What a Wolf Desires (Lux Catena Series Book 1)

by Amy Pennza

  He had to be lying. She didn’t have much to brag about in the breast department. Yet she couldn’t detect any deception in his scent.

  And the way he looked at her…

  His expression was rapt, his eyes on the quivering flesh in his palms. He lowered his head and kissed the tip of each breast with a reverence that took her breath away.

  “Lie down, bébé,” he whispered. “Let me love you.”

  She fell back against the pillows, and he followed her down, stretching alongside her, his weight braced on one bent forearm.

  Fiery sparks shot to her sex as he plucked at the tight points of her nipples, then lowered his head and took one in his mouth, suckling. The fire blazed hotter.

  His beard rasped along her stomach, electrifying her sensitive skin. Beside his dark head, her other nipple poked upward, the stiff pink tip begging for attention. She brushed her palm over the aching bud.

  Without removing his mouth, he pushed her hand away and pinched her other nipple, rolling the engorged peak between his fingers. Pleasure-pain shot from her breast to her sex, and she groaned. As he had in the car, he nipped her, his teeth teasing her sensitive flesh.

  He rolled on top of her, keeping the bulk of his weight on his forearms. His hardness brushed her leg as he wedged his hips between hers. Hard pecs skimmed her damp nipples, catching against the moistened tips. Growling low in his throat, he kissed down her chest, his lips blazing a line of heat from her breastbone to her belly button. When he got to the waistband of her jeans, he looked up.

  “You’re overdressed.”

  She opened her mouth, but only an incoherent sound emerged—a cross between a moan and a gurgle.

  His low chuckle vibrated against her legs, where his stomach rested. With a deft finger, he slid the button of her jeans through the buttonhole and unzipped her fly. She lifted her hips as he pulled the denim down and off her legs. Before the jeans had even hit the floor, he gave her panties the same treatment. When she was bare, he swept a burning look down her body.

  “So beautiful.” He cupped her knees, drawing them up. “Open for me, bébé. Let me see how wet you are.”

  Drenched was more like it. Moisture coated the insides of her thighs. A trill of embarrassment made her clench her legs together…but then she caught a glimpse of the erection straining against his boxer briefs. The thick shaft extended past the bottom edge of his boxers, the head visible below the seam.

  Worry crept up her spine. For all her “play time” with her stash of toys, she was still inexperienced. Max would split her in two.

  A tender smile played around his mouth. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

  He would, too. In the car he’d licked and sucked her to the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life—all without taking any release for himself. Whatever else he might be, Max had shown himself to be an attentive, generous lover. She let her legs fall open with a sigh.

  He riveted on her spread sex. A long, appreciate growl rumbled in his chest. “That is, without a doubt, the prettiest pussy I have ever seen, petite. So soft and pink.” He nudged her thighs wider, pushing her knees flat against the bed. Without preamble, he slid two fingers inside her.

  Pressure filled her, stretching her. She watched down the length of her body, from her stiff nipples gleaming from his mouth to his tan wrist thrust between her splayed thighs. He twisted his arm, forcing the intrusion deeper. His knuckles bumped her clit, and fiery sparks shot through her. She bowed off the bed. “Max…”

  “You want more, petite?” His voice was light, almost courteous.

  She bucked her hips. Yes. The exasperated response hissed in her brain. Of course she wanted more. She shifted her hips, desperate to find that knuckle again.

  His laugh was hoarse. “If you want more, you have to earn it. Fuck them, bébé. Fuck my fingers.”

  She wrenched her attention to his face. He wanted her to…

  The knuckle grazed her clit again. Lust exploded in her brain and body. Warmth trickled down her labia and into the crack of her ass. She bucked her hips, bumping his knuckle. God. More explosions.

  “That’s it.” He stretched out the words, his tone approving. “Like that, petite. Fuck them.”

  She moved her hips in a rhythm, bucking against his fingers. Each gyration forced her clit over his knuckle, shooting sparks of tight pleasure from her sex to her breasts. A sheen of sweat broke out across her skin, and she let out a soft grunt with every thrust. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the room.

