CHAPTER FIFTEENTravis
Her smell had grown maddening. Now, inside her house, he felt like he could hardly breathe, and he knew he should go. He knew how this would end. He’d only experienced being in true rut once before, with a girl he knew a long time ago. He’d believed her to be his life mate, and when she had died, he’d thought that was his happiness gone.
Now, here he was again. It felt the same, and he was losing control. Soon, he would be consumed and not be able to control himself. He should leave. It was too soon. He didn’t want to mess this up, but the rut was bigger than both of them. It was nature’s calling to wolves that their coupling was some sort of destiny—at least that is what the elders in the pack would tell you.
One thing was undeniable; it was something you didn’t experience with just anyone. It was something he hadn’t experienced since those months when he was in his twenties. It felt strange to feel it again after so long.
“Would you like something to drink?” she said.
He could tell she was struggling to breathe, practically panting, trying to control it and being less successful with every second that passed. She was younger than him. This was undoubtedly her first rut.
“I should go,” he told her, not looking forward to the nights ahead that he would spend wanting her and fighting the overwhelming urge to come back.
She looked at him, her face a puzzled mask. He started to walk toward the door, the longing growing as her scent became stronger even as she stood halfway to the kitchen. Instead, he walked back toward her. The moment he reached her, she gasped.
There were no more words. It was too late. His mouth covered hers in a heated kiss, devouring her with his lips and tongue. She didn’t object, she didn’t hold back, kissing him feverishly. There was no doubt that she felt it too. She was his, and she’d do whatever he wanted. The fantasy he’d had of her after that first night was nothing compared to the heat raging through his belly now.
They collided like two celestial bodies, sending sparks out into the night around them. His lips found her neck, trailing down until he reached the curve where neck became shoulder. Hers was long and lean; he bared his teeth and bit into it, causing her to quake in his arms and moan loudly. He continued his way down her shoulder and then back across her clavicle, alternately biting and suckling at her hot skin.
She didn’t pull back, didn’t try to stop him. She wanted this too. Her eyes were full of the same fire he could feel in his loins. Nothing mattered but the two of them. He tried to hold back, to be gentle, but he didn’t feel. He felt like the beast inside him was screaming to get out, howling to mate with this divine creature in his arms. He fumbled at her dress, unsure of how to remove it.
“Tear it off,” she whispered.
He didn’t question. It was her dress. She could sacrifice it if she wanted. The sound of the material ripping filled the air around him as he grabbed either shoulder and pulled outward, shredding it down the center and letting it fall away to reveal only a thin lace bra and matching thong. Her body was complete perfection, even better than he’d imagined in his fantasy of her.
He unsnapped the clasp in the front of the bra, letting her beautiful round breasts spring free of their confines, inviting him to taste them, tease them, make them his own. He brought his lips to one of her nipples and tugged at it with his tongue, watching her face as she closed her eyes and let a low moan escape the back of her throat. He released her nipple and admired the hard pink bud it had become against the cool air in her house for a moment before he began a new tour of it, suckling and biting it before moving on to the other.
“God,” she muttered as he suckled, his hand roaming downward to slip into her panties, where he found just how wet she was getting. Her body jerked as he found her clit and massaged it, lifting her from the floor with the power of his explorations.
His cock was throbbing against his jeans, aching to be set free to conquer the object of its desire. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Scooping her up in his arms, he fumbled his way down the hallway in search of her bedroom, spotting an open doorway at the end and taking her inside to drop her on the bed.
He took his time, planting small kisses on her skin as he removed her bra, already far askew from where it should be. Now, he could take his time exploring the perfect round globes it had been hiding from him before. He loved how she writhed beneath him as he explored, sensitive to his every touch.