She was so hot and wet, and he was already so close to his own release.
“Hayden,” she rasped, rolling her body over the table and writhing against him. “I’m going to—oh my God!”
He rubbed her clit, teasing the orgasm out of her. She bucked and gasped, her breasts rising and falling as ecstasy danced its way through her. When she stilled, her lips parting in supple invitation, Hayden kissed her open-mouthed and unhurried. Languid strokes of his tongue against her cheek had her mewling for more.
He caressed her breasts, and cradled them in his hands. Drawing the right one into his mouth, he teased her nipple with his tongue. She arched back in pleasure, digging her hands into his hair. When he moved to the left creamy breast—had to be even in his attention—she clutched at his hair and yanked his head back.
“Just so you know,” she said, nipping at his bottom lip, “this is off the record. None of this”—grinning, she raked her hands down his chest and left a scorching trail behind—“is going in the article.”
“That’s too bad.” He rubbed his hand along her inner thigh. “This is going to be quite the spread.”
He palmed her stomach and gently pushed her back onto the table, and then splayed her legs wider.
“Wha—ooh…”
Kneeling, he stripped her shorts from her lean legs. She was soft and silky smooth—he’d always been a leg man—clean-shaven and tidy. Her knees met, and her thighs brushed together.
“Oh no,” he said, lifting her rear off the table with both hands. “I won’t let you pretend to be modest. Not now.” He licked a slow, dragging line up her center. “We’re beyond that.”
Her legs dropped open with a shudder, and her head hit the table. Slowly, he spread her slit and dove into her wetness. Once he tasted her, he couldn’t stop. He kissed her open-mouthed, savoring her tart sweetness. He plunged his tongue into her heat. Kneaded the tight flesh of her rear. Devoured her arousal and stoked his own. And when she tightened, crying out his name, Hayden swirled his tongue around her pleasure spot, drawing the orgasm out of her.
Staring at the ceiling, Melina hit her head with her hand. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Does that mean you want me to stop?”
“Hell no.” She sat up, cheeks flushed, desire still lingering in her honey-brown eyes. “Do you have a condom?”
“No, but werewolves don’t carry diseases.” From the ground, he had the perfect view of her dainty figure. She was the perfect mix of lean and soft, strong lines and graceful beauty. Studying her, Hayden’s hands skimmed up the dainty curve of her waist. There was no telling how many times he’d get to see her this way. Not many—he was sure of that. “And werewolves can’t get pregnant unless they’re in heat.” He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, eliciting a moan that spoke to him on the deepest level. “You have nothing to worry about.”
“Back to the wolf thing, huh?” She raked her fingers through his hair. “That’s fine, but if you don’t put a muzzle on your dog, he’s not coming out of the doghouse. And believe me when I say, I really”—she leaned over and stroked him outside of his shorts, ripping a hiss from the back of his throat—“really want him to come out and play.”
Laughter ripped through his chest. She was comparing him to a dog. “You’re downright irresistible. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“Yes.” She kinked her head to the side. “Still, no muzzle, no bone. I have a few condoms in my purse, if you can’t find one here somewhere.”
If she had condoms with her, that meant she’d taken one to the charity event. She’d been hoping to get lucky, apparently.
But she hadn’t gone with him; she’d gone with Gabriel.
The realization rumbled through him like thunder.
As if she read his mind, Melina roped her arms around his neck. “I always carry them,” she said, “for unexpected times like these. You can never be too safe, right?”
Possessiveness shook Hayden to the core. Rising to his feet, he hauled her against him and planted a scorching kiss on her mouth. He tried to communicate with the most intimate part of her, to say the things he couldn’t speak aloud. He wanted only her, and he wanted to be the only one she wanted, too.
The thought scared the shit out of him, but there it was. He didn’t want to complete the Luminary bond with her—that would require a promise of forever while they were making love. He definitely didn’t want that.
He simply wanted her. Right here. Right now.
