Kraven (VLG Series Book 2) (8 page)

The blunt, thick tip of his shaft nudged her pussy, slid in the wetness of her desire. Kraven growled softly before he pressed his cock against the opening of her sex. She tried to relax but it didn’t seem to help much when the broad crown tried to gain entry. The sensation of being stretched, parted, had Bat crying out in pleasure.

He paused just inside her, gave her seconds to adjust, before he released his cock to grab her hair again. He pulled her up into a sitting position by her hair but not roughly enough to hurt. Kraven’s hot breath teased her ear when he leaned forward, but he kept his chest from touching her back. He left their bodies separated enough not to allow her to feel his hard body anywhere but under her legs, the arm securing her in place, and where they were connected by his cock.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped. “I hope I don’t break you but I’m too out of control to give you much more than this.”

She didn’t know what he meant but before she could ask, his arm tightened to draw her closer, until her back came up against his chest. His cock filled her deeper with the sudden move, forcing her to gasp from the excess of sensations that assailed her.

His cock felt as hard as steel inside her, her vaginal walls clamped around his thick shaft. She knew the meaning of impalement for the first time in her life. He breathed in short, ragged breaths, another snarl coming from his parted lips, and then he started to rock his hips. Her nails dug into his skin.

She couldn’t move, her legs were parted, spread, and her feet didn’t touch the ground. He didn’t have that problem. He moved in short, hard thrusts, with Bat pinned on his lap. He delved his hand between her thighs until his fingers found her clit. He began to strum it furiously with a fingertip.

Bat moaned loudly, could only get lost in the pleasure of his pounding cock and the ecstasy his finger drew from each rub against the sensitive nerve bundle of her swollen clit. She turned her head into his throat, his scent filling her nose as she panted, and every growl he uttered seemed to draw her closer to climax.

Her walls tightened to the point that Bat wondered if she’d really break. She knew he fought to move inside her, regardless of how slick her need had become, drenching them where they were connected.

“Oh God,” she panted. “Kraven!”

He snarled in response and bucked furiously under her, his arm squeezing her hips so tight she knew she’d have bruises, but she didn’t care when the first explosion rocked through her brain as she started to come. Her mouth parted, she pressed her lips to his skin and cried out against him.

White-hot rapture gripped her, her back arched against his chest, and she knew her teeth sank into him just a little when she tried to muffle her screams of ecstasy. Kraven tucked his head against hers rather than jerk away, until he threw it back, his body quaking violently, and he started to come inside her.

Bat cried out over and over again, the sounds softer with every hot blast of his semen filling her as he slowed his pumping hips, dragging out his release. She’d never felt anything similar to what she’d just experienced when any other guy had come. His cock seemed to throb, pulse, and flex inside her. More heat flooded her and she shivered from the pressure when he shot again. It didn’t stop until they were both left completely out of breath.

Her eyes were closed…she realized she tasted something irony on her tongue. Her vaginal walls trembled with an after-jolt of her climax and Kraven eased his hold around her body. His fingertip, still pressed against her clit, finally pulled away. She instantly missed his touch.

“Are you all right?” His gruff voice came out soft.

Bat opened her eyes. Kraven’s face nearly touched hers. Even when she sat on his lap, the guy was taller. She wanted to tilt her head a little and kiss him. His blue gaze studied her until a frown pulled his lips just slightly downward.

“Did I hurt you?” Concern laced his voice.

She had to lick her lips. “You’re big but I survived.”
Blew my damn mind, just gave me my first screaming orgasm, and I probably won’t walk right for at least two days because you’re a stallion
, she added silently. Her gaze flicked to something red on his neck that caused her to gasp. “I bit you!”

He turned his head more toward her to hide the side of his neck. “Don’t worry about it. You barely broke skin. I appreciate you biting into me rather than scaring off all the wildlife for a good mile.”

Bat’s heart rate slowed to a more normal rhythm while her body relaxed on top of his lap. She could feel him soften slightly inside her but not by much. Embarrassment came next. She’d bitten the guy, had drawn blood, and when she looked down where her hands still clasped the arm around her waist, she spotted
more
blood. Her nails had literally dug into his skin. The ragged crescent shapes on his arm welled red from the fresh injuries.

“
Damn
. I’m sorry.”

“Good thing you weren’t facing me.” He cleared his throat. “You’d probably have torn my back up.”

Bat always hated the part right after sex. She hadn’t had much time for boyfriends, had sworn them off after an especially disastrous attempt. Her only sexual encounters since, though far and few between, had been one-night stands. This situation wasn’t exactly a typical one, inside a hotel bed where they could roll away from each other to pretend to sleep until she could sneak out, or just part ways as soon as they dressed, never to see each other again.

Then another thought struck.

“Oh hell.”

“What?” His voice deepened. “Did I hurt you? Are you in pain? I took you too rough, didn’t I? You’re so damn tight.”

“We didn’t use a condom.” She wanted to kick her own ass. “I’m on the shot and have a clean bill of health.” Hope flared. “You’re not by any chance under the regular care of a doctor who’s tested you for sexually transmitted diseases, are you? I can’t believe I took such a stupid risk! I know better.”

He growled low, irritation flashed in his blue eyes, and his arm tightened around her waist as his legs slammed together. He lifted her off him, separated their bodies in a way that made Bat flinch at the briskness of it, and put her bare ass on the rock next to him. She clenched her teeth when cold but smooth stone chilled her butt.

“I don’t have any diseases. Is that what you think? I’m some asshole who would have one, yet knowingly take you bareback to expose you to it?”

Her lips parted. “I didn’t mean it that way. But you would be surprised at the depraved shit people are capable of doing. I had one client who purposely had sex with women when he knew he had HIV. He figured they deserved it if they didn’t make him wear a condom.” She hesitated. “I urged him to take a plea bargain and he did. He was scum who deserved to serve time.”

