Page 38 of Warrick (Rocky Mountain Pack #1)

“Fuck,” I moan to the ceiling. There is a sharp pain on my nipple as I jerk my eyes down to see what it was. Warrick has pushed one of his claws out to flick my nipple with it. “Oh, goddess.”

“Someone likes a little pain with her pleasure. Wonder what this will do then?”

My elbows push me up so I can see what he is doing. I watch in rapt attention as he reaches back down between us with the claw extended. My eyes bulge as his claw moves toward my clit. He can’t be serious.

He smirks at the look on my face right before he uses the tip of the claw to flick the swollen bud. The explosion of sensation from that simple motion feels as though he flicked a switch. My back bows off the bed as the tingles rush across my body.

“That’s three already.” He leans down, kissing up my neck. “I think you can do two more.”

He rolls us to put me on top. The new angle makes him feel even larger than before.

My hands fall to his chest to prop myself up.

I move to adjust my legs, forcing him to hit a new place deep inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so deep. It’s like you are hitting my stomach on the inside. How does this thing fit in your jeans?”

A laugh rumbles out of him. “You are in charge of your orgasm now. Use me however you need to. Hold on.”

I grip his shoulders as he scoots us back up the bed toward the headboard.

His head rests on the pillow as he looks between me and the headboard above him.

Giving the clear signal to live out my fantasy.

Leaning forward, I grip the wood, feeling the wood bite into my skin as I roll my hips forward, my mouth dropping open at the new feeling.

Loving how it feels, I keep rolling and testing different ways to find which is my favorite. One of the ways hits just perfectly.

“That’s it, Aspen. Right there. Fuck, this feels so good,” Warrick chants to me.

I lift my hips as I work up and down, testing out this new way. “Put your hands on my hips, and dig your nails in.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, quickly doing what I asked. The pierce of my skin under his nails is exactly what I need to push myself further into my next orgasm.

“Right there,” I moan as I continue to move myself along his length.

I move down to roll my hips, creating the perfect friction between us. With the pain, friction, and the angle he is hitting, it doesn’t take me long to crest over the hill again.

My body shakes as exhaustion racks my body from the overstimulation. I could fall asleep with how tired I suddenly feel.

“That’s my good girl. One last time and then we can shower.”

“I can’t. There’s no way,” I shake my head as I fall to his chest while trying to catch my breath.

“Giving up on me already?” he mumbles as he moves his mouth along my chin. My hair is sticking to my damp skin as he pushes it over my shoulder.

“I feel like I could pass out right here,” I murmur as I nuzzle against his neck.

He licks my neck up to my ear as he whispers, “One more,” as he rolls us back to him on top. “Let’s make this one quick.” His hand grips under my knee, pulling it over his shoulder, reaching a whole new place that feels deeper than before. Fuck.

“Don’t worry, it won’t take long for the both of us. Then we will soak in the tub together.” He rapidly thrusts while rubbing my clit.

He wasn’t wrong. Before I can even consider another orgasm, he has already ripped it out of me while following me over the hurdle.

The guttural roar that comes from his throat could’ve shattered the windows. “Fuck, Rose, you are going to kill me.”

“Me?” I squeal.

“Yes, you.” He leans down, nipping my neck. “I already want to go again and we just finished.”

With slow, deliberate motions, he pulls out of me as the gush of wetness follows him. His feet hit the floor before he bends down to scoop me into his arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to the bath, like I said,” he says as he turns toward the door leading to the bathroom.

When the light flicks on, you see an earthy bathroom with dark blue walls, stone tiles, and a deep tub large enough for two. The corner has glass walls framing the shower with a rainfall shower head dangling down from the ceiling. The double vanity has a dark wood base with a stone countertop.

My feet hit the cold tiles as he gently sets me down.

The water roars to life as he twists the handle all the way on.

Plugging the tub, he reaches over to pour soap in.

I watch him as he moves gracefully around the bathroom, collecting supplies as he goes.

My ankles are crossed as I stand here with my hands clasped together, not sure if there is something that I should be doing.

When he seems satisfied with his stash of supplies, he turns to me with his hand reaching out.

“Come on, let’s get you washed up.”

His hand is warm in mine as he pulls me towards the tub. His long leg lifts over the lip of the tub as he steps into it. I follow behind him, making sure to step in front of him. The water rises as he settles his massive frame into it.

He tugs gently on my hand, and I sink into the tub.

“You know, I’ve always envisioned caring for you like this.

Long baths together where you lean against my chest as we talk about our days.

I don’t know, something about it always appealed to me.

The calmness of it,” Warrick says as he grabs the loofa from the hook and dunks it into the water.

