Another Chance Page 5

  Sheesh. Was she actually standing here, chatting with this male she craved about business and energy when she wanted to jump him and roll around on the ground? Or let him chase her until she collapsed, belly down on the forest floor, ass in the air, waiting to feel him mount her, his broad chest grazing her back, his weight pressing her into the carpet of pine needles and leaves, his hard cock thrusting inside, filling her at last? Her wolf was practically crying, going out of its mind with hunger and need. So was the woman.

  “You want to show me your premises?” he asked.

  Premises? Good Goddess. Could he be more of a geek? She wanted to show him every molecule of her bare flesh. Inside and out.

  When he took her arm, the touch of his palm singed her elbow, igniting conflagrations everywhere so hot she almost burst out of her skin. Her whole body practically vibrated.

  “House first.” Her hoarseness shocked her, rough and carnal as a groan. She couldn’t keep the longing out of her voice. It rang with lust, like the startling clarity of a fire alarm. Bedroom, preferably.

  “Your mate home?” His blue eyes smoldered as they stared into hers, probing her depths, her soul, as if his cock already throbbed inside her.

  “My mate?” She stared back at him. “Hell, Chance.” The claws of her wolf pricked her skin. Mate. Mate. Mate. The inner growl nearly deafened her. She sighed. “Yes,” she told Chance. “Yes, I think he is home now. I’m sure he is.”

  “Does he know our history? I won’t have to tear his throat out? He’s gonna be okay with me inside his house? With this? With us?”

  She groaned and shook her head. “Hell, Chance. You’re really a fuckin’ idiot.”

  “I wish people would stop saying that to me,” he grumbled.

  “Then shut up already about my damned mate.” She leaped suddenly, slamming into him, straddling his hips, crossing her legs at his lower back. He closed his arms around her in apparent shock, as she glued her mouth to his, their beer-flavored kiss explosive. His scent immediately hit her in her most vulnerable regions, the smoky white sage smoldering like their entire relationship. She inhaled him, sighing, and then scraped her lips across his, brutal and fierce, giving full rein to the savage beast within.

  His smooth, hard mouth opened beneath hers. She loved the feel of it, firm and kissable, softening to accommodate hers, the tentative swipe of her tongue across his full lower lip. She framed his square jaw in her hands, staring into his eyes to make sure they were, finally, on the same page in this. The scratch of his razor stubble rasped across her palms. Their breath mingled hot and quick and everything inside her melted when he awoke and seized control, trying to suck her tongue down his throat. She relished the taste of him like a starving glutton, basked in his scent, his essence, rolled around in it as if she were coating herself in a thick, honeyed glaze. Sweet and nourishing, her elixir of life.

  His large hand clamped over one of her breasts, bunching the annoying material of her shirt as he tried to cup her, fondle her, tease her.

  “Damn it,” he growled, impatient now. With his other hand at her collar, he shredded her blouse, baring her torso to him. A claw poked from his fist and he made equally fast work of her flimsy bra, leaving her all but naked from the waist up.

  “Christ, Jules,” he muttered. He covered each of her breasts with a hand, squeezing and kneading, his fingers stroking over her skin, toying with her erect nipples, driving her insane. Her need for him to draw each nipple into his mouth, competed with her desire to keep his mouth glued to hers. She flicked open the button at the waistband of his jeans, sliding his zipper down. His erect cock sprang free, already hot and thick and throbbing. It had been so long since they’d been together. So damn long. She took his hard length in her hand and ran her fingers up and down, from his tight balls to the sensitive head.

  His harsh groan, a strangled sound of mingled bliss and urgent need rewarded her. A rough and throaty animal sound, his wolf’s enjoyment of her caress, spoke to her own wolf, urging her beast to meet him on every level.

  They stood outside Gee’s bar, the dark public street lighted in garish streaks of color by the neon beer signs in the windows. The full moon flooded them in silver, illuminating their patch of paradise enough so anyone could see them ravaging each other. Neither cared.

