Feral Craving (28 page)

Instead of talking, instead of joining
her, he walked across the grass, down toward the lake, and the erection he
sported strained against his jeans. Bari fought off the need to adjust and
instead focused on the pain his zipper created. He needed to keep his original
promise to himself. As he met the water’s edge, he sat on a fallen log and
watched as Mackenzie swam, making smooth ripples in the water as she moved. She
made the view even better than he had ever seen.

“I’ve never known you to be so scared of
one little female, Bari.”

“Who says I’m scared, Mac?”

Mackenzie simply lifted one delicate
brow.

Bari sighed. “I’m trying to do the right
thing, Mac.”

“I think that’s bullshit, Bari. I think
you’re scared, more scared than you want to admit. I know you want me. I can
see it in your eyes, see it in your body’s reaction, remember it from the
cabin.”

Mackenzie’s eyes ran over the length of
Bari as he stood. She swallowed audibly, as her eyes came to rest at his groin.

“Damn it, Angel, stop looking at me like
that.”

“Like what?” She sounded breathless.

“Like you want to eat me alive! You’re
fucking killing me here.” His hands itched to touch her, his body warming under
the cool night’s air, straining and calling out to the one female he had ever
wanted, the one who could bring him pleasure and peace all at once.

“Come to me, Bari. Please…”

Her statement caused his erection to
pulse, a not so subtle reminder of just where it was and where it wanted to be.
Her gaze rolled over his body, felt as if it were her hands. Each muscle, each
limb jumped as it was touched.

“Angel, you are going to want to stop
looking at me like that…” Dear gods, he felt the pull, felt the draw of her and
was helpless to stop it. The beast inside of him urged him on, was like a
little devil sitting on his shoulder.

Mackenzie tempted fire with gasoline, and
he intended to show her what kind of inferno she ignited.

Fuck it.

His hands went down to the bottom of his
shirt and yanked up, pulling the material over his head as he toed off his
boots at the same time. Stepping out of them, his hands went to his jeans, and
he unbuttoned them, his gaze still locked on Mackenzie before he pushed the
material from his hips and stepped out. He had never been a fan of boxers so he
saw her freeze, take her fill of him, as he stood there, the moonlight
reflecting off his naked body for a few moments before he stalked toward her.
His stride ate up the last remaining feet to the water before he dove in.

Immediately, the water caressed along his
body like a silken tie, the liquid running the length of him. He came up
directly in front of her and pulled her sweet … gorgeous as sin body into his
arms. Lord help him, but he couldn’t turn away from her, not even if he tried.

Groaning, her smooth skin brushed against
him, the whisper bringing promises. It was such a sweet pleasure that he closed
his eyes briefly and let the skin on skin contact sink in. He wanted to savor
her, wanted to take his damn time getting to know her body again, to touch and
taste every inch.

Bari set his hands on her hips and
kneaded the skin he found before moving down to cup her round, perfect ass,
then pulled her close to his body. His cock was right there, the length pulsing
wild between them. His eyes rolled back in his head as his length rolled
between the lips of her sex.

“Christ … Angel.”

Bari ground his teeth and turned with her
in his arms, quickly striding back to the shore. Once they reached it, he
didn’t get far as when he started to step out of the water, her limbs tightened
around him and the jolt of pleasure that followed had him falling to his knees
before he landed on top of her. Their bodies were half in the water, half out.
All reasonable thoughts left his mind as she started to rub her body against
his. He caught his weight with his hands, moved them up to tangle in her hair
as his mouth came down in a bruising kiss against her lips.

The muscles on his back rippled as he
fought for control, the minx below him moving in the way only a seductress
would. Her hands roamed everywhere, stroking each piece of his skin, and damn
if he didn’t want to be surrounded by her. He broke his mouth from hers
with a curse and nipped sharply at her jaw, his lips soothing away the bite
with a rasp of his tongue.

