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“Anything I need to know?” I asked. “I assume there are no injuries, current or old, to be aware of?” Unless it was a silver injury she hadn’t been able to heal, the answer would be no, but I needed to make certain I didn’t fuck this up, so I was erring on the side of caution with our negotiations.
“Nope. I’m tall, so not many men can reach my cervix, but if you can, I don’t mind it being pounded. Lots of lube if you want my ass. No toys, no whips,” she looked to my waist, “no belts.” Her gaze met mine again and it was like a jolt to my balls. “Just you and me today, without any extra tools, so we don’t have to fuck with more rules than we’ve already covered.”
The boots came off, then her jeans, and she was standing in panties that weren’t exactly shorts, but not far from it. Every generation wants to remake women’s underthings, growing them and shrinking them, changing their shape. I love them in all their many forms, and these fit the wolf’s personality. Feminine with a hint of masculine, but every bit a woman.
“Anything I should know?” she asked.
Well, that was a welcome change. This wolf thought she might have a chance of hurting me, and that made me smile all over again. “It’s been a long time since I had to be wary of a wolf without armaments. I appreciate that you left your firepower in your vehicle.”
“So much talking.”
“As I said earlier, I’m not of a mind to strike the first blow today. If it’s a fight you want, you’ll need to start it.”
“And if I want to be chased and taken?”
I wanted to drink from this wolf — not just her blood, but her lust and her aura. Her life force. I could be happy with a fight for the right to her body, or for it to be a nice, leisurely affair. I wanted this wolf to come back, and to keep coming back, so she’d get to decide how the day started, though I would, of course, own the ending.
When I didn’t respond, she shrugged. “If you don’t want a fight, I’d be happy to ride you like a cowgirl, though I might need to borrow a hat.”
This wolf just kept making me smile, the image of her riding me while wearing a deep pink cowboy hat was almost too much, and I made a mental note to acquire one. Not a frilly pink, no, not for this woman. Something between pink and burgundy.
“So much talking.”
Her eyes narrowed. Oh, she didn’t like that I’d repeated her own words back to her.
And then she was on me, faster than any wolf I’d come up against in at least a few centuries. This was an alpha wolf who hadn’t claimed her true power yet. Young, and likely only still happy with her beta status because she respected her Alpha.
But I’m a vampire, and I’m faster. I let her make contact with my face, but only a glancing blow to my cheek. I spun left on the ball of my foot, meaning to slam my arm against her midsection and bend her over, but she reversed direction and came at me again, which was unexpected, but I made adjustments and avoided the left hook coming towards my face.
And just like that, the dance was on. I wasn’t of a mind to punch her, but when using my arm to block, it seemed sporting to use it as a weapon while I was at it. I also attempted to sweep her with my feet and legs, hoping to take her to the floor, but once the wolf realized I was in defense mode and not being terribly offensive, she was more selective before going on the offense, and she paid more attention to her own defense.
Before I could fuck her, I’d have to either take her to the floor or get her bent over one of the many devices in this room, so I focused on finding a weakness in her stance or moves, but there simply weren’t any. Cora was one of the top operators for Drake Security, which meant she likely regularly sparred with the Amakhosi and the Dragon King, not to mention other top operators, and she regularly engaged in life-or-death situations, based on hard-to-get intelligence. Aaron Drake made sure his top people had impervious shields, and I’d had a hard time finding someone with a malleable mind who had actual information I could harvest from their brain.
I swept her left leg while her right was in the air headed for the side of my thigh, but she bounced up at the last millisecond. I transferred my weight and watched her squat and spring forward, coming at me with a right-left-right combo. I let her land all three, and grabbed her wrist as the third strike was rebounding off my jaw. Mimicking the waltz, I spun her into me, wrapped my left arm around her body, and pressed her nearly-naked buttocks against my rock-hard member.
She ground her ass against me, likely thinking it would make me relax my guard, but this warrior wanted to test my mettle, and I didn’t have to be in her head to understand why. It’s a female thing, to find a man worthy of them, and I didn’t imagine many men could handle the woman alone, much less the woman when her inner beast was so near the surface.
The next thing I knew, pain erupted in my ribs and the fireball formerly in my arms turned and caught me just under the jaw, so my chin went up and I lost sight of her. She took the opportunity for a number of body punches where she’d elbowed me in the rib cage earlier, then swept the back of my knee and rode me to the ground while focusing on the ribs she’d broken, pounding that area.
But it was only pain. My body mechanics weren’t damaged, nor was I in danger of a life-threatening injury, so I let her take me to the ground, and I grasped her underwear in my fist before rolling away from her and ripping her final garment off while I made my getaway.
Before I was settled on my feet and rebalanced, she was back on her feet, a smug look on her face despite the fact she was now completely nude while I was still in my trousers.
We circled each other, eyes sharp, bodies alert and ready to move in an instant. Her earlier punches hadn’t been full force, but the last one had rattled me. Not many werewolves can hit hard enough to do so, and the fact this wolf had was more than a little impressive — especially since I was certain she’d been pulling her punches.
I scented her adrenaline levels had kicked up a notch, but this wasn’t life-or-death and she knew it, so her body wasn’t reacting as if it were so. I’d expected as much from a seasoned warrior, but I was still impressed.
I’d started this little session by playing with her, but it was time to end it. Before I could do anything, however, she moved in again. I blocked the jabs coming at my face and deflected the one headed to my broken ribs, though I felt the glancing impact as she danced backwards again, out of my reach.
Before she could do anything else, I dove forward, wrapped my hands around her ankles and yanked her to the side. It was a risk, assuming I could get on top of her when she fell, but everything came together and I managed it. She punched my jaw again, but she couldn’t get enough leverage, flat on her back looking up at me, and I grinned at her despite the pain of my broken ribs.
She twisted to the side, attempting to roll away or break my grip, but I had her — my buttocks on her thighs, hand grasping a wrist, and on the way to—
Fuck, that hurt.
She’d frogged my left thigh with her right hand, but it gave me an opportunity to grab for her wrist, and ten seconds later, I had both her wrists.
Would she yield? Only one way to find out. I leaned forward, planted her forearms on the concrete floor near her head, and went in for a kiss.
