Pursued by a Werewolf (Mystic Isle, Book 4) (17 page)

Once again she was amazed by his strength, the fact that he didn't waiver as he held her. Didn't strain or stumble or lose his grip. She felt perfectly secure in his arms, worry free, able to enjoy each sensual glide of his lips against hers.

She sucked his tongue into her mouth and threaded her fingers through his hair. As long as she lived, she would never get over how delicious and raw sex was with Hunter Ciolek. He was a perfect delicious fire. Warming her. Claiming her. Seducing her.

With one arm holding her to him he dropped carefully to his knees then  leaned forward. Cool sand met her back but he stayed pressed against her front. Breasts flat against his chest, he ground his cock against her.

“Too...many...clothes,” she said between fabulously sloppy kisses.

He rose up on his elbows and stared down at her. The moon lit the sky back-dropped him in a bright navy blanket full of twinkling stars. His eyes were a brilliant green, full of desire and the tightness in his jaw spoke of a barely controlled need. She'd always loved that about him. How he went for what he wanted, took what he needed. He didn't play the slow and sweet card when hard, hot, and fast were on tap.

Rising further, he took the front of her tank top between his hands. She watched the transformation come over him, saw the sharp nails protrude from the tips of his fingers. A tendril of fear raced through her as he used his thumbnail to slice a slit up the front of the taut fabric.

She swallowed hard and licked her lips. Trembling beneath him, she saw the wolf lurking just below the surface.

“I would never hurt you,” he said. Had he read her mind? Or did he notice the anxiety flowing through her?

“I've never seen...” She swallowed again. “A
were
.”

With a single claw, he carefully brushed the ruined shirt out of the way and leaned over her, inhaling deeply. He watched her closely as if he could detect the slightest lie. “Do you want to?”

“Is it-- painful?”

He knelt between her thighs again, his hands sliding down her stomach. It was obvious that he took great care to keep from scratching her. What did it say about her that she found the danger arousing?

“Yes,” he said simply. No sugar coating it.

She liked that.

“Do you have control?”

“Yes.”

Before he could rip the soaking wet yoga pants from her hips, she placed her palms against the smooth plain of his abs. “Show me.”

There was a long pause as he stared down at her. Then he rocked back on his heels and stood. The full change was faster than she'd anticipated. His muscles bulked up, his bones cracked as his features took on that of the wolf. A soft dusting of gray fur sprouted over his shoulders, arms and legs. The claws remained. The polo shirt and shorts ripped.

He took another step back and dropped his head.

Heart in her throat, she stood and took him in. She'd imagined something...more sinister. An abomination, as the myths suggested. Not the beautiful creature before her.

A perfect blend of man and beast. Not dripping with drool but alert, focused on her. Deadly, yes, but completely controlled too.

She shrugged off what was left of her tank top and let it drop to the ground.

“May I?” she asked, reaching out.

He nodded and stepped into her touch.

If possible, he was even warmer now. The hair covering much of his skin was ultra-fine and silky soft. She couldn't resist petting him, but the growl that rumbled out of him had her taking a quick step back.

He followed, taking her hand in his, holding it against his heart. The organ beat a rapid thump-thump-thump against her palm.

She closed her eyes, absorbing the feel of him. The heat. The rhythm of his heart.

Her other senses took over. The sound of the waves lapping at the shore intensified, a delightful soundtrack for a breathtaking moment. His hand slid down her arm to her waist and south over her hip bone. A quietness came over her. It was almost as if time were standing still just for her, for them. There was no tomorrow. Nothing to worry about. Just sky, sea, sand. And him. He'd shown her the truth. The beast that lingered. The creature of myth...that wasn't so mythical.

But rather, legendary.

Beautiful. Powerful. Dangerous.

But she didn't fear him. Wasn't scared of the inhuman strength, the sharp teeth she knew lingered in his mouth, or even the claws at the end of his fingertips. As he'd said, he wouldn't hurt her. And she knew him well enough to trust that. To trust him.

