But as the Beta of the Silvertip Clan and the Vice-Chairman of the Silver Group, he made tantalizing gossip fodder. The tabloids were always splashing pictures of him with glamorous, leggy females hanging all over him on their front pages.
He had never minded being photographed and being gossiped about. Until now.
Now he wondered what Rachel thought about those blurry shots of him cavorting with countless models, aspiring actresses and bored heiresses looking for some action and excitement.
He was a single man then. No ties, no commitment, no one-and-only. What's a hot-blooded, virile billionaire bachelor to do when presented with a buffet spread of lusty, nubile females?
Wyatt tugged Rachel closer to him as he delved into her hot, pliant mouth. God, she was so sweet, so maddeningly responsive to his touch and kisses. She was moaning softly as he licked and kissed her, her trembling hands clinging to his shoulders for support.
He took her mouth in a deep, penetrating kiss. When the tip of her tongue met his, his entire body shuddered and he let out a groan as he grabbed her waist. Her dress was soaked with bathwater and she smelled of baby shampoo and champagne. The combination was rousing and intoxicating. It was a heady mix of both innocence and seduction, and it made him want her with a hunger so fierce and feral it almost ripped his bear out of him.
Both the bear and the man wanted to claim and own her. Now that he had her in his arms, he just knew that he could never let her go. He couldn't let this female, this beautiful, luscious, perfect woman escape from him.
He had wanted her, even before tonight.
Just her voice had sparked something in him. He had wanted to protect her and provide for her the moment he heard her voice over the phone.
Nate had discussed his honeymoon plans with his brothers and he had asked Wyatt if he would mind taking Rachel and Mikey under his wing. Nate had passed the phone to him so that he could speak with Rachel and see if she or Mikey had any special requirements or requests regarding their accommodation and diet.
Rachel had sounded rather shy over the phone. Her voice was soft and warm, and he could hear the smile in her voice. At that point, he hadn't laid eyes on her yet, but he could already imagine how she looked. He could even picture the sparkle in her eyes when she laughed.
The moment she stepped off Nate's private jet and met Wyatt's eyes, Wyatt knew that he was done for. He completely forgot to breathe. He couldn't even speak as she shook his hand politely. He didn't want to let go of her small, quivering hand. He simply held on to her and stared unblinkingly into those warm, brown eyes until his brothers elbowed him hard in the ribs.
Rachel Kyle was the most perfect woman he had ever seen.
And her little son, Mikey, was simply adorable and so awesome. Wyatt had bonded instantly with the lively, chatty six-year-old. The little boy was a bundle of energy and he took it upon himself to carry all his mother's bags. At just six years old, he saw himself as the man of the house, and he took pride in taking care of his mom. Mikey had grinned up at him and formally introduced himself.
A few knock-knock jokes later, the two of them were inseparable. Mikey had squealed with delight when he saw that he was dressed “just like Uncle Wyatt” in his tuxedo at the wedding. Uncle Nate and Uncle Jack were fun to be around, but it was clear that it was Uncle Wyatt who had a special place in his heart.
Wyatt felt an instant bond with the brave, optimistic little boy. Rachel told him that Mikey didn't cry even when he got his arm broken by Ruby's ex, that maniacal, rogue werewolf. He hadn't wanted his mother to be scared and worried for him, so he'd held back his tears even though the pain was excruciating. Even in his pain, he had comforted his mother. At the ripe old age of six, Mikey was a far better man than his biological father would ever be.
How could that loser just abandon them? Wyatt had no idea how any man could not want them. How could the bastard just throw these two precious gems away like they were yesterday's trash?
Maybe to that loser, they were just that. Rubbish to be thrown out and trampled on.
Wyatt would make sure that no one ever trampled on them again.
Mikey was amazing, simply because he had an amazing mother. Rachel was so strong and brave, and loving.
And she was so goddamn beautiful.
It had almost drive his bear wild to be so close to her the entire evening. He was Nate's best man at the wedding, and he had to be on his best behavior. And he had little Mikey hanging on to him for the better part of the day. He couldn't even get Rachel alone for just one minute. She was rushing around, helping the staff with the food and the decorations, and making sure Mikey wasn't up to some of his monkey tricks.
