InsatiableNeed (7 page)

Zeth arched a brow. “Yes?”

“How…” How much she would invest in a vibrator. After
tonight, after experiencing so many orgasms, no way would she go through
another drought. “How much…”

How much I love what you’re doing to me.

Those words wouldn’t come.

“How much what, baby?” Zeth asked softly, nipping at her wet
folds with a playful, easy grin. It amazed her that he could pull that off in
the same look. How he could be smoldering and arrogant, but kind and gentle all
at once. Was this another effect of the spell, or did Zeth just really keep
himself guarded?

“How…” Raegan sucked in a deep breath. “What you do to… I’ve
never… Zeth, please.” She thrust her pelvis toward his mouth again and fought
the ever-tempting urge to die when he didn’t dive in. “I need—”

His breaths came quicker. “Yes, well,” he replied, clearing
his throat, “you still gotta tell me.”

“Tell you?” Her brain felt surrounded by a fog. “Tell…”

“Tell me whose this is.” Zeth tossed her a wicked grin
before lowering his mouth to her throbbing clit, and she melted on the spot. Oh
God. This was exactly what she needed. His lips around her swollen pearl, his
fingers teasing her opening then running a wet trail up her body until he had a
breast in each hand. “It’s just you and me. I won’t share your secrets. Tell
me.”

God, Zeth should stake a flag on her parts. She was so
completely his.

“Yes, yes!” she agreed breathlessly.

“Your pussy is mine?”

If she nodded any harder, her head would pop off. “Yes!”

“Only mine? I don’t want anyone else touching it. I’m a very
possessive wolf, you know.” Then, as though threatened by the mere suggestion,
Zeth unearthed the most predatory growl she’d ever heard, and his fangs
descended again. He ran the blunt length of one incisor gently along her flesh
before he drew back and plunged his tongue deep inside her.

Raegan positively howled. Her back arched off the bed, her
legs closed around him and she drowned in a sea of pure bliss. He kept a steady
rhythm, thrusting his tongue in and out of her soaking core until he replaced
it with his fingers then licked his way to her clit. He pinched her nipple with
his other fingers, and she felt his lips stretch into a grin when his name
pealed through the air and vibrated off the walls.

His fangs didn’t brush her again. Not once. He tongued her
into oblivion, doing things to her clit that should be illegal in forty-nine
states, but his fangs never touched her. She didn’t know how. Maybe he was one
of those guys who could tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue. It
certainly seemed fitting. That beautiful organ inside his mouth deserved the
Nobel Prize.

He stroked her as though he cared. He loved her with his
mouth as if he loved
her
.

And when she met his gaze, the world around her dissolved
into nothing. In that second, something changed. Something monumental changed.
It reverberated through every nerve in her body. She felt submerged in pure
white, blazing with fire, and he remained the only thing keeping the burn from
doing her in completely.

In that second, he’d broken through the wall she’d built
around her heart.

And it terrified her.

Chapter Seven

“This is going to kill me.” Raegan met his gaze, catching a
glimmer of his grin as he crawled up her body. In easy seconds, she found herself
flipped beneath him, his cock driving hard into her.

“What?” he whispered, nipping at her shoulder. “This?” He
showered a trail of kisses back to the proud bite on her throat, then sucked
hard on his mark of ownership. “Or this?” He slid his hands under her thighs,
buried his face in the crook of her neck, and slammed her with thrusts
seemingly hard enough to send the mattress crashing through the floors beneath
them.

“Oh yes! Zeth!”

The words sounded strange colored in her own voice, but she
didn’t know what else to say. Moreover, she couldn’t help herself. Every time
his cock drove inside her, a slew of monosyllabic nothings sputtered through
her lips.

“Just…want…to know…” He lifted his head to smile at her, and
the sight made her heart clench. “Stretch your arms above you, baby.”

“Huh?”

Zeth mock-bit at her throat before pulling back to meet her
gaze, raising his eyebrows seductively and nodding at the head of the mattress.
“Trust me.”

Trust him? Did she even have the wiring for that?

He brushed his lips against hers in a sweet, almost-loving
kiss, and her world melted. God, she had that wiring plus some. Raegan
shuddered and obeyed.

Zeth grinned and kissed her again. “Good girl,” he murmured.
“My sweet, hot, tight Raegan.”

“I don’t…” Raegan’s teeth clenched, her grip tightening as
his thrusts grew harder. Her body still trembled from the last orgasm he’d
given her, and the sensation of him sliding in and out of her rubbed her nerves
raw. Her skin felt tender. Her body ached, but the burn was so good that she
couldn’t object. If he left her now, she was certain she would wake the dead
with her wail of protest. “I don’t… I can’t…”

“You can’t what, baby? Come again?” The leer stretching his
lips sent shivers across her skin. “I beg to differ.” His thrusts grew sharper
with every drive, his cock striking places within her increasingly sore body
that she didn’t know existed. And even as pleasure danced closer to that shady
area of pain, it felt too sweet to relinquish. She held him to her, her hips
battling his, wrestling to bruise him just as much as he bruised her. She
wanted him cross-eyed with pleasure. She wanted him so thoroughly covered with
her that he wanted nothing else. She wanted him so addicted to her that he’d
start convulsing if he ever withdrew his touch.