Opening her eyes, she stared the long way up to meet his gaze. A curious glint sparkled in his eyes.

More sure than ever before, she stood up on her tip toes, cupped his muzzle in her hand and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for showing me,” she whispered, staring into those beautiful eyes that had captivated her from the first. His hand fell away from her hip as she took a step back. The sand shifted beneath her feet as she slid her hands down her sides, hooking beneath the elastic of her yoga pants and pushed them down.

She wanted to say something witty. Sexy. Something that would make him groan or bring him to his knees. But words eluded her so she knelt and then laid back.

He didn't break eye contact as he shifted back to his human form.

The next thing she knew he was in his human form again and tan skin was plastered against hers. His sinful lips claimed her in a hard kiss that brought another wave of moisture between her thighs. He cupped the back of her head, holding her where he wanted her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, not wanting to waste a second now that she finally had him where she wanted him. His magnificently hard cock slid against her; quick, shallow strokes that teased her mercilessly.

She raked her nails down his back, kissing and nipping his lips.

He moved south and claimed a nipple with the heat of his mouth and her back arched beneath his masterful ministrations. While his lips were soft, the taut tip of his tongue flicked the hardened peak over and over, exciting every nerve ending in her breast. Just when she thought she couldn’t go any higher, he used his teeth to pluck the thoroughly aroused bud. Air stalled in her lungs as sweet pleasure/pain exploded inside her chest. The sensation didn't stop there, but fed her entire nervous system.

Hot and needy, she felt a little crazy and was more than ready for him to be inside her.

“Take me.” She didn't recognize the breathless voice begging him.

He ignored her plea.

Switching breasts, he gave the other the same wonderful treatment. Driving her wild, making her twist beneath him and cry his name. She tightened her thighs around his hips, needing his attentions. Needing--

“Careful, vamp. We don't want sand everywhere.”

And just like that, she laughed. Laughed even while she was thoroughly and completely seduced. Only Hunter would think of such a thing. Horny and protective at the same time.

Damn, that was sexy.

“Then perhaps I should be on top,” she whispered.

He looked up from her breast and smiled. No. Grinned. The grin of a wolf who had his prey right where he wanted her.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Hunter rolled to his back, bringing the beautiful vampiress with him. She settled her pussy against his cock and slid forward. Slick with her juices, she rotated her hips forward, up, back, and forward again in a continuous loop that had him tossing his head back. Torture. Sheer torture.

He closed his hands over her hips and started to lift her onto his cock. He needed to be buried in that sweet little body more than he needed his next breath.

“Now, now.” She halted his progress with a hand over each of his. “I'm not done with you yet.”

He loved the throaty purr that took over her voice when she was aroused. In his whole life he'd never heard something so sexy.

She skimmed her palms up his stomach and stopped to tease his nipples with her fingertips. He tightened his grip on her hips and groaned.

“Temptress.”

“That's my name,” she cooed, bending over him. Her lovely dark blue eyes met his as she licked a path from his belly button to the center of his chest. The position sent her pussy away from his cock but her lips were making up for the loss. “Don't wear it out.”

Sometimes she didn't make sense, but he liked that about her. Her history colored her life now just as his did. But she was far more interesting. Her Americanisms fascinated him. He'd spent time in her country, but the shopping malls and fast food restaurants hadn't prepared him for a whirlwind like her.

Nothing had prepared him for his mate. Not one hundred plus years of fighting, surviving, scrounging, hunting, learning or fucking. She was completely unique and had the power to bring him to his knees.

“The question is, who do I love first?” Again with the purringly sexy voice.

Her lips pulled up into a sexy smirk that made his cock jerk. She glanced at his left nipple, then the right. Hands planted on his chest, she dipped down and began the slow torture that would make him come if he didn’t stay in control.

He thought about his golf game and tried to ignore the way her ass looked. He was pretty sure his version of
downward dog
didn't look that—fuckable. Grinding his teeth together, he closed his eyes and tried not to feel each exquisite flick of the tip of her tongue against his nipple. It was a losing battle when she used the flat of her tongue. The long, slow licks reminded him of the way her mouth had moved over his cock all those months ago.

