“Are you sure?” Nina looked concerned.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
Nina hugged her and Megan followed. “I’m happy for you, Tracy. This is a good thing, you know,”
Megan murmured into her ear.
“I hope so.”
They walked back into the building and Tracy headed down the path and ended up at the hedge maze.
She wandered down the first wide lane and headed left, toward a bench near a fountain.
Sitting down, she put her head back and looked up at the sky.
That’s how Nick found her. When she’d left with the others, he’d tried to talk himself into staying in the room. Tried to pretend that what he was feeling was just raw lust but had failed. His wolf had chafed at that and pushed him into getting up and out of the room and he’d followed her scent on the wind.
“Hi,” he said as he approached the bench.
She sat up slowly, her eyes meeting his, and everything else simply ceased to exist. “Hi.”
Dropping onto the bench beside her, he couldn’t resist any longer. “I need to know.” He leaned in, put his face into her neck and breathed in deeply.
It hit him then—her pheromones slamming into his system, twining with his senses, luring him, seducing him. Her scent called to him, her chemicals tangoed with his and he groaned, his entire body hardening with want for her. Not just physical desire but the need to possess her in every way.
He clenched his fists to keep from ripping her clothes off.
“Oh,” she said faintly when he moved his head back, keeping his face close to her own. His eyes locked on her lips, red and shiny, and his breath caught when she licked them nervously.
He forced himself to stay still when she leaned in and breathed deeply of him, but it was too much when he watched her physical reaction, saw the gooseflesh work up the back of her neck. When he could smell her body blooming for him, scent her desire creamy between her thighs. He groaned again and put a hand to her chin, moving her face back so he could see into her eyes.
“Tracy?”
She nodded, wordless and he moved so that their lips touched and the flames jumped and consumed them both. One of his arms banded around her waist and pulled her to him tightly as his mouth devoured hers.
His tongue was hot and wet as it slid against her teeth and into her mouth. The dance of movement between them was all-encompassing. There was nothing but strained breathing and soft sighs.
“God, I have to have you,” Nick said as his mouth moved to her jaw.
“Yes, oh yes.” She scrambled into his lap, straddling him, and he pulled her jacket off and then her shirt and stilled for a moment when he saw her br**sts. They were small and perky and she had the loveliest pink ni**les. Even the rings piercing each one worked on him. She arched her back, grinding herself into him, and they both moaned at the contact with his cock.
“Off, off, off!” she murmured as her hands worked at his belt and the button and zipper of his fly.
Suddenly his c**k was free and in her hands and the pleasure of that contact was so good as it rushed through him that it made him slightly faint. He’d had a lot of sex with a lot of sexy women but even while buried deep in the hottest of them he’d never felt as totally electrified by pleasure as he did with his c**k in her hand.
He groaned and pulled at her jeans, opening them and standing her up long enough to work them down her thighs. It took a moment more of frustrated work to get her boot off and one leg of the jeans free and she was back on his lap, naked against his
clothed body, and he was so turned on that when she brushed herself over his c**k he shuddered with it and had to clench his teeth to keep from coming then and there.
“If you don’t put yourself inside of me and right now, I’m going to fall over dead,” she said.
He laughed and put a hand between her thighs, fingers brushing through the folds of her pu**y to be sure she was ready. And was she ever. Swollen, hot and so juicy that his c**k jumped in anticipation.
Her head fell back and he slowly drew circles around her clit with slick fingertips and took a nipple between his teeth. She arched into him with a pleading cry and rolled her hips into his hand.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, lips brushing against her nipple. His fingers slid into her and his thumb came up and across her clit. She whimpered and her hands went into his hair.
The weak winter sun shone down on her skin. She should have been cold but the heat of her desire for him warmed her. There weren’t even words for how much she wanted him, for how she felt at that moment. Drowning in him, needing him so much she ached with it, each touch of his mouth, of his hands on her, drove her into a frenzy. Her wolf paced inside her, recognizing his wolf, and she’d never felt so out of control and yet so very right all at once.
He bit down gently on her nipple and pressed hard on her clit with his thumb and her climax hurtled through her with blinding intensity. She had to bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming but a moan that came from deep inside her escaped anyway, and he echoed it.
“I have to f**k you, baby. Are you ready?”
“Yesyesyesyes,” she whispered, body still tingling from orgasm.
She moved up on her knees and their fingers brushed against each other as she reached back to help guide him into her.
Eyes locked, she sank down on him, pulling his c**k deep inside her body.
“Oh, yes. You’re so f**king perfect, Tracy. Your pu**y is so tight and hot.”