  He stuffed a third finger inside her, rotating his hand so his thumb covered her clit. The stretching sensation bordered on pain. She pressed her soles flat on the mattress to accommodate the thick fingers stuffing her. “Good girl.” He praised her as if she’d done something wonderful.

  The sparks ignited, blazing fire through her core. She fisted the sheet on either side of her hips, hanging on for dear life. The tendons along her inner thighs ached as she spread herself as wide as possible—anything to trigger the release she was after. Her sex clenched around his fingers, the smacking sounds of her wetness louder with each thrust.

  “Almost there, bébé,” he growled. “Your pussy is so tight. And dripping wet. Almost ready for my cock.”

  She tossed her head on the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut. The only thing that mattered was the buzzing heat in her clit. Higher and higher it built. She panted with the effort of thrusting her hips. The squishing sounds got louder with every pump.

  His thumb pressed her clit, rubbing a tight circuit around the slippery point. “Come,” he ordered.

  Her body leaped to the command. She screamed her release. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as she spasmed around his fingers. Wave after wave of warmth rolled through from her clit to her toes, fingertips, and out the top of her head. She arched off the bed, helpless to do anything but ride out the exquisite pleasure ripping her apart.

  There was rustling and movement near her feet, then Max withdrew his fingers. She slitted open her eyes.

  He reared above her, his naked cock in his hand. She was riveted by the imposing sight. One big fist wrapped around his cock, the veined flesh so thick his fingers didn’t meet his thumb. Blood filled the crown, turning it a dark purple, and a bead of pearl-colored liquid seeped from the slit.

  Shivers rippled across her cooling skin. Her heart pounded—a combination of her orgasm and the intimidating knowledge of where he intended to stick his mammoth cock. His eyes were hard and predatory, pinned on her spread sex. With the dim light from the banked fire casting dark shadows over his black hair and tan skin, he looked like a fallen angel.

  And wasn’t that just another name for devil?

  “Open wider, petite,” he rasped. “Spread for me.”

  She whimpered. Her heartbeat pounded in her breasts…in her sex. She gripped her knees and pulled her thighs apart.

  He shook his head. “Wider.”

  She pulled harder. Her opening gaped.

  “Very good.” Still gripping his cock, he swirled the head around her entrance, stirring her juices, then rubbed her wetness on his cock, stroking himself from the tip to the black curls around the root, the thick rod glistening as he pumped his fist up and down.

  Lizette’s eyes widened as he seemed to grow even larger. Aftershocks still fired across her skin, zipping a path from her sex to her breasts. Her nipples throbbed. If only he’d suck them! She released her knees and plucked at the stiff points.

  Max’s nostrils flared. “Yes. Cup them.” He bit out the words in a staccato growl.

  More moisture leaked from her spread sex at the curt order. She slid her palms under her breasts and lifted them.

  “Good girl,” he purred. “Obedience deserves a reward.” He pushed the head of his cock inside her.

  She stiffened. The burning, stretching sensation from his fingers was nothing compared to this. Her opening pulled tight, the delicate skin raw like a burn. “Max…”

  “Shhh. You’l
l adjust.” He brushed the back of his hand across her cheek. “Just stay open for me, mignonette.”

  The pet name was one he used rarely. She’d taken two years of French through an online course—most of the pack did, if only to figure out what Max was yelling when he was angry. It was an old word that meant “little darling.” He said it like a caress, as if she was the only woman in the world. “O-okay.”

  “Spread as wide as you can. Ahhh, that’s it, beautiful girl.”

  He smiled and lowered to brush a gentle kiss over each eyebrow. The movement rocked his hips forward a little more, pushing the head past her opening. The searing stretching eased. She still felt stuffed—unbelievably full—but now there was something else. Faint echoes of her orgasm stirred deep in her belly. A low moan built in her throat. She rubbed her hands over her breasts, her nipples scraping her palms.

  “God, you’re tight,” he gasped. He dropped his head to her shoulder. His beard scratched the underside of her jaw.

