Wolf in Plain Sight

by Delilah Devlin

  She’d been silent ever since they’d left the bar and that worried him. He’d waited impatiently for her to retrieve her purse from beneath the front seat of her car, and then hurried her to his truck. If she changed her mind, he feared he wouldn’t have enough control to stop.

  Perhaps he shouldn’t have waited. But as hard and horny as he was, he knew a quick fuck against the bathroom stall wouldn’t have been enough to slake his need.

  Something about this woman told him getting her out of his system would not be quick. He wanted—no needed—to hammer at her pussy for a good long while. He just hoped that when he had her underneath him, he didn’t scare the shit out of her.

  Pulling into the driveway, he hit the garage door opener. The seconds it took for the door to rise and close them inside were interminable. He was out of the truck and pulling open her door before she’d finished fumbling to release her seatbelt.

  He held out his hand.

  Her face was pale, her mouth a tight line.

  He didn’t give her time to refuse. He clasped her hand and pulled her from the seat and into his arms. His kiss wasn’t gentle or tempting—his mouth ate hers, and he swept his tongue, still flavored with her release, into her mouth.

  Pia groaned, her hands clutching his shoulders, while her body pressed so hard against his, he thought she might try to crawl inside his skin.

  His hands reached for her soft bottom and he squeezed, bringing her hips flush with his arousal. He slipped his hands beneath her skirt to grip her warm, naked flesh and ground his cock between her thighs while he massaged her ass.

  The small whimpering sounds she made in the back of her throat drove him crazy—if he waited any longer to take her he might not keep control.

  The flimsy fabric of her panties gave beneath his tug, and he growled with satisfaction when he heard it tear. He dropped her underwear to the ground, and then encouraged her to raise her legs, one at a time, to hug his waist. Max pumped his cock against her exposed flesh, drinking her sighs. As moisture seeped from her to soak the front of his jeans, he trembled with the need to be inside her.

  He dragged away his mouth, his gaze boring into hers, and walked through the door into his kitchen and down the hallway to his bedroom, not bothering with lights.

  When he reached the bed, he climbed onto it, never letting her go, until she was beneath him, his arms cradling her. “Tell me now, if you want me to stop,” he said, straining to get the words past his lips. All he wanted was to tear their clothes from their bodies and get her naked skin next to his—his cock crammed inside her cunt as far as he could reach. “Spell it out for me, baby. I can’t make a mistake. Don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I don’t want you to stop,” she said, her voice tight.

  He rose on his arms. Light from a streetlamp outside filtered through the blinds, painting her face and body with pale gray stripes. Her eyes were huge in her face, her mouth already swollen from his earlier kisses. His belly and thighs tensed. “Be sure,” he said, fighting his body for control. “I’m so far gone, I can’t be gentle.”

  Her lips opened around a gasp. “I don’t want gentle. I want you inside me, hard and fast.”

  Straightening, he pulled his T-shirt over his head. Then his hands went straight for his jeans, and he opened them, closing his eyes with relief when his cock fell free from its denim tourniquet.

  Her breath caught. When he opened his eyes, he found her glassy stare glued to his dick. Her teeth bit her lower lip, and she moaned.

  He closed his fist around his cock. “Baby, I’m gonna fuck you like an animal,” he said, his voice growling his promise.

  Then he reached for her hips, shoving her skirt up to her waist to expose the nest of black hair that beckoned him like a siren. It glistened with her arousal. The spicy scent of her made his dick pulse.

  With shaking hands, he stripped the skirt and her halter-top from her body.

  Pia eagerly parted her legs and reached out with her arms. Her pale skin was luminous in the lamplight. Her nipples were dark, dimpled circles that made his mouth water. Every pale hill and shadowed valley of her body was on display—his for the taking. She appeared tiny beneath his large hands, everything about her as feminine, fragrant, and soft as a man could want. She made him ravenous as an animal to possess her.

