“Oh.”
He grabbed her parted thighs and pulled her toward him so her legs straddled the sides of his. Letting his hand roam across her full lips, he drew his fingers over her neck, across the rapid pulse he found there, to her chest. He tweaked her nipples, rolling each of them between his thumb and forefinger. Continuing across her flat stomach, he moved his hand between her thighs to stroke along her slick folds. When his finger was wet with her cream, he brought it to his lips and licked it. His other hand tightened on her thigh as he savored her taste.
Natasha pushed up from the bed and reached for him, running her hands over his chest. He let her explore him as she blindly felt her way down to his erection. Watching her closely as she wrapped her fingers around his now incredibly thick length, he saw her eyes round in surprise. Taking him in both hands, she touched his erection, feeling the veins along the shaft, seeming to measure the thickness with her palm even as she felt the long length.
“Roark?” she asked, weakly. “Did you… Have you gotten… Did you take a pill or something to make your…make it bigger?”
A pill? He did his best not to laugh.
“I told you, love, you do something to me.” He cupped his balls, rolling them in his palm as she continued searching his length in awe. Her hands looked so small compared to his. He bit his lip, drawing blood with a fang. Lightly, she fingered the mushroomed tip, even stopping to push at the small hole on the end filled with pre-cum. Roark tried to hold back, but he couldn’t. His penis surged, growing slightly bigger. Natasha gasped, pulling her hands away, and he could just imagine her telling herself that she would never fit him inside her.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, her voice throaty and low.
Roark was too stunned to speak.
Natasha pulled the tattered remains of her shirt off her arms and tossed it aside. Then, getting on her hands and knees, she presented her lush ass to him. “Come on, wild man. Do it. Give me your big cock. Make me take it all.”
With a growl, he surged forward. She didn’t know what she was asking for. He stroked her back, coming between her parted legs. Cream glistened over her mound, a testament to how ready she was for him. He touched her wet folds and she jolted with liquid excitement. He thrust into her tight passage with his finger, loosening the silken muscles of her pussy.
“I want you to break me open,” she told him, pushing back on his hand. “Give me all of it. Make me scream. Please, Roark, fuck me like you promised to do. It’s been so long since I’ve been taken.”
When his fingers were moist with her cream, he ran them down between the cheeks of her ass, teasing the rosette he found there. He probed the tight muscles with a finger, rimming her gently.
“Yes, there. Fuck me there as well.” Natasha pulled at her hair. Silken red waves fell over her shoulders. “Come on, biker boy. Take me for a ride.”
If it had been anyone else, he would have laughed, but coming from Natasha it was just too damned hot. He groaned, pulling his finger away, unable to take the torture.
Grabbing his cock, he rubbed the tip along her slit. Natasha panted her approval, spreading her legs wider for him, inviting him in. She leaned to the side, grabbing and pinching a nipple. A hot gush of liquid flowed from her, easing his way.
“So sweet,” he managed, though it didn’t do justice to the thoughts running through his head. Then, he could think of nothing as he thrust into her slick folds, prying her pussy open with his stiff mass. She gasped, her tight body gripping him hard. He had to pull back, stretching her by small degrees. The beast fought for mindless control, but he forced it down. Sliding in her natural juices, he moved back and forth in shallow thrusts, pushing deeper into her, stretching her tight pussy to fit him.
“I said, fuck me!” Natasha demanded. She thrust herself back, impaling herself on his full length. Her body clamped him so tight it was almost painful. She screamed. Roark tensed in concern. Before he could speak, she yelled, “Yes. That’s it. Give it to me.”
Roark let loose a primal cry of pleasure. Instantly, he began thrusting, pounding his thick cock into her hot channel. Natasha yelled for more, demanding he give it all to her. He did give it all, and then some. Grabbing her hips, he pulled open the cleft of her ass, parting her even more. The more the beast came to play, the more she screamed in approval.
“Roark! Roark!” she cried, saying his name over and over. “Yes, Roark!”
