Wicked Cravings (40 page)

Curling his broad body over hers, Dante kissed her hard again, growling when she sucked his tongue into her mouth. He relished the moans she made as he kissed, licked, and nibbled his way down her body, pausing briefly to suck and bite each nipple. When he returned to his chair, he brought it closer to the desk. “Spread your legs for me.” Without a hint of defiance, she did.

At the sight of her pussy, a low, territorial growl rumbled out of him. He wanted it. Needed it.

It was his. It belonged only to him. He wanted to lick it, suck on it, drink from it, sink his tongue into it, bite it, fuck it…He was seriously at risk of becoming obsessed with it, if he wasn’t already. Her incredible, sinful scent assaulted him and was like a narcotic to both him and his wolf.

“Are you just going to stare all day or—” She broke off and gasped in outrage at the hard slap to her clit. “Oh you did
not
just spank—”

“Of course I did. I can do whatever I want to this pussy, baby. You’ll let me have it whenever I want, however I want. And if I want to spank it, I will.” Ignoring the curses that she spat at him, he slid his hands beneath her to cup her ass, then leaned down and lightly fluttered his tongue through her folds. Her intoxicating taste zinged through him, inciting and inflaming him. He needed it on his tongue, needed it in his mouth, needed it burned into his system.

Jaime bucked as his tongue
finally
got to work. Surprising her, each lick or stab of his tongue was unhurried, casual, like he had no objective at all and simply wanted to taste her. She tried moving her legs to hook them over his shoulders, but he must have thought she was attempting to pull away, because he growled warningly and it reverberated through her. God, a growl almost had her climaxing.

Soon she was shaking and squirming as her orgasm began to creep up on her, asking him to hurry up and fuck her, but the absolute bastard continued his leisurely movements. “Dante, seriously, I can’t take any more.” And she meant it. But it was like talking to a freaking wall because he was so completely absorbed in tasting her. Even when she bucked hard enough to get his attention and dislodge him, he simply grunted and returned to what he’d been doing. “I want to be fucked!” Nothing. Fine, if she wanted to distract him and get him as irritated as she was, she’d just have to play dirty, wouldn’t she.

Faking a bored tone, she asked, “Are you okay down there if I just make a few calls?” His response was a growl. “I was thinking we could order pizza. Maybe pepperoni.” Another growl. “By the way, which one of us smells like fish?” A louder growl and a nip. “Um, I hate to bother you again, but…when is this supposed to start feeling good?”

Instantly Jaime regretted that one, because instead of punching his cock punishingly inside her as she’d hoped, he abruptly sucked her clit between his lips so hard that she cried out. He sucked unrelentingly on her clit, occasionally nipping it or flicking it with his tongue before sucking it between his lips again.

Her inner muscles were clenching, wanting something inside her—which was obviously why Dante was doing this instead! He continued his assault until finally her body tensed and she came hard, quivering. When she was able to pry her eyes open, it was to see him staring down at her and licking his lips clean.
Shit-stain
.

“I’m going to fill you up and fuck you now,” he rumbled. And then he was going to fulfill that fantasy they had both been sharing for a while, but he wouldn’t mention that just yet.

Jaime didn’t like the wicked, lopsided “I know something you don’t” smile that surfaced on his face, but her intention to comment on it went straight out of the window when he unsnapped the button of his fly, lowered his zipper, and his cock sprang out. He spread her thighs wide, gripped her hips, and tugged her body toward him so that her ass was hanging off the desk. Jaime wrapped her legs around his waist and gasped at the feel of his cock probing her entrance.

“Ready?” In a sluggishly slow movement, Dante sank his cock inside that perfect pussy that was made only for him, filling her with every inch of him. Then, in a movement just as slow, he withdrew until only the head was inside. Any other time he would have given Jaime a series of slow thrusts just to tease her, but he wasn’t in the mood for playing. He needed to fuck her, needed to feel her come apart around him. Needed to hear her beg. Needed to know that his mate wanted him so much she would do this. Yes, she’d done it during their claiming, but that was because she’d been pretty delirious. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk,” he promised her. “Just as soon as you beg for it.”

Jaime’s mouth fell open. “What?”

“You heard me. Beg for it.”

