chapter 12
One minute Shyne had been sitting on the stool behind the bar, one leg crossed over the other, and her fingers drumming on her thigh. The next minute...where the hell had she gone? His wolf snapped in his brain, and he spun with a snarl, intent on tearing the bar apart to find her, to make sure she was safe. Although it was well known within the pack that she belonged to him, the bar was swimming with humans, and even the best behaved male wolf could be a real beast when alcohol loosened his control.
As if she hadn't just made him have a mini heart attack, Shyne strode casually from the back hallway towards the bar, her hips swaying seductively from side to side. His wolf sat down and whined, and he felt his human side wanting to do the same. She was just too beautiful for words. The dim lights of the bar lent a golden glow to her skin and made his mouth water with the thought of tasting her. Just before they'd come that night, he'd been buried tongue-deep in her core, licking up every drop of her tantalizing cream. In her presence he felt like a starving man in front of a buffet, wanting to gorge himself on every tasty morsel.
She ducked under the counter, and he met her as she straightened, boxing her against the bar with his hands on either side of her. He eyed her carefully, noticing how positively wicked she looked, as if she was mentally stripping him in her mind.
"It would have been nice if you'd told me you were leaving," his voice came out on a growl, any attempt at soothing the words with a mild tone out the window.
Her lush mouth quirked up at the corner, and her brow lifted in a dare. He felt her push something into his front pocket slowly but was unable to tear his eyes away from her chocolate depths. She broke the eye contact first, blinking innocently and patting him on the ass. "I'll be good from now on."
He grunted, fairly certain that her idea of being good was going to be the death of him. She ducked under his arm and went to sit back on the stool. He watched her as he reached into his front pocket and felt satin. All the blood drained from his face and rushed to his groin as he fingered what he was certain were the barely there panties she'd put on earlier. Had she....? For the love of all things holy, she was panty-less and horny in a bar full of wolves that could smell desire like a fat kid could smell cake!
Unsure of what to do, because the wolf in him wanted to rip her jeans off and plunge into her and his human side wanted to do just that same thing, he was momentarily distracted when Fritz came over and rapped his knuckles on the counter. As Michael turned away, he caught the corner of her mischievous and triumphant smile and let a low growl slip from his clenched teeth. She was walking a fine line with him, and if she wasn't careful, all her teasing was going to get her nothing but lots of hard, screaming sex.
"How's mated life going, Fritz?" He managed to put a smile on his face that he didn't really feel and greeted the young wolf.
"Great!" He chattered away happily as Michael picked up a mug and began to polish it, just to have something to do to keep his hands busy. Fritz was telling him how much they were looking forward to taking over the bar and working together as a family. He was about to ask what time the band was going to start their session when Shyne made a squeaking sighing noise, and he looked back in time to see her stretching. When her hands clasped above her head, she pulled them back slightly, and the motion caused her breasts to push outwards. His gaze zeroed in on the clearly braless peaks that he'd come to love so much.
Good night, you could see her nipples as clear as day!
The crash as the mug dropped to the floor and splintered apart brought him back from the edge, and he cursed and gathered up the largest pieces.
"You okay, man?" Fritz asked. He leaned over the counter, and Michael looked up at him from where he knelt with a handful of thick glass shards. Fritz was grinning in a knowing way, giving him a sympathetic shrug. "When they want it, they want it. That's one hard truth I learned."
"I hear ya." Michael managed a weak smile and straightened, tossing the broken pieces in the trash. He told Fritz they would catch up later, asked his dad to clean up the mess, and stomped over to Shyne. He grabbed her by the upper arm and hauled her off the stool and towed her through the bar towards the back. He unlocked the office, trooped her inside, and slammed the door. When the lock clicked, he spun and found himself pinned to the door.
Her body was mashed against his as she gripped his wrists and pressed the backs of his hands into the cool metal door. Lips as soft as the satin panties in his pocket teased him, and he parted for her questing tongue and tangled it with his own. She delved into his mouth as if she could discover every secret place inside while the lower half of her body ground against him.
He was only barely aware when she drew his arms behind his back and wrapped something around them. When it tightened, drawing his wrists together with something that was soft and stretchy, he cracked his eyes open and caught the devilish gleam in her eyes. He was fairly certain she had tied him up with her bra. Raking her nails down the front of his shirt, she slipped to her knees in front of him, her fingertips resting on his belt buckle.
