InsatiableNeed (4 page)

Pull out, pull out, pull out, you asshole.

“Oh
fuck
. Raegan!” His canines exploded into his
mouth. Damn, he’d never lost control of his wolf. Not since that night when
he’d damned himself in her eyes.

Shit. I’m screwed.

Then he trembled and roared and came, his fingers tightening
in her hair, the head of his cock stabbing the back of her throat as his spendings
spilled into her. Raegan choked but guzzled him down all the same.

The second he gathered hold of his bearings, he tugged her
to her feet before his body could decide it wanted more of her mouth.

Great.
Now
I get a choice.

“Raegan…”

His mouth found her throat, peppering her skin with kisses.
That wasn’t the decision he would have made, but it was better than before. At
least this felt somewhat comforting.

“Don’t. Say. A. Word,” she growled.

Zeth fought a wince and lost. “Not a word.”

His compliance only seemed to harden her fury, which he
could only attribute to some female twist on what others called plain ole
logic. There was no winning with her.

“I mean it,” Raegan continued, her voice shaky. “I get word
that you’ve told anyone about this, I
will
kill you, Zeth.”

“Don’t worry,” he snapped. “After that performance? You
didn’t give me anything to brag about.”

As expected, the second the words rode off his lips, he
wanted to snatch them back. She’d baited him and he knew it, yet he couldn’t
help himself. Never in his life had Zeth been one to roll over and take a
verbal undressing. Even if he knew she didn’t mean it—hell, it didn’t take an
expert in human behavior to determine she was running now on self-preservation
and whatever dignity she could scrape together. There was no mystery, no
unanswered questions, and despite his resolve to provide the face she could
attach to her grievances, to be the asshole she needed him to be, a part of him
sensed they were barreling toward something larger than themselves.

Facing truths Zeth had been quite content to ignore until
now.

Instinct versus knowledge. The part of him that wasn’t an
animal waged war on the part that was.

To her credit, though, Raegan masked how deeply the words
cut. If he hadn’t known her as well as he did, he might think she was
unaffected.

“I’m going to have to swim in mouthwash to get that taste
out of my mouth,” she grumbled.

“No real men for Raegan, is that it?”

“Oh. A
real
man. Is that what you are?”

“You tell me. You’re the one that couldn’t handle the—”

Raegan growled. Or rather tried. His wandering fingers,
without waiting approval or permission, dove between her legs again and slid
easily into her dripping pussy. He fought and pulled, ordered his hand away,
but no good came of it. Apparently, the game wasn’t over.

Still, Raegan fought. “Don’t… Ohhh… Don’t even.”

“Can’t help it if your past bedmates didn’t
educate
you properly.”

“I hate you.”

Zeth shrugged, then wrangled a kiss from her lips. “Believe
me,” he replied, rubbing her silken, slippery flesh with cool expertise.
“You’ve made yourself more than clear.”

“Stop touching me.”

“I’m trying, you crazy woman. Don’t have much say at the
moment. Or did you get on your knees because you wanted my dick in your mouth?”

“I swear, Zeth…” She wrapped her left arm around his waist
and rubbed herself wantonly against him as her other hand caught him by the
neck to anchor him into her kisses. “Only one of us is getting out of here
alive.”

“Oooh, scary,” Zeth retorted, curling his fingers inside
her. Then his shoulders dropped, a long shudder racing through his body. She
felt like heaven against his skin. “Fuck, you’re burning me up.”

“If only.”

He snarled, his thumb slipping over her clit again. “Tell me
that now,” he barked, rubbing her harsher than he intended. “Tell me you’re not
about to come in my hand from what I do to you.”

Raegan gasped and tossed her head back. “This is so not
fair.”

“Hello, welcome to life.”

“Why does it have to be you?”

