Page 20 of Wrong Number, Right Gray Wolf

I’d already talked to Miss Caitlin and let her know that Stephen was the one and that we were trying to figure out if I was his one, too. The first message I sent her was: I am!!!!!!!

And she responded with: Good. I better not see you till midday, with a winky face.

For an older woman, she had a very youthful memory of what finding your person was like.

I followed Stephen’s car through town. We were going slower than my wolf wanted. He didn’t care about traffic lights, pedestrians, none of that. He just wanted to get there and rip my mate’s clothes off.

“If we crash into a car, we won’t be able to do that,” I reminded him.

He didn’t care.

In the past, when I’d thought about what it might be like to have a potential mate, I’d always worry about the evil stepparent syndrome, the one that was so prevalent in books and stories. I didn’t have to worry about any of that with Stephen. He’d shown me who he was and how he’d protect her before we met.

He was standing outside his parked car when I pulled in beside him. He reached for my hand as I got out, and we walked together into his apartment building. It wasn’t a large apartment, but would definitely do for what we needed. I could smell the nerves on him beneath the heavy scent of his fox.

The apartment was nice enough, but I wasn’t here for a tour. I didn’t need to see his plants or pictures or how comfy his sofa was. I just needed to soak in his scent and then make him mine. Later, I’d want to see his button collection and hear about how he got each one. All of that. But for now, I just wanted him.

Now that we were in private, I could give more details without worrying about shifter secrets getting out. I wanted him to be clear about why I let him leave that day, that the wind had shifted before I scented him.

He’d told me he scented me too but had assumed I was mated. Our communication before now hadn’t been the best and understandably so. I was going to work on that.

“I’ve never had a mate. You are my first and my only.”

We touched on all of this at dinner, but it felt necessary to say it again.

“I love that we’re talking about important things,” he said. “But maybe not now.”

“Is there something we should be doing instead?” I asked.

He was already pulling off his shirt. “I can think of a few.” He dropped it to the floor and started working his pants.

I could too.

I copied him, and less than a minute later, we were both standing there naked. We hadn’t even had our first kiss yet. We were quite the pair.

The scent of his slick called to me.

“We probably should’ve started with a kiss.” He’d noticed, too. Stephen leaned in and rubbed his cheek against mine.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I slammed my lips to his, needing to taste him, to devour him.

“I want more,” he said between kisses.

We kissed each other, as if our lives depended on it. No slow, lingering brushes. No teasing. No sweet gentleness. We went for deep and hard. Our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Our hands wandering over each other’s bodies. At some point, we started moving from our spot, and the next thing I knew, we were at his bed.

I’d grown up where alphas were the ones who took control. But tonight, there was no denying it. It was Stephen taking the lead, and I was here for it.

We continued to kiss, standing up, then on the bed, our bodies pressed together side by side. Our cocks hard and heavy between us. I wanted to worship his body, to let him know how special he was. But, also, I needed to be inside him. His leg hooked over my hips.

He was talking through our kisses, the words mumbled. I couldn’t focus on them, the touch, the feel of him too over all of my thoughts. I ran my fingers down his back, the planes of his strong muscles amping up my already intense need.

“More, alpha. More. I need you inside me.”

I needed it too, but not until he was ready. I rolled him so he was on his back and started kissing my way down his neck, nibbling, licking, sucking, tracing his muscles with my tongue as my hand worked his slick entrance, circling him, teasing him until he was bucking into my hand, begging me to be inside. And then I gave him what he wanted. I slid one finger in, pumping in and out of him.

“It’s not enough,” he moaned.

I added a second and then a third, showing him with my fingers what I was going to be doing with my cock. Then I pulled them out and kissed back up till I found his lips again.