Midsummer Heat (7 page)

The ache that had been there since she'd arrived back in Stratton and he'd kissed her in the back corridor of Honey’s bar intensified. Crawled through her veins and made its home in each cell of her body until she virtually shook with it. She needed him. On the bed, on the floor, wherever, she didn't care. She just needed his cock in her, buried deep to soothe the ache within.

Crap.

Before she could lock down on the thought, the scent of her arousal filled the air. He paused, a stutter in his step as she held her breath, catching her lower lip between her teeth. Any second now she expected to be dropped to the rough wooden floor, his hard body over hers a second later and his cock pressing hard as he shoved inside her. Hard and fast and hot and… She whimpered, her wolf as hot as she was, desperate to get out and wrap herself around the male who smelled so good.

He pulled his head back to look at her. Lust and longing mixed with determination in his amber eyes, just enough brown in them to clue her into the fact the man was trying to retain control.

“Not here, inside.”

His voice was more a snarl than anything else as he reached the slide door and yanked it open. It rattled violently in the frame but he didn’t stop, striding right through into the living room. She didn’t get time to check out what changes he’d made since he’d bought the place from Ellison. All she got was a vague impression of large furniture and expensive electronic equipment before he tumbled her to the large rug in front of the fireplace.

He rode her down to the ground, hard body pressed against hers before her head came to rest on the soft surface below. His face was shadowed in darkness as he looked down at her, the merest hint of his tight expression and the tension running through his big body enough to clue her into the battle that raged within.

“Kiss me, Max,” she whispered, reaching up to trail soft kisses along his jaw line. His stubble prickled against her lips, causing another wave of liquid heat to slip from her body, a hot trickle down her inner thigh as her body prepared itself for him. His soft growl, the inhuman sound from his human throat turned her on all the more. “Please?”

Wriggling against him, she worked her lips down his neck, and nipped the soft flesh in the same spot he’d bite on her to mark his claim. It was a step too far. He stiffened, the soft growl becoming a snarl as he moved. Within a heartbeat he had her hands over her head, breasts pressing against the broadness of his chest as a hard knee parted her thighs so he could settle between them. Her hips cradled him, a wordless moan in her throat as he rocked against her. Only the thin fabric of his dress pants separated them. She’d never loathed a piece of clothing so much in her life.

“Mine,” he snarled again but this time the sound was lighter, less inhuman. She knew without being able to see that the amber had begun to leech out of his eyes; leaving the man in control.

“Mine. Always mine.”

His whisper was almost reverent as he bent his head, but there was no reverence in his kiss as he claimed her lips. There was no patience, no gentle strokes to calm her. Instead he plundered, parting her lips with a hard sweep of his tongue and driving within so his tongue could mate with hers.

She groaned, the sound signaling her surrender and opening the floodgates. He angled his head, hand hard in her hair to hold her still as he deepened the kiss. Fire shot through her veins straight down to her pussy as his tongue slid and stroked along hers. The scent of arousal filled the air, hers and the deeper, wilder note of his. Teasing…tantalizing her, he broke from her lips and worked hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat. Feverish, as though he were riding the edge of his control.

She drove her hands into his hair and reveled in the feeling of the heavy silken strands against her fingers. She’d always loved his hair, wanted to run her hands through it, wrap it around her fist. She did, and pulled his head back, arousal making her movements urgent as her wolf bayed for release, for a connection with the male she sensed so near.

He reared back at the pressure, looking down at her. The standoff lasted less than two seconds before she released his hair and he took her lips again. She sighed, the sound lost in his mouth. Arousal hummed through her. Her hips rocked against his, the fine fabric of his pants became rough and coarse against her hyper-sensitive skin.

“Can’t wait,” he gasped, sliding his hand around her neck to cup her throat. Instead of pissing her off as it normally would, the casual dominance thrilled her, made her blood sing and her body clamor for more. Her brain didn’t register what he was about as his hand moved down, hard fingers hooked into the front of her dress.

Fabric tore in a hard swipe, his claws caressing her skin but not cutting as he sliced the dress free, making short work of the straps. Her bra followed suit, shredded as it slipped from her body to leave her lying naked beneath him.

