The elevator doors opened. He pressed the hold button. “You don’t want clinical. Okay. We figure out your limits as things progress. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable while I have a quick shower?”
He waved her into the sunken living/bar area. A quick survey of the room revealed the lights off and the curtains drawn. Fucking A. Perfect. Lupus females didn’t have the heightened sight of their male counterparts. Tania wouldn’t be able to see much, but Axe’s wolf vision loved darkness.
She preceded him down the three steps and he couldn’t stop gawking at her incredible ass. Full, high, and rounded. She had the body of a sixties movie star, long legged and curvaceous. He intended to imprint her taste on his tongue. Nuzzle every crevice. Make her beg for that first orgasm.
She twirled around, jutted one leg forward, and jammed a hand on her hipbone. “Why don’t I join you in that shower, sailor-boy? There are certain parts of you I’m dying to handle.”
Her gaze fixated on the boner twitching against his damp shorts.
The tenuous hold on his control cracked. “Done deal.”
With that he scooped her off her feet.
She squealed, literally. He had a hunch she never squealed and was never caught off guard. Tough titties. This morning she’d squeal and whimper for him.
Axe marched to the bathroom. There was no window and the room brimmed with shadows.
Freaking hoorah, she felt good in his arms, both fragile and substantial at the same time. He squeezed her side for her fragrance now held a hint of trepidation. “Look at me. All you have to do is say stop. Got me?”
Again, he tilted his scarred cheek away from her, but interlocked their gazes.
She studied him for a long moment before giving him a quick nod. Her throat worked. “You do this often?”
Axe edged the sliding shower door to one side with his sneaker. He set her on her feet, steadied her when she wobbled, and knelt to unlace her shoes.
“Are we divulging past fucks but not names? None of your business if I do. For the record I’m clean. You seem to have guessed I’m in the Navy. Regular checkups. Last one mere days ago and, no, I haven’t indulged since then.”
He stood and worked her sweatpants down over her hips.
She had craned her neck to stare at him, but hadn’t moved otherwise though her rasped breathing told him of her increasing excitement intermingled with a growing apprehension. Tugging at her lower lip, she swallowed, and then spoke, her voice laced with a husky coarseness, “I’m clean too. It’s been a while since I’ve, ah, indulged.”
The sight of her red lacey boy-cut panties against smooth golden skin had his prick leaking. He couldn’t resist slipping a hand underneath the soft cotton and cupping her mound.
She was drenched.
He let his fingers slide through her slick folds. “This first one’s gonna go down faster than I wanted.”
She gripped his forearms and licked a bicep.
“Damn.” He just about shot his load. “Let’s get naked fast.”
“Oh yeah,” she growled.
The juiciness of her pussy proved too much temptation. He forced his hand away from her heated core, brought his fingertips to his nose, and inhaled deeply before sucking her honey off his hands.
Her nails dug into his flesh. “Hell. Do it now.”
The fervent command and the way she stared at his erection snapped him back from the edge.
A lazy grin stole across his lips. He studied the sheen of perspiration coating her bent forehead, and the way her nostrils flared like a mare in heat desperate for mounting. “Naked. Skin to skin.”
“Oh yeah,” she agreed and in a flash yanked at his gym shorts, dragging the material down enough to free his rampant erection. She gripped him at the base with both hands. “Oh yeah.”
And just like that he was riding the line again. It took the last iota of discipline pounded into him during his time with the Teams to pry her fingers apart. “Show me your tits.”
She reached for his cock.
Axe caught her hands, twisted them crosswise, and spun her about so her back ground into his chest. He nuzzled her ear, tongued the whorls, and bit the lobe. “You like being in charge, don’t you?”
She wriggled her butt and did a circle grind on his dick. “I’m not into submission if that’s what you’re asking.”
“It wasn’t, but good to know. Now, I’m going to let go of you, and then you’re going to show me these gorgeous breasts of yours.” He cupped both mounds and rubbed his thumbs over her peaked nipples. She was at least a C-cup and wore no bra. “Are these real?”
