Wolf in Plain Sight

by Delilah Devlin

  Her thighs and buttocks trembled with her excitement. “Max! I thought this was going to be fast.”

  “It will be,” he murmured. “Are you complaining?” His lips closed over her hooded clitoris, sucked and released.

  She released a shaky breath. “’Course not,” she grumbled. “You’d just go slower.”

  “Smart girl. Are you ready for a new adventure?” The pointed tip of his tongue dipped into her anus.

  She yelped in surprise. “What are you doing?”

  “You don’t like that?” His tongue fluttered like the wing of a butterfly.

  “That’s not the point.” She groaned. Was he trying to thoroughly embarrass her?

  “That was the point—shall I prove it to you again?”

  “Why don’t you go back to being tall, dark, and mute?”

  “So you’re saying you’re ready?”

  Was this a trick question? “Uh…yes…”

  “Finally.” His hands left her rump, and he shifted on the mattress. Then she heard his feet hitting the floor.

  “Where are you going?” she asked, rising up to glance over her shoulder.

  His back was to her as he bent to remove his boots. “I’m taking off the rest of my clothes.”

  She blushed and looked away. She’d forgotten he still wore boots and blue jeans. While she’d been naked as a newborn for the last hour, he’d been half-clothed. She buried her face again to the sound of his soft laughter.

  Then the mattress dipped, and she braced herself, her body already shivering in anticipation of his touch.

  His hands settled on her buttocks, and he silently encouraged her to come to her knees, raising her bottom higher into the air.

  Pia buried her hot face into the bedding, a little embarrassed he could see everything—including proof of her overwhelming arousal trickling down her thighs.

  Then his tongue lapped the cream seeping from her pussy. His moan vibrated against her sensitive flesh, and her trembling grew stronger. His fingers spread her folds, sliding inside once, before something broad and heavy pressed into her entrance.

  And that was only the beginning of the wonderful sensations that left her breathless with need.

  Below, his blunt, calloused fingers circled her clitoris as his cock eased deeper into her vagina. Above, fingers teased the second little orifice, circling then dipping inside.

  Pia’s body quaked on the edge of release. “Oh Max,” she moaned, as she rubbed her aching nipples on the nubby fabric of his comforter. “Deeper, please. Please, Max. Deeper!”

  “Give me the words, baby,” he said, his voice raspy as his shallow thrusts built a fire inside her.

  She had to tell him? Did he want whole paragraphs? “Damn you! This sex talk is new for me.”

  “Shall I stop?” He rotated his hips, circling his cock inside her.

  “What do you want me to say?” she asked, the words coming out in a rush.

  “Tell me what would please you—what you want to feel.”

  “That’s easy. I want your cock deeper inside me.”

  “Is that all?”

  “No,” her breath caught on a sob. “Your fingers. Fuck my ass with your fingers. Please. If you don’t mind.”

  “Mind? Ask me anything.”

  “I just did! Fuck me with your fingers!”

  “Oh baby, keep talking to me.” His strokes grew longer, reaching deeper. His fingers tunneled in and out, keeping rhythm with his hips. “Christ, you feel so good. Hot, tight. Your cunt’s soaking wet.”

  “It’s for you,” she moaned.

  His thrusts were harder now.

  “Please, just like that! Fuck me hard, Max.”

  “Can you take more?” he asked, his voice harsh, strained. “I want my balls snuggled up to your clit.”

  “Give me all of you, Max. Please, pound my pussy!”

  His chuckle sounded strained. “Pound my pussy?”

  “So, I told you I’m new to this. Just do it, buster!”

  He growled and his teeth closed on her shoulder, not piercing her skin, but hard enough to bruise. His taut belly slapped her bottom with the force of his movements. Harder, sharper, faster.

  Pia went wild, jerking her hips back to slam against his belly, taking him as deep as her vagina would allow. “Oh, that hurts so good. Damn, you’re big. I love your big cock.”

  “Wiggle on it. Just a little.”

  Pia lost control, egged on with his encouragement, slamming backward, her hips jerking.

