Alpha Wolf: Black Mesa Wolves #2 (Werewolf Shifter Paranormal Romance) (6 page)

“Getting me wet is how you enjoy yourself?”

Even as the words left her mouth, Sara wished she could
clamp down on them. Or maybe just die of pure embarrassment. Sara the flirt and
Sara the anxious were clearly at odds with themselves.

Her wolf cocked a confused ear at the thought of more than
one Sara roaming around.

Rafe's smile vanished into a study of laser intent. The look
on his face hovered between almost unbearably hard and—utterly captivated. The
dark blond tousle of hair, kept short but not severely so, framed his magnetic
face. Sara found herself staring at him as if she'd never seen him before.

A long pause held them still. The faint rustle of a breeze
sneaking through the pine branches also riffled through the hair on Sara's
neck. It felt like the caress of fingers. Rafe's fingers.

Rafe kept staring back at her in a very predatory way. A
sexually predatory way. One that her wolf welcomed.

“Yes,” he finally said, simply. “I did enjoy that. Very
much. And I'd like it to happen again.”

Rafe felt himself begin to harden the longer Sara looked at
him. All the blood seemed to rush to his cock, which stirred in anticipation of
finally, finally claiming this wolf as his. He'd said it out loud and made his
intention clear. It was up to Sara, though, to take hold of the offer he'd just
delivered. He wanted her to want this moment. He
needed
her to want it.

Her golden hair waved loosely around her face on the right
side. She'd tucked it behind her ear on the left side, which accentuated her
fine cheekbones, generous mouth, and pretty eyes. The usual quick smile had
left, however, replaced by a serious gaze that went straight to his core. This
wasn't Sara the playful little wolf. This was Sara the lover, the woman he'd
been allowed to touch and know and catch fire with so many long months ago.

The one who now looked at him with a hunger that seemed to
match his own. He'd been right to let her know he still wanted her. Her wolf
shone from her eyes, and the scent of her attraction spun with undeniable
temptation through the air between them. She was ready for him. Sara was ready
for his touch again, ready to open to him.

He wouldn't screw it up again. This time, he'd keep hold of
her.

Slowly, Rafe pushed himself away from the edge of the pool
and moved through the water toward her. Sara's eyes stayed locked on his face.
Huge in the moonlight, they stared at him without a trace of either flirtatious
playfulness or the unusually flustered state she'd been in earlier. Carefully
but without pause, Rafe came closer.

Sara's breath hitched when he was about five inches away.
Despite the almost stupefying heat of the water, he could still sense her own
primal heat radiating out toward him as pure desire. It beckoned him, as did
the clear invitation her wolf showed in her eyes. Water droplets shone on her
ripe mouth from where he'd splashed her. He reached out a finger and gently
rubbed the tiny beads of moisture into her lips.

This time, her breath inhaled on a ragged gasp. Her mouth
opened a bit. Rafe could see her teeth gleam slightly, her tongue slipping
between them to taste his finger.

Rafe groaned and let the rigid control fall away.

“Sara,” he said. His voice sounded rough with need to his
own ears but he didn't care. All he cared about was touching her, kissing her,
taking her.

Her lips still parted, Sara's head tipped up toward his.
Rafe didn't waste another second. He swiftly placed his hands on the blunt
cement edges of the pool behind her, effectively caging her into his arms.
Without pause, Sara's hands immediately rose to capture the back of his neck,
her fingers brushing the nape of his hair and trailing in a deliciously wanton
motion over the top of his spine. Rafe went fully rock hard in about a nano
second.

Mine,
his wolf growled in approval.

The blue of their eyes still held one another as Rafe surged
toward her and claimed her mouth with his. Her lips moved beneath his in that
same way he recalled so exactly: soft, eager, tasting so uniquely of Sara.
Sweet strawberries blended with a dash of spice and excitement. Rafe groaned
again against her. The sound vibrated through her lips and back to him, which
only heightened his anticipation.

His hands clenched into fists on the wall behind her. She
pulled his head closer to her, as if she wanted him to devour her. Their breath
mingled with the steam of the spring and rose into the crisp air. Rafe could
feel Sara's heartbeat against his chest where her luscious breasts pressed hard
into him. The pulse in her neck leapt when he drifted his fingers over it.