She hummed her satisfaction with the thick girth of his c**k and the words that flowed from him as she rocked against him slowly, enjoying the way he felt buried inside her.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
Nina hugged her and Megan followed. “I’m happy for you, Tracy. This is a good thing, you know,”
Megan murmured into her ear.
“I hope so.”
They walked back into the building and Tracy headed down the path and ended up at the hedge maze.
She wandered down the first wide lane and headed left, toward a bench near a fountain.
Sitting down, she put her head back and looked up at the sky.
That’s how Nick found her. When she’d left with the others, he’d tried to talk himself into staying in the room. Tried to pretend that what he was feeling was just raw lust but had failed. His wolf had chafed at that and pushed him into getting up and out of the room and he’d followed her scent on the wind.
“Hi,” he said as he approached the bench.
She sat up slowly, her eyes meeting his, and everything else simply ceased to exist. “Hi.”
Dropping onto the bench beside her, he couldn’t resist any longer. “I need to know.” He leaned in, put his face into her neck and breathed in deeply.
It hit him then—her pheromones slamming into his system, twining with his senses, luring him, seducing him. Her scent called to him, her chemicals tangoed with his and he groaned, his entire body hardening with want for her. Not just physical desire but the need to possess her in every way.
He clenched his fists to keep from ripping her clothes off.
“Oh,” she said faintly when he moved his head back, keeping his face close to her own. His eyes locked on her lips, red and shiny, and his breath caught when she licked them nervously.
He forced himself to stay still when she leaned in and breathed deeply of him, but it was too much when he watched her physical reaction, saw the gooseflesh work up the back of her neck. When he could smell her body blooming for him, scent her desire creamy between her thighs. He groaned again and put a hand to her chin, moving her face back so he could see into her eyes.
“Tracy?”
She nodded, wordless and he moved so that their lips touched and the flames jumped and consumed them both. One of his arms banded around her waist and pulled her to him tightly as his mouth devoured hers.
His tongue was hot and wet as it slid against her teeth and into her mouth. The dance of movement between them was all-encompassing. There was nothing but strained breathing and soft sighs.
“God, I have to have you,” Nick said as his mouth moved to her jaw.
“Yes, oh yes.” She scrambled into his lap, straddling him, and he pulled her jacket off and then her shirt and stilled for a moment when he saw her br**sts. They were small and perky and she had the loveliest pink ni**les. Even the rings piercing each one worked on him. She arched her back, grinding herself into him, and they both moaned at the contact with his cock.
“Off, off, off!” she murmured as her hands worked at his belt and the button and zipper of his fly.
Suddenly his c**k was free and in her hands and the pleasure of that contact was so good as it rushed through him that it made him slightly faint. He’d had a lot of sex with a lot of sexy women but even while buried deep in the hottest of them he’d never felt as totally electrified by pleasure as he did with his c**k in her hand.
He groaned and pulled at her jeans, opening them and standing her up long enough to work them down her thighs. It took a moment more of frustrated work to get her boot off and one leg of the jeans free and she was back on his lap, naked against his
clothed body, and he was so turned on that when she brushed herself over his c**k he shuddered with it and had to clench his teeth to keep from coming then and there.
“If you don’t put yourself inside of me and right now, I’m going to fall over dead,” she said.
He laughed and put a hand between her thighs, fingers brushing through the folds of her pu**y to be sure she was ready. And was she ever. Swollen, hot and so juicy that his c**k jumped in anticipation.
Her head fell back and he slowly drew circles around her clit with slick fingertips and took a nipple between his teeth. She arched into him with a pleading cry and rolled her hips into his hand.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, lips brushing against her nipple. His fingers slid into her and his thumb came up and across her clit. She whimpered and her hands went into his hair.
The weak winter sun shone down on her skin. She should have been cold but the heat of her desire for him warmed her. There weren’t even words for how much she wanted him, for how she felt at that moment. Drowning in him, needing him so much she ached with it, each touch of his mouth, of his hands on her, drove her into a frenzy. Her wolf paced inside her, recognizing his wolf, and she’d never felt so out of control and yet so very right all at once.
He bit down gently on her nipple and pressed hard on her clit with his thumb and her climax hurtled through her with blinding intensity. She had to bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming but a moan that came from deep inside her escaped anyway, and he echoed it.
“I have to f**k you, baby. Are you ready?”
“Yesyesyesyes,” she whispered, body still tingling from orgasm.
She moved up on her knees and their fingers brushed against each other as she reached back to help guide him into her.
Eyes locked, she sank down on him, pulling his c**k deep inside her body.
“Oh, yes. You’re so f**king perfect, Tracy. Your pu**y is so tight and hot.”
She hummed her satisfaction with the thick girth of his c**k and the words that flowed from him as she rocked against him slowly, enjoying the way he felt buried inside her.
