Dalton, Tymber - Doggy Tales [Doggy Tales] (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

Agony and ecstasy vied for the win, with pleasure leading the pack by a mile. She was vaguely aware of his climax, his growling moan and the feel of his hot seed inside her, marking her.

Mate.

His
mate.

Gasping for breath and shuddering from the aftermath of her orgasm, she collapsed under him.

He rolled to his side, his arms around her, holding her tightly, still joined.

With sanity returning, she suspected she’d hurt like hell where he bit her, but his lips and tongue carefully caressed her flesh and it felt like the best feeling in the world.

It took her a while to regain her senses. When she did, she rolled over to face him.

“Do it again,” she whispered, her fingers now around his collar.

“I’m good, but even I need a few minutes to recover, babe.”

She shook her head.

That half smile would be deadly to her reserve. She’d have to learn to build immunity to it somehow. Her fingers weren’t touching his hot flesh, but dense, black fur.

“Okay. Come back.”

The two-legged hunk laughed. “I swear, Jeremy is not going to believe you didn’t run away screaming.”

“I’m still in shock. But if you can fuck me like that and keep the bad guys away, I can deal with anything else. I think.” She hesitated. “It’s probably too late to ask this, but you don’t kill people, do you?”

He grinned. “Only if they tried to hurt you or kill me, babe. It’s not like in the movies.”

“Okay.” She traced the firm lines of his abs. “What do you do for a living?’

Ivan cocked an eyebrow. “A guy shape-shifts from a large dog into a man who fucks you silly, tells you he loves you, asks you to marry him and be his mate, and the second thing you want to know is what he does for a living?”

“You have a problem with that?”

Ivan threw his head back and laughed, long and hard, the bed shaking from his rumbling amusement. “Lindsey, damn, girl. You are too fucking much.” He reached up and rested his palm along her cheek. “I work for Bruin and Associates. We’re a consulting firm.”

“That tells me shit.”

He rolled onto his side, propped on his elbow. “Legal, I promise. We deal with a lot of industrial secrets, things like that. Studies, coordinating product trials, compiling research information.”

“Good money?”

He grinned and rolled out of bed, pulling her to him. “Let’s take a shower.”

She was surprised to find he’d stashed his things under the mattress, another paradox that amused the crap out of him. Maybe she was still in shock over the revelation, but he didn’t think so.

He opened the truck door for her. “After you.” He stole a kiss as she passed, which earned him a gentle goose in his crotch.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

He slipped his sunglasses on before backing out of the parking space. “Home.”

* * * *

Lindsey’s composure faltered when they drove into the private, gated community in New Tampa. “You live here?”

“We,” he corrected, smiling. “Don’t tell me you’re freaking out now?”

“Wow.” In the grand scheme of things, Ivan was slumming it with his new Honda Ridgeline, while the neighbors on either side of him drove Jags. He pulled into the garage and led her inside.

She stopped in the foyer, and he let her take it in while he continued on to the kitchen. Jeremy had brought in his mail and newspapers, stacking them neatly on the counter. He dropped his keys next to the pile and sorted through mail while she regained her voice.

“This…this is amazing.”

“It’s home.”

Five bedrooms, six-and-a-half bath with high-end Italian tile all the way through, the house had cost him over eight hundred grand. All the room was necessary when packmates came to visit from out of town.

Lindsey drifted over to the backsliders. The private screened lanai, with a large pool and heated Jacuzzi, was tastefully accented by professionally designed container gardens. “Wow.”

She drove a ten-year-old Camry. He knew from snooping through her mail and personal papers that she wasn’t broke, but she was far from rich.

He’d enjoy the hell out of spoiling her.

Eventually, she turned, not speaking, studying him.

Unable to take the silence, he asked, “Well? What do you want to see next?”

“Our bedroom.”

* * * *

Lindsey knew he had to walk over to her, pick her up in his arms, and carry her to the bedroom, but it seemed to take place within one breath and maybe two blinks. She found herself flat on her back in the large bed, his lips on hers, and then…

Aw, who cares?
She wanted his cock inside her again.

He took his time, slowly thrusting. “Please, Ivan,” she begged. “Make me come.”

His tongue drew deliciously warm circles around each nipple, back and forth. “Not yet, baby. I want to play with you for a while. I can’t show you all my secrets the first day. You’ll get bored.”

“I have a feeling
boredom
isn’t a word I’ll ever use to describe being with you.”

“I hope not.” He alternated deep, powerful thrusts with short, shallow ones that managed to bring her to the brink time and again. She’d never climaxed just from intercourse before, but she suspected she was about to experience that for the first time in her life.

