“I know. But I think I can guess what your plan entailed. Going all growly, some biting.” She popped open the button on her jeans and her fingertips moved to the zipper, pulling it down slowly, exposing just a flash of her black panties. “I was actually enjoying the being pinned bit. Especially the biting.” Her fingers dipped into the edge of her jeans and she wiggled her hips back and forth, slowly sliding her jeans down and over her hips.
The demon was transfixed. He breathed hard and deep, his eyes locked on every movement she made. Layla felt like she was some kind of seductress holding him under her spell. His eyes followed every sweep of her hands over her skin. Stepping out of her jeans, she trailed her fingers back up her legs and over the satin that covered the juncture of her thighs. Her own throat was going dry just from teasing him, her body flooding with slick liquid heat. She had to lick her lips before talking. Her voice was a tone she had never heard before.
“Well, Wolfman, your turn.” His eyes widened and he let out an almost feral growl. Damn, she half expected him to rip his shirt Hulk-style.
He wasted no time removing said shirt, exposing his chest to reveal all that rippling muscle covered in intricate tattoos. Layla made a mental note to trail her tongue over every single one of them. She could see that flickering flame always burning within, rolling over his skin, then sinking back under his flesh like a building fire. He looked dangerous and exotic, a wild animal that had hunted her as his mate. Now he was ready to show her he was worthy of her.
“Enough teasing. You shatter my control just standing there like some goddess offering me salvation.” His voice was gravelly as he spoke, and she could see him shaking, trying to hold his control.
“I don’t know about a goddess, but I am offering this place, my family. I’m offering you me, my heart. That I can give.” Her heart skipped a beat. She had not intended to open up so much. She felt like she had just bared her soul to him. She might as well have just damn well told him she loved him. Hell, her stomach was turning somersaults like she had done just that.
She watched him pause. His whole body stopped moving, the silence almost deafening in the room. What was going through his head right now? She couldn’t read him. Damn it, why did she have to go and ruin all this by saying something so damned foolish and heartfelt? She could feel her heartbeat in her ears, hear blood rushing through her veins. Her chest felt tight as the sudden urge to bolt from her own bedroom bit hard at her heels. Every second seemed to stretch into minutes. Yeah, she had royally fucked this up. God, what a stupid thing to say. She wanted to open her mouth and say something, anything, but the words would not come out.
She suddenly felt naked and exposed to his gaze. His silence was possibly the worst thing she had ever experienced. Unable to speak, she did the only thing she could. Layla turned to leave the room. She had to get out. Her hand reached for the door, but the smothering body of a huge male pressed against her back and a large hand preventing her from opening the door.
His huge body molded against her back and he lowered his head to her throat. His low rumbled growl and hot breath scorched her throat. Layla swallowed hard. She had not even heard him move. How in the hell had he gotten off the bed so fast without making a sound?
“Where do you think you’re going?” His tone sent a sharp stab of need right into her womb and made her clit pulse, pulling a moan from her. God, when had he learned to do that? That was not fair!
She felt his free hand moving over her hip, his skin almost burning her. It left a tingling trail over her stomach as he moved his hand up her ribcage to cup a bare breast and roll one of her aching nipples between his finger and thumb.
“Answer me, Layla. Are you running from me? I would advise against that.” Layla gasped as he pulled at the puckered flesh and trailed his lips up the column of her throat. She could not help but push herself back into him, relishing the heat of his chest against her back.
Okay, so maybe he wasn’t upset, but damn, her words had triggered something in him. His hand on her body was confident and strong, his voice commanding—this was officially the most erotic thing that had ever happened in her life.
What on earth had led her to believe she had been seducing him? It was clear to see he had thoroughly captured her, a willing victim to the wolf’s hunger. Her body was hyperaware of him. His hand brushed over her skin from one breast to the other, sending goosebumps rushing over her flesh. His large form pressed her against the door, allowing her to feel the erect length of his cock, still restricted behind his sweats as it nestled between the cheeks of her ass. Did she want to bait this beast some more? Instant answer—hell yes!
“And? What would happen if I did run?” She did not even recognize her own voice. Sultry and teasing, the shy scared woman that had worried over spoken words only moments before had been deftly swept away by his masterful touch.
“You would be hunted and caught.” His nose traced the column of her throat to the edge of her ear. His hand moved slowly down her stomach to the edge of her panties, feathering along the top and making her belly tremble in anticipation. He did not disappoint; his masterful fingers dipped under the satin, sliding between her slick folds and brushing over her swollen clit. Her head nearly exploded as shocks rushed over her skin, sinking deep into her long-neglected body.
“You are my prey, Layla. That means… You. Are. Mine.”
Those few words, “I’m offering you me, my heart. That I can give.” They had a profound effect on him. Shock had stolen his ability to talk or move, at least until she started to turn from him. In that moment, the beast inside surged to the forefront of his mind. He would not allow her to leave him, not now, not ever.