Zeth had no explanation as to why—why in the world the
thought of her stuck in this room, or anywhere else, being forced into sex she
didn’t want—made him see red. Perhaps it was his own failing, his inherent need
to brand the woman in his life and make that woman his forever. Or rather, find
the woman who would be his forever, the woman intended to be his mate. That
part of him was innate, no matter how much he enjoyed his freedom, being who he
was, what he was, made him need the sort of steady female companionship his
brothers had been lucky enough to find. Regardless of what the man wanted, the
wolf’s needs always took precedence.

Right now, the wolf was with Raegan, and the wolf didn’t
like the thought of her with anyone else one little bit.

“It’s me,” he said hotly, locating her breast with his other
hand, then catching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, “because I’m
the only man in your life you can ask for favors who isn’t stupid enough to say
no.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, there are others? Must be a reliable bunch if you came
to me to have your back.”

“Stop touching me,” she said in lieu of an answer. “I swear,
Zeth, if you don’t stop touching me—”

“You’ll what? Suck me off again?”

“You’re disgusting.”

He waggled his brows. “Seemed awfully eager to drink me down
if I was so disgusting, don’t you think?”

That was it. There was something different about her outrage
this time, something beyond hurt—something that stood without the aid of her
coat of armor. Something in her had sparked, overshadowing the girl who cried
and pleaded with an invisible force with the woman he knew she was—the snarky, vibrant, smart as hell warrior who would claw
and punch anyone who tried to take her down. Yet instead of the slap he knew he
deserved, the slap he knew she wanted to deliver, she grabbed his shoulders and
drew him close.

“I am beginning to think,” she growled, “that you are a
walking death wish.”

There might be something to that. Yet before he could
consider her words and conjure a crushing reply, Raegan braced herself and
shoved him. Hard.

“Shit!” he yelped, his stomach bottoming out when his ankles
hit the mattress. Then he was falling back, flopping onto the cushiony surface.

“Now stay there.” She looked at him a long moment, her gaze
lingering on his cock just long enough the semi-erection he’d sported since
blowing his load stirred to a full Nelson. And the next thing he knew, Raegan
was running for him, her eyes wide and wild, as though she hadn’t yet decided
whether she was going to fuck him or kill him.

In a flash she was on the mattress above him, her face panicked
but her body notably revved and ready to go. And despite good intentions, Zeth
found he couldn’t help his crass mouth—not with Raegan straddling his waist and
rubbing her molten center against the base of his cock.

“Ohhh baby. Should’ve known you like it rough.”

“Shut up,” she spat. “And let me go!”

Zeth blinked rapidly. “Umm, in case you didn’t notice,
you’re the one on top.” His lips peeled back in a sneer. “Now give me your tits
if you’re gonna do nothing but wave them in my face.”

“I hate you.”

His smirk stretched and he blew her a kiss. “Mutual.” He
reached between them, wrapped his hand around his erection and rubbed himself
against her dripping folds.

Damn.
She was going to melt him from the inside out.

“If you even
think
of putting that thing inside me,
I’ll—” Raegan seized his wrists and forced his arms to the side of his head,
pinning them to the mattress. Then she sank down on his cock with a whimper.
“Oh God.”

If there had been life before he’d known what she felt like,
he didn’t remember it. She was fire and ice, her tight cunt squeezing him
tightly, drawing him deep, deeper inside. For a blessed second, he forgot about
the spell. Forgot about his guilt, about O’Brien, about Jezebel, about the
nastiness that had been said and the things he’d have to face tomorrow. If her
mouth had been Heaven, then surely her pussy was Hell, and he was so much more
prone to sin than playing up virtues.

“Raegan.” Zeth purred, thrusting upward, trying to seat
himself deeper within her. “Oh
Christ
.”

They said the road to Hell was paved with good intentions.
Zeth wasn’t sure he’d ever had a grip on his intentions when it came to her.

And right now didn’t seem a good time to try to figure out
why.

Chapter Four

The look in his eyes would remain with her for as long as
she lived. It seemed so singular—so completely
Zeth
in a way that
rattled her insides. The blanket of awe veiling his gaze appeared so open, so
vulnerable and naked, that she couldn’t keep herself from trembling.

