Fox, Morgan - Craving Silence [Cowboys and Werewolves] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (5 page)

“What if I don’t want that responsibility? I’m not part of that damn council, and I sure as shit don’t want this man’s death on my hands. It’s bad enough I’ve even been put in this situation. I’m a doctor, Silence, not a murderer.”

“Then in your medical opinion, Dr. Foster, is that man worth saving?” Silence’s finger was pointed directly at Lance, and it took all the strength she could muster to keep her hand steady.

“Yes, I do.” Shadow’s voice held strong conviction as she spoke with a stiff posture, eyeing her sister for confirmation of her support.

Silence nodded. “Good, then tell me what we need to do so you and I can make this happen. I sure as shit don’t want this man’s death on my hands either.”

“Damn council,” Silence mouthed under her breath.

Chapter Four

Silence nervously rapped her knuckles against the door to room twenty-six and waited for the occupant to answer. Her heart raced like it had the first time she kissed a boy. She was overly anxious with all that was going on back at the clinic with Lance Hickman’s transformation. Even so, she couldn’t help but feel wonderfully excited and distracted by the man that lingered on the other side of the door.

The door opened abruptly, and in the blink of an eye, she was hauled off her feet and securely surrounded by Walker Helmsley’s powerful, sexy arms. He took possession of her mouth without a word spoken. Instinctively, she responded to him just as she had done in the clinic, allowing him to take what he wanted from her, and she was willing to give him anything and everything.

Walker set her back down on her feet, but not before he brought her fully inside his hotel room and closed the door behind him. As his delicious lips parted from hers, she held her eyes shut, enjoying the tingling caresses of his hands on her face. He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb, teasing her skin with the warmth of his touch.

“Silence, have dinner with me.” His breath played upon her lips, tickling her senses, firing her blood and tormenting her with wicked, lustful thoughts.

“No,” she whispered as her eyes fluttered open.

Walker’s eyes widened. The alluring brown and gold in his eyes deepened at her unexpected rejection. “Why not? What’s happened over the last few hours that changed your mind?”

She smiled. “Because, Mr. Helmsley, I don’t want to leave this room.” He arched a dark brow as she stroked along the soft, smooth skin of his bare torso with the pad of her finger. Her finger skimmed over the dark hair on his chest. “If you need food, Walker, I suggest you order in because until you make good on the promise you made to me earlier, your ass is not leaving my sight.” She placed her hand at the back of his neck, her fingers digging into the tight flesh, and she gently brought his face close to her. She nipped at his chin and then licked the seam of his lips, coaxing a deeper, more lust-filled kiss from him.

Instantly, she leapt up his body, arms and legs encasing him in a possessive embrace. She kissed him again, but this time she was the one who controlled the fever that fueled their dueling mouths. Walker Helmsley was a temptation like she’d never imaged. He simply made her body come alive with renewed passions. She forgot everything except him, as if a magical spell compelled her to do so.

He cradled her against him, the fingers of one hand weaving in her long blonde hair while the other massaged and squeezed her ass. He took her to the bed. The soft press of the mattress cushioned her fall as he dropped her sensually down.

He ran a stiff hand through his hair, staring down at her. He breathed hard, his chest rising and falling as vigorously as hers was. “Wow,” he breathed. “I always knew you’d be like this.” He swallowed hard. “At least I had hoped so. I’ve dreamt of being with you for so long that I suddenly feel like a young boy rather than a grown man.” His face flushed with color. “Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have said that last part.”

Smiling, she propped up on her elbows. Was it possible for her to feel more aroused by this charming, sexually yummy man? She didn’t think so. Her tongue danced behind her teeth as she gazed up at him. She couldn’t wait to have his naked, warm flesh rubbing erotically against her.

Clad in only a pair of khaki pants, Walker was alarmingly sexy and a little mysterious. The way he effortlessly made her inhibitions fall to the curbside had never happened before. Swallowing back a nervous flutter of excitement, she said, “I need a shower.” She arched a brow. “Care to join me?”

“I’ve already showered,” he murmured.

It was not the answer she had hoped to hear, so she scooted to the edge of the bed and unbuttoned her shirt, sliding the fabric off her shoulders. As she stood, her bra-covered breasts brushed against his chest, and her shirt fell to the floor. “Then I guess that leaves you with one of two choices.” She kicked off her shoes and unzipped her pants, letting the material ease from her legs. “You can either join me or watch me.” She gazed up at him, nibbling on her bottom lip. Damn, he made her feel so sexy. “But don’t worry. I’ll let you know if I need any help.”

She stepped to the side, moving in the direction of the bathroom, but he quickly grabbed her arm. “Oh no you don’t,” he scolded her with a grin. He quickly locked his arms around her waist, pulling her up against him. Her body dwarfed in the shadow of his. “I have no intentions of allowing you to soap up that succulent body alone.” He scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom, his mouth coming down on hers hard and fierce.

Entering the bathroom, he kicked the door closed and placed her back against it. The cold chill of the white wood on her skin had her practically jumping into his chest, her arms tightening more fiercely around him. Suddenly, he tore his mouth from hers. As she stared up at him, she couldn’t breathe. The emotions filling her mind were overwhelming and addictive.

His raw masculinity made her dizzy. The way his dark, alluring gaze enflamed her body sent jolts of electricity to each and every nerve ending. With just a glance, Walker had a primal way of making her feel desired. Not to mention the way he possessed her body had her longing for a full night of passion and romance like she’d never imagined possible.