“Oh you sack of shit!” When she tried to lift her upper body from the desk, he brought his weight down on her, caging her there. She wasn’t sure whether he ignored her struggling or simply didn’t notice, but in any case, it galled her that her struggles came to nothing.

“Beg me, Jaime. Beg me, and I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.” She stopped writhing. “As hard as I want?” she echoed, suddenly not so averse to the idea. No matter how many times she told him she could take his roughness, he always held back a little. The only time he hadn’t was during their claiming, and she wanted it again.

“I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll think I hate you. Beg me, Jaime.” Now that did sound intriguing. After a moment of silence, she finally said, “Please fuck me.” She cried out as, with their gazes locked, he abruptly thrust forward and drove his entire length back into her. “Oh God,” she breathed as he began pounding into her with ruthless, intense, stretching thrusts that gave her that full, stuffed sensation she loved. His pace was frenzied, as though he couldn’t fuck her hard, fast, or deep enough. This was exactly how Jaime wanted him: barely restrained, poised on the brink of violence. The fact that she could drive him to the edge of his control thrilled her like nothing else.

“You’re so tight.” He lifted her leg and hooked it over his shoulder, allowing himself to go even deeper with each thrust. Growling, he sank his fingers into her soft, pliant breasts. “I love these.

And these pretty nipples.” He pinched the pert buds hard, knowing she loved it. “And you have the most gorgeous ass. I can’t wait to have my cock inside it.” Seeing that she was about to protest, he quickly stated, “It is going to happen, baby.”

“Maybe in your wet dreams, Popeye, but that’s all.”

Jaime gasped as he suddenly withdrew, brought her to her feet, spun her around, and then bent her over the desk. “What are you—”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not finished with this pussy yet.” Dante gripped her hands and placed them at the edges of the desk. “Keep them there.”

“This position stinks a little bit too much of complete submission for my liking,” she snapped indignantly.

“Really?”

She gasped again at the hard slap to her ass. “What the—?! Did you just spank me
again
?”

“Yep.”

She didn’t care for his blasé attitude. “Why?”

“I felt like it.”

Another sharp slap to her ass. Jaime growled her irritation. She wasn’t sure what irritated her more, that he was spanking her, or that she liked it. “Bending me over is one thing, Popeye. But smacking my ass is—”

“Not
your
ass, baby.
My
ass. I love the look of my handprints on it.” His wolf growled his approval at the sight of the handprints; he saw them as brands. “Whine all you want, but you like it, and you know you do.”

Jaime would have growled at his self-assured tone if at the same moment he wasn’t prying her feet apart with his and the head of his cock wasn’t thrusting against her clit.
Thank God
. She needed to come so badly—so much so that she was pushing back to take him inside her. Okay, she was
trying
to push back, but his big freaking body was as unmovable as a building.

“Want me to make you come?”

“Well, duh.”

“Then you know what to do.”

“Please.”

“Good girl.” With that, he slammed into her in a smooth, hard stroke. Then he was hammering into her so mercilessly it was animalistic.

Jaime was in absolute heaven. She had been lucky in that all her sexual partners had known exactly what they were doing in the bedroom. But Dante…Not one of them even came close, and not just because he was her mate. Everything about the way he fucked her—his pace, his intensity, his rough touch, his words, his dominant tone, the way he felt inside her—answered to every hunger and craving she had, driving her closer and closer to climaxing. “Dante, I need to come.” Dante tangled a hand in her hair and snatched her head back. “Come all over me, Jaime.” As if his harsh command acted as a trigger, a scream erupted from her throat as her body began to convulse and her muscles clamped around his cock. Unable to hold back, Dante growled her name as jets of come burst out of him and into his mate, filling her. Then it was as though every bit of energy he had abruptly vanished, and he sagged.

Burying his face into the crook of her neck, he inhaled deeply. His wolf growled, immediately noting something that took Dante’s fried brain a few more seconds to realize. “Your scent’s changed.”

“Huh?”

“So has mine. Our scents have mixed.”

Knowing he was wondering what had brought on the sudden development in their bond, she told him, “I decided that you were right.”

“I’m always right, baby. What am I right about this time?” He grunted when her elbow jabbed his chest.

“I decided it was time to drop the walls,” she said simply.