He leaned back for leverage. The act of straightening his upper body drove his hips forward so he was deeper still. His muscles strained as he pumped faster. Glorious pressure built in him. With a growl, his body began to tighten. He reached for her clit, stroking the bud as he continued to control her movements by her hip.
Natasha gasped, her body stiffening. Roark thrust deep, stopping inside her. Her muscles tightened around him, convulsing along his embedded shaft. Screaming, she arched her body before him. He tried to hold back, tried to keep from ejaculating, but it was no use. His seed shot into her, marking her with his scent and draining him. He wasn’t worried about diseases. As a lycan, he couldn’t get them and thus couldn’t give them. And, unless she was his mate, she wouldn’t get pregnant. Still embedded, he leaned his head against her back.
Natasha collapsed onto the bed. Roark fell to her side. His eyes closed and he knew he’d soon be asleep.
“Rest up, sweetheart,” Natasha whispered. “I’m not done with you yet.”
* * * * *
“Roark!”
Natasha blinked, opening her eyes. Her whole body was numb with pleasure and she must have fallen asleep. Looking next to her on the bed, she noticed that Roark was gone. A thin strip of light caught her attention, giving just the tiniest bit of light to see by. It came from beneath a door. She was on a king-size bed with four dark posters in each corner and a wooden canopy up top. The shadowed impression of an oversized wardrobe was along the wall.
“Roark?” The sound was closer. Suddenly, the door to the bedroom was thrown open. “Damn it, Roark, get your lazy ass out of bed. I won the bet. You slept in…”
As soon as the light was turned on, the man stopped talking. Natasha screeched in embarrassment, grabbing at the covers to hide her nudity. The man at the door looked like Roark, though he was taller. His hair was the same dark shade, instead of the long locks that had tickled her during sex, his were short, falling just to his chin. He wore a faded pair of blue jeans and a white T-shirt with bright orange writing advertising an old-fashioned type of soda on it.
“Damn it, James!” Roark yelled. He stood in the doorway leading to a master bathroom, looking as if he’d just gotten out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. It was the same door that gave her the little bit of light to see by when she first woke up. “Get out of here! She doesn’t want you ogling her.”
Roark launched a brush at James’ head. His brother ducked out of the room and the brush hit the wall with a loud bang.
“Sorry ‘bout him,” Roark said, striding to the bed. He looked at her, the kind of intimate look men got after sex. She blushed and started to hide her face. “He’s the one in need of manners training, obviously. Though I’ll be damned if I let him use you for it. You’re all mine, love.”
Natasha laughed. Roark hopped up on the bed and kissed her, moaning into her mouth.
“Rummage though the drawers, boxes, wherever and find something to wear. I’m going to make us something to eat.”
Natasha nodded. Whistling, Roark walked to a box, grabbed a pair of blue jeans and dropped the towel. Without breaking stride, he walked naked out of the bedroom. She stared at his ass as he closed the door.
Moaning, she fell over on the bed and buried her face in a pillow.
* * * * *
“I can’t believe it,” James drawled as Roark sauntered into his kitchen to find something to eat. He was leaning against the countertop. “You got Ms. Manners into bed within hours. It makes me want to hire an etiquette coach.”
Roark
knew his brother was only teasing him, but he still didn’t like him being so cavalier about what had happened between Natasha and him. There was no way James could know how deeply he felt for the woman.
Forcing a chuckle, he tossed his jeans over a chair and didn’t bother to get dressed. It was his house and he would walk around naked if he felt like it. After centuries, James would hardly be fazed by his brother’s nudity. During full shifts, they all lost their clothes. Pointing at his brother, he warned, “She’s all mine, so back off.”
James laughed, holding his hands out to his sides. “Ah, so the connection I sensed between you two is real. By all means, Roark, keep her. I don’t share with my brothers.”
“What? No lecture like you gave Ian about Meghan?” Roark rummaged through his fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs and some cheese.
