He deepened the kiss, and a shudder of awareness coursed through her. Her body turned liquid as she melted against his hard frame. Her breasts met his muscled torso and her nipples hardened, yearning for his attention.
She held onto him, running her hands under his wild mane and over his massive shoulder blades, as liquid heat pooled within. Her heart pounded against him, a strange beckoning for something she couldn’t decipher.
His hand skimmed over her back, her side, and then up to the side of her breast. She pulled her body from his chest just enough to allow him greater access. He rewarded her by caressing it, running his forefinger over her nipple until it responded into a tight peak. She sighed against his mouth.
“You feel so good,” he murmured. “Taste so good, too.”
“Mattias,” she purred.
He moved his mouth down her face, peppering her jawline with kisses. She tilted her head as he descended and licked a slick trail over her throat.
“Mattias,” she repeated.
“Yes?” His warm breath tickled her skin.
“Stay here tonight,” she said. “Stay here with me.”
* * *
Mattias struggled with the warring in his body. His beast urged him to take Rachel, mark her, and brand her as his. His brain warned him not to push her too quickly.
Yet, when she’d invited him to stay, restraint ebbed away. She wanted this as much as he did. The lust that throbbed through him mirrored her own. The attraction between them simmered like volcanic heat.
Remain in control, he warned himself. Something about his desire for her was dangerous. After all, he’d already changed his plans to see what would happen.
He took a deep breath. Then, he took a strand of her dark, silky hair and ran it between his fingers, trying to ignore the ache between his legs. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes.” She placed her hands on his chest. “I want you.” She ran them down the front of his body. “Do you want me?”
The sudden hesitation in her voice indicated her self-consciousness. Could she possibly question how much he ached for her?
He pressed forward so his raging hard erection brushed her belly. “What do you think?”
She reached down and stroked her fingers over his cock. He cursed the fabric that separated them.
“Yes,” she said with triumph in her eyes.
She pulled her hand away and he groaned. “Sorry, I’m not good at this role.”
“What role?”
Her brows furrowed. “This.” She stepped back and motioned between them. “It’s been a long time since I was with anyone.”
He appraised her tight expression. “Are you having second thoughts?”
“God, no,” she said quickly. “I’d hate myself if I drove you away when that’s the opposite of what I’m trying to say.”
“What is it?”
“I just want you to be aware that—well—I might not be as experienced as you’re used to.”
He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “You might be overestimating my experience.”
He’d been with women since gaining his freedom, but besides physical attraction, there had been nothing between them. And once the encounter was over, they’d gone their separate ways.
She furrowed her brows. “A good-looking guy like you. You’ve likely had loads of attention at the club. And I’ve seen plenty of hot women there wearing very little.”
He dropped his arms to his sides and spread them six inches from his body. “And yet, you’re the most beguiling of them all, even fully covered like you’re wearing a cloak. It’s not just your beauty, there’s something about you. Something that gets me right here.” He covered his chest.
What the hell was he doing revealing things like that to her? She’d already said she didn’t want a relationship.
Her eyes brightened. “Oh.”
He exhaled with a rough breath, focusing on the moment. “Maybe you should set the pace. We’ll go at your speed.”
She glanced at the floor and heat flushed her cheeks. “You’re okay with that?”
“Okay with it? Nothing is sexier than a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to express it.”
She lifted determined eyes to meet his. “Then come with me.”
* * *
Once again, Rachel feared she’d gotten in over her head with Mattias. When he’d put the reins in her hands, a trickle of excitement buzzed through her, empowering her to act. She led him to her bedroom like she was some viper of seduction, even though she’d never felt that way.
She hadn’t scared him off with her inexperience. Although she’d been married, the passion had quickly fizzled out, and they’d spent much of their short-lived marriage in different beds. Leading different lives. And eventually severing their relationship.
Hell no, she wouldn’t think of him now. He was her past. That wasn’t to say Mattias was her future, but he was definitely her present.
And, she wanted to savor every moment of it.
Once they entered her bedroom, she scanned it. The bed was made, as she was compulsive about that, as she was about neatness in general. Nothing was on her dresser unless it needed to be. She avoided clutter. It went counter to self-control—something she’d struggled for and continued to do even though her curse would no longer permit it.
Enough of thinking of that, too. You have Mattias here in your room, as you’d fantasized about. This is the time to act on those, not worry about everything that will surely return come the morning.
Right. This wasn’t the time to overthink, but feel. Truly feel all these wild new sensations that coursed through her whenever she was around Mattias.
He sat on the edge of her bed and eyed her. “What would you like to do next, Rachel?”
His voice had lowered to a deep whiskey croon. God, if his accent alone didn’t undo her, the deep probing of his intense eyes staring at her could.
She took a deep breath and exhaled. “Get closer to you.” She stepped before him.
He widened his stance, allowing her to step between his legs. “Do with me whatever you like,” he encouraged.
