She hadn’t expected him to lift her in his arms and rush her into the cabin. He closed and locked the door, then carried her into the bedroom as if he was afraid she’d change her mind.
After setting her on the floor, he began kissing her slowly, softly, as if he wanted to draw this out—their first mating, the real commitment, a relationship that would last for a lifetime.
She loved how he slowly undressed her, his hands all over her skin, caressing and tender. She was trying to unbutton his shirt and not get caught up in the way he slid his hands inside her bra and cupped her breasts, his mouth fused to hers.
His tongue urged her lips apart and she inhaled him, loving the sweet and spicy wolf that he was, and smelled something else—a sexy scent that turned her on fast and hard.
He pulled his mouth away from hers, he eyes glazed with desire, his lips curving up slightly. “Our pheromones,” he said, his voice husky with lust. “Hot damn, honey. Really hot.”
Then he was kissing her again, pulling her bra off and dropping it to the floor, cupping her breasts with reverence.
She pulled away, kissing his throat and nipping at his chin. She couldn’t believe how sexy it felt to do that, even when he had a little stubble just appearing. The feeling had to be something to do with her wolf half. She couldn’t imagine doing such a thing when she was only human and enjoying it.
He rubbed his body against her, showing just how hard she’d made him already. She rubbed him right back, lifting her leg over his and rubbing her crotch against his thigh.
He moaned, sounding like his attempt at taking this slow and easy was getting the better of him. But instead of taking off her jeans, he caressed her leg and held her tight against his thigh, fondling her.
Damp heat filled her panties and she swore she would come right then and there. She smelled the pheromones between them, igniting them even more, and pulled away from him, wanting them naked—bare flesh to bare flesh.
He was still trying to take it slow, his hand seductively sliding between her legs, firmly enough to make her come.
She quickly began working on her belt, the jeans button, and zipper, and yanked her jeans off.
He cupped her mound through her panties, sliding one finger against her clit. She groaned, wanting him inside her now but loving the erotic feel of him like this too.
She skimmed her hands over his nipples and felt them harden into small pebbles. When she ran her hand over his rigid length in his jeans, he forgot slow and easy and hurried to get out of them.
After that, he lifted her and carried her to the bed. Then he was on top of her, kissing her, moving against her, and simulating what he would be doing inside her soon.
All the kissing and touching and scents brought out the wolf in her—the raw primal need to mate. She not only felt her wolf, but his wolf too—the scents, the pure driven need. He plunged a finger between her feminine folds and stroked, his tongue sliding into her mouth and stroking her with the same urgency. She felt the world tilting on end, the pinnacle so close she could taste it, but right before she reached the climax, he pushed his cock into her in the joining, the mating between human and wolf, humanity and the wild.
She came apart under his thrusts, his deep driving compulsion to have her, and she encouraged it, pushed for it, relished it. She cried out his name in a strangled, happy, fulfilled way as he followed her into that world of bliss and sank down on top of her.
She stared up at his beautiful face, his dark stubble making him sweet and sexy and roguish-looking. And then she realized their mistake. She groaned out loud and pushed him off her. “You didn’t use a condom.”
“Ah, hell…” Allan said, looking worried and annoyed with himself at the same time. “I had every intention of doing as you wished.”
She shook her head. “What are the odds that I would get pregnant after having sex with you only once?” Except the odds were fairly good, she thought morosely. She considered when she’d had her period last and when she should be ovulating—yeah, pretty good. Which wasn’t good. She wasn’t ready for multiple babies. Certainly not when she didn’t even have her shifting under control.
It was bad enough she had to deal with that herself. Think what a mess it would be if she had twins and the babies shifted too! She could see it now—her half dressed as a wolf and the two pups half dressed in diapers and bunting. That reminded her of Meghan, Eliza, and the purple sock. At least in their case, the mother had told the girls to get ready to shift. With Debbie? She might not have time.
“I’m so sorry, honey,” Allan said, dragging her into his arms and covering them with the comforter. “It won’t happen again until you’re ready to have kids.”
As long as it might take for her to get the shifting under control, that could be never.