“There haven’t!”
“If you say so.”
“Have you ever been parking?” he countered.
“I plead the Fifth.”
“Sure you do. Thought so.”
This time, she silenced him by initiating the kiss. His mouth was glorious, just firm enough, made for kissing. He devoured her mouth, slipping his tongue inside, stroking everywhere. Driving her crazy. She could imagine how good that would feel laving her elsewhere.
“Even last night seems like it’s been too long,” she murmured. “I need.”
“For me too. Let me taste you?”
“Please.”
Lifting her shirt, he reached for the front clasp of her bra. Flicked it open and let her breasts spill free. From that alone, her sex was throbbing. Born shifters were highly sexual creatures, and she was glad Zan was, too. They weren’t shy about their bodies, especially not once they found their mates.
They might not know each other well—but that wouldn’t stop them from burning up the sheets.
Bending, he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it to a tight point. Little shocks went through her as he repeated the attention on the other nipple. Then switched again. Just when she thought she’d go mad from want, he turned his focus to getting her jeans unzipped and pulled to her hips. Slipping a hand in front, he palmed the pale, silky curls.
“Mmm. I couldn’t tell what you were like here, last night, in your half form. Just the way I like it—a trimmed triangle but bare where it counts.”
She loved the way a bare sex heightened pleasure and was glad he found this pleasing. Her legs spread for him, and he delved between them, stroking her clit and diving one finger into her channel.
“So good.”
“Let’s get these off, baby. I want you to ride me.”
Getting off her jeans inside a truck wasn’t easy, but at least it was a big cab. In short order, she was naked from the waist down, and he was the same. She stared at his lean, powerful thighs. And the trimmed bush with the cock jutting proudly from the curls like an exclamation point. It was at least eight inches, flushed red and purple, and gorgeous. Heavy balls were nestled underneath, resting on the leather seats.
Reclining his driver’s seat, he gestured to his lap. “Climb aboard, sweetheart. Take me for a ride.”
“Gladly.”
Moving over, she straddled him. Positioned the head of his cock at the entrance between her folds. Gradually, she sank down, adjusting every couple of inches for his width. She’d never felt so stretched, so full. Moments later, he was buried deep inside her, to the hilt. There had never been anything as good as this connection. The thread of their bond glowed, almost in approval.
“Fuck me, baby,” he begged hoarsely.
She began to pump on his length. Up and down, spreading her cream on his cock. Loving his moans and her own as she added her sounds of pleasure to his. All too soon, a familiar quickening began in her sex. The throbbing heat became too much, and she shouted her climax, channel spasming around his length.
This triggered his release, and he joined her, his big hands spanned around her waist, helping her ride him, slamming her onto his cock. When he was spent, he kissed her lips and held her on him for a long moment.
He groaned. “I suppose we should get back to reality.”
“Why?”
“Good point. But I’m afraid people would miss us, and they’d find us stuck together, expired from multiple orgasms.”
Laughing, she climbed from his lap. She was messy and yanked on her clothing quickly to avoid screwing up his nice seats. He did the same, then kissed her once more for good measure.
Selene found herself wishing they could just drive away. Leave her father and the Alpha Pack behind and forget about all of it. But she’d promised to try to give this a chance, and she would.
As she’d said, she was a wolf of her word. And there were worse fates than spending times like this with Zander Cole.
Six
Now the test would begin.
Zan drove them back to the compound, knowing life around there was truly about to change. For himself, at least. He knew the others were going to be wary of his mate at first. Some, like Ryon and Aric, might even be a bit hostile.
But this would work. It had to. As long as his hearing was truly back, he wanted desperately to remain with Alpha Pack, to be a productive member of their team, and for that, his mate had to be part of his world. If she couldn’t or wouldn’t stay, what the hell would he do? He’d have to follow her. But he wouldn’t think about that now.
After he parked, he walked around to her side, helped her down. She looked at him as though no male had ever done that before, and to hear her talk of her clan, he wasn’t surprised. He offered his hand and was pleased when she accepted it, clasping her fingers around his.
“Hungry?”
“Starved. But I’m nervous, too, so I’m not sure how the food is going to settle.”
“It’ll all be fine. Don’t worry.”
She didn’t seem convinced. It wasn’t until they got to the dining room that he understood her nerves. No one was rude or outright hostile, but . . . they were normally so open and friendly, whereas today they were reserved and watchful. He and Selene took a seat at one of the family-style dining tables, and nobody sat with them. At first.
They were filling their plates with spaghetti when a shadow fell over the table. Zan almost groaned when he looked up to see Belial standing there expectantly, as though waiting for an invite to sit down.
“Belial,” he said in greeting. Not the friendliest, but this one had quite the history with the Pack. He was seductive, manipulative. And if rumor could be believed, he came with a pretty sad story.
“Zan! Can I sit with you guys?”
He looked so hopeful. Zan sighed. “Sure.”
The newcomer sat and grabbed a plate. Selene, who’d been observing with interest, said, “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
“Belial, this is my new mate, Selene Westfall. Selene, Belial.”
“Nice to meet—wait a second. Westfall? As in our commander, Nick?”
“I’m his daughter,” she said, somewhat shortly. “What about you? You’re not a wolf.”
“Nope. I’m a basilisk shifter.” He waggled his dark brows. “Scared now?”
“Should I be?” She seemed unperturbed that one of the rarest, deadliest types of shifters was sitting with them, calmly eating pasta.
Belial considered this. “Probably, around others like me, considering the deadly venom thing. But in my case, I’m rehabbed. Got my rabies shots and everything. Just got sprung from Block R a couple of weeks ago.”
“Congrats.”
He beamed at her. “Thank you. So, what do you do?”
“Do?” She stared at him, at a loss.
“You know, in your clan.”
“Oh! I’m an enforcer, or I was. That was before I left my uncle, our Alpha, without really telling him where I was going and for how long.”
“News flash—Alphas don’t like when their top people disappear. Especially if they’re family.”
“Tell me. I’ve got to call him before long.” She made a face that told without saying how she felt about that task.
“What are your plans?” the basilisk asked between bites of spaghetti.
“Stay for a while, try to fit in.”
The young shifter blinked. “Fit in among misfits? That’s a good one!”
Selene chuckled. “You have a point.”
“Well, hello,” a familiar, friendly voice said to Selene.
Looking up, she smiled. “You must be Blue—I mean, Prince Sariel.”
“I see I’m famous,” he said good-naturedly, easing himself down by Belial. The basilisk scooted over, shooting Blue a nervous look. As well he should—for all that Belial was rare and dangerous, Blue, an eleven-thousand-year-old Fae, was even more so.