Sylvia's Torment (Enforcers and Coterie Book 2) (16 page)

Chapter Twenty-One

His room had
always been his sanctuary, the one place he could escape his responsibilities as a pack leader and just relax. With Sylvia in his room, relaxation was the last thing on his mind. His gaze briefly wandered to the bed, wishing she was lying on it, her flame-red hair spread out on his pillows. His jeans tightened painfully when he shifted his attention to Sylvia. She’d pulled her hair back in a ponytail, and several curls framed her face. Her tight t-shirt clung to her breasts, her nipples erect and ready for a licking.

Oh, how he wanted to feast on her.

She crept closer to the bathroom door. As soon as she cleared the couch and it no longer stood between them, he stalked forward, intent on his luscious prey. Each night he imagined they were mated, discussing their day and pack business. The rightness of it seduced him, showed him the beauty of Sylvia as his lifemate.

He wanted more, as much as she’d give him. He would prove to her they were perfect together. While he’d suppressed his need for her for years, just one taste had awakened a deeper desire. One kiss set fire to his body.

He couldn’t go back.

He’d experienced a brief glimpse of heaven, and nothing else would do.

Sylvia walked backwards, away from him, until she was pressed against the wall. Initially, she cowered, and anger flared inside him. His courageous Sylvia should never cower.

Damn those bastards for what they had done to her.

Ruthlessly, he reined in his rage. It wouldn’t help her calm down.

After her initial reaction, she straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin, proud and unbowed. He smiled, loving her fierceness even when faced with her brute of an Alpha. Her heart was pounding, probably in fear.

Damn it, he was an idiot, scaring her like this.

Back off and give her space
, he berated himself.

Inhaling lightly to gauge her fear, his knees almost gave out. She wasn’t frightened but excited. She lusted for him.

Another step closer, almost touching. Hands against the wall as his thickly corded arms created a cage to hold her immobile. His expression turned fierce, his arousal overwhelming his good sense.

Want. Need. Desire.

Take her up against the wall. Hear her screams of pleasure in his ear. Her nails scoring his back, marking him, making him hers and hers alone. He’d waited so long for her, and his control was slipping off its leash.

Don’t touch me. I can’t handle it right now.

Her thoughts were a slap across the face. What the hell was he doing? He was scaring the one person he never wanted frightened of him. He was an ass. Her eyes were downcast, and shame jabbed at him for hurting her. Just as he was about to lower his arms and release her, her next hesitant thoughts caressed his mind.

But…I want to touch you. I
need
to touch you. Don’t walk away.

He heard her thoughts clearly as the lifemate bond tried to push its way into place.

Her words stunned him. The yearning staggered him.

Mind racing, he thought of a way to satisfy them both without spooking her.

“How about…” His voice was husky with hunger for her. He knew his irises had changed to a warm, golden amber as his feral side came closer to the surface. “You do all the touching. I’ll keep my hands to myself, and you have complete control. How far you want or don’t want to take this, it’s up to you.”

Her head shot up, and her mouth dropped open in stunned disbelief. He chuckled ruefully. No Alpha voluntarily gave up control, and he knew he was by far one of the worst. For Sylvia, though, he’d willingly tie himself to the bed if it meant she’d be happy.

And naked. He definitely wanted her naked if that was to happen.

It killed him as he waited for her answer, but he forced himself to be patient and let her lead. If she said no, he would walk away and give her space. He never wanted her to fear him or to have any cause to doubt him.

An ugly thought reared its head, one he wanted to ignore but couldn’t. There was no way he could continue trying to seduce her until he knew the answer.

“When they abducted you, did they…” he trailed off, unclear of how to tactfully ask if they’d raped her. The mere thought of it made him want to “interrogate” the prisoners they held at HQ.

“No,” she whispered, and his body sagged in relief. “If a guard looked at any of us women liked that, they transferred him away from us. Beaten and tortured, yes, but not raped. I think they realized some of us would’ve been harder to manage if they had allowed that to happen.”

