Because I knew the moment I caught her scent.
My wolf stood up and howled, this one.
She was my mate, but I didn’t even know her name. Right now, with my mouth watering to suck on her gorgeous nipples, it wasn’t important. I’d know her anywhere from her scent alone. In comparison, her name was trivial.
I dipped my head to catch her lips, tasting her. “You want this, sweetness? You want my hands on this hot-as-sin body of yours?”
“Yes.”
I was comforted by the fact that she didn’t hesitate with her answer. I might be a one-night stand for her, but she trusted me.
“You sure?” I wrapped my hands around her ribs, brushing her nipples with my thumbs. “Because I’m not sure I can be respectful once I get you naked, sweetness.” I walked her backward until she hit the wall, and I pinned her there, claiming her mouth as I pinched both nipples.
She licked between my lips, and the tether on my control snapped. I slid my hands down to close them around her asscheeks, lifting her legs to wrap around my waist. My hard cock punched out against the sturdy cotton of my cargo pants. I ground into the notch between her legs to ease the need.
“I-I’m not looking for respectful.” I loved her breathless reply.
Her arms twined around my neck, and she kissed like her life depended on it. I prided myself on staying cool, calm and collected in every situation, but she had my heart pounding, my control slipping. My wolf was in fucking heaven.
“Show me,” she whispered.
I thrust between her legs again. “Show you what, little girl?” I growled.
“I’m ready to be disrespected.”
I threw back my head and laughed with surprise. Cute. She was so fucking cute.
She tossed her head, her wet hair sending droplets flying through the room. “Let’s do this.”
I shouldn’t.
I definitely shouldn’t.
Especially not the way I fucked. When it came to sex, I was the furthest thing from vanilla there was. And she was as fresh-faced as a flower.
A not-so-innocent flower who was grinding over my cock like she needed it inside her.
I carried her to the bed and dropped her on her back, pulling off my t-shirt with a one-handed arc, and it landed on the floor behind me with a wet splat.
Her gaze traveled over my shoulders and chest, down my arms. “Mmm.”
“You like what you see, little girl?”
She wriggled that cute ass of hers on the bed. “Definitely.”
“You have no idea what you’re in for.” I grasped the waistband of her leggings and tugged. A miniscule pair of panties came down with them, and a wolf growl rocketed out of my throat. She was neatly trimmed and had the sweetest pussy I’d ever fucking seen.
Her belly shivered in on a breath. And then she fucking spread her legs.
“Oh, you’re a bad girl,” I said, taking in every pink inch of her. I dove between those parted legs, pushing her thighs wider and licking into her. She let out a cry of pleasure that nearly made me jizz in my pants like a teenager, especially when her hips jacked up, knees clamping around my ears.
Not only could I breathe in her sweet scent, but her taste burst on my tongue. While her skin was chilled from the rain, her pussy was hot. Wet. Dripping.
“Uh uh,” I scolded, pushing her knees wide. “Keep ‘em open for me, little girl, or you’ll be punished.”
Christ. I didn’t even know what made me say it. Yeah, I liked to dominate but only with women who I knew for certain liked it. I didn’t even know her name let alone what got her off.
I licked through her folds, and she cried out again, knees slamming closed. “I can’t help it!” she gasped. “It feels so good.”
Maybe I knew what revved her engine after all.
I reached up and gently slapped the side of her breast, then pinched her nipple as punishment.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, pushing her sweet pussy into my face, knees splaying wide.
She liked her punishment.
Noted and fucking celebrated. But of course, she did. She was my goddamn mate. Nature wouldn’t send me an incompatible female. No, I’d have one who was as wild as I was. She was fucking perfect.
I gave her more of my tongue, licking her from anus to clit. She screamed, pulling on my ears, her ass rolling up off the bed. I had to hope the walls of the motel weren’t too thin because those staying in the other rooms were going to hear her pleasure all night long. I didn’t care. My wolf didn’t care either. It meant I was taking good care of our woman, and the whole motel could know it.
The way she thrashed and dripped all over my chin, you’d think she’d never been eaten properly before. Well, I was going to take care of that. I wasn’t sure if I should be angry that the men she’d been with before were selfish pricks or woefully inadequate in the sack or thrilled that she’d find out the depth of her passion with only me.