Sara pulled back for an instant. Her eyes were still open,
languid and dark with her sheer lust. Rafe felt such an overwhelming surge of
pure male pride at the thought he'd created that reaction in her he almost
physically felt his chest swell. Possibly ridiculous, but true.

Her lips were fuller from his ravaging kiss, tender and
plump. He angled his head the fraction of an inch it took to reach her and
nibbled at her bottom lip with his teeth.

“Ohhh,” she said. The sound was more breath than word. It
stole Rafe's own breath as he pressed closer to her. Her entire naked body felt
pliable next to his.

Rafe kissed her again, long and hard and with serious
intention. He let his tongue press into her mouth, past her lips, letting it
slide in and out in a rapid, deliberate motion. The simple kiss made the rest
of his body feel as if it might harden beyond belief, then crack into
intoxicating bliss.

Sara wrapped her legs around his, letting one drift up on
the buoyancy of the water to hold his waist. She pulled him closer to her,
never letting his mouth leave hers. Her eyes alternated between closing, then
fluttering half open again. His cock pressed into her legs. Impatience flamed
along his nerves. He maneuvered her so that his rigidity nestled between her
thighs, right against that gorgeous cleft he longed to taste.

Sara's head rocked back and she gasped out a half-strangled
groan again. He thought he heard his name in there somewhere but couldn't be
sure since the blood was roaring in his ears. With effort born out of a desire
to please and not ruin it too quickly for them both, he began to slowly rock
his hips against hers with the lightest of rhythms.

It was a torturously slow rhythm. Rafe's breaths came
shorter and more ragged, as did Sara's. Her lips still explored his, then left
to travel down his cheek and to his neck. The skin there reacted with trembling
as her teeth grazed over his pulse where it throbbed.

He slid one hand down her arm, to her breast. Tugging at the
nipple he found there, he rolled it between his fingers, pinching it till she
cried out again in sheer pleasure.

“Rafe! Don't stop,” she said, her voice panting as she
begged.

“Never,” he said, his low voice close to a growl. He twirled
the sensitive nub between thumb and forefinger, then cupped his hand around the
fullness of her gorgeous breast. Slowly, he allowed his fingers to slip lower,
along her side, then to her hip. Little panting breaths from the beautiful
woman he finally—
finally
—got to possess again lapped against the gentle
slosh of the water as their movements increased in urgency.

So close to entering her. So close. But not yet. He intended
to draw this out to the exquisite point of pleasure, one that would result in
her lush cries echoing through the night air when he finally let her tumble
over the edge.

“Mmm.” The little noise was a hum against his neck. One of
sensuous desire and need.

Rafe caught her chin with his other hand and tipped her face
up to his. Her eyes opened again. Unsatiated promise kept them dark, as with
the rosy cast to her skin. Desire heated him even more. With deliberately
languorous moves, he swirled his fingers on her thigh beneath the water,
stroking and rubbing and fluttering over the superheated skin there.

Sara arched her head and neck back, mouth open in a
soundless cry of need. She pushed herself against Rafe, turning her hips into
his hand. Begging with her body for him to touch her at her core, right at the
sweet, delicious center he'd missed for so long.

Rafe dipped one finger in to her sweet center, then another.

“Look at me, Sara.” His voice rumbled deep and raw with his
need.

Those gorgeous eyes of hers fluttered open again at his
command, and he looked deep into the half-crazed lust he saw in them.

Good. This was the Sara he wanted. Wild with need for him.

Sara writhed as Rafe's fingers penetrated into her eager
little sex, stretching it right to the edge of crazy-making passion. The way he
looked at her right now—his expression alone was almost enough to make her come
so hard she would create a tsunami of water flooding over the edges of the
pool.

As though he could hear her thoughts, he said, “You're going
to come for me, Sara. And you will love it.”

She jumped at his rasping words and their promise. In the
face of his sheer maleness, she was powerless to deny her utterly female
response. Her sex clenched around those long, talented fingers. His fingers
curled inside her and began to stroke, in and out. The sensation made her dizzy
with its keen pitch. Sparks seemed to explode behind her eyes and along every
nerve ending of her tensed body.

