Lyric's Accidental Mate (Iron Wolves MC 1 ~ Bite of the Moon) (8 page)

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Seriously?” she asked, pushing open the heavy door.

Rowan approved of the security they had in place; they only needed to teach everyone how to enter the code without broadcasting what it was.

To the right of the dimly lit hallway was a reception area manned by an elderly couple.

“Hiya, Mrs. McCartney. How are you feeling this evening?” Lyric smiled.

“Lyric, you know how it is. Today is good. You wanting a suite for your friend?” Mrs. McCartney asked.

Rowan suppressed his chuckle. “Evening, ma’am. My name is Rowan. Kellen wants us to stay here for a day or two. I hope you don’t mind.” He tipped an imaginary hat at the elderly woman. He was sure she saw all kinds of comings and goings through these halls.

“Well, now, missy, why didn’t you say the alpha sent you both down here. I have the perfect suite for you. Not one of the ones the boys usually use, either.” Mrs. McCartney sniffed.

“Now, honey. You know them boys are just playing until they find them someone like you. They gotta look under a lot of pots until they find their gold.” Mr. McCartney winked at Rowan.

“Hmm. How many pots did you look under, dear?” Mrs. McCartney opened a safe and pulled out a key.

“Not many. You were waiting right there, my love. I’ve been living in bliss ever since.” The old man winked again. Rowan turned his head and coughed into his hand.

“You okay there, young man?” The older man asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

“What? Oh, yeah. Just had a little something in my throat.”

The woman gave them a key and explained there was water in the fridge. Lyric thanked her and pulled him along the tastefully done hallway. He couldn’t imagine Xan or Kellen bringing strange women past the elderly couple.

“You’re wondering how Xan and Kellen could bring some piece of ass past those two, right?

“Yep,” he said as he followed her into their rooms. He looked around the space they were to share for however long Kellen decided. A large living space with a couch and two chairs opened up to a kitchenette with a counter doubling as table, with two barstools in the main room. There was a door off to the side he assumed led to the bedroom, and when Lyric opened it to deposit his bag, he saw the huge king-sized bed.

“Are you hungry? There’s a full service kitchen that will make us anything from burgers, to steak, to mac and cheese and such. Don’t expect gourmet shit, but they can whip up some really tasty barbeque.”

“What are the sleeping arrangements, Lyric?” Heat raced through him just thinking of sharing a bed with her.

“Um, since you’re bigger than me, you can have the bed, and I’ll take the couch.” She nodded.

“What if I wanted the couch?”

Her puzzled frown made him want to laugh. “Why would you want the—”

Rowan closed the space between them, and took her lips in a kiss that he’d been dying for since the last time he’d tasted her. She tasted like the whiskey they’d drunk. He traced her lips with his tongue, dipping inside and rubbing alongside hers.

He pulled back. “I don’t want the fucking couch. I want you, Lyric. God, do I want you.” The admission was ripped from him.

She licked her lips. “I want you, too. So much it hurts. Are you sure? I mean, it could just be your wolf.”

“Back at my place, I felt him clawing at me, but he’s quiet now. It’s me who wants you. Is it you or your wolf who want me?” If she said her wolf, he wasn’t sure if he could pull back.

“Me. I mean, my wolf wanted you, too, but she’s not saying a word right now.” Her face flushed.

“Good. Hold that thought.” Rowan wasn’t sure how she’d react to what he did next. Years of training didn’t allow him to relax until he’d checked out the area. He did a perimeter check. Only one way in and one way out. He placed one of the barstools under the door handle as an added security measure. Lyric stood rooted to the spot he’d left her in.

“All secure, soldier?” She stood at attention.

Rowan placed a hand on either side of her ribs and lifted. “Only as secure as you want it to be, darlin’.”

When Lyric wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles at his back, he swore nothing was sexier.

“I like living dangerously.” She tugged his T-shirt off and tossed it to the side.

Her beautiful, bra-less breasts were too much for him not to take into his mouth. Her intake of breath pushed her closer to his face, and he took that as a good sign. He released her nipple with a loud pop.