She kept her eyes trained on his as she worked the belt open, unfastened his jeans, and slowly lowered the zipper. His breath seized in his chest, his brain stalled out, and his eyes refused to blink in case they missed one microsecond of her actions. Her fingers hooked in either side of his jeans, and with much more effort than actually necessary, she worked them down his hips with his boxer briefs, easing his cock out.
With one hand fisted at the base, she nuzzled her cheek against the swollen head and drew her lips slowly over the tip. Her eyes darkened as her tongue snaked out, curling over the top as she squeezed him harder. His muscles bunched as he watched her lap at his cock like it was the best tasting lollipop ever, and he struggled not to tear her bra apart and ravage her. She sucked just the tip into her mouth, her teeth perfectly covered by her lips and her tongue deviling the vein underneath that made his legs quake and his stomach tense. He watched her suck him down, and when she retreated, his hips followed.
Varying between light sucking and tantalizing nibbling, she drove him right to the edge again and again, until drops of sweat broke out on his brow and his body ached from holding himself in such tight control. He wanted to grab her head and f*ck her mouth. He wanted to rip her clothes off and bury himself in her for days. He wanted...he wanted...oh...f*ck...
Her free hand smoothly cupped his balls, and his eyes rolled back in his head when one of her fingers found that sensitive place just behind them and she stroked it light and fast. "Shit, baby, baby, please," he groaned, fisting his hands tightly to try to regain some of his control.
His cock popped from her mouth with an audible sound, and her sex swollen lips were dark and glistening. Her finger still worked him, her hand cupping his balls like a warm weight.
He managed to coax a few welcome breaths into his oxygen starved lungs and rasped, "I want to come inside you."
All teasing was gone from her eyes as she stood up on shaky legs and undid the fabric binding his wrists. He toed off his shoes and worked his pants off as he cast a fast glance around the office. There was nothing in the office except a file cabinet, a desk and a chair.
He pushed her gently towards the desk, stopping when her ass bumped into it. "Take those pants off before I tear them off," he ordered, and she licked her lips and did as he asked, shoving them down her shapely legs. She only got as far as her knees and stopped, attempting to turn around and lean over the desk, but he didn't want that. He wanted to watch her as he f*cked her, as he drove them both higher and higher. He dropped to one knee, pushing her hip slightly so she sat down on the desk and pulled her shoes off, followed by her socks and then finally, her jeans. She lay back seductively on the blotter, her ass right at the edge of the desk. He rose in front of her, snared her legs at the knees and slammed his cock into her. She cried out in bliss as he claimed her hard, watching her eyes glaze over as pleasure thundered down on her.
Her tight heaven was wet and hot as he buried himself balls-deep inside. He tightened his control so he didn't come immediately. Spreading her legs apart as far as he could without injuring her, he growled, "Let me see your tits, baby," and she let out a seductive purr and lifted her top above her bare breasts. He drove into her hard, just to enjoy watching her breasts bounce, the tight nipples just begging to be sucked and teased.
He felt his wolf simmering under the surface as if the scent of her desire was a beacon for both parts of him. He flexed his hips, driving himself into her silky depths, the evidence of her arousal glistening on his cock as he hammered into her.
Her mouth was parted as she panted and moaned, and her eyes cracked open and bore into him, full of lust and desire. He lifted her slightly by her knees, changing the angle of his thrusts, and she groaned loudly, her arms tensing as she gripped the desk tightly. Her belly quivered, and her thighs tightened as he f*cked her hard. Sweat slicked his body, his senses on fire as his sharp hearing caught the increased staccato of her heartbeat as she neared climax and the mewling cries of pleasure from her swollen, glistening lips. Her skin was hot to the touch, and her scent — her f*cking scent! — was driving him wild.
She exploded around him with a sharp cry of pleasure, her back arching as she bucked and writhed. Her toes curled as she chanted his name, and he let go of his tight control and gave in to the heat that coiled inside him. His cock spasmed inside her as he shouted her name and dug his fingers into her knees.
