Betrayal: Reckless Desires (Dark Wolves Book 2) (6 page)

“Thank you.” So he knew she preferred the sweet fruit to the meat. Interesting.

Amalija closed her eyes and moaned as she enjoyed the first bite of her favorite treat, knowing full well what the sound would do to him. She pretended not to hear his gasp or his corresponding groan. If she thought she could get away with it, she’d do it again, but she didn’t want to be too obvious. When she opened her eyes, his gaze was fixed on her mouth. She licked the sweet fruit from the corner of her lip, thrilled at how his eyes darkened in response. A moment later, he adjusted his jeans and looked out over the rippling water of the lake.

“Amalija,” he said, his voice a lot huskier than she expected, “why are we here?”

Straight to the point. She could handle that.

She took an unsteady breath, then looked into his eyes. With a little shake of her head, she smiled. “We need to have a serious talk, but I want to swim first. Do you mind?”

His eyebrows shot up, but then he nodded. “Sure, go ahead.”

“Want to join me?” she asked as she stood.

“No, thanks. I’ll wait here.”

She shrugged and took a step back. “Suit yourself.” Being in the water wasn’t required for what she intended. She bit her lip, then without warning, she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and whipped it over her head, dropping it onto the blanket right next to him. Before he could close his mouth or utter a word, she reached back, unhooked her bra, and dropped that, too.

Before he could say anything she was already popping the snap of her jeans. She toed off her sneakers, and in the next instant, she had both her jeans and her panties down around her ankles.

Wesken swallowed hard. It was bad enough that all his blood had gone straight to his groin when she’d moaned at the taste of her favorite treat, but to then stand there smiling at him as she stripped every bit of her clothes off…

He wasn’t a fucking machine. She was a beautiful woman. More than beautiful—damn near perfect. “Where is your swimsuit?” was all he could manage.

“I didn’t bring it. No one else comes out here, so it’s safe.”

He fought to keep his gaze above her neck, but even that wasn’t safe. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and smiled again. “You can still join me if you’d like.”

“That’s not a good idea.” Though, for the life of him, the reason behind that was getting fuzzier by the second.

“It’s an excellent idea. We’re not mates… so what? You’re male, and I’m female. We’re obviously attracted to one another—why not enjoy ourselves?”

“Amalija.”

She pulled her long hair over her shoulder. He might have stood a chance at not looking had she not brought her hand up and run the tips of her fingers from her shoulder to her breast. His cock jumped against the denim holding him back. His wolf surged forward.
Mine.

No. Not ours
, he insisted, but even he was having a hard time believing it.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything more than what it is—two people enjoying the pleasures of their bodies. Once wasn’t enough for me, Wesken. Was it enough for you?”

He should lie and tell her he’d already forgotten about it, but he wanted her so badly it hurt. “No.”

She smiled at him again. “I lie awake at night imagining your hands on me, touching me.” She slid her hand down her belly. If she touched herself, even a little, he’d be lost.

His lungs burned as he watched her fingers travel lower.
Just a little further.

But she stopped there, stroking little circles against her flesh until he looked up at her again.

“It’s not my fingers I want there, Wesken. I want you—your fingers, your lips, your tongue… and I want your cock. The question is, will you let me have them?”

She nibbled at her bottom lip again. In an instant, he was up and had his shirt off. He didn’t care where it landed as long as it was gone and his skin could make contact with hers. His mouth came down on hers in a hard, desperate kiss. Teeth and tongues collided, but it was worth it when she melted against him and moaned. Reaching between them, she tugged at the snap of his jeans until it gave, then she slipped her hand behind the zipper. With his cock so hard, it was a tight fit, but she wiggled it in there anyway, making him groan.

With her free hand, Amalija tugged the zipper down, then pulled at his jeans so they fell to his upper thighs before she gave a contented sigh and wrapped her small hand around his shaft.

Already, it was too much. If he didn’t slow things down, he’d be done in minutes, and if he was going to get to enjoy her body again, he wanted to take the time to enjoy it.

He pulled his mouth from hers, and she whimpered. “You said you wanted my fingers…”

She peppered his jaw with kisses, scraping her teeth along the edge. “And your mouth,” she admitted.

Pulling her against him, he lifted her so that her feet no longer touched the ground and carried her back to the blanket. He lay her on her back, then stood there, looking his fill. Every part of her was perfect. Her lips, open and pouty, were swollen from his kiss. Her breasts heaved as she waited for him to come to her. The same greedy, little fingers that had wrapped themselves around his cock moments before now clutched the blanket on either side of her. She was the perfect image of want and need, and he couldn’t resist her. But that didn’t mean he would rush. No. The last time—the only time—they had been together, it had been fast and furious. This time, he wanted to find every pleasure point in her body and use them to make her scream his name.

He lowered himself over her, but when she brought her arms up to his shoulders and her legs around his waist, he stopped. “We’re playing by my rules. Hands and legs down. Don’t move until I say so,” he ordered.

Her hands went back to gripping the blanket, and she put her feet on the ground, her knees splayed wide, giving him full access.

“Much better,” he said as he sank onto her. His cock, hard as steel, rested between her legs, so close to where he wanted to be, but he wouldn’t give in that easily. With his weight behind him, he tilted his pelvis, stroking her with his shaft. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her lips parted with a soft sigh. “Like that, do you?”

“So much,” she admitted.

When she didn’t move, he repeated the thrust, and she moaned again. “Such a good girl. But that’s not what you asked for, is it?”

“Yes, it is,” she said, her voice breathless. “I said I wanted your cock.”

“You did,” he thrust against her again. “But you also said you wanted my fingers. And my mouth. And my tongue,” he reminded her.