He near choked when she spun around and clouted his chest, indignation and anger flashing from her narrowed eyes. “Yes. And how dare you even ask?”
“You’ve got some power behind that blow.” He hauled her T-shirt up so fast she sputtered when he tugged the soft cotton over her head.
She swatted at a few strands that had escaped her high ponytail and planted her hands on her hipbones.
Too mesmerized by the perfection of her breasts to be daunted when she snapped, “I’m tempted to walk right now.”
In answer, he snagged her butt and fitted her belly to his cock. Simultaneously, he encircled her breast and ducked down to draw on her pebbled chocolate nipple.
For a heartbeat she stiffened, but then slumped into him, and tangled her fingers in his hair. “Harder.”
She trembled in his embrace.
He switched to the other peak, and rolled the bud wet from his hard suckling between his fingers, pulling and pinching. He tongued his way around a pretty dark molasses areola and nipped the underside.
She caved in on him, and he had to grab both ass cheeks to keep her upright.
He gave her a little shake, firmed his hold, and tilted her chin.
When their stares met, Axe knew if he so much as touched her breasts again, she’d climax right then and there. “Time for that shower.”
She swayed when he dropped onto one knee, and twisted her panties and sweats down to her ankles.
“Lift.” He tapped one succulent thigh.
Tania set both hands on his shoulder and complied with his barked order.
Axe worked her socks and the rest of her clothes off one foot at a time. After ensuring she could stand on her own, he shed his sneakers, tank, and shorts, lifted her into his arms, and stepped into the shower stall.
“Don’t need any foreplay,” she muttered.
He chuckled. “Tough. I do.”
“Damn you for stopping,” she mumbled under her breath.
Still carrying her, he adjusted the controls of the elaborate and luxurious shower spray, steam, and intermittent side jets and set the LCD timer. Water cascaded from the ceiling in a gentle tropical rainfall drenching them immediately. Steam coated their skin from all around, and erratic jets pummeled their flesh from sporadic angles.
“Wow,” she murmured.
He slid her down his body, pausing when her pussy bumped the crown of his cock. Axe tried to stifle the growl of satisfaction reverberating up his throat, but the deep rumble escaped his lips, and echoed in the cavernous stall.
“Put it in me now,” she ordered and hooked her legs around his waist.
“Accustomed to giving orders, are we? Not if hell froze over this fucking moment. We play first.” He teased her folds sliding his cock back and forth just missing her clit on every hard press.
“Beast,” she muttered and nipped his nipple.
If only she knew.
He grinned when she clutched his arms and wriggled trying to position him at her entrance, seemingly unable to haul her gaze from his rampant erection.
“Soap,” he said, his voice clipped. “Lean back.”
“You’re a clit-tease,” she retorted, but obeyed.
Relishing the trust inherent by her allowing him this vulnerable pose, he slid his palm under the automatic soap dispenser, while holding her with one hand, and collected a sizeable dollop. “Uncu
rl those fingers.”
The billowing clouds of steam didn’t hamper his vision in the least, though it would hers.
When she did as he’d demanded, Axe dropped the foamy soap into her palm.
He smiled when her mouth fell open in surprise. Not submissive, his foot, or, in this case, his will. “Have at me.”
“Oh yeah.” She hopped off him, steadied herself on the slippery marble by grabbing his waist and one butt cheek, and sank onto her knees.
“Whoa.” He gripped her soaked ponytail and gave a gentle tug. “I don’t want a blowjob.”
She snorted. “Never offered one. I work from the ground up, sailor-boy.”
Axe spun around and fisted his hands on the shower wall. Let her soap and caress him all over. It was nothing short of the most exquisite, excruciating torture he’d ever had to endure.
His dick throbbed.
His balls ached.
