Teacher's Pet Wolf

I lock my ankles behind his back, our open mouths slanting together again and again—already addicted to the possessive thrust of his tongue, to the breathtaking intensity of his kiss. My fingers buried in his hair, I rock with him, loving every sultry taste past his lips, every endless slide of his cock. Loving how he makes me feel.

It’s so dangerous, what he’s doing to me. I know it.

And this isn’t at all what I expected.

My lips curve under his then. As if feeling my smile, Ranger lifts his head slightly—just enough that we don’t have to look at each other cross-eyed.

His voice is all heat and smoke. “What is it?”

I shrug a little, my fingers drifting down his beard. “I just thought…after waiting so long, that you’d use my pussy like a fuck toy.”

He rumbles out a short laugh. “I’ll do that, too.” Eyes searching mine, he cups my cheek in his big hand, his thumb slipping over my parted lips. “But as you say, it’s been a long time waiting. So I’m going to savor every sweet inch of you first. That all right?”

Yes. No.

He’s going to wreck my heart when I let him go.

But I don’t see any way to stop it. With a nod, I draw him down into another kiss. A moan builds in my throat as he fills me again, so big and so thick that there’s no escaping the pleasure that radiates through my body, the exquisite intimacy of it. He’s braced over me with his forearm beside my shoulder, his crisp chest hair lightly rasping my nipples with every leisurely thrust.

And savor me he does, holding me close as he fucks me sweet and slow, until I’m quaking beneath him and muffling my cries against the strong column of his throat. Only then does he break, plunging into me hard and deep, devouring my mouth with a scorching kiss. He shoves my knees up to my shoulders on a final pump of his hips, throws back his head and grinds his cock into my yielding flesh. Suddenly every muscle in his big body clenches, sinews and tendons corded with strain, and the hot flood of his release inside me sends my body reeling into another orgasm, coming helplessly on his pulsating shaft.

His chest heaves as he bends his head to take my mouth in another hot kiss that gradually becomes softer, slower—until finally he rolls over onto the bed and brings me with him.

Utterly sated, I sprawl over his torso, my legs still straddling his hips and his thickness still heavy within me. He holds me close as I pillow my head on his pectoral, listening to the thunder of his heartbeat, absently trailing my fingers through the short hairs. Then even that movement seems too much.

Not just sated. Still exhausted.

“I might fall asleep,” I tell him drowsily.

A deep chuckle rumbles through him, and his big hand caresses the length of my hair. Almost like he’s petting me. And it’s so comforting, so relaxing. “Long night last night?”

Almost too fatigued to speak, I move my head against his chest in a nod. Such a long night. Running miles and miles, searching for him. Needing him. Not finding him.

A painful lump in my throat pierces the fatigue. “Ranger?”

His hand sweeps down my hair again. “Hmm?”

“Promise me something.”

“I’ll give you anything you need, baby.”

And that’s the problem. How giving he is. How wonderful he is. In a raw whisper, I tell him, “Please don’t make me fall in love with you.”

His hand stops. For an instant there’s nothing, only the drumming of his heart. Then his big body moves slightly beneath mine, his muscles flexing, and I feel the kiss he presses to the top of my head. The slow caress over my hair resumes.

My eyes close. The thrum of his heartbeat lulls me deeper.

“I’ll give you anything, Alicia.” The quiet rasp of Ranger’s reply comes from a long way off. “Except for that.”

I can’t even remember what I asked.5Ranger“What happened to her?” Brandon asks, his voice low.

Hell if I know. “We didn’t exactly get around to talking yet.”

His shoulders shake with silent laughter. He’s in the hall just outside my room, with me standing in the open doorway. Alicia’s still out cold on the bed. Being quiet won’t really make a difference to her—she could hear us, easy—but I don’t think there’s much that could wake her now, anyway. About three hours ago, I called down for food, and she slept through both the delivery and the scent of grilled steak filling the room. Her dinner’s sitting in the mini-fridge now. I suspect it might stay there for a while longer.

Still, it’s a habit to lower our voices when we’re talking about anything involving fur or fangs. And no one appreciates two loud motherfuckers conversing in a hotel hallway at midnight.