4

JAX

I’m about to leave the Stillwater Tap to head back to the packhouse when I hear it. Before I even see her, the sound of her laugh pulls me in like she’s a siren. I stop in my tracks, looking around to discern where that laugh is coming from. Then I see her. Stunningly gorgeous, like she belongs on the cover of a magazine, not in a dimly lit shifter bar in the middle of nowhere Colorado. I can’t take my eyes off of her, because it’s not just the way she looks and sounds that’s drawing me in- it’s everything about her, the total package. The way she carries herself like she’s this sexy, confident force of nature who knows exactly who she is and what she wants.

I know immediately that I have to have her. She’s wild, sinful trouble that I want to drown in- all alpha female, and I’m fucking here for it. I don’t even know who she is, but she came here for me tonight, whether she knows it or not.

She makes her way to the dance floor, darting me a little glance in invitation, and moments later I’m prowling up behind her, sharing a dance with the sexy siren of my dreams. Her long, glossy, chocolate brown hair swings across her back, tickling my forearms as I reach out to grasp her hips, pulling her in close. Her scent is intoxicating, like strawberries and vanilla, enveloping me as we sway to the music.

She’s responsive to my every touch- moving closer when I put my hands on her hips, grinding her ass against my dick- so I go in for the kiss, and fuck me, it’s incredible. It’s like I can feel raw energy pulsing from her body into mine, zinging through my synapses and making my hair stand on end. Not only is she insanely beautiful, but she’s also an unbelievable kisser. She spins around in my arms and when I finally break the kiss, I’m able to get my first good look at her face up close.

She looks like a damn supermodel- high cheekbones, big hazel eyes framed by thick black lashes, and full, plush lips. She’s absolutely gorgeous, but the more I study her face, the more something familiar nags at the back of my mind that I can’t quite place. I feel like I know her somehow, yet I’m almost positive I’ve never met this girl before. I definitely would have remembered meeting someone like her. I brush off the weird sense of deja-vu and lean in to ask her if she wants to get outta here- and it must be my lucky day, because she says yes.

Ten minutes later, we’re sneaking around the back of the Stillwater packhouse, testing the door handle. As promised, it’s unlocked, and I pull my sexy siren inside by the hand and start leading her down the hallway. This isn’t the first time I’ve crashed here; I know my way to the guest wing well. The energy between us is palpable as we stride down the corridor, like we can’t get behind a locked door fast enough. Like she wants this every bit as badly as I do.

I pull open the door of the room that I typically occupy when I stay here, gesturing for her to go in ahead of me. She does, and I can’t help but rake my eyes over her body appreciatively as she struts inside, checking her out for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. She’s a vision; I’ve never seen someone so effortlessly beautiful. I close the door softly behind us, unable to take my eyes off of her as she spins around, assessing me, a wicked smirk on her lips as she kicks off her heels.

Then she grabs at the top of her tight strapless dress, peeling it down her body, and holy motherfucking shit I feel like my eyes are going to bug out of my head by the time she shimmies it down her hips and it hits the floor, leaving her standing across from me in a lacy red strapless bra and matching panties.

“Goddamn,” I growl, closing the distance between us in less than a second. I reach out to cup her cheek, looking down into those mischievous hazel eyes. “You’re trouble, you know that?” I murmur, then start licking and nipping at her neck as my hands explore her soft, suntanned skin- the curve of her waist, the flatness of her stomach, the fullness of her truly spectacular tits. I carefully lift one up out of the cup of her bra, exposing a perfect little pink nipple that I immediately suck into my mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck, clinging to me, moaning as I roll her nipple between my teeth. Then I repeat the same thing on the other side, and by the time I pull back and reach behind her to unfasten her bra, she’s panting, writhing, eager for more.

Who am I to deny a beautiful woman?

As her bra hits the floor I tear my own shirt off overhead, then scoop an arm under her ass to lift her up. Her legs immediately part and wrap tightly around me. She presses her bare chest to mine as I find her lips, kissing the hell out of her while I carry her over to the bed. The friction between our skin is white-hot; I don’t think I’ve ever been this riled up. The scent of her arousal is driving me and my wolf both crazy- she won’t tell me who she is, but I’m going to do dirty, nasty things to this woman.

I break the kiss to toss her down onto the bed, watching her boobs bounce as she hits the mattress. Fucking beautiful. Then I’m crawling over her, kissing my way up her body, grabbing her tits, licking her collarbone. All the while, she’s making the sweetest little sounds of pleasure, her breath coming out in short pants.

Then she grabs my dick through my jeans.

I grunt unintelligibly, my whole body shuddering from her contact. I’m like a fucking teenager again, about to blow my load from an over-the-pants handjob. Not that I ever did that, of course- I’ve always been a stud. I’m just sayin’, this girl is unreal. Am I fucking dreaming right now?

