The Predator [2]

by Brooke May

  Fiona turns to me, searching my eyes, and I nod firmly.

  I want this more than my next breath.

  “I do.” Fiona tilts her head up with pride, smiling with the same pride at me. Her hands shake as she gently places my hand into Chamberlain’s calloused waiting one. “Be good to her.” She winks and moves to sit with my aunts.

  “Hi,” I mouth and bite my bottom lip to keep the tears reined in.

  “Hey,” he mouths back after pulling me under the pavilion with him and the lady officiating our wedding. “You look …” He shakes his head like he can’t find the right words to use. “Mine.” His eyes flash.

  The officiant starts and ends in what feels like a matter of seconds. Soft instrumental music plays in the background while we take our vows to love, honor, and cherish each other for the rest of our lives. Never once do we break eye contact, and we only briefly let go of one another to grab our rings to place on each other’s finger. And before I know it, she is announcing, “You may kiss your bride.”

  Discreetly, she takes a step back as Chamberlain’s arms circle around me. One presses my lower body to his while the other one winds under my hair to grab the base of my neck and hold me to him.

  I feel his breath on my face before his lips brush against mine lightly and then he leans into me even more, taking my mouth in a dominatingly, powerful, love-infused kiss. He growls when his tongue slips into my mouth, pulling me up his body by my butt where I feel his length steadily grow thicker and harder.

  The sound of clapping comes musically to my ears and the moment because unique when Scott adds his throw on things. “Save it for the bedroom, beast!”

  We separate and share the same look at one another, complete admiration. “Why does Daddy need the bedroom to kiss Mommy?” All eyes shoot accusingly at Scott. “Oh!” Chamberlain and I look down at Marissa who stands between us. “Mommy’s booty and Daddy’s the beast!” She squeals. “I am a princess!” She dances around us and goes over to all her aunts to tell them.

  “And her mom is the queen of my heart.” Chamberlain pulls me back to his body and places a scorching kiss on my lips again. “Officially mine, Mrs. Lawrence.”

  “I always was, in here.” I lay a hand over my heart. “Now, it is so on paper as well.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Katie

  THE SECRET ARMOR under my dress feels like it is burning a hole through it during our little reception at our hotel villa. Fiona worked her tail off with the help of Karmin to make all of my and Chamberlain’s favorite foods. Beth and Scott both gave embarrassing toasts as maid of honor and best man while Marissa gave a very heartfelt one.

  I thought we would just be going to our room after the reception, but Chamberlain surprised me again by lifting me into his arms. He carried me out of our villa and down to the elevator that takes us three floors down to where a honeymoon suite waits for us.

  As the elevator doors close, I lean into Chamberlain’s side since he hasn’t set me down yet. “I plan to make you scream my name a few times tonight,” he whispers seductively into my ear. “My championship just got a whole new meaning for me.”

  My nipples pebble against the hard material of my corset, my breathing picks up, and now, I am even more anxious to get to our new room. Never once does he place me on the ground when he exits the elevator and opens the door to our temporary suite.

  Virginal nervousness coils in the pit of my stomach just like the first time we made love. But this time, I’m nervous for completely different reasons—well, reason. I’m completely different now. This time, I am not leaving some gala where my parents made me mad.

  Chamberlain sets me on my feet and walks into the darkened room to illuminate it.

  What if I don’t feel right to him?

  What if it hurts now?

  “Quit overthinking everything.” My body is coiled so tightly that I nearly snap when Chamberlain’s hand comes around and spans my stomach. He starts to sway side to side, taking my body with his to the beat of “Say You Love Me” by Jessie Ware. I’m spun to face him, his left hand taking my right, wrapping it in his warmth, and his right staying fixed on my side while my left rests on his chest. “I realized we didn’t dance as husband and wife upstairs.” I’m pulled closer; he never breaks his rhythm.

  My nerves melt away, and I let myself enjoy the feel of being in his arms. “Thank you.” I rub my nose against the column of his neck, catching the heady mixture of his soap and sweat.

