Devlin Dynasty 2: Fall Fury (18 page)

She shifted, her buttocks rubbing against his cock.

His very hard cock.

She smiled into the darkness, feeling very much the powerful woman for givinghim an erection by doing nothing more than cuddling next to him.

Then again, he might just have to pee.

She giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Max asked in a groggy voice, then pushed against her again.

“Nothing. I was just wondering if you were hard because you wanted me or

because you needed to pee.”

He chuckled. “I did that an hour ago.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. You’re comatose when you sleep, did you know that?”

“Obviously not.” She moved to get up, but his hand snaked out and grabbed onto

her hip, pulling her tight against his raging hard-on.

“Don’t move.”

She waited for irritation to surface. Instead, her pussy dampened and excitementfilled her.

Surprise of all surprises. She enjoyed having him control her.

In the bedroom, that is. Outside the bedroom, they damn well better be equals orall bets were off.

“Unless you have some immediate need to get out of bed, and I mean immediate,

I don’t want you to get up.”

She shifted, wriggling her ass against his shaft. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.” He flipped her over on her side so that she faced him, his face nearly unrecognizable in the darkness. Sliding his hand under her leg, he lifted it over his hip, aligning his cock at the entrance of her pussy.

Shannon wound her free arm around his neck and pulled his head closer, lickinghis bottom lip. “You taste good. Like a midnight snack.”

“Mmm, that’s about the right time of night, I think.”

“How do you know? There’s no clock in here.”

He fit his lips against hers and teased her mouth. “I can tell. Trust me.”

She’d have to, since she had no idea. Frankly, she wasn’t sure she cared. They’dmade love, they slept, and from the feel of his hard cock probing insistentlyagainst her slit, they’d be doing it again very shortly.

Winding her hair around his fingers, he tugged gently, enough to send sparks ofpleasure spiraling down her spine. She turned her head, then winced at theslightly tender spot on her shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, going completely still.

“You bit me,” she teased. “It’s sore there.”

“Where?”

“Right here.” She pointed to the spot.

“Aww, baby I’m sorry. Let me kiss it.”

He leaned up and licked the tender spot on her shoulder. She laughed then held onas he nibbled lightly down her neck and collarbone. He stopped at her breast,taking her nipple between his teeth and tugging lightly.

Pleasurable pain shot deep inside her.

“Tyrant,” she murmured, but she wasn’t really complaining. Not when he drew

her nipple into his mouth and suckled her.

“Sissy,” he mumbled against her breast.

When he moved down and licked the underside of her ribs, she giggled.

“Ticklish, are you?”

“No. I’m not.” He moved his hands over her ribcage and tickled her. She laughed

out loud.

“Ah, you
 
are
 
ticklish.”

“No! And stop that, you big bully.” She pushed at him, but he rolled her onto her

back and pinned her arms above her head.

“You like me bullying you,” he argued, nudging her legs apart with his knee and

settling between them.

Maybe she did. But she wasn’t about to admit it. She’d already given up enough.

“You like me fucking you, too.” His voice dropped down an octave, a heated,

dark tone that matched the moon-filtered rainy skies. Probing between her legs,

he fit the head of his cock between her pussy lips and surged forward, just enough

to slip part way inside her.

A soft moan escaped her lips and she lifted her hips to encourage a driving thrust.

“Well, yes, I do like that a lot.”

“Show me how much you like it.” He leaned back, withdrawing his cock until just

the head was inside her.

That wouldn’t do at all. With determined fervor, she wrapped her legs around hiships and soared upward, grabbing his cock with her pussy. Thunder rumbledoutside the screen door, a quick flash of lightning shooting across the sky.

Max let out a grunt of pleasure and dropped her back down on the mattress,driving deep inside her at the same moment he took her lips in a punishing kissthat she welcomed with enthusiasm.

His passion was boundless, and matched her own. This is what she had beenmissing. How could she ever have lived without this all-consuming need that sheknew instinctively could only come with Max?

He buried his head in her neck, kissing and nibbling her throat until she broke outin chills. Slipping his hands under her buttocks, he ground against her sex, hispubic mound rubbing against her clit.

“Max,” she groaned, knowing she was close.

“Yes,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Come for me, Shannon.”

As if her body obeyed his command, her orgasm rushed through her like a flood,sweeping her away in a high tide of sensation so overwhelming that she tried toescape by pushing at his shoulders. She felt water rush around them, fierce waveslapping over the bed and knew that she’d brought the flood inside the room butwas powerless to stop it.

“More!” he shouted, clasping her tighter against him and stroking incessantly until tears came to her eyes. This was too much sensation, and it wouldn’t stop as wave after wave crashed through her.

Tears streamed down her face as she went from one peak to another, Max holdingher close and murmuring words that she couldn’t understand. Her pussy squeezedhis cock tight and he tensed, then growled as he jettisoned a stream of come deepinside her. She screamed as huge waves pummeled them both.

He began to jerk against her repeatedly, groaning and licking at her neck andshoulders. She shuddered against him as emotion poured between them,drenching her in sensations that she wasn’t sure she could handle.

The water receded slowly, disappearing and drying the room as it had earlier. Herpowers once again safely tucked away, she relaxed her tensed muscles.

Shannon blinked away the tears, shocked at what she’d just experienced with Max. She didn’t know how to interpret the overwhelming emotions she had whenshe was with him. Truly, this was unfamiliar territory and it scared the hell out ofher. She’d have to back away from this a bit until she found her bearings.