  She gripped his shoulders. Sweat sheened his skin, and a tremor rippled through him. Abruptly, she realized he was holding himself back—keeping his need in check to avoid hurting her. She threaded her fingers through his hair, the silky strands soft against her fingers. She tugged gently, urging him to look up.

  “What is it, baby? Do you hurt?”

  “No! I’m fine.” She nudged her hips upward.

  He hissed in a breath, and his eyelids fluttered shut. He swallowed a few times before he said, “Lizette, you can’t do that.”

  She hid her smile. “Why not?” She gave him another nudge. His dick slid inside another inch.

  He clenched his teeth, then let out a string of garbled French.

  She smoothed her hands down his back until she reached the top of his ass. Hard there, too. Was there nothing soft on this man?

  His eyes flew open, and he pinned her with a suspicious glare. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

  “Guilty.”

  The glare faded. His mouth curved. “I’ve got more to give you, petite. Are you sure you want it?”

  His mouth. She smiled. His mouth was soft. “Oh yes, Maxime. I want all you can give me.”

  He thrust into her, seating himself to the hilt.

  She winced, anticipating pain, but none came. The thick length impaled her. Pressure swelled from her opening to her ass. Her nipples stiffened. She sucked in a breath at the sensation of being totally, completely possessed.

  Claimed.

  Was that it? She frowned. If this was the end result of the lux catena, it was…underwhelming. She didn’t know what she expected, but surely there had to be something more. She opened her mouth to ask him what came next, but he pulled back, his cock withdrawing from her sex.

  “What are you—”

  He thrust forward, the top of his penis sliding across her clit. Sparkling heat spread across her sex. “Oh…my…” She ended on a gurgle as he rocked forward again, buzzing her clit. Exquisite.

  The orgasm he gave her earlier was amazing. This was unbelievable. She bucked her hips to meet him—anything to experience that sweet glide across her clit.

  “You were saying, petite?” He raised an eyebrow as he settled into a rhythm. He put a hand on her hip, pinning her pelvis to the bed. Thick, wet, slapping sounds followed every pump.

  He pistoned in and out of her, setting a brutal pace. The head of his cock bumped against her cervix. Her breasts bounced, jiggling in sync with his thrusts. Her body inched closer to the headboard with each impact. She wrapped her legs around his hips, clinging to him while he rode her.

  “Yes, Lizette. Just like that.” The tendons in his neck strained. Sweat trickled from his brow and splashed onto her chest. He gritted his teeth. “Going to come so hard, bébé.”

  Her clit hummed. Yes, yes, yes. The chant in her brain matched the furious grind of his hips.

  Still railing her sex, he seized her hips. “Look at me.”

  The sharp command snapped her out of the haze of desire. She met his gaze. The Alpha stared down at her, sweat sheening his chest. The dull glow from the barely-there fire played over his muscles and thick veins stood out on his arms. He grunted and bit his lower lip, the tip of one white fang catching the skin.

  Danger. The warning whispered through her mind. The primitive, animal part of her brain knew a deadly predator had her in his sights.

  He rotated his hips, dragging his cock across her clit. “I want to see your face when I make you mine.”

  Time seemed to slow. Tiny hairs lifted all over her body. Tendrils of power so strong she could almost see them—blurry wisps floating off his skin—drifted toward her. They brushed her skin, sending a flurry of soft sparks dancing across her chest and arms. The sensations were so intense she glanced down, half expecting to see flames.

  Her nipples stabbed toward the ceiling, rocking with Max’s thrusts. He plunged inside with a shout, his head thrown back, and her orgasm followed, white-hot shivers breaking out across her skin. She pulled his head down to her chest while wet heat flooded her as he pumped his release inside her. He gasped against her neck, his hips jerking against hers. Her sex spasmed, her clit hypersensitive.

  Max kissed the side of her neck, then white-hot lightning zipped across her skin.

  It took her a second to realize he’d bitten her. More pleasure than pain, the small wound throbbed in sync with the pulses firing over her clit.

  After a minute, he lifted his head, blood staining his lips, his eyes blazing wolf blue. He held her gaze as his tongue dabbed his bottom lip, tasting her blood. Still buried inside her, he put his hand to her lips. “Bite.”

