Malakai (2 page)

Living in suburbia, Rissa did not get enough
nature time. This guy had been an excellent call. With luck, he'd
want to see her again, and again. And she could soak up nature
while she was here merely by breathing in the air. She needed it to
restore her waning energy. But more so, she needed this virile man.
It had been two weeks since she'd been with a man and her energy
level was so low she'd been glad he'd carried her to his truck.

Pulling her attention from outside the
window, Rissa inhaled Kai's masculine scent. Desire sparked with
every beat of her pulse, and before he could open the door, she
released her seatbelt and climbed onto his lap. He told her his
name when he'd put her in the truck—much as she hadn't wanted to
hear it.

"Don't you want to know my name, Malakai?"
She traced his lips with her tongue. "Rissa," she purred.

"Rissa," he repeated. The deep tone cemented
her name in the air, making it solid, claiming her in a way she'd
prefer he would not. "Just Rissa?"

"Do you need anything more?"

"Not tonight I don't."

She leaned in, as if to kiss him, but stopped
inches from his mouth. A lift of his brow lured her to dash out her
tongue across his lower lip. Wide, strong hands slid over her hips
and she straddled him, snuggling her groin against his hard abs as
she moved in, crushing her mouth to his.

She captured his agreeable moan in a kiss and
when he pulled her hips tight against his body she knew she'd won
him. Or maybe not. How to call a win when the man was obviously
horny? He'd probably screw anything he could get right about now,
because she instinctively knew he was wolf. Wolves needed sex the
night preceding the full moon in order to keep their werewolf at
bay. She wasn't stupid, and wouldn't allow herself to believe he
actually wanted her. He was in it purely for the sex, for its
energy and frenzied motion, for its heated friction and intense
release.

As was she. But she'd lay bets that she
probably needed the sex more than he did. Not something she was
willing to discuss with him though; it would destroy the mood.

Rissa licked down his neck to his hard, firm
chest, thankful he had not put on a shirt since leaving the
festival. Pinching his nipple elicited a rough growl from him. He
was an animal, and she liked to play with wild things.

"Be careful what you stir up," he said,
lifting her into his grasp and nudging the door open with an elbow.
"You might not be able to handle it."
"I want to handle all of
you," she said as he carried her toward the cabin, past a row of
lush crimson peonies that spilled across the cobbled path. He
kicked open the door.

He set her down just over the threshold.
Standing on tiptoe on the fieldstone floor, she grinded her hips
against his loins, causing his growing erection to harden like a
steel rod. The coins strung about her hips jangled sweetly. The
wolf's breathy moan played harmony to her gypsy tones.

"So," she said, "let's skip the niceties of
chatter and the obligatory offer of a before-sex drink, shall
we?"

"Way ahead of you, sugar."

Tossing her over his shoulder in a
'me-Tarzan' move, he tromped up a steel staircase. The stairs led
to a loft that overlooked an open floor plan of living area and
kitchen below. The wall stretching from living room up to the
cathedral-peaked ceiling was entirely windows, and moonlight played
across Kai's brutally handsome face as they landed in the only room
in the loft, a bedroom.

He dropped her on the king-size bed amidst a
tumble of feather pillows. Cedar walls perfumed the air, as did the
latent clove scent from an unlit candle on the nightstand.

An exquisite hunk of muscle and sex stood
over Rissa. The man's left brow arched devilishly as he looked down
upon her. Sexy. And appropriate, considering the left was always
associated with the sinister.

She sat up, tucking her legs to kneel on the
bed. She tugged in a corner of her lip with her teeth as Kai's
every movement flexed his exquisite physique. Beneath the
sun-browned skin, the muscles were defined, chiseled, and unreal. A
turn of his waist flexed the sinuous flesh. Most men would spend
hours daily in a gym to get such a ripped body. She knew it was his
wolf, and reached out to touch.

He sucked in a breath as her palm seared
against his abdomen. Hot there, and tight. Wanting breaths panted
against her fingers. He slapped a hand over hers and bent, drawing
her to him with a hand at the back of her head. His mouth devoured
hers in an urgent kiss that spoke of his need and promised her a
delirious trip through both pleasure and pain—if she got lucky.