“Christ, Angel … you’re testing my
control…”

“Stop holding back, Bari.” Her voice
sounded as frustrated as his body felt.

He growled and trailed his hand down the
length of her, dropping his lips to her collarbone. He took open mouth kisses,
sampling every bit of skin he could. Mackenzie tasted better than he dreamt of,
even better than years ago; a sweet taste of apples and vanilla, home wrapped
up into one tempting, tiny, curvy package.

His hand pushed at the small of her back,
arching her body up. He lifted his head and looked down at his display,
drinking in the sight. Her perfect breasts pushed out, the light from the moon
shining down on them, the tight buds of her nipples matching the color of her
lips. She rolled her body beneath him, and he groaned, gritting his jaw
together in order to keep from thrusting into her. He enjoyed his view, wanted
to take his time. Twin peaks, perfectly formed, with the deepest shade of rose
called out to him, and he couldn’t wait a minute more. Bari dipped his head and
drew one nipple into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, the tug
drawing the hardened peak deep.

He rolled his hips against her, felt her
strain to pull him inside and almost smiled against the skin of her breast.
There would be time for that soon, and he didn’t want to rush this. He wanted
to savor Mackenzie. Her heat surrounded his length, and his entire body racked
with a shudder so intense the ground shook. Or was that him?

Good gods, what she did with her hands,
the feel of her silkened sex coated with the evidence of her arousal
had his control snapping like a twig under a horse’s hoof. He hadn’t
planned on this, hadn’t set on seducing her, and had only wanted to get Mac out
and enjoy some peace with her. She was making him forget his good intentions
and focus on who she was, what she did to him, and what they brought each
other. He shifted, and his hand moved down her body and palmed her sex. Heat
poured from her in waves as her body arched into his touch.

“Damn it, Angel…” His voice sounded so
damn rough as his mouth covered hers again, refusing to get enough. His hand
moved as his thumb found her sweet bundle of nerves, rolling it against his
touch. He buried his fingers deep inside, felt her walls clench around them.
His mouth plundered hers, ravished with a kiss that mimicked what he was going
to do to her body.

He didn’t want to hurt her, wanted to
make sure she was ready. Mewing sounds rose from her mouth, and her juices
flowed over his hand as her frenzy built. He removed his hand from inside of
her and set his palm over hers, drawing her hand down with his between their
bodies. Without needing any coaxing she wrapped her hand around his erection,
and his jaw snapped together.

“Bloody hell, Mac.” He wrapped his hand
around hers and let them both guide the head of him to her entrance. He angled
his cock and drove the kiss deeper, pressing his hips forward until he seated
himself inside of her hot, tight walls with one thrust. Immediately, he was
encompassed in heaven and hell, as warmth, pleasure, and agony gripped his
entire body.

Bari’s head fell back as she threatened
to undo him with her body; damn, the feel of her walls wrapping tightly around
his cock like a hot, wet cavern, squeezed and pulled him deeper inside. She
moved beneath him, undulating with sexual prowess. Bari dropped his head to
Mackenzie’s neck, and his lips skimmed along the sweet and tender flesh before
his mouth set next to her ear. His voice, when he spoke, sounded like broken
glass and crushed rocks—harsh, filled with both hunger and an urgency he never
knew before.

“Christ, Angel … you feel so good.” He
reached down and cupped the round globes of her ass and lifted her hips,
sliding deeper. He made sure and long strokes in and out of her. Her walls
gripped him as he pulled out, as if she were trying to pull him back in. He
groaned, and the sound mixed with hers. The night around them washed out of his
head until all he knew was this female beneath him, the innocent minx who gave
him another precious night to remember. Her touch seared him to his soul.
Intense pleasure sang through his body. He lifted up, drawing her with him, sat
back on his haunches and demanded she take every long thrust. He took her in,
watching pleasured expressions cross over her face. His gaze lowered down to
where their bodies connected, watching as every bit of his length disappeared
inside of her.

