Page 11 of Kidnapped by the Wolf (Gold Creek Wolves)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ADRIAN

My whole body goes into shock as Cassie’s mouth crashes over mine.

For more than a heartbeat, I just sit there, stunned, as her incense-and-rain scent wraps around me. Cassie’s lips are soft and sweet, but her kiss is full of desire.

It takes me a while to come back to reality, and when I do, my wolf roars with delight. A scorching heat floods my veins, and every cell in my body zeroes in on the beautiful female kissing me.

Instinctively, I reach for her and tug her into my lap. There’s a loud thwack! as the ukulele tumbles onto the table, and Cassie’s thighs come around me.

The sweet smell of feminine arousal mixes with her rich, smoky fragrance. Her scent pulls a groan from my lips as I drag my fingertips up her ribs. Cassie arches into my touch, and I am instantly hard.

Mine .

The word ricochets through my head like shrapnel, and this time, I don’t stuff it away. My wolf won’t allow me to deny what I feel any longer.

But then Cassie pulls back, and our lips separate with a loud smack. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright. She looks just as stunned as I am.

“I didn’t mean —” She shakes her head. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” I growl, thrusting my hands into her sweet-smelling hair and pulling her mouth back against mine.

I’m done being sorry for how much I want this woman.

This time when we come together, my girl doesn’t hold back. Her breasts heave as she grinds against me, and my tenuous self-control snaps.

My lips blaze a trail down her jawline, her neck, and over the swells of her tits.

Cassie emits a breathy little “uh,” and that sound sends my wolf pushing to the fore.

A bitter taste coats my tongue, and my body roars with the need to fill her with my venom. To mark her. Claim her as mine.

I don’t have any memory of getting up, but a moment later, Cassie’s legs are locked around my waist, and I’m carrying her into the house. She bounces as I deposit her on my bed, and I rip off the sweatpants she’s wearing.

I climb on top of her to taste that sweet mouth again, but then I feel her clawing at my shirt, and I practically shred it in my haste to remove it.

A second later, I whip her borrowed shirt over her head and stare down at my beautiful mate.

My mate .

I am so incredibly fucked, but I can’t bring myself to care.

Cassie’s skin is a rich golden brown from months spent in the Colorado sun. It seems to glow in the flickering firelight, and her rosy nipples pebble as I take her in.

To Cassie’s credit, she doesn’t shrink beneath my gaze. She levels me with an alpha stare of her own, as if daring me to make the first move.

My eyes devour every inch of her, finally settling at the apex of her thighs. Her pussy is covered in curly dark hair, and my animal roars at the sight of her wildness.

Cassie’s sex is glistening with desire, and my cock aches to be buried inside her. But I’m not going to rush this moment.

For years, I’ve watched my wolves find their mates — the females who made them whole. I told myself that if I ever found mine, I’d never let her go, but all I’ve done is push Cassie away.

I told myself I couldn’t have her — that to give in to my wolf’s desires would be to betray my pack.

But how can loving the one who’s meant for you be wrong? Cassie isn’t just my mate. She’s the other half of my soul.

I could no more deny her in this moment than I could stop breathing.

And so I kiss her slowly, memorizing every curve of her lips. I delight in the dance her tongue does with mine and the hard, desperate way she grips the back of my neck.

I allow my kisses to trail lower, traversing the soft peaks of her breasts and drawing one tender nipple into my mouth. Cassie hisses and bucks her hips, and I lave it roughly with my tongue.

A soft moan escapes her lips, and I reward her with a gentle nip. That heady musk of desire intensifies, and my animal preens.

Moving to the other nipple, I take my time licking and sucking, cupping her breast to see what other delightful sounds I can pull from those lips.

Lower and lower I go, covering her in open-mouthed kisses and following with my hands. Cassie’s body responds to my every touch, and it’s all I can do not to flip her onto her belly and take her right here, right now.

My alphaness comes with a higher-than-average sex drive, but I’m nothing if not a master of self-restraint.

I continue my slow path down along the inside of her thigh, kneeling on the floor in front of her and spreading her legs wide.

The sight of Cassie’s glistening slit steals the air from my lungs. She is magnificent in every way, and she’s laid out on my bed like a present.

I press a chaste kiss just between her folds and watch as a spasm rocks her whole body.

I groan and lick my lips. My girl tastes so damn good. I might just die here between her legs, attempting to subsist on Cassie alone.

Stroking down her center, I pause at her entrance before slipping a finger inside her. She is so fucking tight, and the urge to claim her roars stronger.

A quick gasp from Cassie, and my cock strains against my zipper. I’d like to spend all night playing with her, experimenting to see what other sounds I can pull from my girl, but my wolf will not be denied any longer.

