Page 7 of Heroes & Hitmen (Windy City Wolfpack #1)

Out here, there’s no jokes, no swagger– just heat and hunger and raw intent. He’s quiet and focused, hellbent on making me forget everything else but the feel of his lips on mine. Still cocky, but in a way that makes my stomach flip instead of my eyes roll.

Ares walks me backwards and pins me gently against the brick wall of the building, his body crowding in, hips pinning mine in place. His hands settle low on my waist, fingers flexing like he’s trying to hold himself back.

I don’t want him to hold back.

His scent, his touch, everything about him has my inner wolf chanting a chorus of more more more as I hike a leg up over his hip, signaling that I’m on board with taking this further.

“Here?” he murmurs against my lips, voice edged with restraint.

I nod, fisting the front of his shirt to pull him impossibly closer. “Less talking. More doing.”

He groans at that, lips dragging down the side of my neck, teeth scraping my skin just enough to make me gasp.

One hand finds the edge of my shirt, slipping underneath to drag over bare skin, his palm hot against the dip of my waist. The other moves to my thigh, hooking my leg tighter around him, the pressure between us maddening.

“Fuck,” he pants. “You’re killing me, you know that?”

“Good,” I whisper, my own voice barely steady.

His hand trails lower, dipping beneath the hem of my skirt and cupping between my legs through my underwear.

A shudder runs through me, hips tilting into the contact.

He pushes aside my panties and strokes his fingers through my folds, his touch sending a jolt through my body, almost too intimate for what this is supposed to be.

The pleasure is instant and blinding, and I bite down hard on my lip to keep from moaning like I’ve completely lost control– which, judging by the smug look on his face, I already have.

I stifle a gasp, squeezing his shoulder, the pressure building faster than I thought possible.

“You’re so wound up,” he murmurs, sinking a finger inside me and spreading my wetness up to my clit, teasing it with gentle pressure. “Is this all for me, baby? Cause I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been thinking about this since the second I saw you.”

“Then stop thinking and just do it,” I grit out as I grind down against his hand, chasing friction.

His laughter rumbles against my chest, and I realize he’s having fun with this. With me . And I don’t want to think about how much I like it. I don’t want to think at all.

Turns out I don’t have to, because in the next blink, his mouth is back on mine, hungry and relentless.

Ares grips my thighs and lifts me easily, pinning me to the wall with his body.

I groan against his lips, the roughness of the bricks biting through my clothes, but I don’t care.

I want this; want him . I want to forget the future, forget my own damn name, forget everything except how good this feels.

Ares strokes my clit with one hand, the other fumbling with his belt, shoving his jeans and boxers down his hips.

I feel the press of his bare cock against my inner thigh, hot and hard, soft as velvet.

My entire body is humming with excitement, the pulse between my legs drumming a steady, urgent beat as he replaces his fingers with the head of his dick.

He rubs it against my clit, drags it down to my opening…

Then he stops.

Ares suddenly breaks the kiss, pulling back to look into my eyes. “You sure you don’t wanna go somewhere else?”

I’m so breathless with anticipation I can barely speak. “Shut up and fuck me,” I say, my voice coming out ragged and hoarse. I need this to happen now , before I lose my damn nerve.

He flashes a wicked smile that leaves me dizzy. “Yes, ma’am,” he growls, sliding his hand up my thigh and gripping on tight. The broad tip of his cock presses against my entrance and he snaps his hips forward, filling me in a single, brutal thrust.

I cry out as he tears through my resistance, the sudden shock of pain making me clench around him involuntarily.

“Oh shit,” he gasps as his body stills, eyes going wide. “Are you… were you…?”

The stretch of him inside me is so overwhelming that I can barely breathe, but I’ve come too far to back out now. “Shh, just keep going,” I hiss, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, needing him to move.

His hesitation lasts only a second. His lips spread into a feral grin like I’ve given him a challenge, then he braces a hand on the wall above me, easing halfway out and pushing back in smoothly.

All the air whooshes from my lungs, my head spinning, signals misfiring.

It still hurts, but with every thrust, the pain eases.

As he finds a rhythm, it cedes into nothing but pleasure.

I clutch at his shoulders, stunned by the sensations coursing through me; by how fast the discomfort morphs to primal need.

His fingertips dig bruises into my thighs as he starts moving faster, rocking me against the bricks as he hammers into me.

It feels so much better than I ever imagined, the coil in my belly winding tighter with every drag of his thick cock through my channel.

He slides his hand between us again, rubbing my clit as he fucks me, and each stroke of his fingers sends another wave of pleasure crashing through my body.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he groans, grinding against me in a way that makes my toes curl in my shoes. “I knew this would be hot, but this , this is…”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before my body clenches around him, dragging me to the edge of something wild and shattering.

I’m lost to the intensity of it, my thoughts dissolving into raw sensation.

The waves of bliss take me under, and all I can feel is him inside me, him all over me as I come undone, crying out in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, Miley,” Ares groans, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep. Warmth floods my insides as he comes, arms holding me so tight I can barely breathe.

I’m not worried about him being bare– rapid healing means shifters don’t carry diseases, and females only ovulate with the full moon, so there’s no chance he’ll knock me up.

In the wake of the most reckless thing I’ve ever done, all I feel is triumphant that I did it my way; that I’ve taken something for myself on my own terms.

We stay entwined for a moment, both of us panting to catch our breath. Then Ares slowly eases out of me, gently lowering me back to my feet. My legs are shaky, but he holds me steady, pulling his pants up and buckling them while I fix my underwear and smooth my skirt down.

“That was…” he starts, still trying to catch his breath. I think he’s going to say something cocky, but instead he just trails off, a strange expression coming over his face.

“Make sure you shower before you go in tomorrow,” I quip, cutting him off before he says something to ruin this.

He blinks at me in confusion. “Why?” he asks, brows knitting together.

“Wouldn’t want the Alpha smelling his daughter on you,” I say, patting his chest with a wink.

Then I turn on my heel, leaving him standing in the alley with his mouth half-open and his eyes wide. The cool night air is like a balm on my skin, and I swear I’ve never felt more alive.