Dib Lowell, hottest guy on the fucking planet, had his head between her thighs and his fingers in her pussy. The man she’d worshipped for years was going down on her in a bedroom they were sharing because…
Oh who fucking cared? Aleeza threw all rational thought out the window the second he touched her. She was all instinct now. Her body aflame with new and intense longings.
The man was tormenting her with his patient touches, and soft, slow kisses. His lips were pretty amazing, but she needed something more. Finally, his long tongue snaked out of his mouth and she trembled from head to toe.
Aleeza thought she’d die from the anticipation alone. The reality was so much better. She’d spent who knows how many hours wondering what kind of a lover her red-headed giant of a boss would be, and the answer, was fan-fucking-tastic!
“Dib, oh god, Dib,” she released his name on an exhale. His very being was like air to her. She couldn’t get enough of him.
Aleeza had had few boyfriends in her young life. Her sexual experience was limited to a fast and unsatisfying coupling in high school. That entire experience was blown from her mind the second Dib touched her.
Maybe he was antsy from travelling? Angry at what they’d discovered about the Black Sea Pack? Maybe he was just doing his duty to protect her?
Those thoughts were thoroughly depressing, but once again they all fled as suddenly as they appeared when he started touching her. In fact, every thought in her head fled and her body took over the second their lips met. Thank God.
He removed her clothing, well, tore them off her actually, and parted her legs with his strong hands, staring at her exposed flesh like she was some kind of goddess. Day-yum. Just dayyyy-yummm.
She’d never had that kind of adoration from a man, any man. Didn’t know if she could trust it. But for some reason, because it was him, she did. Then he opened his mouth and…
Words. More whispered, tantalizing words reached her ears. She’d always known he had a gift for language. Um. Hello. Lawyer. But when he talked dirty, holy hell, she could have come just from his words alone.
She moaned each response. His words exciting her body as no one else had ever done. And she wanted to reciprocate. She wanted her mouth on him, tasting him, sucking him down.
For now, she had to be content with wherever she could reach, mainly that meant fisting his hair and moaning his name. Patient and aware of her in every way, he saw to her needs.
Assessing her likes and dislikes. Questions asked in his husky voice and, oh, how readily she answered. She told him everything. Her secret desires, her dreams. Anything and everything. She’d tell him all of it as long as he didn’t stop.
Oh my God! Don’t stop! She realized with a frantic and exciting start that he was in fact talking dirty to her. To plain, plump Aleeza Marlowe. The same woman who’d worked for him for years.
But she was not about to question it now. Not when he was whispering this sexy, new kind of foreplay to her. His deep baritone asking naughty little questions, forcing her to admit her feelings.
Of course, she spilled. She had no choice. Aleeza was completely in lust with the man. Hypnotized by him. He was more potent than any drug. Hell, could drugs even affect her now with her Wolf waking? She didn’t have the answers to those questions just yet. Besides, she had more important things to worry about. Like how to make this last forever.
One minute they were arguing, the next they were making-out. She could hardly believe it when he admitted he wanted her. But she knew he was telling the truth. Felt the truth in her very soul.
Maybe it was the rumblings of her newly awakening beast that made her trust his word. The idea did not make her pause. Her Wolf was a new presence that was both strange and exciting, but she would be able to tell if it was a lie. She knew that much about her animal self.
Aleeza’s Wolf was becoming clearer every day, every hour, every minute even. Especially the more she was with Dib. It was like that deeper, more instinctual part of herself was trying so hard to rise to the surface to meet him.
With every touch and tug and pull of lips and skin, her beast itched to be set free. To feel her mate, taste him, mark him. Mate? For real? A brief pause, then a sure answer filled Aleeza. Yes. Mate. Mine.
There was still the matter of her first Change to get through, but her Wolf’s presence was there with her. Solid in her mind as surely as Dib was slowly and steadily invading her body. And what a delightful invasion it was!
He set a tormenting pace, and she quickly caught on, matching him move for move. Sex wasn’t something she thought she’d ever excel at. The student she’d given her virginity to, had hardly been worth the effort. But Dib. My oh my was he worth it.
He made her blood sing with wanting him. His talented hands invaded her sopping heat, building tension and leaving fires. She rocked against him, fucking his fingers and mouth as sure as he was fucking her.
It was sexy and raw, dirty and still the most tender bout of loving she’d ever had. Aleeza savored every second of it, of him. She wanted him to fill her, to join with her. Claim. Mate. Mine.
Her eyes opened, startled with the revelation that Dib was more than an office crush or some object of unrequited love. So much more. Her Wolf knew it. She howled with the knowledge. Accepting him as that other half of her soul so readily. Her fated mate. MINE.
He asked her if she wanted this, if she wanted him, and she could only say one word. Yes. Of course she did. She could have wept at the fierce sense of possession that filled her, or rather, howled with it. Dib was hers. Her mate. Chosen by the Fates. Her one and only.
His body hovered over hers, his huge looming presence filled her with need and want. And love. Yes, she loved him. Too soon? Hell no. She’d known him for years. Avoided him too when she’d thought he couldn’t stand her. And look at them now.
Only moments ago, she seemed to think she was forcing him to mark her for that stupid Alpha, but this, this felt real now. Awareness flooded her on a level she could hardly recognize.
They were closer to each other than any two people on earth in that moment. He filled her, stretched her, locking his hips to hers in one swift move that made her moan his name.