I distract myself by licking under the hood of her swollen clit, and Cassie screams into the pillow.

I grin as her juices coat my stubble. I knew my girl was all fire and fury, and I intend to unleash every ounce of that passion.

Taking her sensitive nub into my mouth, I suck until Cassie bites down on her lip, stifling her wail of pleasure.

I stop my ministrations at once, gently turning her face toward mine.

“Don’t hold back, baby. I want every shifter in a hundred-mile radius to hear it when you come.”

Cassie’s eyes narrow in defiance, and I deliver a swift little smack to her clit.

She throws her head back in a guttural cry, and more of that sweet cream beads up at her entrance.

Carefully, I slip another finger inside her, and a crease appears between her brows as I stretch her walls. I feel for that magical spot deep within her core as I circle her clit with my thumb.

Cassie’s mouth goes slack, though she continues to glare at me in helpless ecstasy as I drive her closer to the edge.

I start thrusting my fingers in and out, and she lets out a low, throaty moan.

Soon her cream coats my hand, and I just have to taste her again. I dip my head to lap up her sweetness, stroking her with my tongue.

“Oh . . . oh . . .”

I feel her walls clench around me and know she’s about to come apart. But then she turns to bury her face in the pillow, and my animal growls in protest.

The alpha in me won’t stand for my mate to make herself small and meek. I want to hear the scream I pull from those lips as she comes all over my face.

Gently withdrawing my fingers, I lick her juices from them one by one as I watch her confusion morph into annoyance. Those gorgeous breasts jiggle as she props herself up, flushed and a little angry.

“Don’t stop,” she huffs.

“I want to hear you,” I growl, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. “I want to hear every sexy little noise you make when I lick your pussy.”

She rolls her eyes. “Are you that full of yourself?”

“Yes,” I say, not bothering to hide the wicked grin spreading across my face.

“Fucking alphas,” she huffs. “I’m not going to scream your name or anything.”

A shiver of delight rolls through me at her words. Maybe it makes me a bit of a masochist, but I fucking love that my girl is feisty. “Is that a challenge?”

She lifts her shoulders in a blasé shrug, but her pussy is still wet and needy.

She wants this as much as I do.

Snaking my arms under her legs, I grip her thighs and pull her toward me. I bury my face in her delicious cunt, lapping and sucking at her clit and dragging my stubble along her sensitive flesh.

Cassie moans and arches back, and I slip two fingers inside her. Kneading her breast with my free hand, I set a rhythm that has her grinding down on my face, covering me with her juices.

Soon, Cassie is panting and squirming, her walls squeezing around me and driving my wolf into a frenzy.

Once I have her at the edge of her orgasm, I slow my pace, and my mate lets out a growl of frustration. I grin against her dripping-wet folds, and my strokes become languid.

I’m giving her just enough to stay agonizingly close, but not enough to topple over the edge.

The moment I feel her muscles relax, I start again, curling my fingers toward her navel and hitting that spot that will make her pleasure unbearable.

Cassie lets out a whimper and digs her nails into my shoulders. My wolf chuffs in satisfaction. He wants her to give us her mark as much as he wants to mark her.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, rewarding her with one long, slow lick. “Just let go.”

Cassie trembles, and I stroke her G-spot again as I circle her clit with my thumb.

Her next whimper is even louder, and I begin to work my thumb faster as I pump in and out of her.

Another growl, and then, “ Don’t stop .”

I answer by sliding my free hand along her belly in a tender caress.

I don’t intend to stop ever — not as long as Cassie wants me. I’d be content to spend the next twenty, thirty, fifty years right here between her legs.

To prove my point, I cover that tender bundle of nerves with my mouth and give her the lightest nip.

Cassie lets out a shaky moan, and I know she can’t take much more. Hell, I can’t take much more of this. The ache in my balls is borderline unbearable.

“ Please ,” she whispers.

Inside, my wolf preens. I reward Cassie by thrusting into her harder, moving my tongue faster as she chases the friction.

Her sounds become louder, less restrained, and I feel my alpha ego slip beneath the waves of raw sensation and need.

Gripping her ass with both hands, I feast on Cassie as though she’s my last meal, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” she whispers, arching off the mattress and gripping the sheets for dear life. “Adrian, please .”

My animal roars in sheer fucking delight at the sound of my name on her lips.

Slowly, I withdraw my fingers and rest my elbows on either side of her hips. “Please what ?”

My voice is hoarse. At this moment, I’m more wolf than man.

Cassie turns her head to meet my gaze, and I nearly come undone at the raw need in her eyes. “I need you inside of me.”

