“No.” His smile was back. “What you think, how you feel, matters to me. I know you’re not used to that and I’m not going to explain it, but that’s the best answer I can give you.”
“Oh.”
“What would I like right now?”
Madeline nodded. She did want to know.
“I want to get to know you. I want to know what you like, what makes you feel good. That’s a… turn on for me.”
Warmth flooded her body from her head to her toes. His chuckle only made it worse.
“Do you even know what you like, Madeline?”
The question caught her off guard.
“All of those clients, all of those times. They got what they wanted, but have you ever been satisfied?”
Her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. Here it is. Now he felt more familiar with her, his true kinks would be revealed. There was no way to anticipate how wild or how mild he would be. She did the only thing she could do and waited.
“I want to satisfy you,” he whispered. “Will you trust me? Will you let me do what I want with you?”
Madeline nodded, her heart thumping tellingly in her chest. She knew he could hear it. Gently he wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her up the bed with him. It seemed an easy movement for him, as if she weighed nothing at all. She adjusted herself on the pillows while the hand at her waist slipped over her hip, down her thigh. She shivered.
“Madeline, relax,” Maddox whispered. “I won’t hurt you. I promised you that, remember?”
He did look so wonderful with all the white skin of his upper body revealed. Rising over her, Maddox gazed down at her and his deep blue eyes held fascination. “If I tried to kiss you, would you let me?” he asked, chuckling.
“Okay.” Her voice came out a breathy whisper and it portrayed her nervousness perfectly.
Lowering his head, Maddox came closer and she breathed in the scent of him. An enticing scent of man with something sweet and dark. When his lips brushed hers in a gentle kiss, she shivered but didn’t kiss him back. She didn’t know if he wanted her to -- it wasn’t usually something her clients were interested in. When she didn’t, he backed away.
“We’ll work on that,” he assured her. His hand was surprisingly gentle, feeling as if it were barely touching her skin as he swept the hair off her forehead, as he caressed her cheek. His fingers were cool as they skimmed down to the column of her neck and for an anxious moment, lingered on the point where her pulse throbbed beneath her skin. She watched Maddox swallow hard and then the moment passed and his hand moved further down.
Madeline gasped when his hand slid inside her robe, gliding over her skin to cup the warm mound of her breast. Heat gathered beneath his hand and pooled low in her belly. Her nipple tightened into a hard little peak that seemed to dance between his fingers and they moved to caress it. The simple touch sent tiny sparks of pleasure shooting through her.
“Do you like this?” he asked gently. “This is okay?”
It was better than okay. She arched under his touch, the sweet torment sending pulses of need all through her body. To say she enjoyed it was an understatement.
It wasn’t familiar territory though, so she fought against the instinct to touch him, pleasure him. Her clients wanted hand jobs, blow jobs, for her to ride them while touching herself. No one had ever cared what she felt or what her body would respond to.
He pulled her robe apart, his gaze moving down her body, and she froze under his scrutiny, wondering what he thought. She was so skinny even though her breasts were round and decent. Just as she worried he wouldn’t find her appealing, he smiled in something like triumph and his mouth dove for the same breast he’d just been paying attention to.
Madeline sucked in her breath at how good his suckling mouth felt. His lips and tongue toyed with her in a way that had her squirming beneath him, had wetness gathering in her pussy. The wet lash of his tongue drew heat from her flesh, combining with the cool of his mouth, to make her feel feverish and drive her insane with need. When he moved to the other breast, she arched to meet his mouth. Like they had a will of their own, her hands came up to clutch in his hair, to hold him to her.
His appreciative growl reverberated through her. “Yes, that’s right, Madeline. Just feel. Don’t think.”
Maddox continued to tease her breasts, only now one strong hand skimmed down to her thighs. His fingers drove her crazy, too, tracing slowly over the sensitive skin at the top of her legs.
“Maddox,” she cried out when his fingers found the wet curls at the apex of her thighs.
Lifting his head, he grinned at her, though his fingers sank deeper into her pussy, delving easily in the moisture there to find the hard nub of her clit. So softly he teased her with the easy touch of a fingertip while her sanity was shredding from a flood of sensations that were unfamiliar.
“Say it again, Madeline. Say my name again.”
“Maddox.”
By the time his name had escaped her lips, his lips were blazing a trail over her ribs, down to her hips. When his lips reached the edge of her blonde curls, she nearly came off the bed. Her thighs tightened in surprise but his hands gently nudged them open as he settled himself between them.
Madeline’s entire body was one big mass of anticipation. No one had ever gone down on her before. She’d always wondered what it felt like, even though with any of her clients it wouldn’t have mattered as long as they got off. Now, with him touching her as if she were something special, looking at her as if she really meant something to him, it did matter.
And she didn’t have time to react as the large pads of his fingers parted her sex before he slowly licked her. His tongue was a sinfully cool lash that roamed from her opening up to her clit where it lingered and began to flick with maddening movements that quickly smashed what was left of her sanity.
“Maddox!”
