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“Pack everything.We leave in fifteen minutes.”
Surprisingly, the pack settled and went about preparing for the move.Jarod didn’t dare look at Belle.It would be hard to keep the triumphant, if bemused, look from his face if he did.Second.How the fuck had he managed that?
Oh, well.He knew what they said about looking gift horses in the mouth.He wasn’t going to question the little good luck that had finally come his way.With just a little more, maybe he could pull this assignment together and wrench a miracle out of his ass by making sure both he and Belle actually survived.
Chapter Three
Regan stretched and squirmed against Butch’s groin.She wasn’t certain how long it had taken for them to… disengage… but they now seemed to be separated.Smiling, she mashed her bottom against him until she felt his cock begin to swell again.Given she’d been practically begging for him to fuck her for three long months, she was going to take advantage of him every chance she got.Wherever they were, there didn’t seem to be any need to be in a big hurry to leave.They weren’t tied up or handcuffed, and the locked door didn’t appear all that menacing, though she was hungry.
Rolling over, she nibbled her way down Butch’s chest, taking advantage of his proximity and his nakedness to make up for lost time.The beds were narrow, but she was resourceful.She shoved him to his back -- which wasn’t easy, because while he didn’t fight her, he didn’t help much, either.He seemed content to watch her through half-hooded eyes.
Until she straddled his thighs and bent down to take his half-hard cock in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, all pretense of sleep gone.“You don’t have to… Oh, Christ, you’re good at that.”
She hummed a smile around his cock, sucking on the upstroke only to slide back down, her lips and tongue gliding silkily over him.Over and over she tormented him with her mouth.Regan found she loved that slightly glazed look in Butch’s eyes right before they crossed and his head thumped back against the pillow.
The smug, female satisfaction humming through her was a huge high.She’d felt like a screw up since her freshman year at the University of Memphis.Probably because no one -- especially her science professors -- let her forget the little incident involving the science lab and the fire.Which led to several Memphis Fire Department units invading the campus.Which led to a turf war between university security and the arson investigators.But really.How was she supposed to know a little Bunsen burner could cause such a big fire?It was just a bagel, for crying out loud.
OK, so she hadn’t been cut out for forensics.After the Air Force she’d applied to Memphis PD, and she’d passed the police academy entrance exam on the first try, though the Bunsen burner incident had haunted her police academy days.Apparently, good news not only traveled fast, but stuck around.A long time.
Butch had never made her feel like a screw up.He took his role as her training officer and partner very seriously.He never hesitated to call her out when she did something stupid, but always in private, and he did so as an equal.Like she’d been on the job for years instead of months.Sure, his to-die-for, rock-hard body and rugged good looks had attracted her from the beginning, but it was the way he always treated her with respect that made her willing to risk everything to make him hers.
Now, it seemed the problem was solved for her.Being a werewolf might be a major pain in the ass -- as well as a real damper on her social life -- but if it meant Butch finally let her stake her claim on him, she wasn’t going to argue.
Regan continued her intimate inspection of his cock.She’d never really enjoyed sucking cock before, but this was different.She took him as far as she could.She gagged a little, but, perverse as it sounded, the feel of her throat tightening around his cock made her even wetter.She loved knowing he was more than enough for her, however the realization manifested itself.And he was a large man all over.Fortunately, she was woman enough to take all he had to give her and be ready for more.
When his cock began to thicken again, she pulled back, licking the head as she released him, then levered herself over him, straddling his hips and bracing herself with her hands on his chest.She wasn’t taking any chances on him getting stuck in her throat.She had other plans for that deliciously large bulge.She was so wet at the thought of him, her pussy slipped over his outthrust cock easily this time, like she was sliding home.She gasped at the heavenly feel of him, thick and hot, filling her so perfectly.
“Babe, are you sure?You know I’m gonna shift.I don’t have that much control.Yet.You know what’s gonna happen.”
“Counting on it.”She splayed her fingers over his chest, enjoying the contrast -- her fair, “Black Irish” looks against his dark golden skin.“I love your furry side.”
His nipples peeked through her splayed fingers, and she bent down to take a swipe over the left one with the tip of her tongue.The reaction was exactly what she’d wanted -- he bucked against her, driving his cock in deep.Both of them groaned, though she felt decidedly more comfortable than he sounded.She wished that was because he was concentrating so hard on the feel of his dick sliding balls-deep inside her, but she was almost sure he was still thinking.
She didn’t want him thinking.If he was still feeling guilty about not being able to control his shifting, she was determined to quell that now.“I love your body, Butch,” she whispered, lapping at his chest, nipping her way across its wide expanse.“And I love the way you feel buried deep inside my cunt.You’re so thick and hard…” She smiled when his shaft pulsed inside her.
“Oh, I’m definitely thick and hard.”Regan loved the husky, strained tone of his voice.Butch had never been one to show much emotion, so this was a treat.She’d begun to think the man was a machine.It was nice to know he was most decidedly human.
Kind of.If you didn’t count the werewolf part.
“I’m going to fuck you till you can’t remember why we shouldn’t do this,” she promised.With deliberate slowness, Regan moved, sliding up and down Butch’s cock until he gritted his teeth and his fingers bit into her hips.
Butch bared his teeth at her, driving up into her with a hard, jarring thrust.“I’d love to tell you all the reasons why this is a bad idea, but I can’t remember right now.It’s hard to think with my dick in that scalding hot and impossibly tight little pussy of yours.”
“All part of my plan.”Regan reveled in the delicious sensations.The bite of pain in her hips where he clung to her, the burning stretch of his cock.She loved it all.How she’d managed to keep her hands off him this long was beyond her, but, thankfully, she didn’t have to worry about it any longer.He was hers, and she was going to make damned sure he was aware of it.“You know,” she breathed, “I have every intention of doing this with you every single day from now on.And you’re not going to fight me on this.”
“How can you possibly want to talk about shit like that at a time like this?”He growled.“That’s taking unfair advantage.”
“Merely stating the facts as I see ‘em.”Regan arched her back, her long hair unbound and, she knew, tickling his balls with every move she made.
“Christ!”he bit out.Sitting up, he sucked one nipple into his mouth, never letting his hold on her go.Regan was more than willing to let him have what he wanted as long as he heard her out.
“Just promise me you won’t close yourself off from me ever again, Butch.You’re mine and I willnotlet you go.No matter what.Ex-wife be damned.”
Butch snorted.“As if she has a say in the matter.”
“Well, you seem to let her have her way a lot.”
