Reach for the Sky (Wolffe Peak Book 1) Page 12

  “Wyatt, please,” she whimpered, her nails digging into his ass as she begged him to move.

  Fuck it. He wrapped her legs around his waist and started thrusting, mesmerized by the expressions that flickered across her face. Mouth parted, her head deepened into the pillows, and she cried his name. Victory urged him faster until he lost all rhythm. Sky moaned, her fingers digging into his back as her entire body shattered around him. He couldn’t look away as pure rapture spread over her face, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she rode out her orgasm.

  He was close, felt the pleasure snaking down his body, felt his balls swell and his cock thicken within her. And while he wanted nothing more than to follow in her wake, he wasn’t ready.

  Instead, he gripped her thighs and flipped them over so that she straddled him from above.

  “When I say the word, lean over me and bare your throat.”

  She swallowed and nodded before she started to move over him. Wyatt had intended to fuck her from beneath, make her come again, but he couldn’t force himself to move, his eyes riveted to the sight of her riding him. Boy howdy… Her breasts shifted with her graceful movements, her head thrown back as she pleasured herself on his cock.

  “Sky…” His ragged voice brought her gaze down on him, half-lidded and deeply blue. Then her mouth quirked into a devilish grin and his heart stuttered. She would be the death of him, of that he had no doubt. But there were worse ways to go.

  She leaned back and placed her palms against his thighs, her hips thrust forward. This time when she moved, it was harder and quicker, her pace erratic. Wyatt’s breath caught in his throat, his fingers gripping her legs as his eyes rolled back. Christ…he groaned, heat spreading through his cock when she came for a second time.

  “Now,” he growled.

  She dropped over him and bared her neck. His canines ached, but rather than sink them into her throat, he gripped her ass and lifted her in the air, slamming into her over and over. Her cries were music to his ears, and when he felt his own orgasm plow through him, he buried his fangs right above her jugular.

  Bliss…it was the only word he could think of as magic crashed into them and they cried out together, the pleasure cresting within him until he felt his body tremble from the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced.

  A fluttered breath brushed against his throat as Sky’s weight settled on top of him. Without thought, Wyatt’s arms curved around her, holding her close. This was new for him. In his experience, once he finished, he was out the door as fast as possible.

  But this was his mate.

  He blinked and stared up at the ceiling. His mate. He threaded his fingers through her beautiful hair and gazed into her face. Her eyes were closed and a small smile curved her lips.

  Did he regret what they’d done?

  He pushed her hair behind her ear and placed a gentle kiss against her brow.

  Not on his fucking life.

  Chapter 14

  Sky snorted herself awake, eyes snapping open at that intrusive sound. Ugh, she’d always hated that about Hidden Creek. They kept the rooms cold and dry to combat the humidity that awaited them outside. Clearing her throat, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and stretched, seeking Wyatt. Instead, her fingers found a crisp paper swan tucked against his pillow.

  Chuckling, she held up the swan and carefully unfolded it. Breakfast, be back soon. Her mouth tugged and she spent the next ten minutes attempting to refold the note. How the hell… Exasperated, she tossed it back down onto the bed and stretched once more. Every muscle in her body ached, but it was a pleasant ache that reminded her of last night. Wyatt had proven himself insatiable, not that she’d complained. It wasn’t as though she’d experimented with many human men in the past ten years. Though she loathed her old pack, she didn’t loathe her wolf, nor did she revel in hiding half of herself from any lover. And after the humans had learned of her kind, those interested in sleeping with a werewolf weren’t the sort she was interested in.

  The hotel door swung open, and Wyatt strode in, a massive tray of food balanced in his palm.

  “What did you do?” She laughed. “Rob the kitchen?”

  He shot her a wolfish grin. “As a matter of fact…”

  “What are you waiting for?” She wriggled her eyebrows. “Bring me some food! I’m starved.”

  He leaned over the bed and kissed her, the platter of food balanced perfectly above their heads. “Mm, me too. And not just for food.”

  Teasing, Sky reached for the plate. “I just want food.”