All of her self-control fell away as he licked her over and over. He teased her labia and her clit, which ached and throbbed from his attention. His lips, teeth, and tongue drove her mad as her hands yanked at the comforter beneath her, ripped at his hair. Madeline screamed and pleaded mindlessly in turns, his teasing and tormenting ceaseless. Her hips worked wildly but he didn’t allow her much movement as he held her in place against his greedy mouth. The wet sounds of his mouth blended with frantic cries in an ancient dance of lust and longing.
The quivering walls of her pussy tightened, wanting more. And Maddox gave her what she wanted as he began to thrust his long, sinful tongue in and out of her greedy opening, fucking her with his tongue. Over and over he speared into her, his tongue maddeningly quick and stiff. His fingers teased her pulsing clit, until her body felt like it would shatter. In the next moment, it did. The powerful orgasm exploded in her and she was lost as she thrashed and tore at him and screamed down the walls. She didn’t immediately recognize the screams as her own as they filled the room and she desperately clawed at his shoulders, his hair.
Heat flooded her body from her face to her throbbing center until she felt as if she’d burst into flames. Delicious spasms shook every inch of her for the longest time, but he never ceased in tormenting her and soothing the swollen, sensitive flesh between her thighs with tantalizing licks and kisses.
“Are you okay?” she thought she heard him ask.
The tremors fading, Maddox pulled her against the impossibly hard length of his body. His movements were a blur as he managed to spread her wider beneath him, rid himself of his slacks, and position himself between her knees, all while she trembled and recovered from the feelings that she’d never experienced before. It had been pure pleasure that she couldn’t have imagined.
His cock was poised and waiting at her entrance and she was all too familiar with that part of it all. Only this was different. Instead of mentally preparing herself for the penetration coming, a thrill of fresh excitement ran through her just at the thought of having him, Maddox, buried inside her. He was thick and throbbing
and just the sight of him had her catching her breath.
Maddox’s gaze met hers for a long moment. His eyes were so blue. “I won’t hurt you,” he assured her. Then with a movement so swift it took her breath away, he pressed the crest of his cock into her heated slit.
He leaned down to kiss her as he pushed into her with painstaking slowness and his loving took on an intensity that had her struggling to breathe. His hands and mouth were everywhere, wild on her flesh. They didn’t hurt. He likely had the strength of a hundred humans but he was so careful with her, so caring. Her hands roamed down the hard muscular planes of his back, exploring the perfection of him.
Pulling her legs wide apart, he slid slowly out and hooked her knees with his hands. He positioned the swollen head of his cock against her slick, aching pussy and she gasped when he began to sink into her again. The hard length of his cock stretched and filled her, the heat from the joining of their bodies building. Madeline fought to keep up, pumping her hips with his to speed up his penetration. Moaning, she clutched at the dampening flesh of his shoulders and back, the warm blond silk of his hair.
“Do you like this, Madeline?” He was fully inside her now and his movements within her slow and easy. “Do you want to come again?”
Her entire body clenched in need and desperation. She ground against him, trying to entice him to move within her again. “Yes.” It was the truth. “I want to come again.”
“For me?”
“Yes.” It sounded like a demand.
Grinning, he complied, sliding back inside her to the hilt and lowering himself into her arms. Madeline moaned at the intoxicating pleasure of having him fill her again. Her pussy walls quivered around him as she undulated on him, using every move she knew to drive him on and try and make him crazy.
Her job had always been to bring her clients to great pleasure, make them lose control. Could she make someone like him lose control? She wanted to try.
Maddox moved in and out of her with strengthening thrusts. She wanted more of that. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she found herself moving with him. The flesh of his back was slick under her hands, and drops of his perspiration fell to dot her skin. He was so warm now. The drops were tinged with blood, but she didn’t care, couldn’t care, being caught up in the most sensual torment of her life.
Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and over her sides, the scent of sex filling the air around them. They writhed together on the bed, Madeline crying out against the damp hardness of his shoulder while pure carnal pleasure washed over her in waves. She held onto him tightly while the movements of his cock gained in strength and speed. It felt like flame ignited in her belly before spreading out to claim every part of her.
The orgasm was stronger than the first and certainly better than anything she’d ever felt before. Madeline gasped and bucked beneath him for all she was worth. Maddox thrust faster and harder while she rode out one powerful wave after another of exquisite ecstasy. Her nails scraped across his hard skin and she screamed while her body was wracked by an endless stream of delicious tremors.
Her body milked him, squeezing until he tightened above her. Madeline watched in fascination as Maddox threw his head back and shouted while he pumped into her furiously, his body jerking as he reached his own climax.
Slowly he dropped onto the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. She loved how he felt against her beating heart, even though she couldn’t feel his.
“How do you feel?” He pressed a kiss into her hair.
“Amazing.” She couldn’t help smiling. “I get it now.”
“Get what?”
“Sex.”
Maddox laughed, squeezed her gently. “Sleep now,” he whispered.
At some point during their lovemaking, it had started to rain. The pleasant sound of it just outside the window combined with the comfort of his arms helped make her eyelids heavy. She wasn’t as worried about the fact he was a vampire as she had been earlier, though she knew there’d be other questions.
Held safe and warm as if she were cherished, instead of discarded because her client was done with her, Madeline drifted off into welcome sleep.
