“Yeah?” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he grated, sounding in pain. Which he was. Hunger was scraping him raw inside, like a deadly set of claws.
She smiled again, another one of those stop-his-heart, make-him-as-hard-as-a-friggin’-rock kind of smiles, and he knew he needed to fuck her in a way that he’d never needed anything else in his entire life. Needed to take her as hard and as deep and as long as it took to satisfy his ravenous craving. But he couldn’t, because it would be a mistake. She wasn’t ready. Hell, he wasn’t ready. Not when he knew just how dangerous it could be for a Lycan to fool around with his or her life mate.
Vivian was looking to feel something other than the fear and confusion that had been her constant companions for the past few days. She wasn’t looking to get claimed by him, or the complete destruction of her life as she knew it.
“Max?” she murmured, when he squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a rough, rattling breath.
Shit! He didn’t know how to tell her no. Didn’t know how to find the strength to get up and walk away, when he knew damn well it’s what a smart man would do.
As he opened his eyes and found her watching him with that sweet, hopeful look on her face, Max guessed he just wasn’t that clever, because he wanted her too damn badly to bail.
“I’ll make you feel good, Viv. But that’s as far as we’re going right now,” he scraped out, knowing it was going to take every ounce of control he possessed if they were going to make it through this unscathed.
“Seriously?” she laughed, looking at him as if she didn’t quite know what to make of him.
“I’m serious as hell.”
She caught her lower lip in her teeth as she laid her head on his pillow, then slowly let it go as she smiled. “You are so not a normal guy.”
Another harsh laugh jerked up from his chest, and he yanked her against him, unable to wait another goddamn second before getting her taste on his tongue again. He gripped handfuls of her hair on either side of her head as she opened that lush mouth and let him in, his tongue rubbing against hers, his heart pounding so hard he didn’t know how it was still in his chest and not lying like an offering at her feet.
And she wasn’t just surrendering to his kiss—she was kissing him back! Kissing him like she might die if she didn’t.
Exactly how I feel, he thought, shaking, completely lost in her honeyed sweetness, having her strong body pressed up tight against him the most exquisite sensation in the world. He couldn’t stop his hands from stroking over her soft, smooth skin, touching every part of her he could reach, the wound on her side miraculously healed. And when he finally worked his way up to her high, full breasts, the cry that she gave against his mouth as he brushed his thumbs over her tight nipples was the sexiest damn sound he’d ever heard. Then he replaced his hands with his mouth, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh, and the sounds she was making somehow got even better.
“Max,” she moaned, rolling to her back as he worked his way lower…and lower, until he was forcing her thighs wider with his shoulders, a deep breath filling his lungs with her mouthwatering scent. As he spread her open with his thumbs, there was no doubt that she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, his heavy-lidded gaze devouring every inch of her wet, pink flesh. Looking up again, he held her excited stare as he leaned in closer, opened his mouth, and swept his tongue over her in a slow, hungry lick.
Oh… Oh, shit, he thought, while a deep growl rumbled up from his chest. She tasted so good it was unreal. So incredible, he had to grind his rigid cock against the bed as he thrust his tongue into her tight, drenched entrance, needing to taste all of her. Digging his fingers into her soft, pale thighs, he forced them even wider, her sexy moans filling his head as she rolled her hips up, shoving herself against him. Against his open, insatiable mouth.
“I hope you’re ready,” he growled, lowering his greedy gaze back to her intimate flesh as he pushed two big fingers inside her, forcing her to stretch open around him. “Because I’m about to suck on your pink little clit until you come all over me, Viv.”
“Oh, God,” she panted, her head falling back as she pushed her fingers into his hair, her body trembling. “I’ve never been so turned on in my life. What the hell are you doing to me?”