It was all he could think about.
“Wow,” she said, when they came up for air. She breathed heavily and rested her forehead on his. “I’m dizzy.”
“Me too.”
“I’ve never had two orgasms in a row,” she said, plunging her tongue past his lips. “You truly are amazing. But you’ve probably heard that before.”
“Not from you.” His lips quirked. “If you let me, I’ll take you there again.”
“I think my legs will turn to jelly.” She stroked his bare chest, grinned, and then shrugged. “I don’t need to walk for the next day or so anyway.”
Glad she had her priorities straight.
She smacked him in the backside playfully. “Now how about that muzzle?”
Not wasting any more time, Hayden strode into the living room, pulled her purse from beside the couch and brought it to her. As she dug around for protection, a cool breeze swept through the kitchen windows and blew through Melina’s hair. The fragrant scent of her arousal invaded his senses. It was a mixture of sugar and warm spice, an enticing scent that had him salivating to taste her again, and again.
Yanking down his shorts, he stepped out of them and stood before her. Her gaze dipped to his manhood. She gulped.
“The rumors were true,” she whispered.
“Rumors?”
“Tabloids and online gossip articles. I still don’t know which ones to believe.” She licked her lips and wiggled off the table. “I assume all werewolves are well endowed?”
Both his dick and his ego swelled with pride. “I can’t speak for all the werewolves in the city, but I’d like to think I’m one of a kind.”
Blush tinged her cheeks as she shoved a foil wrapper into his hand.
As he rolled on the condom, she slowly traipsed around him, ghosting her fingers over his shoulders, his back. “What do werewolves like?” she asked, moving around to his abs. “I might need direction.”
He nearly laughed. “Believe me, you won’t need any help. I’m barely hanging on to a thread of control here, and we haven’t even started.”
Her lips curled into a devious grin. “Is that so?”
He’d issued a challenge, and suddenly felt the reins pass hands.
She pushed him back against the granite island and assaulted him with her mouth. Ghosted her hands over the grooves of his abs. Nipped at his shoulder and reached low to stroke his thick length. The instant her hand touched his cock, he hissed. Every muscle in his body tightened into a fist.
She was everywhere. Her scent in the air. Her breasts brushing against his chest. Her hand stroking him closer to climax. He could still taste her on his lips.
Wiggling out of his arms, she backed away, spun, and bent over the table. She gave a little shake and glanced at him over her shoulder. “Is this what wolves want?” The innocence in her voice made his toes curl. “Come and get it.”
He bit into his bottom lip so hard, he drew blood. He growled, and the wolf in him howled to slip into her heat from behind.
In a flurry of movement, he snatched her around the waist, and twirled her around. She cried out in shock, grinning as he pinned her to the wall.
“I want to see you when you come,” he said, sliding his hand between her legs.
She stamped a white-hot kiss on his mouth, and melted into him. Arms wrapped around his back, she propped her foot up on a rung of the nearest stool and rocked her hips upward.
Damn, he loved the way her mind worked.
As gently as he could,
he eased inside her. Their lips parted and he met her eyes. They were heavy-lidded and dreamy, shimmering with the promise of sweet release. His spine tingled. His balls seized. He claimed her, crying out as their hips met. She clutched at him, holding onto his shoulders to pound against him. She was tighter and hotter than he’d expected. Flawless and scorching.
Mine.
The urge to claim her sparked in his gut. He bit it back and plunged into her slick wetness. He pounded against her hips, right up to the hilt. She cried out over and over again—music to his ears. She slid along the wall, her mouth falling open, her gaze caught on his.
Could she see his desire to bond with her? To claim her as his own?
He pinched his eyes shut and thrust harder. Angled her hips up and dove deep. Her core pulsed around him, minute vibrations that milked his shaft to the very brink. Their rhythm sped.
Mine.
“Oh, Hayden,” she moaned, her voice faint. “Faster.”