  The need for air became as urgent as the need to tangle. Julie gasped and lifted her head, brushing his hair off his forehead as she stared into his eyes again.

  “Holy crap,” he said, his voice choked. “That was unexpected.”

  “Really?”

  “No. I’ve been desperate for it since I got here. Before. Long before.” He bent his head to hers, jerking her closer, nearly crushing her hand between them. “Not nearly enough, either.”

  Standing on tiptoe, she raised her passion-swollen lips to his again, working her fingers free to slide them more rapidly up and down his erection.

  “Jules.” Chance and his wolf both groaned again, the carnal sounds mingling so erotically she nearly came. “Jules.” He wrapped his larger hand over hers, stilling her frenzied movements over his cock. “Stop. I need more than a hand job tonight, baby.”

  “I don’t want to stop.”

  “You’ve learned some things since we’ve been apart, I guess. Maybe I should thank your man after all.”

  “Sometimes I really hate you, Chance Northridge.” Julie shut her eyes, resting her cheek in the curve of his shoulder. “What I’ve learned is heartbreaking need and desire. Only one damn man ever taught such intense emotion to me. You really don’t know who my fuckin’ mate is, Chance? You really don’t?”

  “All I know is…I know who my fuckin’ mate is, Jules. I fuckin’ need to be buried inside you. I can’t wait any longer.”

  Chapter Four

  Later, neither would remember the mad rush to her house, which was, thankfully, on the main street running through the town of Los Lobos, only a few blocks from The Den.

  As if in one mind, they shifted together outside Gee’s, the air around them shimmering with white-hot electric force. The powerful energy enveloped them both. Their bones cracked and snapped, elongating to accommodate their larger wolf frames. She led the way as they raced to her house. Chance’s long, loping stride ate up the pavement. When they reached her front gate, they both shifted again. Chance immediately scooped her up, naked, tossing her over one brawny shoulder, nudging the front door open with his foot.

  His skin against hers set her on fire, the curve of his shoulder sizzling across her belly.

  “Please, Chance,” she whimpered.

  He looked around briefly and then flung her onto the large couch against the living room wall, following her down, covering her with his body. She squirmed beneath him, loving his weight pressing her back into the sofa cushions, wanting to be even closer.

  The sexy smell of their mingled excitement overwhelmed her now.

  “I don’t think it’s possible to be more aroused than this,” she murmured.

  He raised his head, his blue eyes burning and as intense as if she’d issued him a challenge. “Let’s see.” Sliding down her body, he grasped her knees in his hands, spreading her legs farther apart. Then he got off her and kneeled on the floor, surveying her nude, spread-eagled body.

  “You are a fuckin’ gorgeous woman, Jules. I could drink in the sight of you all day.”

  “First, it’s night. Second…that’s all you want to do? Look?”

  “Hell, no. First, I want to nibble on those pretty round tits. Then I want to eat your delicious—”

  She smacked her fingers over his mouth. He lapped her palm with his tongue, the sensation rippling straight to her core. Limp, she lowered her arm.

  Once again, he raised both his hands to cup her breasts. He leaned forward, drawing one hard nipple into his mouth. The electric zing shot right from her chest to her sex, melting her, setting her all atingle. He took his time, never neglecting the full undersides of her breast
s, but drawing his tongue over each nipple in turn, as if licking an ice cream cone. He made sexy smacking sounds, nearly sending her over the edge as he pulled on each nipple with his teeth.

  Julie threaded her fingers through his hair then stroked across his neck, his shoulders, the sides of his torso, trying to reach for his long flanks. She moved her head from side to side on the pillow as he kissed and sucked her nearly into oblivion before finally raising his head to gauge her reaction.

  “You’ve got the softest skin,” he murmured. “You smell like vanilla and cinnamon. Sex. Sublime sex. I want to—”

  “Chance….”

  He shook his head, as if guessing what she’d been about to say. “Right now this is just about you, baby,” he said. “Your desire. Your pleasure. Let me. I’ve dreamed of tasting you, licking you, sucking you for more than ten years. If you don’t believe me….”

