“Yeah, Beck. Though I wish to hell it had been Liam’s face I’d rearranged. But he was too busy fucking you. Yeah, I heard you scream his name.”
His condemning tone made her feel a little sick. Not with shame, exactly. Not just embarrassment. And he sounded…jealous almost. But Raine held her tongue. What could they say that hadn’t already been said?
“Want to tell me why you’re throwing things and trying to wake everyone in the place up?”
“Leave me alone and go back to bed. Let Liam sink into your hot little cunt some more. I’m sure he hasn’t gotten his fill of you yet. In his place, I wouldn’t have,” he snarled. “But then I’ve got six years of ache for you to fuck out of my system, and I could never sate that in one goddamn night. I’d tie you to my bed and devour you for weeks. Months. Until you were sore. Wrung out. Exhausted and begging me not to fuck you again. And that still wouldn’t stop me.”
This from the man who had thrown her from his room for trying to seduce him? Raine stared at Hammer as if he’d spoken a foreign language. His every word burned desire into her. It sizzled her belly, seared her pussy. She couldn’t let herself be swayed. Crap like this was easy to spew when one was nursing tequila.
“Bullshit. You’re drunk. I’m going back to bed.” Raine whirled away, knowing she should leave the room, but just couldn’t let his little speech go. She turned back to him, hands on her hips. “Just when I think you’ve still got a decent bone in your body—Beck told me that he’s a damn doctor and that he wasn’t supposed to hurt me—then you try to B.S. me. When I came to your room, I gave you every opportunity to work out any ache you might have for me. But no. Because you don’t have one. If this is some effort to save my ego or whatever, just...stop. I know you’re never going to tie me to your bed.”
And she didn’t want to hear Hammer confirm that fact, so she belted Liam’s robe around her more tightly and, shoulders stiff, pivoted toward the stairs again.
“Goddamnit, don’t turn away from me. You look at me. Now!”
The force of his demand sent a startled glance over her shoulder. Where the hell had his anger come from?
“Am I drunk? Fuck, yeah. Because of you! Don’t think I’m doing anything to save your ego, precious. I’m saving your goddamn life.”
She turned back to him and crossed her arms over her chest with a snort. “Riiiight... I know your reputation, Hammer. You trying to warn me away from your big, bad Dom self because you want me to worry that you’d tie me to your bed and what? Fuck me to death?” She rolled her eyes. “Please... You’re so full of shit. I don’t even understand this game, but I’m done playing it. Put the cap on the bottle and go to bed. And try not to throw any more barstools.”
He rushed toward her with a burning glower, then pulled her to his broad, hard chest. His steely erection throbbed against her, prodding her from beneath his trousers. “You think I wouldn’t tie you to my bed, precious? Trust me, given the chance, I’d live out every nasty fantasy I’ve hidden for the past six years. I’d make you my dirty little whore and you’d beg me to use you in ways that would make the devil blush.”
Raine went wide eyed. She barely had time to process his silky threat before he grabbed her hair and tugged, forcing her gaze to his. His stare delved, branded, commanded.
The truth hit her. She swallowed—hard. Oh god... “You’re serious. All these years, you’ve wanted...” She gaped at him, trying to reconcile everything she thought she knew with the dark thunder of desire pounding across his face, charging up the air between them. “Me?”
“Every fucking hour of every goddamn day. Do you have any idea how insane I was when I found out you’d given your virginity to that piece of shit, Zak? He won’t be back. Ever. I made sure of it.” Something dangerous and lethal flashed in his eyes.
Pieces of the puzzle started snapping together. “I know you’ve made everyone who ever touched me go away.”
“That’s right. And I always will. I’ve wanted you almost since I took you in that hot August night six years ago. You weren’t quiet eighteen yet, and I called myself every name in the book: pervert, pedophile, dumb fuck. None of it stopped me from wanting you.”
God, she didn’t understand this complicated man. “I’ve been here all this time. I’m not a teenager anymore.”
“I noticed. When you grew up on me and blossomed into the incredible woman you are now…” He stopped and trailed his thumb over her bottom lip.
