A Wolf's Obsession (22 page)

I’m ready.
Whatever happened between them now she was prepared. The chemistry between them was explosive and she experienced a moment of doubt.
I might not make it out of here.
Her eyes wandered over Wyatt’s rock hard body and she smiled.
And I couldn’t care less. What a way to go.

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The smell of his mate’s desire was not only intoxicating, it was dangerous. Kass had no idea what she was doing to his control because if she did she wouldn’t be smiling like the cat who had gotten the cream. She’d be running for the hills if she knew half of the thoughts running through his head but he had no intention of scaring her away by telling her. His little mate was innocent and that was the only reason he hadn’t pounced on her luscious body. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over, tear the clothes from her body and fuck her until she couldn’t even remember her own name.

Another time
, he promised himself. After he’d introduced her to the joys of making love gently he’d show her the benefits that there were in hard and fast.

He couldn’t help but stare as she waited for his instructions. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright, the stars twinkling in excitement. The neatness of her hair offended him almost as much as the clothes covering her body. She looked far too neat and he was going to fix that. He was going to make sure that if anyone looked at her they’d know that she’d spend hours being made love to by her mate. Him.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. His voice was low, rough with desire but surprisingly his words had been steady, his command clear.

“What?”

“Do exactly what I tell you Kass otherwise this isn’t going to work. Take off your clothes. All of them.” Their eyes locked and he could see the excitement in her gaze. His mate was enjoying this.

Her hands moved slowly, hesitant as she pulled her shirt over her head. As more of her creamy skin was exposed Wyatt’s breathing became heavy and his hands convulsed into fists as he fought the urge to touch her. She was guileless and as entrenched as he was in her mind he knew that she wasn’t trying to look so sexy but his hardening shaft told a different story. She was sex on legs and each piece of clothing she took off took a piece of his control with it. He watched as she shimmied out of her trousers and his breath caught as he got a look at her in all her naked glory.

Awestruck by the sight of her naked body he shuddered. “My god,” he whispered reverently. “She’s so beautiful.”

He
’d caught glimpses of her body before, had seen her beautiful breasts exposed for his pleasure but the sum was definitely greater than its parts in her case. Her skin glowed with life and every inch of it was flawless. Her muscles were firm but didn’t detract from her feminine softness. Firm breasts led down to a softly curved stomach and flared out at her hips. Her hips gave him all sorts of ideas and he could easily see himself holding on hard as he thrust relentlessly into her from behind as she moaned loudly in pleasure. His breath caught in his chest when his eyes landed on the curls that hid her sex from his hungry eyes and a low growl slipped from his lips as he looked his fill. The red curls were glistening slightly, wet from her arousal and tempting him to have a taste. His breathing heavy he let his eyes lock with hers once more.

“Wyatt,” she said nervously, her hands coming up to hide her body from his intense amber eyes. “You’re staring.”

“Take your hands down,” he growled.

“Wyatt…”

“Now!” he barked.

Her hands slipped back to her sides and he stalked towards her.

“Never hide from me,” he ordered. “Never. You’re my mate and that means that your body belongs to me. You are mine.” He stopped directly in front of her leaving only a hair’s breadth separating their two bodies as he waited for her to acknowledge his claim. “Do you understand me mate?”

She shivered, almost overwhelmed by the power of his feelings. She could feel his possessiveness radiate out from him as though it was a living entity and for a moment she felt the icy fingers of fear creep down her spine but then she looked into his eyes. They were hungry, so hungry that it would have been easy to miss the other emotion hiding in his feral gaze. Love. Wyatt had known loss and that loss made him desperate in his need to keep her but everything he did, he did because he loved her and needed to keep her with him. She was going to accept his claim but only because he belonged to her as much as she belonged to him.

“I understand Wyatt. I’m yours and you’re mine.”

