Savage Hunger: Savage, Book 1 (19 page)

Her knees must’ve given out, because she was suddenly out of the water as Warrick lifted her up into his arms again.
 

He waded them toward the riverbank, before gently laying her down on a patch of grass just past it.

He knelt between her legs, his face in shadows. His silhouette blocked out the warm summer sun, making him seem larger and more intense. Tingles of sensation slid through her body and she struggled to breathe.

“I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long,” Warrick confessed huskily as he slid one large hand over her lower belly. “Naked and hungering for my touch.”

Her throat tightened with emotion. “If you stop this time—”

“I can’t fucking stop.” He slid down so he was almost lying between her thighs. His lips brushed her hip. “I’d just as soon cut off my balls, Sienna.”

The sharpness of her relief mingled with amusement, and her stomach bounced with a silent laugh. “Well now, that would just ruin everything.”

“My thoughts exactly.” He exhaled in a huge rush of air against her lower abdomen.

The momentary lightness in the atmosphere faded as Warrick slipped a hand between her legs.

“Sienna, baby,” he muttered thickly. “Oh God, you’re so warm. So soft.”

She couldn’t answer, dared not move, just waited for him to touch her deeper. Her sex clenched with the need and her breath came out in short little puffs.

He traced her folds, dipping into her crease just enough to drive her mad. He teased and tortured with his featherlight touch, until she whimpered and uttered the husky pleas she’d tried not to let escape.

He let out a low growl of triumph as he slid a finger deeper inside her. Sienna came almost immediately. Her body clenched around him and a sob of pleasure fled her lips as she trembled through the small, yet significant release.

Amazing.
Sienna’s head still spun and pleasure continued to rock through her body. But he wasn’t done. The brush of his lips between her legs had her hips rising from the ground and a startled cry fleeing her lips.

“Warrick…”

“I need to taste you again, baby,” he murmured, before sliding his tongue past the folds of her sex.

Her fingers dug into the grass, squeezing fistfuls and ripping them from the earth as she gave herself over to the exquisiteness of the moment. Last night when he’d done this to her, the pleasure had been so intense she’d nearly shattered into a billion miniscule pieces. And now he was going to do it again.

She writhed against the wet friction of his tongue sliding over her. Into her. And then he homed in her sweet spot. Sucking and licking it endlessly, until she felt the rush of another orgasm climbing.

When she finally peaked, her sob of pleasure was carried away with the sounds of the river. Tears from the intensity of her climax continued to spill down her cheeks as she reached blindly for him, wanting to touch him the same way he’d touched her. But he stilled her hands, pressing them back down into the grass.

“I can’t wait anymore, Sienna,” he rasped. “I need you. Now.”

He moved to brace himself above her, settling between her thighs. The hard brush of his thick cock against her sex had every muscle in her body tightening with anticipation.

He caught her lips again in a deep, searing kiss as he eased inside her. Her heart swelled with emotion and the ache to join with him grew.
She was ready.
Sienna closed her eyes and waited, anticipating the moment she’d dreamt of for years.

But then he thrust deep and she was reminded, though her heart was ready, her body was a little behind the game.

Warrick froze. The shocking tightness of Sienna’s body combined with her stifled cry of pain registering at once.

It couldn’t be possible.

He tore his mouth from hers. “Sienna. Are you…?”

Her face was tight with discomfort, but was beginning to turn pink with embarrassment. “Please don’t stop, Warrick.”

A virgin.

A thousand thoughts slammed into his head at once. All the things she’d said to him. Taunts of her experience with men. How sex could be casual. How she could sleep with any man she wanted.

Sienna had still been a virgin
.

“Warrick,” she pleaded, her thighs tightening around his hips. “Please, I’m not going to break. I didn’t want you to know.”

“Didn’t want me to know?” he muttered thickly.

Even as the slick walls of her channel gripped his dick like a silky, gloved fist, he struggled to believe that he was the first man to be inside her body. Jesus. The mind-blowing discovery had his chest expanding with dismay.

She was just as innocent today as she had been at eighteen. Or she had been until he’d taken that innocence just moments ago. Braced above her, he stared down into her vulnerable expression. Beyond the passion, there was steadfast trust there and a silent plea that he not stop.

“Please, Warrick,” she said softly and reached up to cup his cheek. “I want this. I’ve always wanted this.”

Her words erased any doubts that were surfacing.

Mine.

He tried to fight it, tried to go slowly to let her adjust to him. But the intensity of the pleasure shoved at his dismay and guilt, bringing to the forefront only his need to drive into her and find release of his own. Calling his primal side dangerously close to the surface. She moved her hands to his shoulders and began to move, bringing him deeper.

So tight. Hot.

Grinding his teeth together, he shook his head. “Sienna, slow down, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” Though it was probably way too fucking late for that.

“I don’t want to slow down. Just take me. However you want,” she gasped. “The way we both want.”

Yes, take her. She’s yours.
The animal inside him clawed toward the surface. Demanding he claim his woman. Fast. Hard.

His control snapped. With a savage groan, he gripped her hips and plunged into her again. Sinking deep into her tight, silky sheath.

Her nails dug into his back and her inner muscles gripped him. The sharp cries of pleasure she made were like a symphony to his senses as he moved inside her. Driving him, and carrying him on a wave of sensation and need. The desire to find his release and bring her to hers. And to claim Sienna completely.

Shit.
His canines slid down, piercing against the lip he immediately curled to hide them. This had never happened during sex, and it was only by some miracle he managed to keep a small shred of sanity and not lower his head and bury the teeth into Sienna’s neck. Marking her as his in a move that would’ve bound her to him forever.

