The way he’d placed her gave him more than enough room to maneuver. She couldn’t bring her legs together, trapped in place by his larger body. He forced her against the headrest, pressing her back into the chair. Bending at the waist, he dipped his head. The heat of his breath caressed her clit, his lips hovering over her vaginal lips. Another warm, wet gush from her pussy had her cheeks burning hot. She fought to breathe, clutching at the faux leather beneath her.
“You smell good,” he cooed, staring at her mound. “So hot. So damn sweet.”
His tongue lashed out and ran up her crease. As soon as he touched her clit she released a soft cry and shifted her hips. Electricity zinged up her back, spreading out through her torso. In an instant she wanted to come, hanging right over the edge. She clawed at the chair, waiting to see what he’d do next.
“Lie back and relax. I’m going to enjoy this as much as you do. I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks.”
He had? For some reason she found that hard to believe.
She was hardly the stuff of dreams.
The first laps of his tongues against her pussy didn’t ease her tension. Then slowly, as he paid attention to her inner folds, her muscles relaxed. He seemed to know when she’d given in. With a groan he increased the pressure, running his tongue from the mouth of her vagina to her clit. Using his thumbs, he parted her center. She held back a moan, biting her lip. He lifted his eyes, meeting her gaze.
Then she understood why he’d wanted her to look at him when she’d sucked his cock.
She’d never felt that level of connection with any other person. Like this she was completely open to him. There were no secrets, no barriers between them. He could see past the mask she wore, to the woman she kept tucked away. One look—a simple locking of the eyes—and he knew everything about her. Even knowing that, she didn’t dare break the connection. He studied her as he kept going, licking at her seam. The presence she’d felt earlier returned, like a shadow in the back of her mind.
Ours.
Tiny prickles danced over her skin at her torso, extending to her arms and legs. It felt as though feathers danced along the inside of her skin, tracing over every contour and crevice. The heat in her stomach returned, a strange haze of red coating her vision. She let go of the chair and placed her arms over her head. Resting back, she let her thighs fall apart.
“Hell yes,” Declan rasped, licking at her sex. “Let it happen, baby. You’re so soft here, made just for me.”
Two fingers teased her entrance, swirling outside her pussy. She tried not to tense up when Declan worked them inside her, using the wetness from his mouth and her arousal to pave the way. Running his tongue over her clit, he flexed his wrist, sending his fingers deeper. She gasped when he touched a sensitive spot inside her, bucking against his hand.
“Declan.”
“Easy,” he murmured and pushed his fingers all the way in. “Easy, baby.”
Easy? Is he insane?
It felt too good, her pussy so deliciously full. She wanted him to move those fingers and part her like a whisper. Things had progressed quickly between them, meaning it wouldn’t be long before he replaced his hand with his cock. She wasn’t sure how well she’d take him but she was already anticipating the moment, picturing the broad head stretching her wide. Declan had been considerate so far. How would he be when he ditched the tenderness? Would she be able to handle the man when he lost his carefully constructed control?
A spark of desire speared through her, the voice in her head becoming a howl.
He’d given her a sample of what he’d be like when she’d dropped to her knees in front of him. She’d seen the flare in his eyes, watched the tic in his jaw. Even then he’d done his best to be easy with her, keeping his own needs in check. Each time he handled her he did so as though she might break, keeping things slow and deliberate.
That’s not what she needed. Not anymore.
“It’s not enough.” She exhaled the words, rolling her hips. “Stop tormenting me.”
“Rachel.”
The way he said her name served as a warning of some kind. Too bad she didn’t have the patience to find out what he was trying to tell her. Grasping the top of the seat, she lifted her hips. His fingers slid deeper, thick and heavy inside her. She focused on her vaginal muscles, flexing down. If he wasn’t going to give her what she needed she’d take it for herself. Her body felt primed, ready to board the train to ecstasy. She pulled away, prepared to ride his hand to orgasm.
He prevented movement, grasping her by the hip. “Damn it. Don’t challenge me. Not now.”
Take him! The voice thundered in her head. Claim him as ours.
The itchy sensation under her skin increased, bringing on another tidal wave of lust and need. She couldn’t think clearly, driven by pure sensation. His fingers felt amazing inside her, the heat of his breath teasing her folds. She wanted to feel his tongue caressing her flesh as he moved his fingers in and out of her pussy. Then—after she climaxed—she could roll onto her knees and present herself to him.
He belonged to her. Once mated, no one could ever force them apart.
A snarl crept up her throat, an odd, itchy sensation beneath her skin spreading like wildfire. She needed this more than ever. Declan was sexy as hell. Other women would want him too. She’d been bitten, not born. That could threaten everything. They had to seal their union before it was too late. The thoughts in her head tumbled together—some of the notions her own, others the impressions of the animal inside her.
Clarity arose, a harsh realization slamming into her chest.
The wolf.
Shit.
She started to tear herself away. Declan must’ve sensed the shift. In an instant his lips surrounded her clit, his tongue rubbing against the hard nub as he sucked. The breath left her lungs, her body surrendering to his touch. He wasn’t tender any longer, slamming his hand against her, pumping his fingers in and out of her sex. Warmth bloomed over her, the pressure in her belly building.
So close… So close.
He waggled his head, moaning as he did.
White speckles floated before her eyes, the tension inside her detonating like a fireball. She writhed against his hand, pushing her clit into his mouth, releasing a scream of pleasure and pain. The wolf—something she finally recognized even if she didn’t want to accept it—damned her for her insecurities, wanting her to see past her doubts to embrace the future they needed. Now that she’d gained release the creature had stopped chanting in her head. She was grateful to receive at least this much from her other half.
She went limp, boneless as she draped herself over the seat.
This couldn’t be all she had to look forward to, could it?
If she didn’t accept Declan’s claim would she ever find any measure of peace?
Although she kept her eyes closed she sensed Declan’s departure. His fingers eased from her sensitive flesh, his scent drifting from her as he walked away. She heard the rustle of clothing, knew he was adjusting his jeans and putting them back in place. It dawned on her that she should show some amount of composure. She closed her legs and brought them to her chest, wanting to cry for some strange reason she didn’t understand.
Poor Declan.
Just by wanting her he’d drawn the short end of the stick.
“It’s okay, sweet girl.” Her skin prickled at the endearment. She’d expected Declan to sound angry or annoyed. Instead he sounded almost sad. A hand wrapped around her wrist, followed by a firm tug. “Let’s get out of here. I’m going to take you to get your things and then we’ll go home. You need to rest.”