Sharon's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 10) (9 page)

She stayed very still, but he could tell she didn’t feel the same thing he felt. It was subtle, not a huge aftershock, but still there.

“We have to go.” He righted himself and scrambled to find the rest of his clothes behind him in the living area.

“Go where? It’s late. I’m exhausted. Let’s sleep.”

He chuckled as he sat on her couch to tug his shoes and socks on. “You could sleep right now?”

“Well, no, but…”

“I need to go back to my office where my equipment is and see where the epicenter of that tremor was.”

“Now?”

“Yes. Now. I’m a seismologist, baby. It’s what I do.”

She set her hands on her hips. “I’ll stay here.”

“No, you won’t. I’m not leaving your side for an instant.”

“Afraid Jackson will swoop in and claim me behind your back?” she teased.

“Something like that.” He didn’t meet her gaze as he found his wallet on the floor and stuffed it into his pocket. She wasn’t too far off the mark.

“Come on. Did you not just see that spirit breaking us apart so we could hardly kiss without pissing it off? Don’t you think it would do the same thing if Jackson were here instead of you?”

“No idea. Don’t intend to find out.”

“Possessive much?”

“Very.” He stopped looking around and turned to face her, glancing up and down her body. “As much as it pains me to say this, could you maybe put on more clothes? Like a turtleneck and a thick sweater and some baggy jeans or something?”

She tipped her head back and laughed. “No way.”

“Baby, it’s chilly outside,” he rationalized, stepping closer until he was in her space. He took her hand and tugged her toward the hallway. Her bedroom had to be down there somewhere, and inside would be bigger clothes that would keep him from ogling her sexy frame while he worked.

“I’m a wolf. You think I can’t handle a little nip in the air?”

He found the room he was looking for and dragged her inside. When he squared off with her, he glanced at her chest. Her nipples were stiff. They had been teasing him ever since he walked in the door.

She gasped when he let his hands roam over her hips and up her waist until he cupped her fantastic tits. “Cover these, Sharon. I swear to God, you need to stop arguing with me and put some clothes on.” He stroked his thumbs over her nipples, making them poke out farther as she rose onto her tiptoes.

“Cooper…” The way she moaned his name made his cock stiffen. At this rate, he wasn’t going to stay alive long enough to claim Sharon.

“Baby, please…” he whispered into her hair, knowing he wasn’t helping matters at all, his hands molding to her breasts with enough pressure he could feel her nipples poking into his palms.

He released her breasts, but only to let his hands wander down her body, over her hips, to the hem of her dress. Fuck Nature. That black aura could hover next to them for all he cared. He wanted to pull this tight dress over Sharon’s head and feast his eyes on what lay beneath. He wanted to push her onto the bed, spread her legs, and inhale long and slow of her essence. He wanted more. Everything.

His eyes fluttered closed.

She leaned in closer, as if that were possible, pressing against his cock while her hands wandered up to the back of his head.

The hem of her dress rose with her. He could smell the arousal leaking from her pussy. He needed to taste her.

A shrill noise wormed its way into his brain, jarring him until he realized it was his phone.

Sharon jerked, releasing him and jumping out of his arms. “Shit.” Her chest rose and fell with every breath. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she lifted her arms to run her fingers through her hair.

God, she was gorgeous. Her breasts rose high, swollen and pressing against the tight material of her black dress. “Are you going to answer that?”

He shook thoughts of ignoring the call and flattening his soon-to-be mate onto the mattress from his muddled mind and reached into his pocket to extract the phone. He connected with his team instantly. “Hamilton here.” He glanced away, cleared his throat, and repeated his name in a stronger voice someone might be able to hear. “This is Cooper.”

“Dude, you on your way? Did you feel that?”

“Yes. I’m headed that way now.” He followed Sharon around the room with his gaze while his coworker rattled on about the size of the tremor and the location of the epicenter.