He answered with his lips and tongue, doing exactly what he’d just told her he would, and she shouted his name as he sucked on her, then gave her clit a few soft licks, before sucking on her again. She started coming with a husky cry on her lips, her slick, snug sheath convulsing around his fingers as he pumped them hard and deep, and all he could think was that he’d give anything to feel her tighten like that around his cock.
“That’s it,” he rasped, his eyes going wide when he saw that she was starting to do the whole “glowing” thing again. Glittering veins of golden light were now crackling beneath her skin like an internal lightning storm, and his throat worked with a hard swallow as he realized what was happening—that the power of her orgasm had tapped into the supernatural change her body was going through.
“Max!” she screamed, coming even harder around his fingers in a warm, wet rush, her mouthwatering scent only growing stronger, and he pulled his fingers free as he rose up over her, his hunger for her ripping at his insides like a blade.
“I need to fuck the hell out of you,” he growled against her open mouth, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of her head as he stroked the long ridge of his heavy erection against her slippery, swollen seam.
“I want that too,” she cried, reaching between them, and the second her hands brushed against the front of his jeans, pressing against his rigid cock, he knew he was in trouble. He was off the bed in a flash, moving faster than any human male could have ever done, his back against the bedroom door as he grabbed for the handle.
“Max?” she said with confusion, moving to her knees in the middle of the bed. “What are you—?”
“Don’t trust myself,” he forced out through his gritted teeth, fear gripping him in a tight-ass hold as he felt the wolf moving beneath his skin. His muscles were like granite, his veins popping and his pulse a constant roar in his ears, growing louder…and louder. And he knew by the way she was staring at his eyes that they were no longer human.
But then, neither were hers.
As she climbed off the foot of the bed and walked toward him, naked and sleek and mind-shatteringly perfect, her blue eyes burned with a bright, smoldering violet light between her long eyelashes.
“I trust you, Max.” Her pink lips curled with a sweet, sexy smile as she pressed her hands against his chest, and he knew he was lost when she lifted onto her tiptoes and brushed her tender lips against the edge of his mouth. “And I want what’s mine.”
Chapter Eight
The Rules of the Game
Panting and shaking apart inside with a need that she couldn’t control, Vivian felt as if the magnificent male trapped between her and the door was somehow the key to an intricate lock she hadn’t even known she possessed. The answer to a question she hadn’t even realized had been screaming through her head from the moment she first looked over at the Velvet Rope and set eyes on Max Doucet.
He was the answer, and the only thing that could fill the aching, churning emptiness twisting inside her, demanding to be fed.
She hadn’t been lying when she’d told him she wanted what was hers. She felt that stunning, unfamiliar right to possession with every burning, thrumming, still softly glowing part of her, and as Max wrapped his arms back around her, her knees shook so violently they nearly buckled. Now that she was in his arms, he didn’t waste any time thrusting his tongue into her mouth like he intended to own it, claim it, and she was just as hungry, just as desperate and driven, sliding her tongue against his with the need to taste as much of him as she could.
And there was a hell of a lot more of him that she needed to get her mouth on.
With that heady thought burning through her mind, she dropped down on her knees
as her heart pounded in her ears, her pulse rushing with excitement.
“Oh, God,” he croaked, shuddering so hard it rattled the door at his back. She bit her lip to keep from smiling, thinking it was sweet, how on edge he was. For a guy like Max, getting head was probably as easy as snapping his fingers—and yet, he acted like this was special. Like it was more than just an everyday, run-of-the-mill occurrence, and it made her want to make the experience a million times more pleasurable for him.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise,” she teased, and she couldn’t help but grin when his head went back against the door, those sexy tendons stretching in his strong, tanned throat as he gave a harsh laugh.
Staring up at him, she thought he looked delicious in the form-fitting T-shirt, the short sleeves stretched tight around his powerful biceps. Then the view got even better as he reached behind his head with one hand and ripped the shirt off, her breath catching at the sight of his taut abdomen and naked chest. His skin was darkened by the sun, marked with silvery scars from his years as a Runner, a particularly nasty one on his left shoulder, and newer scrapes and bruises he’d gained in the past few days, while fighting against her enemies to keep her alive. But not a single one of the marks detracted from his beauty. They were marks of his strength and his goodness.
