Omega's Run (16 page)

“If you want me to quit jabbing you, then you need to quit rubbing that hot little ass of yours against my dick.”

There was a moment of silence before she moved again; grinding herself back against me even harder and I could hear the grin in her voice when she spoke. “But it’s so much fun, seeing the cracks in that hard assed exterior of yours,” she whispered.

My arm tightened around her waist and I purposely shifted forward, my dick sliding into the cleft of her cheeks, nothing but two thin layers of clothing between us, as far as I could tell. I couldn’t feel any sign that she was wearing any panties under her tactical pants but I resisted the urge to slide my hand to her hips to check. She could still decide to kill me for touching her; I was pretty sure I was fast enough to prevent any
serious
bodily harm, but she was smart and had gotten the drop on me before. Calculated and patient, I liked that about her. It was another thing that called to me on a more basic level.

Whatever game she was playing, tease the wolf-kind, or something, I could play along until it looked like she was done. Besides, it wasn’t much of a hardship on my end. Murderous bitch she may be, but I had come to learn that Ava was a woman of integrity as well, and wouldn’t likely start something she wasn’t willing to finish. If she had just ignored my erection we both would’ve fallen asleep eventually and that would’ve been the end of it. Still, by acknowledging it, and even pressing herself against me... the implications spoke volumes.

I held still. As still as if I were out hunting and the prey suddenly looked in my direction. I didn’t want to spook her, I didn’t want to derail the uneasy truce and trust that we had been building. Seriously, when did sex become so damned difficult? It used to be if you liked someone you made a pass at them and if they responded we moved on. Nowadays a woman could seem completely willing to jump into the sack with you then suddenly they’re turning around and accusing a man of rape.

With a woman like Ava I was pretty sure more bullets or perhaps sharp objects would accompany any accusations of dissatisfaction over my behavior.

“Seriously?” she muttered a minute later and turned onto her back so she could more easily look at me.

“What?”

“I’m laying here rubbing my ass against your dick and you’re not going to do anything?” she demanded. “I’m basically telling you to shove that pipe you call a cock inside me and you’re not picking up the clues?”

When I didn’t say anything I could almost hear her roll her eyes, “I don’t understand how you ever manage to get laid. Seriously, I’m trying to make what is probably going to be a monumentally poor life decision here, now would you get on board? I thought you men were all about that.”

“Hey, in my defense most of the women that I find myself in such close proximity to haven’t
shot me
,” I protested. “Excuse the fuck out of me for being a little leery.” I moved my hand to her hip and pulled. She moved easily, throwing her leg over my body and I rolled with her until a moment later she was straddling me as I lay flat on my back on the bed, the blankets shoved to the side as we moved. I could feel the heat between her legs hovering just above my straining cock even through our clothes.

She paused with the hem of her shirt in her hands and looked down at me.

“You understand this doesn’t mean that I like you or anything, right? I’m just tired of fighting the attraction and it’s been a minute since I’ve been laid. This is just convenience.”

I gave her an incredulous look and almost laughed but I bit it back and simply drawled sarcastically, “Duh.”

“You might be a long time enemy,” she pointed out. “But you’re hot, and I really need to blow off some steam.”

“Understood,” I muttered impatiently, “Lose the clothes already.” She grinned and her hands came up, taking the shirt with them until she pulled it over her head and tossed the garment aside. My hands slid up her body, silken skin beneath my fingers until I was able to cup her breasts in my hands. As big as my hands were, her tits were still big enough that they spilled out of my palms, nipples already hard and wanting so I pulled her down with one hand on the back of her neck and brought my mouth to her left nipple.

A quiet sigh escaped her as my lips and tongue slid over her skin and I sucked at the hardened nub of flesh, tugging gently with my teeth causing her to jump slightly; a strained moan slipping from her mouth.

“It’s been too damned long since someone did that,” she muttered as I shifted my attention to her other breast, kneading both carefully in my hands. “I’m not here for the foreplay, big boy,” she moaned a minute later and I couldn’t help but grin against the soft skin of her tits. Gun oil and jasmine swirled around me like a cloud and the scent of her just turned me on even more.

