to orgasm, he truly believed his idea would work.
He’d be able to have it all. Be the alpha of the pack and have his woman. He wouldn’t have to worry about her finding anyone else.
When Misha came, the sounds she made were like heaven. She didn’t hold anything back, but gave him all of it, and he relished everything, watching her, locking everything away in his memory to replay it at a later date.
He let go of her pussy and tore open his jeans. Tonight, he wasn’t wearing any boxer briefs, as it was bad enough constantly being in a state of arousal with no hope of finding release. Whenever he was around Misha, she brought out the worst in him, or the best.
His dick was already long, thick, and the tip leaking pre-cum to make his entrance inside her so much easier.
Sliding his cock between her slit, he nudged her clit and then moved down, going toward her entrance.
Decker wasn’t gentle. He slammed to the hilt, tearing through the thin veil of flesh marking her virginity. Misha’s scream filled the night until she sank her teeth into her lip, stopping it. He froze. This was her first time.
A mate’s first time shouldn’t be up against a tree, rutting like animals. She should have a bed, romance.
He felt the pulse of her pussy wrapped around his dick. The slight metallic scent of blood filled the air, letting him know he’d done the unspeakable. He’d taken his mate’s virginity the wrong way.