With her wrapped around him, he took them into the bedroom. The bed had been done in a red, white, and black color pallet. The black wood furnishings looked heavy and expensive, with a white bedspread, several red throw pillows, and other splashes of red throughout.

“I hope you like the room?” Lyric asked.

He realized he stood holding her for far too long, making her apprehensive. “Darlin’, the room could be a dirt-floored shack, and I wouldn’t notice as long as you were there.”

She blushed. “Do you realize you make me wet with your words alone?”

“Let me get you out of these sweats and see for myself.”

Rowan laid her on the bed, but when she went to remove the pants, he stopped her. “Let me. It’s like Christmas. I get to open up my present.”

Lyric tossed her hand above her head. “If you take too long, I might just start without you.”

“You know what happens to bad girls?” Rowan tugged off one of Lyric’s shoes and then the other, before he tucked his hands into her elastic waistband and pulled, knowing she had nothing on under them.

She shook her head at his question.

“They don’t get to come. In fact, they get spanked. Have you ever been spanked, Lyric?”

He could smell her arousal increase at his words.

“No. I mean, my dad did once, but—” Lyric let out a gasp.

Rowan blew on her exposed pussy. He loved that she hadn’t waxed or shaved herself completely bare on top. Spreading her lips apart he found her clit was already exposed and red, and he knew she’d come apart with only a few swipes of his tongue. Her inner thighs were soaked. He ran his fingers through her sweet cream, tracing the outer edges before testing her readiness.

She bucked against him. He tapped her mound, making her still. Going back to tracing circles around her clit, he carefully avoided touching the bundle of nerves.

“Do you want to fuck my fingers, Lyric?”

She squirmed at his words. He wondered if any of her previous lovers had ever talked dirty to her. Using his index finger, he scraped his nail across the top of her clit.

“Fuck me, Rowan. With anything. God, I just want to come.”

He settled down between her thighs, spreading them farther apart. He lapped at the juice running out of her pussy like a starving man. “Not yet, darlin’. I don’t think you’re ready yet.”

“The fuck.” Lyric reached between her legs.

Rowan stopped her palm from coming between him and his treat. “What did I say?” He held her hand in one of his, while he gave her mound a firmer tap. “Now, keep your hands above your head, or I’ll tie them up.” More of her sweet arousal permeated the air. She may have never played before, but she enjoyed what he was saying and doing to her. Rowan rewarded her by licking a long swipe from her pussy to her clit.

“Yes, oh, Rowan. Right there.” She panted.

“If you do as I instructed and be a good girl I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name.” Her entire body shuddered, but her hands stayed in place.

Rowan nipped her inner thigh then licked at the mark, tasting her there. He could become addicted to all the flavors of this woman. He worked his way up her legs, licking and sucking every bit of flesh he came into contact with. Her pussy lips were so smooth, he wondered if she’d had waxed or had some sort of hair removal, Rowan wasn’t sure which, but was grateful. He made sure to pay proper homage to each one, taking it into his mouth and licking with care that had her thrashing on the bed.

By the time he inserted one finger into her pussy, the inner walls were already clenching. She was so tight around the one digit, he wasn’t sure how he’d get his dick into her. A few orgasms, he hoped, would make it easier because only an act of God could keep him from fucking Lyric.

He pumped in and out and sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time.

“Fuck, yes, I’m coming,” Lyric screamed.

Easing a second digit in, Rowan scissored them back and forth, stretching her little by little while she rode out her orgasm. He kept his fingers inside, but released the bundle of nerves, knowing it would be ultra-sensitive. He looked up Lyric’s body and would have sworn his heart stopped beating in that moment. Her arms were thrown above her head, a beautiful smile graced her lips, and her eyes were closed. A woman who trusted her partner would catch her if and when she fell. Rowan wanted to be that man for all time. His wolf woke up and gave him a silent nudge. His gums ached like he should allow his teeth to grow. An overwhelming urge to crawl up Lyric’s body and slide his cock deep inside her pussy and bury his teeth in her neck nearly had him pulling his fingers out and doing just that.

“Again, Lyric. I need to feel you come again.” She was so tight, he feared hurting her with his size.

“Inside me this time, Rowan.”