Every inch of his flesh flamed. He concentrated on the most complicated operation his SEAL team had ever executed, running through each step in ponderous detail. And even though the rain kept falling, the steam hissed, and the jets erupted, he broke into a heavy sweat.
Every time she went for his cock, he directed her elsewhere. The little minx had a cunning streak though, for she began soaping his back, suckled the base of his neck, and cupped his balls at the same time.
He lost it.
Pivoting, he then picked her up and turned her around. “Hands on the wall. Feet wide apart. Stick out that fucking fantastic butt. That’s it. Ready for me?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Ask me nicely. Say, SEAL, please fuck me.”
She tried to twist to face him.
He caged her in with his big body.
Positioned his cock right at her opening. Eased the tip in.
“You beast. Fuck me, SEAL.”
“Nicely,” he ordered and reached around to finger her clit.
“I hate you. Please. Please fuck me, sailor-boy.”
He gave her that one. Grabbed the stool from where it nestled the corner and placed it at her side. “One foot up. You’re going to need the support.”
When he tested her stability and found her good, Axe nudged into her core savoring the heat and slickness of her pussy. He shuddered when her walls sucked at his crown.
“Hard…please. Do me hard.”
Glad he planned ahead and set the timer to the steam at the highest level thirty minutes from when they began and knowing even if she glanced back the thick fog would block his features, he let his wolf free.
Unable to resist, he set his teeth to the sweet spot where shoulder and neck joined and drove into her.
She convulsed around him at once.
He latched onto her waist and hammered into her. Her violent contractions gripped his cock in a sensuous vise. He plundered her pussy pounding through her orgasms, clenching his teeth, and willing back his climax. She milked him relentlessly. Her vaginal muscles worked him like a squeezebox.
The sparks erupted from his toes and diffused upward snatching at his groin, drawing his balls tight. The climax struck him like a thunderbolt. He jetted in short, sharp spurts.
Chapter Three
Tania wasn’t quite sure how they ended up dry and under the sheets in the supersize bed. She thought she might have passed out.
Wow.
She really had needed to fuck. Two months of pent-up nympho lust had made her sex crazed. Talk about mind-blowing orgasms. While she’d never been promiscuous, Tania liked sex, and never went long without a steady hook-up human buddy. But, never, ever, had she even imagined that kind of sex.
“Breakfast will be here in about twenty.” He rolled over to face her, elbow bent, cheek resting on his open palm.
The dense clouds carpeting the sky showed through the narrow opening of the mostly drawn drapes covering the ceiling to floor wall of windows opposite. Shadows dipped and trundled around the humungous room and, in the dimness, the streaks in his hair glinted like silver ribbons.
He trailed a finger along her collarbone and rested his thumb on the pulse throbbing there before quickly flicking up her neck to her chin. “All good?”
Heat crawled across her face. “Oh yeah.”
“So you said. Too many times to count.”
Smug arrogant macho man. She jerked onto her forearms. “I didn’t notice you complaining sailor-boy.”
“This sailor has nothing but compliments, ma’am. Come here, let me soothe those rising hackles.” He hauled her on top of him, arranged her so she straddled his groin, met her huffy glare, and tweaked a nipple. “I apologize for ever doubting you are as nature made you. Your tits are so perfect, I jumped to the wrong conclusion.”
For some strange reason Tania knew this man could count on one hand the number of apologies he’d ever given. Flummoxed, she could only stare at his long tanned fingers plucking her nipple.
White-hot desire lashed through her.
The dampness coating her labia only added to her dazed bewilderment. She’d come a kazillion times maybe five minutes earlier, yet instead of being languid and sated, she felt bereft.
What was happening to her?
He wrapped one hand around her neck and outlined her mouth with his thumb. “You always hold back, don’t you? I have a hunch you’ve never let yourself go like you did in the shower.”
All at once she wanted to bawl, which was perfectly ludicrous.
What had gotten into her lately?
She shot him a baleful glance, shuddered, and tried to clamber off him.
“Aw, shit. I scared you.”