He eased his hold on her knees and lowered her legs. He planted his hands firmly on the desk as he leaned over her, and she lifted her legs and gripped his waist, to keep him inside her for a little while longer. Although his first thought was to chastise her for teasing him so mercilessly, he had a feeling that she would be hurt if he said something so blunt after such an amazing time. Perhaps she was feeling a little out of her element, surrounded by wolves when she wasn't one. Or maybe she was just that horny. Either way, he wouldn't tarnish the gift she'd given him.
"Love you," he promised, nuzzling under her chin as her fingers tangled in his sweat-dampened hair and she made a sound that could only be construed as completely, entirely blissed out. Pride washed through him, and his wolf preened in his mind. He'd done that. He'd f*cked her so well. Hell yes.
"I love you." Best statement ever.
When his bones resolidified, he pulled out of her and helped her sit up. They dressed silently, but there was no mistaking the satisfaction on her face as they walked out of the office hand in hand. She looked well f*cked, but she was his mate, and that's what wolves did. If his earlier thoughts about her feeling inadequate were right, and she felt the need to claim him like this from time to time, well, he was just going to let her do that whenever she liked. He would totally jump on that grenade.
They'd been in the office for well over an hour. When they returned behind the bar, Fray, the band member who was a bartender, opened bottles and put them on a tray, casting a knowing look in his direction. "Alpha asked to see you when you're free," Fray said, handing the filled tray to one of the waitresses.
"Thanks." He put his arm around Shyne and led her over to the booth where his brother was sitting with Bo. Jason asked them to sit down. Shyne asked about Cades and was told that she was tired and didn't want to come out.
"If she'd known you were going to be here, she probably would have come anyway, though. I'm sure she'll be bummed she missed you," Jason said, and Michael caught how much Jason wanted Shyne and Cades to be friends. Hell, he wanted it, too.
"Oh, that sucks. Can I visit her tomorrow?" She winked at Michael, "If I can talk, that is?"
Chuckling, he shook his head at her as Jason ignored what he didn't understand and told Shyne that she could come over for breakfast at his folks like they did every Saturday. If we're awake, since I plan to f*ck her stupid all night, he amended in his head. He and Jason talked about the bar and Michael's first impressions of how their parents and the band were going to get along. He expected it to go well. Although the band was their own pack, they clearly respected Michael's parents as not only wolf elders but as their direct bosses. More than once that night he'd seen them turn to either his mom or dad for help. The burden of the bar lifted slowly from his shoulders, replaced with the more interesting and welcome responsibilities of his future wife and their family.
True to both of their promises, when they got home from the bar that night, they didn't stop playing until the sun was up and exhaustion plucked at the edges of their consciousness. After a long, hot shower involving a lot more rubbing than actually necessary, he drove them over to his parents for their weekly breakfast. She rubbed her eyes as she yawned when he parked in front of the house.
Her voice cracked when she yawned, and he laughed, which made her scowl, making him laugh harder. "Geez, I sound like a foghorn," she grumbled, but amusement glittered in her eyes.
He pulled her close as they walked up the front steps, "No, you sound like a well-loved woman. It's a total compliment to me."
"You've got a gigantic ego."
"Thanks."
Snorting, she stepped into the front hall. "I said ego."
He laughed. She was so much fun. Perfect in every way. How the hell did we get so lucky? he asked his wolf who appeared to be panting idiotically as she sauntered down the hardwood-laden hallway.
Cades and Shyne gorged on his mother's famous cream cheese stuffed French toast, deep in a conversation about the baby shower the following Saturday. She was due at the end of August, and according to Jason, it couldn't come fast enough.
While the girls did the dishes, which the chauvinistic side of his personality thought was just fine, he, Jason and his dad went into the upstairs office and discussed a few pack issues and then the house. He would meet his dad at the bank that week and sign the papers. Already there were packing boxes in the rooms. It would be weird to live here without his parents, but he could think of no more special place to share with Shyne and their children then the home he'd grown up in.
When the dishes were done, he took Shyne home, and she fell asleep as soon as he pulled out into the street. He undressed them both, closed the blinds, and held her against him as he drifted off to sleep, certain there was nothing better in the universe than what he had right then. His woman, in his arms, in his bed.
Heaven.