face. She looked like an angel, all naked and ready. With a trembling and eager fingers, she took his cock in hand and slowly slid down the length. He watched himself slide into her, his breath catching in his lungs at the powerful connection.
She felt amazing, like silk, and heat, and everything impossible. Chacha rocked her hips, moaning his name. He gripped her curves, his fingers digging into her flesh. He used the leverage to lean her forward until he could close his mouth around one breast. When he twirled his tongue around her nipple, her pussy clenched him. Hard. She bucked her hips with less finesse, but it felt just as good.
Chacha moved with speed above him as she chased down her release. He felt it. He saw it happen. The hitch of her breath, the stutter in her movements. She screamed his name, pumping her hips a few times before collapsing on top of him. She continued moving, but her legs were shaking too much to support her. It didn’t matter.
Watching his mate go over the edge had brought him that much closer to his own climax. He pumped his hips up off the bed in a quick succession of thrusts before grunting out her name. He held her close as his release racked through his body with more force and more pleasure than he had ever thought possible.
He rolled them onto their sides, keeping her close, needing her close.
“Wow,” she sighed happily into his chest.
“Wow, yeah. That is definitely an understatement.”
Rush didn’t want to leave her, but there was a condom to deal with. He quickly went to the bathroom to take care of it before diving back into bed. He loved the way Chacha immediately reached out for him, letting her head drop onto his chest. Her soft hair tickled his heated skin, blanketing him in her scent. It was by far the best night of his life.
Now, if only he had been able to say her real name and not this strange nickname she was clinging to along with her mask.
“It is almost midnight,” Chantal remarked, her delicate fingers pointing to the alarm clock on the bedside table.
“Well, then I have a good way we can ring in the new year.”
Chantal giggled against him as he flipped her onto her back. His lips went for her neck, tracing along the smooth column of it until he kissed her.
“You can’t be ready to go again,” she squeaked.
“Oh, trust me. I’m definitely good for round two.” He didn’t need to prove his words. His cock was already hardening and pressing into her hip. Chacha arched closer, a smile on her lips.
“Happy New Year,” he whispered a few moments later after he had rolled another condom on, then he slid into her waiting core.
“Happy New Year,” she repeated breathlessly.
But, of course, when the clock did strike midnight, they were both way too preoccupied to notice. Not that it mattered. Not to Rush, anyway. He had welcomed a fresh start to the year, all tangled up with his mate. There was literally nothing better than that. Especially when his mate was the stunning sex kitten Chacha.
When he finally fell asleep, hours later, he knew that his life was forever changed.
As soon as they woke in the morning, he would call down for room service, and he would tell Chacha everything. About his wolf, about his family, about the fact that they were mates.
This was going to be their year.
Chapter Eight
Chantal
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
What had she done?
Well, Chantal knew what she had done. She had slept with Rush.
That was not strictly true. They actually had not slept much at all. They had round two, then three, then four. Chantal had stopped counting after that. As she slid across the bed to get away from Rush, she felt the sweet soreness of her body.
Everything ached, but in a very good, extremely satiated way. But that didn’t change anything. Chantal knew she couldn’t keep Rush or have any more contact with him. He had been into Chacha, her New Year’s Eve persona.
Not her.
She was not the kind of woman who went around having one-night stands. Not that there was anything wrong with that, really. It just wasn’t something she had ever thought to do before. Men didn’t look at her short, curvy frame, hidden behind layers of shyness, and feel the need to fuck her.
Nope. She was the nice girl-next-door type who got cheated on.
This had been a fluke.
Besides, Chantal