  Unable to wait a moment longer, Max fell between her thighs, his cock prodding her warm, wet slit. When he was sure of his aim, he tilted his hips and thrust inside her, crowding past the tight, soft tissues of her vagina. Without giving her time to adjust to his size, he claimed her with a single stroke.

  Her muffled scream halted him.

  His chest heaved and his body trembled, but he held himself still above her. “Christ, I’m sorry. Baby, I can’t stop now,” he said, desperation making his voice thick.

  Pia’s breath panted. “Fuck me, Max. Fuck me hard,” she whispered.

  With another growl, he came down on top of her, pushing and grinding into her wet cunt until she sheathed his full length. He couldn’t stop to savor the feel of her body closing around him when his own clamored for him to move. His buttocks tensed, pulling away, and then he flexed forward, cramming his cock back inside. He pumped into her, the rhythm hard and jerky. The force of his strokes drove her body up the bed.

  Her voice rose on a moan, and she reached above her head to brace her arms against the headboard. Her legs settled around his hips, and her face grew taut. “Fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted.

  Max grunted as he pounded at her cunt, hammering hard, twisting to drive to one side then the other, needing to stroke the sweet spot inside her, needing to hear her say the words.

  “Fuck me, fuck me!” Her body grew rigid. “Harder!” Then he felt the clasp and roll of her inner muscles, drawing him deeper, summoning her climax.

  He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his back and ass expanding with the strain, clenching as he set his jaw and plunged. His head felt ready to explode, his cock and balls hardening like steel.

  Still, he jackhammered his hips until her groans turned to guttural gasps for air.

  Her legs and belly trembled, and her cries grew higher and incoherent. Her back arched off the bed, and then she screamed, long and loud.

  Max’s body burned like a match to dry kindling. He paused and pulled her legs from around his waist. Then he pushed them high, using his shoulders to force them upward so he could reach deeper inside.

  She moaned, and her head thrashed on the mattress, her hands fisting around the bedding.

  He had to get deeper—so deep he’d feel her heartbeat against his dick. He pressed her thighs into her chest and coaxed her to clasp her ankles around his neck.

  “Too much,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut. “It’s too much!”

  He turned his head, kissed her ankle, and drove his cock upward.

  Her breath hissed inward.

  “Baby, relax,” he said, realizing how absurd that had to sound when his body was clenched, readying itself for the final assault. Braced on his arms, her ankles snug around his neck, he rocked against her cunt, trying to keep it slow and steady, not wanting to hurt her.

  Pia’s gaze clung to his face, her eyes dark, her mouth rounded with her gasps.

  The tension built in his belly, and his strokes quickened, aided by a hot wash of creamy arousal from inside Pia’s body. He stroked and pounded, varying the length of his thrusts, reveling in the wet slaps of his belly and balls against her flesh. The bed shook and shimmied with the strength of his powerful fucking. Faster, harder, until the bed banged loudly against the wall.

  “Now! I’m coming again, now!” she keened. “Yes!”

  Max flung back his head, his eyes scrunched tight, and he howled as his body exploded, pumping thick jets of liquid heat to bathe her womb.

  Finally, his hips slowed their pounding motion to long gliding, inner caresses. He opened his eyes and stared down at the stranger beneath him and bent his head to kiss her. Thanking her with h
is body and mouth for the gift of sweet release.

  More comfortable now that her body wasn’t folded like a pretzel, Pia yawned. What a night. What a man!

  Her limbs remained as limp as overcooked linguine, and she ached deliciously. She lay on the bed still stunned by the strength of her climax. If anyone had asked her—before Max—whether she preferred a gentle lover or an animal, she’d have chosen gentle. Not that he’d given her more than a few little bruises where his hands had gripped her ass—oh, and a pussy that felt pretty raw and hot.

  Her hands smoothed over his back in lazy circles. His breathing had returned to normal, and the sweat on his chest and shoulders was dry, or drying on her. It was nice just lying beneath his weight, blanketed by two hundred pounds plus of prime, Grade-A human male.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice rumbling against her breast.