He growled, the rough sound wholly human as he leaned down. A gasp was torn from her lips as he swept a rough tongue over her nipple. Warm and wet, it circled the little bud until it stood proud. It didn’t take long, her body reacting with a willing eagerness that surprised her. Any other partner and it took forever, but Max seemed to know exactly what buttons to press to get her going. He played her body as though he knew her deepest, darkest secrets. With a small sound of satisfaction in his throat he closed his lips around the turgid nipple, pulled it into the warm cavern of his mouth and sucked.

She whimpered, back arching to offer more to his attentive mouth as she shoved her hands back in his hair and held him to her. Desire shimmered through her, the ripples of pleasure extending to her needy cunt. Lifting her leg, she wrapped it around his hip and pressed closer. Her hips rocked against his as she rubbed against the thick bar of his cock, desperate to find some relief. What was the matter with her? She’d never dry-humped a guy in her life.

He pulled away from her breast, lips slipping from her nipple with a soft ‘pop’. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he worked his way down her body with soft kisses, his ability to use words of more than one syllable further underlining that the man, not the wolf, was running the show.

Her stomach clenched as he ran his stubble covered jaw over it lightly, the quick flick of his tongue over the sensitive crease between hip and thigh making her jump. Heat welled, the cream of her arousal sliding from her to coat the lips of her pussy. She moaned, as his hands slid over her body to cup her breast and tweak the nipples, small bites of pleasure-pain as he slid lower down.

Big shoulders thrust her thighs impossibly wide. Her embarrassment at being spread open wide, her pussy on display for his perusal, lasted all of a second as he leaned forward and blew a cool breath over her. Anticipation pulled every nerve ending taut, her body on a knife edge as she waited for the first touch of his tongue. Needed it more than she needed to breathe, to see, to hear…

Wet heat laved her in a long, firm stroke from slit to clit and she arched up, crying out as her hips jerked up off the rug. He didn’t give her any time to recover. Instead he feasted on her like a starving man with a banquet laid before him. Big hands latched around her hips, he held her still for the attention of his mouth, driving her wild with long licks along her soaking pussy lips and quick, hard flicks of his tongue over her tightened clit.

She moaned, rocking against him as she pinched and pulled at her nipples. Each tweak sent fire arrowing down to her clit, her cunt clenching around nothingness as heat moistened her channel. She gasped, the tension in her body ratcheting right up to near breaking point as he shoved his tongue deep into her, greedily catching every drop of her essence with small growls rumbling in his throat.

“Oh god, Max…
yes!
” she whimpered, abandoning her breast to drive her hands into his hair and hold him against her as he ruthlessly fucked her with his tongue. She needed this…needed him. Tension spiraled tighter and tighter as he pulled away, replacing his tongue with two thick fingers.

“Aiiiyyeee,” she keened, hips bucking as he pumped the thick digits, curling his fingers back to brush against her g-spot. She’d always doubted its existence, but he zeroed right in on it, the pressure enough to curl her toes and coat his fingers with another wave of slick heat.

He did it again, and again, lifting his head to watch her as he drove her insane with the clever touch of his fingers. She let her fingers slide from his hair as he pumped, head thrown back as she concentrated on the sensations he was affording her. He knew exactly how to touch her, how hard and for how long, to bring her almost to the edge of reason. Writhing and panting she yearned for release, feeling it building up inside her. Almost there, just one more stroke.

He pulled away. Disbelief surged through her at the sudden loss, her whimper of frustration loud in the silent room. Then, with a chuckle, he dropped his head, pulled her clit between his lips and sucked.

She shattered apart, waves of pleasure crashing over her, buffeting her in their swell as she was tossed from one to the other. Screaming his name, she clutched at the rug around her as he growled and drove his tongue into her cunt to gather the rush of heat as she came hard.

She shuddered, strung out with the pleasure he’d brought her as he sucked her clit one last time and crawled up her body. Boneless and riding out the shimmers of pleasure still coursing through her, she watched him through half-lidded eyes.