His balls drew up as his impending
release threatened. He wouldn’t go before her, he couldn’t. He focused on
drawing her over the ledge first, mashed his teeth together to stave off his
release. He dropped one hand down, set his fingers over her bundle of nerves
and stroked it relentlessly.

You’re
pathetic, dude; you need to wait it out. Come on, one plus one equals two. Two
plus two equals four…

She flexed around him, her walls gripping
him tighter. Her expression spoke of the most pleasurable pain. She held it for
seconds before her body erupted, her mouth opening, a cry piercing the air. Her
voice, her sweet release had him surrendering.

You are so
fucked, dude.

He followed Mackenzie a heartbeat later.
Her tight walls milked him, pulled at him so damn tight that his eyes rolled
back. His orgasm slammed into him with such a force that he swore he’d never
bounce back. He glanced up and watched Mackenzie’s face, watched the story
unfold across it, the wonder, the pleasure, and he enjoyed every moment of
knowing he put it there. Something from deep inside raised its head and roared
with a primal need, wanting to take her over and over, marking her as his.

Her breasts stood as offerings, and he
leaned forward to lap gently at one rosebud. His mouth skimmed the peak before
turning and giving the same attention to the other. He moved, letting his
cheeks and lips run along her skin. He wanted more.

So fucked…

Bari lavished Mackenzie’s body with
attention. He had never felt this kind of contentment in a female’s arms; no
other but Mackenzie.

You are
majorly fucked, Bari. What are you going to do now?

He didn’t know, didn’t want to think
about it, and wanted to get lost in the moment. It felt as if the entire world
dropped away, as if it were only the two of them. In the back of his mind he
comprehended reality would come crashing back down sooner rather than later and
there would be some major consequences for him losing control with her. She was
a temptation, a drug, and a sweet treat he couldn’t turn away from, one he had
to indulge.

Bari groaned and cursed beneath his
breath as his cock twitched inside of her. Yeah, he wanted her again, damn near
felt as though he wanted to get lost in her for hours. But taking her here
again, taking her when he understood he couldn’t give her any promises for a
future? He didn’t even know his own future. He had tried to keep himself from
getting mixed up with her, tried to keep from giving in to the temptation. This
was exactly what he hadn’t wanted to do. He was leading her on just by being here
with her. Goddamnit.

He went to push himself off of her, knew
he should pull away, but Mackenzie had other ideas. Her hips rotated, and he
lost all thoughts as pleasure washed over him.

“Mackenzie,” he groaned, almost pleaded.

“Again, Bari.” She trailed her lips along
his neck.

Bari bit out a curse and leaned back, his
legs sliding from under his body, and sat Mackenzie on top of him. He brought
his hands down to her hips and paused as she rose like a goddess in the silver
moon’s light. Her hair looked wild, her lips swollen, eyes full of desire, and
her skin sparkling with each movement. Her breasts bounced, swayed with
sensuality and yeah, he planned on showing her just how long he wanted to stay
right where he was. Damned be the consequences.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Bari’s mood swirled dark and stormy. He
leaned over the sink, the muscles and veins on his arms bunching and moving
under the weight as he sought for control. He breathed air in deep, focused his
concentration on his lungs filling, and then pushed it out slowly, feigning
control. It didn’t help. Bari felt
him
,
the one who resided in his body. For a while he actually thought he dreamt him
up. With Mackenzie around, calm had invaded, but now, his head spun, the world
tilted off axis around him, and he knew better.

He
was back—and
with how much his body trembled, Bari could identify he was pissed. The
darkness racked its claws inside his body, the feeling much like as knife
slowly cutting through a steak, demanding attention. If Bari recognized what he
wanted, he would have gladly let him out. Sweat poured from his face, slid
down, a sheen coated across his skin from trying to control him. The strain at
keeping it together cramped through his muscles. His team told him he was
changing but this, this felt different, like a burden, bringing despair. Fear
and regret, an unknown future licked at him.