Violet's Shadow, page 9
Rayden picked her up by the waist, and she automatically grabbed him behind the neck and wrapped her legs around him
“What are you doing? People will see,” she scolded, but her eyes glowed again. Apparently, his little Violet wasn’t of the shrinking variety.
Good. To. Know.
“Exactly.” He started moving toward the door again, with a resolve to stop shitting on his mated pack members. It was as if his body wouldn’t respond to his head telling him to stop. The thoughts were there, but the need to prove she was his and his alone simply won out.
“Exactly?” Her tone was marginally annoyed, but her hips were already circling against his thick shaft pulsing behind the fly of his jeans. “Do you feel like I do when we’re apart? I mean…yeah…do you have the fever and the rest?”
He hugged her to him and fisted her hair just to know she really was there with him. Not a dream or a story, but real.
Her nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt and a moan slipped past her lips. It was the groan that did it as he wrenched the door open to head inside. He couldn’t take waiting any longer.
The first door to the right he found unlocked and pushed his way in. A supply closet. Linens, paper towels, shrunken heads maybe, other stuff. Whatever. Didn’t matter. All he saw was her.
“What are you doing?” The door closed and both of their eyes glowed.
“Taking the fucking edge off. I won’t make it to our room. I know it. I won’t be able to wait that long and I’ll end up taking you in the middle of the hallway for everyone to see.” Setting her on her feet next to an open space on the wall, he held her hips for a second, grinding into her just to feel her breath on his skin.
“Touching you? It’s like air and life and happiness all wrapped up together in a sexy as sin package.” Her voice reached inside his chest and thrummed his heartstrings.
She was all the things he’d believed were stupid, pointless and trivial about love. Valentine’s cards and flowers and make-up sex. They’d never sounded good before. Definitely not something he’d waste time on.
Now?
Now he wanted to give her everything.
“I need to taste you,” he confessed as he pulled the strap to her tank top to the side. Licking the scar became something more than a need. Giving her pleasure, making her feel amazing…it was quickly becoming an obsession.
Her hands didn’t leave his body as he undid the button on her jeans and then slid down the zipper. “I can’t control myself when I’m with you.”
“Good.”
“Good?” She shook her head as he went to his knees. “I need to keep my head about me the most then. Where I need to protect myself from falling for you. That’s what I’d do if I was smart since I’ve known you for what? Three days?”
Staring at her waist, he leaned in and kissed her belly. The wolf inside him paced back and forth, more than ready to claim what was his. “I’ve known you for a lifetime. We just finally met.” He said it. He did. No clue where it came from, but it was true. He didn’t want to admit how much he meant it nor how much her opinion on the subject mattered. So he decided to satisfy another craving instead.
Yanking her jeans over her thighs, he bared her pussy to him. Trimmed. Almost bare. Fucking perfect.
He pushed her jeans and panties down to her ank—
“Rule number six. No panties when we’re together.”
She gasped as he separated her pussy lips and sucked her clit into his mouth. “That’s… That’s…a lot of rules.” Her raspy voice pushed him even higher in his need to possess every inch of her.
“Good thing you’re a smart girl with a big brain. Such a turn-on, by the way. Dumb does not do it for me.”
“Uh…thank you,” she whimpered as he stroked the inner lips of her pussy with two fingers. Slowly, he filled her sex. Slowly. Easing his thick digits both inside her clenching channel because he couldn’t back down. Couldn’t take more time to seduce her. He needed her, and needed her now.
And by how drenched his hand was she didn’t need anything else but exactly what he was doing. What a fucking turn-on. “Take off your tank top and anything else you have on top. I want to see you.” Her hesitation only lasted a second before she stripped off everything covering her perky tits. “Now hands on them and pinch your nipples. I want them hard and aching before I let you come.”
“Let me?” There was no heat to her words, only genuine curiosity. As if she’d never had a kinky lover before.
That thought made his hand go faster as he fingered her and thumbed moisture over her clit.
Her bottom lip was really getting a workout as she contemplated what she was going to do. Tentatively, she touched her belly with both hands, ran them over her ribs and up to her breasts. At the first pinch to her nipples her knees started to shake and she closed her eyes. She was the most perfect vision of sexual abandon he’d ever seen. Talk about being a wet dream.
“Move your feet apart as far as you can get them with your jeans still on.” Something she said earlier totally needed a response, and he licked her clit and spoke against her mound. “Your brain being off when we’re together is exactly how it should be.”
“But yours isn’t.” The words came out breathy and sexy and oh, my fucking gawd was his dick gonna have a permanent imprint of his zipper when he finally got his pants off.
“When I’m with you, I’m the most out of control I’ve ever been. But the part of me, which needs to control you, is still firmly online. Maybe it’s my wolf doing it. Don’t know.” He sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it a half dozen times. “Don’t care.”
“I like it,” she whispered as a group of Shadows walked past the door.
The idea of being caught should be bad. A deterrent. Something instead of the accelerant it threw on the already explosive situation. “Like what, pretty Shadow?”
“All of the above. Your mouth on me. You on your knees, but you’re still controlling the sex. The thought of someone hearing us. All of it. Us. I like it all.”