Raine found it hard to breathe. His information was almost more than she could absorb. Reconciling it in her head was like suddenly hearing that the sky wasn’t actually blue.
He. Wanted. Her. The shock of that just kept rolling through her system. After hiding it for years, why admit how he felt now? Because he was drunk enough to finally be honest?
The way his thumb kept brushing her lip and his stare lasered in on her mouth made her insides jumpy, her folds turn damp.
“Wait. You’ve always treated me like a child.” Remembering all the hurt and anger, she jerked out of his embrace. “Like your sister. What’s changed? Did you watch Liam fuck my ass and suddenly decide I’m grown up and, therefore, fair game?”
“You’ve been grown up in my eyes since you turned eighteen. In some ways, even before then. As for Liam…” He curled his lip in a condescending sneer. “He can’t handle you. You’re going to walk all over him, precious. You need a strong Dom who can keep you under his thumb and your sexy ass in line. I’m the only one who could ever give you those boundaries you crave. Don’t kid yourself. He’ll be a fun play toy, but that’s all. You’ll always hunger for me to be firm with you and push your limits.”
Oh, she understood now. Same song, different verse. “Before, you told me that I wasn’t mature enough, good enough, strong enough. Now you’re going to dangle that cock in front of me because I’m taken, so I still can’t have you. Then what’s the point to this dazzling truth?” she spit at him. “You’re never going to touch me. Malign Liam if it makes you feel better, but he’s tender and wonderful and has the guts to treat me like a woman.”
She stalked over to the bar, grabbed the bottle, and guzzled from it. The tequila burned going down, and she welcomed the fire as she slammed the bottle aside and fastened her stare on him again. Her blood sang. Her body buzzed, and not for anything would she admit that to him. “And you never will. So take your boundaries and shove them up your ass.”
Before she could draw in another breath, he pursued her, pressing his hot body against hers. His bare chest heaved and his lips were drawn in a tight, angry line.
He glared down into her eyes. “I never said anything like that. You’re the one who conjured up self-depreciating reasons, not me. If I were going to dangle my cock in your face, I’d sure as fuck instruct you how to suck it. Trust me, it’s not my ass that’s going to get reamed, and it’s not boundaries I’ll be shoving up yours.”
Grinding his heated arousal against her, he closed his eyes and moaned, making her shake all over. When he opened them again, she saw savage hunger blazing there. “Hammer, I…”
“Not another fucking word, Raine.”
He slanted his mouth over hers, his lips seizing her own, taking, claiming, demanding everything from her. Shock pinged through her. Raine’s head spun. Her heart roared. Her pussy wept. And she opened her lips to him, couldn’t help but kiss him back.
He grabbed handfuls of Liam’s robe in his big fists and dragged her even closer. She hadn’t known that was possible, but every inch of her was covered by him. His brutal grip parted the silk, and she felt nothing but his trousers against her swelling folds as he all but inhaled her, stabbing his way into her mouth like he owned her.
Raine melted, her head swimming, dizzy. She moaned and opened wider to him, arching against him in a silent pleading for more, just like she always had...
How long before he put a stop to it and pried himself away this time?
Tearing herself from his kiss and jerking from his grip, she
panted and stared at him through the shadows, backing up until she hit the bar. “Stop. I’m not playing this game. I’m Liam’s now.”
But he wasn’t looking at her face. His hot stare was fixed decidedly lower, on one of her breasts he’d bared by clawing at the robe. The pale orb hung heavy in the moonlight, nipple drawn up tight. She reached for the lapels of the garment to cover herself, but Hammer, with a muscle ticcing in his jaw, was already on her.
“No game, precious. Tonight, you’re mine!” He fastened his mouth over her exposed peak, sucking her deep. His teeth sank into her tender flesh as the tip of his tongue flicked over her nipple, immersing her in a blistering combination of pleasure and pain. He cupped her breasts in his big palms and teased her distended tips, alternating from one to the other with his teeth, lips, and tongue.