Every time she’d been near him, she’d been reminded of his massive stature as he towered over her. But, now with him sitting, she stood at a higher level. It helped even the field where she’d felt as overwhelmed as an intern on the first day in the lab.
She traced her fingers over his cheek and then his lips, following the sinuous curve. She bent and kissed them. He raised her arms as if about to touch her, but then he relaxed them, keeping her in the lead.
After she pulled away, she lowered her gaze. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and then his massive chest, her fingers skimmed a button on his shirt. The top one was unbuttoned, revealing a bit of bronzed skin. She unbuttoned the next and stroked the exposed flesh.
She kissed him again as she continued with the next, eagerly running her hands over the hard planes. When his shirt was finally unbuttoned, he pulled it off and tossed it onto the hardwood floor.
God, he wasn’t just massive, but cut and carved like a perfect sculpture of a man. She kissed down over his neck and then moved over his upper body, tracing the path of her fingers with her tongue. Pushing him back onto her bed, he scooted up and she straddled him, touching and licking as she pleased.
A decadent growl originated in his chest and rumbled out of him. “I seem to be benefiting a great deal with this arrangement.”
“Goodness, me, too,” she said. How could she not with someone as phenomenal as him letting her do with him as she wished?
When she reached the top of his pants, she unfastened and unzipped it. She reached inside and touched his shaft, caressing the soft flesh over the hardness beneath. He seemed even harder now and more massive, if that was possible. Heat rose within. A twinge of feeling out of control followed, like she’d stepped into an unfamiliar new world. An exciting, unexplored terrain.
You can do this. She stroked
him, and he raised and lowered his hips.
“Oh Rachel,” he murmured. “That feels so good.”
Damn, she loved being able to lead in this way. It felt incredible to have this impact on him.
She pulled at his pants. “Let’s get these off, so I can continue.”
His eyes flashed with decadent anticipation. “Anything you like, my siren.”
Siren? That was something she’d never been called before. Since it rang close to the seductress she’d been attempting to play, it signaled good progress.
He stood and pulled his pants down and his erection sprang free. It was as impressive as the rest of him.
She swallowed. Would she even be able to handle it? She’d never been with someone quite so large.
“Is everything all right?” he asked.
It was odd for him to be fully naked on her bed while she was still clothed, but it added to the effect of keeping her in control of the situation.
“Everything is perfect.” She encouraged him to lie back on the bed and then crawled over to him.
She straddled him and then kissed him again, keeping her hips raised.
He stroked the sides of her body, trailing them down to her hips. “Sorry. I’m not supposed to touch you yet. Not until you say.” He pulled his hands away.
“I like how your hands feel,” she said. The sudden absence of his touch left her cool. “Don’t stop.”
When he resumed stroking her with soft lazy circles, she moved her lips from his. Kissing and licking her way down his torso, she lowered herself down the muscular length of his body.
She trailed her fingers as she descended, touching the contours. When she reached his erection, she paused. She stroked the hard length.
“Oh, that feels so good.” He moved his hands up to her breasts.
She leaned into his touch. Why was she wearing clothes? She needed skin on skin contact. Leaning back, she removed her top. His smoldering eyes scanned her before he followed with soft, exploratory strokes of her revealed skin.
He molded his large hands over her breasts, and she purred. Her nipples ached for more of his touch. She unfastened her bra and then leaned forward, rubbing her breasts against his chest as she slid down his body.
When she reached his erection, a bead of liquid pooled at the tip. She licked it and the salty tang of him tickled her taste buds.
“Oh God, Rachel. That feels incredible.”
She took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
“Fuck yes,” he swore.
She popped the tip out and licked down and back up his shaft. It had been so long since she’d done this. Then, she took more of him in her mouth, adding her hand to cup the lower part of his shaft. There was no way she could get all of him.
The control he’d handed to her was intoxicating—she could bring him such pleasure. As she worked him using both mouth and hands, she was as fascinated as the first time she’d tried this in college, exploring how each of her actions affected him. He ran his hands over her, from stroking her hair to caressing her breasts. He stroked her nipples into hard peaks and raised his hips, matching the rhythm she’d set. Liquid heat pooled in between her legs, and she thrummed with a yearning for more.
“Phenomenal,” he muttered.
As her pace quickened, Mattias moaned. “Rachel.” He gently pulled her head away.
“That feels so good, but I’ll explode.” He released a guttural sound. “There’s no way I’m coming before you.”
With the pulsing heat in her core, she was halfway there herself. “Then, I better get these off.” While she peeled off the clothes on the lower-half of her body, his eyes tracked every move. When she was fully naked, his gaze darkened.
If she wasn’t so turned on, she might have squirmed with an urge to cover her nudity. The admiration in his eyes fueled her with an unfamiliar boldness.
She stepped toward him and challenged him with a seductive glance. “Now it’s your turn to do what you’d like with me.”