He slowed his thrusts and lifted her legs to his shoulders. His cock drove deep into her, stretching her, possessing her.

Lie here flat on my back and get fucked by this guy for the rest of my life? Sure, no problemo! Happy to do it!

“Look at me, Lindsey,” he whispered.

She did, unable to resist.

He kissed her leg and drove a little deeper, making her moan. “You think you can come for me like this?”

“I want to.”

He smiled, slowing his strokes and tilting his hips. His thick cockhead glided perfectly along her G-spot, his pubic bone hitting her clit just right. “Like that?”

She nodded, not speaking, not daring to breathe or move for fear of losing that magic combination.

At first she didn’t think it would happen, sure he’d change position or speed or…

It built, slow and steady. Unlike the volcanic eruption of the prior releases he’d brought her to, this was practically gentle.

“That’s it. Give it to me,” he coaxed.

She gripped his arms and moaned as the wave hit her, softly, tenderly.

He didn’t change a thing about his movements until certain she’d finished. Then he climaxed in two thrusts, deep inside her.

He lowered her legs and leaned forward, kissing her throat, murmuring to her.

What he said she didn’t know. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face to her chest, drifting to sleep content and sated.

* * * *

She awoke alone in bed, the sheets tangled around her, the afternoon light golden through the bedroom blinds.

She rolled over and spotted the bedside clock. It was almost four. Touching her shoulder didn’t hurt where he’d bit her. It was totally healed.

“Awake?”

Lindsey jumped at his voice, startled. In his full naked glory, a smiling Ivan leaned against the bedroom doorjamb.

“Sorry I scared you.” He crossed the room with smooth, fluid strides and slipped into bed.

“How did you know I was awake? Not that I’m complaining.”

“I heard you.”

“I didn’t make any noise.”

“You rolled over in bed.” He kissed the hollow of her throat. Maybe she should be afraid, but she only wanted to pull him closer.

“You heard that?” She tangled her fingers in his hair and hooked a leg around his, hoping to keep him there with her.

“I promise I don’t howl at fire engines.”

She rolled on top of him, pleasantly surprised to see he was already aroused. Saved her the trouble.

He moaned when she impaled herself on his stiff shaft and gripped her hips.

“Ready for round two?” he asked.

“I think you lost count. This is more like three or four, isn’t it?” Rolling her hips in a slow sensual motion coaxed a low growl from him.

“I guess counting will get pointless real fast, won’t it?”

Lindsey leaned forward and gently bit his nipple, his replying gasp fueling her passion. “Do you always answer a question with a question?”

“Does that bother you, babe?”

She looked at him, his half smile firmly anchoring her heart to him. “Is it supposed to bother me?”

“Do you like playing games with me?”

“Are you trying to get the last word, or are you going to fuck my brains out, wolfman?”

He laughed and flipped her over, thrusting hard and deep. “Does that answer your question?”

She giggled. “You’re going to keep me busy for a long time, aren’t you?”

Ivan shook his head and kissed her. “All right, you win. Uncle.” He paused, slipping a hand between them, his thumb finding her sensitive clit. “Besides, I think I know a way to distract you.”

“Mm-hmm.” She worked her hips against him, loving the way he filled and stretched her. He rubbed tight circles around her nub, timing his strokes perfectly. Within minutes she had climaxed again.

He stilled his hips, kissing her.

“Hey, don’t stop now.” She wrapped her arms around him.

“I’m not stopping. I’m memorizing your beautiful face. I never thought you’d accept this so well. I figured we’d still be at the you cowering in the corner and threatening me with a kitchen implement stage.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you don’t have the market on secrets. I’ve got one too, you know.”

“Like what?”

“When I get PMS, I’m a real bitch to live with.”

He roared with laughter. “Then you’re my kind of girl, aren’t you?”

* * * *

He’d have to wait until she told him the rest in her own time. Something hidden deep, and she used humor as an emotional defense. He’d learned that much in their few days together. They made love again and skinny-dipped in his pool. After, he called Jeremy and arranged to meet him for dinner.

They stopped by her place so she could change clothes. When they arrived at Outback Steakhouse, she nervously gripped Ivan’s hand as he led her inside to where Jeremy had their table waiting.

Jeremy stood at their approach, warmly smiling and extending his hand to her as Ivan made the introductions. She hesitated a moment before shaking with him, then climbed into the booth and huddled close to Ivan’s side.

After the waitress took their order, Jeremy leaned forward, folding his arms on the table. “How are you handling this, Lindsey?”