He shot to his feet. He kept his back to her while he tucked himself and his shirt back into his jeans and buckled his skull belt.

Bat trembled a little but got to her own feet. She had to shove her skirt down her legs, the material wedged above her hips where Kraven had shoved it, and her knees wobbled slightly. She ached between her thighs enough to know she’d been right. She would be a little sore for days. Their shared passion dampened her thighs and she winced; her gaze studied the ground until she spotted her discarded underwear, and bent to retrieve them. She hesitated, not seeing a choice, and used them to clean up as best she could. They afforded little help in that department but it wasn’t as if she had napkins, tissues, or anything else to use.

“Give them to me. I’ll wash them in the river and they should dry fast if I squeeze out the water. They’re thin enough, it shouldn’t take long.” He held out a hand.

She hated the blush that heated her cheeks when she dropped the waded material into his outstretched palm. He fisted her panties and shoved them inside the back pocket of his jeans.

“We should get back to camp.” He met her gaze, a grim look on his face. “I’ll eat before we need to start moving again.”

Kraven yanked his leather jacket off a smaller rock and put it back on. He pulled up the collar to his throat. She figured it was his attempt to hide the mark she’d left on him. It irritated her. That was a player move, only there were no other potential women around to hide it from.

She’d just nailed a lunatic playboy sort.
Yeah, I can sure pick them.
She sighed.

“What’s wrong?” He stared at her a little too intensely for her comfort.

The color of his eyes seemed to darken. She knew it had to be just a trick from the light. The sun had sunk low enough in the sky to explain it away; it wasn’t possible otherwise. “Nothing.”

“Do you want me to carry you or can you walk?” He glanced down at her bare feet. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

The offer made her opinion of him soften just a tiny bit. He might be a player but he seemed concerned about her, even after getting what he wanted. That was new. “I can walk. I don’t enjoy being thrown over your shoulder and now I have to be careful not to flash my goods.”

He grinned. “I don’t wear underwear. You’ll survive.”

“You’re not wearing a skirt.” She tore her gaze from his to carefully watch the ground, to avoid stepping on anything sharp.

He suddenly invaded her personal space and she halted, her chin rising. He cupped her face with his hands. They stared at each other for what seemed a long time. His thumbs slid down her throat, gently caressing her.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

His gaze narrowed.

She licked her lips. She understood that he was asking why she’d hit on him, and even sympathized with the confusion he had to be feeling. She was experiencing it herself. No one had ever made her madder, yet hotter, than Kraven. She breathed in his masculine scent, her body responding again, and she fought the urge to climb the guy to get closer.

“Concussion? Maybe I’ve lost my mind.”

One hand released her to trail down her throat, over her shoulder, and lowered to her waist. His big hand curved there, holding her. “Maybe not. Your Lycan blood is dominant. You’ve probably never been near a male Lycan and your body must really yearn for mine.”

She closed her eyes and jerked her face out of his hold. “Right. God, what was I thinking?” She opened her eyes to stare at him sadly. “I so wish you weren’t a nutjob.”

He yanked her tight against his tense body; the hand on her hip dove lower and he grabbed her ass. His other hand cupped the other side, both palms gripping her through her skirt, and his face buried in her neck.

“You want proof?” He growled low and his mouth opened against her throat. “Explain this, Hellion.”

He nipped her throat, growled again, and Bat clutched at him. He kneaded her ass, grinding his body against hers. His hot, wet tongue teased her skin. Desire shot through her at an alarming rate. Sweat broke out all over her body and she moaned. Her fingers gripped his short hair. She ignored the feel of the gel he had to use to make those spikes that weren’t really styled anymore, more of a wild mess on his head, yet still made him appear sexy.

He bit her skin, the sharp nip of pain making her cry out. She could feel damp desire on her thighs. Her nipples tightened, ached, and her belly had funny butterfly feelings fluttering there. He lifted her to her tiptoes, bent his knees, and his hard cock rubbed against the cradle of her thighs through their clothes.

“Kraven,” she begged, lifting her leg. She hooked it around the back of his thigh and tightened her arms, trying to pull him even closer.

His mouth left her skin and he lifted his head. She stared deeply into his sexy eyes. Passion flushed his handsome face and his lips pressed together tightly into a near frown.

His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed hard, turned his head away, tucking it to hide his features, and took a deep breath. His voice came out so deep it didn’t sound human as he spoke.

“Damn. I shouldn’t have done that. I could throw you on the ground to fuck you and you’d let me. You’d want it as much as I do.” He cleared his throat, took a few deep breaths, and then glared at her. “I bet that pisses you off. You’re a hotshot attorney and I’m just some crazy bastard. Explain to me how I can do this to you. Take a deep breath, Hellion. It will only make you want me more. Your scent drives me insane. I’d drop to my knees and fuck you for days in every way imaginable if I had the time. We’d go at it like two animals. My Lycan side attracts yours. No
human
would turn you on this much.”

She released his hair but couldn’t pull away from him. She’d love to tell him he was full of shit but she couldn’t deny the truth. She’d let him do anything he wanted at that moment. She hurt for him again, wanted him more than her next breath. She didn’t understand why. No guy had ever affected her the way Kraven did.

“Let go,” he ordered.

She didn’t want to but finally dropped her leg. It took real effort to force her arms to lower from around his neck. He pulled back as he eased her onto her feet, releasing her ass. She fought the urge to throw her body back against his.

Something was seriously wrong with her. She should slap him, yell, tell him he was full of shit…but he hadn’t lied. She not only would agree to him taking her on the ground, she wanted to find out what his imagination could come up with and how many ways he could think of to fuck her.