Her space was immaculate, but then again, she’d expected to mate with another man tonight. Her bed was king-size, thank God. He licked his lips as he took in the missionary style headboard and footboard. The slats would come in handy. And since he didn’t have a place to live, he realized this would be his temporary home until the three of them built their dream home on the land left by his grandfather—the land shared equally with his four siblings near the edge of the reservation.

He pointed at her closet while he listened to Chuck continue to yap excitedly. Earthquakes were their adrenaline rush. He couldn’t deny he felt a certain amount of exhilaration. “Get dressed,” he mouthed.

She scrunched her face up and then did the unthinkable.

Facing him head on from about three yards away, she grasped the hem of her dress and drew it over her head.

His knees shook. All the blood rushed from his face and chest. He almost dropped the phone as she lifted her arms high above her head, stretching out her long lithe body. Her legs went on forever. Her pussy was covered with just a small swatch of black lace, the same matching lace that barely covered her nipples and left nothing to the imagination about the size of her pert, high tits.

When she lowered her hands and dropped the dress on the floor, he swallowed. Her breasts remained high and firm. Swollen. He could just make out her nipples under the edge of lace, hard tips that had to be sensitive against her bra. Her belly hollowed as she took deep breaths.

And then she turned around and graced him with her perfect ass cheeks, her thong almost invisible between them.

He leaned forward, putting a hand on his knee and gasping for oxygen as if he’d just run a race at top speed. The phone almost slipped from his other hand. “I’ll be there as fast as I can,” he muttered before ending the call and dropping the device on the floor.

“What did you want me to wear again?” she asked. The imp twirled a lock of her hair around one finger.

He could smell her arousal filling the room as if his face were buried in her pussy.

Righting himself, he took two long strides to reach her. He grabbed her by the hips, lifted her off the floor, and turned to flatten her onto the bed.

She bounced with a yelp and then giggled, pressing her heels into the mattress in an effort to scoot away.

He was faster, though. He grabbed her thigh, dragged her closer to the edge of the bed, and spread her wide open.

And then he closed his eyes and inhaled long and slow, letting her scent penetrate deeper. “Fuck, you smell good.” He lowered his face toward her pussy, still breathing heavily of her powerful pheromones. Unimaginable lust drove him to nuzzle her warmth through the small, black, lace triangle.

When he reached out with his tongue and pressed it against her clit, she squealed. She writhed beneath him, her hands grasping his head.

He released one thigh, braced it open with his shoulder, and tugged the swatch of lace to one side with his fingers. He didn’t care if he ripped the thong. He’d buy her another.

Or not.

All the lace did was tease him and get in the way.

The second he dipped his tongue into her tight warmth to draw out her arousal, the floor shook beneath him.

His head was forcibly removed from its goal, and he lifted his face, holding his mate by the thighs to ride out the small quake.

It only lasted seconds, but it was stronger than the last.

Her face was flushed as it ended.

“We have to go.” His voice was foreign to him, gravelly from arousal.

She nodded.

He glanced down at her pussy and moaned as he righted her thong and then stood, hauling her to sitting. “Baby…” He set his forehead against hers.

“Yeah…” She didn’t need to say anything else.

They had to stop fooling around like this. Hell, they might cause an even bigger earthquake if they didn’t wait for Jackson to come around before they tempted Fate with their lust. Was that even possible?

“I’ll get dressed.” She scooted forward, getting closer to him, needing him to step back so she could get up.

He cupped her face and glanced back and forth between her deep brown eyes. There were no words. Just emotion. Palpable emotion that filled the room to mix with the scent of unfulfilled need.

She swallowed.

Before he got caught up in her again, he reluctantly released her and stepped back. “Jeans. Several layers of shirts. If you must keep that lingerie on underneath, at least cover it with something to keep my mind off your damn curves.”

He stroked a finger between her breasts, loving the way she arched into his touch once more, moaning as she gripped his forearm. “Let’s go.”

Sharon plopped down on the brown vinyl couch in the large conference room at the junior college, tipped her head back, and stared at the ceiling. At first she’d found the equipment and machines monitoring the seismic activity fascinating—for about half an hour.

