Authors: Terry Bolryder
M
averick wanted
everything to be perfect tonight for Harmony.
She was scheduled to fly back to New York in just a few days, and while she hadn’t said she would stay, it at least seemed to be an option.
He’d placed small candles that he’d gotten from Shane all around the small bedroom. He pulled the drapes closed. It was a beautiful moonlit night, but he wanted privacy.
He lit the candles and looked at the clock on his nightstand. Almost time.
He walked out of his house and onto the lit path that led to the lodge. Harmony was already waiting on the porch, and his heart skipped a beat.
He’d really enjoyed their “date” today. Just talking to her. Getting to know her, even though his bear had felt like he knew her from the moment they met.
She didn’t fully understand what had happened to him as a cub. She couldn’t yet because he couldn’t tell her about him until the time was right, when he knew she wouldn’t reject him.
But it had been nice to see caring in her face. She was bonding with him. He was sure of it.
And she’d asked to stay tonight. Something he’d wanted each time they’d made love.
When he reached the porch, his eyes raked over her. She’d called him to say she was having dinner at the lodge with her friends, and he’d taken the time to have his own quick dinner and get things ready.
But she looked beautiful. Her curls pulled up into an elegant updo, her lips glossed in the right red. And she was wearing a red dress that lit his hide on fire with anticipation of stripping it off her.
Perhaps there were some benefits to being human after all.
He reached out a hand, and she took it as she walked down the front steps. When she reached him, he intertwined their fingers as they walked silently back to his cabin.
His place was a little farther away than Shane’s or Jesse’s, but it was a beautiful night.
When winter came, it would be a little more difficult to get out here, but he looked forward to carrying her there in his arms over the deep white snow. Or back to the lodge. Or anywhere she wanted to go.
He noticed the more time he spent with Harmony, the less his bear screamed to get out of his skin. The less he felt like he needed to wander the mountains alone.
That was something special about her. Most people made him want to run
into
the mountains. Harmony made him want to stay on the ground.
This was the feeling of having a mate, he decided, as he opened the front door to lead her in.
She gasped as she saw the fresh wildflowers in a vase on the living room table. They were only in a tall glass, but judging by her huge smile when he gave them to her, they might as well have been in a million-dollar vase.
It made him grin.
But then he put aside the vase and pulled her close, gently moving her strap to the side so he could kiss her neck. Her shoulder was silky and soft bared to him, and he growled as he kissed that as well.
Harmony’s hands found his chest and pushed, shoving him back toward the bedroom. He went willingly, pulling on the tie he’d put on just for her, ignoring the fact that it felt like it was strangling him.
Harmony tugged at his suit jacket, and it felt to the floor in a heap as they stepped over it and went to the bed.
She was still fumbling with his tie as his legs hit the bed and he fell back onto it. He pulled himself backward onto it, and she crawled on with him.
Their sexual chemistry was perfect. Even without words, they seemed to understand perfectly what the other wanted.
His hands found the straps of her dress and pulled them down over her shoulders, momentarily trapping them at her sides as he reached for the zipper and dragged it down.
It slid over her in a wave of red silk, baring her creamy brown skin and luscious cleavage in a black satin bra.
Damn, she knew how to please him.
He reached around to unhook the bra, but she stopped his hand, bringing it back around the front.
She was straddling him now, her thick, gorgeous thighs pinning him to the bed, though he could easily reverse the positions if necessary.
She held his hands up at the side of his head, a playful look on her gorgeous, sassy face. “I want to be in charge tonight. At least for a while.”
He blinked. The female in control? What good could come of that? What could he be doing for her if he wasn’t doing anything?
He blinked as she reached for his tie, slid it fully out of his collar, and stretched it between her hands, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Oh, no, she didn’t. If anyone was going to be tied…
“Please?” she asked.
He growled, looking at the puny material. She didn’t actually think that would hold him, did she?
