Chance on Love (Kagan Wolves) Read online

  He slipped an arm around her waist and drew her against him. With his cheek pillowed on her silky hair, he asked, “Do you have many?”

  “Yes, but I’m confident you’ll be able to satisfy me.”

  So was he. First, he had to tend to her cuts. He released her, then reached for the bandages.

  “I don’t need anything on them.” She twisted her arm, exposing the thin red line. “It’s not even bleeding anymore.”

  “I know.” He gently lifted her arm and swabbed an alcohol wipe over her skin. She was right. It wasn’t necessary. It didn’t stop his desire to tend to her, though. He didn’t quite understand why but wouldn’t fight it. What harm did it do to treat her as if she were precious to him? “But you got hurt because of me. It’ll make me feel better if I’ve at least inspected your cuts.”

  She swallowed hard. “Okay.”

  Her breathless word made him smile. He finished cleaning the scratch, then dropped to his knees. He focused on her outer thigh to avoid getting the distracted by her body. It proved harder than he anticipated. The scent of her arousal was strong, and breathing in the evidence of her desire left him light-headed and eager.

  He laid a hand on her hip to steady himself, then went to work wiping the dried blood from her skin. Much like the one on her arm, the scratch had healed, a bonus of shifter genetics. Although not immortal, they lived hundreds of years compared to the few decades humans did. He swept the square piece of cotton over the pink line once more, then tossed it aside.

  He tipped his head back. “Any more?”

  Her dilated eyes locked on to his. She shook her head. “No. That’s it.”

  “Good.”

  He turned his attention to the female in his arms. No hair covered her sex. He leaned closer and inhaled, needing to drug himself on her scent. Deep breaths satisfied the craving but made his mouth water. He moved his hands to her ass and held her steady while he licked her. Her taste flooded his mouth, and a groan escaped him.

  So good. She could be his new addiction. He tipped her bottom to give him better access. Her shocked gasp registered, along with the firm grip of her hands on his shoulders, but he didn’t acknowledge either. He couldn’t. Lapping up her arousal became his entire focus.

  He parted her lower lips with his tongue and explored her folds, taking her flavor inside and memorizing the feel of her slick sex under his lips. He worked his way to her opening and thrust his tongue inside her. She rewarded him with a moan and more of her sweetness. He swallowed her offering, then curled the tip of his tongue, drawing more forth.

  She rubbed her sex against him, a demand he didn’t mind answering. More licks, more teasing strokes of his tongue, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

  “Yes. Like that.” She clutched the strands of his hair and rocked, fucking herself on his tongue. “Please, make me come.”

  He urged her to drape one leg over his shoulder. The move opened her to him. He yanked her ass higher, forcing her to either clutch him for support or fall. She gripped him, digging her nails into his flesh. The pinch inflamed him.

  He let a rumbly growl escape, then shifted his attention to her clit. A swipe of his flattened tongue over it, and she whimpered. A nibble to the erect bud, and she squirmed. A tug, and she screamed her release. He thrust two fingers into her, while he teased her clit, stretching her orgasm until she trembled.

  In one quick move, he released her and stood. He captured her mouth with his, swallowing her gasp. For a brief moment, he wondered if it bothered her that he’d kissed her lower lips first. Her throaty groan a second later pushed the question aside. She tilted her head and licked the inside of his mouth, an erotic and carnal exploration he was sure he’d never shared with another woman.

  He ran his hands over her back, tugging her impossibly closer. Her breasts pushed against his chest, and her legs tangled with his. She arched into him, and he lifted her, supporting her completely. The small sign of her submission registered in his brain. She trusted him to hold her and not let her fall. Such a little thing; a human wouldn’t give it a second thought. A shifter, though? It spoke volumes.

  It wasn’t quite enough.

  He lowered them so they knelt on the soft rug. It took more willpower than he wanted to admit, but he tore his mouth from hers and reached for the soft strip of fabric he’d found in hall closet. He held it up. “Your turn. Make me come.”