He tugged her down cheek to his chest and combed her damp curls. Somehow her hair tie had vanished and her loose waves hung to her shoulders.
“First time you got a good look at my ugly mug, right?”
The steady thud of his heartbeat lulled her rioting emotions, and it took a good five seconds before she grasped what he’d said.
Tania sat up straight and inspected his face. While the word handsome could never describe the way his features worked, neither did the word ugly. He had a high forehead, a hawkish nose, cheekbones molded by a classical sculptor, a jawline too stubborn to be believed, and his mouth. She sighed. He had the lips of a lover, full and sensual.
“You’re not ugly. In the least. What’s up with you, anyway?”
Those pewter eyes darkened to charcoal. He turned his head to the other side. “You can’t pretend you didn’t notice these.”
She leaned her elbows on his chest and peered. Only then did she notice the hundreds of thin white lines carved into his skin from right below his eyes to the ridge of his jaw. Without a nanosecond of hesitation, she set her palms to his cheeks, looked him in the eyes, and blurted, “Who did this to you?”
He went still when she traced one scar from beginning to end.
“Why should you care?”
“I’d care if this were done to my worst enemy. God, it must have been sheer torture.”
He snickered. Laid his palm on her hand trapping her fingers on his scars. “It was. Torture, that is.”
Suddenly the puzzle pieces locked together. Trying to keep the horror and pity out of her voice, she said, “You served in Afghanistan.”
“Oh yeah. Right back atcha.”
She wrinkled her nose when he threw the one phrase she’d screamed again and again every time his incredible cock hit her g-spot.
He nudged her chin. The buzzer on the door resonated. He lifted her to one side. “Breakfast—be right back.”
After he padded out of the room and closed the door, Tania pulled the covers up to her shoulders and hugged her knees.
The instant attraction she’d felt for him skyrocketed when she’d looked into those charcoal eyes with their dilated pupils in the gym’s mirror. There had been this overwhelming sense of recognition, a feeling of rightness, of being complete.
Her fingertips tingled with the urge to caress him. She gripped the sheet tighter and smiled
when she got a whiff of his male spiciness. Rubbing the at-least-five-hundred-thread-count cotton over her nose, she inhaled. Soap intermingled with what seemed to be a permanent arousal mix of pheromones.
It hadn’t skipped her notice that his erection preceded him out of the room. The man had come violently not minutes ago, yet he was raring to go again.
He had a magnificent cock, the little that she’d glimpsed of it anyways. What would he smell like down there, in that silken spot between his balls and his ass? What would his cum taste like?
What the heck?
Tania lurched against the headboard, spine stiff. She never had anything but straight sex. In and out. Missionary position. Wylfen laws only allowed for that. Not once had she been tempted. She and Eva had once had a long discussion about oral sex. Wondered why it was forbidden until they were mate allianced. Why would the council allow single Wylfen males and females to fuck humans, but not each other?
Where was he? What was taking so long?
She hadn’t even gotten a good look at his package.
One more round and then she’d leave. Her pussy walls clenched. Gawd, she wanted him inside her. He was so thick and long. She visualized him hammering into her. From behind. Her on all fours. Ass high to deepen his cock’s penetration.
A gasp tore from her mouth.
What the hell was happening to her?
How could she want him to take her in the classic mate position?
Crap.
She had to get out of here.
Fast.
Panic lit her like a Las Vegas neon sign pulsing on fast forward. Her stomach went all fluttery and she couldn’t suck enough oxygen into her lungs. The barometric pressure nosedived and cannonballed on her chest. She threw off the sheets, wobbled to the bathroom, and hunted for her clothes.
No one could know of her carnal temptation. She had to corral her burgeoning feelings at once.
She pulled on her sweats and T, and hurried back to the bedroom carrying her shoes and socks.
He pushed the room service cart past the door at that moment.
Both of them froze.
She focused on a spot to the right of him. “I changed my mind.”
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