A shaky hand reached out, and he lightly touched her hair. She was safe now. Those bastards wouldn’t hurt her again.

Pressing his hands against the wall again, he leaned in, giving her a feather-light kiss. Meant to comfort her, the kiss lit a raging fire inside of him as soon as their lips touched. He burned with a need so fierce he expected to burst into flames.

Pulling away from her, he tugged off his t-shirt and tossed it to the ground. A sigh escaped her as her hands fluttered toward his chest. His nipples tightened in anticipation. He kept his own hands by his side, refusing to break his promise to her. Finally, she made contact with his skin, her thumbs brushing his nipples. Her eyes drifted shut as she leaned into him, her breath warm against him. Tongue darting out, she licked a tiny line across his chest before she nipped him with her teeth. The pain/pleasure combination was exquisite, and he hungered for more.

Her fingers trailed downwards, skimming his sides, and then, palms flat on his stomach, she moved upwards again. Her mouth was everywhere, licking, sucking and biting.

“You have such a beautiful body,” she breathed against him, jacking up the tension in his muscles. If he wasn’t careful, he would explode in his pants.

And his body compared to hers, no contest.

He felt a tug on his jeans, glanced down and saw she was undoing his button. Yes, oh hell, yes. He wanted to help, but if his hands moved, he wouldn’t have the strength to stop himself from touching her. The rasp of his zipper was harsh on his ears. A welcome sound. It meant soon she’d have access to his entire body. His cock jerked at that thought. He wanted her hands on him, stroking him and learning his body. Would she also use her mouth? He bit back a moan, not wanting to distract her.

Pushing down his jeans, she knelt in front of him and helped remove the last of his clothes. She glanced up, her face just inches away from the top of his thighs. Her eyes wide, she licked her lips and smiled.

Please let her use her mouth
, he thought.

She tilted her head to the side, and her smile became wanton and full of wicked promises. Resting her hands on his tight thighs, she slowly, so slowly, licked her way from the base to the head of his cock. His balls clenched with pleasure, and he forced himself to breathe.

Oh damn, he was in heaven.

“You want me to use my mouth, huh? Hope you didn’t broadcast that to the whole pack.”

He had a fleeting worry that he’d sent his thoughts to everyone else and then stopped caring as she sucked him into her mouth. He shouted in surprise and pleasure, not expecting her to actually do it. It’d been so long since he’d had a woman touch him. He hadn’t wanted another since he’d met Sylvia, couldn’t even get hard unless it was due to her.

Her nails dug into his thighs, holding him close to her as she swirled her tongue around his head, pre-cum leaking into her mouth. She sighed, obviously relishing the taste of him. He couldn’t tear his gaze from her. He never realized how erotic it would be to have Sylvia fully clothed and kneeling in front of his naked body.

She brought her hand over to his balls and cupped him, gently squeezing, and his legs felt weak from need. If she kept that up, he would come faster than he wanted to. He never wanted this to end. He loved the feel of her worshiping his body.

He loved her. He couldn’t let her go after this. He needed her too much.

Leisurely she released him from her mouth and stood up, sliding her body against his. The soft cotton of her shirt was rough against his sensitive skin. Her nipples rubbed hot trails up his chest. She dug her nails into his ass, keeping him still as she ground her body against his, his erection throbbing at the junction between her thighs. Her heat burned him.

She lifted her face, and Derek gladly accepted what she offered. When she parted her lips, he took and pushed for more. His tongue danced with hers, thrusting in time with his hips.

Naked beneath him, riding on top of him or pushed up against the wall. Didn’t matter how he took her, as long as he was deep inside. The sharp bite of pain centered him as his nails broke skin on his palms. He wouldn’t touch her unless she asked.

He wouldn’t break her trust.

Sylvia maneuvered him towards the bed.

“Lie down. Let me look at you.” Her husky voice had him obeying instantly.

