Accidental Lover (Wolven Moon Book 3) Page 3

  Those luscious breasts are next. My dream girl gracefully arches them into my hands. I squeeze and massage the generous orbs, tugging and rubbing her nipples. She gurgles and moans, squirms her ass on my cock.

  Aw, yeah, sweetness, these delicious nipples are definitely your on-switch.

  Using the handheld shower, I quickly rinse her front while I dip my knees to position my rod in the vee of her legs. She’s so fucking hot there. Hanging up the wand, I keep one hand on a sensitive nipple, and slide my other hand to her pussy.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, parting her folds.

  “Yes,” she says breathy.

  That peachy scent of hers rules my wolf. Fangs drop and there’s nothing I can do about it.

  I capture her clit gently between two fingers. The little nub is engorged, begging to be fondled and sucked. I massage it gingerly.

  She moans my name, rocks her hips to the pace of my hand between her legs. I nuzzle her throat.

  “Do you want me to stop, mi ninfa?” I whisper, barely holding my beast back.

  She shakes her head no. I circle her opening a few times before easing a finger inside. Her slick muscles grab it and pull it in further. So fucking wet.

  I lightly bite her shoulder, careful that my fangs don’t break skin.

  “You promised you wouldn’t bite,” she says.

  “I won’t.”

  But I’m going to do everything I can to change your mind.

  I kiss up her throat. I try to slip another finger inside her, but she’s too narrow. We’ll work on that.

  I let her ride my finger for awhile, then slide it out. She groans a protest.

  “Aw, sweetness. I am just getting started on you. I’m going to make you come over and over, again.”

  I turn her around to face me, leaning her against the tile for support. I kiss her, tongue doing to her mouth what my finger was to her channel. The little nymph surprises me by capturing my tongue and sucking it.

  Fuck. Can I get any harder?

  Leaving her soft mouth, I kiss down her throat to her tits, twirl one of her sexy upturned nipples with my tongue. She arches, throws her head back and fists my hair. I love on the other creamy breast for a moment before kissing my way down her body. Reveling that she’s a true blonde, I nuzzle the tiny strip of pale curls, inhale that mind-controlling scent. I lift her left leg over my shoulder and flick out my tongue.

  “Oh, god,” she groans, deep and throaty.

  “Do you know how delicious you taste, Cherie?” I lick her again. And when she doesn’t answer, I stop. She growls a protest. I smile, look up at my demanding virgin witch.

  “Tell me what you want, peaches.”

  She reaches down to touch herself.

  “Uh, uh.” Laughing, I pull her hand away. “Do you want me to taste you?”

  “Yes, please,” she says with frustrated tone.

  “Say ‘Victor, taste me.’ Say it.”

  “Victor. Taste me. Please,” she begs.

  And I do, laving and sucking her mouthwatering softness.

  Sweet Cherie.

  Hooking a finger deep inside, I search for the tiny g-spot on the front wall. I know from her bucking when I’ve got it. Spasms rock her within seconds. Her velvet squeezes my finger, making me wish my cock was in her instead.

  As she’s gasping for breath, I keep going — wanting to make her come again right away. I finger-fuck her harder and vibrate my tongue pressed on her clit faster.

  Her muscles clench tight again almost immediately. This time she screams her pleasure.

  My beast burns in my eyes, fighting for freedom, fighting to take over, fighting to make her his mate.

  Lapping up the last of her cream, I stand and rain kisses on her face.

  “Cherie, we need to move this to my suite.”

  “Now?” She pants.

  I chuckle. “Uh, huh. I don’t have any protection with me and, my god, I want you so much.”

  I promise myself that the bench fantasy will happen, another time.

  chapter four

  AFTER VICTOR DANCED to Footloose, and had an obvious good time doing it, I allowed my chaste side to relax with him. I like him. He’s fun.

  What’s not to like about a guy who will act crazy with you? A shirtless wolf with a to-die-for body? Who touches you so erotically, makes you feel so amazing?

  And, oh my god, what’s not to like about a guy who kisses you there? The man does that well.

