Wilde Heart (Wilde Women Book 2) (48 page)

Next time he’d make her come like this so his tongue could have the pleasure of riding out her orgasm. But this time? This time he wanted his cock buried deep inside her when she shattered. It was his right. Moments like this didn’t come around every day.

Sitting back on his haunches between her open legs, he blindly ripped open the box of condoms and made quick work of sheathing his throbbing cock while never taking his eyes off her glistening slit.

Tunneling his hands beneath her bottom as he lifted her into position for his possession, he heard her whimper and remembered her well-spanked ass. Her arms flung wide and she gripped the sheets, sending him a clear signal that he needed to be more careful.

Control quickly slipping away, he urged her to turn over until he had her on her knees, her bright red ass presented to him.

“Wider, Rhiann,” he demanded. “Knees wider and keep your chest down on the bed.”

He watched with primitive satisfaction as his woman readied for him. Canting her hips and widening her knees, she wiggled her magnificent ass in invitation.

With two fingers, he reached between her legs, massaged her clit while he leaned forward and kissed each butt cheek. Her soft whimper pushed him over the edge. She’d never be more ready than she was at this moment.

Grabbing her hips, he told her one last time, “Stay down, baby,” then guided his pulsing staff to her opening.

With his thighs pressed to the backs of hers, he pulled her back by the hips and lunged forward at the same time.

She cried out and clawed the bed as his cock sank into her heated depths. Aw, god—she was so tight and so wet he couldn’t stop from withdrawing all the way and slamming home again.

Should he have given her time to adjust to the manly invasion? Probably. Only thing was that the ravenous beast inside him, only ever awakened by Rhiann, was in its glory—roaring and grunting his pleasure with each mighty thrust.

Soon, her cries turned to moans. Then the moans turned to earthy grunts. And before long, she was thrusting back onto each forward lunge, chest firmly on the bed, and her back in a perfect curve that gave him the deepest access.

He watched, transfixed, as his cock sank into her quivering body. With the fragrant evidence of sweet arousal leaking from her glorious pussy, he thrust and ground himself balls deep.

When he felt his orgasm building in every fiber of his being, Liam reached for her clit, felt his cock sliding in and out of her sexy body, and slowly rolled the juicy nub between his fingers.

She shattered with such force that her pussy convulsed violently, squeezing his cock so strongly that he was crying out.

“Oh fuck! Rhiann,” he roared, slamming into her again and again.

She let out a fierce yell that was so primitive, he lost control right then and there. Growling, grunting, and crying out, they crashed headlong into a mutual orgasm that was so wild and complete it deserved its own page, or at least a footnote, in the chronicles of human fucking.

I
T WAS EITHER LATE OR early depending on your point of view when Rhiann stirred and slowly came awake. Starting to stretch while still cocooned in the warmth of the covers, she quickly winced and stopped what she was doing when every muscle in her body quivered.

Her mind’s eye flashed with the image of Liam going at her from behind. She thought about why that position had become necessary. Immediately, her body diagnostic revealed a still-tingling bottom.

Without conscious effort, her memory unleashed the hilarious moment when she’d discovered her sister, Brynn, with a very distinctive handprint visible on her bottom
. Humph.
It seemed the Wilde sisters got off on a bit of heavy-handed alpha spanking. She wondered if someday she’d find Charlie sporting a pink bottom, as well.

Speaking of heavy-handed alphas, she cracked open an eye and turned to look at Liam. Finding him fast asleep in the bed next to her, she almost jumped up and did a victory dance of delight.

Turning to her side offered a bit of relief for her poor bottom and gave her a chance to lay there quietly, hands tucked beneath her head, knees drawn up—while she stared at the beautiful man by her side.

With everything swirling around them still being about as fucked up as it could get, she was happy that at least this part of things were settled. He was in her bed where he damn well belonged, and she be damned if she’d let him get away from her ever again.

Almost eight years, an ocean of tears, and a cascade of truths and secrets that were now water under the bridge was enough, thanks. He’d cried when telling her about his unhappy entrance into the world and the long angry years that came after. She admitted to leading a double life. None of that—absolutely none of that mattered now that they found their way back to each other.

Not even crazy motherfucking Kim Icewater-in-her-Veins Walsh could come between them now. She’d kick some serious ass if anyone so much as tried.

Not that he’d ever allow that, either. She’d seen the look of undisguised pleasure and macho chest thumping satisfaction on his face when she’d confessed to being a one-man woman. Now that he knew, she didn’t doubt he’d move heaven and earth to keep it that way.

Alphas.
So possessive,
she thought with a smile. Damn, but it was good to be on the receiving end of that emotion. Belonging to Liam Ashforth had been her secret desire all these years, and she intended to enjoy the living shit out of his controlling ways. Spankings and all.

Her bladder, though, voted with an urgent call to creep quietly from the big bed and sent her scurrying for the bathroom. When her bare bottom hit the cold toilet seat, she groaned from the cooling sensation and the stinging ache of Mr. Bad Boy’s sexy punishment.

When she was finished, Rhiann turned on the water in the sink, washed her hands, and set about splashing water on her face for a quick refresh. Straightening, with water dripping down her chest, she literally stuttered to a halt from what she found in the mirror.