It was sheer, unbearable torture. He could only look at her. Look but not touch.
And when she appeared for the wedding in that soft, tempting, fuck-me dress, Wyatt had almost gone out of his mind. She looked so delectable, so feminine and so utterly fuckable in that flowing dress which emphasized all her curves. It had taken the last ounce of his self-control not to take her right there on the marble floor.
Dinner was another impossible, bone-breaking test of his restraint. She was seated directly opposite him at the dinner table, and when he stared down her plunging neckline, his eyes almost crossed. It showed off the creamy swells of her breasts to perfection and even the napkin across his lap hadn't been able to hide his throbbing, aching erection.
Wyatt had wolfed down the sumptuous dinner and drank more than his fair share of champagne, but his hunger and thirst remained unsatisfied. It had taken all his control not to lunge across the table and just grab her. He wanted her, needed her with a hunger like no other.
He was a bear in torment, a man in pain.
But now that he had her where he wanted her, in his arms and pressed against the wall, Wyatt realized that his torment was just beginning. Kissing her, touching her, holding her was the most achingly exquisite pleasure and torture. He wanted to just plunge into her, bury himself deep inside her body and take her, hard and fast. He wanted to fuck her like an animal, like a man possessed. He had never felt such urgent, desperate lust for a woman before.
Wyatt forced himself to go slow with her, or at least as slow as he could manage. Rachel was human. She wasn't a shifter, and she was so soft and tiny compared to him. He just knew that she would feel amazing, but he wanted it to be amazing for her as well. He wanted to pleasure her, not maul her.
Pushing her against the wall, Wyatt moved his hands down her hips, feeling the wet fabric of her dress cling to her skin. She shivered as he stroked her lower lip with his tongue, coaxing her mouth open. With a small gasp, her lips parted for him and he groaned as he deepened the kiss.
She was intoxicating. He grabbed her wrists and pressed her hands on either side of her head against the wall. He needed to take more, and he wanted her to give him more. Her taste was exquisite and erotic. She tasted of champagne and chocolate, and sex. Mind-blowing, headboard shattering sex.
“Rachel,” he moaned her name as he kissed down her neck. She was breathing hard as he licked down her collar bone and bit at the cup of her strapless bra. When he eased his tongue into her bra to taste her nipple, her back arched off the wall and the heady, musky smell of her arousal made him grip her tighter. He took one of her heaving breasts in his huge hand and kneaded it as he licked and teased her nipple with his tongue.
God, he needed to take her, feel her writhe and come beneath him. He wanted to make her his completely.
Hitching her dress up to her waist, he pushed her panties to the side and fingered her as he stared deeply into her eyes. She was blinking repeatedly, her breath catching as he stroked the hot, wet folds of her pussy. Holding her gaze, he slipped one finger into her and inhaled sharply. He rubbed her clit with his thumb and she let out a cry. He could feel her quivering and pulsing around him, and his eyes blazed when he realized that she had just come for him. He continued thumbing her sensitive, swollen clit as he slid his hand under her knee and dra
gged her leg up to the side of his hip. When she came again, he crushed his mouth to hers to muffle her scream. She gasped and whimpered into his mouth as her body shuddered uncontrollably.
“I need to fuck you, Rachel,” he grated into her ear. “I want to make you come for me again and again, and I want to hear you scream my name. I want you, Rachel. I want you to be...mine.”
With a growl, he ground his throbbing cock against her pussy, and she thrashed her head from side to side. He bent down to suckle her, sucking hard on her hard, dark nipples and torturing them mercilessly with his tongue. “Wyatt...” she whispered, clinging weakly to his shoulders. “Oh, please...”
“Tell me what you want, Rachel,” he snarled, biting down her neck. “Do you want me? Do you want me to fuck you now?”
She swallowed and released a shuddering breath. “Yes,” she rasped. “Yes!”
Wyatt crushed his mouth to her and kissed her hungrily, ravenously as he swung her into his arms and walked to his bedroom. He kept kissing her, unable to get enough of her. His lips were still on her when he pushed into his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them.