His powerful embrace had her gasping, her heart racing, and her toes curling. He gripped her ass, spreading her legs to rest at his waist as he held her, rubbing his hard, restricted cock against her pussy, robbing her of coherent thought. She cried out, meeting his fiery gaze once more.

Her nails dug deep into his broad shoulders. “Oh God, Walker. I’ve wanted you for so long.” She kissed his face greedily, moving from one whiskered cheek to the other.

He laughed with a triumphant roar. “I know.” She froze, staring at his smug expression. He bucked his hips up, stroking her pussy with his cock. “I doubt, however, you’ve wanted me more than I’ve wanted you.”

She blew out a soft breath as his words floated over her. The tension she hadn’t realized lingered within her shoulders relaxed as he took her mouth again. He sampled her lips and tongue. His hunger for her so clear in the way he kissed her, but as he set her back onto her feet and pulled away, she nearly reached out and yanked him forward again to keep him from moving away. Her wolf was just as greedy for his affections as she was. This was more than just sex to her. She had an instinct to possess him and to be possessed by him.

Grinning, he eased back, slowly unbuttoning his pants. The khaki material dropped to the floor, and he stepped free of them. His cock sprung forth from a dark patch of hair. Her eyes were glued on his impressive size.

Holy wolf boy. She nearly crumpled to the floor in a blubbering heap, praising God above for making such a perfectly gorgeous man. A dark dusting of hair coated his sculpted chest, diving down his corded navel to a very impressive cock that stood at attention, ready to be mounted or sucked. She swallowed, nostrils flaring at the bountiful banquet before her.

He rose to his full height, trapping her body between his and the door, pinning her arms up above her head as he kissed along her jaw, drawing his tongue over her throat, down past the swell of her breasts until he was kneeling in front of her.

His beautiful brown eyes locked with hers, and suddenly her belly quivered when he wickedly smiled. She sucked in a breath as he slowly slid the silky black panties down her legs, assisting her as she stepped out of them. In an instant, he probed his tongue between her legs, grazing over the sensitive clit. He gripped her leg and raised it, her calf resting on his back giving him better access to her starved, wet pussy.

Spreading the swollen lips of her cunt, he feasted on her clit, sucking on the tender bud until she had her hands weaving in his hair, pulling him closer and closer, not allowing him to stop his delicious torture. She screamed as the blinding pleasure soared.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please, don’t stop.”

He licked her repeatedly, a maddening assault on her pussy. “I couldn’t if I wanted to.” Again he tasted her, his tongue swirling over her clit. “I’m addicted to your candy flavor.” He suckled her clit, and she gasped, his tongue flicking back and forth over the oversensitive button. “Silence,” he groaned. “I could eat you all night.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed, her fingers gripping his hair.

Suddenly, he was on his feet and she was back in his arms. He hauled her back off her feet and placed her ass on the bathroom counter. “Lay back,” he demanded. “When I make you come, I not only want to taste your honey coating my tongue, but I want to see how aroused your body can get.”

She did exactly as he asked. She couldn’t think to do anything else. Not that she wanted to do anything else. His mouth on her pussy felt too perfect to have him stop.

“My God. You are so beautiful,” he whispered, pressing her thighs wider, leaning in to take her pussy into his mouth once more.

He parted the lips of her cunt, sliding his tongue deep into the channel of her pussy, fucking her with his mouth. She quivered as the fire of passions he created licked upon every inch of her skin. If she could, she’d have her fingers and hands dancing over his body, gripping his cock in her hand, stroking him until he came all over her. She longed to taste his cock like he tasted her pussy—to learn his body as he was hers.

Then it happened. An alarming shiver charged from deep in her belly and spread all the way to her toes. She was coming, screaming his praises as he lit fire to her soul. Wringing every drop of her orgasm from her body, he licked and sucked until all the trembling ended.

He wiped his mouth, stood, and moved to turn on the shower. When he returned, she was still lying spent and satisfied on the counter. Flipping the clasp of her bra, he removed the material from her body. He dipped his head down and placed one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking the tip until she hissed in response. The sting of pain felt so good, she didn’t want him to stop.

Licking his lips, he asked her, “Are you ready to get into the shower?”

Unable to speak, she nodded.

“Good,” he said, picking her up and placing her in the shower, coming in to stand close behind her.

Walker pulled her under the warm water, soaking her hair and body. He shampooed her hair then picked up a bar of soap and lathered it up in the washcloth he’d grabbed for her. The soothing caress he used to wash her body had her eyes closing. She leaned her head back against his chest as he began to thoroughly wash her breasts. Again he inclined her back to rinse her body of all the soap.

Once she was fully rinsed, he whispered with a fiery lust in his voice, “Place the palms of your hands against the wall, Silence. I want to see your ass.”

She trembled, not from fear, but from absolute sexual excitement. He was going to mount her like a primal and feral beast. He was going to possess her, own her, rule her, and she was thrilled by his need to take her this way. It was what she wanted and hadn’t even had to ask for.

If only you were a lycan and wanted to possess me this way…

Without hesitation, her palms pressed flat against the cool tile, and she bent forward enough that her back arched, temptingly placing her ass directly in front of his engorged cock. Stepping in close behind her, she looked down to see his legs standing between hers. She sucked in a breath when, instead of his cock probing her cunt, she felt his fingers. He pressed one finger inside her pussy, then another, slowly pulling them out and surging forward, fucking her with demanding strokes.