  She cocked a brow. “You want me to tie you up?”

  “No.” He moved behind her and took her wrists, crossing them at the base of her spine. “You will be.”

  She glanced over her shoulder. “And if I say no?”

  He brushed his thumb over the inside of her wrist. “Then we skip this, and I’ll lay you down and make love to you.”

  She licked her lips. “Make it tight. I want to struggle to get my hands on you.”

  He used the soft fabric to bind her arms, pulling the knot tight, exactly as she’d commanded. His pulse kicked up at the possibilities open to him. He let them skip through his head but focused on the one that left his dick rock hard and slick with precome.

  He stepped in front of her, and she bent toward his length. He stopped her with a hand on her chest. “Wait.”

  She raised her white-blonde brow again, a gesture he was starting to love. “Why?”

  “I want you to spread your legs wider.”

  She did. “Like this?”

  He loosely wrapped his hand around her throat. “More.”

  Her pulse kicked up. She glanced up the length of his body and caught his gaze. Something flashed in her pale eyes. If he didn’t know better, he’d call it possession. She closed them and widened her stance until only his hold on her throat held her steady. “Better?”

  He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. She sighed, and her warm air heated the head of his cock. “Yes, perfect.”

  So was she.

  He relished the sight of her before him while she waited for his cock, mouth slightly open and eyes closed, but the need to experience her passion took over.

  With his free hand, he fisted his dick to stop its twitching and brought the head of his cock to her lips. She darted her tongue out and captured the glistening drop at the tip. Energy zinged down his spine. He eased back. “Slower. Worship me.”

  She peered at him from under hooded eyes. “I don’t think eternity would be long enough for that.”

  For the first time in his life, he was speechless. He swallowed hard.

  “Lick it,” he ordered, choosing to ignore the possessiveness in her statement.

  “Then bring your cock closer and rub the head over my lips so I can taste you.” She flashed him a sultry grin. “Please.”

  Even restrained, the female proved with that smile she was his equal. Damn if it didn’t appeal to him. He didn’t want a sex toy to warm his bed. He wanted a partner; someone to match and complement him.

  “Since you said please.” He brushed the swollen head of his dick over her lips, pushing into her open mouth on each pass but not thrusting into her. He was teasing them both, but her soft tongue curling around him as she tried to capture him made it worthwhile.

  She turned her head slightly, and he took her unspoken hint. He angled his length so she could lick from root to head and back. She leaned farther and would’ve tumbled forward if it hadn’t been for his hold on her. She dragged her tongue over his balls, one then the other, before drawing them into her mouth and rolling them. More energy skipped down his spine, and sweat beaded on his brow.

  He cursed. Her slow worship was exactly what he asked for. He needed more. “Swallow me.”

  She opened her mouth, and he pushed his dick past her parted lips, stretching them wide. “Beautiful. So damn beautiful.”

  Her moan answered him. The sound whipped through him, setting him on edge. He gave himself over to the moment and fucked
her mouth. She welcomed him. Accepted him. Freaking loved him with every swipe of her tongue. He wanted to return her devotion—tonight, tomorrow, for an eternity.

  Keep her. He wanted to keep her. Make her mine.

  His balls drew up. His seed rushed down his length. He cursed and pulled free before he lost it.

  “Not yet.” He panted.

  He dropped to his knees and undid the strap binding her wrists. His hands shook. He ignored the sight, not wanting to think about why they trembled. The moment she was free, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. She ate at his mouth, much the same way he had kissed her lower lips not long before. He let her lead him, enjoying the desperation in her frantic strokes as if she were starved for him, but other desires demanded payment.

  Harder than it had ever been, his cock ached. She’d ease him, though. Bring him peace. He wanted that—to find heaven in her arms. She was the only one who could give it to him too. The certainty of his thoughts gripped him. No other female would fit him the way she did. If he let her go, another male might steal her from him and mate her. Sean would lose everything.

