HannasHaven (20 page)

Hanna ran her hand over his head.

“Please, please, please,” she begged, thrusting her hips up
against him.

He stilled.

“No, don’t stop,” she demanded. Grabbing hold of his shirt,
she held on tight.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not going anywhere. Let go of me now.
I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise.”

He pried her hand off his collar and kissed down her stomach
until he got to her pussy. Moving off the bed, he knelt on the floor.

“Scoot toward me, Hanna,” he directed.

Hanna shuffled down until her butt hit the end of the bed.
Marcus placed her legs over his shoulders. Drawing her pussy lips apart, he
took one long lick of her sweet folds coated with her honeyed dew.

“You taste so good. I could eat you all day and never get
sick of the taste of you.”

He was intent on getting every drop of her sweet essence.
Placing his lips around her clit, he sucked hard. Hanna cried out, arching up.
He slowly released her, tapping at the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue. Her
breath came in sharp pants, her thighs trembling next to his face.

“That’s it, baby. Relax and feel.” He pushed one finger deep
inside her. Fast then slow, he varied the rhythm, keeping her on edge. Her
pleasure was visible in her expressive eyes.

He drew his finger from her pussy and slowly, using her own
juices as lubricant, pushed it into her tight asshole.

Marcus pumped his finger in and out of her ass as he
returned to tonguing her clit. Sucking the tight bud into his mouth, he
listened to her cries as her ass clenched around him, her orgasm overtaking
her.

She screamed, the sound filling the room music to his ears.

Marcus brought her down, licking her clit before he moved
back and stood.

“How was that, baby?” he asked her.

Hanna didn’t answer. Instead, he was met with soft, steady
breathing. He smiled. His mate was fast asleep, her face relaxed in her
slumber.

“Sleep, Hanna. You need it.”

* * * * *

Nerves danced in her stomach as she looked in the mirror,
turning from side to side to inspect her naked body. Her bruises had almost
faded. Changing a few times had helped speed up the healing.

She still got killer headaches though, and was really tired
a lot of the time. Seemed being kidnapped could really exhaust a person. The
nightmares didn’t help. But having Marcus with her did. When she woke up
screaming and sweating with the memory of Reginald’s touch churning at the back
of her throat, Marcus would pull her close, rock her, talk to her quietly until
she fell back asleep.

Of course there had been a lot going on in the last week.
Her kidnapping and rescue. Jesse’s return. No longer having to hide who she was
or her relationship with Marcus. Everyone still gave her hell about her poor
acting skills.

Then there was Olivia and her betrayal. Marcus wouldn’t let Hanna
see her. Hanna knew that there was only one penalty for betraying a packmate.
Death. She had to admit she didn’t really feel bad about it, not when she
remembered how afraid she’d been in Reginald’s hands, how she’d seen her own death
in his eyes. No, she couldn’t feel sorry for Olivia.

But she did worry about Marcus. She knew it haunted him, had
seen the shadows in his eyes. It had fallen on him and Ryder, as his head
enforcer, to deal with Olivia.

A shiver of awareness ran up her spine and she raised her eyes,
meeting Marcus’ dark gaze in the mirror.

“Hello, Alpha,” she said in a low voice.

His lips turned up into a grin and he leaned against the
doorway, crossing his arms over his wide, muscular chest.

“Not yet, baby.”

“Well, in a few hours you will be.” Turing around, she
reached for her robe.

“Stop,” he ordered.

Hot arousal burned in his eyes. Marcus had resisted her
attempts to get him to make love to her, being concerned about her fatigue and
injuries.

Hanna was determined to change all that.

She cocked a hip. “Like what you see?”

Marcus raised his brow, running his gaze over her body as
though it were a lazy caress. He twirled a finger. She slowly turned.

“Look at you. So beautiful,” he told her. “Simply
breathtaking.”

Hanna wrinkled her nose. “If you like ugly, splotchy
bruises.”

Marcus narrowed his piercing eyes. “Come here,” he told her.
Hanna stepped toward him and, when she was a foot away, he reached out and
cupped a hand around the back of her neck, tucking his other hand beneath her
chin to raise her face.

“You are beautiful, understand? No matter what marks cover
your body.”

