Chapter 5

In answer, he slid one long, thick finger inside me and hooked it, dragging it along my front wall and lingering on the spot that always makes me quiver. “Like that?” he whispered.

All I could do was make a wiggly moaning sound and nod. I bit my lip, and watched Erik’s beautiful face disappear between my thighs one more time for a long, slow lick that put my toes on edge.

“Make that little noise,” he whispered, kissing the little tuft of hair above my sex, and drilling into my eyes with his gaze. “Come on, Izzy; show me how good this feels.”

I didn’t know exactly what he meant but when the second finger slid into me I let out a quailing sound that made him grin. “Give... give me...

everything,” I moaned. “I need you so bad, Erik, don’t make... me wait...”

When he stood up, pulling away with one final kiss, I saw that he was swollen up, his muscles beginning to distend with excitement. Somehow, he was even bigger and more bestial than the day before in the office, which was the most excited I’d seen him get in a while. Something special was going on.

“You want this?” he ripped his shirt off, and unzipped his jeans, then was on me the next second. “You like how this feels?”

Before I could answer, his thickness stroked between our bodies, pressing on my clit and drawing a soft, breathy moan from my lips. I nodded and bit my lip, trying my best not to finish before he was even in me.

“Please,” I said, almost begging. “Don’t make me wait anymore I can’t... ah... ah! Yes!”

Erik slid himself in, his tip stretching me, and then the rest of him filling me up. I was so ready for him, so burning hot, that he just glided right in, all the way. His heavy, muscular body above me was almost as thrilling as the friction between my thighs.

Then, when he grabbed me, roughly kneading and squeezing my breast and circling my pebbled nipple with his thumb, I had just about enough.

Arching my back and digging my fingernails into Erik’s shoulders, I grinded down as hard as I could on the huge rod driving into my deepest parts.

“God damn I love those nails,” Erik groaned, ramming himself as deep as he could go. The heat from our bodies had sweat running down my stomach. “Scratch me harder.”

He drew back and looked at me, challenging me to do what he said.

“Come on,” he urged. “Scratch me good or I’ll stop.”

To prove his point, he grabbed my hips and held me still, refusing to let me do the work for him, and refusing me the pleasure I needed.

“I don’t... want...”

He drove in one time, hard and deep. “You don’t want what?” Erik pulled away, leaving an aching void. “Scratch me!”

“I don’t want... to hurt you,” I said, barely managing a grin.

Erik’s already huge arms swelled up even more, and short, hard, silverblack hairs started sprouting from them. He hunched forward and when he kissed my throat again, I felt the points of fangs instead of perfectly square teeth, and I became aware of his pointed claws digging into the flesh on my hips.

“Do it,” he commanded, rolling his head around on his shoulders. “Hurt me!”

Gasping, I dragged my nails from his shoulders to his elbows, leaving red trails that were visible even through his lupine fur.

“Yes!” he shouted, “again!”

By the time I finished the second scrape, he was almost frothing at the mouth. Erik held me in place, slamming into my deepest places, over and over, hard and fast and smooth. Every line of him thrilled me, every hair on his arms, his chest, and the tops of his thighs that burned against mine like a rug made me ache.

And then the last part of him swelled.

Erik threw his head back, drove so deep it hurt, and howled my name.

The muscles inside me clenched rhythmically with the pumps and the squeezes and the pulses of Erik’s cock. One second, we were both breathing hard, trying to stave off our climaxes for just a moment longer, and then in the very next, we were staring into each other’s eyes and both being taken away.

His explosion came first, but only a half-breath before mine. We lay there, trembling, holding one another tight, as our bodies gripped, grasped and finished each other’s pleasure.

“I really, really wish this didn’t have to end,” Erik said a few seconds later... or maybe a few minutes, it was hard to tell with how googly and jumbled my thoughts always got. “But... I’m afraid it does.”

“End?” I said. Looking up at him, I drank Erik in as he pushed away and his muscles shrank from totally inhuman to simply mostly unbelievable. His hard hairs receded, and his teeth went back to being perfect examples of dentistry. “But... you don’t mean us do you?”

He cocked his eyebrow. “No?”

“Oh,” I said, slightly embarrassed. “I thought you meant...”

“No, no, no. I promised you I was going to figure out some way to convince the pack that there’s no reason I can’t claim you as my actual, official mate.”

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Then, what he said hit me. “I guess I just don’t understand,” I said. “They all seem to like me okay, right? So what’s the big deal?”

Erik squinted a little bit. “It’s complicated,” he replied. “There are a lot of rules and regulations and quid-pro-quos about what we can and can’t do.

And, ever since you graduated from being my secretary to being my... er...”

“Assistant?”

He grunted a laugh. “Yeah, assistant. There was some tension about having a pureblood human involved in pack business.”

That took me a little by surprise. “There... was? Why is this the first I’m hearing of it? And if they didn’t want a human here, why am I here?”

Erik raised his hands defensively. “I said at first. It was my idea, to bring a pure blood in. To be honest with you, I’m a little tired of how insular and prickly this community’s gotten and I thought it’d do some good to have a little bit of a different perspective kicking around. And so far, I’ve been right.”

“Okay,” I said. “If that’s true, then what’s the big deal? They didn’t like me at first, then they got used to me being around the courtroom and confidential town business, but I can’t be the alpha’s girlfriend? What kind of ridiculous—”

“Like I said, it’s complicated.” Erik let out a sigh.

But I wasn’t finished.

“What I don’t get is why you don’t just do what you say you’re going to do and to hell with the rest. I mean, you are the alpha. You run the town.

Right?”

“Well...”

“Am I right or not?” I unashamedly crossed my living room and put my hands on my hips, still naked from the waist down. “You’re the alpha, right?”

“That’s true,” he said. “Listen, I’m not entirely sure I like the way this is going. I was trying to be nice, you know? Give you a little bit of a romantic segue to the next part of the day?”

I pursed my lips. “This is getting old,” I said.

“What is?” He put his hands up defensively. “The mind blowing sex? The day-long escapades into the mountains that generally end up including mind blowing sex? What exactly is getting old, Izzy?”

I was quiet for a second, considering my words. “Not knowing. Not knowing if you’re serious about what you’re telling me, or if you’re just stringing me along. I’ve had my share of men string me along, you know. I don’t want any part of that. Not anymore, not from you.”

“Hey,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me close. His arm went instantly around my waist, and when he held me tight, I felt his manhood thicken in his just-zipped jeans. “When’s the last time I lied to you?”

I looked down and ran my hand along the muscles in his side and copped a little feel. “Never, I guess,” I said.

“Uh-huh. Not once. Right?”

I stroked my hand along his hardening cock. Already I wanted him again, I was so ready for him... I had no idea how he did this to me, even two years on, I had no idea. We just couldn’t get enough of each other.

I nodded and bit my lip. “Can we...?”

That got a half-grin to crawl across Erik’s perfect face. That damn dimple poked out and made my knees go stupid. “I wish,” was all he said.

Groaning, and so full of desire I was about to burst, I finally figured out what he’d done.

Somehow, some way, Erik coming here and stoking the fire between my legs himself had me pumped full of more residual excitement than just some phone sex.

“Don’t tell me,” I said, laughing a little.

“Town council meeting,” Erik said, bending down to kiss me and run his hands underneath my ass. “I love these curves,” he groaned. “But... city business. I’ll drive?”

“Erik?” I said as he turned to the door and I pulled my very wet shorts up, then back off, realizing I needed to change to something less dripping.

“Hmm?”

“I hate you,” I said. “So, so much.” I couldn’t help but grin as I zipped my jeans.