The room Cooper had been assigned to use as a temporary office had counter space and narrow tables around the periphery. All available surfaces were covered with computers and printers. To one side was a long conference table that seated ten. And the one wall that wasn’t covered with equipment held the tan couch she occupied.

After a while, she grew bored, and no amount of pacing or holding her breath would distract her from the overbearing man filling the space with his scent and his presence. He had four people working for him. All of them were nerdy scientist guys.

For some reason, Cooper didn’t strike her as dorky, but then again, it was possible she was designed to see him in a certain light.

He was confident and totally competent as he directed his team, gathering data and analyzing the results.

Sharon watched him intently, enjoying the lines of his body, the way his muscular ass filled his jeans. She licked her lips when he bent over to look at something, and almost immediately he twisted around to shoot her a knowing glare.

He suffered the same way she did. He tapped his fingers constantly on the desk, the table, his thigh… Nervous energy that had no escape.

She clenched her legs together, wishing the denim of her jeans would rub her hard enough to allow her to come. She didn’t even care if she came in front of these guys as long as she got relief somehow. The chances of them noticing were slim. They were so involved in their work they barely noticed her.

And she couldn’t describe a single one of them, either. Her attention was focused on one man only. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She also spent half her time wondering where Jackson was. Was he asleep? That seemed unlikely. The more reasonable scenario was that he was pacing his apartment and thrumming his fingers on any surface he could reach just like Cooper.

It was the middle of the night. The three of them had first entered the same space at the same time at approximately nine o’clock Friday night. That was six hours ago. How many hours could mates go without solidifying the claiming?

“There,” Cooper shouted, tapping his pointer to a spot on a map spread out all over the table. “That’s the epicenter.”

The other guys nodded.

Cooper turned toward Sharon, grabbing his jacket off the back of a chair. “Let’s go.”

“What? Now?” She sat up straighter, thinking he’d lost his mind.

“Yep.”

“Boss?” Apparently one of the guys thought it was ludicrous too.

Cooper waved him off. “Just going to get closer so I can be ready to access the area when the sun comes up.”

“Okaaay.” The guy drew out that one word in a way that suggested he thought his boss had lost his marbles.

Sharon couldn’t blame him.

Cooper shrugged into his jacket and tossed Sharon’s into her lap. “Come on.”

She hauled herself off the couch, stuffing her arms in her sleeves, and followed him.

As he led her to the car, he made a call. “Stuart… Yeah, I didn’t figure I would be waking you… Yeah, I’m on my way there now… Okay, will do. Later.”

“Who’s Stuart?” she asked as she put her seatbelt on.

“My boss. In Spokane. He’s up, of course. Watching the data.” He turned to smile. “And he’s a shifter, so he understands what we’re about to do.”

“Which is?” She wasn’t sure she was going to like this.

“Park as close as possible and shift. We’ll get to the epicenter in no time, check it out, and be back at the car before dawn.”

“Why would we do that?”

He grinned. “Because we can.”

“Uh-huh.” She closed her eyes and shockingly was able to sleep for about twenty minutes, which was how long it took them to get to the spot. She woke up when Cooper pulled the car onto a gravel road, the crunch of the tires jarring her.

“Sorry, baby.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her gently toward him, setting their entwined fingers on his thigh. “Feel better?”

“Marginally.” She wiped sleep from her eyes with her free hand, wondering what the state of her makeup was.

A few minutes later, he pulled the car over and shut off the engine. “We’re going to shift here, leave everything, and run the last bit to the location. It’s not far.”

“And what exactly is this going to tell us? I mean, earthquakes are way underground, right?”

He nodded as he tugged his shirt over his head and reached for the button on his jeans. “Yes. But my gut tells me there’s something happening above it.” He lifted his hips and shrugged out of the denim covering his cock.

Sharon’s mouth went dry. She couldn’t move. She simply watched as he gracefully tossed all his clothes into the backseat and then reached for the door. “Come on.”

She still watched as he turned and stepped out, his ass so unbelievably fine she wanted to clasp it with both hands. “How about if I wait here,” she suggested.