The sensations drowned her instantly. Macen touching her was everything she’d thought it would be and more. Pleasure dragged her under to a dark, lovely place. She tossed her head back, clenching and unclenching her fists. It was her only defense against the need to wrap her hands in his hair and hold him to her. But it didn’t work for long.
Suddenly, a moan slipped from her throat, and Raine cradled his face as he tongued her nipple. She felt the jolt straight to her clit. Her back arched. She curled her leg over his hip. God, she was all but rubbing against him. And she still didn’t really understand why he wanted her now. Just because he was drunk enough not to care about tomorrow? Well, she cared.
Raine twisted her body, breaking his suction on her breast. “If you had wanted to show me yesterday, fine. But today... And Liam...” She shook her head. “I said yes to him. I made a promise.”
Nipping at the tight tip of her breast with his teeth until she cried out, he finally released the throbbing nubs. “Fuck Liam. He made you believe he was saving you from Beck. He mindfucked you into thinking he was the only one who could. I’ve saved you for years, Raine. I will always be here to save you. Always.”
The vow in his eyes was fierce, and a tremor passed through her. Without another word, he smoothed his palms over her shoulders, sliding the robe from her body. Naked and more exposed than she ever imagined she could be, Macen wrapped his hands around her narrow waist and lifted her onto the bar. His eyes never left hers as they laid claim to her soul. His nostrils flared, and she could smell her own arousal in the air between them.
“Lay back. I’ve wanted to know the flavor of you on my tongue for a lifetime.”
Chapter 7
She should stop him. She fooled herself into thinking that she could. But Patrón had ripped away his veneer of the passive protector, of civilization. If she’d thought she wanted Macen before, it was nothing compared to the ache he filled her with now that he’d finally, truly kissed her. Maybe a smarter woman would have been able to close off her feelings after the public punishment. But she wasn’t that woman. Right or wrong, she still wanted him, felt him in a huge corner of her heart.
The choice was hers; she knew that. But was there really any question? The man she’d wanted forever was offering her a fantasy. All she had to do was lie back and let him do his worst.
But Liam... Had he really mindfucked her? Had he worked the situation to his advantage to sleep with her? To stab Hammer in the back? Whatever the reason, he’d barely known she existed, beyond trying to extract Hammer’s secrets from her, until two days ago. He didn’t love her. And she didn’t love him.
Hammer would sober up tomorrow and likely regret this. If she gave up her one opportunity to be under him, she’d kick herself for the rest of her life. She was rationalizing, yes. But it all boiled down to her certainty that she’d never be whole without knowing his touch at least once.
“Yes, Sir.” She lay back against the bar and shyly parted her legs a bit, craving his approval.
“Jesus,” he breathed thickly. “Wider. I want your sweet pussy splayed opened just for me so I can breathe you in, taste every drop.”
Her breath caught in her lungs. How long had she dreamed about hearing him command her?
Spreading her legs as wide as she could, exposing every slick fold for his pleasure, she sucked in a quivering gasp as his warm lips hovered just above her swollen pussy.
“Yeah…mine. Look at you, so stunning. I’ve imagined you like this, but now that you’re here... Fuck, my precious one, you’re breathtaking,” he praised. “Don’t come without my permission. You won’t disappoint me.” He raised a sharp brow at her. “Will you?”
Disappoint him? She didn’t want to, ever. But just being in the same room with him aroused her, much less having his face in her pussy, a breath away from tasting her. Already she felt dangerously close to orgasm.
Trembling, she took a deep breath and tried to steady herself, then grabbed her knees and held herself open for him. “I will try. For you, I will always try.”
He trailed his fingers up the inside of both thighs, his breath feathering over her aching slit. “Oh, precious, you’ll do a hell of a lot more than try. Anything you set your mind to, you accomplish. You’ll find the strength. The desire to submit burns brightly inside you, and I’m determined to make it blaze even hotter for me.”
He lowered his head and drew his hot, slick tongue through her swelling folds and up to her clit. Unable to stop herself, her hips arched as his lips captured her clit and sucked at the turgid bud. She cried out. With slow, deliberate strokes, his tongue caressed and toyed, driving her higher and faster than she’d ever experienced.