Fortunately she didn’t notice the wolf struggling to come out in him. She was so ensconced in her own pleasure. Her head was thrown back and her eyes closed as she matched his rhythm. Their bodies moving together as they moved toward their nirvana.

He thrust to the hilt and brought them both there. Hurtling past the threshold of passion and trembling in an aftermath of their release.

It seemed like minutes passed before he dragged in a needed breath and became aware of the world around them. The sound of birds off in the distance, the river running beside them, and the cool grass his hands were buried in to hold himself up.

With a low groan, he lowered his body onto Sienna’s, needing to feel them flush together for just a moment. She made a sigh of contentment and traced her fingers up and down his spine.

Warrick closed his eyes as another shudder of pleasure rocketed through him. Damn, but it felt good to be with Sienna like this. With the softness of her subtle curves beneath him and his cock still inside her. Not to mention the uneven, ragged breaths she kept sucking in as she recovered from her climax.

“That was so much better than I ever fantasized it would be.”

Warrick flinched at her words. At the reminder of how inexperienced she’d been. He gave a small shake of his head. Dammit, he hadn’t even thought it a possibility. After all her little taunting comments. The way she flirted and kissed him so skillfully. It didn’t even seem fathomable.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Sienna?”

Chapter Twelve

“Tell you what?”

His lips curled into a derisive smile. He didn’t buy the innocent response even a little bit. And he let his silence show that. Staring down into her pale blue gaze, he saw the guilt flicker there before she glanced away.

“I just…I thought you might not make love to me if you knew, Warrick. Not that I didn’t like what you did last night, but I wanted more. I didn’t think you’d ever give me more.”

“You’d have been right.”

It would’ve given him another reason to stay the fuck away from Sienna Peters. Sister of one of his good friends and his colleague’s daughter.
Shit.
A momentary lapse in sanity and he’d made love to the one girl he’d told himself he could never have. And worse, he’d been stupid enough to think she’d be all right with it being just a one-time thing.

A virgin. She’d been a virgin.

He’d been her first. An unwanted, blinding thrill of pleasure—of possessiveness swept through him. He wanted to deny it, but it was there and it was fierce.

“You’re way overthinking this, Warrick.” Her words held an edge to them. A warning.

“Am I really?” He gave a harsh laugh and lifted himself off her. “Do you want to tell me what else you’ve been lying about?”

“Look, I never lied to you about being a virgin, Warrick,” she said with exasperation now. “Maybe I didn’t tell you, but so what?” She stood and brushed a few strands of grass from her legs. “It shouldn’t make one bit of a difference whether you were my first of fiftieth, Warrick. It’s just sex. Really, penetration, if we’re going to be technical.”

Didn’t make a difference? A snarl of incredulity rose in his throat. Was she fucking delusional? “Oh, now that’s where you’re wrong, baby.”

It made all the difference. It meant he couldn’t look at her without knowing he’d been the only man inside her sweet body. Without suspecting he was the only man who’d made her come so hard that she’d had tears in her eyes. Without remembering the breathy way his name spilled from her lips when he’d been riding her and she’d been begging for more.

He felt himself harden again and swore. He’d thought one time would be enough. Had been stupid enough to take her—without precautions—on the riverbank, he’d been so mindless with desire.

“I’m not wrong,” she argued and retrieved her clothes, tugging them back on. “And while we’re on the subject, let me just say this. You don’t need to worry that I have expectations, Warrick. From the beginning I knew the rules.”

“And what rules were those?” He arched a brow, trying not to focus on all the delectable parts of her that she was busy covering up again.

“I knew this was going to be a one-time thing.” She pulled a rubber band off her wrist and fixed her hair into a ponytail. “I suppose I should even thank you. Now I don’t have to worry about the next guy I sleep with going all weird because I’d
never gotten laid before
.”

Warrick’s vision reddened and a roar that was all wolf rose in his throat. “The next guy you sleep with?” Her words and the image they evoked were not settling well. “So that’s it? One time is good for you? What the hell, Sienna? Have you just been holding out for me to break you in since that night back in high school when you tried to seduce me?”

Sienna’s choked gasp hit his ears about the same time her palm did his cheek. It probably hurt her more than him, because she winced and immediately clutched her wrist.

“Break me in?” she seethed, shaking her head. “You’re a real bastard sometimes, you know that, Warrick?”

Warrick slowly rotated his jaw and counted to ten to ease his temper. He knew he’d deserved the slap—it was completely out of line for him to say something so crass and cutting—but it did little to erase the need to jerk her back into his arms and show her how quickly he could have her begging for him to take her again.

He slid his gaze over her slender, trembling form. Her face was taut and pale, her arms folded defensively across her chest now. He’d hurt her with his comment, and regret slid through him. But he couldn’t seem to force out an apology.

“Of course I didn’t hold out in hopes you’d be my first. God, where the hell does your ego end?” She gave him a dirty look that clearly showed she was still pissed. “I’ve messed around with other guys. I almost had sex with one, but it just didn’t feel right so I stopped. You know I’m not one to do anything half-assed. That includes sex.”

“But it felt right with me,” he said gruffly, not sure why the idea both pleased and terrified him.

She didn’t reply, just looked away with another scowl.

“I didn’t use protection. What if you get pregnant?” he voiced the fear that’d been running in the back of his mind since he’d come to his senses.

Still holding her wounded hand, her expression turned skeptical. “Is it even possible for a human to get pregnant with a shifter’s child?”

“Of course it is. The process of conception doesn’t change with us, Sienna. The child is just born with dormant genes. Though they’re part shifter, have some characteristics, they don’t have the ability to shift.”