“Then why haven’t you touched me since I was kidnapped?” she
countered.

“You know why. You’ve been healing, you’ve been exhausted,
and I am not about to risk your health.”

“Don’t you know that an orgasm is good for what ails me?”
she sassed.

The lines around his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “That so?”
Leaning down, he kissed her, nipping at her lip.

“Yes, it is,” she said breathlessly. “So what are you going
to do about it?”

“Well, I guess I’m going to have to fuck you. For your
health, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” she teased. She squealed when he scooped
her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to bed.

Marcus stripped off his shirt and Hanna licked her lips, enjoying
the view. Rippling muscles, wide, strong shoulders down to his ridged stomach,
tapered waist and—oh hell yeah—his long, thick cock.

Sitting up, she reached for his shaft, running her hand up
and down. A drop of creamy pre-cum appeared at the slit. She licked up that
white dot, humming as she did so.

Marcus threw back his head and moaned his approval.

Holding one hand around the base of his thick erection, she
took him inside her mouth. He was so long she couldn’t manage all of him.
Sucking strongly, she pulled back on him. With her other hand she reached down
and cupped his balls, squeezing lightly.

“Hold still, Hanna,” he hissed, clasping her face between
his hands and thrusting his hips forward. “Keep your mouth open nice and wide.
That’s it. Good girl. Your mouth is heaven. Pure, sweet oblivion.”

Suddenly he drew back. She whimpered and tried to follow
him.

“Stay still,” he ordered.

“More. I need more.” She was mindless, driven by need, by
the taste of him in her mouth. Salty. Masculine.
Mine.

“I want you too, gorgeous. But I want to come inside you. I
want drive myself into your slick pussy and truly make you mine. My mate.”

Her whole body froze before she shook herself free and
looked up at him. “Really? You’re sure?”

“Hanna, I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. Are
you ready for me? All of me?”

Hanna’s wolf shone through her eyes. “Yes, I’ve never wanted
anything more.”

Marcus’ eyes glowed amber. With a soft growl of pleasure, he
leaned in and took her mouth in a deep, hard kiss. He cupped her breasts with
his hands, his thumbs teasing her taut nipples as he licked and nipped her
lips.

Hanna’s need grew in leaps and bounds. Cream coated her
folds, her clit throbbed. He knelt between her legs and bit one nipple, then
the other. Pleasure raced up and down her body. She shuddered under the
sensations swamping her, threatening to drown her in their intensity.

Abruptly he stood and, grabbing two pillows, placed them on
the edge of the bed. He held out his hand and Hanna took it, letting him help
her stand.

“Turn and lie over the pillows,” he directed her, waiting
until she’d positioned herself. “Fuck, that is one beautiful ass. Now spread
your legs. Wide. Wider.”

Hanna pushed her feet apart until they could go no farther.
With her stomach resting on the pillows, her arms resting out in front of her,
she was open, exposed.

At his mercy.

And damn if that didn’t make her hotter.

“Touch me, Marcus.”

He smacked his hand down on her ass. Once. Twice. “Your ass
blushes so prettily.” He rubbed the heat into her cheeks. His fingers dipped
down to her folds, slipping inside her pussy. “So wet. That turns me on. I get
so hard knowing how wet you are for me. Knowing that all I need to do is send
you a look and your pussy will start readying itself for my cock. That’s true,
isn’t it, Hanna? Do you want my cock?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Lie very still, Hanna,” he told her as she wiggled, trying
to find more friction. He slapped her ass again. “Don’t disobey me on this.”

Hanna let out a loud, long groan.

“Keep your hands out in front of you.” He parted her butt
cheeks and licked from the top of her pussy to the end of her butt crack. “So
damn sweet.”

Then he prodded her back entrance with his tongue, sliding
its warmth inside her. Hanna gasped, grasping hold of the bed cover as the
deliciously dark feeling almost shot her straight over the edge. He took his
time, playing with her, thrusting into her before pulling back and licking her
entrance.

With an expertise that took her breath away, he tied her up
in knots of anticipation. She needed more. Marcus stood back and she turned her
head to see him open the bedside drawers. He pulled out a tube of lube and an anal
plug.

Hanna whimpered.

