Dark Wolf Running (Bloodrunners) (25 page)

Then he rolled her pliant body to her front, moving her as if she weighed no more than a feather, when she was hardly a little wisp of a woman. As his warm lips pressed a tender kiss between her shoulder blades, and he flicked his tongue against her skin, pleasure spiraled through her in a burst of searing sparks of heat.
Wow!
She hadn’t even known that her back was an erogenous zone, but she quivered from the touch of his mouth and his tongue as he worked his way down her spine, until he was literally kissing her ass. Then his mouth was gone, and the next thing she knew he was straddling her legs as he kneaded her bottom with his big hands.

“Christ,” he growled. “You have such a sweet ass, El.”

She pressed her smiling face against the sheets and laughed. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I don’t like it. I fucking
love
it.” He trailed his fingers along the sensitive crease, going lower, until he was squeezing his hand between her thighs, stroking the swollen, slippery folds of her sex. He worked one of those long fingers inside her, then added another, his breath hissing between his teeth as she tightened around him, sticking her bottom in the air. “Damn, woman. You’re driving me crazy.”

“I think that’s my line,” she gasped, her breath hitching as he replaced his fingers with his thumb, then started rubbing those two slick fingers against her softly pulsing clit. She came in a violent, blinding rush, stunned by how quickly the orgasm hit her, her throat raw from the force of her screams by the time her body had finally started to ease back down. Then he pulled his thumb free, shoving those long fingers back inside her clutching tissues. He leaned over her and set his teeth in her shoulder just as he hooked those wicked digits at the perfect angle, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her that made her go wild, a second orgasm slamming into her hard on the heels of the first.

Elise thought he might let her catch her breath then, but he just kept pushing...and pushing...his rough voice at her ear, telling her exactly how much he liked making her shiver and burn and melt for him. He was diabolical in his intent to blow her mind, steeping her in sharp-edged ecstasy until she was no longer made of bone and blood and tissue. She was nothing but lush, decadent, pulsing currents of heat and need and sensation, lost in a timeless sea of passion, utterly at his mercy.

By the time he rolled her onto her back again, she could only breathe in sharp, desperate gasps, every individual cell of her body craving his possession. He pressed his hot, hard body against hers, bracing himself on his elbows as he touched his lips to her damp temple and nuzzled her skin, tasting her with the tip of his tongue.

A slow, evocative smile curled her mouth. “Are you licking me?”

His chest shook with a husky laugh. “Busted.”

She turned her head to the side, giving him better access as he worked his way down the side of her throat, licking and nipping. “Why?”

“Because you taste so damn sweet.”
Lick.
“And addictive.”
Nip.
“And insanely delicious.”

“Mmm...I love the way you taste, too.”

He froze at her words with his head buried between her breasts, his body locked hard and tight with tension as a raw, primitive sound rumbled up from deep in his chest. “Wyatt?” she whispered, stroking his hair with her hand, sensing that he was struggling with his control. “Shh, it’s okay. I trust you, remember?”

“Jesus, El. I can’t wait,” he growled, his hot breath puffing against her damp skin. Then he suddenly lurched to the side, reaching for the top drawer in his bedside table, and she knew he was going for a condom.

“You don’t need it,” she murmured, reaching out and grasping his wrist.

Blinking the salty sting of sweat from his eyes, Wyatt cut his burning gaze back to Elise, his heart giving a little kick when he found her smiling up at him. “You sure?” he rasped, the idea of sinking into her in the raw damn near killing him.

“I’m on the Pill. Have been for a long time. So if you want—”

“Hell, yes, I want!” he practically shouted, cutting her off. He knew he owed her a sweet, tender seduction, but he just couldn’t do it. He’d needed her for too damn long, and now he was helpless to do anything but feed his craving. Shoving her thighs wide, Wyatt kneeled between them and gripped her behind her knees, holding her open as he stared down at the flushed, glistening folds of her sex. For a moment, he almost forgot how to breathe, she was
that
stunning. So fucking beautiful it blew his mind.