  He moved away from her chest, to take her mouth. His kisses were deep and dark and delicious. She let him take the lead, loving her the way he wished to. There’d be time, later, for her to reciprocate the way she wanted to. Right now the sensations he evoked all but stunned her, made her blind with lust and desire. Her head swam.

  “I’m not ready to forgive you, but, at this moment, I’d listen to anything, believe anything.”

  “Then consider this my grovel.”

  “So much better than words,” she murmured. “More, Chance. Go lower. I’m dying.”

  His gaze met hers, both hot and amused. “Nothing would please this big bad wolf more than to eat you up, baby.” He kissed his way southward, inching down her frame with such skill he sent her soaring. He inserted his tongue into her navel then moved on, with a stroke of his lips over her hipbone, to draw the fleshy crease at the crest of her inner thigh into his mouth. He spread her open then lowered his head to inhale the scent between her legs.

  “Pure unadulterated heaven.” His lusty growl sent tremors rocking her body, even before he lapped at her with his lips and mouth, sucking up her juices. “Jesus, you’re one fuckin’ sweet cupcake.” His words vibrated against her sex, the tingling, erotic sensation sending her over the edge.

  He rested his head on her belly, until she came back to him. “You taste so good, Jules. So fuckin’ good.” He inserted a finger inside her then another, leaning forward again to swirl his tongue over her clit. The glorious tension built inside her again, mounted until she could barely endure the exquisite torture.

  She grabbed his shoulders. “I want you inside me this time when I come, Chance,” she groaned, her voice hoarse and throaty. “I’m close.”

  She tried to pull him up but his size defeated her.

  He rose off his knees and climbed onto the couch with her, covering her with his big body. The rasp of his chest hair against her sensitized breasts nearly sent her off again. The sounds, the smells, the sensation…everything about this encounter on the couch—and the prelude outside in front of Gee’s—gave erotic new meaning and definition.

  His weight pressed her into the cushions.

  “Let me know if it’s too much, baby.”

  “Are you kidding me? Like ‘too much’ will ever be an option?”

  He positioned the silky tip of his erection at her entrance, running his cock back and forth over her folds.

  “Stop playing with me, Chance. I want all of it.”

  Then he was inside her, showering her with bliss. She squeezed her eyes shut, savoring the hard length of him pushing against her inner walls, filling her, completing her.

  Whatever restraint he had up until then abruptly vanished. He drove into her with a powerful groan, seating himself fully. Her hips, her belly cradled him. He paused, savoring the sublime sensation of being inside her. So good. So fuckin’ good, he nearly wept. He pulled out slowly, loving the glide of his dick through her channel, every nerve ending awash in pure delight, abuzz and screaming for more. He thrust forward again. Then he was beyond deliberation, beyond the ability to go slow, to thrill to the feel of her slick, wet heat. He pounded into her without mercy, fast and furious, growling and howling, echoing her moans with his own.

  His wolf tore at him in a frenzy of bliss, wallowing in her scent and howling for him to claim her, to mark her as his own. The wolf’s long, sharp canines popped out of his mouth against his will. He bent over her soft neck, grazed the curve of her shoulder with his lips. Finally, he could not. Not until they’d talked. The excited and frustrated wolf nevertheless seemed thrilled with the delicious fucking. Why the hell wouldn’t he be? Best sex either of them ever had. Only sex, really, since he and Julie had been kids and he took her the first time and recognized his mate. They’d been all but inseparable afterward until Magnum tore them apart. He could barely wrap his head around the fact he was making love to her now.

  Back and forth Chance slid into Julie’s slick heat, in and out of her tight passage, as if he’d never be soft again.

  Then, suddenly, the base of his spine electrified, the orgasm shooting up and out. He pumped his seed into her, his cock jerking uncontrollably, the ejaculation going on and on, hot and heavy. The wolf collapsed in utter satisfaction. The man shouted his happiness to the heavens and then fell heavily on top of the woman beneath him, his breaths as harsh and ragged as if he’d run a marathon.