  Wyatt straightened, his free hand clutched over his chest. “My poor heart.” He flashed her a stunning grin and reached for a bagel. “Now, you get nothing.”

  Sky blinked as he took a large bite of bagel. Their adventures had only ended a few hours ago, and her stomach begged for sustenance. “Wyatt…” she growled. Clutching the sheets to her chest, she rose from the bed and reached for the luscious selection of strawberries.

  “Ah, ah.” He waggled a finger at her and lifted the plate high above his head. “Mean wolves don’t get fruit.”

  “What?” Her mouth dropped as she raked a starving glance over the assorted goodies.

  “As alpha, I can’t reward such mean behavior. Now, tell me you want my body and you can eat.”

  Sky burst out laughing. “Oh, so that’s how this is?”

  “Mhmm.”

  She unleashed her worst growl and stepped up flush to him, her fingers loosening on the sheet.

  “Oh, so fierce,” he teased, steel eyes sparking with a challenge. “What are you going to do? Growl me to death?”

  She leapt into the air and snatched at the plate, her fingers grazing the ceramic before he spun out of reach.

  “Too slow!” He laughed as he popped a plump cherry in his mouth. “Come on, Sky. I’m almost full and you haven’t gotten a single bite yet. Say you’re sorry and the whole plate is yours.”

  “And if I refuse?” she challenged with a playful glare.

  “Ah, then alas, no breakfast for you.”

  “Alas?” She laughed.

  “Hey! I read! Would you prefer I’d said, ‘then you’d be shit out of luck’?”

  “Maybe.” She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.

  “That’s two insults this morning.” He flicked up two fingers and tsked at her. “And after all I did for you last night.”

  “Did for me?”

  He laughed. “Please. Like you’d make the effort to get yourself off that many times.”

  A furious blush scoured her cheeks.

  “Better hurry up and apologize, Sky. Otherwise I’m going to eat this entire plate…”

  Two could play at that game. She released the sheet and watched mischievously as the material pooled around her feet. Wyatt’s laughter died on a sharp breath. With a low hum, she eased down onto the bed, then stretched upward with her arms, displaying every curve. She braved a glance, her heart pattering at the sight of a far more primal hunger awakening within him.

  Like taking candy from a baby…

  Appealing to his alpha nature, she poked out her bottom lip. “But I’m so hungry. I need something warm and solid to fill me…”

  His Adam’s apple tensed as he swallowed. Dominant or not, she still had a trick or two up her sleeve. She locked her feet around his ass and drew him toward the bed while running her fingertips across her marked throat. “Don’t you wanna fill me up, Wyatt?” She purred his name, then reached for the lip of his pants.

  “Christ, Sky…”

  The plate toppled to the bed and fruit spilled over the sheets, forgotten. Wyatt leaned over and stole a scorching kiss. Part of her recognized the win, but his lips had evoked a different hunger in her as well, one that pushed all other thoughts aside.

  Breakfast? She didn’t need no stinkin’ breakfast.

  ***

  Trapped together between the sheets, Wyatt winced as Sky snatched a plump raspberry from between his fingers. “Ow
! Jesus, woman.” He grunted, and admonished her with a quick tap on the nose. “Watch the teeth or no more playtime for you.”

  A sly grin curled her mouth. They’d already gone down that road, twice in fact. Who knew fruit could be so much fun in bed? She snatched at another berry, her teeth grazing him once more, when a resounding knock on the door sent her into a scramble.

  Wyatt cursed, his breath catching when her knee grazed a rather sensitive area. “Easy, there.”

  As she reached for her clothes, Wyatt hopped into his jeans and started for the door. There had better be a damned good reason why someone was interrupting them. He rounded the bed and gestured for Sky to move to the far side of the room. “Let me see who it is first.” He wasn’t taking any chances.

  Neither was given the chance. Instead, the door crashed open to reveal a tall, slightly older man. Both men froze, one on either side of the doorway. Wyatt drew in a deep breath, the scent of werewolf clouding his nose.

  Snarling, he lunged forward and grabbed the intruder by his throat, slamming him into the nearest wall.