  He tore his mouth from hers. “On your knees. I want you from behind.”

  She complied with his demand, then glanced over her shoulder. “Take me. Please.”

  He leaned over her. His cock slipped into position, pushing at her entrance but not breaching her. Hand on her hip, he held her in place and bent so his lips touched hers, not a kiss exactly. He shared air with her. It was an intimate expression only the closest of lovers engaged in. Her breathing quickened. She no doubt recognized the act for what it was.

  “I want to own you.” He whispered the confession. Crazy or not, the claim felt right.

  “Own me how?”

  “Keep you. Mate you. Love you from now until the spirit wolf calls us home.” He eased the head of his cock into her. Her core gripped him in an attempt to pull him deep. He breathed through the sensation and the urge to fill her. “Tell me you want that.”

  “Yes, I want that.” Her voice cracked. “I want to call you my mate. I want that more than anything.”

  “Oh, baby.” He slipped his tongue between her lips at the same time as he drove home. Her body conformed around him, molding him as if made for him. Soft, wet, warm—she was perfect.

  Heaven. She’s my heaven.

  The knowledge came and went. Primal demands took over. He needed to prove to her she’d made the right choice, that he could satisfy and be her everything. He broke their kiss and let his instincts guide him. He thrust into her. She gasped. Liking the sound, he repeated the rough stroke, over and over, until she writhed for him.

  He grinned, pleased by her response. “You like that?”

  “Yes. More. Give me more, please.”

  He did, slamming into her hard enough to tear a throaty moan from her. She hung her head and moved against him, countering his thrusts. He grabbed her hips and helped her. His balls slapped against her ass, and the tiny waves massaging his length tightened, strangling him.

  “Yes.” He leaned over her and clamped his mouth over her shoulder, biting her at the same time as he drove deep and let the release take him. Her soul opened to him. Bright and pure, she was beautiful.

  He moved through her and left a piece of his soul behind. It tied him to her. She’d feel him—his needs, his moods, his pain—and be able to comfort him. He wanted to do the same. It would be easy enough. He’d just have to claim a piece of her soul. They be soul-bonded; joined in life and death. He’d never be separated from her. It was the ultimate act of love, but… He hadn’t asked her if she wanted that. He’d asked her to be his mate, not his eternal partner. They were two entirely different things.

  No. It wasn’t right to take the choice out of her hands. They had a lifetime ahead of them to decide.

  He let the piece of her soul he held slip through his fingers. It pained him, but it was the right thing to do. Slow swipes of his tongue eased any discomfort his bite had caused and sealed his scent into her body, so anyone who got close to her would know she belonged to him.

  “My mate.” He rested his cheek over his bite mark, a beautiful scar she’d carry for the rest of her life. “Thank you.”

  He wasn’t sure what he was thanking her for—mating him, accepting him, taking a chance on him. He was just damn glad she had.

  Chapter Six

  Sean woke to the rhythmic thump of a heartbeat under his ear. He popped his eyelids open. Strands of pale blonde hair caressing the scarred impression of his teeth filled his vision. Memories returned in a rush. He’d taken a mate—a gorgeous, strong female from the Tanner pack named…

  Curses whipped through his head. He didn’t know the name of his mate. How ridiculous was that? He’d mated a stranger.

  She stirred. A smile graced her lips. “Mmmm…good morning, mate.”

  Did she even know his name? Did she care? His heart rate quickened. What the hell had he done? Made the biggest damn mistake of my life. That’s what.

  He scrambled back and crouched several feet away. She propped on her elbow. The warmth in her expression faded. An icy indifference replaced it. No doubt his reaction caused her mood change. Why wouldn’t it? She’d woken happy and in the arms of her mate, and he’d freaked out.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to react that way. It’s just that I…” He shoved to his feet and ran a hand through his short hair. Deep breaths filled his lungs with his mate’s scent, and he calmed. The rapid beat of his heart slowed. Reality returned.

