Wicked Cravings (17 page)

He slid his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth, sucking first one and then the other without once removing his gaze from hers. Her darkly rich taste burst on his tongue, had him wanting more. He fully intended to have more. “I knew you’d taste good. Now it’s time to go.” This time, Jaime didn’t argue. She probably should have, but at this point all she could think about was having him inside her. She’d lecture herself about the whole I-shouldn’t-jump-when-he-calls thing tomorrow. Right now, she needed him inside her. After giving Ivy and Riley—who had been watching in open-mouthed fascination—a brief wave, she allowed Dante to lead her out of the club. Neither of them spoke throughout the journey home. In fact, neither of them said even one word until they were inside his room.

No sooner had he shut the door than Jaime found herself pinned against it. His mouth abruptly landed on hers, and his tongue swept inside like it owned her. She doubted that there was anyone in the world who kissed like Dante; with his tongue, teeth, and lips he dominated, devoured, and conquered. Quickly the kiss became raw and primitive, and so damn deep that it was as if he was tugging at her soul through his mouth. Every single nerve in her body went on high alert, eager and impatient for him to fill her and rid her of that burning ache that
just wouldn’t go
.

She yanked at his T-shirt and slid her hands underneath, running them along the smooth yet firm abs that his T-shirt had only hinted at. His stomach clenched and he growled as she raked her nails from his collarbone down to the waistband of his jeans. She gasped when he abruptly bit down hard on her lower lip and sucked it into his mouth. Her wolf liked the possessive act.

Finally pulling back, Dante let his gaze travel the length of her body. That little dress clung to her like a second skin, highlighting those delicate curves he loved. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to bunch up that devil’s creation around her waist or strip it off completely so he could get a better look at what was beneath. He had pictured her naked so many times, it bordered on ridiculous.

Tonight, he would find out just how accurate his imagination had been.

Gripping her wrists, he pinned them above their head. “Keep them there. Now watch while I touch you.”

That deep, dominant, controlled voice sent a feverish tremor through her body. Seeing his eyes ablaze with determination and possessiveness, Jaime understood exactly what she would be getting herself into. He wouldn’t be like the guys she was used to, wouldn’t be satisfied with just a hint of submissiveness from her. He would be intense, greedy, commanding, and would insist on her surrender—something she didn’t like to do. So why was she wetter than she’d ever been in her life?

As Dante skimmed her lower lip with the pad of his thumb, she flicked it with her tongue.

Smiling, he trailed his thumb down her chin, the column of her throat, and down the valley between her breasts. Reaching the front clip of her bra, he flicked it open. His hands slowly slid the bra and dress aside so that they framed her bare breasts. They were round, full, and perfect. He molded them in his hands, thumbing the rosy, taut nipples that were begging for his attention. It would be cruel to disappoint them.

Startling a gasp from Jaime, he swooped down and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked, nibbled, licked, bit, and drew on her nipple with his teeth. Over and over he did it, changing the rotation each time. Soon her breathy moans turned into sobs as she tugged on his hair, wanting him to release her.

Dante arched a brow at her. “Hands above your head.” With a low growl that made him smile, she did. He licked his way to the other nipple, loving the uniquely sun-kissed taste of her skin. He lavished it with the same overwhelming attention until once again her moans were sobs and she was struggling against him. He was so tempted to take her right there, but he wasn’t finished with this body yet. “I want to look at you.” In seconds, he had whipped the dress up and over her head and slung the bra aside, giving him an unobstructed view of that body that he was obsessed with having, owning.

Fucking beautiful. Her stomach was nicely toned, her gorgeous shapely legs went on forever, and God help him, she had a full Brazilian. “The heels can stay. I want you to lie on your back on the bed for me.”

The command and power in that gruff rumble made her shudder. Her wolf loved the authority in his voice even while she felt challenged by it; she saw a male who could handle her and give her what she needed. Jaime thought about rebelling against him for the hell of it, but the resolve in his eyes warned her not to ignore his order, and she knew the sadistic asshole would keep her hanging for a while if she did. No, she needed release
now
. She’d rebel another time.

“Very good,” said Dante when she complied.