"You taste like power," she said. "So
strong."

"Do you like that?"

"Oh yes. I watched you sword fight. You're
like someone who stepped forward from an ancient time when big and
virile warriors once walked the land. You handled that sword as if
you were born to it."

He tilted up her chin and demanded another
kiss. Quick, urgent, yet deep and lushly wet. He said, "Let's see
how well you handle my sword."

"Yes, please."

With but a shrug, the purple and red silk
floated down to settle at her knees. A flick of her fingers
released the coin belt in a
ching
. Unhooking the wings from
her arms, she slid them off and tossed them aside to land the floor
with a clatter.

Kai's breathing grew deeper as he leaned over
her, bending her backward and supporting her shoulders with one arm
behind them. Lashing his tongue to each of her nipples blazed
furious fire across her skin. Rissa wrapped her legs about his
hips. Suspended above the bed, she swung in his arms, a willing
passenger destined for his dangerous ride.

"Just you and me, Rissa. Skin on skin. Mouth
to mouth. Mmm…sword to sheath. But only for tonight. Then, never
again."

She didn't like that condition, even though,
rationally, she agreed completely. A one night stand? Yes, if she
was doing this to get off. But, no, if she meant to serve the
forces that commanded her very life. She needed sexual connection
with this man—frequently—or she would die.

A reply may invite discussion, so Rissa
remained silent.

Kai dropped her to the bed and pinned her
hands up by her head. His gray eyes fell softly upon her quivering
soul. She looked away from the delving gaze because it felt deep
and needy. Intrusive.

Reaching down, she tugged at the kilt, unsure
how to unwrap it from his hips. His sword awaited her touch.

"I've never seen you in town before," he
said, working the buckle on the leather belt about his hips.

"You've been too busy going through all the
other women. That much I learned from walking around the festival
and listening to the gossip about the sexy Irishman."

He buried his face against her stomach and
stroked her with his tongue hard and hungrily. "I'm not Irish, I'm
French. Just a role I play."

"Mmm…even better."

Rissa lifted her hips, coaxing his demanding
touch lower. He did not break contact, and his hot, wet tongue
dizzied her senses. Her core shimmered and clenched, pleading for
everything.

"You looked desperate for someone tonight,"
she gasped.

"Never desperate. Just…" He nipped at her
hip, his nose sliding lower, down her thigh. His shoulder-length
hair tickled the junction between hip and thigh. "I need this
tonight."

"I understand." But she wouldn't reveal she
knew he was wolf because then he'd have questions about how she
could know such a thing.

Rissa spread her legs wide and glided her
fingers down to tease at her folds. With a come-on crook of her
index finger, she hoped to lure him in. "You take, you gotta
give."

"Don't worry about that. I never take until I
give. That's just manners."

He nuzzled against her mons, the tip of his
tongue dancing across her clit in a surprising burst of heat that
swelled her sensitive skin to a humming, wanting bud.

"Mmm, you're sweet, sugar. I'm going to find
your core and make you sing."

Inside, she already sang with a giddy abandon
at having found such a willing male. And so eager to please! His
tongue entered her, then slicked about her sensitive folds,
teasing, marking, daring her to cry out.

Gripping her fingers in his thick hair, Rissa
tugged hard, and crushed her hips upward. He answered by feasting
upon her. It was too good, and too much and never too much, and so,
so right. Shoulders diving into the bed, and her breasts lifting
high, she felt his arm wrap across her back. Suddenly she was
lifted and he spun them off the bed and against the wall where her
spine and hips hit none too gently.

"Wrap those legs all around me," the wolf
growled as his biting kisses dove for the soft mounds of her
breasts. Alternating with suckling lashes, he honed her nipples to
adamant buds. Hips grinding against her body, he seared her with
the erection that felt like a fiery column of steel against her
sensitive skin.

Rissa wanted to grasp that wicked sword of
his, to squeeze it tightly and direct him inside her. Despite her
frenzied heartbeats and gasping breaths, she squealed with delight
as he lifted her higher against the wall to again press his face
against the apex of her thighs and devour her humming core with
greedy kisses and punishing licks.