“Uhhh… I—”

“I love the way you feel around me. Squeezing me into
oblivion. I love feeling you come. You’re so wet and tight. Christ, you’re
amazing.” He brushed his lips along her jawline. “How’s it that I went so many
years without this? Without you around me? Without your warmth?”

A note that she’d never heard before sounded in his voice,
something naked and vulnerable, something startlingly pure. And the emotion
swirling in his eyes seemed enough to move continents.

“Is that…a question? Expect…answer?”

Zeth chuckled. “Forgot…your…pronouns there.”

She absolutely adored the way he only became breathless when
she did. The way his expression grew glossy. The way he swallowed her with
wonder. The longer they stayed together, the longer the spell lasted, the more
attached she grew to the man who had her in his bed. The man behind the mask
Zeth wore to guard himself, the man who had been peeking through the monster
all night, the man who had only truly emerged when she’d reached for him.

She’d reached for him, and something had changed. And Raegan
didn’t want it to go back to the way it had been, not for anything in the
world. Not now. Not after she’d experienced this.

Not after she’d experienced
Zeth
.

Things had changed so quickly she could barely keep up, and
though Raegan now rode euphoric highs that seemed to blink out the looming pain
of the past. As though none of what had happened to her, none of what she’d
seen, not even the agony of losing Natalie, could compare to the contrasting
emotions Zeth fed her with every sensuous grin. Every soft kiss. Every needy
jerk of his body.

Her earlier protestations seemed the construct of someone
else’s experience. The fear she hid behind, the protective blanket of distrust
she kept wrapped around her shoulders, seemed foolish and useless. Whatever
else, Zeth wasn’t Razor and Raegan wasn’t Natalie. Their story didn’t have to
have the same ending.

The promise of tomorrow felt so sweet right now, like a
dream from which she never wanted to awaken.

“You’re so warm,” he whispered again, his thrusts slowing in
ferocity. He smiled and nipped at her mouth, running his hands up the tender
undersides of her arms until his fingers curled around each wrist. “Gimme.”

It sounded like a demand. A soft demand, maybe, but a demand
nonetheless.

“You wanted my hands here,” she countered, sliding her left
foot down his leg. “I was just doing what you asked.”

“And I appreciate it, but I want your arms around my neck
now.” His lips fell over hers in a movingly soft kiss, and what little remained
of her resistance completely vanished. No way would she walk out of this room
unscathed. No way would she survive this with her heart intact.

And the more time she spent with Zeth, the more determined
she became to keep her memories. This time—right now—this belonged to her. And
no one could ever take it away from her.

“Ahhh,” Zeth purred, rolling them over again so that they
were on their sides, facing each other. “I never want to leave here.”

Never might seem like a long time, but somehow, she thought
she could deal. “Uhhh…”

He smiled, his lips finding hers again, hooking a hand under
her knee and lifting her leg over his thigh. “Never wanna leave you,” he
whispered. “Once O’Brien’s spell blows over, this ends, doesn’t it? You’ll
leave, and you’ll never wanna see me again.”

“No,” she argued, even as some minor part of her protested.
Maybe Zeth had her under his own spell. She didn’t know anymore.

“So no killing me after this? When did that happen?”

“I dunno,” she replied honestly. “That was…that was before…”

Zeth pressed his brow to hers, panting hard. “Before what,
baby?” His eyes fluttered shut, his cock pumping sweetly into her body.

“I don’t… I don’t know.” Raegan whimpered and caught her
lower lip between her teeth. The wet slide of his cock from her pussy drove her
mad, and she couldn’t imagine a sweeter descent. “I don’t… I just… I need…I
need…I need you.”

Zeth gasped and jerked to a stop, his widening gaze
swallowing her whole. It wasn’t the first time she’d said it, but things had
changed now. Her anger had dissipated. Only Zeth remained, and she needed him.

“You need me? You…”

“Zeth…”

“You’re not gonna leave once this…” He rolled her over
again, and his mouth engulfed one of her breasts. The sudden movement plunged
his cock deeper within her, and she tossed her head back with a loud yelp. Zeth
just purred and smiled around her flesh. “You’re not gonna leave,” he whispered
again, brushing a kiss against her nipple and raising his head to meet her
gaze, “once this is over?”

She couldn’t see herself going anywhere but right back to
his arms. “No.”

“No?”

“I… You… You claimed…me.”