Still, a tiny part of him was curious what she would do if she thought he couldn’t move away.
“Fine,” he said, moving up to the head of the bed and resting his hands next to the iron headboard. He waited as she looped the material around his hands and then the bar, watching her with thoughtful eyes.
When she was done, she studied him with lust, and he could see himself reflected in her dark eyes, tied to the bed, collar open, sitting beneath her.
He looked stupid. He was sure of it.
But her eyes were hungrier than he’d ever seen them, and she gave him a long up-and-down look before her hands grabbed each side of the dress shirt Wyatt had lent him. Then, with a rip and several pops, she pulled the shirt apart, sending the buttons scattering everywhere, rolling over the wood floor.
Maverick’s eyes went wide in surprise.
“Turnabout is fair play,” she said, leaning down to press a kiss to his chest, right between the swells of his muscles. He didn’t mind, because it gave him a magnificent view of her breasts pressed together in that amazing bra she was wearing. He licked his lips.
Testing the bonds on his hands, he felt impressed with her knowledge of knots but sure in his ability to get free.
But first, he’d see what his little mate wanted to do to him.
H
armony didn’t think
anything could get hotter than this.
Sure, she liked when Maverick pleased her. Held her down and made her his, made her come over and over.
But right now, she wanted to see him beneath her, writhing in the pleasure
she
gave.
She wanted to be the one owning
him
. Owning this huge bear of a man who couldn’t be tamed by anyone else.
He was unbelievably gorgeous. His tanned chest rising and falling, his incredible pecs strained by the position of his arms and bared by his torn-away shirt.
She hadn’t known her own strength until her lust to see him had made the fabric give way like paper under her hands.
She ran her palms over his huge pecs, which felt amazing, to his rippling abs, each one defined and incredible.
He sucked in a little breath as she did so, and her gaze flicked to him, loving the little confused expression he wore.
She was going to make those pretty brown eyes fly wide by the end of the night. She guaranteed it.
He watched her as she trailed her hands down to the top of his fly. As gorgeous as he looked in these dress pants, with his fabulous, muscular butt pushing them to their limits, she needed him out of them.
She undid the button, slid down the zipper, and then pulled them over his lean hips.
She caught a glimpse of his sexy, taut thighs as she did so.
Heavens, he had a beautiful body. Long, lean, and perfectly proportioned. She ran her hands over his legs, down around his ankles, and up over his muscular, bulging calves.
He made little growls as she did so, but she just laughed, ignoring them.
She came up over him to sit on him again. He was wearing black boxer briefs now, and his impressively large dick was straining upward against the fabric.
Hot.
She dug her nails lightly into his chest as she leaned forward to kiss him, and his tongue swept savagely into her mouth, letting her know just who was really in control and just how much strength and desire was restrained behind that silk tie.
Not that she had any illusions about him being unable to break free if he wanted. But he didn’t want to, and that trust, that openness, meant everything to her.
She didn’t want to be the only vulnerable one.
Giving him a wicked grin, she crawled down the long bed and settled herself between his legs. He bent them up, and she pressed against his knees as she leaned forward, pulling down his briefs and bringing her mouth down over his member.
He gasped as she took it into her mouth. Just the tip because he was so huge. But she loved the feel of him, velvety and hard and soft at the same time. She swirled her tongue around him and heard him give a low groan as he writhed slightly beneath her.
But she didn’t let up. She had to taste him. Had to feel every bit of him, to see him at her mercy, coming in her mouth as all his muscles tensed and his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Harmony, what is—you don’t have to—” But he didn’t seem to be able to keep a coherent thought as her hand begin to stroke his shaft, gliding beneath her mouth as she kissed and sucked his tip. “Oh, that feels good.”
She grinned around his dick. “Good.” She sucked and licked, and her hand played down around his balls, cupping them, massaging the base. He was so long, so thick; she was surprised he even fit inside her at all.
