Zena Wynn: Tameka's Smile

Tameka thought he’d ease into it. Maybe a lick here. A swipe of the tongue there. Chad didn’t. He dove in. He opened his mouth over her slit and pushed his tongue into her channel, slurping. “Mmm, delicious. More,” he demanded and like a slave, her body obliged. She actually felt the gush of fluid that rushed forward in response to his command.

Oral sex wasn’t her thing, but my God, the things this man did to her. She bucked under him, trying to throw him off even as her hands pulled his head closer. He growled and the vibration went straight to her core and gathered in her clit, feeling better than any vibrator she’d ever tried.

“Mine.” He clamped down on her hips, prohibiting all movement. Something sharp scraped her mons.

Teeth , she thought with her last functioning brain cell.

“Come!” All thought processing ceased as her body exploded in immediate compliance with his demand.

“Mmm,” he moaned between slurps. “Again. Come again.” He growled, then bit her clit.

The vibration, combined with the pinch of pain, sent her over the edge and she screamed.

Before the sound faded, Chad had her flipped over onto her belly. There was a ripping sound, and then hard hands jerked her ass up into the air. Something smooth and round brushed against her vulva the barest second before she was deeply impaled.

He pounded into her, his balls slapping against her mound.

The force of his strokes pushed her forward until her head was jammed against the arm of the couch. Wet, suctioning sounds competed with the smack of flesh upon flesh as his hips repeatedly slammed against her behind. Chad’s fingernails dug into her hips a second before he gave a mighty roar. He drove in to the hilt and she felt his cock pulsing inside as his seed was released into her body.

He slumped over her back, gulping air as his cock slowly softened and oozed out of her body with a flood of moisture. The nails biting into her flesh eased as his grip loosened. “Damn, that was…”

“Incredible,” she completed, the weight of his body pushing her further into the cushion.

“Yeah. Incredible. Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I? I don’t always know my own strength.” His hands stroked from her hips to her belly.

“I’m fine. I think I’m locked into place, though.”

“What?” His body stilled. She couldn’t even hear him breathe.

“I don’t think I can move. My knees feel like they’re locked into position.”

“Oh. Give me a second and I’ll help.” She felt his chest expand against her back as he took a deep breath. On the next inhale, he braced his hands beside her head on the couch and pushed up. Wiry hair brushed against the sensitive folds of her sex as he sat up and pulled her with him, his arm a band around her waist.

She flopped back against him, head lolling on his shoulder, body boneless. “Just leave me. I’ll sleep out here. I don’t have the energy to move.”

“You’re not sleeping on the couch.” He stood and tipped Tameka back until he could lift her into his arms.

Following her scent, he headed straight for her bedroom and laid her on the bed. In seconds he had her stripped and under the covers. She gave a soft sigh and was out like a light.

He headed back out front to lock up. He hadn’t been invited to stay, but he wasn’t leaving. His wolf wouldn’t allow it even if he wanted to go. He checked the locks and windows, put up the food, and turned off the lights. In the dark, he walked back to the bedroom. Beside the bed, he pulled off what remained of his jeans and toed off his shoes and socks before climbing into bed beside his woman. She may not agree when morning came, but for tonight, she was his.

Being human, she might not accept what he was. He’d cross that bridge when it was time. In the meantime, he’d marked her with his teeth and his seed. His scent was all over her. Any shifter that came near her now was asking to die. She was his and he didn’t share. Not now. Not ever.

He pulled her into his arms and inhaled deeply. Yes, she belonged to him. Now he just needed to convince her.

I can’t believe it. Who knew the old bitch had relatives. No

matter. I’ll get rid of the interloper. By the time I’m finished with

her, she’ll be happy to sell.

At eight the next morning, Chad walked into the sheriff’s department, his mind still on the woman he’d left sleeping in bed. He wanted to be there when she woke. Hell, he wanted to wake her with his body, deep inside of hers. Instead, he was here, reporting for duty. Today was the first time in the history of his career that he’d hated reporting to work.

He walked past dispatch. “Morning, Deputy Wilson.”

“Ms. Hannah. Bull.” He nodded at them both before continuing to his locker.

Bull followed. “Hey, Wilson. Where were you last night?

Me and some of the guys met up at the Cock & Bull. I came to see if you wanted to join us, but you’d already high-tailed it out of here.”

“I had something to do.”

“Yeah. Okay. Listen, last night some of the guys were talking. Did you know Ms. Emma had a granddaughter? She’s here. Took over the old homestead. From what I heard, she’s a hot piece of as…”

The words were abruptly choked off as Chad erupted into two hundred and forty pounds of bristling werewolf. He had Bull slammed up against the locker, his forearm in his throat before he could blink. Bull’s eyes bugged out and his face turned red as his brain was deprived of oxygen. Chad got right in his face.

“Show some respect when you talk about her.”

“Wilson! In my office. Now!”

Chad hesitated a minute longer to make sure his point had been made.

“Deputy.”

He released Bull, allowing him to drop to the floor and stepped over him towards the doorway where Rome waited.

“Bull, you okay?”

“Yeah, boss. Just fine,” Bull wheezed.

Chad brushed past Rome and preceded him into the office, standing at attention while Rome passed him and sat on the edge of his desk.

“Close the door, Deputy.”

The door closed with a snap, sounding overly loud in the tense silence of the office.

“You want to talk about it?”

“No.” When Rome’s eyes narrowed in warning, Chad added, “Sir.”

“How long have you been with this department?”

“Two years…sir.”

“You’re a good officer. You were a little standoffish at first, but that’s understandable considering your background. You followed the rules, and never stepped outside of the lines. If there’s a problem, I hope you know you can talk to me about it.” Chad remained silent.

Rome sighed. “Go make your rounds, deputy. I’ll let it go, this time. If it happens again, I’ll have to take disciplinary action.

We can’t have any division in the ranks. Understood?” Chad gave a brief nod.

“Dismissed.”

Chad opened the door. Before he could leave, Rome had one more thing to say. “Chad, if there is a problem and you can’t talk to me, at least speak with Alex. You’re not a lone wolf anymore. That’s what packs are for, to help each other.” Chad waited to see if Rome had any more to say. When nothing more was forthcoming, he continued out the door.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Are you trying to get yourself fired?

Because if you are, you’re certainly going about it the right way.

What the hell is the matter with you? He castigated himself as he headed outside.

Bull caught him when he was almost to his squad car. “Hey, Wilson. Wait up.”

Chad stopped, knowing he owed the man an apology, but was loathe giving it.