“I was right about Meghan,” James said. Meghan had been Ian’s lover for years. Though Ian wanted nothing more than sex, the woman had her sights on being queen. She wasn’t happy when Ian chose Ceana. She even went so far as striking a deal with a sea witch to get Ceana out of the way. Her plan failed and she was now on the run.
“Any luck tracking her down?” Roark asked.
“No, but I have word she’s in Las Vegas.” James shrugged. “I wanted to talk to you and Ian about the best way to handle her before I left, but Ian called to say they found a place in Virginia that Ceana wants to look at first before they come here.”
“Meghan betrayed our brother,” Roark reminded him. “What is there to discuss? You track her and punish her for her crimes.”
“And she failed in her plotting,” James answered. “Without power, she’s harmless. The whole clan is ready to turn her in for what she did. Besides, Father already ordered me to hold back a week before going after her. He wants her to get comfortable and settled in to her new home.”
“A week?”
“That’s what he said.” James shot him a mischievous look. “So I guess I’ll be staying with you, brother. No reason to waste away at the hotel.”
“Oh, no,” Roark said glancing in the direction of his bedroom. He could hear the shower in the master bath running and wished he could make an excuse to jump in with her. “Not this time, buddy. I’ve got plans and they don’t include escorting you to the emergency room like last time.”
“You’re going to kick your brother out on his ass for a woman?” James gasped, pretending to be stunned. “You’re going to make me spend a whole week in a hotel by my lonesome?”
“For that woman? Hell, yes! In fact, you’re already overstaying your welcome. Get out of here.” Roark knew James was only giving him a hard time. They stayed much longer in hotels when out on a job. “Quit whining. You don’t even own a house, do you?”
“Can’t remember. I think I own a couple.” James pushed away from the counter and grabbed the carton of eggs from Roark’s hand. “One thing though, if I leave right now, who’s going to do the cooking? You?”
“I can…” It wasn’t even worth finishing the lie. “Fine, you can stay. But just for breakfast.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Then it’s back to the hotel. I want some time alone with Natasha and she’s only guaranteed me a week.” Roark grinned, turning toward his bedroom, still naked. Unashamed, he planned on leaving James alone in the kitchen to attend some unfinished business he had with Natasha.
“Hey,” James yelled. “You’re not going to leave me to do the cooking all alone, are you?”
“Sorry, old chap, but yeah I am!” Roark hurried to the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Chapter Five
Roark strode toward the master bathroom, smiling as he heard Natasha humming softly in the shower. It felt right having her in his home, as if she’d been there forever. He pushed his hair over his shoulder, not caring that he’d just taken a shower and the locks were still damp.
Suddenly, he was feeling very, very dirty. Grabbing his semi-erect shaft, Roark pumped his fist over the length until it became hard.
He stopped in the doorway, watching the blurred image of Natasha’s beautiful body through the thick glass door. There was more than enough room for both of them in the shower and he eagerly went toward her. Letting his cock slide along the cool glass, he said, “Want some company?”
He lifted upon his toes to see over the shower door. Natasha gasped, spinning around. Wet hair clung to her lightly tanned skin. Her round blue eyes fluttered in the overspray of water as she blinked rapidly, staring at where his penis pressed to the glass. Roark’s gaze narrowed in on her wet breasts. Rivulets trailed down her supple flesh, coming from the two showerheads on either side of her body.
“Isn’t your brother here?” she asked, her eyes darting up to meet his.
“So what if he is. He’ll stay away.”
“I should say no.”
Roark rocked his hips against the hard glass. Letting his expression fill with his desire for her, he murmured, “But you want to say yes.”
“Yes.”
Grinning, he pulled open the door and joined her. Hot water hit his body and steam curled around them. She fell forward onto his chest, moaning in pleasure. Instantly, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her thoroughly as their flesh rubbed together with the aid of the shower. Her hands slipped over his chest and arms, as if trying to feel all of him at once. Not to be outdone, Roark explored her as well, teasing and probing, reading her body’s reaction to continue doing what she liked the best.
Her mouth slid off his, licking water from his flesh. Her hot tongue flicked over his pulse before she worked her mouth down to his chest. Roark groaned when she sucked one of his nipples into her mouth. She pulled back.