His name on her lips fueled the frenzy. Delicious want snaked through him. Explosive surges of heat scorched the skin over his bones. He needed to slow down, to focus, to make sure this lasted in case it was the only time they’d get to do this. He wanted to savor this, and treasure her. But as she rocked against him, speeding the pace, he clenched. Grasped her rear. Thrust his tongue into her mouth. And when she erupted beneath him, writhing in the grips of passion, he held her tight, supporting her weight. Starbursts went off behind his eyes. She sucked on his tongue, sending him over the edge. He emptied himself into her depths, and squeezed his eyes shut as the sensations overtook him. Over and over again, her name erupted from the depths of him. It was a cry, and then an agonizingly sweet moan. Her name faded into a whisper. A wish. A promise he couldn’t keep.
Melina.
They hadn’t completed the Luminary bond, but his pull to her was tangible. He wanted to claim her so badly, he physically hurt. He couldn’t remove himself from her center…he’d be empty and incomplete. He didn’t even have to test the theory. He knew the truth as he knew himself.
Fear coiled around his heart, and gripped tight.
If he felt this way now, their connection would only increase as time passed.
If something happened to Melina, which it inevitably would as an Alpha’s mate, he’d be devastated. Ruined. He’d be like his father, a shell of what he used to be.
As he unsheathed himself from her core, Hayden made a vow to himself, to her. No matter what, he couldn’t let their connection grow any further.
But for now, for today and tonight, she was his.
He lifted his angel into his arms and carried her into the bedroom where he laid her down and tucked her against him. Somewhere between her gentle intake of breath and the drumming sound of her heartbeat, Hayden’s eyes closed and he drifted to sleep.
He’d never slept so sound.
Chapter Nineteen
Melina awoke to the muffled hush of a shower, and a deep, husky whistle. The tune was familiar and upbeat. Was it Sinatra? She’d always loved the smooth melody of the classics. It was dark as pitch outside, which meant it was late Sunday night and she had another few hours with Hayden before thinking about Monday morning and all the worry it’d bring.
With a long, relaxed sigh, she rolled over and spread-eagled over the bed.
If only every night could be this way. After their first interlude in the kitchen, he’d brought her to his master suite. They hadn’t slept more than thirty minutes before she rolled over, felt him beside her, and pounced on him. Sexcapade number two quickly turned to number three…and then four. They’d wasted Sunday morning and afternoon tangled in his sheets, though wasted was the wrong word to use.
She couldn’t get enough of him.
Her body felt as if it’d gone into some sort of sexual overdrive. She flipped from hot to cold—the way he’d said she would, oddly enough—and couldn’t look at him for more than a few seconds without having the insatiable need to jump his bones.
He didn’t seem to mind, she thought with a grin.
Sighing, she rolled over and tucked her arms beneath the pillow. This place was nothing like what she’d expected it to be. His beach home was understated. No grand piano and no bar. No original pieces of art, and no secretaries or butlers. It was a refreshing getaway far removed from the hustle and bustle of the city. The whole place gave Melina the feeling Hayden only bought the things he absolutely needed, rather than what money could buy him.
She could breathe here, she realized, staring at the closed door to the master bathroom. She hadn’t thought about work or the article since the event at the aquarium, actually.
She’d have to get back to work mode bright and early tomorrow morning when she clocked in.
A hint of the blues struck her as she thought about this weekend coming to an end. Couldn’t they stay here? Just the two of them? Somehow, in such a short amount of time, Hayden had become a completely different person. In this place, he wasn’t the playboy millionaire who smiled for the cameras, partied too hard, and slept around too much. He wasn’t rude or pretentious. He wasn’t cocky or arrogant.
He was exactly the person she’d thought he was when she first met him at Starbucks last year—the man she’d spent the last week with.
It was going to be easier to write the article for Celeb Crush than she thought.