She didn’t know what to do with a man who looked at her like
that.

Her hands pressed to his chest, her breasts heaving, and his
cock was buried inside her.

“Raegan?” he asked softly, panting.

“Oh my God,” she squeaked; her treacherous hips rose in a
rhythm that her body didn’t know very well. Her past sexual exploits, while not
entirely unsatisfactory, had left her more or less with one signature move,
that being on her back. She’d never steered.

“Raegan,” Zeth whispered again, his fingers sliding up her
sides until he had two handfuls of her breasts. “You…”

If he said something about how she felt, she would die. The
look in Zeth’s eyes notwithstanding, whatever he had to say would in no way be
complimentary. So she slapped a hand over his mouth and moved to get off him—to
hobble to the door, make a second attempt to gather her shredded dignity, and
head for the proverbial hills —and instead, quite predictably, she found
herself leaning over until her breasts pressed against his chest.

“Don’t say anything,” she murmured furiously. “Just…don’t.”

That was it. The awed look vanished again, as though he
suddenly remembered himself. His fingers dug into her flesh and he bounced his
pelvis upward. “Well, are you gonna move or what? Don’t tell me you make the
boy
do all the work.”

Yeah. That was exactly the sort of thing she hadn’t wanted
to hear.

“What can I say?” She choked back a gasp at the feel of his
length sliding out of her. She sucked in a breath and hovered over him, her
vaginal walls wrapped around his tender head. “You just don’t do it for me.”

Given how loudly she moaned when she sank back onto his
cock, her words likely didn’t carry the punch she intended. But for the spark
of insecurity that flashed across his face, a shiver of satisfaction—that was
not at all chased by guilt,
no siree
—raced down her spine.

It lasted for only a second. Zeth’s uncertainty melted into
a sneer, and he slipped a hand between them, his thumb rubbing her where they
were joined. “Oh, I dunno, Raegan. Feels like a job good and done to me.”

“You’re sick,” she panted.

“And you’re my disease. Guess we’re even then.”

Raegan raised her hand to smack him; she really did. Only
instead, she found herself again seizing his shoulders and dragging his mouth
upward until she tore kisses away from his sinfully delicious lips. And then
her body couldn’t stand it. She had him inside her. She had Zeth buried deep
within her pussy, and she couldn’t fight her need anymore, if she ever had.

She swirled her hips and moaned into his kiss. “Oh God.”

“You’re telling me,” he murmured, the fire in his eyes
fading again. “Knew you’d be tight. Squeeze me, baby. Show me what you can do.”

She flushed with a confused combination of outrage and heat.
“Do I need to remind you yet again how incredibly dead you’re gonna be once
this spell is over?” She tossed her head back, her moves becoming harder and
more boisterous. This on-top thing was definitely worth exploring. Later. With
someone not Zeth.

“Good,” he said, though again hurt flashed across his face.
“Who’d wanna be burdened with this memory?”

“Shut up!”

“Little touchy, aren’t we?” He bit at her shoulder, his left
palm pressing her ass against his cock as he rolled his body under her. It
wasn’t fair how good he felt. How his skin rubbed her inner walls in a way that
she’d thought existed solely in smutty romance novels. Something burned in her
belly, something she’d only experienced a handful of times. What she felt now,
though, paled in comparison to anything she’d felt before. It had to be the
spell. It
had
to be.

“Someone’s enjoying this a little too much,” Zeth said.

Raegan’s nostrils flared. “You wish.”

“Yeah.” He pinched her clit and pressed her harder against
his cock. “I stay awake at night, dreaming of your cunt.”

She growled. Honest to God, Raegan growled and smashed her
pussy against him with such anger that her skin burned. She wanted to fuck him
so hard he’d ache. That his cock would break and he’d never find satisfaction
in any woman ever again. She wanted him alive if it meant he’d suffer and
ashes-to-ashes dead if he’d have something to live for.

“You’re—”

“Dead?” Zeth’s brows flickered. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Believe
me, I received that memo. Getting a little redundant. Might as well ride this
out, baby. We might be stuck here for a while.”