“Roark, shhh. Your brother will hear.” Her expectant face looked up at him in concern.
“Mmm, is this a lesson in shower sex etiquette?” He grinned, unable to resist teasing her.
“Well, Mr. O’Connell, you know, there are certain rules that one must abide by.”
“Really?” He reached to lightly brush the back of his hand along her soft curls. She shivered as he skimmed her clit. “What are those?”
“Uh,” she giggled, “ladies first.”
“I think I can manage that,” he assured her, gracefully going to his knees before her. Sticking out his tongue, he rubbed it along her slit, parting her folds with the tip.
Natasha wasn’t sure how he did it, but Roark was absolutely, hands-down the best lover she’d ever had. It was in the confidence of his movements, the graceful flex of his body. It was in the way he tasted, the way he conquered her lips with his when he kissed her. One look could leave her knees weak and one touch could melt her with desire.
She moaned lightly, looking down at his dark head between her thighs. Rich, silky waves of hair adhered to his strong flesh. Water beat against her, caressing like a million fingers at once. Her nipples were hard peaks beneath the hard stream of water. Jerking waves of pleasure flowed over her skin. His mouth sawed passionately against her, instantly weakening her knees.
Roark looked up, his dark eyes piercing, watching her, wanting her. She grabbed his head, leaning back as she arched toward his mouth. An orgasm hit her hard, causing her to convulse wildly.
Roark shot to his feet and Natasha felt the hard pressure of his tight body all along hers. The water slid between them, making his hard muscles glide erotically along her softer form. His thick arousal settled against her stomach, hotter than the water. Then, his eyes met hers. They were no longer dark brown flecked with hints of gold. The amber color had taken over completely.
Gasping, she pushed back in the shower. “Roark?”
He closed his eyes. His hands were on her hips, gripping her. His tone hoarse, he said, “It will pass. Please, don’t be frightened. I won’t hurt you. I’m the same man I was before. Please, just—”
Natasha wasn’t frightened. She surged forward, pressing her lips to his. It was his turn to gasp in surprise. Moaning, she forced he
r tongue into his mouth. Sharpened teeth nicked her and Roark instantly started sucking on her like a man starved.
Fangs? His eyes? What was this man?
Natasha knew well that the supernatural truly existed. She herself had been part of that world before she was doomed to become human. Strange, she’d lost all her other powers, but she’d just assumed she’d know another supernatural if she saw one. She had Roark pegged as a human male—a deliciously sculpted one, but human nonetheless.
“What kind are you?” she asked, breathing heavily. “You’re too dark to be vampire. Shifter? Warlock?”
He pulled back, clearly surprised by her acceptance and curiosity. “You know of my kind?”
“Then you are a warlock?” she asked, astonished. She wouldn’t have taken him for the old magical kind.
“No. Lycan.”
“Now that makes more sense.” He had the brute strength and the vitality of the werewolf and the passionate intensity of a shifter. It also explained the size of his anatomy and how it seemed to grow.
“You are familiar with lycans?” he asked, still eyeing her in disbelief. “And you’re not scared?”
“I’ve met a few over my lifetime,” she assured him. Natasha moaned, turned on even more now that she knew his secret. The fierce, animal look of him, the knowledge of what he kept buried inside him. It was all a turn-on. No wonder she couldn’t resist his sexual charms. He wasn’t a mere human, he was base animalistic desire and passion wrapped up into a perfect male package. The urge to tell him the truth welled within her, but she couldn’t think beyond passion to say the words.
“Turn around,” he ordered, the sound of the beast in his low voice. Grabbing her ass, he squeezed it hard. “I’m going to finish what I started. I’m going to conquer all of you.”
Natasha shivered, but how could she refuse such a passionate request? Turning, she braced her hands against the wall, spreading her legs. Roark came from behind, running his hands up over her thighs, caressing her. His harsh breathing sounded over her. “I love that you know what I am,” he said. “I hate deception.”
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