Page 11 of Wolf's Wild Woman

“We carry pagers like doctors do. All of us have them. They’re only used in emergencies.”

“Have you had very many emergencies?”

“One or two,” he admitted.

We fell back into silence for a bit. Usually I did well with quiet, but I was antsy. Watching Taylor had me all worked up. I needed…something.

“Where are we going?”

“Toward the other side of town. I’ve got a house just down from where Bas set up the main residence for the James Pack.”

“Is that where you’re taking me for the night?”

He glanced my way and made a noncommittal response somewhere between a grunt and a growl. I wanted to ask him about the mate thing. Did he really believe I was his mate? I wasn’t sure how I felt about it yet. I liked him. He’d turned me on from the time I’d caught a glimpse of him. His voice. His eyes. His size. He was a man who made a woman feel protected. And he thought I was worth it. I kept hearing him say that over and over in my head.

We pulled into the drive of a sprawling farmhouse. The porch was the first thing to catch my attention. It was one of those that wrapped around the whole house. I’d always wanted a house with a porch like that.

“We’re here.” He handed me the keys, front door key sticking out. “Open the door. I’ll grab your stuff and bring it in.” He moved before I could say anything.

Curiosity propelled me forward. I wanted to see his house, to see if there was anything to tell me more about him. I left the door open then wandered the main floor. The best I could say was it was…functional. There were no personal touches. Only basic furniture. The walls were all bare. He probably hadn’t been here long enough to put up anything or really do much of anything. I turned another corner and ran smack into Taylor’s hard chest.

“Everything’s in the living room for now. You can figure out where you want to put it all later.” His hand rubbed up my side, the backs of his fingers brushing the side of my breast and sending my nipple to tingling awareness.

I made a decision in that moment, and taking a deep breath, I stepped into him.

“Planning to keep me here, Taylor?”

He nodded, leaned in and nipped my bottom lip with his teeth. “Forever.”

He took me under with his kiss, devouring me in a way that had every part of my body screaming with need. By the time he let me up for air, I was wrapped around him, my fingers buried in his hair. He cradled my ass in his hands, holding me firmly against him, and took the stairs two at a time. The next thing I knew, I was lying on his bed with Taylor over me.

He made quick work of our clothes. Quick being the operative word. Too quick. Things were moving far too quickly.

“Wait.” I pushed against his chest, and though I felt how much he wanted me, Taylor leaned back, dropping his head and taking a shaky breath. But stopping.

“What is it, baby?”

God, that voice of his. It made me so wet.

“Lights. I want to see you.”

His body tensed, and I felt the moment he forced himself to relax. He moved off me and padded across the room. With the flip of a switch, the room illuminated. Taylor illuminated. He stood tall and proud as I let my gaze roam over him. He was a big guy. Tall, yes. But so damn muscular he was scary with his clothes on. Without them. God! And he was definitely big all over. My gaze centered on his cock, and it jerked under the attention, smearing cum on his belly.

He slowly stalked toward the bed, letting me look my fill of him. As if I ever could.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, and I smiled.

“I was thinking the same about you.”

I caught my breath as he grasped my feet and tugged me down the bed toward him. Then he went to his knees and nibbled along the inner edge of my foot, interspersing each nip with soft presses of his lips. His hands rubbed and kneaded my flesh. Touching me…everywhere. I didn’t have to ask what he was doing. He was making sure I was relaxed and ready for what was coming next.

He took his time, and as he slowly made his way up my body, I let my hands explore him. I traced the muscles in his arms, the width of his shoulders, and ran my fingers through the lush locks on his head. Soft, thick. The sensation made me think of something else of his that softly rubbed along my inner leg. Something even thicker.

Then his lips tickled along my labia and had me catching my breath again. His fingers tightened where they held my thighs spread. He groaned as if in agony then slipped his tongue between the lips of my sex and rubbed me from my engorged bud to my slick opening. And he didn’t stop. He used his tongue like a mini cock, fucking my channel then lashing it back up to my clitoris and tapping it before sucking the swollen nub into his mouth.

I arched up off the bed, fingers clenched in the comforter under me while my legs tightened until I worried they might snap from the pressure. He pushed a finger inside me. It was larger than mine and filled me in a way I’d never been able to. And that was his finger. I’d seen his cock. It was so much bigger. Warmth trickled through me, radiating from my womb and moving outward toward my fingers and toes and the crown of my head. Magic. He was working magic on me, and I forgot to do anything but feel, to ride the waves of pleasure that slowly grew inside me.

Then the dam burst, and I wasn’t sure how to the rush of ecstasy at bay or why I’d even want to. I flew into it, soaring so high I wasn’t sure I’d ever come back down. Somehow, Taylor managed to anchor me. He maneuvered us so one arm was wrapped around my waist, his palm flat on my lower belly, fingers holding my lower lips parted so he could see every hidden part of me. He’d skimmed the other hand up my torso and played with my nipples, plumping and tugging them then giving them a slight pinch that rode the edge of pain without ever tumbling over into it.

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