  All at once, her fangs throbbed. Never in her life had indulging her wolf side felt sexual.

  It sure as hell did now.

  Another wave of desire crashed over her, and her sex spasmed around his cock. His eyes drifted shut. “Lizette.” He said her name with a soft reverence, the way someone might whisper to a treasure.

  Her fangs slid down from her gums. She gripped his hand and sank her teeth into the fleshy part of his thumb, where she’d bitten him all those years before. His blood, rich and powerful, filled her mouth. She swallowed, then extracted her teeth from his flesh and swiped her tongue across the wound.

  He leaned forward and licked her neck, closing his bite, then braced himself over her on his elbows. “Do you know the words?”

  She nodded.

  “Say them.” The dominant look he’d given her seconds before vanished, replaced with something else. Now he seemed almost hesitant.

  Her heart squeezed. Even now, he gave her a way out. This big, powerful man—Alpha to his core—was willing to walk away if she asked it of him. She reached up and cupped his jaw, savoring the scratchy feel of his beard against her palm. She wanted to kiss him there, to run her lips along the bristly hairs.

  It was time to lay the past to rest—to embrace whatever destiny had in store for her. “My life for yours.”

  A thousand whispers surrounded the bed. Or were they in her mind? She held her breath, straining to catch a word or phrase, but it was like trying to hold wind in her hands.

  His eyes gleamed. “My life for yours.”

  The words were barely out of his mouth when the sighing around them increased. The balcony doors flew open, the curtains snapping as a rush of wind swept dry leaves into the room. The wind whipped across the floor and across the bed. Lizette tensed, expecting it to be cold, but the breeze swirled over them like a summer storm. The fire blew out as the warm air sucked up the chimney.

  As quickly as the wind had come, it was gone. The curtains dropped to the ground with a ripple of cloth.

  She swallowed and turned back to Max, who held himself above her, his belly pressed against hers. “So I guess we’re…bound.”

  “We are.”

  With sweat cooling on her skin and the last ripples of her orgasm fading, the reality of what they’d just done crashed in. The lux catena was complete at long last, so shouldn’
t she feel different? She took inventory of her body. Her nipples poked against his chest. His cock was still buried in her sex.

  But her mind was the same. She wasn’t overcome with a need to cling to his side. Had she spent her entire life worrying for nothing? For some reason, her throat tightened. “I feel the same,” she said.

  He threw his head back and laughed, his fangs on display.

  “What?” she asked.

  His chest continued to pulse against hers.

  She shoved at his shoulders. This was serious! Didn’t he see how upset she was? “Why are you laughing?”

  He captured her wrists and stretched her arms above her head. Amusement and tenderness danced in his eyes as he gazed down at her. “Ah, sweetheart, that is not what a man likes to hear after giving his best performance.”

  “I meant our bond, you oaf.” She tested his hold. “Let me go.”

  He released her. “I told you the lux catena wasn’t like you thought, petite.”

  “You did not just pull an ‘I told you so’ on me.”

  His cock twitched inside her, and he grinned at her sharp intake of breath. “Sometimes being wrong can feel good.”

  She tried to glare, but he looked so pleased with himself it was hard to stay angry. She settled for mumbling, “I have a feeling we’re talking about two different things.”

  “We can talk about whatever you want, bébe.” The amusement fled his features, until only the tenderness remained. “Right now, though, I just want to know how you feel. Was it…good?”

  The way he looked at her… She bit her lower lip. His attention shifted there, and her heart skipped a beat. She stroked her hand down his jaw, unable to resist scraping her palm along the scruff. “Incroyable.” Incredible.

  Smug satisfaction spread across his face. “I can do this every night, you know.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Ouais. In fact…” He rotated his hips, and a little trill of desire shot through her. His smile turned wicked. “In fact, I believe I am ready to do it again right now.”

  20

  Max woke with a smile. Faint light played over his closed eyelids. He inhaled a long, slow breath. For a second he couldn’t remember why he felt so damn good, why the anxiety that normally gnawed at the edges of his mind was absent.