  “Oh baby, I can’t wait.” His hand settled between her shoulder blades, and he pressed her chest down to the mattress. “I’m gonna come.” Another finger joined the two pumping in her ass. Then he hammered faster.

  “Can’t talk. Can’t breathe. Faster! Oooh!” Pia felt her orgasm rush over her like a firestorm, sucking the wind from her lungs, flashes of color bursting behind her tightly shut eyelids. “Yes, yes!” she chanted, until she could only moan as he delivered the final, powerful thrusts.

  He folded over her back, both of them raised in the middle by the hummock of pillows. He kissed her shoulder and murmured, “Pound my pussy?”

  She dug her elbow backward into his ribs. “See if I ever talk dirty again.”

  His arms closed around her, and he hugged her tightly. “Baby, I don’t mean to tease you.”

  “Don’t you?”

  “Well yeah, but not in a mean way. It was pretty funny.” He shifted over, dragging her off the pillows, but keeping the connection with her body. He settled on his side, her body spooned with his.

  With his arm as her pillow, Pia felt her eyelids dip. She’d been truly fucked and fondled to the edge of her endurance. And vamps had a lot of that—endurance. She smiled softly at the thought that Max might be her match. And he was a human…

  Just a quick nap, she thought, and then I’ll take care of business. Her mouth opened wide around a yawn. The last thing she remembered was the feel of his hands cupping her breasts, and she slept.

  *

  Max woke to find that Pia hadn’t moved an inch. She still lay inside the circle of his arms, her rump snuggled against his groin. His cock appreciated the soft pillowy mounds as it rubbed against her. He squeezed her breast, but she didn’t stir. While disappointed she didn’t wake, a primal satisfaction made him smile—he’d exhausted her.

  His hands glided over the shallow indentation of her waist and lowered to the womanly swell of her hips. She was a tiny thing, really. He wondered how she’d taken him. Not that he’d given her much choice. He’d ravaged her body, inside and out.

  Pia would have pleased him if she’d simply given him release—but she’d done so much more. The tension that had knotted his body was gone, melting beneath the rays of her warm, womanly smile, her lusty appetite, and the funny things she said. In the light of day, would she change toward him? He hoped not. He wanted her again.

  Glancing over his shoulder, he gauged the hour by the gray, morning light sifting between the blinds. Dawn was breaking.

  Deciding to close them and let her sleep a while longer, he rolled out of the bed and padded to the window.

  An indrawn hiss sounded behind him. He swung around to see something like steam rising from a stripe of skin on Pia’s shoulder where the sunlight touched her. She whimpered and reached a hand to cover her shoulder.

  He flipped the blinds closed and stood stock-still. The stripe sizzled, red and blistered.

  Fucking hell! A vamp was in his bed. Sweet Pia was a goddamn vamp bitch!

  A chill wrapped around his heart, and he slowly walked around the bed, staring.

  Deceptively innocent, her face was as soft and beautiful as an angel’s. A dark angel.

  Her eyes were closed, her breath so slow and shallow he could barely tell she breathed. She’d cried out in her sleep.

  When had she planned to take him? If he hadn’t loved her to sleep, would she have nuzzled her sweet mouth against his neck and bitten when he’d been so close to orgasm he
didn’t care? Or would she have drained him dry while her mouth closed over his cock?

  Now, she’d never get the chance.

  Although his stomach churned at the thought, he knew what he had to do. Pia’s fate had been decided the instant she’d died the first time. All he could do now was send her soul to hell along with the rest of the demons who’d made her and her kind.

  Damn her for getting under his skin.

  Bending, he dragged his duffel from beneath the bed and slid open the zipper. He dug inside until his hand closed around warm, smooth wood. He pulled the stake from the bag and straightened.

  His chest rose and fell swiftly as he fought anger and disappointment. This was his calling, what he lived to do. That the most appealing woman he’d met in a long time was one of them ate a hole in his gut.

  He reached out and gently rolled her on her back.

  She didn’t wake—not a flutter of an eyelash or a sleepy murmur.