Tension radiated from every line of his body as he shoved her thighs apart, ripping at the fasteners on his pants. They gave in a tear of cloth and his cock sprang free, slapping hard and insistent against the inside of her thigh.

She shivered, reaching her hands above her head to arch her back. Displaying herself for him. Teasing him. Inviting him to take her. A hard arm slid under her, wrapping around her side and sliding up her back as he cupped the nape of her neck. Hard fingers curled around her shoulder, holding her in place and bracing him at the same time as he reached down and fit the wide head of his cock against her slick lips.

She caught her breath as he pushed. The delicate tissues of her cunt parted around him, the head slipping into her channel on a slick slide. She gasped at the sensation, as inch after inch, he pressed into her. He was huge, bigger than she’d thought and even with the slickness of her release, the long, slow penetration stretched her body to the limit. Her channel clenched tight around him as he stopped, hips against hers and head of his cock pressing against the entrance to her womb. She bit her lip, trying to stay still as she got used to him. She’d never felt more full and stretched in her life.

“Breathe,” he ordered, his lips branding her temple, her cheek, as he worked his way down to her lips. “It’ll be okay, I promise.”

She nodded, the slightest motion of her head. He took her lips again, his kiss so sweet and comforting that she moaned softly. But no amount of sweetness could mask the thrills running through her body nor stop the sudden urge she had to move. She shifted her hips, wary of the hard presence of his cock impaling her and gasped at the pleasure that cascaded through her.

“God, sweetheart. Do that again,” Max begged, lips a hairs-breadth away as his big body braced above hers and shook with the effort to stay still. “That felt so fucking good.”

She did as she was told, the ragged sigh that escaped her lips ending on a moan. It felt good, better than good. It felt fantastic. His hard cock pressed against all her nerve endings, the tight fit no longer remotely painful but the source of delicious friction that stoked the fire of her pleasure higher.

“Harder,” she begged, wrapping her legs around him when she couldn’t get the range of motion she needed to stroke the itch in her pussy. “Harder and faster, please Max.”

He chuckled, the sound a dark delight. “As you wish.”

It was like her request opened the floodgates. He pulled back slowly and then powered into her. A heavy thrust that had them both gasping in pleasure. Then all bets were off as he set up a powerful rhythm, pounding into her, his hips slamming into hers. The room filled with the ragged sound of their breathing, the smell of sex and the slap of skin on skin. Erotic sounds and scents reached inside her and pulled every nerve ending taut.

Pleasure rose, the heat in her veins rising with each hard thrust and roll of his hips. Max didn’t take her, he owned her, every movement an act of possession as he pushed her closer to the edge. She whimpered as he released her hands to brace himself over her, one hard hand wrapped around and onto her shoulder to hold her as he impaled her with his cock over and over.

He was relentless, hard lines etched into what she could see of his expression in the darkness, his eyes bordering on feral as he bent his powerful body to fucking her. Her nails scored his back as he moved over her, the tiny pain making him hiss and slam his cock harder into her greedy pussy.

Then it was there, the tension in her core reached breaking point, paused and shattered into a million pieces, bombarding her body with shard-like pleasure. Her cunt clenched tight as she cried out, pleasure washing through her veins in a warm flood as she came hard around his cock. Hard ecstasy swept over her as her body milked his cock.

He swore and upped his pace, hard, heavy thrusts as he chased his own end. Then he stiffened and slammed his cock deep to roar his own release. Inside her, his cock jerked and pulsed, bathing the neck of her womb with white-hot jets of seed for long moments until, finally, he shuddered and rolled, bringing her with him to lie, sated, over his broad chest.

Late the next morning Kelli wandered through the main room of the cabin dressed in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants and a faded t-shirt. Since Max had shredded her clothes last night leaving her with nothing to wear, she’d had to resort to raiding his closet. Not that she minded; wearing his clothes made her feel all fuzzy inside and closer to him. She had to take what she could get since he’d decided to abandon her for some emergency in town. She didn’t know what; he’d woken her at some ungodly hour and she hadn’t bothered to ask, instead burying her head under the pillow and growling at him to go away. He’d just laughed, and said he’d be back as soon as possible.