As her words filtered through his mind, Wyatt snapped. His mate had finally accepted his claim and it was time that the whole world knew it. It was hard not to simply devour her now that she’d accepted his claim. It was only through sheer force of will that he didn’t pull her to the floor and take her with his mouth. Her scent was thick in the air and it tempted him to do just that but beneath that delicious aroma was the distinctly unwelcome scent of nervousness. Her worry calmed him enough that he didn’t fall upon her. He tilted her chin up and brushed his lips over hers. She relaxed immediately and her scent sweetened. He kissed her again, his arms slipping around her body and pulling her closer. Her body molded to his, the soft curves of her stomach caressing his aching shaft. Unable to help himself he thrust against her. When she moaned into his mouth and clutched his ass, his control slipped.

Should have told her to keep her hands to her herself
. It was his last coherent thought before lust and desire swamped his mind, leaving him with nothing but instinct and the desire to mate.

The arms around her tightened and his gentle kiss became hungry. He slanted his lips over hers and pressed for more. He kissed her harder, capturing her breath and drawing it into his own lungs. Her taste was indescribable and he couldn’t get enough. His kiss became wild, desperate and any gentleness faded as he was consumed by passion. Their lips collided, their teeth clashed and blood was drawn as he tried to take her very essence into himself.

“So sweet,” he groaned, dizzy with desire. He lapped at her lips, begging her to part her lips so that he could taste her properly. Desire made her slow and she didn’t part her lips as she tried to get back on an even keel. Growling, Wyatt clutched her tighter until she gasped in shock. Not willing to waste an opportunity, he slipped his tongue between her parted lips and thrust hard. Their tongues tangled in an intimate dance that mimicked the act they were both desperate to enact.

Sensing that her lungs were struggling for air, Wyatt pulled back and watched as she sucked in air desperately. His eyes began to glow as he watched her breasts rise and fall with each deep breath. Entranced by her how her flesh quivered and her nipples puckered, clearly eager for his touch, he groaned and ran a hand over his hard shaft. “Love your breasts,” he groaned. “Want to touch them, suck them into my mouth and taste you.” A moan slipped from her lips and Wyatt’s lips twitched in a feral smile. “Would you like that?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Can’t.” He swore in frustration. “Not enough time, we could wake up at any minute.” He sank to his knees. “Touch them for me, let me see how you like to be touched.”

Nervous, Kass’ hands came to rest on her stomach, her fingers tapping gently against her skin. Her lips parted; ready to deny his request in the face of her embarrassment but then she made the mistake of meeting his eyes. His gaze was hot, hungry and so intense that she could almost feel his hands on her everywhere he looked. His chest rose and fell quickly as he struggled for breath and she realized that he needed this just as much as she did. Suddenly feeling bold, her hands grew confident and she cupped her breasts firmly. She squeezed lightly and moaned as she imagined that the hands belonged to someone else. In her mind’s eye it was Wyatt’s hands running over her flesh, hard calluses replacing smooth skin.

“Wyatt,” she moaned. Strumming her nipples, she lost herself in sensation. She could feel Wyatt’s presence firmly in her mind and as he filled her thoughts with images of what he would like to do to her given enough time all inhibition was lost. What was there to hide from someone who could see so deeply into her most intimate thoughts? As she pulled and pinched her nipples, hands caressed her thighs, sending lightning bolts of pleasure to her core. Fingertips ran along her skin, denying her the pleasure of a full-bodied touch but making her moan in anticipation.

Moisture gathered between her thighs, her body aching for something it couldn’t have but while her sheath was woefully empty, her mind was painfully full. She licked her lips imagining Wyatt’s thick shaft sinking into her body. She’d only seen it once and the image of his powerful muscles stroking his turgid flesh refused to leave her now. She was so caught up in imagining what he might taste like between her lips that she didn’t notice him move, she didn’t feel the hands on her thighs tighten before his lips descended.

“Wyatt,” she moaned, her head falling back. “More.”