She flushed again, though for an entirely different reason,
the logical part of her brain desperately battling the furious need for
self-preservation. Whatever else, on some level, where it really mattered, she
knew this wasn’t his fault. She did. She really, really did. But damn it, she
needed it to be. She needed someone to blame, and O’Brien was fuck-knew-where,
they hadn’t stopped demon Jezebel. Zeth had thrown himself into her battle, her
need to stop something she didn’t understand. For better or worse, in some way,
Raegan had chosen him. Somewhere in the back of her mind she must have known
she might be too late to stop O’Brien from fulfilling the summoning. She must
have reasoned and chosen which of her forbidden fantasies she would be the
safest to seize.

Though honestly, Raegan didn’t have many fantasies. Though
there was a possibility she would have strangled her boss if he were in
proximity when the spell triggered, or stolen someone’s purse because of the
one or two idle daydreams she’d entertained wherein cash just landed on her
lap. Trying to discern what would have set her off in any other scenario was
futile as there were really only two possibilities—throw her life away in a
desperate need to find Natalie’s killer, or succumb to the attraction she’d
long tried to suppress since discovering his heritage, and fuck Zeth senseless.

In the morning, she’d be happy for Option B.

Right now, reality having merged with fantasy, her
adrenalin-high mind couldn’t negotiate how something she’d never wanted to want
had become something she now had.

Zeth.

There were no words for this. Not words enough for the way
Zeth felt inside her. The hot, slippery slide of his flesh against hers made
every nerve in her body hum to life. She suddenly felt aware of everything. The
air that crashed against her skin, the springs that squeaked every time her
body collided with his, the steady rock of the headboard against the wall
growing louder with every thrust; every part of her screamed. The wolf was
inside her, and she felt like howling.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he demanded. “You’re tightening
around me. You’re about to come until you can’t walk.”

It was true, and she hated it. Despite how much this might
have been her fantasy, her choice, her sense of self-preservation couldn’t help
but put up a fight. Perhaps it was the knowledge Zeth knew—had to know—how much
she’d wondered what he’d feel like, how his cock would fill her, what his hands
would do to her willing body, and how amazing it would be to experience one
moment of liberation. If she hadn’t considered these things, they wouldn’t be
here…and the knowledge he had so much insight, even if he didn’t realize it
yet, left her open and vulnerable. So yes, Zeth would make her come like a porn
star, and instead of enjoying it, she felt more humiliated than she’d ever thought
possible.

She gasped. “Oh shit.”

“Gotta say… I never pegged…you as the…sort that…could be
fucked dizzy.” Zeth grinned and, before she could blink, flipped her onto her
back, then pounded her brutally into the mattress. “Let me…know…if you…see
stars.”

He panted, bruising her body with his, slamming into her so
hard her bones shook. He was close too, she realized. Close to losing himself,
close to getting lost in her.

That awareness, the sensation of absolute certainty, shook
her to the core.

And then the world detonated, and everything melted away.
She trembled, spasmed violently, and came so hard that she brought the stars he
gave her back to earth. Every cell in her body exploded. She dug her nails into
his biceps and sank her teeth into his shoulder, muffling her scream around his
skin and shivering when he snarled.

“Raegan. Raegan!” The mask of hate had vanished again, and
his voice was bathed in awe. “Oh God. You feel…” He thrust wildly into her, his
movements no longer guided by whatever had been in control just moments before.
Then he shook hard, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and came. And for
a second—a split second of utter insanity—she felt something close to
completion.

A long whimper tore from her lips. “Ohh!”

“Raegan…”

God, he sounded so helpless. So lost. She’d made him do
that. She’d made him whimper and mewl. She’d knocked him to his knees without
even trying. And, without warning, she felt stormed with a rush of…something.
Affection. A rush of affection for Zeth. And it took her by such surprise the
whole of her went numb.

“Raegan,” he whispered again, kissing her throat. “God,
Raegan…”

The way he said her name made her tremble.