This heat happened once a month, and it sucked, but it had never been like this. Now that Caleb was around, it was different, and I didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. I felt more in control of it, but it was also more intense as if knowing there was someone around to ease me had given the heat more power. It was right there, just under the surface, and the more my mind agreed with me and quelled the anger, the more frantic I became.
When it hit fully, and I knew it was coming, I was going to turn into a mess of instinct, animal need, and unhinged thoughts. My wolf wouldn’t care how I felt, what I wanted or what would happen afterward. All she would care about was calming the raging inferno of arousal, and I knew the first thing she would do was seek Caleb’s help. I couldn’t let that happen because I’d made a decision. I wasn’t going back to work, ever. This pack could kiss my ass, and I dared any of them to try and remove me once they realized I’d quit my job and lost Caleb’s protection.
There. I was done. I had finally made a decision based on something other than fear, emotional overload, and need. I was looking at things clearly now—
Really? Because where I’m sitting, it looks like this is all about emotional overload. Honey, your vagina is ruling everything you’re thinking right now! You can’t just quit your job—
“I can and I will. I’m not going back there so that man can pretend nothing happened. I’m done being used and thrown aside.” I snarled, relief filling me because I was getting angry again, and that was a good thing.
It was what I needed right now, I told myself, when at the same time, I heard the door being torn open and looked up to see Caleb storm into my trailer. He was panting as if he’d run all the way here, but what really got my attention was the way he was grinding his jaw.
Oh, he looks mad.
He did. Oh, shit. Maybe I should have called in sick?
As soon as I had the thought, I got mad as hell. It wasn’t smart, considering I had a three-hundred-pound shifter male in my trailer, and he looked ready to tear something apart, but I didn’t care. Seeing him here made my anger rise again, and it was so strong that for the first time since this whole mess started, I didn’t care about anything but myself. I was hurt. He was a bastard, and I needed to remember that. So I did, choosing to hate him a little because it beat the hell out of the ache that started in my sex and made my clit pulse.
I wasn’t going to give in to it, and I didn’t care that my wolf was whining now. She sensed relief from the burning, coiling lust that had me in its grip, and if she could, she would take over in a heartbeat and be on Caleb so fast my head would spin. Me? I chose fury, and as Caleb glared at me, I glared right back.
“Why aren’t you at work?” he asked, his breathing turning choppy when I rose, and he saw what I was wearing.
I didn’t blush, way too annoyed to even care that I was in panties and a tank top so old he could probably see my nipples. Like I cared.
“Uh, because I quit.” I huffed, stomping past him toward my bedroom because if I stayed there, I would kill him.
Sexy. The man was too sexy, and even if I could control the heat somewhat, I wouldn’t risk looking at him too long. What if my anger got replaced by lust? That couldn't happen. I wouldn't let it, even if I was in heat and had the perfect excuse.
“You can’t quit,” Caleb yelled, following me and shoving in even when I tried to close the door.
Giving up on keeping him out, I went to my dresser to grab clothes and turned in time to see him sway at the door. Oh no. Oh, no, no, no. Not now.
Not again, I thought, even as my body went hot and a ripple of need hit me. It was so strong I gasped and felt my nipples tighten, especially when Caleb growled low in his throat and sniffed, a rumbled purr leaving him.
“Well, I do—oh.” I moaned, a gasp of need leaving me when he lunged for me, his mouth settling over mine before I could think twice.
It was so good, so good and right, and I couldn’t form a coherent thought. All I felt wanted and needed was Caleb Chase, and when he pinned me to the bed and started to rip my clothes off, I suddenly didn’t care about why I shouldn’t do this.
This being his mouth on my nipples, sucking, licking, and turning my body into a writhing mass of quivering need. The wanting grew stronger when he licked down and dove between my legs, settling his mouth over my clit and making love to my sex with a zeal that had me seeing stars.
“Oh. Shit.” I yelled, an orgasm wracking me so fast and hard I blew up and let out a scream of pleasure.
“So good. Always so wet. Fuck.” Caleb groaned, diving back in to suck on me in a way that made me feel like this wasn’t just sex.
Where I came from, oral sex was normal, but Trey had told me that for males in the Walker pack and some other shifter packs, it was considered special and something a male did with his female.
Knowing it now, I couldn’t help but tense up despite how good it felt. What if Caleb regretted it again later? What if…
“God, you taste so fucking good I could eat you all day.” Caleb groaned, cutting off my thoughts by plunging his tongue into me.
I whimpered, unable to think about anything but the way it felt, and when he suddenly flipped me onto my stomach and licked me from behind, I stopped thinking at all.
Right there. Sweet Jesus, there, I moaned silently, bumping back so that I was practically riding his face like a wanton. I needed this. Oh please, just this once, I thought, panting through another orgasm so strong, I felt like I was floating. After it ended and my toes were officially curled, I felt a hot, hard body slide over mine and pin me.
“Going to fuck you now, baby,” Caleb growled, his voice an inhuman rumble as he spread my legs further, and something slick and hard prodded at my entrance.
Holding my breath because I was burning alive and nearly pained with the need for more, I let out a puff of air when he pressed forward and filled me.
His girth stretched me to the point of near pain and then right back into ecstasy, and I whined my pleasure.