His musky male scent filled her sensitive nostrils, delectable and full of promise. She wanted to roll in it. To treasure every glorious inch of him. She clawed his back like the animal she was. Her Wolf baying inside of her. Closer, more, mine.
Aleeza’s hands roamed wherever they could reach, desperate to be closer to him. He turned a fraction of an inch and her breath whooshed out of her lungs. My god, if he kept that up, she’d shatter beneath him like glass.
She nipped his skin, but he didn’t seem to mind. He growled in return and bit her shoulder lightly, a preface of what was to come. He pressed her deeper into the soft mattress, letting her take more of his delicious weight.
Yes. More, she wanted more. His hard body was perfection itself. She’d always known that, but she could never have imagined how perfectly they fit despite the difference in height.
He framed her with his body. Arms like steel surrounded her. Heart thudding against his chest, he kissed her as if both their lives depended on it. Maybe they did. Hell, she just knew she wanted more. She craved more. Craved him, only him.
Yes. The bed creaked beneath them, threatening to break under their combined weight. She didn’t care. The Black Sea Pack house was older, the furniture practically antique. So what. She’d send them a check if they broke anything. It would be worth it.
Right then she didn’t care about the collateral damage. She was lost to time and space. Her being firmly rooted in the moment, in their own little nest of love. And it was loving. This joining, this communion of souls. Something so much deeper than just their bodies.
He swirled his talented hips, grinding his pelvis into her mons, sending spirals of pleasure shooting through her limbs until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Come, sweet, come now, let me feel it,” he demanded.
Mouth open, eyes wide, she arched her back, unable to deny him. Her orgasm soared through her with all the strength of a tidal wave. It grew larger with every swish and slide of their slick bodies against one another. And still it swelled, increasing until she was full with it.
Her scream tore through the room, his name on her lips. A pinch of pain as she felt his bite, his claim on her. Her Wolf howled, demanding she do the same.
Aleeza swallowed his coppery blood greedily. She felt a zap of electricity and swallowed her fear, allowing the matebond to envelop them both like a child wrapped in swaddling clothes. Not suffocating, but comforting, necessary, and simply perfect.
“Mine,” she growled the single word to her utter shock and delight.
Dib’s breathing was labored as his hips stilled their thrusting. The jerky spasms of his orgasm slowing until they were both gasping for air. He kissed the wound where his teeth marked her skin.
“Yours,” he agreed as she ministered to him in the same way.
She was sweaty and flushed. The heat of the moment was over and yet he was still joined to her in the most basic way. She marveled at the way his pale skin looked against her more bronzed tone. He was hard and beautiful like marble. And he was hers.
She gasped softly when he moved to slide from her heat. Immediately, she mourned the loss of him. Doubts and fears crept in, and she waited for him to react.
Dib rolled to his back, a gush of air escaping his lungs as he exhaled fully. The motion sent momentary panic welling up inside of her. Was he relieved it was over? Did he regret it already?
“Hey, easy, baby,” he murmured tugging her into his side and wrapping her securely in his arms. She exhaled and felt the tension ease from her shoulders.
“What’s wrong, sweet? You didn’t think I was leaving?”
His green eyes asked her the question more intently than his words. Suddenly she felt foolish. She shrugged under his scrutiny, missing the confidence her Wolf had given her moments ago.
“Hey, never. Never leaving you, baby, you’re mine. I meant it. This proves it,” his fingers ghosted over the fresh teeth marks and she moaned as the feather-light touch ignited tiny little flames of pleasure along her skin.
“You feel that? It’s because we’re meant to be, macushla, you and me,” he kissed her gently and she could have wept for the tenderness he was showing her.
“I do feel it, Dib, I just didn’t want to pressure you, because you know, what the Alpha here said, and Ivan. I didn’t want it to be because of that,” she bit her lip, eyes not quite meeting his.
She felt ten times a fool. This man was her boss. He was also one hot fucking Werewolf, a member of the Macconwood Pack Alpha’s own Wolf Guard.
She’d laid herself bare before him. And she didn’t mean just her body. It was so much more. Her desires, her fears, all her feelings, all of them, like a not so virgin sacrifice at his feet. Shit. She should get up and leave. She should run now. Before he rejected her.
“Look at me, Aleeza. I already told you this is not because of that. This has nothing to do with anyone else. Just us. I swear to you.”
Staring into his eyes was like losing herself into an emerald pool deep as any ocean. She nodded her head, choosing to follow her heart and believe that Dib meant what he said.
Distantly she felt her Wolf’s presence. Though not fully awake, she felt her beast grow stronger inside her mind’s eye. Knew she was there when they’d loved each other moments ago. Loved. Yes, she loved him. In every sense now.
He had yet to say the words, if ever, but it wouldn’t change her heart. He wanted her. Maybe that would be enough? Perhaps he was attracted to the merging she-Wolf inside of her? Maybe it was all just pheromones.
Her heart squeezed in her chest, but she wouldn’t allow her panic to rise. She loved Dib, but that did not mean he had to love her back. That was the thing about love. No guarantees.
Love. Was it a silly dream? It was something she’d always wanted above everything else. The love her father still carried in his heart for her mother years after her death.
Aleeza sighed. Yes, she wanted to be loved. To be cherished and adored by one male, her mate. Was she selfish to want it to be Dib? To want him to love her? Could she live with anything less?