Marcus turned to stare at her. “I’m just going to prepare
your ass for my cock, but if you’re not ready then say the word and we stop.”

Hanna drew in a deep breath. Stop? No way. She wanted this,
wanted all of him. “I’m ready.”

“Damn, I think I love you more each day,” he told her.
“Reach back and pull your cheeks apart. Good girl.”

Hanna held her butt cheeks apart, heat flooding her despite
the fact that he’d just had his tongue deep inside her ass. He drove a damp finger
in.

Nerve endings flared to life deep inside her. “That feels so
good.”

“It’s going to feel even better when I get this plug inside
you, when I make you come with my mouth then drive my dick in as deep as I can
go.”

Hell, she was about to come from his words alone.

“Another finger.” With two fingers, he speared her,
stretched her, prepared her. “Now take a deep breath, relax and push out.
Remember, if you want me to slow down say yellow.”

“I remember.”

He pushed the plug inside her. It burned and felt weird,
filling her. She immediately wanted to push it back out but forced herself to
relax, letting him press a bit more inside her.

“Good girl, relax for me, almost there,” he crooned, running
one hand over her lower back, soothing her. “There you are. Shit, your ass
looks sexy filled with my plug. And you were so good for me. Hands back in
front of you.”

As soon as she placed her hands above her head, he dove into
her pussy. Sealing his lips on her clit, he drove two fingers deep inside her
weeping passage. He devoured her, his lips, his tongue. Even his teeth seemed
to work in symphony. Such overwhelming need pumped through her veins that she
screamed out his name.

Every nerve in her body came alight, set on fire, roasting
within the flames of arousal and need. Orgasm stampeded toward her with a
ferocity that she was certain was going to tear her to bits. He ate at her like
a man devouring his last meal.

Fierce ecstasy overcame her and she tumbled over into sweet
heaven, her breathy pants turning into one low, long moan. Marcus pulled back,
blowing softly on her slick folds.

He thrust his tongue within her passage, shocking her. Hanna
lay gasping.

“Marcus, no, I can’t stand it.”

His thumb brushed her clit, electric shocks sparking up and
down her spine.

“Yes, you can. For me.”

For him. What wouldn’t she do for him? Not much.

“I can’t hold on any longer. I’ve wanted this ass for so
long, I have to have it.” He reached over into the bedside drawers and pulled
out a condom.

Disappointment seared her, robbing her breath.

“What is it?” He immediately knelt beside her. He ran his
hand over her back. “Are you sore? Is it the plug?”

“You changed your mind.”

“What?” His brow furrowed and he glanced down at the condom
in his hand. “No, baby, never. I’m wearing a condom to take your ass.”

“Oh,” she said, feeling foolish.

“I don’t want to leave you to clean up. This way I don’t
have to. Believe me, honey, you are not getting away from me. By the end of the
night you will be mine. Forever.”

Thank god.

“Now relax and I’ll pull out this plug.” Hanna forced
herself to release all her tension as he withdrew the plug. She felt
surprisingly bereft, but then something warm and hard nudged her asshole and
Marcus pushed himself inside her, his lubricated cock slipping inside her inch
by agonizing inch.

“Oh, oh, it feels so good. A bit weird, but so damn good.”

“You don’t need to tell me, sweetheart,” he told her. “It’s
taking every bit of control I have not to come right now.” He pushed all the
way inside her and they both expelled a breath. He rocked in and out, slowly at
first then faster. Pleasure washed up her spine and down over her breasts and
stomach, firing at her pussy.

“Goddamn, it’s too much. Shit, I’m pulling out before I
come,” he told her. “Hold on now.”

They both moaned as he withdrew from her.

“Roll over for me, baby, I need you.”

Marcus pulled off the condom, his cock hard and gleaming in
the light. He pulled out the pillows from beneath her hips.

“Spread for me, nice and wide, show me how swollen with need
your pussy is.”

His words were fuel to the fire enveloping her and she
parted her thighs, watching his face grow hungry as he took his cock in hand,
stroking himself.

He climbed onto the bed, nestled between her knees and took
her lips, stealing her gasp as he pushed the head of his shaft into her.
Pulsing, he moved back and forth, just the tip of him, teasing, tantalizing.