Savage (Wolf Ranch #4) - Renee Rose Page 0,3

room. That would be extraordinarily ungentlemanly. Hell, she just might be taking advantage of me. And that was sure as hell fine with me.

I was unprepared for the sweetness of the kiss. The intensity. Her lips were soft and tasted faintly of strawberries and vodka. Her impetuous tongue swept between my lips, and that was my undoing although I’d been barely holding on before now.

Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back at all. I must’ve had more alcohol than I should have. Or maybe it had been the contemplation of wishing I could have my own mate, but suddenly my focus narrowed to nothing but this moment. This sweet little human before me, offering her mouth up for the taking.

And take it I did.

I fucking owned it. And her.

I kissed the hell out of the little nurse until she writhed against me, her ankles hooked behind my back, pulling me against her sweetest spot.

“Clint,” she whimpered against my lips, her voice thready with need.

“Yeah, sugar?” I held her jaw, ready to angle my lips back over hers as soon as she finished her piece. I still couldn’t smell a thing, which drove me fucking nuts. I just knew she’d smell delicious. Edible, even.

Her eyes dropped to the bulge in my jeans. The bulge pressed up against her pink satin panties. “Show me what you’re packing in there,” she murmured, her voice husky.

I shouldn’t. I wasn’t going to, but my dick was leading the charge.

Her deft fingers popped the button and undid the zipper before I’d even decided how to tell her we shouldn’t.

“Aw, sugar, drinking and—oh.” I choked on the last syllable when she grasped the base of my dick in her tight fist and gave it a tug. Those tiny fingers gripped me tight.

“Do you have a condom, cowboy?” Her smile was knowing and sure, her touch intent. She had plans for my dick.

A shudder of pleasure ran through me. I lengthened in her hand as she jerked me off. Pre-cum dripped down over her fingers.

My brain could barely process for the pleasure, the synapses slow and sparking, but I eventually reached in my back pocket and produced a condom. “Yes, ma’am.”

She took it from me and ripped it open with her teeth then rolled the rubber on. I didn’t even know if she finished getting it in place because a storm of desire flushed through me, volcanic in nature. I wanted in her. Now. I wanted to feel the tight, hot heat of her pussy around me. I wanted to feel the ripples of her pleasure as I fucked her over the edge.

“Come here,” I rasped, picking her up so she straddled my waist. Gripping the full swell of each ass cheek, I spun her around until her back was against the wall.

“Oh God, yes.” She clung to my shoulders, holding herself up as I shoved her panties to the side and sunk into her heat.

Yes. Yes.

A growl filled the storeroom. The thump of music from Cody’s dance floor faded. My vision narrowed to myopic level. Nothing mattered except pounding into this sweet, willing human I had nailed to the wall with my dick.

Especially when she started making little noises of agreement. Uhn. Uhn. Clint.

Oh, damn. She felt so good. So perfect. So right.

Why hadn’t I let off some steam with humans more often? It was definitely worth it. I buried my cock in her sweet heat up to the hilt, eased back, shoved in deep again. I watched her closely, ensuring I was giving it to her how she needed it. I didn’t let myself pound as hard as I wanted to for fear I’d hurt her. It didn't matter. Fucking her still felt like heaven. Every time I filled her, I lost a little more control until I was pushing fast and hard, holding my hips close to hers, so I wouldn’t slam her against the wall.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, her legs wrapped tight behind my back, the heels of those cowboy boots digging into my ass. She kept making those sounds that drove me fucking crazy.

Holy shit, it had never been this good. This wild, as if I were almost… savage for her.

“I’m gonna come, sugar. Are you close?” No way was I leaving her behind.

“Now, cowboy,” she commanded, like she’d been waiting to say it.

I sped up, jackhammering in and out, while her cries filled my ears. I came with a snarl—the kind of sound I should never let a human hear, but it