  He climbed onto the bed and straddled her body, moving stealthily so as not to jar her awake. He’d observed enough vamps at rest to know they slept like the dead. Pia was no exception.

  And he’d make no exception for her. Careful not to note the sweet curves of her breasts, or the dimple he’d promised himself to explore, he closed his mind to her spicy scent and the feel of her butter-soft skin between his thighs. Better to get this over with quickly. He traced an X above her heart with the tip of the stake, drawing two thin lines of blood to mark the spot.

  Then holding the stake with both hands, he raised it high above his head. He drew in a deep breath. A shudder racked his naked body. Every muscle in his arms, back and shoulders shook as he fought himself. This was the right thing to do. Every demon deserved death.

  But the bloody X looked obscene against her milk-white skin. His belly clenched at the thought of looking into her startled eyes the moment she disintegrated into dust. He couldn’t do it.

  Slowly, he lowered the stake and tossed it on the mattress beside her. He’d let her find it when she awoke. If she were smart, she’d make damn sure they never crossed paths again.

  *

  A sharp rap on his kitchen door was all the warning Max got before his brother Alec swept into the room. Like a free-ranging dog, he scouted the kitchen, opening the pantry door and tipping the lid to the bread bin, before finally choosing a beer from the fridge. He popped the top, and then straddled one of the chairs next to the table backwards.

  “Make yourself at home,” Max said, more distracted than irritated. The problem lying in his bed down the hallway still claimed his attention.

  “You’re in a sour mood today.”

  Alec’s cheerful tone set Max’s teeth on edge. As usual not one hair on his blond head was out of place. His khaki slacks were pressed with a knife-edge crease, and the cuffs of his cotton shirt were buttoned.

  Max scratched his whiskered cheek and glanced down at his rumpled T-shirt and sweat pants. His brother always made him want to take a bath.

  “Kill any vamps lately?”

  Max started guiltily. “Not a one,” he murmured and took a sip of his lukewarm coffee. “Why do you ask?”

  Alec took a long draw of his brew and set the can on the table. “It explains your grumpiness.”

  “So, is this a social call?” Max’s question sounded like a snarl to his own ears.

  Alec’s brows rose. “What? I can’t just drop in and say hi to my big brother?”

  Much as he loved his brother, he wanted him gone before he nosed around the rest of the house. The urge to protect Pia rose swift and unwanted. Alec would have no qualms staking the lovely creature through the heart. Before this morning, neither would he have. “Do you need money?”

  Alec’s amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes. “I’m twenty-five, not fifteen.”

  Max stared pointedly at the beer. “But you still can’t afford your own groceries?”

  “It’s just a beer. Man, you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Alec’s green eyes narrowed. “Quentin still giving you shit?”

  Max shrugged. “We made a raid last night—it was a bust.”

  Alec snorted. “Not the first time. You’re edgy as a bear with a thorn in its paw.” At Max’s glare of warning to drop the subject, Alec grinned.

  Max wiped a hand over his face. “Someone beat us to the party.”

  “Who?” Alec asked, his brows rising. “Rogue vamp hunters?”

  Max shook his head. “Worse. Rogue werewolves.”

  “Well, fancy that.” He took another draw of his beer. “Shit’s coming out of the woodwork around here.” His gaze sharpened as he lowered the bottle. “Have you had a chance to get inside The Compound?”

  Max’s hand tightened around his coffee cup. “No. Security’s pretty tight. No civilians have been invited in.”

  “If the breeder’s pregnant, it’d explain why it’s sewed up tighter than a virgin’s panties.”

  “Could be they’re just a wary bunch of vamps,” Max replied evenly.

  “You were right the first time, brother. Why do you think we have a new dog pack in the neighborhood? Think it’s a coincidence?” Alec’s expression grew hard. “The woman, Lily, have you seen her since she arrived?”

  “Nope.”

  “But you’ve seen the other women?”

  Max nodded, knowing where this train of logic was running. “It does look damn suspicious. If she’s carrying a vamp kit—”

  Alec’s gaze narrowed even further. “If she’s breeding for a vamp, you have to take out her and the monsters she’s carrying.”