  “Who the fuck are you? And don’t you know how to knock?” He stole a glance back at Sky, relieved to see her dressed. She was scrambling with her shoes, her frightened eyes peering through a curtain of mussed hair.

  The unwelcome werewolf crooked a brow and swept a dismissive glance down Wyatt’s length. “I did. You took too long to open the door.”

  Wyatt slammed the guy against the wall once more for good measure. “Who are you?”

  “Wyatt!” Sky cried out as she ducked around him.

  People were gathering in the hallway, their mouths gaping as they watched the scene unfold. Wyatt didn’t give a shit about civilians. Sky was his primary concern, and there was no way in hell he would allow some strange werewolf to wander into their room.

  Her fingers dug into his forearm. “Wyatt, stop!”

  “Better get your mate under control, girl,” the intruder grumbled, “before I show him how a real alpha handles things.”

  Anger flared under his skin, and with a snarl, Wyatt shook him like a dog. “I’d watch myself if I were you.”

  “You abusive like this with all your wolves?” Hardened cobalt eyes stared up at him, his mouth a twisted sneer. “Sky would be better off with someone else.”

  Wyatt gnashed his teeth. “Maybe you would be better off telling me who you are before I rip out your throat on principle.”

  “Stop it!” Sky shoved him, but he hardly budged.

  “Someone better start talking,” he growled.

  “Ease up!” she hissed. “He’s my alpha. Well, former alpha.”

  “And grandfather,” the werewolf snarled, flashing his lengthened canines.

  Wyatt leaned forward and met the growl with one of his own.

  “Oh, my God!” Sky shouted. “I am so sick of this male bullshit!”

  Wyatt startled, his eyes widening at the sound of Sky cursing. It sounded so unnatural coming from her lips, and when he caught a glimpse of her, he found her pacing the length of the room, her face flushed and her eyes aglow. For the sake of his mate, Wyatt shoved away from her grandfather and crossed the room. “Alpha or not, you had no right to barge into our room like that.”

  “I have every right. Or don’t you understand the concept of territory? You’re standing in mine, not the other way around. You breached my domain last night without a courtesy call. Be grateful I’m granting you this audience. I have every right to flay your hide, boy. So curb your tongue.”

  “Enough!” Sky stomped between them and slapped her hands flush against their chests. “Grandpa, we didn’t come here to start some stupid war.”

  “Then why did you come?” His chilled gazed rooted on Sky, his mouth a grim line.

  At a loss for words, Sky dropped her hand from her grandfather, but left the other pressed against Wyatt’s chest. Tempting the fates, Wyatt reached up and twined their fingers together.

  “Sky is in danger,” Wyatt spoke, his voice shivering with rage. He hadn’t known her grandfather was the alpha of the local pack, not that it changed anything.

  The guy was older than the average alpha, but from the steeled frame and hardened muscles, it was easy to see how he’d maintained his position. His salt-and-pepper hair was the only thing that betrayed his age.

  “And? What? Not dominant enough to handle it yourself?”

  Wyatt tensed. “Listen, old man—”

  “Stop it,” Sky hissed. “Wyatt, maybe you should step out for a bit and let me speak with my grandfather.”

  “Not on your life,” he grumbled.

  Sighing, Sky’s head dropped forward, and she massaged her temples. There was a part of him that regretted upsetting her, but the other, more dominant part, refused to leave her alone in any man’s company other than his. And that had nothing to do with his claim on her and everything to do with her safety.

  “Wyatt…please. My grandfather isn’t going to harm me.”

  His jaw ticked. “Seems to me he already has.”

  And wasn’t that the truth. He hadn’t forgotten what Sky had divulged. Her aspirations for a career and a life beyond a begrudged mating had earned her a one-way exile from the pack. Though she’d never admit it aloud, he could see how it had affected her. Rejection in any form had lasting effects.

  “Listen here, you little punk…”

  Wyatt sized the man up, his muscles coiling in preparation for an attack.

  “I can’t handle this much testosterone,” Sky whispered. “Grandpa, follow me.”