Surprised and relieved, Dante slid both arms underneath her and hugged her tight. Satisfaction roared through him with the knowledge that everyone would know from her scent that she was taken, was his. He knew she liked that it worked both ways. “No more keeping parts of yourself from me. I want all of you.” That reminded him of something.

When Jaime felt Dante sliding out of her body, a moan of complaint involuntarily left her. As she went to stand, a hand on her back stayed her.

“Don’t move.”

Whatever. It wasn’t like she’d be able to stand on her own steam yet anyway. That relaxed attitude changed somewhat when she felt a wet finger probing her ass. “What the—”

“Shh. Stay nice and still for me.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t see this coming, Jaime. You knew when I bent you over this desk what would happen next.”

She had known. In a state of extreme arousal, where her inhibitions weren’t important, she hadn’t wanted to fight it. Even now she didn’t want to, but she felt like she had to. She was a dominant female. Bending over so someone could ream her ass felt kind of weak.

But it wasn’t just someone, was it? It was her mate. He was the person who—though she very rarely admitted it—she belonged to in every sense. Naturally, he would want to claim every part of her, and she had to admit that she wanted him to. Throughout most of their relationship, she had fought him on one thing or another, had persistently held back from him. She’d told herself she wouldn’t any longer, and she’d meant it.

When Jaime went slack against the desk, Dante groaned. Christ, she was submitting. The sight made his wolf growl in approval. Leaning over, Dante kissed her shoulder and licked over one of the marks he’d left there. “That’s my good girl. It’ll feel so good, baby, I promise.” Jaime found herself moaning as, lubricated with what was presumably both his come and hers, a finger repeatedly thrust in and out of her ass. Soon there was another one. But it was when he slid in a third finger that it stung. If she was honest, though, she really couldn’t give a crap. The pleasure very much outweighed the dim pain that quickly became pure pleasure. The entire time, he whispered words of encouragement, told her how amazing she was and how hot it was that she’d submitted to him.

Dante loved those throaty moans she made. God, she was tight, and if she wasn’t his mate—the female made to take him—he’d think he’d never fit in there. When she was writhing and pushing back to counter his thrusts, he decided she was ready. Slowly he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock. As he’d expected, she tensed. “It’s okay, baby. Relax for me.” Jaime couldn’t help hissing as he began to push into her. She wasn’t so sure about this now.

“Dante—”

Feeling her anxiety, he smoothed a hand up and down her spine. “Shh. Remember, you were made to take me, Jaime—anywhere and everywhere. This ass is mine; let me have it, baby. Push out as I push in.” Dante was pretty sure that nothing could have made him look away from the sight of his cock sinking into her. He was surprised he didn’t come just watching it. “So fucking hot.” Finally, he was fully sheathed. “Baby, that feels amazing.”

Jaime had to agree with that. Once she’d begun to relax, her body had quickly adjusted and accommodated him. Now if only he would move a little…

“Ready, baby?”

“Uh-huh.” When he withdrew with a slow, smooth slide and then thrust forward, Jaime groaned. Again and again he did that, pulling more groans from her. Why had she been fighting him on this? Damn, she’d been missing out big time.

“God, baby, your ass is so tight. It looks like you shouldn’t be able to take me. But you can, because you were made for me. All for me.” He thrust forward, and she groaned again. “You like that, huh? What about this?” He punched his hips abruptly, and she cried out in pure pleasure. Picking up the pace slightly, he also hardened his thrusts, giving her what she wanted.

A loud knock on the door made them both freeze. When Jaime looked over and realized it was unlocked, her eyes widened.
Shit.
She expected Dante to quickly move and cover her up, but instead, he laid his weight on her, caging her against the desk, and put a finger to her lips.

“Who is it?” he asked, making sure he sounded grumpy and impatient. Unless he called “Come in,” no one ever simply walked inside other than Trey. But then, Trey wouldn’t have knocked in the first place.

“Me,” called Marcus. “I just wanted to ask a few questions about that call you had earlier with Josh.”

Of course Dante could tell Marcus that he’d answer his questions later. But this was kind of like a carnal dare. He had the urge to piston into Jaime and test whether she could remain silent. “Ask away.” Pinning her still by her hips, Dante gave her one hard thrust before speaking quietly into her ear. “You’ll have to be quiet, Jaime. If Marcus thinks anything sexual is going on in here, he’ll walk right in. Walk right in and see me claiming your ass.”