Need — not want. The distinction is enough to drown out every other thought — all the reasons I shouldn’t have her.

In this moment, none of it matters. All that matters is her.

Pushing off the bed, I reach for my belt, hands shaking as I undo my pants. Cassie watches my movements with predatory stillness, and when I pull down my briefs to free my cock, her eyes go wide and round.

My dick is painfully hard, and cum beads up along the head. I nearly trip trying to strip my jeans off, and Cassie reaches for my cock.

I hiss as her small hand closes around my shaft. I’m wound so tight that even that’s too much.

Luckily, Cassie seems too anxious to repay my torture. She sucks in a breath as I climb onto the bed, lining myself up at her entrance.

Fuck. She is so wet and ready for me, but I don’t want to rush this. I’ll never be able to have her for the first time again, and I intend to remember every second of it.

The air leaves my lungs as I take in every detail: her flushed pink nipples, the way her lips part, the cute way her brow furrows as I nestle between her blushing folds.

Another shaky breath, and Cassie grips me hard — guiding me toward her center.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I enter her, just an inch at first. She is so damned tight I’m afraid I’ll hurt her, but Cassie pushes herself onto me, driving me deeper.

Inch by inch, I slide into my mate, my arms shaking with the force of my restraint. All I want is to be buried inside her — consumed by this gorgeous female.

With one last thrust, I seat myself to the hilt, and Cassie moans as she takes all of me.

I fit perfectly, which shouldn’t be a surprise. I was fucking made for this woman — made to give her everything she needs.

For a moment, I stay just like that, my cock throbbing against her walls. One tiny movement, and I could fill her with my seed, but I want to savor this.

Slowly, I pull out a few inches before ramming back inside her. Cassie cries out, and my wolf howls in reply.

I slide in and out of her silky channel, dragging my fingertips over her breasts and feeling her tremble in response. Every inch of her body seems attuned to my touch, craving me as much as I crave her.

On my next thrust, I hit the very end of her, and Cassie screams so loudly my ears ring.

“That’s it, baby,” I growl, biting down on my lower lip so hard I draw blood.

Cassie’s eyes snap open, and she pulls me down for a kiss. I nearly come as she licks the blood away and sucks my lip into her mouth.

Our kiss becomes a battle of teeth and tongues as we fight to climb into each other’s skin.

“Fuck,” I murmur as my cock twitches inside of her.

I can’t hold out much longer, but I need to feel her come around me.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I snap my hips into hers. Harder. Faster. Deeper.

Cassie meets me inch for inch, digging her nails into my back.

My sweat mixes with her cum, and I start to forget where she ends and I begin. Her sounds become shallow, desperate, breathy, and I know that she, too, is hanging by a thread.

“Come for me, baby,” I murmur as I drive into her.

She lets out another shaky moan, and Cassie comes apart in my hands. Her whole body shudders as the orgasm rips through her, and I cry out as her walls cave in around me.

Tingles explode at the base of my spine as I fill her with my cum. I know from her scent that it’s not her time, but for one agonizing instant, I hope that my seed will find a home in her womb, binding this woman to me forever.

The desire takes me by surprise. I realize that I want it all with Cassie, but this moment is all we have.

I slow my pace to milk her orgasm, trying to memorize the way her walls pulse around me.

When I finally look up, Cassie’s face is flushed a gorgeous shade of pink. Her expression is one of relaxed contentment, and I’m overwhelmed by a surge of love that steals my breath away.

A soft mew slips from her lips, and she turns her head to the side. Venom pools in my mouth at the sight of that tender flesh primed for my bite, and I know my eyes have lightened to a liquid gold.

I could mark her right here and claim her forever as mine. I could take her as my mate and put a pup in her belly. Then no McGregor would ever come near her.

For half a second, I consider giving in to my animal urge. But then I remember my duty to my pack — the urge to protect that I cannot ignore.

Cassie is the key to my pack’s very future. And she would never accept me.

Cassie’s lived her life being bullied by shifters. She’d never want one for a mate — especially not an alpha. And I’d never force the bond on her.

Slowly, so slowly, I pull out of Cassie and plant a soft kiss on her temple. She makes a contented noise low in her throat, and her eyelids flutter closed.

Staring down at my perfect mate, I can almost forget all the reasons I can’t have her. But the only one that matters rings loud in my head: Cassie would never want me.

An ache settles in my chest as I roll onto my side and tug her against me. Her naked body molds perfectly to mine — another cruel trick of the mating bond.

Tucking her under my arm, I pull the covers over us both and plant another kiss on her forehead.

Tomorrow, I’ll wake up and be alpha again, but tonight, I am only hers.