  “You’re welcome, baby.” He kisses my temple, spins me out, and then brings me back to his arms again. “You are a vision, Katie.” I blush and look away when his eyes become too intense. “I mean it.” He pulls my face back to him with a grab of my chin. “Absolutely. Breathtaking.” He looks back and forth in my eyes.

  “I love you.” I step away from him and give him my back. I’m ready for the next part of our nuptials. “Could you help me out of my dress, please?” I pull my hair over one shoulder and look up at him with what I’m hoping are seductive eyes.

  “With pleasure.” His voice is purposeful, sinful, and full of promise just being above a whisper. His hands glide up my bare arms, leaving a wake of goose bumps from the faint touch. I exhale slowly out of my mouth as he gently pulls the zipper down the length of my back while he places featherlight kisses on my exposed shoulder.

  “So soft,” he rasps. His free hand stays on my other shoulder, slowly rubbing the pad of his thumb across my skin. “You smell like heaven.” He places another kiss at the base of my neck this time, a sensitive spot for me. I shudder, my eyes slowly closing as I let my head tilt away from him to grant better access.

  “Ho-ly ...” Chamberlain grunts from behind me when he finally gets the full impact of the back of my attire under my dress. Looking over my shoulder, I have never felt more empowered than I do right now with the look he is giving me. “There goes my plans of being gentle.” He assesses my body with hungry eyes. When I turn to face him, my dress falls the rest of the way off as I shoulder out of the strap, and I watch as his knees buckle.

  “I don’t want gentler Chamberlain.” I shake my head as I step out of my dress, my hair bouncing around me, my heels still on, and I walk up to him, grabbing the bowtie under his chin. “I want my beast,” I tease, seductively flicking my tongue against his chin.

  My fingers fly to make quit work of his bow and let it fall to the floor with my dress before pushing his jacket off. When it falls to the ground, I start on his clean, tight pressed white shirt.

  His eyes stay focused on my face while his hands stay fisted at his side. My bottom lip runs up and over the tip of his nose before I kiss between his eyes. “Touch me.” I’ve never felt more attractive, more beautiful, more everything than how I feel and what I feel when I’m with him. With a sultry look, I purposely brush my chest against his half bare one, causing that spark of passion to hit me again. My nipples tighten and ache for him as they rub against my corset in just the right way to make me very hungry.

  I falter when his hands take my hips and pull my lower body against his. “Hurry,” he growls but doesn’t make another move to rush me, to rush this. I want to savor this, but at the same time, I want him to consume me, to rip my outfit away, throw me against something, and take me hard and fast. I finish the last button to have the shirt under my hands disappear and watch as Chamberlain pulls it off and throws it behind me, joining the growing pile of clothing.

  I reach for him, pulling him to me and kissing him with a fierceness he has never seen in me. It is carnal, animalistic, and powerfully possessed. I need this to help me compose what I’m about to do. Roughly, I rip away from him and push him backward until the backs of his legs touch the bed. “Don’t sit yet,” I tell him between the kisses I rain on his neck and down his powerful chest, kissing both my name and Marissa’s before continuing my way down.

  My tongue comes out and trails over the sharp contours of his abdominals until I come to the waist of his dress slacks and
belt. On my knees, I look up at him while undoing his belt and slacks. His heavy eyes widen a fraction when it occurs to him what I’m about to do. “Katie, baby, you don’t—”

  “Shh.” I stop him. “I want to.” Licking my lips, I focus on the task at hand, almost in my hand. I push his slacks and boxer briefs down in one slow motion. He hasn’t changed a bit here. He is still powerful and intimidating looking as it was the first time when I helped undress him for bed. I should have put more thought into this. My mouth certainly isn’t big enough …

  “You’ll do fine,” Chamberlain reassures me. With wide, inexperienced eyes, I look up at him as my tongue takes the first swipe from the underside of him over the head to the top. “Ffffuuuccckkk.” He groans, rolling his head back. “Don’t stop,” he pleads. “Use your hands.” Chamberlain’s tongue darts out to wet his lips as he looks back down at me.