Rowan pumped his fingers, adding a third. “I need to make sure you’re ready.”

She gripped his hair. “I passed ready a few minutes ago.”

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Chapter Five

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L
yric looked down at the man who appeared prepared to spend the rest of the night between her thighs. Lying on top of the white comforter, she thought of all the debauchery they were going to do and hoped Mrs. McCartney forgave her. His large fingers felt great inside her, stretching deliciously, but she wanted his big cock. She wondered if she should tell him she’d never been with a man before.

“What about protection?” Rowan asked, swiping his tongue across her again.

Fuck, how can the man think of practical things? “There are things you’ll learn. One, we aren’t susceptible to human diseases. Two, we are only fertile twice a year. You and every other wolf will know when a female is in heat. It’s very similar to other canines, only we don’t need a dozen wolves to service us. We are just able to get pregnant at that time. Now, can we proceed?”

Heat lit his gorgeous eyes. “We will revisit this conversation later.”

She liked his possessive attitude. The way his words rumbled against her was another sensation in itself. “Okay, so will you fuck me now?”

“You are so going to get your ass spanked.” He growled.

“Promises, promises.” She squeezed her inner muscles around his fingers, hoping it would get him to move up her body. His eyes flashed from black to blue, and she feared she’d pushed him too far.

“Up,” he ordered, removing his fingers and body from hers. She felt herself being lifted and the coverlet being tossed to the foot of the bed. “Lie in the middle, and don’t touch yourself.”

Wow. Rowan was a totally demanding lover. She had never had a man, or wolf, tell her what to do like he was, but found she loved it. She’d never had a lover, so maybe they all did this. Somehow she doubted they all were like Rowan.

Watching him strip off his shirt, she was amazed at the flex and play of muscles. He tossed the flannel to the side then lifted his arms and pulled the undershirt over his head from behind. She loved how guys did that, the way they crossed their arms and effortlessly did the task was sexy as all get out. His jeans came next, and, with a tug, he pulled the sides apart. Gasping as his cock sprang free, Lyric licked her lips, imagining wrapping them around the mushroom-shaped head.

“Don’t do that or I’ll come all over your tits and then you’ll have to go get clean and I’ll have to start all over.”

“That doesn’t sound like a threat to me.”

He groaned. “You’re going to fucking kill me. Maybe your brother should’ve locked you away.”

Lyric grabbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. “What fun would that have been?”

Rowan’s grip on his dick looked painful, but he placed one knee on the bed and then the other. “Darlin’, I’m beginning to think I didn’t know the meaning of fun before you.”

His words sent warmth through her.

He settled on top of her, and she shifted her legs farther apart, raising them to rest against the back of his thighs.

Rowan held himself up on his elbows, looking down on her with a strange expression.

“What are you looking for?” she asked.

With a shake of his head, he brought his mouth down to hers. Lyric had been kissed before. Many times, but none had ever felt like a claiming the way Rowan’s kiss did. He turned his head and changed the angle of the kiss, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, and then did the same to the top. Good, lawd, the man was making love to her mouth.

He shifted, and she felt his cockhead brush against her pussy. She thought he was going to push into her, had hoped he would, but the diabolical man had other plans of torture. He continued to kiss her as if he had all the time in the world, rubbing her pussy with his dick, waking up her nerve endings all over again. She shifted, trying to force him to enter her.

Rowan chuckled against her mouth. “So impatient, luv.”

She didn’t take his word to heart. It was too soon, but she was sure she was on the cusp of falling hard for this man. Her wolf, and her own silly self, wanted to claim him for their own, but she made a promise. She would give him a chance to...decide what he wanted. Even if that was another woman, Lyric wouldn’t kill the faceless bitch. She’d try really hard not to hurt her too badly.

“Hey, where did you go?” Rowan asked.

She smiled and tried to shake off the fear he’d choose another. “Nowhere. I was just worrying about everything.”

“I must not be doing this right then.” He sighed.

Lyric wanted to tell him it was her not him, but then he began nibbling on her neck. She loved having her neck bitten just right. Nobody had ever done it the way he was, with just enough pressure she actually felt her body responding with little tremors. “Oh, fuck me.”