Wild Love (Wilding Pack Wolves 2) - New Adult Paranormal Romance (13 page)

“Oh Jesus,” Noah whispered. “So tight. So good. Ride me, Em. Harder.”

She couldn’t even form words. The pleasure was insane and building fast. Each stroke was a lightning rod straight to the hot nerves in her sex, stretching wide all around him, hugging him tight, taking him deeper inside with each stroke. His hands held her body, warm and firm, guiding her and urging her on. Then he slid one to the front, circling her still-sensitive nub with his thumb. She shrieked with the bolt of pleasure that shot through her, tipping her head back, gripping his shoulders, and pounding down on him as hard as she could. Stars swam in front of her eyes as the pleasure rushed to a peak then exploded throughout her body, pulsing from where she and Noah were connected, joining bodies and moans in one cascade of sound and pleasure. It was so much
more
than the first time. As the waves of her orgasm started to subside, she slowed her pace, but kept riding him, kept moving, kept taking him deep inside.

He was still hard.
Just as hard and full as before. Right as she was wondering if she’d done something wrong, Noah’s strained voice broke through the haze of pleasure buzzing her brain.

“Emily,” he gasped.

“Yes?” She looked down at his face, hardened with something that might be pain, but she didn’t think it was.

“I want to take you like this,” he said, voice rough. He held her tight as he shifted positions, laying her back on the couch with him on top. His cock was still buried inside her, connecting them with something indescribably intimate as he peered into her eyes.

“You’re the most beautiful thing in this world, Emily Jones,” he said, voice still tight, but more under control. “Tell me I can have you this way.” He slid almost all the way out and then thrust back in, harder than any thrust she had been able to manage perched on top of him.

She let out a breath of surprise then reached for him, digging her hands into his back. “Harder,” she said, looking straight into his eyes.

He groaned, his eyes hooding with pleasure, then he thrust into her again. Still fresh off her last orgasm, she didn’t think she could feel any more pleasure, but
this…
this was something entirely new. He thrust again and again, each time jolting fresh heights of pleasure through her.

His groan turned into a growl. “You are
mine.
All mine.” Each thrust was another possessive pulse, pushing her higher. Then something deep inside her wound tighter than it had ever been and released in an orgasm so hard it had her throwing her head back, screaming his name, and bucking so hard against him that she lifted them both momentarily off the couch. Noah’s growl went guttural, and he froze. She could feel his release, pulsing hot, filling her with that seed that he promised wouldn’t make babies for her.

Even as she fell through the cascade of her receding waves of pleasure, she believed him in his promise… and almost wished it weren’t true. Because she could already feel the heartbreak, the separation that would come, first their bodies, and then more. It would have to come eventually because Noah Wilding was a shifter, and a shifter wouldn’t keep a human like her. She wished for a small piece of him to take with her… a child with his warm smile and gentle eyes. It was utterly foolish to wish for such a thing, but she let herself do it, just for a moment, while he was still inside her, still groaning his release, still coming down from the peak of pleasure he’d driven her to three times. And when he finally pulled out, lifting himself away from her, disconnecting, she let that little dream die… as it should.

She wouldn’t regret any of this, no matter if it was all there would ever be.

Because she had never felt more fully alive in her life as she did in that moment… and she owed it all to Noah Wilding.

Noah nestled his face into the crook of her neck, still breathing hard. “I think I might have died and gone to heaven.” His arm was heavy across her chest, even though he was holding most of his weight off her, but the thick post-pleasure haze enveloped them both like a cocoon, and Emily wouldn’t move out of it for anything.

They lay that way until their breathing calmed.

Then Noah lifted his head to look in her eyes. “You okay?” he asked gently.

“Much better than okay.” She smiled.

He returned her smile, and it lit her from within. Then he kissed her softly on the lips and rose up from the couch. A small pain sliced through her chest. Was it already over? Would he send her home? But before she could get too far with that train of thought, much less make it off the couch, Noah scooped her up into his arms. He was ridiculously strong, as if lifting her and cradling her to his chest took no effort at all.

Then suddenly they were moving. “Where are we going?” she asked, although it quickly became apparent they were heading toward the back of his apartment.

“I’d love to say I’m taking you to bed for more sex,” he said with a smirk, “but you need to rest.” He kicked open the bedroom door, crossed the room, and carefully laid her on the bed.

For a moment, she was afraid he might leave her there, alone, but then he climbed over her, tugging back the blankets and rearranging the pillows. It wasn’t a large bed
—
really meant for one
—
but he tucked her into his chest, spooning her from behind as he pulled the blankets up to cover her quickly-cooling skin. It was all so gentle and thoughtful and sweet, it pricked tears to her eyes. She was glad she was turned away from him so he wouldn’t see.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked.

She murmured her yes, and his hands found a home on her body, carefully holding her like she was something breakable and precious. A tear slowly slid down her cheek; she didn’t brush it away, for fear of letting him know it was there.

“Rest, sweet Emily,” he whispered in her ear.

So she closed her eyes and did.

Noah noticed something was missing even before he opened his eyes.

Emily.

His eyes popped open as his hands found the cold sheets next to him. He stilled, listening for her in the bathroom or outside his bedroom in the apartment…
nothing.

Had she left already? He was surprised how much that thought instantly chilled him, almost as much as the empty space her small body had occupied in his bed. Maybe she was just being quiet. He practically launched himself out of the bed, searching the bathroom and kitchen and living room, but his apartment just wasn’t that big. And Emily definitely wasn’t in it.