She unbuttons my jeans, reaching inside to grip my erection, and I jolt so hard that I know I’m not dreaming. She may want to keep this anonymous, but she’s real and she’s here and she’s stroking my dick with so much enthusiasm that it’s painfully hard, throbbing in her soft hand. At this rate, I’m not gonna last- I’d better switch things up.

I lean backwards on my knees, stumbling off of the bed to slide my jeans and boxer briefs down my hips and kick them off with my shoes. Then I crawl back on, lifting one of her legs, planting soft kisses on her calf, working my way to her inner thigh. Her breath hitches as I reach the apex of her thighs, pressing a kiss to her pussy through the thin lacy fabric of her panties. I wait a beat, letting anticipation build before I slide her panties to the side and probe her entrance with one of my thick digits.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I murmur, reveling in the feel of her tight pussy around my finger and the ease with which it slides in and out of her. “That all for me, baby?”

“Yes,” she breathes, undulating her hips with my movements. “Now are you gonna fuck me or what?”

I chuckle softly, still working a finger in and out of her pussy, moving my thumb up to rub her hard little clit. “Why so impatient, doll? We’ve got all night.”

She lets out a frustrated little moan as I trace circles around her clit, arching her back off of the bed and grinding herself down over my hand.

“Besides,” I say, withdrawing my touch. I move to hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties at her hips, dragging them down her thighs. “I’ve gotta taste you first.”

I feel a shudder roll through her at my words as I peel her panties off, tossing the tiny scrap of red fabric over my shoulder. Then I dive back down, spreading her thighs with my palms and laving my tongue down her slit.

“Fuck!” she gasps, burying her hands in my hair. “Fuck fuck fuck…”

I lap at her pussy, fucking her with my tongue, nipping and sucking on her clit until she starts coming undone beneath me, whining, writhing, panting for release. I give it to her. Attaching my mouth to her sensitive little clit, I suck hard, thrusting my fingers inside of her, curving them up to seek out her G-spot. She tumbles over the edge of her orgasm, a wanton scream tearing from her mouth as her body shudders with her climax.

Oh yeah. I fucking did that.

I don’t stop working her pussy with my mouth and fingers until I’ve wrung every drop of pleasure out of her and she goes limp. Then I kiss my way up her body, taking my time, worshipping every inch of this goddess that still seems too beautiful to be real. I’ve always been a boob guy, and this girl has a perfect rack- full C’s or maybe even D’s- they spill out of my hands when I grab them.

Her own hands find my hair again, weaving into it, tugging me upwards. I move where she wants me to go- she yanks my face up to hers, crushing her lips against mine, stealing my breath with another sizzling kiss. She wraps her legs around me, drawing me in closer, grinding her bare pussy against my achingly hard cock.

“Fuck me,” she whispers against my lips, and damnit I don’t need to be told again- I need to be inside of her like I need oxygen. I reach between our bodies to fist my dick, rubbing the smooth head against her clit to tease her a little before I line up with her entrance. Her fingernails score the skin of my back as I slide inside her tight channel, burying myself to the hilt.

I swear I almost come on the first thrust. Her pussy is exquisite, being inside of her is pure euphoria- if I died right now, I’d die a happy man. I have to collect myself for a second before I start pulling out slowly, plunging back in fast. Repeating that motion until I’m pounding hard, no shame, both of us panting and moaning and clutching onto one another. My hands squeeze her ass cheeks, holding her tight to me, while she’s got her legs wrapped around me in a vice grip, clawing at the backs of my shoulders with her hands.

When I start getting close, I change up positions- I drop her to the bed, throw her legs over to one side. Grasp her hip as I hammer into her from this angle, harder, deeper. Then she’s twisting onto her stomach, rising up on her knees, sticking her ass out for me to take her from behind. In that position, we both climax gloriously, and even though there’s no risk of getting her pregnant since we’re weeks away from the next full moon, I pull out and come all over her ass cheeks. By the time I’ve grabbed a washcloth and cleaned her up, we’re both ready to go again- gotta love that shifter stamina. She climbs on top and rides me like a fucking pro, giving me an incredible view of her tits as she bounces on my dick.

We go at it for hours, and it’s primal and carnal and wild. When we’re finally both spent, we collapse onto the bed, breathless as we tangle together in the sheets. Almost automatically, I slide an arm around her waist, pulling her back to my front and holding her close.

“Tell me your name,” I growl, holding her prisoner in my arms. I know I agreed to one night, but I’m not sure I can let this girl go come morning.

She traces her fingertips over my forearm that’s circling her waist. “Tonight was perfect,” she whispers. “Let’s not ruin it with names or details.”

“C’mon…” I grumble, but when she whispers “please?”, I can’t bring myself to press further. She just gave me an intense, mind-blowing night; the least I can do is honor her only request.

“Fine,” I sigh, burying my face in the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply. She still smells incredible, like strawberries and feminine florals with hints of vanilla. Her scent is intoxicating, and as I hold her in my arms, breathing her in, darkness seeps in and I start falling into what will be a deep, dreamless sleep.

And by morning, she’ll be gone.