“Ah, see how easy it is to tell the truth, ma chérie? Perhaps you’d like to explore two men at once?” he teased with a sexy smile as if he’d thoroughly enjoy it.
She blushed, not denying it.
“Someday we’ll explore that little kink of yours, but tonight you are mine. In fact, I think you’ll be mine for quite a long time.”
“Confident, huh, wolf?”
“Would you ever expect anything less?”
He spun her around, continuing to brush against her. Tightening the grip around her waist, he ran his palm up her arm to her neck, until he reached her face. Caressing her cheek, he ran his thumb across her lower lip. “I want you so much, Kalli. I’m so sorry for everything. I shouldn’t have sent you to Logan’s. I was angry, but damn, I need you.”
She groaned and threw her head back, publicly baring her neck to him. Submission, truth, she’d give it to him all right. But what he needed to learn was that he was hers as well, and after tonight she had no intention of letting him go.
Chapter Sixteen
The sight of her submission plunged Tristan over the edge. “We’re leaving. Now,” he urged, leaving no room for disagreement. Gathering her into his arms, he ushered her off the dance floor while Logan smirked at the sight and Mira glared. Within seconds, they’d reached the perimeter of the room. Tristan shoved open a door which led to a bridal lounge, and pulled Kalli inside, hastily locking the door. Tristan couldn’t wait; he needed her now.
Without words, he captured her lips in an all-encompassing kiss. Kalli wrapped her arms around his neck, feverishly sweeping her tongue into his mouth, as he did hers. Starved, the passionate kiss only further ignited their arousal.
“Dress. Off now,” Tristan ordered through their lips.
“Um. Yes. Zipper. Side,” she agreed breathlessly.
Reaching downward, he deftly unzipped the dress until it pooled onto the floor.
“Aw chérie, you’re so gorgeous.” His lips quickly moved to suck and bite at her neck.
“Yes,” she cried, as she threw her head back against the wall, lost in the feel of his mouth all over her skin. She panted wildly, anticipating where he’d touch her next.
“Baby, I can’t wait. I need to be in you,” he grunted. Goddess, she was so exquisite that he didn’t know what to touch first. As his lips moved to her pink areola, he sucked hard, while massaging the smooth skin of her bottom. Moving his fingers around to the rim of her thong, he gripped it, ripping it from her body. Palming her torso, he slid his hand down her belly until his fingers brushed over her mound. Stroking up and down, he slipped his middle finger into her soft lips, finding her center of pleasure. Unrelenting, he pressed his thick digit into her hot sheath, and then followed it with two. He wanted to go slow, but lost in the moment, he pressed in and out, bringing her close to release.
“Oh my God, Tristan, please, it feels so good,” she cried. “Fuck me, please.”
Unable to wait any longer, he unzipped his pants, releasing his rock hard shaft. He stroked himself, while continuing to work magic with his fingers. “I can’t wait, baby. You ready?”
“Yes!” she screamed in frustration as she felt him leave her warmth. He spun her around so she was facing the wall. She was so close to coming, feeling as if she’d come apart any second.
Tristan cuffed her wrists in one hand, flattened her palms against the door and spread her legs with his other hand, bending her over slightly, so he could see into her.
“Ah Kalli, you’re so wet. So ready,” he panted, sliding his finger over the crack of her bottom until he found her wetness. “I want to be gentle, but I need you fast. You’re so…” Before he’d finished his sentence, he’d thrust himself all the way into her tight channel.
“Yes! That’s it! Oh God!” Kalli screamed. She didn’t care if every last person in the ballroom heard her.
“Fuck, Kalli, your pussy is so tight. So very, very tight. Are you okay, chérie?” As badly as he wanted to take her, Tristan was not a selfish lover.
Kalli could swear she felt herself stretch; the pain subsided within seconds, and she needed more. “Please, don’t stop. I need…I need…” She was thrashing her head. She was so close, but she needed him to move.
Tristan began pumping in and out of her, slowly at first, building the rhythm. Soon he was pounding against her, his balls slapping against her ass. He reached around to caress her breast, but could sense she was on the edge of coming. Damn, he really wanted their first time to last longer, but the intensity more than made up for the time. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched her nipple.
“Yes, more,” she demanded. Reaching behind her, she grabbed a fistful of his hair.
Encouraged by her roughness, Tristan reached round with his other hand to touch her. Finding his prize, he brushed her clit, lightly at first, and then he increased the pressure.
Kalli felt as if she was out of her own body. She relished the feel of his cock slamming into her. Her body was on fire; his hands were everywhere. But when he increased the pressure on her sensitive nub, she splintered into delirium as an orgasmic wave washed over her. Shaking in release, Kalli shouted his name so loud she swore the people in the next building would hear her.
Tristan saw stars as her pussy tightened around him. He came hard, erupting inside her. He heard her calling his name, but it was as if he was sucked into a vortex of pleasure from which there was no escape. Pulsing into her, he resisted the urge to bite her smooth neck. Goddess, but he wanted to mark her. Make her his, not just now but forever. His wolf howled in ecstasy, begging to mate her. Tristan tried to ignore it. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. Shoving the agonizing need aside, he resisted the impulse.
“Kalli, baby, are you okay?” He’d wanted to be gentle their first time but seeing her on the dance floor drove him into a wanton frenzy, craving her more than air. He hoped he hadn’t scared her by their amazing yet animalistic tryst.
“God yes. That was amazing. Please take me home…so we can go again,” she added, giggling, her forehead pressed against the door.
Tristan laughed a low sexy laugh. “My little wolf, you want more, huh?”
“I’m not all wolf,” she reminded him. She didn’t want to spoil the mood, but she was acutely aware of how others would view her hybrid status.
“You’re mine. I don’t care what you are,” he assured, pulling out of her. He returned himself and zipped, then turned her around, anxious to see her flushed expression, the one he’d put there. “That’s what’s important, you know.”
He lovingly cupped her face; he could see right through her anxieties. What he’d told her was true. He didn’t care whether she was hybrid; he just wanted her to be true to her nature. He wanted her to feel safe, protected and loved enough to revel in her own skin.
“You’re beautiful after you make love,” he commented absently. His chest constricted at the thought of ever losing her.
She blushed, still engrossed in the afterglow of the moment. As her skin cooled, she was reminded that she was nude. “You’re quite dashing yourself there, but this is hardly fair. You’re completely dressed and me…well.” She laughed and gestured to her naked body. Donning her gown, she quickly zipped it. Giving up on her now mussed updo, she pulled out the pins and sexily shook out her curls, combing her fingers through her hair.
“Wonder how fast that limo can go?” He teased. “I’m thinking that I can’t wait to get you in bed so we can ‘go again’ as you put it”.
She shot him a look, feigning shock.
“Hey, you’re the one who suggested it. And this wolf aims to please,” he winked.