And of a courage that she couldn’t help but be envious of.
As if he could feel the weight of her avid stare, his head tipped down, and her breath caught when she saw what she could swear was the primal ferocity of the wolf staring back at her. For a split second, she wondered if she should be freaked. But then she realized that the beast was every bit as much a part of Max as the man, and since she trusted him, there was no reason to be afraid. And without fear, the moment simply seemed incredibly intimate. Hot and intense and uniquely erotic.
She held his blistering gaze as she undid the top button on his jeans, then slowly worked her way down the button fly, her breath catching every time the backs of her fingers brushed against the rigid length of his cock. And then the denim was parting, filling with that hard, utterly male part of him, and all she could think was Oh…whoa.
Seriously. The guy was something else.
She had eyes in her head, so she’d known he was big. But she hadn’t expected this. He wasn’t just huge, he was breathtaking. Long and thick from root to tip, the round head broad and flushed, the knotwork of veins that pressed up beneath the velvety skin giving a hard pulse as she curled one shaky hand around him, her fingers and thumb not even touching. Even his heavy testicles were sexy, dark and drawn up tight with need beneath the heavy shaft; his warm, masculine scent making her mouth water.
“What do you want, Viv?”
“You,” she whispered, still shivering from the sexy, gravelly sound of his voice. “I want you, Max. And I want this”—she squeezed his shaft— “in my mouth.”
She’d never seen a look of such intense need as the one he wore in that moment, his blue eyes glimmering like the center of a flame. She held that mesmerizing gaze as she leaned forward and touched her tongue to the broad tip, then licked her way down the side. When she worked her way back up again with a series of teasing, nibbling kisses, then took the head between her lips, sucking on him like she couldn’t get enough, he gave a raw, guttural growl that almost sounded more animal than man.
“You’re killing me,” he bit out, as she sucked him in deeper, one hand stroking the inches she couldn’t fit in her mouth, while she pressed the other one against his taut abdomen, his rock-hard muscles jumping beneath her palm. He might be on his feet and still partially dressed, while she was nude and on her knees before him, but his reactions made it clear that she was the one with all the power. The one wrecking him and making his tall, ripped body tremble with need.
He pushed his shaking hands into her hair, the blue of his eyes growing steadily brighter as he stared down at her, a beautiful ring of iridescent gold forming around the gleaming irises. His breathing grew increasingly rough as she did her best to drive him wild, greedily sucking and stroking, her actions turning her on in a way that she’d never experienced before, as if his pleasure were somehow feeding her own. Making her needy and wet, her veins feeling like they were filling with liquid heat all over again.
“Shit!” he gasped, suddenly grabbing her shoulders and pushing her away, and the next thing she knew, he’d pulled out of her mouth and she was flat on her back, lying against the thick gray rug that covered the hardwood floor, and Max was crouching over her, the wet, heavy head of his cock brushing against her belly. He braced himself on one strong, muscular arm, and placed his other hand against her shoulder, holding her in place as he leaned down and buried his face against the side of her throat. He pulled in a deep breath, then gave a low, rumbling growl of approval, as if he seriously enjoyed the way she smelled.
Then he lifted his head, his face right above hers as he stared down into her eyes, the feral glow in his heavy-lidded gaze unlike any human one she’d ever seen. But then, Max Doucet was so much more than just an outrageously hot guy. He was a dark, dangerous creature of the moonlit forest, and as Vivian stared up at him, she thought, Oh, yeah. There’s definitely a wolf lurking behind those incredible blue eyes. But she wasn’t afraid. She was hungrier than ever, and that primal, visceral power that had erupted through her when she’d shattered with pleasure for him started building again, her craving for his pleasure even more intense than her own.