He’d walk over broken glass just to hear her seductive, need-laced voice. Grasping the headboard tightly, he waited for her next move. The anticipation was killing him. He hadn’t realized what an incredible turn-on it would be for her to be in control. He briefly wondered how she’d look in thigh-high boots and nothing else.

Well, maybe a paddle in hand for when he disobeyed.

The thought slipped away as she grasped the hem of her shirt and peeled it off. Her white bra barely contained her luscious breasts, and he wanted to help them escape. Her dusky areolas and tight nipples beckoned him, begged him for his attention, and he wanted to oblige. How could he ignore their pleas? He gripped the headboard harder, hoping he wouldn’t break it before the night was over.

She reached behind and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her breasts bounced, happy to be free. She straddled him on the bed, lining up perfectly with his aching cock. She rubbed slowly and moaned. His eyes drifted from her face to her beautiful breasts to her jean clad legs. Between her thighs, he could see the head of his cock, swelling and leaking from pleasure. Such an erotic sight. He could die a happy man.

Leaning forward, Sylvia let her breasts sway just above his face. He licked his lips, wishing it was her flesh and silently asked for her permission.

“Please, do it,” she sighed, arching her back and bringing them within inches of his hungry mouth.

Derek didn’t need another invitation. He latched onto one taut nipple and drew it into his mouth, licking as he did so. He grasped her nipple between her teeth, lightly biting it. The gasp of desire along with the deepening scent of arousal nearly undid him. He switched his attention to her other breast, not wanting it to feel left out. He rolled his tongue around her nipple, savouring the sweet taste of her flesh.

She pulled her breast from his mouth, and he almost whimpered at the loss. He wanted more, needed more from her. She stood up on the bed and shucked off her jeans, leaving her in just her panties. Such a small piece of cloth covering what he wanted so badly.

“Please, darling. Let me lick you. I need to taste you.” At her uncertain look he said, “You can kneel on me, and I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself. If you don’t like it, then I’ll stop. The second you tell me to, I’ll stop.”

She nodded then pushed down the last article of clothing. Still standing, she was naked and such a sight to behold. Tight, red curls beckoned him, and he wanted to see if they were as soft as they looked. She brought her leg over, straddling his chest, and he grinned at the view he received.

Kneeling down, she placed her knees on either side of his head and then moved closer. Her hands gripped the top of the headboard, helping to keep her in place. Her flesh made contact, and he almost blew his load onto his stomach. How could a man survive such pleasure?

Tentatively, he touched the tip of his tongue to her clitoris, and she jumped. He swiftly glanced up to make sure it was from enjoyment and not pain. The bliss on her face encouraged him to continue.

He licked again, this time harder and longer. He sucked her wet flesh into his mouth, working her sensitive clit with his tongue and teeth. Wishing he could use his fingers to pleasure her, he instead concentrated on the taste and feel of her.

She moved, caught up in the sensations, and he followed her rhythm. Unable to look away, he watched the emotions play across her face, the excitement building inside her. Breathy moans and a quickened pace told him she was getting close. Faster and harder, she ground against his mouth, her breasts bouncing with her movements. Damn, to have those plump globes in his hands, kneading them as she rode him. Surely a fantasy to live out another day.

Several moments at a frantic pace had her throwing back her head as an orgasm rocked her body. Her hair tickled his chest, and the rocking slowed as she rode out the aftermath. One more lick for his pleasure had her jerking away from him, her body now oversensitive. A rumbling chuckle escaped him as he enjoyed her reaction.

Resting her head on her outstretched arms, she panted and shuddered. On shaky legs, she climbed off and sat on the edge of the bed. He tried to catch her eye, wondering if she regretted what had just happened or if she was feeling shy. Derek hoped for shyness.

Pushing off the bed, Sylvia swung away from him, avoiding his gaze and instead got an eyeful of his lower half. She spun around to finally face him.