As the sound of water hitting tile echoed into the bedroom, Melina slid to the edge of the bed and let her feet dangle over the side. The bed was huge, she realized. The biggest one she’d ever seen. It was fit for a king.
How surprised would the “king” be if she joined him in the shower? Merely thinking about water sluicing down Hayden’s rippling muscles made butterflies dance through her belly.
She grinned as her mind went ravenous with ideas.
Ping!
The bleep came from the nightstand beside her. Besides a lamp, an alarm clock, and a bottle of Dasani, the table was empty.
Ping! Ping!
Opening the top drawer, she pulled out an iPad and set it on her lap. The screen was alive with snippets of emails, but one in particular caught her eye.
Rogue Wolves: the information you requested.
Email sender: Gabriel Park.
The breath whooshed out of Melina’s lungs as she read the snippet over and over again. She’d figured the wolf thing was a stupid fantasy, or a joke of some sort Hayden liked to play on the women he dated. Unless Hayden had told Gabriel to email him, and had planned on Melina digging through his bedside table to find the message, the email had to have been legit.
But that couldn’t be right.
Tingles of awareness pricked the back of Melina’s neck. Suddenly cold, she ripped a fuzzy blanket off the back of the bed and wrapped it around her. A shiver rolled through her as she swiped her finger across the bottom of the iPad. Gabriel’s email filled the screen. Melina skimmed quickly, picking up bits and pieces she didn’t understand. She bit her lip so hard it hurt, but she had to feel something. She’d gone numb. Her heart rate skyrocketed, thumping wild in her ears.
Multiple attacks.
Rogues forming a pack on Church Street.
Asher has claimed responsibility. New intel suggests he’s working for someone higher up in the pack.
Melina…
She let out a yelp when she spotted her name.
“Melina?” Hayden shouted. The shower turned off. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine!” But she didn’t sound fine. Her voice was strained.
She read quickly.
Melina will need to be inducted into the pack immediately if she wants our protection. I’m sorry this happened. I know it’s not the way you wanted things to go down between you.
The bathroom door swung open.
“What are you doing?” Hayden stood in the doorway, soaking wet, holding a towel over his groin. Even when she was pissed at him, and confused beyond belief, his hotness permeated her thoughts. “What’s going on?”
God, she didn’t know.
“I’m, uh…reading.” She swallowed down the desire to shoot a gazillion questions at him. “It went off, and I found it.”
How stupid could she sound? She was having problems finding the words, and feared she never would.
He nodded, his dark eyes giving away nothing. “Anything interesting?”
“Gabriel emailed you.”
His lips went white as he ate up the room in a few solid strides and removed the iPad from her grasp. He scanned quickly, and then met her gaze.
“I’ve asked him to follow up on the rogues who attacked you.” As he dried off, the sound of water splattering on the tile hit her ears. “I’ve also put in a request to the council to have the guards move toward the Mission and scour the streets for any sign of the rogues. They’ll be regrouping soon to reevaluate their strategy. I don’t think they’d planned for you to escape. Heads will roll and plans will change.”
Rogues and attacks had been mentioned before, but suddenly, with the weight of a thousand bricks, reality set in. She couldn’t be the brunt of the longest running prank in history, could she? When he spoke about werewolves, a hard truth burned in his eyes. There was no hint of laughter, no teasing undercurrent.
“You’re, ah…” She swallowed hard, fearing the words. “…not joking?”
“This isn’t a joke to me, Melina.” He sat beside her, the towel creeping up his thighs. “Your safety is far from a joke.”
“And I’m…” Panic tightened her throat, cutting off her air supply. “I’m a—I’ve been bitten and there are—and I’m going to be a—”
“Werewolf. We went over this earlier, remember?” His hand found her shoulder. Chills spread from his palm, down into her chest. “I know transition can be disorientating, but what happened wasn’t a dream. Is that what you thought?”
Shrinking away from his touch, she leaped off the bed and cinched the blanket around her. “Stay away from me.”
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