Jaime literally couldn’t look away from his body as he slowly approached the bed, stripping as he went. She licked her bottom lip as she gazed at his tanned, incredibly toned chest, imagining running her tongue between the grooves of his gorgeous abs. He was literally the embodiment of power, and that acted as a narcotic to her wolf. Was she really about to let Dante fuck her? Was this really happening? Damn, she hoped so. If this was a dream, it was the best she’d ever had.

Allowing her gaze to roam lower, Jaime’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock.
Holy mother
of fuck
. “Well-hung” would be an understatement—though that wasn’t surprising, since he was a big guy all over. His cock didn’t let down in the girth department either. It wasn’t huge in a way that looked unnatural; it was just on the right side of well-endowed.

Dante’s mouth dried up at the sight of her all laid out for him. “Spread your legs for me.” She didn’t. She just stared up at him defiantly. “Don’t make me have to punish you, baby.” That sounded kind of interesting. “And how exactly would you punish me?”

“By not letting you come.”

“Jerk.”

“Spread your legs, Jaime.” Very, very slowly she parted them, and he inhaled sharply at how wet she was, how swollen and pink and glistening. Drawn by her alluring scent, he settled himself between her thighs and swiped his tongue through her wet folds, making her cry out. Her darkly rich taste had him groaning for the second time that night. “You taste so good.” Although he was desperate to be inside her, he suspected that he’d be gorging himself on her taste for a while.

Gripping her by her hips, Dante pinned her still as he feasted on her; licking between her folds, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue, nibbling on the hood of her clit, and stabbing his tongue inside her. She made the most amazing noises: husky little moans, choked cries, and throaty groans that had his cock throbbing. God, she was so responsive, so receptive. “Do you know what you taste like? Sin. You taste like sin.” And he couldn’t get enough of it.

Damn, was there anything that this guy wasn’t good at? It would have been annoying if she wasn’t benefiting highly from it. Still, she needed him inside her. “Dante, stop with the teasing and fuck me!”

Instead, he plunged one finger inside her and closed his mouth over her clit, suckling hard. Just like that, she fragmented beneath him. So. Damn. Responsive. He kissed and nipped his way up her shuddering body and draped himself over her. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you what you need, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll scream.”

She didn’t doubt that. With one hand knotted in her hair and the other pinning her down by her hip, he
finally
began to ease himself inside her. The pressure of his thickness caused the most delicious twinge of pain; she wasn’t, by any means, a masochist, but an edge of pain always intensified the pleasure for her. She’d never had anyone as big as Dante before, and the sensation of him stretching her was unfreakingbelievable.

Jaime was so wet that he had no trouble pushing inside, but still he moved slowly—much too slowly for her liking—as he fed her inch after inch. He stilled when he was halfway inside her, giving her time to adjust, but it was time she didn’t want or need. Neither Jaime nor her wolf wanted to be carefully handled. She curled her legs around his hips and tried tugging him toward her to take him deeper. The tugging didn’t work. The asshole withdrew an inch, warning her with his eyes that he’d move at his own pace. “If I wanted to be treated like a porcelain doll, I’d have said so!” she growled. “I can take it, Popeye!”

“Is that so?” His wolf agreed with her, urging Dante to take her hard.

“Yes!” She should have known better than to challenge him; he reared back and then slammed home, burying his cock so deep inside her that she was surprised she couldn’t feel him in her throat.

She cried out as her back bowed. She had never felt so full in her life, and damn, it hurt, but it was a good hurt.

Dante groaned as the tightest, hottest, wettest pussy he’d ever felt contracted around him. It was so good it was also torture. Feeling the prick of her claws on his back only added to the pleasure. “Open your eyes and look at me. Don’t take your eyes off me, Jaime.” Opening her eyes, she started at the blazing intensity on his face. No one had ever looked at her like that, like he wanted to possess every part of her. She moaned as he suddenly began to move.

His thrusts were slow, shallow, and sensual, just as teasing as they were heavenly. But they weren’t enough. “Faster.” He ignored her. “Faster.”