  He’s right, we’re consenting adults. So, why am I feeling nervous again now?

  Because he could become your boss in the near future.

  My libido shoves that troublesome thought away.

  Victor Santana is hotter than hot. Beautiful light brown skin is the icing on a sinfully tempting male cake. A dusting of dark hair on his pecs spawns a desire to caress him there, and smooth my hands up to his broad shoulders and down his powerful arms. Muscular and sinewy, he obviously takes care of his body.

  Even everyday movements, like gripping our towels and opening the door to his room, make his corded muscles flex and ripple.

  The cotton sweats hang low under washboard abs — the kind of abs fitness models flaunt. His hips have deep grooves that vee down to a huge bulge. He’s masculine and hard, distractingly hard. My internal muscles aren’t very chaste. They clench in response to what’s in those sweats.

  “Careful, peaches. That kind of hungry look in your pretty blue eyes does all kinds of things to me.”

  Embarrassed, I turn away and pretend to study the lodge-themed mini-suite. “So, why do so many mountain resorts decorate the same?”

  He laughs, tossing our dirty towels and my underwear into the bathroom.

  “Smooth subject change.”

  I smile. “I’m serious. It just seems so overdone.”

  “It’s what tourists expect in Colorado.”

  I grunt. They expect one resort to be indistinguishable from another?

  “Okay, little Miss Decorator. I’ll pass along your comments to our designer.”

  “Please do,” I grin. “Or, I can put you in touch with a hip up-and-coming designer.”

  “Noted,” he chuckles. Those hard arms wrap around my waist and pull me back against his chest. I’ve decided that I very much enjoy being hugged this way by a man. Victor’s hands are so warm — wolf warm. They leave a trail of heat every time and every place they touch me.

  “I didn’t mean for you to stop staring at me, Cherie. I like being ogled by you.” His deep voice reverberates down my spine.

  He kisses my neck. “I like the way you taste, too.”

  His hot hand moves to cup my breast, braless under the T-shirt that I threw back on before we left the locker room. Involuntary purring noises escape my throat.

  “And I absolutely love the way you react to my touch,” he whispers in my ear.

  I turn around to look at my Latino lover’s face. He has kind eyes with little specs of gold woven into chocolate brown irises — little specs that shimmer with a hunger matching mine right now.

  Those eyes are under strong brows on a face with high Latin cheekbones and a slightly crooked nose. It must have been broken at some point. I trace the bridge of it with a finger. His lips are soft, the bottom one fuller than the top one. I trace it, too. He kisses my finger, caresses my rear and back.

  Killer creases around his eyes that deepen when he smiles are what make his face panty-dropping handsome. He’s one of those people who smile with their entire face.

  At six-two or six-three, he’s approximately a foot taller than me. His hair, arrowing in a little at the temples, is jet black, thick and, weaving my fingers in it, very soft. Beard stubble shadows a strong jaw.

  I decide to be bold.

  “That’s good, because I absolutely love the way you touch me, Victor.” I lick his bottom lip and bite it. I want to be the one doing the kissing this time, but he groans and crushes my lips with his. Stoking the fire in my veins anew, his tongue tastes every cre
vice and corner of my mouth.

  Lifting my T-shirt off, he hungrily takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking, tugging and twirling it until I can hardly stand the pleasure.

  Then, he moves to torment my other breast, to the excruciating delight of nerves there that I swear have a direct connection to my girlie parts.

  “Victor,” I moan.

  “I know what you want, sweetness. Patience.” He lifts and put me on the bed. He pulls off my shorts and strips his sweats.

  “So beautiful,” he says, kissing my belly and thighs as he circles a finger inside me. “Mmmmm. So hot and wet,” he whispers, climbing on top of me.

  He braces himself over me to get a condom from his nightstand.

  While he opens the package, I look at him and marvel at the fact that that long, thick organ fits inside me. Wanting to know what a man feels like, I reach out to touch his length as he rolls on the condom. He deflects and catches my hand.

  “Uh, uh, peaches. You’ve got me so turned on. One touch from you and I’ll explode like a geyser.”