  Max felt acid burn in his gut, and he put down his coffee cup. “She’s human.”

  “She’s fucking a vamp.”

  Max felt his cheeks burn with guilt.

  “You’re the only one who can get close enough.” Alec’s gaze pinned him to his chair. “Joe’s your buddy.”

  “My friend died,” Max said, between gritted teeth. “Besides, he’d be suspicious if I suddenly wanted to hang out again. He knows what I think of his kind.”

  Alec lifted an eyebrow. “So have a change of heart.”

  Max shifted his head from side to side to loosen the tension knotting his shoulders. “I’ll try to get close enough to see whether she’s actually pregnant.”

  “Good enough.” His brother canted his head, leveling a questioning gaze. “What is it with you today? Are you going soft on the demons?”

  Max forced his features to remain relaxed. “No.”

  “Remember what they did to our mother,” Alec said softly.

  “How the hell can I forget? They left me with you to raise on my own.” He gave his brother a small, tight smile.

  “Yeah!” Alec raised his beer and swallowed the rest in one long gulp. “Hold onto that thought. By the way, can I borrow your motorcycle?”

  So that was it. Max heaved a sigh. “I thought you were just here to see your big brother.”

  “That too. Got a date tonight—can’t take her out in my Civic. She’ll think I’m a real geek.”

  “If you take the chopper, you’d better lay off the beer.”

  “Really?” Alec stood, eager to be away now that he’d gotten what he’d come for. “You’ll let me have her?”

  “Sure.” At least it would get him away from Pia. “But if you leave a single scratch on her—”

  “I know, I know.” Alec grinned and swiped the keys from a dish on the counter. “You know what your problem is?”

  Max raised an eyebrow.

  “You need to get laid, brother.”

  Max threw a glare at Alec as he walked out the door laughing, then he glanced at his watch. Only an hour before sunset. Time to get dressed for work—and time to get lost before Pia awoke.

  But first he couldn’t resist one last look.

  He walked slowly to the bedroom and pushed open the door. Pia lay on her back just as he’d left her, naked and sleeping peacefully.

  The dim light did nothing to hide the sweet cur
ves of her body. Her hair was a dark cloud—he’d remember the sight of it fanned out on his pillow for a long time. He lifted a strand and rubbed it between his fingers—fine as spider’s silk.

  Her small body was just as deceptively beautiful. His gaze lowered to the silken thatch between her legs, and he shifted his feet apart. He could still remember the feel of her inner muscles clutching his cock in rhythmic waves. Could hear her throaty cries as she’d come, luring him over the edge.

  He reached and cupped a breast—the one marked with dried blood. His thumb caressed her nipple, and it budded instantly. He drew away from the temptation of that rosy crest, and cursed silently as his body reacted to the sight.

  Damn her! Did she know what he was? Was she playing some sort of game to draw him out?

  First, a murderous pack of werewolves. Then a sweet, fanged temptation.

  Max didn’t believe in coincidences.

  Chapter Four

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  Stretching, Pia woke slowly, moaning as her sleep-fogged mind noted each delicious ache. With her eyes still closed, she slid her hand along the mattress, only to find the source of her languorous state gone. Sighing, she rolled and pressed her face into Max’s pillow.

  For a long moment, she let her mind wander back through the evening’s love play. Max’s stern mouth softened by long, carnal kisses. Strong hands kneading her breasts and buttocks. Blunt, clever fingers that brought her to the edge. And a cock that filled her to the brim.

  But the words! Sexy, nasty words that made her flinch while at the same time they incited her to orgasm. She wanted his whispers again.

  Where the devil was he?

  She opened her eyes, blinking at the fading gray light filtering behind the blinds. She listened, stretching her senses to determine whether he stirred anywhere in the house. Instead, she found she was completely alone. Only lingering traces of his tangy blood and spicy cologne remained, and no footsteps could be heard anywhere in the house.

  Her disappointment was keen. She’d hoped to feel the slide of his strong hands and snuggle next to his chest, and perhaps, enjoy a slow ride into erotic wonderland. Then an appalling thought occurred.