Prymal Lust (2 page)

The spice of her blossoming arousal swarmed him.

As intoxicated as if he’d downed an entire bottle of tequila, Axe splayed his fingers wide and battled his primitive instincts. He had to touch her. Taste her. Lick her from the tips of her ears to her sure-to-be-suckable toes.

Then it slammed him sideways.

His mate was a Wylfen female.

Her family would exile Tania if he even grazed her with a fingertip.

And then they’d stake him out and sever every limb.

Tough.

She was his.

Play it smart.

Stifling a howl when he realized the two of them fucking right away was the ultimate win-win, he grinned.

A selfish win-win.

He’d ruin her future because if Tania screwed him, she violated the sacred Wylfen purity and mate alliance laws. She’d be exiled. Have no safe place to go to. No one to turn to for protection. Except for him.

Careful to keep his scarred cheek hidden from her view, Axe reached for her hand, lifted it to his mouth, licked the center of her palm, and drew her scent deep into his lungs. Yeah. Soon he’d be buried inside her creaming pussy. “Do you one better. How about breakfast, lunch,
and
dinner?”

She sucked in a breath. Her cheeks flushed. Her gaze locked onto his tented shorts. A lithe pink tongue flicked one corner of her mouth, and her nostrils flared.

His dick was about to burst out of his foreskin. It jerked against his belly.

She hissed and her head whipped up.

He could drown in those amazing crazy colored eyes, one the color of honey, the other a soft, mossy green. But not right then. Not until they’d fucked.

The Wylfen as a breed abhorred physical flaws. Rumor had it that their Spartan purity laws required any cub born with any sort of disfigurement be disposed of upon delivery.

Axe had no notion if she’d reject him at once when he had no choice but to let her see his whole face. But, he didn’t intend to take any chances. Mate claim her first, bind her to him, then, and only then, risk her contempt and disgust.

She tugged her hand out of his and gestured to a now damp spot on his gym shorts. “While I can see you’re really, really, interested in eating a meal—”

Fuck, she’d do him in. His canines ached. He salivated when the ends of her high ponytail kissed her claim spot.

Back down.

Get a grip.

He had vowed never to claim an unwilling mate. It was the keystone of his existence. She was Wylfen. So out of his league. The wolf in him tossed his rational reasoning into the stratosphere. The alpha in him roared.

“Eating. You. No pussy footing around. All. Day. Long. Yes or No?”

“No can do.” She gave the cutest headshake and a tiny frown formed. “Breakfast. Only.”

He’d take whatever she was willing to give. For now.

“My room or yours?” He had pushed her too far, too fast. “I have a suite.”

Her luscious lips spread to reveal even white teeth save for a minute chip on the left incisor. “Lead the way.”

Aware of his sweaty body and not knowing how her kind reacted to raunchy sex, he touched a hand to the small of her back, and guided her to the door, vigilantly presenting only his left profile to her view. “Shall we set the ground rules on the way up?”

She shot him a measuring sidelong glance, but didn’t falter when he ushered her out of the room. “You have this down pat. Sure. Go first.”

“No names.”

“Agreed.”

He had to bite down to suppress a victorious howl.

She had no inkling he was a half-breed. Eva’s scent mask was working like a fucking charm.

Good.

Axe firmed his palm over the ridge of her rump and widened his stride to accommodate his cock’s immediate reaction. He led her to the private penthouse elevator and keyed his card. The doors dinged and opened. When they were ensconced in the moving metallic-mirrored box, he fingered the waistband of her sweats, inserted one leg between her thighs, palmed her ass, and pressed his erection to her pelvis.

The position kept his scarred cheek from her range of vision.

She tilted her head back and his nuts went tight at the sight of her long, slender neck. His mouth watered. Jesus. She was creaming for him, yet her nostrils thinned ever so slightly, and he detected a hint of…anger? No. A big time backpedalling. He had to reassure her.

“You can change your mind anytime you want. Here.” He slapped his keycard into her hand and backed away. “I’m not into rape. Either we do this as two consenting adults, or it’s off.”

For a second, she stared at him, mouth agape. Then she flashed him a crooked grin and slipped the keycard into the pocket of her T-shirt. “Nice to know. I wasn’t changing my mind. Just thinking this was becoming clinical and that’s not what I want.”