Bracing himself over her on a straight arm, Wyatt reached down and positioned himself at her delicate entrance, his chest working like a frigging bellows. He could feel the burning heat of her stare as he pressed forward, sinking into her a few inches, and the pleasure immediately rolled up his spine, spreading through his body like a hot, molten heat. His eyelids quivered as his nostrils flared, throat working as he gave a hard swallow, damn near choking on emotion. Then he gave her a little more, working against her body’s tight resistance, and it was even better.

Christ, what the hell is happening to me?

It was true that he’d always liked sex and fully enjoyed it, but now he realized that was only because he’d never grasped what he was missing. Hadn’t understood. But he got it now. God, did he get it. It was like living with a lifetime of vanilla and then suddenly finding yourself immersed in a flavor so amazing it actually had the power to change you. To shift and twist and torque you into something new. Something better. Something that...belonged.

Feels fucking incredible,
his wolf rumbled, its guttural voice thick with pleasure.
Need more...

Yeah, he did, too. But as she gripped his biceps in her soft hands, Wyatt knew he had to be careful. He was built too damn big for her snug sheath, his thick shaft dragging at the plush, silken walls of her sex. He had to work in careful nudges to make her take a little more of him, the soft, voluptuous flesh slippery and slick. But she was so tight it was unreal, and he felt like a complete bastard for loving it so much when he knew she had to be uncomfortable.

“Sorry,” he gasped, closing his eyes as he concentrated on going slow. After what felt like an effing eternity, he was finally lodged against the mouth of her womb, her tender sheath pulsing around him in an exquisitely hot, possessive hold. His lips pulled back from his teeth, and sweat rolled from his temples, stinging the corners of his eyes. “You’re so damn tight, El, and it feels incredible. But I’m terrified I’m gonna hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she breathed out, running her soft hands over his shoulders.

“I’ll be careful,” he groaned, shaking as he fought for control. He pulled back, then carefully worked himself back into her slippery heaven, his jaw clenched so hard his teeth hurt. All he could keep thinking was that this was his woman, and he finally had her, and she felt more perfect than anything he could have ever imagined. Perfect, hot and drenched...and tighter than a goddamn fist.

“Wyatt, look at me,” she whispered.
“Please.”

He lifted his spiked lashes, trying to conceal how hard this was for him as he finally locked his burning gaze with hers.

“Don’t you dare hold back on me,” she said in a low, fervent voice, squeezing his shoulders. “I want
all
of you. Everything. All that you’ve got, Wyatt. It won’t scare me. I promise.”

“Christ, El. You think I don’t want that? But I have to take care of you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Everything,” she snapped stubbornly. “Right now. Or walk away. I don’t need to be coddled like a baby.”

“I’m not coddling you!” he growled, pulling back his hips and then pushing in even deeper. “And no way in hell am I leaving you!”

Cupping the hot side of his face in her palm, she said, “Then stop worrying about how I’m going to react to what you want and just take it.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” His voice was rough, his muscles twitching as he fought to hold still inside her.

She lifted her hand, pushing his hair back from his brow, and gave him a playfully crooked smile. “Trust me, Wyatt. I just might surprise you.”

That’s my girl, tossing those challenging words right back at me.

A choked, gritty laugh punched up from his chest, and he came down over her, bracing his weight on his elbows as he pressed his forehead against hers. “Okay, we’ll do it your way, El.” He lifted his head and gave her a hard stare. “But you have to promise to tell me if it’s too much.”

“I promise,” Elise whispered, loving the way his eyes got even darker when she bit her lip. She could feel his need and his power locked up tight inside him, but it didn’t frighten her. It just made her feel needed and powerful herself. Made her feel wanted...and necessary. An amazing feeling, when she’d never been necessary to anyone before. Her brothers loved her, but they didn’t
need
her.

Wyatt
did.

True to his word, he pulled back his hips and then squeezed himself back inside, working against her tight resistance. Then he did it again and again, each grinding lunge making her gasp as he nearly went beyond her limit, hitting the end of her, her nails digging deeper into the slick indentations of muscle on his back. And somewhere in the midst of it all, her body stopped resisting. She was still tight, clenching down on him with every mind-shattering stroke. But the pleasure was outweighing the discomfort, making her desperate for every incredible thing he could make her feel. She’d been so starved for so long, and now she couldn’t get enough.