  Not breaking eye contact, my right hand wraps around his velvety steel base, stroking it as I run my tongue around the rim of his head, tasting the salty flavor of his skin and the pre-cum dripping out of him. Experimentally, I put my mouth on his head and suck.

  His hips shoot up and drop again when he hisses and cups my cheek with one of his hands. I take him deeper, reaching the back of my tongue where my gag reflex prevents me from going any farther. I pull back and push in again only to have the same thing happen.

  Use your hands.

  When I push him back into my mouth, one of my hands wraps around him the best I can, and I start a rhythm. As I push him into my mouth, my circled hand pulls to meet my lips and backs up when my mouth retreats. This feels right and even more arousing than I thought possible.

  My wet panties catch a draft of air that sends chills through me, and a moan erupts around Chamberlain’s shaft. “Shit …” He breathes. “That feels so good.” I raise my free hand, cupping his balls, making him nearly jump away from me when I start to knead and lightly roll them.

  “Ka-Katie st-stop,” he stutters, pulling away from me, but not to the point that he is going to collapse on the bed. I can’t stop myself; I never realized how pleasurable this was. With every pass, I can feel my own pleasure and climax ebbing closer. “Katie.” He growls my name, but it does nothing to hinder me.

  A primal sound erupts from him as he withdraws from me, and in the same motion, he lifts me from my waist. My legs instinctually wrap around his waist as my back finds a nearby wall. I gasp into his shoulder as he forces me tight against the wall, his fingers digging into my bottom while he grinds his erection against my drenched center. The only barrier between us is the tiny triangle of my panties.

  “You. Look. Like. Sin.” Chamberlain grunts, working the front clips of my corset in rapid succession. “But I need you naked.” His eyes wander all over my chest as he exposes more and more of it. He looks like a madman, a starved man.

  “Yes.” I let out a breath once the corset opens completely. I loved how sexy I felt in it, but I really like being able to breathe. My breath is stolen once more when he takes one of my tight nipples into his hot mouth. His pouty lips around the areola while his teeth lightly bite down and he sucks my nipple in further.

  I want to move my fingers into his hair, but they have a mind of their own and want to stay firmly pressed into his strong shoulders. He releases my nipple with a loud, wet pop and devours the other just as quickly and just as hungrily.

  Arching my lower body off the wall and making tiny, sharp circles with my hips, I try to ease the tension mounting between my legs. “Chamberlain,” I plead with him. With me secure against the wall, he slides his fingers down my now exposed sides until he reaches my panties. Hooking his fingers on either side of them, I plead more. I don’t want to lose this connection with him. “Rip them.” I lick my lips; my eyes feel like they are glowing as I stare at him coming undone with me.

  He pulls away from my nipple, and I whimper from the loss. His hooded eyes meet mine. “Please.” I wriggle against him. “I need …” I bite my lip and continue to grind against him, loving the feeling of his erection against me.

  The fabric pops twice from his strong grip as he rips my panties away. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” He groans, looking down my body to where I am now starting to coat him.

  His eyes shoot back up to mine, and a wicked grin plays across his face. “No condoms.” One of his hands goes back to my bottom, kneading it, while his other slides down between us, separating my folds to deliciously tease my throbbing clit. He kisses my neck up to my ear where he bites my lobe and slowly thrusts himself against me.

  “Chamberlain, please.”

  “You want me, baby?”

  “Yes.” I thrust my chest forward and rock against him. “Please.”

  Teasingly, he pushes the head of his enlarged penis into me but withdraws. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, Chamberlain!” I cry out. He pushes into me again, and I writhe between his hard body and the wall as he stretches me to fit him once again.

  Oh, my God, how I have missed this connection, this feeling of complete euphoria that he has only and will ever bring me.

  “So tight.” His head falls back with his eyes squeezed together. When he is fully sheathed, he looks back at me. “Okay?”

  “Perfect.” I smile, taking a deep breath while feeling his heated chest rub against my sensitive nipples. I lean into one of his hands that now cups my face, and he kisses me sweetly while pulling almost all the way out of me.

  “I don’t think I can be gentle, Katie.”