  Okay. I took a mate. This is not the end of the world. I’m sure she’s a very nice female. He hoped. He exhaled roughly. “It’s just that the rashness of what we did last night left me a little uneasy this morning. I don’t even know your name.”

  She pushed to her feet and held out a hand. “My name is Jenna Tanner. Michael Tanner, the alpha of my pack, is my uncle. I hate his guts and pray that one of these full moons, a dominant will be brave enough to challenge him. He needs to die.”

  Was that why she agreed to mate him? Was she shopping for a male who could offer her the alpha female spot? He snorted. “Well, if you think I can be the one to take him out, you mated the wrong guy. I don’t even want to lead my pack, let alone your fucked-up one.”

  She cringed and dropped her hand. “That’s not why I agreed to mate you.”

  “Then why did you?”

  She swept her gaze over him and shook her head. “I have no clue.”

  “Look. I’m sorry. This is not going the way I expected. Why don’t I get us some breakfast? Then we can talk.”

  “Sure.”

  “Great.” He walked toward the hall closet where they kept spare clothes for unexpected shifts. He grabbed a pair of sweats, a T-shirt and flip-flops. “Make yourself at home. Get a shower or whatever. I’ll be back soon.”

  He opened the lockbox stashed in the corner of the closet, took a couple of twenties, then slipped out the front door. He needed a few moments to get his thoughts in order before he ruined his relationship with his only mate.

  The front door was locked when Sean returned. Trepidation tightened his muscles, but he entered the code and opened the door. Silence greeted him.

  “Jenna!”

  No answer.

  He set the two coffees and bag of donuts on the hall table and rushed into the office. Empty. The why was obvious—she’d left. Still, he went through the large building, opening every door and calling out to her.

  His steps dragged by the time he returned to the office. He leaned against the doorframe and stared at the spot where he and Jenna had made love. The memory washed over him, and the same rightness he’d felt in her arms the night before returned. His wolf hadn’t fought him while he’d mated her. It hadn’t encouraged him either. It had remained silent, much as it had been all morning. No help there.

  “Tru
st my instincts, huh?” Noah had told him that. He’d also said that you make a choice then live with it.

  “Well, I made mine—Jenna Tanner.” And he wouldn’t give up on her or them.

  He grabbed his cell phone from where he’d left it on the desk the night before and dialed Noah’s number.

  “Hello?” Noah’s gruff voice filled the line.

  “What can you tell me about Jenna Tanner?”

  “Why do you want to know?”

  The protective edge to Noah’s voice brought a smile to Sean’s lips.

  “Because I mated her last night, and I didn’t handle the morning after too well. She took off, and I know nothing about her other than her name.”

  Noah laughed. “Damn. I don’t even know what to say.”

  “Start with congratulations, then tell me where I can find my mate.”

  “Congratulations.” The sincerity in Noah’s voice rang true. “Jenna is a wonderful female. You couldn’t have picked a better mate.”

  “Thanks.” He grinned. “I agree. She’s perfect, but I really fucked up. I’m worried she thinks I regret mating her.”

  “Do you?”

  “No, but I rushed into it. I should’ve waited until I got to know her better.”

  “Can’t argue that, but you have plenty of time to do so now.”

  “True, and I’m going to make sure I do it right this time.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “And I don’t think she’s going to want to live with my parents or little brothers while we get to know each other.”

  “Doubt it.”

  He needed a house. Maybe a ring. He wanted to be married and have their union blessed under the light of the moon before they took their relationship to the next step. No way did he want to get her pregnant without the official documents that told the world she was his.

  He snagged his keys. “Look, I’ve got stuff to do for Jenna. I want her happy. So, tell me where I can find her.”

  “She lives in a blue trailer about a mile from my house. You can’t miss it. It’s the only one with a vegetable garden in the front yard.”