He kissed along her thighs, inching ever closer to the paradise between her thighs that he had yet to experience. His intentions were noble, he’d wanted to give her time to get used to his mouth on her skin but the closer he got to her wet sheath, the more lecherous his thoughts became. Her scent had been hard to resist when he’d been kissing her lips but this close she was irresistible. He groaned and then moved fast. He hooked her thigh over his shoulder and moved in for the kill.

Taking a deep breath he drew her delicious scent into his lungs before thrusting his tongue deep into her sex. The evidence of her desire coated his tongue and he knew that he’d be doing this again. He licked hard and deep, desperate for more of her, circling her tight little clit and revelling in the sounds of pleasure that spilt from her lips in response. The whiskers on his cheeks grazed her sensitive flesh, the rough contrast making her rock against his mouth eager for more. He drank her in using his tongue to create imaginary patterns against her flesh and have her rock even more against his mouth.

How have I lived without this?
He knew the answer to his own question. He hadn’t. Tasting her lips and her skin had in no way prepared him for what it would be like to taste her sex. She was so sweet, the slick evidence of her desire tasted better than anything he’d ever eaten in his life and he was desperate for more. There was only one problem, he couldn’t get any deeper, couldn’t taste her as thoroughly as he needed to and it was making him crazed.

More
, he moaned in annoyance.
Have to have more.

His hands came down heavy on her ass, pulling her harder against his hungry mouth and kneading the supple flesh but it wasn’t enough. Frustrated, he pulled back, quickly ran through his options before pulling her down to the ground. She tumbled but righted herself quickly.

“Wyatt?”

A dangerous growl came from his lips and his glowing eyes made him seem menacing as he glared at her from between her spread thighs. “Didn’t tell you to stop touching yourself. More Kass. Give me more. Need it.”

His desperation was real and so intense that it almost hurt. Succumbing to his need she squeezed her breasts again and felt heat shoot straight to her core. “Wyatt, it feels so good.”

Much better
, Wyatt praised. Her whole body was open to him, her sex spread out before him like a banquet and he was completely captivated. Her legs tightened around his neck as she tried to close her thighs, embarrassed by the way he stared.

“Open up Kass.” He kissed her inner thigh and she shuddered, her muscles relaxing. Quick to take advantage, Wyatt shoved his shoulders between her splayed thighs preventing her from hiding from him again. Satisfied that he was finally going to be able to taste her properly, he placed teasing kisses and wet licks all along her thighs. “You’re beautiful,” he groaned. “So beautiful.” His hot mouth kissed her again, his final destination clear in his every step.

Shivering in anticipation Kass’ breath hitched and her fingers stopped thrumming her now throbbing nipples. She lifted herself on to her elbows and watched him move closer. Eager to once again feel his lips on her, she let her legs fall open and rocked towards his mouth her message clear. He laved her centre in a long, slow lick. Her eyes rolled and her head fell back as pleasure raged through her body.

“Going to make it feel even better.” He smiled and spread the lips of her sex before delving in. He licked her sex from ass to clit and she screamed. He was definitely making it better. With every swipe of his tongue he pushed her closer to the edge. Breathing became hard but she didn’t care. All that mattered was reaching her peak and getting the pleasure that Wyatt’s talented tongue promised.

“Never tasted anything so good,” he moaned, settling in to taste her better. Her moans were music to his ears and were all the encouragement he needed to lick deeper and thrust harder with his tongue. He pressed hard against her tiny opening and he felt her grow wetter against his tongue. The taste of her exploded in his mouth and he curled his tongue inside her trying to get more of her sweet honey. Her fingers tangled in the messy strands of his hair pressing him harder against her core while she rocked to meet his hungry mouth.

Her body tensed, on the verge of exploding but he pulled away leaving her panting and desperate for more. “Wyatt.” Her voice was husky with desire, her words frustrated. “Please,” she begged tightening her thighs around his neck as she tried to get him to finish what he’s started. She’d been so close, her whole body had been ready to experience the pleasure he had to offer and to have it taken away so suddenly…it was enough to make her scream.