The elevator doors opened. He pressed the hold button. “You don’t want clinical. Okay. We figure out your limits as things progress. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable while I have a quick shower?”

He waved her into the sunken living/bar area. A quick survey of the room revealed the lights off and the curtains drawn. Fucking A. Perfect. Lupus females didn’t have the heightened sight of their male counterparts. Tania wouldn’t be able to see much, but Axe’s wolf vision loved darkness.

She preceded him down the three steps and he couldn’t stop gawking at her incredible ass. Full, high, and rounded. She had the body of a sixties movie star, long legged and curvaceous. He intended to imprint her taste on his tongue. Nuzzle every crevice. Make her beg for that first orgasm.

She twirled around, jutted one leg forward, and jammed a hand on her hipbone. “Why don’t I join you in that shower, sailor-boy? There are certain parts of you I’m dying to handle.”

Her gaze fixated on the boner twitching against his damp shorts.

The tenuous hold on his control cracked. “Done deal.”

With that he scooped her off her feet.

She squealed, literally. He had a hunch she never squealed and was never caught off guard. Tough titties. This morning she’d squeal and whimper for him.

Axe marched to the bathroom. There was no window and the room brimmed with shadows.

Freaking hoorah, she felt good in his arms, both fragile and substantial at the same time. He squeezed her side for her fragrance now held a hint of trepidation. “Look at me. All you have to do is say stop. Got me?”

Again, he tilted his scarred cheek away from her, but interlocked their gazes.

She studied him for a long moment before giving him a quick nod. Her throat worked. “You do this often?”

Axe edged the sliding shower door to one side with his sneaker. He set her on her feet, steadied her when she wobbled, and knelt to unlace her shoes.

“Are we divulging past fucks but not names? None of your business if I do. For the record I’m clean. You seem to have guessed I’m in the Navy. Regular checkups. Last one mere days ago and, no, I haven’t indulged since then.”

He stood and worked her sweatpants down over her hips.

She had craned her neck to stare at him, but hadn’t moved otherwise though her rasped breathing told him of her increasing excitement intermingled with a growing apprehension. Tugging at her lower lip, she swallowed, and then spoke, her voice laced with a husky coarseness, “I’m clean too. It’s been a while since I’ve, ah, indulged.”

The sight of her red lacey boy-cut panties against smooth golden skin had his prick leaking. He couldn’t resist slipping a hand underneath the soft cotton and cupping her mound.

She was drenched.

He let his fingers slide through her slick folds. “This first one’s gonna go down faster than I wanted.”

She gripped his forearms and licked a bicep.

“Damn.” He just about shot his load. “Let’s get naked fast.”

“Oh yeah,” she growled.

The juiciness of her pussy proved too much temptation. He forced his hand away from her heated core, brought his fingertips to his nose, and inhaled deeply before sucking her honey off his hands.

Her nails dug into his flesh. “Hell. Do it now.”

The fervent command and the way she stared at his erection snapped him back from the edge.

A lazy grin stole across his lips. He studied the sheen of perspiration coating her bent forehead, and the way her nostrils flared like a mare in heat desperate for mounting. “Naked. Skin to skin.”

“Oh yeah,” she agreed and in a flash yanked at his gym shorts, dragging the material down enough to free his rampant erection. She gripped him at the base with both hands. “Oh yeah.”

And just like that he was riding the line again. It took the last iota of discipline pounded into him during his time with the Teams to pry her fingers apart. “Show me your tits.”

She reached for his cock.

Axe caught her hands, twisted them crosswise, and spun her about so her back ground into his chest. He nuzzled her ear, tongued the whorls, and bit the lobe. “You like being in charge, don’t you?”

She wriggled her butt and did a circle grind on his dick. “I’m not into submission if that’s what you’re asking.”

“It wasn’t, but good to know. Now, I’m going to let go of you, and then you’re going to show me these gorgeous breasts of yours.” He cupped both mounds and rubbed his thumbs over her peaked nipples. She was at least a C-cup and wore no bra. “Are these real?”

He near choked when she spun around and clouted his chest, indignation and anger flashing from her narrowed eyes. “Yes. And how dare you even ask?”