  I shake my head. “Don’t be.” He thrusts quickly back in and then out all over again. Over and over, my back slams against the wall as well as my head on a couple of occasions. Chamberlain’s hot breath against my neck adds to my rising temperature. My fingers dig into his shoulder blades, trying to grab something to hold.

  I can’t speak, say his name, anything. Only low moans, purrs, and whimpers come from my mouth whenever it opens. Chamberlain’s groans mix with mine and grow louder every time I tighten my grip around him as he starts to pull out. His thumb rubs, presses, and tortures my clit, pushing harder against it with every one of his thrusts at breakneck speed.

  My climax builds; a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time soon causes my walls to clench around Chamberlain so tightly that he can barely move at the same time I scream his name toward the heavens. I’m barely aware of Chamberlain’s harsh movements until he is growling my name while raining kisses on me.

  My arms hang almost lifelessly off his shoulders as he pries me off the wall and steadily carries me over to the bed covered in the softest bedding I’ve ever had against my skin. My legs stay locked around his waist, shaking uncontrollably.

  Smiling down at me, Chamberlain gently unlocks my legs and lays them on the bed all while kissing all over my face. “Be right back.” He disappears from my line of vision, one where I am staring mindlessly up at the ceiling.

  That was incredible, unbelievably wonderful.

  Vaguely, I hear water running, and then Chamberlain comes back for me. “Bathtime, Mrs. Lawrence.” He picks me up and carries me to the luxurious bathroom, sets me on the counter while he finishes with the water, and returns to help me get into the divine water.

  When I’m settled in, he crawls in behind me. I come back to myself and giggle when he pulls my back to him to start leisurely rubbing my body down with a washcloth. “What’s so funny?” He kisses the expanse of my neck.

  “You in a tub.” I rub my cheek against my shoulder.

  “So?” He pushes me just enough to gain access to my back. “I’ll have you know that I have a garden tub at our home in Boston,” he proudly states.

  “And how many times have you used it?”

  “Never.”

  “Point taken. You’re a shower guy.”

  “I don’t mind a bath every now and then as long as you are in it.” He finishes washing me and pulls me back to rest on him.

  “Okay, I can handle that,” I tease. I turn my head to rub my cheek on hi
s chest while his hands rub up and down my arms. “Did it feel different?”

  “Did what?” He stops moving.

  “Me?” My voice is small and nervous. “After having Marissa … I thought everything would be different down there.”

  Chamberlain squeezes me. “You’re still a perfect fit for me, Katie.” I lie contently against him in the warm bath water and slowly start to heat within once more when he starts to grow hard against my back. His fingers capture my nipples, and I roll my head against his chest, arching my back up to lift my chest for him. “I told you we wouldn’t get much sleep tonight.” He playfully tugs on my ear with his teeth, emitting a sharp intake of breath from me.

  The water sloshes around us as I turn around and straddle myself on his lap. Chamberlain’s expression is one of appreciation as his hands glide up my body. When his eyes return to mine, I’m enchanted. “Chamberlain,” I mewl his name when he recaptures my nipples. I tilt my head to the side, letting my damp hair fall to the side, brushing against my sensitive heated flesh.

  “Are you on birth control?” I nod, and a look of discontentment crosses his face before he quickly masks it.

  “I got a five-year IUD when my periods became excruciatingly painful after I had Marissa.” I cup his face and plant kisses on his stubble-covered face.

  “But you haven’t been with anyone?”

  “How could you ask that?” I fall back to sit on his knees. “No one, Chamberlain. No one has touched me since you last did.”

  His mouth pulls at the corner with a wolfish grin, flashing me a peek of his teeth before he pulls me back to him and consumes me. He swallows my moans and moves to my ear; growling, he licks the shell. “First thing you do when we get home is call a doctor and have it removed.”

  My head lolls back with the aid of his hand wrapping in my hair, pulling roughly to expose my neck for his onslaught of hunger. “Yes.” I sigh.

  “Good.” I’m pulled to him again, trapping his steel erection between the two of us, in just the right spot where I can rock myself against him, igniting me. His leg lifts to add more pressure, and he never breaks lip contact with my skin until he reaches my chest.