C25 That's my job.

LARA

I was exhausted when we arrived at Paul's house .

The three-story cabin, nestled among the trees and highlighted by the solar lights outside, looked imposing as it stood firm and formidable in the moonlight.

Paul told me to stay where I was while he got out of the truck, and so I did, embarrassed now that the mass of emotions had subsided.

Gingerly, he opened the door for me. I watched him with wide eyes as he turned to get out of the truck. He leaned toward me, holding me in place.

Without a word, he wiped my eyes and cupped his palm around my cheek. He leaned into me, brushing his lips against mine in comfort. But then his tongue entered and everything else was lost in the darkness. I kissed him back, wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around him as he pulled me out of the truck.

Fuck, he knew how to work my mouth. I wanted to drown in the waves of pleasure I was getting from kissing him.

We finally arrived at the cabin and Paul hurried to open the door. He stopped in the doorway, pressing me against the wall and rubbing his cock between my spread legs as he fumbled to open the damn door.

We fell inside, clinging to each other, still sticking our tongues down each other's throats. Nothing was enough, too much to hold.

He kicked the door shut and carried me through the house, stopping again to pin me against the wall so he could press his hardness between my legs.

A moan came out of my mouth. He went wild, reaching under my shirt and grabbing my breast with his hand. He took it into his mouth, sucking my nipple through the fabric, nibbling on it.

I melted against him, my panties soaking wet and my body crying out for more.

He kissed me again, drinking in as much as he could while his thumb continued to stroke my nipple. I clutched at his shirt.

"Take me."

"Not yet. He stroked me again. "There are things I have to tell you. Things you have to tell me."

"Tell me later." I pulled him closer. His kisses had unlocked everything I'd been trying to hold back, and it surged like a tidal wave.

"Are you sure about this?" he muttered, pulling away from my mouth. He lifted me off the wall and directed me toward the stairs. I went to put my feet on the floor, to walk the rest of the way, but he grunted, the sound rumbling in his chest. "Let me carry you."

I rounded his waist tighter and wondered how he'd managed it, knowing I was no lightweight. But he did it easily enough, putting his muscles to work.

We fell onto his bed and I grunted for more. I didn't want to take it slow. We didn't want to take our time. I needed him to touch me, kiss me, slide his cock inside me and penetrate me to the hilt.

Grabbing his shirt, I pulled it up over his head. He helped me take off mine.

I reached for his jeans, but he stopped me. "I want to taste you.

I kicked off my sandals, the hunger I felt was unbearable.

"Taste me tomorrow." I slapped his hand away and he laughed, helping me pull it out of the fabric.

We pulled and pulled, grunting in frustration when it got stuck. But at last he was naked and I rejoiced at the sight of him. I brought my head close to his hard cock. A beautiful cock. One that throbbed and stood up hard, needing a release. "Do you have anything to put on that?"

"I do."

I reached for my bra, but he stopped me. "That's my job."

With one hand, he stroked my skin, tracing around my back to the clasp. He unfastened it, tossed the bra aside, and my breasts were free.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed at the sight of them. "I could suck them forever."

Hungrily, he took hold of my nipple. He ran his tongue over the tip before taking more of my breast. He pinched me, giving me extreme pleasure. So much so, that I asked for more. His hand slipped inside my panties.

"You're so ready for me," he murmured. "So wet. But first I want to play."

"No," I growled. "Inside me. Now. Play later."

"I'm not gentle, Lara, " he said in a gruff warning.

"Do I look like I need to be gentle?"

He laughed, but that was all he gave until something changed in him. He ripped off my panties, satisfied by the tear, and dug his fingers into my thighs.

There was something in his eyes. Something primal. Something dangerous. And I swallowed it.

He pulled me in and placed his cock in front of my entrance. Smiling, he tapped my clit with his thumb and licked his lips in promise, but for the moment he thrust inside me and pushed hard and deep, lifting me off the bed.

He thrust again and again, gripping my ass.

"Deeper," I begged, unable to satiate myself, trying to grab him to pull him closer.

"You feel it too?" he gasped, lifting my leg to get better access.

"Yes! I don't know what it is. Something inside me, so raw, so much. I need you in a way I can't describe." I reciprocated each thrust, lifting my breasts, needing him to suck some more. He caressed my breast with one hand as he cupped my ass with the other.

"I'm going to have to make you cum, baby," he growled, reaching between the two of us.

"Not yet," I pleaded, not wanting to lose our intimacy. I didn't want to lose the connection.

"I won't last long," he groaned. "Not this time. Not like this."

He found my clit and tugged on it. He flicked me. He dug his thumb deep as he penetrated me.

The intensity grew, him filling me, touching me, all over. The orgasm hit me so hard I screamed his name, demanding something I couldn't define as my muscles contracted around him.

"Lara, " he groaned, ramming me hard and fast. He lunged into my hand, losing all control as he cummed. "Fuck!" she gasped, slowing, rocking against me. He laughed in disbelief, seeking my mouth with his. "I hadn't planned for it to happen like this.

He collapsed beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

I smiled, sated and wet. "Good. It always sucks when you plan it."

He laughed again. "So it wasn't shitty?"

"No. Not for a second. I've never needed anyone so badly. And I needed you. The idea of..."

"Sssh," he whispered, stroking my hair. "Let's rest here for five minutes. Then we'll go downstairs, have a beer and tell each other the truth. About everything."

"What if we don't like what we hear?"

"Then at least we've had sex."

Laughter escaped me, turning into a resounding guffaw as the weight was lifted off my shoulders. And somehow, deep down, I knew it was going to be okay.

PAUL

Not wanting Lara to get dressed, even though her panties were in tatters on the floor, I found her one of my shirts to put on. Seeing her with it on almost turned me on again, seeing her standing in my house, her waves of dark hair falling over her shoulders. Wearing my fucking shirt.

She followed me into the kitchen and I asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Ravenous."

Smug, my lips curved toward her, hungry for more than food. My inner wolf bounced with glee at the sight of her. I planned to do everything with her. Everything.

"I'll put a couple of steaks on the grill, is that okay with you?"

"Sounds good to me," she shrugged. "Can I help with anything?"

"Do you like the salad?"

"Depends on how you prepare it. Junk food is my downfall."

"Then how about you prepare the steak and I'll prepare the salad? No wonder it looked like you were making love to Il Bel Lupos' food. Junk food is called that for a reason."

"Yes. You can say that when you have a kitchen like this." He patted the black marble countertops. "It's beautiful."

I swaggered at his praise. "I've got chips over there, too. Fire up the grill."

"I'll try. How do you like your steak?"

"Medium rare. How about you?"

"Pink. No blood."

"You haven't lived."

She laughed. "Oh, I have lived. And I'll eat my steak the way I like it, Vlad."

"Vlad?"

"Yes. Mr. Medium-rare."

"Be thankful I don't have it blue." My wolf loved it almost raw. "I've indulged in the past."

She faked a gag. "Gross. But you like what you like."