  “My priceless Jewel,” he murmured against her ear.

  He crashed into oblivion.

  Chance woke first. Covering her with the afghan he found draped over the back of the couch, he prowled around her house, sniffing. Something a little unusual and odd in the atmosphere, maybe, as if one of those cloying plug-in air fresheners had gone a bit off-kilter, but nothing he could really place. No male scent other than his own, now heavily lacing the air on the main floor. Heading up the stairs, he searched for a bedroom. Easy to spot. A cozy getaway, the large bed piled high with pillows, moonlight streaming through the windows, an adjoining bathroom. Again, he scented no other male, to his great relief.

  He wanted to transfer Julie upstairs to her own bed and tuck her in…but he didn’t want to join her, make love to her, in another man’s bed. No frills or overly feminine colors told him a woman lived there alone, but neither was there any touch of the masculine.

  Finding a nearby linen closet, he pulled out fresh sheets and sniffed again. Maybe she used some sort of sachet in the closet or had weird candles or dried flowers scattered around. He shrugged. All he’d ever need was the delicious Julie-smell guaranteed to make him hard. A touch of her special vanilla-cinnamon. Maybe her spicy baking. He remade the bed with mountain spring-fragrant cotton. Even if there was no male scent in the air, he refused to lie with her where another man had lain. The urge to mark the territory overwhelmed him.

  Instead he went downstairs again and retrieved his mate, then carried her to the newly made bed and deposited her in the center before climbing in beside her and drawing a comforter over them both.

  ***

  He woke hard, her lips clamped around his erection.

  “We should talk, baby.”

  “Hmm-hmm.”

  He shut his eyes, the sensation of her wet heat surrounding the sensitized skin at the head of his cock too good to forego. She slid her tongue along his slit, licking at the salty pearl appearing there and glided her forefinger along the throbbing length of him.

  “My Jewel,” he growled, his voice strangled with hunger. Grasping the root of his cock near his balls with both hands, she glided her hands upward and then down again to cup his balls. In minutes she had him so mindless, all he could do was twine his fingers in her hair, holding her down against him. He’d waited a long time for this, for her, and hell and heaven on earth it was so fucking worth it. Sensation poured through him. A blissful haze surrounded him. Her delicious scent engulfed him as little by little she took more of him into her mouth. By the Goddess! How the fuck had he managed to live ten years without her? He hadn’t.

  He thrust upward, rotating his hips, before
lifting her head and dragging her away from his pulsing dick.

  Holding her by her hips, he raised her to straddle him, playing with her breasts as she leaned forward and closed her eyes. She ground her center against his groin, and he slid a finger between them to massage her clit until she cried out in ecstasy. She tensed around him. The moment he sensed the beginning of her orgasm, he flipped her onto her knees and rose above her.

  Covering her with his body, he drove into her from behind. The position made the wolf ecstatic. As he moved in and out of her, the desire to claim her, to mark her, overwhelmed him this time. His canines lowered again, grazing her delicate shoulder.

  “Do it,” she urged. “Mark me.”

  “Jesus, don’t play with me, Julie.”

  “I’m not playing, you chucklehead. I want this.”

  Her words dissolved his brain. He slid in and out of her, awash in bliss, slowly increasing the pace. The wolf danced with excitement, urging him to graze his lips over her flushed neck, tease her with his teeth, take her, own her.

  Mark her, claim her, mate her. Mate, mate, mate!

  “Shut up,” he snarled at the wolf. “You’re making me fucking crazy.”

  “Please, Chance,” Julie moaned. She ground her ass against his groin, rendering him speechless for a few seconds. He gathered his wits, along with his control. Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead, the cords in his neck straining with the effort. The friction of his chest sliding against her back, of the wet heat of her encasing his dick sent the wolf into a frenzy. The man struggled to remain civilized for half a minute longer.

  “Are you sure, Jules? There’s no taking it back once I do.”

  “I have been mated to you forever, Chance. Don’t you realize yet? All this time, all these years, I’ve been a mate without a mate.”