Zeth glanced up sharply, freezing, his hand falling to
clutch her thigh as though to prevent himself from falling out of her in
astonishment. The fact that he needed balance when he was the one in control
made her shiver. And realize how
little
control he truly had. “Is that
why?” he demanded, his voice urgent and hoarse. “Is that why you’re… Why you
need
me? Because I
claimed
you?”

“No.” The word rolled off her lips before she could consider
the implications, but damn, she didn’t care anymore. She could easily blame
everything on the claim. On the fact that his overly zealous fangs had sliced
into her skin, on the fact that he’d whispered words that linked them together forever.
She could blame it on that. She could do it so easily.

But her feelings could not be attributed to the claim, no
matter how much she wished it otherwise. At the least, she hadn’t spawned new
feelings based on what he’d done. Her reading on claims, however limited,
promised her as much. Her emotions remained her own, perhaps clouded with
things she’d suppressed. Hell, things she’d denied since the moment she
realized what he was.

She wouldn’t leave. Not when Zeth’s gentle touch had done
more to make her feel like a woman than any man before him.

“No,” Raegan said again, her voice stronger. She inhaled
sharply and raised her hand to his astonished face, smiling softly as his cheek
fell into her waiting palm. He seemed too gorgeous for an evil thing. For
something that would kill her just as soon as look at her. And while his
bedside manner could definitely be categorized as
evil
—especially
knowing what his wicked tongue and even more wicked body were capable of—the
whole of him felt surprisingly gentle. She knew that now. She knew that just
from the way he looked at her. The way he talked to her. The way his hands
stroked her body.

“No?” Zeth whispered, rolling his hips. “It’s not because of
the claim?”

“No.” She smiled softly and raised her lips to his. It felt
difficult fighting back a moan at his taste. All night she’d not truly allowed
herself to revel in the sensual flavor of his mouth. The way his tongue
caressed her lips before becoming entangled in hers. The way he whimpered
against her skin. The way his kiss made her melt.

“Do you like me, Raegan?” he asked once their lips parted
and smirked at the shattered moan that ripped through her body. He rocked
against her again with renewed fervor. “You like what I do to you?”

“Oh God, yes,” she agreed breathlessly, moving frantically
beneath him, desperate to recapture his cock every time he slid away from her
pussy. She needed him inside her. Every time his hard length drove into her, he
subdued the heat splitting her apart but similarly provided more warmth than
she’d ever known. Soft warmth. Warmth that didn’t burn. Warmth that cushioned
the inevitable fall.

Zeth grinned. “You like the way I feel, baby? You like the
feel of me driving inside that hot, tight little cunt of yours?”

“Oh
God
!”

He grunted ineloquently, his thrusts accelerating. “That’s
not an answer.”

“Oh!” She blinked hard, her nails digging into his skin.
“Yes. Yes!”

The eager smile that stretched his lips infuriated her as
much as it turned her on. She wanted to kiss it right off his sinful mouth.
“You just love this, don’t you?” he snarled. He slammed into her, harsh breaths
bouncing off her flesh as his body strained closer to orgasm. “Wanna feel you
come around me again. Give that to me.”

“Zeth—”

“Come for me, Raegan.”

The scream that ripped from her throat could have shattered
glass. She trembled hard around him, her muscles clenching and the whole of her
spasming; her vision failed, and she felt conquered by the brightest darkness
she’d ever known. Zeth growled and mauled her into the mattress, his fangs
bursting through his gums and quickly finding the soft roundness of her breast.

The sensual, dangerous thrill of his bite sent her
spiraling.

“Mine!”

She loved that word. Maybe she’d get it tattooed somewhere.

“Yes. Yours.” Her fingers wove through Zeth’s hair, and she
shook when he shook. Her muscles were milking him for everything he was worth.
She absolutely loved the feel of him spilling inside her, and she wanted to
bask in the sensation as long as possible. “Yours, Zeth.”

Zeth glanced up dazedly, his mouth smeared with her blood
for the second time that night. “Raegan?”

She offered a smile, her vision blurring. Just another
erratic emotion to catalog in this increasingly bizarre night. She’d gone from
loathing his touch to crying when he came inside her, all in a matter of hours.
It felt a bit much to digest.

“Yours,” she whispered again, kissing his lips. “Yours.”

A strange emotion overtook his eyes. For a fleeting instant,
she thought he might cry. Instead he gasped and kissed her fervently, then
buried his face in her throat and lost himself in her embrace. “Raegan,” he
whimpered. “Oh, Raegan.”

She trembled, curling an arm under his shoulder, her other
hand remaining woven in his dark hair. He just whispered her name and
worshipped her skin with soft, reverent kisses.

She’d shaken him. Somehow she’d touched him where no one
ever had.

That knowledge left her completely lost, but somehow, she
didn’t mind.