“Well if you don’t want foreplay you’d better lose the pants, and that means you gotta lose the boots. You’re gonna have to be on top since my leg’s still fucked up.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she drawled as she got off me, sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled off her boots and let them fall. She stood and unzipped her pants. “Just an excuse to make me do all the work.”

She shimmied her way out of her pants in that way that only a woman can manage and kicked them aside, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing any panties underneath, just as I’d suspected. I used my good leg to push my hips off the bed and pulled my sweats down as best I could. The bloodlust of earlier switched to just plain lust as her pheromones perfumed the air along with the jasmine and gun oil I associated with her.

She grabbed the waist of the sweats and pulled, helping me get them off and tossed them on the floor by the rest of her clothes.

I have never felt more exposed in my life, save back in that crazy bitch’s lab of terror, as I did when Ava turned to look at me, her jade green eyes sweeping over the length of my body. I know I’m a decent looking guy and that’s without being vain or bragging. I’m aware that I don’t have much to worry about in regards to my appearance, but somehow, under her scrutiny, I felt as if I wasn’t measuring up somehow. It was a new sensation and wasn’t helped by her slow walk to the foot of the bed. Fuck, it was hot watching her. I was already hard to the point of pain, and now we could add throbbing to the mix.

She stopped at the foot of the bed and eyed me for what felt like forever, I almost couldn’t stand it when she lowered herself and started crawling up the length of the bed, her breasts hanging heavy as they brushed along my good leg, sending shivers through my entire body.

Eventually she reached even with my cock, giving me a sly grin before her lips parted and she took me into her mouth, sinking almost entirely down my length in one smooth stroke. My hips jerked of their own accord and shoved the last inch or so down her throat. She swallowed me whole, throat muscles contracting around my head and I groaned, my head falling back against the pillow at the sensation. Her tongue slid against my skin, soft lips wrapped tightly around me in a hot, wet, embrace.

She pulled her head back, sliding slowly back up my length until just the head was left in her mouth and one hand closed around me, stroking slowly up and down. Her tongue teased at the tip and my hands fisted themselves in the sheets beneath me as I resisted the urge to shove her head back down.

“I thought you weren’t looking for any foreplay,” I groaned. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

She chuckled quietly, my head still between her lips and another shiver ran through my body at the vibration. I groaned inwardly as she pulled her mouth from me to speak, “You do have a point,” she admitted. She kissed the tip of my dick once and slid further up the bed. She leaned over, reaching for the bedside table and I cupped one heavy breast in my hand, kneading it gently. Her skin was incredibly soft and warm under my fingers, surprisingly so.

When she leaned back, moving her breast from my hand, she held a foil wrapped condom and I couldn’t help but arch a questioning brow at her. “You were expecting to need one of those?” I asked, amused.

She flushed slightly but glared at me and slapped my chest once. “No, I wasn’t expecting to need a condom when I brought you here. But this
was
my brother’s place. I found the box in the drawer the other day when I was getting you settled in here,” she huffed and tore the wrapper open. In just a moment she expertly rolled the condom down over my cock, threw a leg over my hips and positioned my head at her entrance. I could tell she was more than wet enough, I could smell how aroused she was and it was driving me a little nuts that she had all the control.

When she slid down my cock, her body spreading to accept me, my eyes slipped closed and I moaned quietly in unison with her. The heat of her body, the pressure of her pressing down on me. The smell of her; arousal, jasmine, and gun oil, all coalesced together in a heady cloud that I wished I could live on forever. Her skin was like silk beneath my fingers as my hands found her hips.

I couldn’t force myself to keep quiet when she started to move. She didn’t lift up off of me like some women would. No, instead she rolled her hips, a gentle motion that electrified my senses and had me jerking my hips against her, driving my cock deeper inside her.