“I’ll go faster when I’m ready to go faster.” The sneaky little bitch tightened her muscles around his cock and threw her hips hard at him to counter his thrust. Dante stilled her by pressing down hard on her hip, digging his claws into the skin warningly but without drawing blood. “Don’t.

Move.” Instead, holding his eyes, she again defiantly clenched around him, smiling a very satisfied smile at the sound of his tortured groan. Bringing himself nose to nose with her, Dante gripped her by the throat. “Unless you want me to pull out and leave you hanging like this, do as you’re told.”
The fucking shit-stain!
She’d have hit him if she thought the big lug would actually feel it. Her wolf wasn’t impressed with that order either. There was more than one way to irritate him and get what she wanted. She softened her expression and gave him a sympathetic smile. “Oh, Dante, if you’d just explained that you were adjusting to being inside a woman you don’t have to inflate, I wouldn’t have pushed you like that.”

He gave her throat another squeeze. “Jaime.”

“You know, if it feels too weird, you could just put the head in.”

“Jaime.”

“Don’t worry, I understand if you’re a little out of practice when it comes to real women, so

—” She cried out as he suddenly slammed into her—a punishing thrust. He didn’t start pumping away inside her to prove his virility, though. Damn wolf.

“Playing little games isn’t going to work with me, baby.”

Yeah, she’d gathered that. The truth was that she was in totally unfamiliar territory with Dante.

She was used to getting her own way when it came to guys, even those who were overbearingly dominant. She had always been able to control them in her own subtle way. A little reverse psychology, or simply feeding their egos, often went a long way in getting what she wanted. She wasn’t above using a little provocation either, and if she had said those things to another guy, he would have fucked her to prove his masculinity. But not Dante. He wasn’t a guy she could have dancing to her tune or who would fall for her little tricks. Awkward fucker. “I don’t need this gentle bullshit! I told you, I can take it!”

“Are you sure?” he taunted, loving to see her riled.

“I’m sure,” she bit out. A gasp burst out of her as he suddenly began hammering into her. Each of his branding strokes was a stab of complete and utter bliss. The only problem was that she knew he was keeping himself in check. She wanted all of him. Beating his back with her legs and clawing at him, she growled, “Stop holding back from me!” The next thing she knew, he’d withdrawn from her and she’d been roughly flipped onto her stomach. Then Dante was draped over her, nibbling on the mark he’d made on her neck. “Look, I know you live in caves, but this prehistoric man behavior is totally unacceptable.”

“I love these tattoos.” She had an angel on the back of her left shoulder and a devil on the back of her right shoulder. The angel, however, was holding a bottle of booze, covered in tattoos, and puckering her lips flirtatiously.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“You want it as hard as I can give it, right?” He looped an arm around her and pulled her to her hands and knees. “You should be careful what you ask for.” He drove a hand into her hair, snatched her head back, bit into the crook of her neck, and slammed home. Dante groaned as her muscles tightened around him. He gave the fresh bite on her neck a soothing lick, liking the look of it there. His wolf growled his approval, wanting Dante to mark her again. Oh, he planned to.

Dante swirled his tongue around the shell of her ear and then sucked the lobe into his mouth.

“Feel me, Jaime. Has anyone ever been this deep inside you?” She shook her head, and he was male enough to feel smug about that. “Does it feel good?” At her nod, he gave her a rewarding thrust.

“Does it feel good when I fuck you?” She nodded vigorously, so he gave her another rewarding thrust.

“Better than when Pretty Boy fucked you?”

Guys and their egos!
She thought about telling him to grow up, but she liked his version of rewards. “Yes.” That got her the forceful thrust she wanted.

“Did you let him have your ass?”

“No.” Another fierce, rewarding thrust.

“Have you let anyone else have it?”

“No.” Two fierce thrusts were her reward this time.

“You’ll let me have it, won’t you, baby? You’ll let me fuck every hole in your body, won’t you?”

At that moment, she was pretty sure she’d let him do anything if he just made her come. She nodded. His weight suddenly left her upper body, and then, growling, he began violently pounding into her just like she wanted. A fierce climax was creeping up on her as he relentlessly drove into her faster, harder, and deeper than anyone ever had.