“Just like?” He licked her again and again and then bit her thigh, making her gasp. If anyone heard that, there’d be no mistaking what was going on. None. And he was just fine with it. “We can do a hell of a lot better than like. Pinch your nipples, Violet. No matter what don’t let them go until I say so. Understood?”
“Ye-e-e-s-s-s-s,” she hissed as her head fell back against the wall.
Biting her again just to hear her moan, jacked him up to some kind of new level of desire. He needed her to come for him. Like he needed to breathe. But more important.
He wanted to hear it from her, though. Desire wasn’t a strong enough word.
“And what if someone finds us? What if someone walks in here and finds me with my mouth between your thighs and you pinned against the wall?”
“And teeth on my thighs. Don’t forget the teeth. I love it when you bite me.”
He nipped her again, and sucked the creamy flesh to make sure it bruised. His mark on her was something he’d never wanted to place before. But on her? Epic.
“And your hands on your tits, your fingers on your nipples. You’re still pinching them, right?”
“Mmhmm,” she whimpered.
“Good girl.” He could feel the heat pouring off her, the need to climax and the need for his seed growing every minute. “So what if it happens, Violet? Does the possibility turn you on? I think it does.” He fucked her with his two fingers, sliding in and out with all the slick wetness her pussy was making at the mere thought of getting caught with her panties down around her ankles.
“It’s going to happen.”
Her words took a handful of seconds to penetrate his sex-fogged brain. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve seen it. I’m not sure of his name, but he’ll be here in less than five minutes.”
Took him a minute to process she’d seen it in a vision, and she wasn’t freaking out by it. The fact she’d had a premonition, she believed it, or she was completely okay to be found in a more than compromising situation with him was so damn hot. “You’re truly remarkable. You know that?”
“What you’re doing to me is remarkable.” She muttered the words and nibbled her bottom lip again.
If someone was going to walk in and find him filling her, he didn’t want any of her holes not to be his. He moved moisture to her ass a little bit at a time, gauging how she felt about it.
Circling the pucker of her rear, her muscles started to relax a tiny bit at a time. And her pussy…fuck, the taste and feel of it were so perfect he couldn’t get enough of either. “Like fingers in your ass I see.”
“I like your fingers in my ass. Please don’t stop,” she begged. There wasn’t even a hint of fear or uncertainty, or untruth. Nothing but anticipation. She wanted it just as bad as he did.
“Good answer.”
More moisture to her ass. He barely breached it and her head shifted again.
“I want you to come before he gets in here.”
“But—“
“No buts. And I want my cock in your pussy before he walks in. You can release your nipples when you come. Understand?”
Without waiting for an answer he slowly breached her ass with one of his fingers. More and more of her slick wetness he moved to her rear. Adding more of her natural lubricant to ease his way. Her ability to answer was gone, but he could hear her thoughts as her breathing sped up.
“Please. Please. Please.”
He thrust his thumb into her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth, stimulating every nerve ending in her pelvis at the same time.
Her mouth fell open on a soundless pant as he felt her pussy and ass clamp down on his hand. Licking her clit as she came, knowing she was trying to be quiet, just made him want her orgasmic release even more.
She released her nipples and her spine arched. Trying to get away from him, or the pain of the hard tips of her breasts as blood rushed to the cherry nubbins he didn’t know. Didn’t care.
“Oh my—”
Fucking both holes, he sucked her clit into his mouth, and trapped it between his teeth. Rolling his tongue over it, she groaned low. He didn’t just hear the noise, he felt it in his chest. His cock. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
With one final lick to her clit, he stood, turning her around with one hand and undoing his fly with the other. “Get your fingers on your clit so you keep coming. I want to feel you when I get inside.”
She did as he asked her to do.
Asked?
Told?
Whatever.
It worked for both of them so the specifics of it didn’t really matter.
Tugging her hips away from the wall, he lined the head of his cock up with her still spasming sex.
“Huh, huh, huh.” She exhaled as he worked himself inside. Her body sucked him in, pulling him deeper into the depths of her craving on each tight stroke.
He fisted her hair to expose the bite mark on her shoulder and saw the hand not on her clit, but on the wall, giving her leverage to push back against him. “So fucking tight. So wet. For me. I want to touch you everywhere. All at once.”
“Need an extra pair of hands? I’d be more than happy to help.”
Rayden and Violet looked toward the door and Rayden growled.
He’d forgotten someone was supposed to show up. Even with the knowledge of it straight from the source, he’d forgotten. So wrapped up in taking Violet, he didn’t remember anything or anyone besides her.
“You lay a finger on her, Decker, and you’re gonna be counting with your toes from now on.”
Their voyeur was a big dude. Six and a half feet tall. Mohawk. Ripped. Probably a good thirty pounds of muscle more than Rayden had.
Guess it didn’t matter because his smile vanished when Rayden growled again.
Mating scent probably had something to do with it.
The fact he hadn’t stopped fucking Violet probably sealed the deal.
Dexter pointed behind Rayden and took a slow step forward. “I just came in to grab something.” He took one more step, staying as far away from them as he could, and grabbed something off a shelf.
