“That is just…” He snapped his eyes up to meet hers. “That is one of the sexiest little cunts I’ve ever seen.” Then he smiled again, this time with such feral want Darcy felt her pussy weep for him.
He took in a deep breath and lowered himself, one hand on her hip forcing her to stay put while he used the other to spread her folds and slick her juices all over her skin.
She whimpered with want, bucking her hips in a vain attempt to get his mouth on her.
“Mmm, sweets, you smell good enough to eat. You’re so wet for me, baby. I can’t wait to slip my cock in hard and deep.” He moved in closer, his breath a teasing stroke against her hot, sensitive flesh.
Just as she thought she couldn’t take a moment more, he darted his tongue out and finally tasted her. This time it was his turn to moan. Like a man starved, he didn’t hold back, licking and sucking, plunging his tongue into her before nipping at her clit. Cycling so quickly, so thoroughly, she felt the rise of her orgasm and desperately tried to rein it in, wanting to keep the build up from cresting too soon.
He didn’t give her a chance to chill out. Instead, he amped it up, stroking her so well that she lost all control, her pussy clenching in release, sending spasms of pleasure through her whole body. Fuck, the man was good.
Chapter Three
This woman was hot as hell and Raven was having a hard time keeping his shit together. She was sex embodied, a goddess in beauty—her body plump in all the right places, lean and smooth everywhere else. As she writhed through her orgasm, her pussy clenching, swollen and dripping wet, he just wanted to stay there forever and devour each and every drop she gave him.
But his dick was screaming for attention, weeping pre-come like he couldn’t believe. She was the epitome of fuckable and he was going to treat his cock to her all night long.
He pulled away from her pussy, sliding his mouth up her quivering thigh, leaving a trail of her juice and his saliva along her skin. She tasted unbelievable, all of her, like sweet nectar made especially for him. From deep within, his wolf growled a warning. A sense of urgency pulled him from his slow meander over her skin. He squeezed his hips between her legs and nudged his cock at the wet opening she offered him. His wolf prodded him again.
Claim her, it growled. Make her ours.
Claim her? Raven gave his head a shake. No fucking way.
Still recovering from her orgasm, Darcy stared up at him with hooded eyes. Her hands moved to her generous breasts, playfully flicking her hard nipples until her skin was more than rosy, enticing him to lean down and give one then the other a lick and suck.
“Mmm.” His cockhead wedged inside, so tight, so wet and hot he struggled not to thrust.
Darcy smiled and arched into him, pushing him back with her hands on his chest. Once he was up, she leaned over the side of the bed and pulled out a row of condoms. “Slip one of these bad boys on and you can fuck me as hard as you want, Raven.”
His eyes flashed open. “I loathe condoms. Besides, I’m clean. Not gonna catch anything from me.”
“You don’t want any little rock star babies showing up on your tour bus, do ya?” Darcy smiled and shook her head. “It isn’t going happen if you’re not covered, sugar. So make your choice.”
He glanced at his hard cock, aching to be inside of her. Okay, normally he’d say fuck it and walk away. Werewolves couldn’t give or get diseases and she wasn’t ovulating—he could smell it—so there was never any risk where unprotected sex was concerned. But he wanted this girl in the worst way, needed to slake his hunger for her.
She tore one of the condoms from the row and tossed it onto her belly. “What’s it gonna be, big boy? Just think: it’ll make the clean-up much easier.”
Raven smiled as he gripped her legs and positioned them over his shoulders. Then he grabbed the condom, tore it open and quickly slipped it on. “Trust me, baby, there ain’t gonna be anything clean about what we’re about to do.”
Raven awoke feeling blissfully well used and satiated. He stretched across the bed, his back cracking in the most satisfying way. The sun had yet to peek over the horizon but he felt its approach like a tingle of electricity. Once it crested, the magic that made him what he was would take over. He would become a wolf, a giant fucking wolf for the day. Trapped in a hotel room. Sigh. That was the trade-off while on tour…away from the safety of the mansion. No place to run. No little bunnies to hunt. His wolf was restless, but nights of hot and heavy sex helped a lot. Especially when those nights were as long and satisfying as last night’s had been.
With a jolt, he pushed himself up, suddenly realizing that he didn’t remember the girl, Darcy, actually leaving. Shit! He’d gotten so caught up in the endless hours of pleasure he hadn’t given her the speech…the one where he made it very clear that she was to be gone come morning. In fact, he was totally unlike him to just fall asleep as he had—usually he was the one escorting his lady out. The girl was hot as fuck, a total sex goddess, but she definitely needed to be out before daybreak.
He jumped from the bed, listening intently as he made a quick search of the suite. Her clothes were gone. Looked as though she’d left. He was almost at the point of letting out a deep sigh of relief when he smelled it—a distinct scent of something burning…growing more and more noxious by the second.
He sniffed out the source and came to an abrupt halt outside the closed bathroom door. How could he have missed the bathroom? “Shit!”
As if on cue, the doorknob started to turn and Raven took two steps back. The distinct sensation of the rising sun sent a wash of terror over him. “Oh, fuck!” He moaned.
The door swung open and there she was, smiling at him, and not in a friendly way either. She raised her hand, outstretched to show him what looked like a small pile of ash in her palm.
“You, Raven Glock, have been marked.” She blew the ash. It struck him like a brick.
He staggered back. “What the fuck!” Ash coated him, burning his skin just as the sun peeked over the horizon.
He froze, his mouth gaping, his eyes screaming from the burning ash as the magic of the sun transformed him into his wolf.
He heard a gasp, a stifled curse.
A whoosh of air across his snout let him know she was running. He shook his head in a vain attempt to clear his eyes, snorting a few times to clear his nostrils. The ash—it burned like nothing he’d ever felt before.
Get the girl, stop her. Can’t let her leave. He bolted to his paws, staggering as a wave of dizziness rolled over him.
He took two steps, then collapsed on his side. What had she done to him? His wolf mind struggled to comprehend, working purely on instinct. Get the girl. Strangely, the wolf hadn’t marked her as an enemy. She’d crippled him and the only way to find out how and why was to capture her, but his wolf wanted her for a different reason. His wolf wanted to lay claim to what was his.
Our mate.
Raven’s thoughts were scrambled, not comprehending. He needed to get the girl, stop her, find out what she’d done.
…claim her…mark her as ours…
His wolf was confused.
…not our mate…danger…burning…
Try as he might, he couldn’t get his legs to work, couldn’t rise from the floor.
Seconds later, he heard and felt the thud and vibration of the door slamming closed and knew she was gone. His wolf let out a primal roar of fear, pain and anger, understanding that the woman he needed had just bolted.