Devlin Dynasty 2: Fall Fury (6 page)

He couldn’t wait.

Her aroma still clung to him, a musky flavor unique to her alone. She wore noperfume. He liked that, preferring to smell her natural fragrance. The rest of thatexpensive crap they sold in stores just hid a woman’s emotional state from him. With Shannon, he knew exactly what she was feeling. It showed in her eyes, herfacial expressions, body movements and the primal scent she gave off thathardened him just thinking about it.

Changing his mind about showering, he flopped naked on the bed and turned outthe lights, preferring traces of Shannon to linger on him. He’d shower in themorning.

The drapes were open, the stars and the glow from the street lights visible in thenight sky. He propped the pillows up and looked outside, wishing he were still inwolf form and running alongside the lake.

Restlessness still flowed through him. That and the smell of Shannon would keep

him awake the remainder of the night, unless he got some relief. His cock rose, his balls heavy and tight. He was near desperate to mate, but the woman he wanted, the only woman he wanted, had run from him like the hounds of hell were chasing her.

Sometimes he hated the way wolves mated. Once settling on a mate, she was it. No doubt about it, and no one else would satisfy him. He’d chosen Shannon…no,that wasn’t quite right. A mate was destined, a primal urge to be with one certainperson. Shannon was that person and what was fated couldn’t be changed. Untilshe was ready, he’d have to do without.

That would change soon enough, but not tonight. He fisted his rigid length andslid his hand over his shaft, wishing it were her cool, soft hands on his cock. Heclosed his eyes, imagining how it would be between them. She’d undress for himwhile he stood hard and waiting for her. He could tell from her scent that she wasaroused, her slit swelling, opening to receive him, her clit revealing itself,standing ready for his tongue.

Squeezing his shaft hard, he groaned as drops of pre-come slid over his fingers. Circling the head with his thumb, he spread the silken fluid over his cockhead,imagining the hot moisture was Shannon’s warm tongue sliding over the ridgedtip, teasing him by flicking it around the sensitive head before enveloping himbetween her lips and sucking him, taking him deeper and deeper, over and overagain until he couldn’t hold back and shot a torrent of come down her throat.

Would she be docile in bed, a meek kitten who waited for a man to tell her whatto do? Or would she be a voracious lover, demanding that he satisfy her,commanding him to plunge deeply inside until she screamed in ecstasy?

He knew the answer. The latter. She was an alpha female, that’s why he selectedher, that’s why they were to be mated. Only a strong female could lead a packwith him, could run alongside him and raise strong cubs.

The movements of his hand increased, his mind awash in visuals of her nakedbody underneath him, her nipples glowing in the moonlight, standing up likehard, mountainous peaks and begging for his tongue to lick at them. Her turquoiseeyes sparkled like hard diamonds, without words telling him what she wanted,what she needed.

His hand moved faster over his shaft, stroking from base to tip. His balls grew

tighter, hugging his body, throbbing, aching for release. Damn, he wanted his cock inside Shannon’s pussy, not in his hand. He wanted her on her knees, her bare ass spread before him, the lips of her cunt wet and ready for him to drive hard inside her. He needed to be inside her, and he would be. Everywhere. He’d take control of her and take her in every way possible.

This wasn’t the way he wanted to do it, but he had no choice. Images of her doingthe same thing took front and center in his mind. Suddenly, she was driving herfingers into her wet pussy and fucking herself as he watched. Her free handroamed over her breasts, tugging at her nipples until they stood like sharp points. She thrust her hips against him, a silent invitation to take what he saw.

With a loud groan, he came in hard, quick spurts, visions of shooting deep inside Shannon intensifying his orgasm. Spent, he lay there panting, wishing she werethere with him. He’d take her into his arms and hold her close, possessively,knowing then and there that she belonged to him.

He stared outside, formulating his plan for the next several weeks.

Sure as hell this scenario wasn’t going to work for long. The last thing he wantedwas to sniff around Shannon during the day and come back here at night torelease the sexual buildup. No, that was not how this was going to play out.

He closed his eyes, hoping he could get a couple hours sleep before dawn. If hecould keep his mind off Shannon long enough to drift off.

And yet, visions of her invaded his mind. In her bed, cream silk sheets caressingher body, her sable hair fanned out on her pillow. He felt her, almost as if hestood in her bedroom.

He’d never sleep tonight.

* * * * *

Shannon shifted, burrowing further under the covers. A thick fog covered herbedroom, revealing only the wrought iron bed upon which she lay.

A dream. Clearly she was asleep and having one of those
 
I’m dreaming and I

know it but it feels real so I’m gonna enjoy it anyway
 
kind of dreams.

Funny how in one’s dreams all senses heightened. The cool sheets rubbed againsther naked breasts, her nipples tingling in response. When she shifted, satin rubbedagainst her sex. Her pussy tightened, heated, that familiar and sweet sense ofarousal making her wish she wasn’t lying alone in the middle of her bed.

The fog began to lift. Okay, so she wasn’t alone in her bed.

The wolf, the one she’d seen outside the condo, lay at her feet.

“Go away,” she hissed, as if the very act of saying
 
shoo
 
would have an impact on

a wolf.

Besides, this was a dream, and in her dreams she was in control, just the way sheliked her real life. It couldn’t hurt her in her dream.

The wolf didn’t budge. Instead, a low growl emanated from its throat as ifresponding to her request to leave with
 
I’ll leave when I’m damn good and readyand not a minute before
 
.

So now what? Were they going to have a staring contest? What the hell was thedamn wolf doing in her dream anyway? Why couldn’t she be having fantasies ofsome rich, handsome movie star sneaking into her bedroom at dawn and fuckingthe daylights out of her?