Chapter Eight
Maddox watched Madeline walk back to the manor in a gorgeous dress of deep blue, delivered just this morning from the seamstress. She carried Ivy on one hip and sang some song to her in a high lilting voice. Remembering the night before as he watched her walk away, he felt happy. He could still taste Madeline on his tongue, could still imagine the wet heat of her pussy clenched around him as she came.
He couldn’t wait until tonight to do it again, to do more.
It was a few seconds before he realized that he was whistling, some old tune he knew from centuries past. He enjoyed the peace of the moment, the contentment he hadn’t felt in… ages.
But his happiness was short-lived.
He’d have recognized the scent anywhere. Lycans smelled particularly strong and odorous -- to his kind anyway. But Vincent had a unique scent and Maddox caught it in the air.
In alarm, he began racing toward Madeline and the child, reaching her in a second. Her eyes were rounded in fright when he reached her. Probably from him materializing out of nowhere to her perception more than anything.
“Madeline, get in the house, now. Take Ivy with you and find Rick and Julia. Tell them Vincent is here. Go now.”
His tone was harsh to get his point across, but Madeline didn’t even flinch. She nodded and hurried off to do just what he’d said. If he hadn’t been so damned worried about where the werewolf bastard was at the moment, he would have been able to enjoy what felt a lot like her trusting him.
He followed until she was in the house and the door she’d carried the child through was closed behind her. Then he sped off, following the scent along the stone wall that ran along Rick’s manicured lawns until he reached the gate. He hopped over it, hissing. The bastard had just walked right through the entrance to his friend’s home.
Maddox fought back fury as he chased the scent along the narrow dirt road. Fury at himself for not killing the Lycan along with the human recruiter that day. Fury at Vincent for endangering them -- Madeline and Julia -- with his relentless pursuit of power.
Finally rage blinded him to realize that the scent trailed off at the edge of the wood about a mile away from the manor.
Then he froze. A trick? A diversion? If Maddox had been led out here to find nothing, what had he left behind for the others to face.
Madeline. Turning, he raced back using all of his preternatural strength and speed.
* * *
Madeline blew out an anxious breath as she watched Amy, the vampire serving girl, carry Ivy away to her father. She turned back to Julia, who she’d found immediately. The Lycan female wore the same look of concern that Maddox had. Rick, her mate, had gone for a meeting with his council and hadn’t returned.
“I’m sure Rick will return soon.” Madeline hoped to offer her comfort.
“Yeah.” Julia appeared to be sniffing the air. Roughly she grabbed Madeline by the wrist, pulling her behind her with a strength that shouldn’t have been surprising. “We’re not waiting for him or Maddox to get back. We’re going to check things out.”
Madeline swallowed hard but allowed herself to be pulled along.
When they reached the front doors to the manor, Madeline let Julia pull her through the door. The other woman stopped abruptly at the flowering shrubs off to one side of the huge entrance to the house, sniffing loudly. She released Madeline and began digging into the shrubs, emerging with a dark bag. Furiously she opened the bag, smelled the contents.
Turning, she held the bag up to Madeline.
“I know as a human your sense of smell isn’t as strong as mine. But do you think you could tell me if this scent is familiar?” Julia asked.
Madeline leaned close to the bag, taking a big whiff.
And she did recognize it. “It’s Vincent,” she told Julia, certain of it.
Madeline gasped in fear until she realized that it was Maddox who had appeared.
“Nice, deadhead.” Julia glared at him. “Scare her even more.”
A low hiss came from Maddox, who appeared angry as he stepped around them and motioned for them to follow him. And they did, right into the elegant dining room where Madeline had first met Rick and Julia.
“There was a trail, his trail, all over the grounds. He walked right through the front door and took a stroll,” Maddox spat. “The trail died off about a mile down the road. And if I find that son of a bitch, I’m going to tear him apart slowly, painfully.”
Madeline flinched, trying not to think about that. She had no doubt that he could do it. But what if Vincent was stronger? What if Vincent hurt him?
“I don’t think he just walked in, took a stroll, and left,” Julia said slowly. “We may have bigger problems.” Without warning she tossed the black bag at him but he caught it easily.
“Vincent?” Maddox inhaled deeply, bringing the bag closer to his face.
“I found that in the shrubs right outside the front door,” Julia explained. “You follow me? You found one end of his trail and I found the other. My question is did he start here and end up in the woods? Or did he start in the woods…”
Maddox threw the bag across the room, hissing.
“The clothing in that bag belongs to Vincent,” Maddox growled. “But it wasn’t him in them. I can smell someone else on those clothes through the stink of mongrel --”
Julia’s glare was pure warning.
“Lycan,” he amended, “has all but obliterated it. Whoever wore these tried to lead me away.”
Julia nodded. “Rick is away right now.”
“Yes.” He nodded, his gaze riveted to Madeline. “Vincent must have seen… I underestimated him. He knows we took the recruiter away from him. He knows where we are. And you…” With that his gaze turned to Julia. “You’re in danger, Julia,” he said gravely. “And this is my fault. I’m sorry.”
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