Page 48 of House of Wolves
A loud crash sounds from behind us. We turn toward the road below, at the base of the hill, opposite the laboratory. Someone crashed into the shiny red Porsche parked on the side of the road, right around the bend.
“You have to be fucking kidding me!” Grimm yells, leaving us and racing down the hill.
“Was that his car?” Brick asks, moving in close.
“Yep.” I wince, watching as a young woman with blonde-almost white-long hair emerges from the beat-up brown Volkswagen, now smashed against Grimm’s sports car.
“Hey, it’s a pretty girl. Maybe he’ll go easy on her.” Grimm reaches the offender at the end of my statement, and I can practically see the steam leaving his ears as his yells travel to my eardrums. I sigh, shaking my head. “Just what he needs.”
My attention diverts as two strong arms wrap around me and pull me against a wall of muscle. “It’s just what I need. Now I have you alone.”
I motion to the swarm of people below. “We’re not really alone.”
He rolls his eyes and swats in their direction. “Forget about them. Whenever I’m with you, it feels like it’s just the two of us.”
My heart swells at his words, and I kiss his lips, allowing the affection to linger as his hands feel my back. He pulls back. “Although, I much rather actually be alone with you.”
I sigh with a grin. “Fine, ravish me.” I fall into him, removing my effort to hold myself up. He doesn’t hesitate, swinging me over my shoulder as I squeal and hit his back. He jogs, bouncing me along until we're hidden behind a dense forest. He shifts, raising me slightly as his body grows in height and mass. He’s still clothed, an attribute I envy, but his speed increases as he charges through the woods, carrying me to God knows where. I could ask, but I don’t bother. Where my mate goes, I’ll follow. Technically right now, I’m swung over his shoulder without any say in the matter, but I know our destination ends with me being fucked silly, and who am I to complain about that?
22
House of Brick
I’moutofbreath,huffing and puffing on my knees. I dig my nails into the sculpted thighs, sandwiching me into the tight space. He’s so large, filling my mouth entirely. I use my hand to lather the remainder of him, working my damned hardest to make this pig lose himself, and sputter deep into my throat.
I glance up at him, his eyes clenched and his fingers working through my hair, doing everything to steel himself—to model his signature bricklike persona. I shut my eyes. It’s too much for me to look at him, lost in the pleasure of my lips. I always lose. He’ll have me coming several times before knotting me. No matter how hard I blow this house of brick, he never crumbles—insisting his seed fills me where his instincts demand.
He groans, and his body tightens. I bare down, using all my werewolf strength to pin myself in place, but I’m no use. He grabs my hair, yanking me back, and his cock falls out of my mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his tip. We freeze, waiting for our next move.
He’s transformed. I stare into his smokey eyes above his flat snout, breathing long and heavy breaths. Seeing him in his werepig form always does something to me. More than normal, which is saying a hell of a lot since I can’t get my hands or cunt off of this man, even now that my ovulation is over with.
I bite my lip, the tension thick between us and becoming too much. The small movement does it for him, and in one swoop, he catches me in his arm, carrying me the short distance to his bed and dropping me atop the white comforter. I squeal in delight as he folds over me, nuzzling his wet nose into the crook of my neck.
“You never let me have my fun,” I whine through labored gasps.
“You sound like you’re having fun.” His fingers trail down my body, seeking out the heat between my legs. “You feel like you’re having fun.”
I moan as he teases my seam, so delicate that I press against him for more. That’s me, always wanting more, and he continues to make me wait and beg for it. I’d throw a fit, but God, do I love it. I love everything about this man. In fact, so much so that as he dives his fingers in deeper, thrusting into my entrance and rubbing my bud simultaneously, I can’t help by saying, “God, I love you.”
He shivers, his teasing touch gone and replaced with determination as he whispers into my ear. “I love you more, little wolf.” It’s not the first time we’ve said it to each other, not even close. It’s been about two weeks since he carried me off the hill, overlooking the block of doom. Two weeks without leaving each other’s sides besides the ever-annoying work. I’m able to work from home, but Brick has had to leave every day, suiting up in his tan lieutenant garb, leaving me for hours, sitting in my desperate want for him.
Thankfully, I had loads of work to keep me busy. I’m still not allowed to finish my exposé on the Hunters. The Federal Department of Supernatural forbids me from revealing their—but really my—bust so other Hunters don’t go into hiding. I’ve moped about it, but I found some good use of my time. Specifically researching every illegal and shitty thing Officer Wood has ever done and blasting him in his own exposé article. I also told Brick about him trying to sexually assault me. Maybe not the best idea since he left in a fit of rage and returned hours later covered in suspicious amounts of blood, but I don’t stick my nose where it doesn’t belong. Okay, maybe I do, but this seemed like something that would be better if I kept my deniability. Besides, Wood deserved every horrible thing that came to him. It’s about time some evil pigs got blown the fuck down.
I’d thought that when my ovulation was over with, I’d be able to think more rationally. A part of me feared that once my wits returned, I’d go back to loathing Brick, but the opposite happened. After the sticky, suffocating heat washed away, all that was left was the kernels of reasoning for our predestined pairing. I still can’t get enough of him, and although we still bother each other with our sometimes polar opposite personalities, it makes everything so much more fun.
Of course, I love this man. It’s more than a mating bond. He’s everything to me. Crazy how something so soul-catching could manifest in such a short amount of time.
“Dear God!” I yell, the pleasure closing in on me, firing up my nerves into a roaring flame. “That’s it, baby. Worship me with your cunt.” Brick rings out every last drop from me, before removing his hand and replacing his length, barely giving me a moment before rutting inside of me. Three shallow thrusts and he’s completely inside of me, his semi-inflating knot stretching my entrance, sending something fierce through my nervous system.
“I’m so close.” His breath is hot on my skin, and he's unable to hold himself back as he pounds his way home. “So tight, so perfect,” he murmurs more encouraging phrases, lost in a ramble of pleasure. He tightens again, winding me up, and we both crash at the same time—the climb reaching its max. We fall together into a warm spring, swimming until we wash up on the shore, lying in silence. He inflates, stretching me further. It has its pain, but I revel in it, digging my nails into his now-human back.
He smooths my hair, peppering kisses at the side of my face. “God, I love you.”
I smile. “You’re just saying that because you’re stuck with me. Literally.”
He shakes my head. I’m only teasing, and he knows it, but I’m eager to hear his witty retort. I love his mind, the way he never lets my mouth run without catching my baton. He sighs and I think maybe he’s too sated to play our game, but then he parts his lips, his voice velvet and cracked pepper. “Before I met you, I didn’t believe in divinity. I’d been alone in this world,other thanto every being around me. I only had my mom, and then she died, and I had no one. If something existed beside our mortal plane, I supposed it didn’t care about me, or had a sick sense of fun. But when I saw you that first day and felt the mating bond tighten, I surmised any god would be the latter for sticking me with you.”
“Wow, thanks.” I laugh in annoyance.