He held her trembling body. The only thing he could think about was making sure she understood just what he meant when he said she was his. His words appeared to have the desired effect—she whimpered beautifully, her knees going weak, and he took her weight easily. He brought his hand down from where he held it against the door and slid it to her hip.
He felt like he was about to lose control, just like when he was running lost in the forest, filled with bloodlust and unable to grasp sanity. Only this time it was not bloodlust he danced with, it was something just as powerful, and just as addictive. He wanted to sink into this new mad craving only she could bring him—and only she held the antidote.
Holding her now in his arms, the fingers of one hand played over her hip while his other continued to stroke her into trembling submission. She was so slick his fingers slid easily through her folds. Her body jerked slightly each time he brushed over her clit. Every small whimper and moan that left her lips wrapped around him, making his already hard cock jump behind his sweats.
His blood pounded in his veins, thick and hot, the beast demanding he hunt, claim, mark. Some small part of his mind tried to remind him about not being a damned beast. But it was drowned out the second she rubbed back against him like a cat luxuriating in the attention. A low growl left his throat and the hand on her hip moved up her chest to her throat, closing around it. His thumb feathered over her pounding pulse, tilting her neck to the side and exposing the length his for teeth.
“Dangerous game you’re playing, Layla.” Groaning, he lowered his teeth to her neck and grazed them against a tight muscle. Her gasp had his cock drawing tight and his body shaking. “If you don’t want this then you best tell me now. Because I don’t know if the beast will listen. I feel him under my skin; he wants to claim as much as me.”
Her body went still in his arms, and for a second he expected her to ask him to leave. She began to turn and he reluctantly released his grip on her throat and let his fingers slide from her sweet body. He watched her as she faced him with her back against the door.
Her face was flushed with need, her eyes bright with arousal, each soft panting breath that rolled over his face told him she needed him as much as he needed her. His eyes were drawn down as she bit her bottom lip. Fuck, that one little action, and he was in physical
pain he was so damn hard. He skimmed his eyes slowly down her body, over the soft mounds of her breasts to the tight curls at the juncture of her thighs. She was pure perfection and she was all his—no other woman would ever compare to her.
The tip of her tongue darted out to lick over her lips, and his eyes shot up to watch. He could almost feel it flicking over the swollen head of his cock. God damn, his groan echoed through the room, and the smile she gifted him was pure sin. She reached out, her hands settling on his hips. Stepping away from the door she pressed against him and pushed the final barrier between them down over his hips, letting the sweats fall to his feet. He reached out as her arms came around his neck, his hands stroking down the curve of her back.
“I trust you, Tan.” The words were whispered as her lips lightly brushed over his. That gentle kiss was all he needed; he took control, claiming her mouth, his tongue sweeping deep. He cupped her face with both his hands and refused to give her any release from his claim.
He turned her around and backed her up step by step until her knees made contact with the bed. Bodies molded together, hands roaming and stroking over heating skin. A sweet bite of pain rushed through him as her nails scratched over his shoulder, and he pulled back with a growl.
It was impossible to know who started where as he took her down to the bed. Legs entwined, mouths fed at one another, as if the very thing they needed to survive they could only get from each other. Sweat slicked bodies slid together, the room filling with panted breaths. Neither of them seemed willing to separate from the kiss.
Tan tilted his head, grabbing her hands and pinning then above her head. His fingers entwined with hers as his mouth devoured and claimed. His tongue swept in and retreated, mimicking the slow roll of his hips against hers. The sound of her soft whimpered moans into his mouth was like fingers down his spine. He needed to feel her wrapped around him, needed to be inside her, mark her as his to show the world and every male that she belonged to him.
The muscles on his back strained as he trailed scorching kisses down her jawline and her throat. She arched beautifully to each caress, writhing under him, trying to make him thrust by using her body to entice him into her own realm of insanity. He was losing the battle with what little control he had. Growling low, he nipped and bit along her neck, ripping a sharp cry from her which she quickly covered with a hand that she tore from his grip.
It came back to him suddenly. There was a kid across the hall, that meant this they were going to have to be quite—not fun. No way in Hades was he stopping now, not with the weeping head of his cock so close to heaven he could taste it. Biting down on the lobe of her ear, he pulled back his hips and slowly pushed forward. His aching cock slid between her folds, sinking into her at an almost leisurely pace—hell, if he wasn’t driving himself crazy.
“I guess we need to remain quiet, don’t we?” Hissing low, his body convulsed at the rapture that rushed over him as he felt her body clamping around him like a fist. He knew he was going to pay for his cocky tone. He purposefully drove hard into her body, causing her to gasp and bite back the cry of pleasure he knew ripped through her.
She gripped him hard, her muscles pulsing around him, and he almost came apart, fire rushing through him, surging up his spine. He had to stop, just for a second, together his sanity. He gritted his teeth to stop himself from roaring his own pleasure to the heavens. The flames that rolled from his skin now jumped to hers, licking over her flesh, dancing and sinking into it. Just when he thought he had the control to drive her crazy, she decided all was fair in sex and no screaming. She rolled her hips and tightened her muscles around him.
