Page 6 of I Hate Myself For Loving You (Wolf Mates #7)

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Avery lifted her hips, allowing his It had thick cock to drag between her folds. Her heart raced with anticipation. It felt like it had been so long since they’d been together, and she found all of her reasoning crashing around her.

The swollen tip of his cock pressed against her. Lassiter was thickly girthed, not outrageously so but enough to make Avery apprehensively expectant. It had been a while since she’d mated with anyone other than him and Lassiter sensed it.

“I’ll take it slow, Avery,” he murmured, hot against her ear. “I want you enough to drive into you without reason, but I’d never hurt you. Relax against me, baby. Relax,” he coaxed.

Avery took his gentle, husky cue and gathered a breath, focusing on the heaven that was his body, flush with hers. She let each plane of his body sink into hers, every ridge and silken muscle join with hers, and then Lassiter took his first stroke.

The thrust, a wet, sensual glide of flaming heat, took the breath from her and she clung to Lassiter’s shoulders, adjusting to the bulk of him.

His muscles were bunched with tension, but he held back until she shifted her hips and moaned, no longer able to contain the need.

Holding her up to shield her from the cold ground, he took another deep plunge.

Avery moaned when her clit scraped against the crisp pubic hair at his belly.

His thrusts brought their hips in sync, sealing them together.

Sweat glued their hips, fusing them. Lassiter buried his face in her neck, his lips attaching to the smooth skin while he rolled against her, rocking them in a slow dance.

The weight of him, the sheer delicious pleasure of his skin against hers, was heady.

Her nose flared with the scent of his sweat mingled with hers.

Her cunt swallowed the length of him, inch by inch as he slid into her, convulsing around him until she thought she might cry out from the delirious pleasure.

Curling under him, she tightened her legs around his waist, mumbling incoherently when the fierce onslaught of orgasm touched the first nerve and set her on a path there was no turning back from.

Avery drove against him, pumping her hips upward, undulating with wild abandon, reaching to find the release that would end this burning climb to relief.

She felt the muscles in his back cord and bunch with tension, flexing against her own. Lassiter’s neck arched back, the strong column of it tense.

As a myriad of sensations flooded her, Lassiter clenched his teeth, threw his head back and howled, long, eerily, sharp and resonant. It sang in her ears, leaving behind the vibration so familiar when she ran with her pack mates.

Yet, her focus was lost when she came too, digging her fingers into his back and gritting her teeth when the undeniable pleasure he created exploded. Her juices ran, mingling with the hot spasms of cum his cock ejected, jerking within her.

She couldn’t hold onto him anymore, her arms ached and were weak from her release. Letting her arms fall away, she hung from his grip, trying to process what had just happened.

Lassiter panted for breath against her chest, keeping a tight hold on her.

When reality set in, Avery realized her ass was numb from the hard ground beneath her and the cold was seeping into her bones.

She also realized they’d just boffed in the middle of a clearing, in the dead of night, buck, fricken’ naked for all to see.

Howling like two dogs in heat.

Jesus Christ in a mini skirt.

Wait, her brow furrowed. Howling … Lassiter had howled. That high pitched keening only werewolves were capable of.

She lifted her head, grabbing the top of his by the hair and yanking it upward, looking directly into his eyes. “Wanna explain?”

His eyebrow crooked upward. “Explain what?”

She narrowed her eyes. “How can I put this delicately? When you were gettin’your rocks off, you howled. Stop right there,” she said to his open mouth. “I know you want to protest, but save it. I know a howl when I hear one.”

“It was good. I said so in the way of a moan . If you want to call it a howl, okay. I howled.”

Avery let go of his head with a quick hand and pushed at his chest, scrambling out from under him and pulling down her shirt. She dragged her jeans on and shook her head. “I work with animals all the time, Lassiter. You howled, like a—like a?—”

Sitting up he asked, “Like a what , Avery?”

Well, fuck. Now here was a dilemma if there ever was one. She was outright accusing him of being exactly what she was. A werewolf. But if she did that, if she spoke the words and he wasn’t a shifter, how the hell would she relate his howling to something that wasn’t supposed to even exist?

Or something like that.

For fuck’s sake. If he was a shifter, how did she miss that all those years ago? How did she miss his scent?

And how did she find out what he was without exposing the Adams, too? How would she know the first thing about shifting if she wasn’t a shifter herself? How insane would she seem if she came out, guns blazing, accusing him of being a werewolf?

Humans didn’t like that sort of thing. They mostly didn’t believe in that sort of thing.

But she damned well knew a howl during mating when she heard one and if she didn’t learn to stuff it, she’d out herself and the Adams pack.

Oh, the web of deceit she’d been ready to weave. Her big mouth, impulsive and always at the ready, would be the death of her.

“Forget it,” she dismissed her accusation, hoping he’d let it go. “I have to go. It’s cold and I need to get up early to finish this damned bunny hut.” She turned to leave, but Lassiter grabbed her arm and spun her around.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Avery.”

“It doesn’t? You keep saying that, Lassiter, but I disagree. What else could it be like? Just because we rutted like pigs doesn’t change the fact that we’re still on opposite sides of the fence.”

“But the fence dynamics change when we get in the same corral.”

“This isn’t going to happen again. No more sex, Lassiter. Not until we talk like adults.”

He pulled her up against him and smiled cockily. “You sure about that?”

“As sure as I am that your motives for being here aren’t what you’d like everyone to believe, and I intend to find out what they are. There was a time when I would have already known all of this because you would have told me, damn it!” she yelled, regret in her voice.

Kissing the top of her head, he let her go by dropping his hands to his sides.

“Knock yourself out then.”

“I don’t need your permission.”

“No, you’re right. You’ll rush headlong into something before thinking it through. Much like that mouth of yours, you’re impulsive. You always were.” His sardonic response was laced with a chuckle.

Yeah, yeah. “Look, meat murderer. This—” she pointed to the space between them, “—isn’t going to happen again. Got that?”

He winked at her, his face splitting into a grin that enhanced his dimples and made her knees weak. “Yeah, I gotcha.”

Placing her hands on her hips, she sneered. “Good. Now go away. Better yet, I’ll go away,” she yelled at him, whirling around to stomp off toward the Adams house.

“Niiight, Avery,” he called from behind her.

Arghhhh! He was so smug, so arrogant.

Crashing her way back to the Adams house, she pushed the door open and tiptoed into her bedroom, resolving to never get close enough to Lassiter again that they’d find themselves wound around each other like a tangled ball of yarn.

Nosexnosexnosexnosex.

Her hormones protested. But why? It was good. It was so good one might call it spectacular. How silly is it to deny yourself the small pleasures in life ?

Lassiter was anything but small.

Avery blushed. No more Lassiter and no more sex and no more thinking about his damned enticingly gift-wrapped package.

No matter how lip lickingly hot he was.

And he had howled.

Yes, he had. She wasn’t deaf. She’d heard him howl in pleasure.

Avery intended to find out exactly what that meant and if hiding her true nature, the nature of the Adamses, had all been for naught.