Hunks of his hair squeezed in her fingers,
she moaned long and loud as the first waves of imminent orgasm
shook her body and her muscles tensed then released, and then
tensed again.

"Come for me," he commanded. "Show me how
much you like what I'm doing."

Easy enough to comply when her mind had
tripped over the edge and her entire body hummed with ecstatic
pleasure. Rissa cried out as she gripped Kai's hair and rode him
through the long and explosive climax.

And when he lowered her by sliding her down
against his body into a big, sweaty hug, she tilted her head
against his broad shoulder and pressed a palm to his thundering
chest.

"My turn," she said, huffing and exhaling
heavy sighs of pleasure. Dropping her feet to the floor, she shoved
his chest and he landed on the bed, the kilt flying high over his
stomach. His erection sprang up straight and proud, thick and red,
fiercely begging her attention.

Rissa climbed over his legs and kissed the
swollen head of his gorgeous manhood before lunging up to kiss each
of his tiny pebbled nipples. "Time to make the wo—er,
big
boy
howl."

Working her way down his chest, brushed with
dark hairs, she licked and twisted her tongue across his skin,
tasting, tempting, and teasing him with all she had. Wiggling her
hips dusted her mons across his hard cock and he growled, teeth
gritted, and gripped her arms.

"On top of me," he commanded. "Now."

Rising onto her knees, she moved over the
siege perilous. Holy Grail, indeed.

With his hands, he coaxed her hips down, and
said tightly, "Need to be…inside you."

She had him positioned where she preferred to
have her men: Beneath her, out of control, and barely holding on.
Lowering over him gently, she teased at allowing him entrance, but
when the thick, swollen head of him nudged into her moistness, she
pulled up, and eyed his reaction. His fingers at her arms were
none-to-gentle and his jaw pulsed with each raspy growl of
hunger.

Of a sudden, her body flipped in the air, and
she landed on the pillows with an exhilarated giggle. Kai drew up
her leg and hooked it over his shoulder, and then her other, making
it difficult for her to squiggle away. He lifted her hips high and
as he knelt, slowly drew her onto his weapon.

Controlled by the powerful wolf, he could
toss her about like a doll, yet he was focused on what he wanted,
gliding in and out of her, tugging, pulling and pushing. Filling
her with immense heat. He moved slowly, pacing himself, and then
would pull completely out to rub the head of his cock against her
clit. Felt like molten lava purling over her skin.

"Like that." Rissa twisted and cooed,
reaching and only managing to touch his forearms, so tight and hard
with muscle. "Burn me, wolf."

"You're so tight I can't stand it any
longer." Ramming deep within her, he slammed his hips against her
thighs, using her as he needed, and giving her the sweetest taste
of angryneedsex she'd ever wanted to know.

When Kai cried out in climax, his voice was
strafed with a wolfish tone, a near howl that called down the
moonlight through the windows and glittered like Faery finery
across their dewy flesh. The gasping wolf collapsed heavily on
Rissa, his hard chest crushing her soft bosom.

"Fuck yeah," he muttered aside her ear. "This
night is just getting started, sugar cube."

Kai rolled over in bed and spread his hand
over the warmth of—no body beside him! He sat up on his elbows,
scanning the room. Sun beamed across his back through the all-glass
wall. He'd slept later than usual. Sunrise usually found him in the
creek. About a quarter mile south the waters deepened enough for
him to swim.

All about him, he could smell Rissa. That
sweet, sex/sugar scent of her had embedded in his pores.

Twisting, he scanned below to see if she'd
gone down to make them breakfast. The kitchen was empty. Listening
intently with eyes closed, he determined he was the only one in the
house.

Why would she leave after the incredible
night they'd shared? he wondered with uncharacteristic
disappointment. Despite his teasing warning, he'd not broken her.
And she hadn't once begged him to stop. Every move he made, she'd
matched him, and then challenged him to try something else. He'd
never gone all night with a mortal woman like he had with
Rissa.

And he wanted more.

Yeah, but you know it was a one time thing.
Always was, because they never came back. Let it go.