“Harder,” she moaned, craving the feel of him letting go.
“Faster!”

He gave her exactly what she’d asked for, using every part of his magnificent body to immerse her in a pleasure that was so deep it threatened to consume her. Their bodies heated and trembled, skin sliding against skin as he moved and thrust in an ever-increasing rhythm, shoving himself into her. His hips hammered against hers as he gripped the backs of her knees again, spreading her even wider, a savage, visceral growl on his lips as he somehow rode her even harder. He found her lips, his wicked mouth working over hers with hungry aggression, kissing the holy living hell out of her, until they had to break apart for air. Sharp, breathless cries repeatedly spilled from her lips as he took her...and took her, the bed slamming into the wall so violently she was surprised they hadn’t busted through it.

And, boy, would that be a fun one to explain to my brother,
she thought with a mischievous smile, running her open mouth up the strong, corded length of Wyatt’s throat, loving the salty taste of his skin. Almost as much as she loved the wickedly sexy sounds he made when she did it.

“Fuck, El. I’m going over,” he growled, burying his face in the curve of her shoulder, his breathing hard and ragged. Then he suddenly reared back, taking her with him as he sat on his heels, her legs straddling his powerful thighs, his strong hands clamping her to him as he rammed his massive shaft deeper. He shoved into her with two hard, thick thrusts, the blistering heat of his release surging inside her, again and again, making her scream as it triggered her own powerful, heart-stopping climax. His body shuddered as dark energy roared through him with savage force, feral and wild, and for the first time since they’d shared their first kiss, Elise felt the press of his fangs sliding against her skin. He didn’t break the surface, just skimmed them over her damp flesh, letting her know they were there. It was the loveliest compliment, telling her that she’d not just satisfied the man, but his beast, as well.

“You okay?” he whispered, sounding out of breath, while her body continued to pulse around him in little vibrating aftershocks of pleasure that made them both twitch and groan.

She licked her lips, searching for her voice, and finally managed to find it. “I can honestly say that I’ve never been better. There isn’t even a close second, Wyatt.”

He lifted his head and smiled at her, slow and sweet and heartbreakingly beautiful. “Me, too.”

“You liked it?” she whispered, sounding shy, which just made her laugh, considering she’d been a freaking wild woman.

“I loved it,” Wyatt rumbled, and it was so damn true. Christ, he’d come so hard—so
much
—and for a moment there he’d wondered if it were ever going to stop. “You’ve ruined me for life.”
And you’ve sure as hell ruined me for other women.

She smiled, the glowing expression on her beautiful face telling him how much she liked what he’d said, and she lowered her head, pressing those plump, tender lips to his healing shoulder. “I hope you didn’t hurt yourself,” she murmured, her husky voice soft with exhaustion and concern and what he sure as hell hoped was happiness. Raw, blinding “I’ll never be able to get enough of this man” happiness.

Oh, yeah, she’d ruined the hell out of him.

He didn’t know how it was possible, but he was still hard as a rock inside her, his body craving the feel of her. The warmth and the sweetness. He’d never felt like this in his life and it should have been scaring the shit out of him, but he was too damn gone to care.

Keeping them connected, Wyatt laid down with her in his arms and forced himself to carefully pull out of her body, not wanting to make her any more tender and sore than she was probably already feeling. He might be in a world of hurt, already needing more of her, but he could suck it up and control himself when he knew it was what
she
needed.

“Tell me something,” he whispered into the moonlit darkness after reaching over and turning out the light, thinking he could get closer to her in other ways, instead of just the physical. “Something that nobody else knows about you, El.”

“Why?” she asked, sliding her leg over his hip.

He held her a little tighter, loving the press of her soft, feminine body cushioned against his hard planes and hair-roughened limbs. “Because you’re mine and I want to feel close to you.”

He could feel her smile against his chest. “Okay, but you had better not laugh at me.”