Kamikaze (Last Call #1) by Moira Rogers Page B

over. She gasped
as she rubbed back against him again, and when she spoke, it was a
low and breathless. “What’s your name?”
    “ Connor.” He thrust against
her ass and she drew a sharp breath. “Do you really want to dance?”
He trailed his lips over her neck and nibbled at the soft
skin.
    One of the men to the left growled a soft
challenge. Zoe twisted in his arms and pressed against him, and he
felt those gorgeous breasts rub against his chest. “Three days,”
she panted in a hoarse voice. “It started three days ago. Can you
make it stop?”
    “ Jesus, sweetheart.” Three
days of the kind of clawing desire that would accompany her heat
cycle? He shook his head and squeezed her ass with both hands.
“Might take a miracle, but I will do my level best.”
    She whimpered and stretched up, trying to
rub her hips against his. “Take me upstairs. Take me.”
    He kissed her, hard, for just a second,
ignoring the whoops and whistles from the crowd. “Give me the
key.”
    Huge, glazed blue eyes stared up at him as
she fumbled at her pocket. She pressed the key into his hand with
another soft noise, half-plea and half-command and not the least
bit human.
    He tried not to breathe through his nose as
he dragged her off toward the elevator. Her scent, especially now
that she was fully aroused, scrambled his brain, making rutting sex
on the floor of the hallway seem like a good idea. “Hold on until
we get up to the room,” he muttered, but he wasn’t sure if he was
talking to her or himself.
    She was on him before the dull metal doors
of the elevator slid shut. Small, surprisingly strong hands dragged
at his shirt as she pressed him back against the wall and rose up
on her toes. She was short, too short to really reach his mouth,
but her lips landed on his chin and she licked it with a low
moan.
    He snatched her up and turned at
the same time, pinning her against the wall. “I said to wait .” He bit her chin and growled a warning.
    Her body melted against him, all soft
submission that was a thousand times harder to resist. Her head
tilted to the side, revealing the smooth, vulnerable line of her
neck, and she moaned. “The only way you’ll get me to sit still is
to tie me the fuck down.”
    Connor bit her neck. “Our room should be
well-stocked for that.”
    She moaned again, the noise
nearly drowning out the sound of the doors sliding open. “Just make
me come. God, God I
need to come… I tried by myself, I tried and I tried and it just
made it worse…”
    Which showed how little she knew about
things. He fought down a surge of conscience as he walked out of
the elevator and headed down the hall with her still wrapped around
his body. “Are you new at this or something?”
    He had to repeat the question before she
looked on him, obviously struggling to focus. “I -- It’s the second
time, but last time I had -- had a boyfriend who knew how to
help…”
    Connor nodded absently as he shifted her
weight to one hand and slid the electronic key into its slot. “I
know how to help, too.” He shouldered open the door, then kicked it
closed behind them.
    The room was one of their most basic, not
much more than a luxurious bed and a heavy cabinet in the corner.
Not many of the werewolves in Zoe’s position really gave a damn
about the bells and whistles that came with some of the other
suites.
    Shit. Neither do I right
now. Her
scent filled his nostrils, wet and musky, and he nearly stumbled as
he crossed to the bed and dropped her on it.
    She twisted as soon as her back
hit the bed, wiggling onto her stomach and then pushing up to her
hands and knees. “Now, now -- God please --”
    Connor clenched his jaw and reached around
her to yank at the button on her jeans. Her desperation fed his,
and his hands trembled. He could get her off and ease some of her
need, but he knew that only having him deep inside her would really
satisfy her. “Everything? Now?”
    Zoe rocked backwards with
another desperate noise.