No clue what it was. Didn’t care. Wasn’t important.
“Guess I’ll just leave you guys to it then.”
“Fuck. Off.”
Decker chuckled and saluted them with a roll of paper towels, closing the door behind him.
The door hadn’t even clicked into place before Rayden licked across his mark.
“Rayden, please. I’m gonna come again. God, what you do to me.”
He licked her again. “Come on my cock. Take what you need from me. It’s yours.” Only yours. He kept the last part to himself as he bit down on her shoulder and she went completely stiff.
Cutting off her wail took one well-placed hand over her mouth and nose. She put her palm over it, holding it there, as if she knew she couldn’t scream. Not in the supply closet. Not as she came on him as he thrust into her no more than a handful of strokes.
He let go of her shoulder as he came and clenched his teeth.
His groan as he filled her crashed through him. Nerves of ecstasy zipped down his spine and up from his balls to shoot out the tip of his cock. His hips jerked as each pulse of semen filled her spasming pussy.
Ripples of sensation raced along his limbs, fighting for the chance to touch her skin-to-skin.
Moving his hand away from her mouth, she panted and her body shook in front of him. He held her close, his lower hand making its way to her clit. Not to enflame her need again. But to simply pet her. To bring her pleasure and tell her she was…loved.
Kibr. Love.
His head fell forward, landing against her nape as they tried to catch their breaths. Her heartbeat matched his. Not something he’d even ever thought of before. But he could feel his pounding in his ears, and hers was a tiny thump beneath her skin and he felt it. Everywhere he touched her.
She giggled, which seemed to be her custom after she came. So hot. “I think we’re breaking a few rules here.”
Exhaling in a huff, he agreed. “Exhibitionism not really on the family approved list around here. Getting mating scent on all the supplies, quite a no-no. I’m sure there are a laundry list of other things.”
Her head flopped against his shoulder and she rotated it enough to the side to look up at him. The satisfied expression she wore made his cock kick inside her, and they both shivered. “I was actually thinking about rule number one and…uhh…number six, now isn’t it?”
Hugging her close, her pussy relaxed enough to let his cock slip free. She started pulling up her jeans, but he swiveled her around and stayed her hands. “My job.”
“What’s your job? I’ve been dressing myself for a lotta years now.”
“It’s my job when I’ve just come inside you, bitten you and completely covered you with my scent. And as for rule number one, I’m adding addendum A to it.”
Her smile was so bright people in outer space would have been able to see it. “An addendum? Truly?” She laughed while he fixed her jeans and then put her tank top on. Backward. Didn’t matter. Wasn’t staying on long.
He kissed her swiftly, not having any intention of lingering, but her lips were so soft, yielding, and she sighed into his mouth as he slipped his tongue between her teeth. He pulled away abruptly. “No. We are not getting started again. I’m getting you out of here and up to our room so you can sleep.” Listening at the door, he heard no one, so he pulled it open, looked both ways, grabbed her hand and made a break for it.
They hustled down the hall, not exactly running, but they didn’t dilly much less dally either.
Down the hall and then in the elevator he tried to focus on not attacking her again. He pulled her close, kissed her again, and then whispered, “Addendum A for rule number one.”
She laughed, just as he’d hoped and pulled her out of the elevator as soon as the doors were wide enough to fit his shoulders.
“No ordering Violet around unless…” He paused and looked her up and down until she dipped her head with a lilting smile and bit her bottom lip.
“Unless?” she questioned as he unlocked his door.
Their door.
Pinning her against the inside of the wood, he trapped her wrists in one of his hands above her head. He grabbed her ass and tilted her hips toward his.
Hard. He was already hard for her again.
Her mouth fell open and she licked her lips as her cheeks heated.
“Unless…it comes to sex. In that case, I tell you what to do because it’s what turns me on. And you do it because—”
“It’s what makes me wet.”
“Exactly.”
Slowly, he brought her hands down beside her head and linked his fingers with hers. As he kissed her nose, she failed miserably trying to cover a yawn.
“To bed with you. It’s late. Even by Shadow standards.”
“I think you fucked the last of my energy right out of me.”
Sure didn’t hurt his feelings any. He stripped off her clothes until she stood bare before him. The way she looked with her arms behind her, her eyes closed and a tiny smile curved her lips settled him in ways he didn’t know he was missing.
He scooped her up and scooted in with her. He tugged off his shirt before wrapping his arm over her waist to tuck her body into his.
Didn’t take him long to think she was asleep. She was exhausted. Hell. Even he was tired, which rarely happened. But snuggling her all night denoted a commitment and love and understanding and emotional horridness he wasn’t ready for.
Was he?
No. No. N…o!
Of course not. It was too soon. Love at first sight didn’t just happen. Not to a normal guy like him. He pulled the covers away and took one step before she rolled over.
“Take your pants off.”
“What?”
“Take your pants off. Rule number four, remember? As much physical contact as possible. It’s nice and it makes me feel better and I just need you naked. Do I seriously need to tell you again to get naked?”
She stared up at him. Sleepy. Satiated, which totally pushed his buttons so he shed his jeans.