Chapter 10
Mattias rubbed his hand over his jaw. Fuck, Rachel was going to destroy him. She was so damn gorgeous. When she’d offered herself to him fully naked, a strangled growl caught in his throat.
It was so difficult not to touch and take all of her when the beast within him yearned to do so. A strange driving echo in his soul urged him to claim her as his. Shit. That went counter to what she wanted. Hell, it wasn’t what he wanted either. They’d both decided to stick to this being a casual encounter. No point in pushing for what would only complicate things.
When she’d taken him in her mouth, he thought he’d go delirious. It felt so fuckin’ good, he wanted to explode like pyrotechnics across the night. But, no way in hell would he do that without touching her, tasting her, making her scream his name.
“You’re stunning, Rachel. Très belle. Even more beautiful than I imagined.”
He climbed off the bed to stand before her.
She glanced up at him and gave him a naughty smile. “You’ve pictured me naked?”
“As much as I’ve fantasized many things about you.” He tilted her chin, raising her head. “Like this.” He bent down to claim her mouth again.
Passion exploded within when their lips locked. Electric heat liquefied his muscles. He pulled her into his arms, pressing her perfect breasts to his torso. Then, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
Gently placing her on the bed, he then kissed and nibbled every exposed inch of flesh. He cupped the soft mounds of her breast, teasing the hard nipples with his tongue. She squirmed beneath him, releasing soft sounds of pleasure, and ran her fingers through his hair.
The scent of her arousal pulled him downward, like the promise of an addictive ambrosia. He lowered one hand to trace the soft curves of her midriff, her abdomen, and then out to her hip. Trailing his fingers inward over her thigh, he licked between her breasts as he moved lower still.
“Oh, Mattias,” she murmured, dropping her fingers to his shoulder blades.
He danced his fingers up her inner thigh and stroked between her folds. She was already so slick with wet heat, so ready to welcome him in. He inserted a finger into her tight channel, moving in and out.
“Are you like this for me?” he murmured against her soft flesh.
“Yes. I want you.”
He circled her belly button with his tongue, and she squirmed.
“How much?” he prodded.
“Desperately.” Her ragged breaths confirmed her need.
He lowered his mouth and inhaled the feminine aroma that drove him wild. When he tasted her, his desire rocketed higher. He forced himself to take it slow despite the frantic need to taste, touch, fuck. The yearning to please her outweighed all else. He wanted to be the one to bring her utmost satisfaction.
As she moaned with greater intensity, he worked his fingers inside. Soon, she squirmed and clutched the sheets. He increased the intensity until she cried out and then gasped for air as she pulsed around him. Her sweet honey coated his tongue and he lapped all he could.
After he pulled away, desperate with the need to sink inside her, he slid the head of his cock in between her folds. “You’re so beautiful, Rachel. I want you so bad.”
She glanced at him through dreamy, half-hooded eyes, and pulled him on to her. “Wait. We need a condom.” Her eyes widened with the realization. She reached for her nightstand and fumbled beneath. “I know there are some buried in here.”
He didn’t want to think about why or for whom. They were a human necessity to guard against diseases, something a shifter wouldn’t carry. Yet, there was a chance he could impregnate her. An image of her round with his child flashed before him, something he’d never considered as something he wanted.
Finally, she unearthed a shiny packet and pulled it open. He glided it over his shaft and lay over her again.
He pushed the head inside her. Her tightness resisted him. With slow deliberation, he drove in, allowing her to ad
just. Seconds passed with blissful agony until he was finally inside.
She clutched onto him as he drove in and out of her with long strokes. Fuck, the feel of her was intense. Too good. His fascination for her over the last month or so culminated with such intense sensations rocketing through him that he couldn’t even identify.
What was it about her that got to him this way?
Thoughts turned into fragments as their pace quickened. Soon, they disappeared altogether as he fell into the pleasurable abyss of the two of them joined.
They grabbed at each other with increasing desperation. He lifted her hips and drove into her. In this position, her sounds grew more frantic. Her need intensified, reflecting his own.
He pounded into her with forceful thrusts, and she cried out, shattering on him and pulsing with tight, hot contractions.
It was too much. He couldn’t hold back any longer. In three more strokes, he crashed with her, exploding with a force that momentarily blinded him.
When his racing heartbeat slowed and he could breathe normally again, his senses began to return. Yes, there was something dangerous about this woman.
Something powerful enough that could unravel him.
What the hell was it?
* * *
Damn. Rachel had never had a night like that. Her body still tingled with the delicious memory of Mattias’s touch and those numerous spell-binding climaxes as she ate a bagel and cream cheese the next morning. Even more amazing was the lightness that lingered. The tension and anxiety that had exacerbated with a long-term lease in her body since being bitten abated.
For the moment, at least.
After they’d awoke, he’d offered to take her out to breakfast. It was enticing, but she needed to keep things casual. They exchanged numbers, and then he’d left.
As she ate alone, she questioned whether that had been a smart move.
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