  I smile, heady with the knowledge I effect him so.

  Settling between my legs, he eases my thighs apart. I sense he’s holding back –– a lot, trying to be gentle. I couldn’t have stumbled onto a better first lover. I laugh at how crazy this entire night has been.

  “What?” Victor kisses me lightly.

  “Nothing.” I shake my head.

  “Cherie, laughing at a man who’s about to enter your sweet spot isn’t nice.”

  That just makes me giggle more. “I’m sorry,” I snicker.

  He chuckles, too, and then kisses me hard. When he bends and lightly licks my nipple, he makes me forget whatever it was I was thinking about.

  Sliding oh so slowly inside me, he looks into my eyes, watching for I don’t know what. I gasp at the exquisite sensation of his thick cock expanding me, little by little, inch by inch.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “Not at all.” I raise my pelvis to meet him.

  The muscles in his jaw clench from my movement. I lightly bite and kiss all along those muscles, and kiss a vein in his throat that’s beating rapidly.

  He growls my name, inching in a little more. I bend my knees, hug his solid hips with them.

  “Deeper, Victor,” I whisper. I clench my internal muscles and rock my hips up.

  “Fuck,” he groans and sinks in quickly the rest of the way, his pelvic bone pressed divinely to mine, causing all kinds of wonderful sensations.

  “Sweet Cherie, you’re not making it easy to take this slow.”

  I smile.

  He smiles back. “Oh, I see. You’re one of those mean virgins.”

  Sexy bottom lip. A bottom lips I must bite. I gasp when he glides out and in quickly a few times.

  “Are you still okay?” He asks, kissing my lips softly.

  “Hmmm, very.” I rock my hips up again, satisfied with the way his upper lip curls and his eyelids flutter closed when I do.

  “More,” I whisper.

  A big hand grips one of my hips. The other arm traps my knee at his hip. Kissing me demandingly, he plunges in earnest. Unable to lie still, I meet each stroke, matching the rhythm he’s set, climbing higher and higher.

  “Please.” I arch, wanting him to suck my nipples.

  When he does, it sends me into overdrive. Unabashedly, I rock and grind against him, begging him to go faster.

  Oh, such wonderful sensations he creates.

  “Come for me, honey,” he pants, reaching between us to massage my clit.

  Just as the waves of bliss begin to wash over me, he swells impossibly thicker, thrusts faster, deeper and harder, pushing me over the edge, my breath and all thought going along for the ride.

  “Cherie, sweet Cherie,” he moans as he comes. His pelvis slamming hard and pressing to mine for several pumps.

  Empty and spent, he pants harshly and collapses onto his forearms. After a few moments of gasping breaths, he slides off me.

  “You’re incredible.” A fingertip trails over my cheeks, down my neck and circle a nipple.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” I smile, keeping my eyes closed.

  He chuckles and brushes his lips on mine. “Not that you have anything to compare me to.”

  “True.” I open my eyes and smile at him. “It’s still wonderful. If I had known sex was like this, I would’ve started having it years ago.”

  Smile gone, the specks of gold in his eyes flash for a few seconds. Then, the smile comes back.

  His finger moves to my lips, traces them slowly. “Would you believe me if I told you it’s not always this amazing?”

  I shake my head no.

  “It’s a fact.” He grins, gets up to take the condom off and goes to the bathroom with it.

  When he comes back, he leans on the door jam to look at me.

  “Peaches, the first time tonight, I didn’t think to put on a condom.”

  Why does he call me peaches? What a strange endearment.

  “I know. I didn’t give you much of an opportunity.”

  “No, you didn’t.” He smiles. “Trust me, that was an experience I will never forget.”

  “I’ll get tested when I get back to CU.”

  “That’s what I mean. I was tested after — ” He pauses. “After my last encounter and I’m clean.”

  “That’s a relief. Thank you,” I say, and I mean it. “Obviously, I haven’t had sex with anyone other than you, and I’ve never had a blood transfusion.”

  He nods. “Good to know. One other risk to cover, if you get pregnant, I want you to tell me, okay? We’ll handle it together.”