The wolf stretched, then stood, creeping slowly between her outstretched legs. Itseyes glowed an eerie green and yellow. Okay, that was unusual, and yethauntingly familiar. Who had eyes that color?

Oh, God. She knew.

In the instant her mind made the connection, the wolf changed, becoming notquite human, yet no longer fully a wolf. And in that change she saw clear humancharacteristics that could only be attributed to one man. His face was more that ofa wolf’s than a man’s, his elongated snout and long tongue licking at his veryprominent teeth. But his body was a man’s, partially covered in fur, fingers morelike claws, but definitely a man’s body.

A man’s naked body.

Max.

Well, as weird dreams went, this one had to top them all. After all, it had beenone hell of an odd day. No wonder her mind was filled with Max and the wolf. And in her warped brain cells, obviously the two had merged into one, creatingthis freaky apparition at the foot of her bed.

Not a turnoff, either. In fact, the intense way he looked at her, the sight of himhalf covered in fur and half naked…okay, it turned her on.

Big time.

“You want me,” he whispered, his husky voice like secrets in the dark. Funny, he

talked normally, just like Max, despite the fact his face was partially wolfen.

“Yes.” Hell, why not? It was just a dream. If she couldn’t have some no-holdsbarred fun in her dreams, where could she?

“You like being in control, like dominating every situation.”

Now he was talking. “Yes, I do.”

“That ends with me, Shannon. I’m in control here, I will be your master in the

bedroom. And what’s more…you’ll like it that way.”

No fucking way in reality, but here…sure. She didn’t answer, figuring he wasn’texpecting her to. Besides, she couldn’t very well speak since her heart nowlodged somewhere in her throat, pounding, swelling, cutting off her breath as heripped the covers away, exposing her naked flesh to his gaze.

He licked his lips. His tongue was amazingly long. Her mind sailed in all kinds ofnaughty directions. Instinctively, her hips rose off the bed. When his head shot upand his feral gaze met hers, he smiled.

“I know what you want.”

Of course, he knew what she wanted. It was her dream after all.

“You want me to lick you. I’ve dreamed of tasting you, since before we even

met.”

Before? Okay, she wasn’t going to ask him to explain that one. Dreams made nosense anyway. “Then lick my pussy.”

His thick brows arched. “Oh, I will. In my own good time. Remember, I’m incontrol here. Not you.”

With his gaze firmly planted on her sex, he grasped her legs and pulled themapart. She realized he looked directly between them, his tongue snaking out andlicking over his lips. The drawing pull of desire warmed her lower belly,centering her, preparing her. A sense of urgency enveloped her, making her want,need, that release that he promised.

He sat back on his heels, his face more and more recognizable as Max and lesslike the wolf’s. But he still retained the partial wolfen features, especially thatglorious tongue. Already, she could feel it on her, covering her sex, lapping upher juices. And he hadn’t even touched her yet.

His hands changed shape too, becoming more human in appearance, the clawssheathing until his nails took on regular shape. He reached for her feet, pullingone onto his lap, nestling the flat of her foot against his hard cock.

And what a cock it was. Her eyes grew wider as she focused on his shaft for thefirst time.
 
Mon dieu, c’est magnifique
!

A sound came from his throat. Some kind of contented growl? His sensualonslaught against her body was nearly more than she could handle. His scent, hisvoice, especially coupled with the slow, deliberately sexy way he massaged herfeet. Then he did the unexpected, lifting her foot and licking her toes with hisincredible tongue.

She nearly shot to the ceiling at the feel of his warm, wet tongue sliding over hertoes and foot. Good lord, that was an amazing sensation!

He didn’t stop there, either. With agonizing precision, he licked his way up andover her ankles, calves, concentrating on the back of her legs until she shivereduncontrollably. Damn, the back of her knees were an erogenous zone. Had sheknown that before?

Of course not. No man had ever taken the time to lick the backs of her knees.

How could she have known that?

Max did. Thoroughly exploring every inch of her body, he was on an expeditionof discovery, and tasting every inch of her skin was a quest toward the ultimatefinish line.

“Hurry,” she urged, desperate for his tongue to touch that burning spot between

her legs.

“Mmm hmm,” was his only response.

Finally, he reached her aching pussy, his mouth and that fantastic tongue mereinches away. But instead of diving in like she expected, he moved up and over hersex, planting kisses on both her hip bones and sliding his tongue into her bellybutton.

“Dammit, not
 
there
 
!” Really, did he need a roadmap?

He looked up at her and grinned. “I know exactly where I’m going. It’s not thedestination, Shannon, it’s the journey.”

“Bullshit. Lick my pussy.”

He only laughed and ignored her. Well, hell. This was her dream. How come shewasn’t getting it the way she wanted it?

“You are used to being in control. You’ll get exactly what you want, love, but not

yet.”

If she was awake, she’d kick him. But right now he held the magic key and she’djust keep her mouth shut and her feet to herself. At least until she came. Thenshe’d let him have it, and not in a good way.

He reached for her breasts, and it was like a near-death experience when hisfingers swept over her throbbing nipples. She arched her back, giving him accessto the twin globes. And he took advantage, maneuvering his way over her body sothat his mouth rested in her cleavage.

Without her having to ask him this time, his tongue snaked out and licked firstone, then the other crest.

She whimpered. She never whimpered. But, oh, was his tongue heaven. Long and

warm, he licked her, then covered one bud with his mouth, drawing the nub between his teeth and gently nibbling at her, sucking her nipple inside his mouth until it pressed between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

A tight coiling began deep inside her pussy. Knowing this was a dream allowedher to free the magic ready to burst inside her. The wind blew through the room,papers flying everywhere. The fog that had settled around the bed like a walldissipated, leaving in its wake a drenching downpour that did nothing to cool herheated flesh.

Quickly, he moved down her body as if he sensed her need. Finally.