Lowering her onto his bed, he grabbed her dress and ripped it apart. He tore her bra and panties away with his teeth, and growled as she lay panting on his bed.
The sight of her completely naked before him ignited a scorching, unrelenting hunger in him. He'd never wanted a woman so much. With a fierce, feral growl, he lunged at her, grabbing her and devouring those heavy, luscious breasts. His teeth clamped down on her erect nipple, biting and nibbling at the pebbled nub as his hands stroked down her hips and thighs. Her body was so right, so ripe and perfect.
Her fingers raked through his hair as he spread her legs and lapped greedily at her juices. She raised her knees, offering up her pink pussy to him. Wyatt cupped the fleshy globes of her buttocks in his hands as he slurped and took everything she was offering. She was giving her body to him to pleasure, and he would take his time with her. He would take her completely, all night, every night.
The thought made Wyatt's eyes snap wide open.
He wanted this woman every single night in his bed.
He had never wanted any female more than once. Once he was done with a woman, he was done. Bedded, done and dusted. Sex was fun, but the fun was in the novelty. It could be the most appetizing, exotic dish on the menu, but once he'd sampled it, it simply lost its appeal and he would move on to the next new thing.
And the next new thing always came looking for him. He didn't even have to make the effort.
So why was he craving this woman, yearning for her and wanting her every single night? His lust and hunger for her seemed to be insatiable, and the thought of letting her go and letting her walk to her next new thing was—simply unbearable.
There would be no other male for her.
She was his, every inch of her sweet, curvy, addictive body was his.
Wyatt inhaled deeply as he pierced Rachel with his stiffened tongue. It felt so good to taste her, to smell her and kiss her so intimately. Her body was so responsive, so sensitive to his touch. Wyatt wanted to bury himself in her moist, hot depths and take her hard and fast, make her scream his name, fuck her till she was so sore she would feel him with every move she made the next day. But first, he would lick and suck up every drop of her feminine juices. He would savor her slowly, enjoy her and pleasure her. She was his female, his...mate.
Wyatt thrust his tongue forcefully and possessively into her body at the realization. Her climax was sudden and powerful. Wyatt swallowed her honey as she squirted her juices onto his tongue. Unable to take anymore, Rachel tried to push him away when he laved furiously at her quivering pussy lips.
“I...I c-can't...” she panted, her eyelids fluttering.
Wyatt smirked and kissed up her stomach. Tenderly, he pressed his mouth to hers, letting her taste herself on his lips. No wonder his bear was in such a state of heightened arousal. The bear had recognized its mate and was clawing and clamoring to claim her. While Wyatt had been fighting his raging desire and hunger for her, his bear had been growing increasingly impatient and frustrated. But now that she was here, naked and quivering in his bed, there was only one thing to do. He would claim his mate tonight.
Wyatt jerked when he felt her hands at his belt. He looked down to see Rachel kneeling on the mattress, frowning as she tugged at his zipper. While she was completely naked, he was still fully dressed, and she seemed to find the clothes on his body highly offensive.
His obvious erection was tenting the front of his pants, and there was a triumphant, sly smile on her face as she yanked his pants down to free his cock.
She gasped when his thick, hard cock sprang free. With wide, round eyes, she touched the head of his impressive cock and smeared the drop of pre-cum down the length of his throbbing shaft with her fingers.
Wyatt had to close his eyes at her tentative, feathery touch. He wanted to thrust into her hand, have her hold him and control him.
He wanted her to take him, own him, take her pleasure from him. He wanted to give her everything. For the first time in his life, Wyatt wanted to belong to someone. He wanted to belong to this beautiful, amazing woman.
“Rachel...” he whispered, clenching his fists at his sides. “If you keep touching me like this, I...won't be responsible for what happens.”
“Oh?” She arched her brow and ran a finger up the ridged plane of his abdomen. “What is going to happen?” she asked huskily. “What are you going to do to me, Wyatt?”
Her seductive purr, her scent, her playful, innocent look snapped the last mental and physical restraints that Wyatt used to lash down his bear and his lust.