“Rafe,” she ground out. He was making coherent thought
impossible. “More,” was all she could manage.

His other hand moved away from her face and swiftly nestled
itself under her ass. He pushed her rear up, toward the hand that was between
her legs, rhythmically driving in and out. The pressure from his fingers inside
her deliciously increased. An aching fullness laced with urgency ignited her
entire body. She let out compliant noises she hadn't known she was capable
of—low and keening, panting in demand that he not stop.

It never felt quite this way with other guys. This was
blowing her head off in frenzied, upward spiraling ecstasy to a level she
hadn't known existed. Except when she'd first had Rafe claim her body. How
she'd ever walked away from escaped her at the moment.

His fingers swirled in and out, reaching inside her ever
more deeply. Tiny licks of fire radiated out from her desperately grasping
center. Little shocks began to flash down her legs, up her belly, tingling
through the arms that tightly held onto his shoulders.

“That's it,” Rafe said, his voice a low, luscious growl.
“Now, Sara. Come for me now.”

The irresistible command slammed through her. She responded
with a delirious, inexorable splintering of every nerve ending she had. It took
over her limbs and rendered her unable to control the spasmodic shudders. A
long cry of sheer bliss wrenched itself from her throat. Rafe captured her lips
with his, swallowing her sounds as he stroked her mouth with a velvet tongue.
The supernova went off inside her for a long, spiraling, gorgeous moment.

Slowly, the waves rippled and ebbed, until she fell in
languid collapse forward onto Rafe, letting her head slip down to his shoulder.
His hands gently released her, fingers slipping out from inside her. She
murmured a small protest and felt a chuckle rumble through his frame. His hands
rubbed her hips, her back, her waist, soothing while also wringing out the last
shaking tremors. She floated in the water, buoyed by his arms and a sense of
dazed calm blanketing her body and mind. Her wolf whined softly in utter
contentment.

Floating in Rafe's arms, she felt his hardness beneath her.
He needed more. She felt so luxuriantly relaxed, though, she couldn't yet move.
She swirled a lazy finger over his pecs and let the soft, sweet buzz of the
post-orgasmic euphoria melt through her.

After more long, relaxed moments, Rafe's hands came up
around her to gently lift her into the air. As soon as their bodies left the
water she could tell how hot they'd been. The naturally higher body temperature
of shifters allowed them to withstand cold better than humans, but could limit
the amount of time they spent in especially warm conditions.

She'd been so focused on Rafe and what he was doing to her
body she hadn't paid attention to anything but her purely sexual needs. That
thought made a different, more colorful heat move across her face, which she
bent against his chest as he easily maneuvered them onto the side of the pool.

“Sara,” he said. Arousal still roughened his tone. “Can you
stand?”

She nodded. As soon as her feet hit the paved walkway, she
wobbled a little. He steadied her for a moment, then stepped back, watching
her. A small laugh escaped her lips.

“Maybe,” she said. She looked at him, standing in the
half-light. His body was chiseled and fit from the rigorous demands of being a
Guardian. He was still rigid for her, like a beautiful statue of sheer male
gloriousness. Another little shudder of anticipation rippled through her. She
longed to feel Rafe inside her.

“Come here,” she whispered. “You need some attention, too.”

To her utter shock, Rafe shook his head. Her wolf sat to
attention, equally surprised.

Carefully, he stepped forward to gather her close to him
again. She felt the long, hard proof of his unsated desire against her leg.
Reaching down a hand to take hold of him, more shock swept through her when he
grabbed her hand with his own and stopped its trajectory. Shadows hid his face
but not his words.

“No. This was for you, Sara.” The longing still tinged his
voice, which shook slightly, but she could also hear that famous steely Rafe
control. “I wanted you to feel amazing. I wanted you to feel my touch, to know
my hands again. To dissolve just for me.”

“But I want—”

His lips briefly touched hers to silence her words. Despite
her confusion, she still reacted strongly to his taste, letting it arrow
pleasant shivers throughout her again.