Oh, my, my,
she wondered silently. So that was what an alpha’s teeth marks looked like. Everywhere, love bites were scattered across her chest. And her neck?
Shit.
Looked like she’d been mauled. Or branded. Or both.

Sighing dreamily, because it was impossible not to take delight in every single mark he’d left on her flesh, Rhiann went in search of the robe she’d stripped off earlier.

Slipping it on, she tied the sash and stood silently at the foot of the bed to drink in the sleeping giant who took up more than half the mattress and most of the covers.

A quick glance at the bedside clock confirmed the time. Which did 4:15 AM qualify for? Late night or early morning?

Awake, and very much aware that a replay of their provocative coupling was what she really wanted, Rhiann could see that wasn’t going to happen. Not at the moment anyway, so she’d just have to do the next best thing. Write.

Oh, this was good, really good, she snickered, about ninety minutes later. Hunched over her laptop, earbuds in while she listened to some calming spa music, her fingers moved rapidly on the keyboard.

Had enough yet, darlin’? Ready to admit what you did was wrong?

I’m sorry, she sniffed. Sorry, I said what I did, but . . .

There are no buts.

Whack! His open hand landed on her bare ass. Whack again, and again, until biting her lip to keep from crying out, she felt tears rolling down her cheeks.

Look at me, he demanded gruffly. Why are you crying? Is it because you want me to stop or because you know you were wrong and just won’t say so.

I . . . I, she mumbled. I don’t want you to stop.

She was a trembling mess, but she couldn’t remember if she’d ever been this turned on before.

And?

I was wrong, she admitted sullenly, sure that he’d make her stand up now.

His big hand caressed her ass, squeezing each inflamed cheek until she groaned out loud.

That was because you have a smart mouth. This is because a good spanking reminds you who’s in charge.

Whack!

Two hands slid over her shoulders and wrapped gently around her neck. Rhiann tilted her head back and looked up into Liam’s steely gaze. She’d been so lost in the scene she was writing that she hadn’t heard his approach. Not that she would have anyway. Not her stealthy jungle cat and especially not since she had her earbuds in.

How long had he been standing there? Had he been reading what she wrote? A fast blush crept up her chest and heated her cheeks.

If his hooded expression was any indication, he most certainly had. With a gentle tightening of his hands, he caressed her neck—then slid one hand into the opening of her robe to fondle a breast.

Her mouth opened on a shallow gasp when he tugged her nipple. Releasing his grip on her neck, he reached out, hit save, and pushed the laptop closed. Still rolling and pinching her sensitive nipple, her pulled out the earbuds then quickly stooped and sucked one of her earlobes into his mouth.

She reached up and wrapped a hand around his nape then speared her fingers across the back of his head.

“Does your bottom still hurt?”

“A little,” she murmured as she stared at his mouth and tried to wish it on to hers.

“Too much to take it for a ride?”

A ride? What was he talking about? Rhiann frowned and tried to figure out what was on his mind when he switched to the other breast. Groaning, she sighed, “Kiss me,” as he lowered to her mouth.

Just before their lips touched, he murmured, “Fuck me.”

Then he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her until she was shaking and clutching at his head.

Swinging her around, Liam pulled Rhiann from the chair, their mouths still fused together. Tearing off her robe, it fell to the floor as he pulled her against his naked body. Knowing Roman might walk up the stairs at any moment, no matter how unlikely that actually was at this early hour, shook her up.

When he scooped her up by her ass, she winced at the contact but spread her legs and wrapped them securely around his hips. Wasting no time, Liam casually walked with her plastered to his front, both of them gloriously naked, and headed back to the bedroom.

Dropping on the bed, he took the brunt of the fall with her landing astride him. When she got the gist of what he meant by going for a ride, she hurriedly reached for a condom, ripped the foil packet open with shaking hands and lovingly rolled it down his hardened staff.

“Help me,” she whimpered and he did, lifting her up while guiding his cock into position. As she lowered onto him, he arched slightly and groaned. Well pleased once she managed to take all of him, she rolled her hips as a test, moaned aloud when the fullness stole her breath and simply let instinct take over.

Much later after riding them both to a thundering climax, she collapsed on his chest while he slowly stroked her back and caressed her still quivering bottom.

“You ride beautifully, my love,” he whispered in her ear. She wiggled against him and sighed. “And if what you wrote is any indication of what your stories are like, you and I are going to have a little talk about what you can share and what stays private.”

She smiled into his neck and let the warm afterglow of their intense lovemaking lull her back to sleep.

When they left the bedroom a couple of hours later, after a particularly energetic shower session, Rhiann could barely walk. She was shocked to discover it actually was possible to fuck so hard and so deep that she struggled to put one foot in front of the other.

And Liam’s wicked leer let her know he was pretty damn pleased with himself. Looking at it from his point of view, it
was
kind of cool—that whole, fucked her into submission thing. Frankly, he should be pleased.

Roman was in the middle of making what looked like a gargantuan pile of bacon while taking occasional slugs of what she knew was the blackest of black sludge coffees from a mug with an OBX logo.

Rhiann immediately spied her slinky robe draped over a high-backed stool at the kitchen counter and blushed profusely.
Dammit.
Having a smart flirtatious manner was one thing—leaving around evidence of what they’d been up to was another and
so
not her style.