Quietly, she asked, “Why’d you stop me?”
“Have to keep control,” he ground out between his hard, ragged breaths.
“Not with me you don’t,” she argued, curling her hands around his powerful biceps. “I’m not afraid of you, Max.”
“That’s good.” He leaned down to press a soft kiss against her lips. “But I still intend to be careful with you.”
Just not too careful, I hope, she thought, moaning as he kissed his way down the front of her throat, then lower, over her collarbone. Kneeling between her parted thighs, he lifted up as he moved his hands to her naked breasts and gently squeezed, her nipples so swollen and pink they looked obscene. Looked as though they were begging to be sucked and licked and nibbled on, and as he lowered his dark head over her chest, his warm breath coasting over her sensitive skin, a dizzying rush of need and emotion had her gasping for breath.
“Oh… Oh, God,” she moaned as he licked one nipple, a husky cry jerking from her throat when he moved his head and took the other one into the scorching heat of his mouth. And it wasn’t just his lips and tongue that were driving her crazy. His big, work-roughened hands felt like magic on her body, knowing exactly how to stroke and tease. When he ran two long fingers up the inside of her thigh, then pushed them inside her, she literally purred from how freaking good it felt.
Needing to make him feel the same, she reached between their bodies, but he pulled his fingers from inside her and gripped her wrist before she could touch him. “Let me,” she urged, giving him a pleading look. “I don’t want to come again without you.”
He cursed, then slowly unwound his wet fingers from her wrist. Holding her heavy-lidded gaze, he lifted his fingers to his open mouth and pushed them past his lips, sucking them clean. Then he reached down and slipped them back inside her, stretching her tender entrance as he curled them forward, rubbing that hypersensitive spot that had her back arching off the floor as she literally cried out his name.
“God, woman. When you make those sounds, and look at me the way you’re looking at me right now, it’s all I can do not to spill all over you.”
“Do it,” she coaxed, her skin burning with heat as she took his heavy erection back into her eager hand. “Let me give you what you need.”
His breath punched from his lungs on a sharp exhale as she stroked him with a firm grip, her hips rolling as he kept working her with his long, wicked fingers, the steady brushing of his thumb across her clit so soft and slow she thought she would die. Curling her free hand around the back of his neck, she pulle
d him down until he was staring into her face, his chest heaving, his powerful body shaking like thunder. He had heavy stubble on his jaw and dark shadows under his blue, blue eyes, but even exhausted, he looked unbelievably beautiful. And the hunger in his savage expression—the intensely fierce way he was looking at her, as if she were the key to that same lock for him, the answer to that same unknown question—made her mad for him.
“Come for me, Max.” Her voice broke as she arched sharply, her own climax crashing into her with the fury of a storm. “Oh, God. Come now!”
As if her throaty words had reached inside and ripped the pleasure right out of him, Max erupted against her belly in a blinding, scalding rush of release. His head shot back, and he let out an unholy roar, his sweat-slick body fighting to hold the beast at bay with everything it had, even as he was wrecked by the intensity of his orgasm.
With his lungs still jerking and his muscles twitching, he carefully pulled his drenched fingers from her tight grip and rolled to his back beside her. Then he immediately reached over, grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her on top of him. She still looked like she’d been plugged into a power source, her veins continuing to crackle with golden light beneath her smooth skin, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the orgasms he’d given her had somehow recharged her system.
“You okay?” he asked, stroking his palm down the satin-soft length of her spine.
He could feel her smile against his chest. “I’m incredible.”
Burying his other hand in her hair, he felt his lips twitch with a satisfied smile. “You most certainly are that.”
She laughed, and the soft, sexy sound shot straight to his dick, his body reacting as if he hadn’t just come so hard his eyes had nearly rolled back in his head, while his brain continued to struggle to make sense out of what had just happened. Because he honestly didn’t have a clue.
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