The way he worshipped her pussy melted her. The way he knew her psyche undid her even more. God, how badly she wanted to please him, more than anyone else in her life. The feel of his tongue rasping over her sensitive flesh, trailing in long, sinful laps to swipe at her clit had her wailing. She gasped when he did it again. Arched higher. Lifted to him. Keened out her need.
“Please, Hammer. Please... God, yes. I want to please you. But I don’t know how to fight this pleasure. No one’s ever...” She panted, unable to form more words as his thumb prowled over her little button and he stabbed his tongue inside her, all the way to her fluttering center.
Then he eased back and slid two fingers in her slick slit. “My sweet girl, I’ve longed to be your first at something. Fuck, yes. I’m dying to give you this ecstasy. Look at me, Raine. Look into my eyes.”
Forcing open her heavy lids, she blinked as she tried desperately to focus.
“That’s it,” he cajoled. “Don’t look away and don’t close your eyes. I want to watch you struggle to hold that orgasm back for me. It’s big, isn’t it? Yes. And your desperation is going to taste so sweet.”
A slow smile crept over his lips before he moved his thumb and concentrated his skillful tongue on her clit again. His stare penetrated as surely as his fingers as they dragged in and out of her wet pussy with deliberate, measured strokes, curling and brushing the sensitive patch of nerves deep inside. Those sensations mingled and quickly merged to create a massive ache. She struggled to process it. Containing it was impossible. His unblinking stare still held hers captive, just as he did her body, telling her without a word how much he was enjoying her sensual distress.
Still, she marveled at the fact that Hammer touched her, that he found her woman enough to want. That he looked at her with a hunger that promised to devastate and consume.
The feelings jumbled together and tore away at her restraint. She dragged in huge gulps of air, trying to keep herself centered, but the heady pleasure of it just kept unraveling her. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold on.
“Hammer...” she whimpered. “Please, I’m begging you. It’s so big. It’s going to pull me under. I can’t—”
“You can. And you will. Just a bit longer.” His words reverberated over her pulsating nub and shards of lightning zapped her spine. She cried out as she struggled to control the towering need building, faster and harder. He eased his mouth away, but his eyes never relinquished his hold on hers. “Tell me how badly you’re burning.
”
“Help me. I’m at the edge, dangling. The sensations keep getting hotter. Please. Please...let me come.”
“Soon, precious. I’m savoring the sounds of you begging for me. They make my dick so hard.”
She panted, her entire body tensing to hold her orgasm back. Dizziness swirled in her head. In the face of this much need, her will to fight him and his mastery dissolved. “Hammer, I’ll do it. I’ll beg. Please, I’ll be good. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“You’ll give me everything. Keep your eyes on me, even if my image blurs in your ecstasy.” With a frantic nod, she whimpered, clinging to her resolve by a thread. “I want to feel it fucking now, Raine. Come!”
Hammer fused his lips to her clit as he slid another finger into her sweltering cunt. Stretching. Driving. Demanding her orgasm. He pressed her hard clit between his teeth and tongue, insistently sucking as he hurtled her over the edge.
The sensations overwhelmed her. Raine slapped her palms on the bar, her body arching and surging up to his demanding mouth. He prowled her pussy, probed every nerve, and shoved such electric pleasure on her that she wailed his name. Sensations crested and threatened to drown her. But she didn’t look away. Her eyes pleaded with him, while the gleam in his only promised her more of the sublime torture.
He devoured her, dragging out each second to infinity, stimulating her every nerve until her body jolted. She squirmed to escape the insanity. He wasn’t about to let her off that easily. With a tight grip, he held her hips down and forced her to keep taking the punishing lashes of his tongue as he lapped and drank her essence. And that sharp, hungry stare of his told her that he’d let her know when he was done.
After an agonizing stroke of his tongue up her center, an indulgent smile curled his lips. “That was a delicious appetizer. I’m going to need another taste.”
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