Free Goal: A Mate (Bachelor Auction #2) by Selena Illyria

Stop!”
    The wolf’s fear dampened some of his desire. He could understand why it was afraid. He didn’t want to lose this chance. Just because she wanted sex with him, that wasn’t any indication that she was with him fully. He only had this moment to show her what she would be missing out on.
    He shuffled backward until the backs of his thighs hit the armrest of a chair. Once settled on the arm he took in the scene before him. Pale moonlight lit up the room, bathing her skin in an unearthly glow that made her all the more of a goddess to him. Her curls bounced around her shoulders and slipped along the bright white of her blouse. There was something about her removing her panties and leaving on the rest of her clothing that caused his blood to rise. As if they were in such a hurry that they couldn’t be bothered to get naked, they just needed to give in to the passion.
    She bent down, and he bit his lip to hold back a deep groan of appreciation, but some of the noise came out anyway. Kelly was curved in all the right places, and he loved it. Her thighs were thick and strong, as proven in the car. He couldn’t wait to feel her legs wrapped round his waist as he drove into her wet heat, deep and hard. The image of her bare breasts rose up in his mind’s eye. He’d almost bitten off his tongue. Just the sight of the plump globes had him close to coming in his pants. When they’d started dry humping, he damn near lost his mind and given in to her desire to rip open his fly to let his cock out. He would’ve taken her right then and there with no condom, safety be damned, but his sensibilities had asserted themselves, and he’d remembered what he truly wanted.
    He opened his eyes in time to see her running her hands up and down her legs. They were bare and gorgeous. Next time he’d request to see her in black lace-top stockings, maybe a little garter belt. Hell, he’d buy her some new lingerie just to rip it off. Her skirt was bunched around her waist in a crumple of onyx-colored cotton. She hooked her thumbs into the bit of silk she’d called underwear and, with great care, drew them down. He tracked the progress of the panties until they dropped to the ground, drawing attention to the spiked heels of her black stilettos.
    She straightened up and stepped out of her underwear, still facing the wall. Without her eyes on him, he took his time in appreciating the site of her bare, rounded ass.
    “I think you deserve a spanking.” He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but he wanted to gauge her sexual limits. If she said no, he’d be disappointed but wouldn’t push her to do something she didn’t want or enjoy.
    “Have I been naughty?” She purred. Kelly pushed her hips back, giving him the perfect view of bottom.
    He groaned. Just hearing that rich throaty pitch to her voice made his cock jump.
    “Very.” He pushed off from his seat and strode across to where she stood. Once by her side, he ran a hand through her hair, messing up the waves further. She turned her face toward him. He took in her smeared red lipstick, bruised lips, and wide, brown eyes, which were now the color of espresso. Her dark lashes fluttered and her eyelids slipped down until only a narrow strip of color could be seen.
    “What have I done? Was it when I tried to come in the car? Or maybe you know all about my fantasies?” She pressed her hands to the wall and spread her legs wide.
    Her musky arousal and her mating pheromones drifted up to Brandon’s nose. His desire responded, and he could smell the cologne of his wolf, ready to fuck and claim its mate. He reached out and traced a line down her spine. She shifted under his touch but didn’t protest or demand more.
    “Fantasies? You’ll have to tell them to me in graphic detail. Later though. For now…” His finger traced along the crack of her ass. Then he pulled his hand back and smacked one globe, waited a second, and then petted the sting away.
    She moaned. “More.”
    He