  Through a yawn, I sit up and reach for my shorts. “You’re quite the gentleman, but it’s okay. I’m on the pill.”

  “Been planning to seduce this Jesse guy for awhile have you?”

  I look up, surprised at the tone in his voice. The gold in his eyes flash, again. His wolf?

  “The pill lightens my periods. I’ve been taking it since high school.”

  “Got it.” He swallows with a half-hearted smile.

  Time to go.

  I put a leg in my shorts while trying to stifle another yawn, exhausted from running and sex round two.

  “Why are you getting dressed?”

  “So I can go to my room. I’m incredibly sleepy now.”

  “Sleep here.”

  I raise my eyebrows, confused. “You want me to? I thought guys want girls to leave after.”

  “Not this guy and definitely not this beautiful girl.” He kisses my throat and shoulder. “I’d love for you to stay, mi pequeña. Sleep here in my arms.”

  Should I? Isn’t that one of those strings that I don’t want? Would I if he were Jesse? No, I wouldn’t. Jesse would read far too much into it. Will Victor? I doubt it, he’s a stranger — as ludicrous as that sounds.

  “I’m not sure.” I hedge, studying his eyes. It would be nice to get the whole experience.

  “I want to make sure you’re okay. After all, this is your first time.”

  “Second time.” I grin.

  He laughs and nods. “Still. Let me be a gentleman and take care of you postcoital.” He glances at the clock. “It’s only for a few hours anyway.”

  “Alright.” I give in and put my shorts down.

  Climbing under the covers naked with me, he kisses me tenderly and settles the soft duvet over us. Then, he reaches back to turn off the light.

  In the dark, he draws me back into him and wraps me in his strong arms. So, this is spooning. I like it — a lot. I snuggle into his warmth.

  “I thought you wanted to sleep,” he growls.

  “I do.”

  “You’re not going to if you keep wiggling your sweet ass like that,” he whispers.

  chapter five

  CHERIE’S BODY GOES soft with sleep almost immediately. My girl is tired. That’s what happens when you run like the wind, dance like a maniac and fuck like there’s no tomorrow, twice.


  And the virgin can fuck. With just a little more experience, she’ll be lethal in bed. I fully intend to be the one reaping the benefits.

  She shifts to lie more onto her stomach. Parting her legs, she keeps the left straight and bends the other up at a right angle. Rolling onto my side, I put my leg in between them. Can’t help but caress her soft thigh, rest my hand on her perfect ass.

  She sighs in her sleep. The content sound lodges somewhere in my chest as I drift off pitying all the dumb fucks who missed this right here. She’s a precious gift, my precious gift.

  At six o’clock the next morning, I wake alone in a cold bed. A sliver of light shows under the bathroom door.

  I get up, tap on the door.

  “Cherie?” I tap, again. “Can I come in?”

  No answer. Cracking the door open an inch or two, I peek in. She’s not in the bathroom. Her clothes are gone and so is she.

  “Damn it.”

  The wolf’s ridiculous panicked possessiveness kicks up my blood pressure.

  I reach for the corded house phone and dial her room number.

  It rings and rings with no answer.

  I hold down the hang-up lever for a few seconds before dialing the front desk.

  “This is Victor. I need you to find a guest. Her name is Cherie. C-h-e-r-i-e.”

  “No. That’s a first name.”

  Fuck. Why didn’t I get her last name?

  “She’s staying in room 302, but she’s not there right now. Find her. When you do, call me immediately.”

  I take a quick shower. When I’m done, I stand there naked and dripping wet to call down, again.

  “Any luck?”

  “No, sir. And the woman registered in room 302 is named Rose.”

  Rose?

  Did my peaches lie to me?

  “Keep looking for her.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Once dressed, I head for room 302. The corridor still smells like myrtle. I knock and listen closely for sounds inside.

  Nothing.

  What if she left without checking out?

  I stand in the hall like an idiot — debating. Walk away or open it?

  Open it.

  My beast won’t let me walk away. Using my master keycard, I unlock the door and slip inside.