  Without another word, she grasped her grandfather’s hand and led him toward the door. Only then did she toss a glance over her shoulder and shake her head at Wyatt, subtly informing him to stay behind.

  The door clicked behind them, and cursing, Wyatt stalked toward the open window. Like hell he was going to sit in the hotel room and wait for them to return.

  Leaping down the eight floors, he stalked toward the hotel lobby, his head turning at the sound of a sharp gasp. The hotel receptionist from last night stopped dead in her tracks, a half-eaten sandwich dangling from her fingertips. Fear perfumed the air as Wyatt strode by. Well, if she hadn’t known they were werewolves before, she likely did now.

  At the entrance, he stopped and poked his head around the corner. Sure enough, Sky sat in the lobby with her grandfather, her head braced between her hands. Though he wanted nothing more than to stand next to her during this ordeal, he knew her grandfather would never reveal anything with him present. So, he swallowed his pride and hung back. If this meeting garnered any information, it would be worth it.

  Chapter 15

  Sky nudged open the hotel room door and entered with a long sigh. Wyatt’s rich scent welcomed her, and when she lifted her head, it was to find him standing next to the bed, exactly where she’d left him. Rolling her eyes, she scooted past him and slumped into the nearby chair. If he thought she hadn’t seen him down there, he had another thing coming. She’d never admit it, but she appreciated that he’d done that much for her. It was difficult for an alpha werewolf to leave someone they considered weaker exposed and vulnerable.

  “Well?” he murmured, crouching in front of her.

  Sky’s gaze raked over his hardened face. Beneath the rough exterior and excess testosterone, there was an honest man. She reached out and caressed his scar with the pad of her thumb. “How did this happen?”

  His mouth quirked, tugging the scar across his face. “You want to talk about my scars?”

  She studied the one above his eye and smoothed his brow. “Humor me.” She needed a moment to digest her visit with her grandfather.

  “All right.” He grasped her hand and drew it toward his mouth, running her fingers along his lips. “Before I became an alpha, I was a no-account mechanic. I bled oil.”

  “That explains Monster,” she said with a small smile.

  He nodded. “Before I took the alpha position, I was easily bored. So…whenever that happened, I ventured
downtown and found a way to entertain myself.”

  Fear clawed at Sky’s stomach. What the heck did that even mean? Was he referring to prostitutes? And what did that have to do with his scars?

  His chuckle cleared her thoughts. “It’s not as bad as you’re thinking, I assure you. I’d enter into the underground fighting rings.”

  Her mouth dropped. “You…gambled with your life?” How was that not as bad?

  He shrugged. “It was something to do. I knew my limits. Some nights I got my ass handed to me, and others I won.”

  “Did they know you were a werewolf?”

  A deep chuckle vibrated against her hand. He kissed her palm and then lowered it. “Of course they did. It was a werewolf fighting ring. No rules, no weapons. Just you and your wolf form. It’s how I became an alpha. The fights forced me to control my wolf.”

  “Control your wolf.” She snickered. “I haven’t witnessed any of this control you speak of.”

  Wyatt cleared his throat and met her gaze. “Ya, well, you sort of undo me.” He squared his shoulders as though daring her to tease him. “Happy?”

  Speechless, Sky leaned forward and brushed her mouth across his. A chaste kiss, but one filled with emotion. “That doesn’t explain the scars.”

  “Ah. Well, let me save you those gory details. Essentially, someone got the upper hand, literally.”

  She nodded. Werewolves were fast healers, but wounds caused by other werewolves healed human-slow. “So, underground fighting, hey?”

  Wyatt lifted a brow. “Don’t tell me that turns you on?”

  “No!” She laughed. “I didn’t see you as the sort.”

  “Really. You didn’t see me as the sort to get down and dirty and bloody?”

  Her mouth twitched. “Well, when you put it that way…”

  “So now that I’ve told you mine, are you going to tell me what went down with your grandfather?”

  She grimaced and leaned back in the chair.

  ***

  Wyatt watched as Sky draped herself in the chair, clearly dreading this conversation. Finally, she blinked and met his gaze. “I told my grandfather what was happening. He was appalled.”