  “Sure.” Her jaw nearly cracked with the next deep yawn.

  “Do you need to rest?”

  Pia’s hands circled faster. “No, why?” she asked, her heart already skipping in front of his answer.

  “You’d tell me if you were too sore, right?”

  Pia was thankful for the darkness. No way did she want this man to see how flustered his intimate questioning was making her. “Sure.”

  “Good. I want you on your belly.”

  Did he expect her to snap to his order just like that? “In case you didn’t notice, you’re anchoring me to this bed.”

  He kissed her nipple and hauled himself up to kneel beside her.

  Pia rolled immediately to her belly. Who was she fooling? She couldn’t muster an ounce of irritation. She had to know what wickedness he had in store for her next. Round one had been mind-blowing.

  Besides, there was still time to complete her mission.

  Max’s hands palmed her buttocks as he crawled over her to straddle her thighs.

  Pia groaned and pressed her bottom upward.

  He kissed her shoulder, nuzzled through her hair to nip her neck, all the while his hands massaged her ass, squeezing, separating her cheeks, reigniting the fire that had only banked its embers.

  Then he stretched out on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress again while his cock nestled between her buttocks. The scrape of the denim still clothing his legs only added to the wild excitement clamoring throughout her body.

  Pia sighed and wriggled, wishing she could open her legs to take his hard cock into her body. Which place he chose to tunnel inside didn’t particularly matter. She wanted to be filled with his masculinity.

  He lifted a knee and nudged it between her legs.

  Relieved they were both hurtling forward at the same speed, Pia moved one leg to the side, then the other, as he climbed between them. He stretched over her again. But this time the hard ridge of his cock pressed directly against the super-sensitive flesh between her legs, while his weight squashed her to the mattress, leaving her breathless. Her body responded with liquid encouragement, seeping out to lubricate his cock as the rolling motion of his hips stoked the flames higher.

  “I wanted to take it slow this time,” he said, an edge of desperate laughter in his voice.

  “Slow—fast, I don’t care,” she said, gasping for air. “Just come inside me, please.”

  “I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I didn’t get you ready first. Your cunt is red-hot. I’ll hurt you.”

  Oh, he’d used the C-word! Her body clenched. On any other man’s lips, she’d have taken offense, but he said it so easily, so naturally. The gravel in his rough voice made the word erotically charged.

  “So get to work,” she whispered, “on my…cunt…please,” she whispered.

  He growled next to her ear, and his teeth grazed her neck. Apparently, he liked her saying the word, too. Then he lifted off her body, and she heard the sound of rustling bedding.

  “Lift your hips, baby.”

  She groaned and lifted her bottom.

  “Higher.” He shoved two pillows beneath her, raising her bottom. “Do you mind if I turn on a light?”

  Pia’s breath hitched. The man wasn’t going to leave her any shred of modesty. With her face pressed to the mattress, he’d have a view of…everything. Places she’d never seen. “Do it.”

  He didn’t choose the lamp on the bedside table. No, he went for the one on his bureau, even angled it to remove any chance of shadows marring his view.

  Pia groaned and pressed her hot cheeks to the bed.

  Max laughed as he returned, the mattress dipping to one side with his weight. His hands caressed her ass. “Don’t worry about it. You’re beautiful.” His fingers combed the down between her legs. “Open your legs wider, sweetheart.”

  Once again, Pia obeyed. One part of her was eager for his exploration, the other cringed inside at the intimacy he forced on her. A coupling in the dark was one thing—even hanging from a stall with her legs spread wide had been different. She’d been able to see him. Now, she was vulnerable, under his control. Waiting for the next wicked thing he would do.

  He cupped her sex with his palm. “You’re red here, and hot. Would you like me to cool you down?”

  “I thought me being hot was the whole point,” she said, her words muffled in the bedding.

  “Aroused—not irritated. There’s a difference. You’re red—raw looking, actually,” he said, his voice not sounding the least bit regretful.