“You’ve got some power behind that blow.” He hauled her T-shirt up so fast she sputtered when he tugged the soft cotton over her head.

She swatted at a few strands that had escaped her high ponytail and planted her hands on her hipbones.

Too mesmerized by the perfection of her breasts to be daunted when she snapped, “I’m tempted to walk right now.”

In answer, he snagged her butt and fitted her belly to his cock. Simultaneously, he encircled her breast and ducked down to draw on her pebbled chocolate nipple.

For a heartbeat she stiffened, but then slumped into him, and tangled her fingers in his hair. “Harder.”

She trembled in his embrace.

He switched to the other peak, and rolled the bud wet from his hard suckling between his fingers, pulling and pinching. He tongued his way around a pretty dark molasses areola and nipped the underside.

She caved in on him, and he had to grab both ass cheeks to keep her upright.

He gave her a little shake, firmed his hold, and tilted her chin.

When their stares met, Axe knew if he so much as touched her breasts again, she’d climax right then and there. “Time for that shower.”

She swayed when he dropped onto one knee, and twisted her panties and sweats down to her ankles.

“Lift.” He tapped one succulent thigh.

Tania set both hands on his shoulder and complied with his barked order.

Axe worked her socks and the rest of her clothes off one foot at a time. After ensuring she could stand on her own, he shed his sneakers, tank, and shorts, lifted her into his arms, and stepped into the shower stall.

“Don’t need any foreplay,” she muttered.

He chuckled. “Tough. I do.”

“Damn you for stopping,” she mumbled under her breath.

Still carrying her, he adjusted the controls of the elaborate and luxurious shower spray, steam, and intermittent side jets and set the LCD timer. Water cascaded from the ceiling in a gentle tropical rainfall drenching them immediately. Steam coated their skin from all around, and erratic jets pummeled their flesh from sporadic angles.

“Wow,” she murmured.

He slid her down his body, pausing when her pussy bumped the crown of his cock. Axe tried to stifle the growl of satisfaction reverberating up his throat, but the deep rumble escaped his lips, and echoed in the cavernous stall.

“Put it in me now,” she ordered and hooked her legs around his waist.

“Accustomed to giving orders, are we? Not if hell froze over this fucking moment. We play first.” He teased her folds sliding his cock back and forth just missing her clit on every hard press.

“Beast,” she muttered and nipped his nipple.

If only she knew.

He grinned when she clutched his arms and wriggled trying to position him at her entrance, seemingly unable to haul her gaze from his rampant erection.

“Soap,” he said, his voice clipped. “Lean back.”

“You’re a clit-tease,” she retorted, but obeyed.

Relishing the trust inherent by her allowing him this vulnerable pose, he slid his palm under the automatic soap dispenser, while holding her with one hand, and collected a sizeable dollop. “Uncurl those fingers.”

The billowing clouds of steam didn’t hamper his vision in the least, though it would hers.

When she did as he’d demanded, Axe dropped the foamy soap into her palm.

He smiled when her mouth fell open in surprise. Not submissive, his foot, or, in this case, his will. “Have at me.”

“Oh yeah.” She hopped off him, steadied herself on the slippery marble by grabbing his waist and one butt cheek, and sank onto her knees.

“Whoa.” He gripped her soaked ponytail and gave a gentle tug. “I don’t want a blowjob.”

She snorted. “Never offered one. I work from the ground up, sailor-boy.”

Axe spun around and fisted his hands on the shower wall. Let her soap and caress him all over. It was nothing short of the most exquisite, excruciating torture he’d ever had to endure.

His dick throbbed.

His balls ached.

Every inch of his flesh flamed. He concentrated on the most complicated operation his SEAL team had ever executed, running through each step in ponderous detail. And even though the rain kept falling, the steam hissed, and the jets erupted, he broke into a heavy sweat.

Every time she went for his cock, he directed her elsewhere. The little minx had a cunning streak though, for she began soaping his back, suckled the base of his neck, and cupped his balls at the same time.

He lost it.

Pivoting, he then picked her up and turned her around. “Hands on the wall. Feet wide apart. Stick out that fucking fantastic butt. That’s it. Ready for me?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Ask me nicely. Say, SEAL, please fuck me.”