Max rolled off and lay on his back, pulling Shannon against his chest. She restedher head on his shoulder, still breathing heavily and awed at what had transpired.

She’d often dreamed of a man who could take her places she’d never been before.

Of what it would feel like when she found that one man who was her match.

She’d found him, all right. She was in love with Max. Infuriating, obstinate,alpha-male Max Devlin was the man who’d captured her heart.

Now what the hell was she supposed to do? He didn’t love her. He wanted her,that much was certain, but passion eventually withered. What foundation wouldthey have to build upon then?

Max swept the moist tendrils of her hair away from her face. “Now. How sooncan you get your things together and move in with me?”

Chapter Eleven

Shannon stilled, not sure she’d heard Max correctly. “What?”

“You’re moving in here with me. As soon as you can. There’s plenty of space for some of your furniture if you’d like. And the closet in here can more than adequately handle your clothes and mine.”

She pushed away from him and sat up, wishing she could see his face in thedarkness, certain he was teasing her. “Are you insane? I’m not moving in herewith you.”

He caressed her back and she shivered, refusing to allow his touch to sway her.

“You and I are destined to be together, Shannon. It’s pointless to deny it. You felt

what’s between us as well as I did. Quit fighting the inevitable.”

She wrenched away from his touch and moved to the side of the bed, switchingon the lamp. Max squinted against the light.

“What’s wrong?” He lifted up on one elbow to reach for her.

She kept her distance. “What’s wrong? This is wrong. You and I are wrong. Ican’t believe you’d be so egotistical as to assume I’d move in with you justbecause you gave me a good fuck.”

He frowned and shook his head. “That’s not what this is about. There’s a lot moreto it.”

“I don’t care what’s going on in your mind. Your suggestion is ridiculous.” What the hell
 
was
 
he thinking? He’d never even told her he loved her, that he cared for her. Did he think she’d just give up her life and shack up with him so his fucking partner would be close by when the urge hit?

“If you think about it, if you feel it, it’s not ridiculous at all. We’re mated,

Shannon. As sure as if we’d married. You want me. I sure as hell want you. We

can start by moving in together, but in short order I want to get married.”

Chills crept through the languorous warmth she’d felt earlier. Marriage? Now hewas talking marriage? This was all too much. She slipped off the bed and wentlooking for her clothes, finding them draped over a chaise. The underwear wasruined, but at least she had her shorts and tank top to slip on.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going home.”

“You
 
are
 
home.” His voice lowered and she looked over at him, shaking her

head.

“No. This is not my home.”

“It will be soon enough.”

He really expected her to move in with him, just because he deemed them amatch? And what about love? Was he going to mention the words? Did he evenfeel the emotion?

Hurt etched its way deep into her heart. Pain that came from the realization she’dfallen in love with the wrong man. A man who wanted to control her completely,not just in the bedroom. One who obviously didn’t love her enough to ask herwhat she wanted, and then let her make her own choices. A man who hadn’t evensaid he cared for her.

“Shannon, it’s storming outside. Really bad. Where do you think you’re going?”

“I told you. I’m going home.”

“You don’t have a ride.”

She zipped up her shorts and met his concerned gaze. “I’ll get a ride home.”

He pushed away from the mattress and got up. She couldn’t help but admire hislong, lean body, the way his muscles bunched along his arms and shoulders.

“You’re being unreasonable about this. I’m going to take a shower, then we’ll go

downstairs and fix something to eat, and talk about it. I have some things to tell

you. Important things.”

She stood there as he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Grabbingher tennis shoes, she hurried downstairs, determined not to be there when he gotout.

Tree limbs lashed against the roof, the wind picking up force. How was she goingto get out of here in this storm? It was way too far to walk home, and the thoughtof facing any one of her family members right now made her nauseous.

Dammit, now what? She wasn’t going to ask Max to take her home; she couldn’thandle having to endure the confines of the car with him. He’d just try toconvince her that his way was the right way, and the ensuing argument would bemore than her blooming headache could handle.

What she needed was to get away from him and fast.

She went to the kitchen and grabbed the phone, intending to call Kaitlyn. Therewas no dial tone. Maybe it wasn’t turned on yet, or maybe it was the storm. Shefound her purse and grabbed her cell phone. No service.
 
Shit
!

Closing her eyes, she willed her magic to come forth, to settle the raging weatheroutside long enough for her to walk to the end of the road, where she knew aconvenience store could be found. She’d call from there. Less embarrassment thatway. She could even take a taxi, then she wouldn’t have to explain to her familywhy she was sneaking away from Max’s in the middle of the night.

That’s what she’d do. But she had to get out of here first. No way would Maxwait around while a taxi showed up at the house.

The weather fought her, the storm railing against her powers, but she wasstronger. This was her season, these were her elements, and if she wanted it badlyenough, they’d obey. They had to.

In short order the wind died down, the rain stopped. Ominous, black clouds hunglow overhead, but the fury that threatened to rage was at bay—at least for themoment. She couldn’t hold it back forever, but she could long enough to reach theoutskirts of town and grab a ride.

Slipping out the front door, she peered around her, wishing for that full moon tolight her way, but knew the clouds would not relent. She headed down the longdriveway, carefully watching her step. Limbs had fallen in the storm, littering theroad like an obstacle course.