“Oh fffffuck,” she moaned. “That is exactly wh-what I need.” She rested her hands on my chest, using me for purchase, nails digging into my skin as she rose above me finally, sliding almost completely off of me before slamming herself back down. Our bodies met with a loud slap and I felt every muscle slowly tense as the seconds wore into minutes. Over and over she rode me like an expert. I growled and sat up, bringing my mouth to her breasts. With her right nipple between my teeth I bit down gently and one hand slid between us. I placed my palm flat against her belly and my thumb searched through the slick folds of her pussy until I found that taught little nub of nerve endings.

I flicked it gently, once then twice. The third time finally sent her over the edge. When she came it was a quiet thing. Tightly controlled, just like she was. She didn’t scream and moan and shriek like a banshee. She stiffened above me, muscles coiling like steel springs beneath silken flesh. Her pussy gripped me like a vice as she trembled and shook and I groaned quietly, emptying myself into the condom.
Too soon, way too soon…

It took me a few minutes to catch my breath and when I did, I realized that she had slid off of me and was lying on the bed next to me, sweat gleaming on her skin. I pulled off the condom and tossed it in a small waste basket under the nightstand before I rolled back, pulled her naked body against me and pulled the blankets back over us.

“Bout fuckin’ time,” I muttered against her neck.

“Been waiting a while to fuck me?” she muttered dryly.

“No, happy you finally lost those fuckin’ boots,” I growled and after a moment of silence she started laughing quietly.

No other words were said or needed for a while after that. And eventually we dropped off to dreamland. I still needed to talk to her about going to see my brother, but that could wait until after we’d had a good night’s sleep.

Chapter 16

Ava

I’d never slept with someone before, let alone nude. It was a new thing for me, and I couldn’t explain why Remus, of all people, would be the one I would finally do it with. Let me explain; I’d hooked up, fucked, had plenty of sex in the nude, with plenty of dudes in the past, but when the deed was done? I’d always gotten up, gotten dressed and gotten the hell out. I didn’t stick around and I sure as fuck didn’t
sleep
with them.

When I’d stripped down and gone to fuck him, I seriously had only meant to do just that, get on, get off and get on with things, but the look in his eyes and on his face as I’d taken his length inside me had given me pause.

I’d really only meant to get rid of this hormone induced state of horny but something happened, something I couldn’t explain and not going to lie, had me thoroughly freaked out. The way he’d touched me… His hands, so gentle where they’d cupped my breasts, where they’d caressed my skin, I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t understand it, but something had made me return it in kind.

I’d meant to fuck Remus Reese, but instead, I’d been intimate with him, and then I’d gone and really let my guard down and I had slept with him and now I didn’t know what to do. I felt like I was wound tighter than a Timex and anxiety gnawed at me. Shit.
What did I fucking do? Who was that?
Because it sure as hell wasn’t the Ava Martine that I knew.

He pressed his lips to the bare skin on the back of my shoulder and it stole my breath. He hummed and the vibration made me shiver.

“Feel like a second round?” he asked.

Yes.

“I don’t know.”

He chuckled, “Don’t tell me I’m too much for you, Babycakes.”

I turned to look at him, expecting to see a smile, expecting to see that glint of ornery in his eyes that said he was just trying to get my goat. Instead, what I found was a careful consideration. The hunter stalking its prey, except not… he wanted me again. He really,
really
wanted me again, and I was surprised to find that I wanted him too.

I wanted him with an absolute fierce ache between my thighs, the like I had never experienced before. I rolled and he rolled with me until I was straddling his lean hips once more.

“A man could get used to waking up like this,” he commented dryly and his hands were back, smoothing across my skin, along the tops of my thighs, cupping my hips, tickling up my ribs to cup my breasts. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his touch, a little afraid. What if it was still there? What if I felt the same way I had last night, last time we’d…

“Hmm, we doing this bareback or you going to grab another rain coat? I don’t think I can wait to be inside you,” his voice was rough with need and I smirked, an act of sheer bravado on my part.

“What if I like the view from up here?” I asked, arching a brow.

“You can admire it all you want, once I’m inside you,” he said and I couldn’t argue his logic. I leaned way over and jerked open the drawer while his hands smoothed over every inch of me he could reach. I straightened and tore open the condom wrapper with my teeth.