With her cheeks flushed a pretty pink and her lips parted, he wanted to devour every inch of her. He gave her another long, hard kiss, not letting up until she arched into him with a helpless whimper. Trailing his tongue down her neck, he licked and kissed his way to her collarbone, where he gave her skin a little nip. His wolf surged forward, begging for a deeper bite, but he kept it light, teasing her. She gasped, then moaned, but still, she didn’t move.

Her breasts heaved up and down with her haggard breaths, teasing him. With his mouth poised over her right nipple, he darted his tongue out, flicked the tip over her tight peak, then captured it in his mouth. He sucked gently at first, preparing her. By the time he finished with the right and moved to the left, her soft, little pants and moans came closer and closer together. If he wasn't careful, she’d come before he got to taste her, and he didn’t want that to happen. Not this time.

Pulling his lips away, he waited until she opened her eyes and focused them on him. “First the fingers,” he said as he trailed them down her belly to that soft spot she had been circling before. He hesitated only a moment before sliding one finger between her folds. He expected her wetness, anticipated it, but even still, the slickness of it on his finger sent a jolt through him right to his cock, making it jerk. Soon, he would take her again, but not yet.

Her eyes widened, and her hips pushed up against him. “I…Wesken,” she whispered before moaning again.

“Don’t come yet,” he demanded, stilling his finger at the very edge of her opening.

With her eyes shut tight, she took deep breaths. Only when she relaxed again did he slip his finger in up to the first knuckle. Using his thumb, he swiped over her clit before diving in all the way. Amalija gasped, and the tight, little muscles inside her clutched at his finger as he pulled it out again.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted.

“You can take more, beautiful.” To prove his point, he slid his finger out, then dove back in with two, stroking her clit with his thumb again. Amalija’s thighs trembled, and she bit her lip, fighting to do as he’d told her. “That’s right. Soon you can come for me.”

Just a little bit more pressure on her clit, and she’d climax. Part of him wanted to do that and watch as ecstasy rolled over her, but another part—a greedier part—needed to take it all. Had to taste her as she came undone. Have her writhing and helpless as he feasted on her. “What else did you ask for, Amalija? What came after my fingers?”

His cock ached with each deep throb that pounded into it as he waited for her reply. He pulled his fingers almost all the way out before sliding them back in. Her needy sighs made him throb harder. “Tell me, Amalija, or I won’t do it.”

Her back arched off the blanket as he drove his fingers into her again.

“Your mouth…and tongue,” she whispered between breathy moans.

“That’s right.” He didn’t make her wait any longer. He took one long, deep breath, searing her scent deep in his soul before he took her swollen clit between his lips and sucked. Amalija cried out and bucked against him, but he held her steady with a hand on her hip. He hummed against her and softly scraped his teeth over her tender flesh. She cried out longer, louder, but still, she held on. “You can come now, beautiful.”

In an instant, the greedy, little muscles of her pussy tensed and released around his invading fingers. Her body shook, and her cries grew louder. He didn’t stop, plunging and retreating with his fingers as he lapped at her juices, savoring each drop until she slowly came back to earth.

“More,” she whispered once her breathing was under control again and she was able to speak. “We’re not done yet.”

Wesken had no desire to deny her. No power to do so, even if he did. Taking her hips in his hands, he flipped her smoothly so that she was on her hands and knees before him. “What do you want, Amalija?” he asked, his voice gravelly and wild.

She shoving her hips back, grinding her ass against him. “Your cock. I want your cock, Wesken.”

With restraint he wasn’t sure he possessed, he lined himself up and pushed the head of his cock inside her. Amalija moaned and pressed back.

“No. You’ll have what I give you, not an inch more,” he warned. Though what he’d do if she pressed the issue, he wasn’t sure. What he did know was that he needed to be buried balls deep inside her. He needed to pound into her and lose himself in all that heat and softness.

Amalija went down onto her elbows, keeping her ass up high for him, but didn’t push onto him again. “Good girl. You’ve got me so hard, Amalija. I’m not going to last long. I want you to reach between your legs and stroke that pretty little clit of yours until you come all over me.”

He waited until she’d obeyed before thrusting deeper, giving her another couple of inches. It was too much. Too tight. He withdrew most of the way and listened to her soft moans before taking her again, going a little farther than before. When he pulled out again, he adjusted his stance, then plunged all the way in. Amalija cried out, and her body trembled around him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, and each time she did, the words pulsed through him, igniting him further.

With his hands on her hips, he thrust deeper, faster, harder. The sound of skin against skin washed over him as he lost himself in her body. When she became silent, and her pussy clamped around him, he roared up into the summer sky, releasing himself deep inside her. Each spasm of her body as she clenched him tight and released over and over pulled every drop from him until he was spent. He managed to brace himself long enough to land half on her and half off to the side as they both collapsed onto the blanket.

Amalija could hardly believe what had happened. She’d hoped that it would, but nothing in her imagination could have prepared her for the intensity of the lovemaking she and Wesken had shared. Of course, he’d deny it was lovemaking, but she knew better. It had taken every bit of her iron will not to claim him. And she hadn’t missed his canines protruding or the feel of them on her body.

It took a few minutes, but he finally shifted to his side, lifting his delicious weight from her body. She would have protested, but he pulled her along with him, pressing her back into his chest, cradling her in his arms. He brought his hand to her breast, cupping it as he nuzzled the back of her neck and shoulder. Again, his canines scraped her skin, and her breath hitched in her throat. He didn’t bite her, but that was okay. Before anything permanent could happen, she had to tell him the truth, and he had to come to terms with being her mate.

“That feels nice,” she said as she tilted her head, giving him better access.