TWENTY-THREE
The next week was intense,to say the least.
We could both feel it when the majority of the climax’s effect wore off, but the need didn’t disappear completely. Even as I stripped the sheets and blankets off our bed and threw them into the washing machine, my body ached with need, my core throbbing.
“Dammit,” Rocco mumbled, stumbling down the stairs behind me. His lips brushed my collarbone as his body rubbed against mine. We were supposed to go back to school that day—and we’d assumed we would be fine. Plus, our pack mates had let everyone know that we were riding out the climax, not resisting it, so we were expected back.
But that horniness… hell, it had only budged a little bit.
“I thought it was supposed to be over,” I told Rocco, letting a slow breath of air out through my clenched jaw.
“It is. But we didn’t actually fuck,” he nibbled on my shoulder a bit, rubbing his erection against my ass. “I don’t see any other reason for it to continue.”
“Dammit.” I leaned my head back against his shoulder. His hand slid into the front of my shorts—the only damn thing I’d bothered to put on—and we groaned together. “We’ll go one more time, and then you’ll leave me here. The distance will help. Hopefully.”
He growled at me, his teeth scraping my earlobe. “I’m not leaving you.”
“You can call me whenever,” I panted back. “And come home for lunch. And your free period.”
“You’ll be waiting naked?” His voice was still low and gravelly, his fingers playing with me the way he knew made me crazy.
“Hell yes.”
His fingers undid the button on his jeans rapidly, and his cock slid between my ass cheeks as he dragged me over to the stairs.
We groaned together as he sat me on his lap, his erection throbbing against my butt while he worked me with one finger, slipping another one inside me. He had me shattering so damned fast it was almost embarrassing.
But then he sucked my taste from his fingers while I rubbed him off, and the almost-embarrassment faded to prideful pleasure as he lost control with me in his mouth and my hand on his cock.
He set me down on the stairs and stumbled over to the sink, grabbing a rag. After he cleaned us both, he tossed the rag back into the sink and tugged his pants up those gorgeous thighs of his.
“I’m coming home if I can’t focus,” he warned. “Not giving the students an eyeful of my boner.”
“Better fucking not,” I growled back, my wolf rising a bit at the thought.
He was mine.
“I don’t want to go to jail, Mads.” He flashed me a bit of a grin as he grabbed his keys off the counter. Guess we’d left them there after Christmas.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” I warned him. “And don’t take care of your own need.”
I didn’t want to say it out loud, but I felt like that was my job—like his pleasure belonged to me.
His eyes flashed. “Touch yourself while I’m gone and I’ll tie you to the bed for a week when I’m back.”
Damn, I loved it when he got possessive.
And I guess we felt the same about each other’s pleasure.
“I won’t,” I promised.
“Good.” He grabbed his bag. “Dammit, I should never have gotten a job,” he grumbled, heading toward the garage. “Text me if you need me for anything. Even if you’re just desperately horny. I can get a sub in, if I make a few calls.”
“I’ll be fine.” I shooed him toward the door. “Go.”
He sighed heavily, then strode back over to me, crouched in front of me, and kissed me hard. After squeezing my boob, he stood up and disappeared into the garage.
The house suddenly felt quiet and empty without him.