Ruthless (Wolf Ranch #6) - Renee Rose Page 0,23

taste of her mouth… and her pussy.

I pulled away, and she looked up at me through her lashes. Yeah, she liked me. My kisses, how I made her feel. How I made her forget. She wouldn’t admit it. What independent woman wanted to admit they liked to hand over control? As a shifter, I needed it, especially when she gave it to me so sweetly.

“I should get home, Rand.”

I didn’t miss a beat. “I’m going with you. Or bringing you to my place.”

“Excuse me?”

“I already told you I don’t want you staying there alone until we get the electrical sorted out. We never got those smoke alarms put up.” It was the truth. I wasn’t going to be able to sleep knowing her house could catch fire. Of course, the electrical hadn’t changed in decades, so I didn’t think it would make much difference now, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. Besides, I wanted her in my bed. Beside me. “And,” I stepped in closer. “After watching all those other men drooling over you tonight, I’m pretty much dying to mar—I mean, to stake my claim.”

She rolled her eyes. Again.

“You keep rolling your eyes at me, darlin’, and I’m going to spank your ass.” I leaned in close, played with one of her curls. “But then, that’s not really a punishment, is it?”

“Rand,” she breathed.

I inhaled, picked up her scent… and her arousal.

“Stake your claim?” she asked, ignoring my threat, which we both knew was no threat at all. “You don’t have a claim, big guy.”

I shoved down the sense of panic those words produced in me, prodding the overwhelming need to toss her over my shoulder and get her back to my place as fast as I could. Fates, I could hardly see straight from jealousy and possessiveness right now.

“Well, I’m trying to make one, darlin’. You’ve been driving me insane all night.”

“I was slinging drinks. You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you, crazy for not being able to touch you.” I leaned my forehead against hers. My dick was going to have a zipper imprint in it, and my balls had never been so blue. “I need to touch you. Say I can touch you.”

Her mouth fell open, and she glanced around. “What? Here?”

No one was around. I knew it. Heard it. Felt it. I didn’t have to look away. “Here. Now.”

She sputtered. “You’re serious.”

“I had to watch Robertson try to pick you up. I’m not sure if I’ll be buying anything at his feed store again.”

“You’ll deny him business because he wanted—”

“—my pussy,” I said, trying to hide the growl. She really was driving me crazy. “If he keeps his hands and thoughts to himself, maybe I’ll change my mind.”

She stared then laughed. She was laughing at me. My possessiveness. My need for her.

“You think this is funny, Red? This connection we have? I spent hours watching you tonight without being able to touch you. Fine. Just let me look. I won’t touch. Lift up that skirt and show me that pussy.”

“You’re serious.”

“Dead serious.” I stepped closer, my fingertips brushing her waist. I could lift her skirt myself, but I wanted her to do it for me. To offer herself up the way she had this afternoon.

Prove she was mine.

I watched her swallow, her pupils dilate. Only a shifter would be able to notice in this light.

She looked around one more time, rolling her eyes and blushing, then lifted her jean skirt. Higher and higher until it was at her hips. Light colored panties with little strings on the sides covered her pussy. Taking a deep breath, I could smell that lush peach between her thighs. It was wet. It was swollen and ripe and ready for me.

“Fuck, do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”

“Rand,” she whispered.

“I was wrong. I can’t not touch. Let me feel how wet you are. Let me make you feel good.”

She was panting now, and I could feel the heat coming from her skin. I’d stop if she really wanted to. I’d push her but only a little bit. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her, especially with my need.

“Yes.”

That one word was all I needed. Gently, or as gently as I possibly could be, I tucked my fingers into the elastic at her hips and snapped it, careful not to abraid her skin.

She gasped. I slid the rent panties from between her legs, tucking the damp cotton into my jeans pocket.

“Rand,” she breathed. “What are you doing