He could scarcely believe that she was here, on the beach with him and naked. Oh so naked. Maybe his mind was playing a joke on him, a seriously cruel joke. Or perhaps he was dreaming. Whatever the circumstance, he wasn't letting her go. His heart couldn’t take letting her get away again.

Sex was where they came together, forgot the rest of the world existed. And he needed to make her forget for a long time. Until she came to her senses and realized she couldn't live without him.

“I need you, Avery.”

“Mmm?” The sound hummed from her lips through him.

“Stop teasing me so I can give you what we both need.”

He massaged the flesh over her hips and watched the change in her. She went from dominant to submissive in three heartbeats. Smiling down at him, she rose on her knees and cupped his cock in her hand.

“That's it, baby.”

The corner of her mouth hitched up a little farther and he fell a little harder for the sexy vamp. Who would have thought it? Him...with a vamp. He'd teased Maxim about it, never thinking that his own mate would be a bloodsucker.

Problem was...

She slid down his cock, her juices easing the way. But she was tight. Nice and tight.

Problem was, her sucking ability did him in. It didn't matter that once upon a time his species had been enemies with hers. It didn't matter that he'd probably get odd looks from others. Nothing mattered when she was wrapped around him like a silk lined glove.

Her midnight hair cascaded over her shoulders, hiding her breasts from his view. She kept her hands braced against his forearms, then started the slow, sweet movements that would bring them both to blistering ecstasy.

“That's it, gorgeous. Ride me.”

He knew that his words made her hotter because she always grew wetter and whimpered a little. Those sexy little sounds drove him, because what made it better for her made it better for him. He had to keep a rein on his wolf though. Reminding her how perfect they were together was just part of his plan.

Hands on her hips, he urged her against him. Together they achieved a rocking motion that hit all the right spots: the sensitive underside of his cock and her clit.

“Lean back,” he said a minute later.

Like the graceful athlete she was, she braced her hands against his thighs. The position tilted her pelvis and lifted her breasts. Her hair fell away, revealing her left nipple. He didn’t want to wait to taste those exquisite caramel peaks again but he had to because right now he needed to focus on giving her the best orgasm of her life.

“That’s it, beautiful… harder.”

Her movements became slow and deliberate. The breathless little cries of pleasure assured him that he’d found just the right angle…just the right spot. Leaning up on one elbow, he ran a palm up her stomach and covered the exposed breast.

She rolled her head forward and pegged him with a hot look. Deep blue eyes had never been at the top of his list, but hers seduced him.

He gently squeezed her nipple and watched her face change thanks to the pleasure/pain.

“Don’t stop,” he urged when her movements slowed further.

Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she slid down his cock again. Up. Down. Up. Down.

He tweaked her nipple again, pinching and releasing in time with her movements. Another flood of moisture coated his cock.

That’s it. Just like that
, he sent the message into her mind.

He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her orgasm coiling for release. The perverse part of him wanted to make it last as long as possible, make her wait. He pulled his hand back and saw her, felt her, come back to the here and now. She thrust against him in earnest, taking her pleasure. Her breathing ratcheted up and her mouth dropped into a perfect O shape.

Almost there
, her voice whispered back.

For all of a second he debated stopping her so he could watch her climb to the point of no return a second time. But he wasn’t that much of a bastard.

“You ready, beautiful?”

She nodded. He’d never seen anything more beautiful in his whole life. She was gorgeous on any given day, but flush with pleasure and taut with anticipation…

After brushing the sand from his hand, he reached between her thighs and rubbed his thumb against the hood of her clit. Soft circles at first, winding up to more pressure. She stopped moving and tilted her hips, pressing herself against his thumb.

The orgasm claimed her in a swift release, her inner muscles tightening around him, coaxing him to let himself go. Her head dropped back and her skin tightened like leather over a drum barrel.