Page 107 of Big Bad Wolf

Static filled Rafe’s brain. Static and the overwhelming need to spin Ruby around and fuck her against this goddamn tree. But he was determined not to be a complete animal. Not their first time anyway.

Ruby picked up her speed and Rafe groaned.

“Stop.” He wrapped his hand around hers and stilled the motion.

“Please, Rafe. I want to make you come.”

Rafe struggled to control his breath, to control everything. Every muscle was rigid, every atom at attention. And then Ruby rubbed her palm over his tip, spreading the moisture that had gathered there and he let her. He let her slide her slick hand up and down a few more times. He let her bite and suck the skin at his throat while she did it.

“Shit, Ruby. Shit, shit, shit…” He growled as he came all over her hand like a goddamn adolescent. Pleasure shot through him and left him shuddering against her.

“Was it good?” Ruby peered up at him with dark eyes.

“Good?” Rafe shook his head, unable to right himself yet. “Jesus, Ruby. I just came faster than I have in the past fifteen years. Yeah, it was good.”

Ruby’s grin made up for his embarrassment.

“You deserve to feel good, Rafe.”

“So do you,” he murmured, sliding his hand down the front of Ruby’s jeans. She was warm and so wet for him. He growled, scraping his teeth against her neck. He didn’t waste time. Even through his lust fog, he had no intention of getting caught by his pack with his pants down.

He circled Ruby’s clit and she arched into him. She had gotten this close to coming just by getting him off. That was so damn sexy. He worked faster, mimicking the things he’d seen her do to herself, remembering how her fingers had moved.

“That’s it,” she gasped. She tugged on his hair, her back arching away from the tree. She bit down on his shoulder to stifle her screams as she came, and the feel of her teeth on his flesh sent another bolt of lust to Rafe’s cock.

“Holy shit,” she said, pulling away. Her lipstick was smudged and her cheeks were flushed pink.

Rafe grinned. “Better?”

“Not really,” Ruby grumbled, fixing her pants. She pulled a few tissues from her pocket to clean their hands. “As soon as we get back, we’re doing this mating thing.”

Rafe’s heart nearly burst. “Don’t say shit like that, Ruby.”

“Why not?”

He shook his head but couldn’t hide his smile. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “It just doesn’t seem real.”

“You’re stuck with me,” she said, taking his hand again. “Fated Mates or not, okay?”

He nodded, but words caught in his throat. He wanted to believe her. He wanted to put his father and his pack behind him. He wanted to leave Scarlet to rest, and forget the sins of his past. But the way Ruby looked at him still seemed too good to be true.

Chapter Forty-Four

The trip back was tense and quiet and horny as hell. Hiking back to the truck had only taken a few hours, so they decided to forgo another campout and just drive home.

Now that it was all out there, Ruby didn’t want to waste any more time. Mates were forever. And that felt so right to her, so exactly right, she couldn’t wait another minute for it to start. For Rafe to be hers.

Ruby hadn’t stopped touching him the whole trip, even as he drove. She ran her fingers over his arm, through his hair, up and down his thigh until Rafe had grabbed her hand and warned her with a low growl that she needed to stop or they wouldn’t make it home.

She’d voted for pulling over and fucking on the side of the road, but he said no. Not in the truck, not in the middle of the day on the side of the highway. He kissed the back of her hand while she pouted, and she soaked in every lopsided grin he sent her way. It was the longest hour ever.

But now they were home, and Ruby dropped her bag in the living room, leaning her back against the front door. She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Her whole body was vibrating in anticipation. Rafe was hers. And they were about to seal the deal. She was ready to mate the hell out of her werewolf.

It was like some part of her had known all along, like the little girl who loved ghost stories and haunted houses, who liked to stay up late watching old werewolf movies, had known exactly what was waiting for her. A small, smug part of her was vindicated by Rafe’s existence. She was right. Things did go bump in the night and they were sexy as hell.

“Hey, you’re back!” Theo’s cheerful voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Ruby opened her eyes to find him smiling at her as he came down the stairs. “Hey, Theo.”