She loved his taste. He was clean and fresh and masculine, but she loved the musk in the air, spicy and totally him. Before she’d even known it, she’d become addicted to that scent. To his feel. To how good things were in bed.
For all she knew, that’d been one of his plans.
But she didn’t care if it had worked. All she knew was she enjoyed this so much she never wanted to leave. Now, how to make him know that but also let him know what she needed in return?
Her eyes flicked up to his, and she saw him biting down on his lip, his hands straining their bonds, his huge muscles flexing as he tried to relax.
She grinned and kept eye contact as she ran her tongue over his tip, and his eyes closed in pleasure, his beautifully curved lips pressing together firmly.
That’s it
, she thought.
Feel this and know no one else can do this for you.
He arched slightly, making his chest that much more impressive, and she increased the tension around him, speeding up with firmer strokes as she took him deeper in her mouth, sucking in and out, licking over the tip.
His breathing was hoarse and fast, and she could feel his thighs growing tenser beneath her. His abs were clenched, his heartbeat rapid.
She loved having this effect on him. If this was how he felt while pleasing her, then she could see why he was so insistent on it.
Her body ached to have this beautiful thing inside her, so thick, so hard, filling her completely. But she kept going, loving the way it was driving him over the edge and would soon make him go.
But then, with a loud groan, she heard material tear and he sat up, pulling the tie from his wrists.
She barely had time to lift her mouth from him before he caught her by the shoulders and rolled her over beneath him. When she looked up, he was straddling her, heaving hard breaths as he looked down at her.
He looked more overwhelmed than she’d ever seen him, but there was a determined glint in his eyes that said this wasn’t over.
“I don’t want to come without you,” he said.
Dammit, she couldn’t be disappointed when he was that sweet. She gasped when he grabbed both her legs and hefted them over his shoulders. He devoured her hungrily, licking and sucking as she writhed, unable to do anything as he trapped her legs. His hot eyes watched her as he ate her up wickedly, driving her as close to the edge as she’d driven him.
“I—I…” Now she was the one who couldn’t think as his tongue swept rapidly over her, more voracious than ever before. She was getting closer, closer, so fast. She’d already been so turned on, so wet from watching him driven crazy by her, that she was already close.
It didn’t take more than a nudge to tip her off the edge, and his amazing oral skills were more than a shove. She toppled over the cliff, falling into a haze of tense pleasure that squeezed her like a vise. Her eyes rolled back as she felt him lower her until only her ankles were over his shoulders.
Then he was inside her, pushing in with that velvet heat as she was still tensing from orgasm. As a result, she was hugely sensitive, and each inch seemed to stretch her to capacity.
She twisted her hands in the sheets, unable to do anything as he watched her with those hot eyes and pounded into her, stroking just the way she liked, hard and slightly circular, hitting every spot.
It wasn’t long before she came again, screaming as sparks erupted behind her eyes, and she thrashed against him and the bed. The next moment, he was gathering her into his arms, still inside her, still hard, and kissing her all over her face and neck as she came, gasping.
When he started to move again, it was tenderer. She could tell this was it, from the intensity in his face and the trembling in his muscles.
Soon, they’d come together, and she couldn’t wait.
He stroked hard, and she locked eyes with him, loving the heat there as they moved toward infinity together. When she went over the edge, he jumped with her, and they held each other as waves of the most intense pleasure shot through every part of their bodies.
He called out her name, and she answered, and together, holding each other and writhing, they rode out the waves. Maverick was all around Harmony, holding her, protecting her, loving her.
Her heart felt full to bursting, and there was nothing she could do to stop the words that came spilling out of her throat.
“I love you,” she said. “Maverick, I love you.”
A beat of silence as he breathed, and then he came close to her ear. “Mate,” he breathed out. “Mine.”
She didn’t know what to make of that but just hugged him as more of her orgasm coursed through her, seemingly set up by the little twitches of him inside her.