I wiggle against his chest as I scoot down to a comfortable position. “I can see that. There’s something intimate in these moments. The kind that can only be found in the quiet.”

My head tilts back as I watch him pour the sweet-smelling soap on the sponge. Lathering it into a soapy bubble, he holds my arm up as he runs it along my skin.

“If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?”

“Hmm.” I squint my eyes, considering the questions. “I haven’t ever really thought about it. After college, I really just missed home. All those years of wishing to get away from here, only to realize it’s not all I thought it would be.”

His fingers tickle across my skin as he sweeps my hair to the other shoulder. “That makes sense. I’ve never really been away from here, other than quick trips. If you had to pick, though, where would it be?”

The water ripples into waves as I pull my knees up. “I think I would like to see Ireland one day. I hear there is a huge wolf pack there with deep roots in the country's history. It would be cool to experience that.”

“Let’s go then,” he says, without a second of hesitation.

I twist around, causing the water to slosh against the side of the tub. His unfazed reaction is just as shocking as his statement. “What do you mean ‘let’s go’?”

He only shrugs his shoulders. “Exactly what I said. We’ll get our passports, book the flight, contact the pack you want to meet, and go.”

My mouth opens and closes as I process what he is saying. “We can’t just up and leave like that, Warrick.”

“Why not?”

“Well, for one, you are the Beta of a pack that is just beginning to get itself back on track,” I say as I point to one finger.

“There are plenty of people here to handle things while we go on a vacation,” he says while wringing the sponge between his hands. “What else?”

Pointing to my second finger, I remind him, “I have a bookstore to run.”

“There are plenty of young pack members who are looking for ways to help the pack. I’m sure we can ask one of them to come in for a week before we leave so you can go over things with them so they can run the store while we are gone. With everyone here, there is no way anything would happen to it.”

I scowl at him, getting ready to hit him with the third thing.

My third finger flicks up as his eyebrow quirks.

“We aren’t officially mated, which means we can’t travel to a different pack together.

Wouldn’t want to risk some alpha trying to swoop me up as an unclaimed female wolf.

” My mouth lifts in a smirk as I stare at him with my finger tip balancing on top of my third finger between us.

His eyes darken as he growls. “That can easily be rectified,” he says as he lurches forward, wrapping his arms around me. The water of the tub crashes over the side, splashing to the floor as I squeal in an attempt to get away from him.

“Shall I mark you on the right or left side?” he asks as he shifts his head from side to side, glancing at each side of my neck.

I swat him with my hands that are crushed between us. “Get off me, you big brute.”

“I’m thinking the right side, since you always part your hair to the left,” he continues, as if I’m not squirming in his arms.

“You better not,” I say as I poke him in the chest.

He doesn’t even bother to pretend he is listening at all, just stands up with me still in his arms. The water gushes back down into the tub as he brings us out. The sound of water droplets hitting the tiles below is barely audible over my squealing.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I try to twist my way out of his hold. The way he moves doesn’t even show it being an issue that he is carrying me as he tightens his arms around me.

“Rectifying the issue.” He continues to carry me into the living room while we are still dripping wet.

“Can’t we at least dry off first?” I plead, hoping to alter his path.

“No need,” is all that I get from him before he is plopping us down onto the couch, forcing my knees to straddle each side of his waist. The warmth from my core rests on his semi-hard cock laying between us.

Before he releases my arms, he says, “I want you to mark me first. Wherever you want. My entire body is up for your choice. I don’t give a fuck if you want it to be on the side of my neck for everyone to see or the inside of my thigh for only your eyes to see.

You choose.” His arms drop from around me to rest along the sides of my thighs as he gives me the chance to consider it.

“You really want to do this right now?” I ask with skepticism.

He only nods his head once.

“Okay, well, I have something else in mind. Something more natural to us, at least for one part of us.”

“Go on.”

“What if we let our wolves out for a run? Allow them a time to bond like we have the last two days. What do you think?”

“I’m listening.”

I shift as I rub my growing slick along his growing bulge between us. “I want to go for a run, allow them to have fun, and if they mark each other, great. If not, then when we get back home, you and I can do it. What do you think?”

“I think you are stalling, but I’ll allow it.” He leans up till our noses touch. His eyes bounce from side to side as he watches me. “Just know that I’ll be marking this pretty skin of yours at some point today.”

I jump up as I turn to run to the back door. “Only if you can catch me first.” Running through the house, I throw open the back door, allowing the shift to take over. Before I can even blink, I’m running on four paws across the damp soil into the forest.

With a look over my shoulder, I see Warrick standing proudly on his back porch watching me run away. “Oh, I’ll catch you, Rose!” he yells out to me as he turns into his steel gray wolf.