A roar sounded and he knew that his eyes were now glowing with a primal, predatory gleam.
He had to have her now.
There was no going back.
And there was no going slow.
In the next breath, he had grabbed her and flung her on her back.
“Wyatt...” she panted, blinking rapidly. There was no fear in her brown eyes as she stared up at him. Her skin was flushed and he scented the sudden gush of moisture between her legs. She was highly aroused, and just as hungry for him.
“I'm going to fuck you, Rachel,” he gritted out as he loomed over her. “And I'm going to make you mine!”
CHAPTER FIVE
The instant Rachel was on her back she felt Wyatt's hot, hard body pressing down on her. She spread her legs instinctively for him, cradling his broad, muscular body between her thighs.
His raw, animal desire for her excited her. No male had ever stared at her with such pure, unadulterated hunger and want. His passion, his heat, his masculine power made her feel so utterly and completely female. She felt small, but not weak in his arms. On the contrary, his undisguised, honest desire for her gave her a sense of power and control. It was a good feeling, a very potent, exhilarating feeling.
Wyatt's mouth was all over her, biting and licking down every inch of her shivering body. His large hands held her possessively, touching and fondling with his long, skilful fingers. His touch was electrifying. No doubt countless females had left his bed utterly sated and satisfied.
Rachel scowled as she dug her nails hard into his back. Where had that thought come from? She hated that thought, the thought that he'd bedded and pleasured so many other females. What was she to him? Was she just another conquest to him, another notch on his bedpost?
A fist wrapped around her heart and squeezed. But even as she pushed those petty, jealous thoughts out of her head, she couldn't help spreading her legs wider to accommodate him.
She could feel the velvety head of his cock nudge into her opening. Wyatt was going to fuck her. And she wanted him to. She wanted him to take her, make her his. But she didn't want to be just another conquest to him. She wanted Wyatt. She closed her eyes painfully as she felt him inch into her. She wanted to have him completely.
Wyatt tensed and stroked her face. “Rachel,” he said hoarsely. �
�Look at me.”
With a shaky breath, she opened her eyes and blinked up at him. He held her gaze and looked deeply into her eyes, her soul, as he slid into her body.
She gasped at the incredible feeling of having him fully inside her. They were connected bodily, emotionally, and she could feel his heart thudding powerfully against hers.
“You feel amazing,” he whispered, moving slowly in and out of her. His strokes were careful, gentle and he was looking at her with so much wonder and love it made her breath catch.
He was incredibly handsome, with his chiseled features, silky blond hair and intelligent blue eyes. He could have any woman he wanted. Yet at this moment, it seemed that all he wanted was her. A scarred, struggling single mom who usually didn't wear a smudge of makeup and was always rushing around with a harried, frazzled look.
If she wasn't careful, Wyatt could break her heart into a million little pieces. She couldn't afford to have a broken heart. She had to be sane and strong and stable, for Mikey's sake. She had to guard her heart. She would spend one night in his bed, and leave with her heart intact.
With a billionaire playboy like Wyatt Lawson, what's a girl to do?
Rachel let out a slow sigh as Wyatt moved with steady, even strokes. He felt so good, so perfect in her arms, in her body. It was almost like they were made for each other.
Rachel wrapped her legs around his waist as he took her harder. She could see the veins throbbing at the side of his neck as he struggled for control. Touching his handsome face, she clenched her muscles around him to pull him deeper into her. For tonight, Wyatt Lawson was hers. She would make him shatter inside her, feel his burning heat in every fiber of her body and make sure he remembered her. He might have a different woman in his bed by the next week, but she would make sure she left her mark on him.
Rachel raked her nails down Wyatt's undulating back as she raised her hips to him. Wyatt grunted as she dug her nails deeper into his flesh but he didn't stop thrusting into her. He continued pounding her wet, tight pussy, his teeth bared as his eyes blazed with untamed, primal lust. She could almost see the bear in him, and the knowledge that she was being taken by both the man and his bear exhilarated her. It was wild, animalistic, raw. And it felt so good.
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