The chill in his chest trickled into his stomach and made it clench. Her words from before, when they first met, hurtled back to him:
I just wanted one night. That’s all.
That was all it was supposed to be from the beginning. And he understood why, now that she’d told him what had happened with her uncle. Maybe she’d gotten what she wanted from Noah—a hot night of sex—and now she was gone.

He shook his head as if to fling that thought away. That didn’t make sense, not the way they were together last night. They hadn’t simply fucked… they’d made love. He knew the difference—but maybe she didn’t. Maybe this crazy feeling he had that he was falling in love with her… maybe that was just
him.
Or worse—maybe last night had triggered some kind of flashback and she’d fled.

His heart sank with that thought.

He was still naked from their lovemaking, but when he scrambled to find his pants, it wasn’t because he was bothering with clothes—he wanted his phone. Just as he found her number in his recent calls, he saw there was a message from her.

Took a taxi back to the office. New idea re:tracking bad guys. Call you soon.

His pounding heart settled a little as he read her text, but it still left him feeling empty. Back to the office. Back to the bad guys. No mention of the time they’d spent together.

Noah rubbed his face with his free hand. Was he really this wrapped up in this girl? Couldn’t he just be casual about it, the way she was? But the tight knot in his stomach answered that for him:
no.
It hadn’t really been casual for him from that first moment she stepped through the motel door all trembling and brave, trying to do something to change her life. To heal herself from wounds he didn’t even know she had. Not from the minute she softly petted his wolf form or declared she would catch the bad guys targeting shifters even though she was human herself.

No, it had all been a fast downhill slide into loving Emily Jones after that.

And it wasn’t “WildLove”—a fast hookup—but the real kind.

He wasn’t about to screw that up or let her slip away.

Noah texted quickly.
Missed you when I woke up. Call me.
Then he grabbed his clothes and headed for the shower. While the water washed away all traces of their lovemaking from the night before, he thought through what this hard-ache feeling inside him truly meant.

He was a white wolf—whatever that truly was—and he was falling in love with a human.

He knew what his brother, Daniel, would say about that—forget her and move on. But Daniel didn’t know what Noah was… and in some ways, he didn’t really know, either. What it meant or what he was capable of. By the time he finished his shower, he had hoped Emily would have called or at least texted back:
nothing.
While he was waiting for that to happen, he needed to get his head straight about who he was and what he was doing with her… before he got in any deeper.

And for that, he knew just who he needed to talk to:
Owen Harding.

Owen was mated to Noah’s cousin, Nova Wilding, but more importantly, he’d been transformed into a white wolf by the experiments, just like Noah. Only Noah was pretty sure Owen wasn’t a secret male witch as well. Maybe. That was a conversation he was overdue in having, especially given the Texan was older than Noah, mated now, and probably considering pups as well. In short, he might be able to help Noah sort out this mess that he was.

Noah sent a quick text to his brother, Daniel, saying he wouldn’t be returning to the safehouse this morning—it appeared they had no more leads on the bomber from last night anyway—then he texted Owen to see if he could swing by Wylderide. Owen had given up his job with Riverwise security to be alpha of the pack there, as well as help run the company, so it was a good bet he was in the office this morning.

Bingo.
Sure,
Owen texted back.
Always got time for ya’ll.

Be there in twenty,
Noah replied, then grabbed his keys and headed out.

A quick drive across town, and Noah was cruising into the Wylderide office on the twenty-fourth floor of a gleaming high-rise in downtown Seattle. He gathered a few nods on the way in—Noah had helped rescue their CEO, so the pack was pretty friendly to Riverwise these days—but he didn’t stop, heading straight to Owen’s office. It was empty, so he swung into Nova’s next door.

Nova and Owen were both at her desk, gathered around her screen, holding hands while they discussed something. They were pretty damn cute together. You could practically see the mating bond between them, something that Noah would never have, not fully, no matter what he decided to do with Emily.

Nova noticed him first. “Hey, cuz!” she said brightly, waving him in.

“Where’s the fire?” Owen asked with that Southern drawl he has. “You sure got here fast.”

“Can I borrow your mate for a few minutes?” he asked Nova. To Owen, he said, “It’s not an emergency or anything.” Although his bunched-up stomach wanted to disagree with that.

Owen frowned but rose up from his chair. “Nova just barely tolerates me poking into the business anyway.”

“That’s not true!” she protested.

“True enough that you can spare me for a bit.” Owen gave her a small smile.

“Well, all right,” Nova said, making a show of shooing him out. “But only because it’s Noah. And get back here when you’re done! I want to finalize these game specs before we let the designers loose on them.”

“Hold on… who’s alpha around here, again?” Owen said with a smirk, but he was already at the door with Noah.

Nova mock-scowled at him. “You’re alpha when I say you are.”

“Guess I’ll have to come back and prove you wrong.” Owen’s smirk was loaded with all kinds of promises Noah really didn’t need to see.

Nova’s eyes flashed in return.

“Come on, guys,” Noah complained. “Give a bachelor wolf a break. I do
not
need to know what you’re doing in this office when the door’s closed.”

Owen just chuckled and clapped a hand on Noah’s shoulder, ushering him out of the room. Once they were inside Owen’s office with the door closed behind them, the older wolf’s face grew more serious. “I hear you guys are having it rough with the WildLove bomber,” he said. “Glad to see you’re in one piece.”

“White wolves are hard to kill,” Noah said, jumping right into it.

Owen’s eyebrows lifted. “Is that right?”

Noah nodded. Owen had to know his own white wolf had amazing healing properties—Noah had witnessed it first hand when Owen had come back practically from the dead.

“So this is about the experiments, then,” Owen said gravely. “Did they give you the freakish claws as well?”