Fuck, he was in trouble.
Oh, by every god she knew the name of, she was going to get the arrogant, no-good bastard back for this. She gasped again, sucking in breath. She felt him thrust so deep that the sensation of him bumping against her womb was about to send her over the edge. She had never felt anything like this before. It rose so fast the connection between them sparked like a live wire, heightening everything.
She felt every movement rush over her like a wave, every nerve ending alive with it. She arched under him and bit down on her hand to stop from screaming. No way in hell she was going to be the only one struggling with this. Rolling her hips to his, Layla made damn sure she gave as good as she got. Her erotic action drew a low groan from his throat that went right to her clit and made her body pulse.
This was no long slow lovemaking; this was hard fast craving, pure and simple. They needed each other, and they were going to take. He pulled her hand from her mouth and covered her lips with his, spearing his tongue deeply as he thrust. His hands sank into her hair and held her for his unstoppable rhythm.
Layla cried out into his mouth, her nails digging into the muscles of his back—hell, anything within reach—for some kind of anchor to ground herself as she shattered around him. Her whole body went rigid with the power behind her release, and she swore the world exploded into light. Her scream was muffled by his mouth covering hers, each moan punctuated by a pulsing surge of pleasure rushing through her.
His own low drawn-out groan was interspersed by hard thrusts as he spilled his seed deep into her body. He trembling over her, but never stopped. He swallowed every sound she made, thrusting through the tight pulsing muscles, prolonging the insane pleasure that ravaged her until she was whimpering into his mouth.
Slowly, her mind came down from floating in a haze of tingling euphoria, and she blinked through the numbing of bliss that saturated her body. Layla reached up and stroked over his sweat-slicked arm. The male above her stirred and pulled back to look at her.
“Next time, let’s try for five minutes.” His strained voice brought a smile to her face.
He groaned and dropped his head to her shoulder, his skin turning an amazing shade of red—poor man was totally ashamed of his performance. Layla burst into laughter and the demon grumbled above her, making a move to leave. She brought her legs up and tightened them around his hips, stopping him from moving. She grabbed his face and made his eyes meet hers.
“I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it! Tan, that was the most erotic, damn fucking fantastic sex of my life. I intend on making you do that to me many, many more times. I am yours, remember?”
He was silent for a moment. Had he noticed she’d just sworn? She never swore. A smile pulled at his lips. Layla watched his eyes flicker. She was learning to read him. His hands sank into her hair and he covered her mouth with his kisses until she was whimpering under him again. He pulled back, a smile like the devil on his lips.
“Then I’d better get started if I’m going to make it to an hour by morning.”
“An hour?” He was joking, right?
It was clear he had only one goal in mind. He slid down her body, biting over her hip. A low growl emanated from his chest and there was sinful promise in his eyes.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Layla hummed a nonsensical tune with a smile plastered to her lips. The pan before her filled the room with the scent of frying bacon. Opposite that, browning pancakes needed flipping, and warming maple syrup lent a sweetness to the air. The sunlight shone through the window, sending a halo of dappled light around her. She felt amazing; this moment ranked next to seeing her daughter’s eyes for the first time as one of the happiest moments of her life.
His promise last night to increase his stamina to an hour had been met, and then some. Still it seemed like he had been holding himself back for some reason. She would confront him about that later. Unwilling to ruin this perfect morning after, she pushed her doubts to the back of her mind. It certainly helped when warm strong arms wrapped around her from behind, circling her waist. Hot lips began trailing up her throat.
Her train of thought was definitely thrown back to how his body had taken her to levels of pleasure she had never experienced before. He growled deeply against her neck, pulling her back against his hips, making it very clear he was hard as steel, and more interested in gettin
g her back to bed than eating the breakfast being woefully neglected on the stove.
“I’m going to burn the bacon if you keep that up.” She had a huge smile on her lips, which of course, did not discourage him at all.
“Let it burn.” God, when he used that low commanding tone her body turned to putty in his hands.
Her head tilted to the side and her eyes slid closed. All she could hear was her blood rushing in her veins and the soft panting of her breath. He just took over, wrapping up all her senses so she could only think of him. So it was not her fault in the least when the soft tapping sound of little feet was not registered by her ears.
“Mommy, so does this mean Wolfie is definitely going to be my daddy?” Turns out the totally innocent voice of the libido-killer five-year-old was the world’s best braking system for any sexual situation. This had now been proven correct for a second time.
The demon froze in place. Layla was sure he had no idea what to do with himself at her child’s perfectly reasonable question. Ironically, she did not feel any shame at being caught like this with him. When she accepted him last night she had made her choice. Allowing him into her life and into the life of her family meant she would be caught on occasion.
Removing the cooking food from the burners, Layla turned around, sliding from the tense arms of the still half-frozen demon. She patted his arm with a laugh and moved toward her daughter. Leaning down she swept the small girl into her arms, filling the room with riotous giggles and flowing blond hair.
“What would you think of that, Belle?” she asked, holding her daughter to her and breathing in her sweet scent. This was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it?
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