  “Are you going to give a tour?” she asked, with a bite in her voice.

  “Would you like that?”

  Again, that sexy hint of a growl made her fingers curve tightly around the sheets.

  He squeezed her ass.

  “I would never have guessed you were a man of so many words.”

  “I was focused before.” His fingers traced a lazy trail between her buttocks. “I don’t talk much when I have a target.”

  “You have two targets now.” She couldn’t believe she’d just said that! “Shouldn’t you be doubly quiet?”

  “But I’m enjoying making you squirm.” He nipped her ass.

  She yelped and lifted her rear higher. “A sadist, then?”

  “Do you like pain?” He circled her anus.

  “Augh!” She bunched the bedding around her face and tried to control the trembling excitement building in her belly. “Sometimes,” she whispered.

  “I’ve left bruises on your ass. I’m sorry about that.” He gently placed wet kisses on each one.

  “I didn’t mind.”

  “I may leave a few more before I’m done.”

  “Oh, please…”

  Chapter Three

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  “Seduce him or turn him.”

  Pia shuddered at the memory of Navarro’s tight-lipped order. His scary, intense stare had made every hair on Pia’s body rise.

  Some of the female vamps, and a few of the males, thought he was pretty hot with his dark, shoulder-length hair, olive complexion, and a slender face that looked like a picture she’d once seen in a textbook of an ancient Byzantine king.

  The others were convinced he had to know a lot about pleasing a woman, as old as he was. That he had to know dark, ancient techniques when only a look could make their flesh burn for him. But she’d never actually heard of him taking a lover.

  The only thing he inspired in Pia was a major case of the willies.

  For one thing, the man never smiled. His mouth was beautiful, perfectly symmetrical, curved at the corners like he’d been a man who smiled a lot—while he’d lived. Sitting in his study in his large, leather armchair, the center of his mouth had formed a straight line. Betraying no hint of emotion, he’d talked about the human who served as the only impediment to the Masters’ plan to extend their reach into southern Florida.

  And his dark eyes never seemed to blink. She’d stared transfixed the few times she’d been in his presence, waiting for him to lower his lids or do something that would make him seem the least bit—well, human…like.

  “So, if he’s such a
problem, why don’t Dylan or Quentin handle him?” she’d asked, after gathering her courage.

  “They are our diplomats. They must remain blameless. Besides, their wives care about this human.”

  “Do they know you’re sending someone?”

  “Yes, that’s why I offered you the option of seducing him.” He waved a negligent hand. “Otherwise, I’d have said, turn him or kill him.”

  “Oh.” She looked down at her hands and realized she was clutching them together so tightly her knuckles were white. She unclasped them and wiped off the sweat from her palms onto her slacks.

  Raising her gaze, she found him watching her curiously, like a bug beneath a microscope, his palms pressed together and fingers steepled under his chin.

  She took a deep breath. “Do they know I’m the one you want to send?”

  “They are not to be apprised of my plan,” he said, his words clipped. “They don’t even know things are already underway. It’s best this way.”

  “Quentin might not be too happy to see me,” she said, working her way up to broaching the subject that really bothered her about this assignment.

  “Quentin has softened since his marriage. I doubt he still holds a grudge.”

  If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn there was a smile in his voice. “Well, if you’re certain I’m right for this job…”

  “You’ll be perfect,” he’d said, his gaze boring holes into her. “Try seduction…first.”

  With her ass in the air and Max’s lips trailing kisses across her bottom, Pia wondered who was doing the seducing here.

  When his tongue laved the hot skin of her swollen labia, she forgot about Navarro, forgot about her assignment. Her whole world narrowed to the glide of Max’s talented tongue.

  He licked and fluttered, teasing her with shallow inward strokes that had her lifting her bottom to follow the motion. “I need more. This is torture,” she said, her voice sounding thin to her own ears.

  His response was to blow a stream of cooling air over her, and then he pressed apart her lips to direct another cool stream at her opening.