More Wicked Alphas, Wilder Nights: Sizzling Collection of Paranormal Romance (Wicked Alphas, Wild Nights Book 5) (15 page)

He lifted his hand and placed his open palm on her breast. He felt the nipple harden beneath his touch. Her head toppled limply back as she moaned at the delicious sensation. He brushed his flattened palm over her, before moving it away to graze the rigid peak with his knuckles.

“I want to love you, Janet.” His voice was quiet, almost reverent as he teased her nipple with his thumb and finger. He pinched and pulled, alternating the gentle caresses with a rougher, earthier touch. “I want to touch you everywhere, taste every inch of you.” He moved closer, still playing with her nipple. “I want to taste that sweetness I smell, baby.”

Slowly, as to not startle her, and give her a chance to pull away, he moved his hand to the front of the sweat pants she wore. He caressed the soft flesh above the waistband before slipping his fingertips inside. She moaned against his mouth but didn’t stop him. When his fingers didn’t encounter any tell-tale lace to indicate she was wearing panties, he was the one groaning. “Spread your legs baby.”

She moaned, but obeyed him. Keeping a firm pressure on her mouth in case anyone walked by, he explored until he felt the springy touch of hair. Then he growled. He knew other men liked a clean shaven pussy, but not him. He tangled his fingers in her delicate feminine curls, holding her firmly as she writhed beneath his touch. One finger breached her slit, sliding through her wetness.

“Liam.” Another breathy whisper that had his cock pumping out pre-cum.

“Easy. Easy.” He moved his finger, setting a slow, steady rhythm against her pussy. He didn’t press down hard, just moved lightly along her lips.

Janet really didn’t know that much about sex. Oh, she knew the mechanics, and she’d given herself relief when she needed to. But she’d never had man touch her before. She’d barely had a few stolen kisses. Most of her interaction with men had been violent and degrading.

Now, she wanted to know everything. She wanted to feel the sunshine and ride the rainbows. She smiled at her corniness.

“Damn, baby, you are so fucking wet.” His buried his face against her throat and her hands curled around his biceps. Her small hands didn’t even cover half of the tanned flesh. Suddenly, his touch wasn’t so gentle, his finger now dragging heavily along her slit, pressing deeper until he separated her lips and slipped inside the warm, swollen flesh

Tiny cries of pleasure and moans were swallowed by his mouth, consumed by the driving hunger. Thought suspended, the world belonged to touch, to taste, to scents of passion. Janet was soaring, whirling in a sea of desire as she let her control slip away.

“That’s it, baby, take what you need.” He added another finger inside her.

Her hands moved down his arms encircling his forearms as she allowed her body to move on his hand. She closed her eyes and her wolf spiraled beyond everyday sensation.

“Liam!” The cry was torn from her as she entered oblivion. He kept pumping inside her, making her crest again and again until she begged him to stop.

He did, withdrawing from her slowly. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.  “You taste so fucking good when you come.”

“I bet you do too,” she whispered, her courage soaring just as her pleasure had moments before. A man could not touch a woman like that, so unselfishly, without having some attraction to her. Some sort of feeling that went beyond the lust of satisfaction.

Her lips skimmed the sensual contours of his mouth and she could feel the strength seep from her knees as wild thoughts of passion of what he could do with that mouth ricocheted through her head. The feel of those lips on her body, sucking at her breasts, lapping at her clit… Janet wanted to melt into a pile of sugar right then and there.

She pressed a series of openmouthed kisses up his throat on her way to nuzzling the satiny skin behind his ear. Next her lips traveled across the planes of his chest, covering the hard muscles with hot, wet kisses. Liam felt himself sinking into a bottomless well of emotion. He hadn’t felt this way in years—if ever. The feel of her hot, wet mouth against his skin set off a series of explosions inside him. He clutched her hand and dragged it to the front of his pants and laid her open palm over his hard dick. “Touch me, mate,” he muttered. “Make me burn.”

He groaned in anticipation as the zipper slipped slowly down, followed by the soft slither of cloth as the denim pooled at his feet. Control. He fought for control. It had to be Janet’s decision how far they went tonight. He would take only what she offered and give her everything she needed in return. She maneuvered her hand inside his pants, gasping when she felt the hot, hard flesh and absorbed his strength and size. Her small hand encircled him, her fingers failing to meet around his girth. Her movements were awkward as she stroked him, not those of a woman who had done this thing often or recently. He covered her hand with his. “Like this, baby.”

He showed her how to touch him. Thankfully, she was a very, very fast learner who was soon driving him out of his freaking mind. A shudder racked his body, her silky touch tearing at him with exquisite agony. He closed his eyes tightly and balled his hand into fists, his cock was throbbing, the restraint on his wolf dangerously close to snapping. He growled, a low ruble of desperate need.

He wanted her, he’d never known he could want a woman so fucking much. His hand splayed across her back as she moved her mouth lower, licking her way to his navel. Liam bucked his hips when Janet’s warm, wet mouth closed over the head of his dick. His fingers threaded into her hair. He stood the tortuous feel of her wet mouth, the rough lick of her tongue as long as he could. He tightened his fingers in her hair and he forced her further down on his aching flesh. “More, baby. Suck me,” he pleaded. “Suck me.”

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Crystal has spent her life always doing the right thing but a rebellious one night walk on the wild side sends her life spiraling. Smuggled weapons and mercenaries are the least of her concerns when she discovers the gorgeous muscular men who want to protect her aren’t really human. Scorch and Griffin are dragon shifters who try to right some of the wrongs in the world. An unusual miscalculation lands them in an all night diner where they discover their destined mate. When bullets start flying, the sweet sexy woman meant for them is caught right in the middle of it. Can the three of them find the right direction to love when everything around them is going wrong?

All Chrysta had been looking for was help after her piece of crap car broken down on a quiet road in the Rockies. The dim lights she’d spotted down a long drive held the promise of a warm room and phone. Never in a million years did she expect to see a room filled with weapons, but it was what happened behind the building that sends her fleeing into the night…

Branches caught and pulled at the arms of Chrysta’s sweater as she ran through the underbrush. The moon hung full and bright in the sky giving her a bit of light to navigate her panicked race through the woods. Hiding was out of the question, she had to get out of here. Branches snapped and the dried underbrush crushing under her feet echoed in the silence around her. The racket from her escape would wake the dead in it intensity but she couldn’t stop.

Vivid images of what she’d seen continually flashed through her memory. The sound of human bones snapping and reshaping as they undulated beneath skin that had stretched to the point of tearing.  All of it had her frozen in shock, but the intense heat from the fire is what got her moving.  Everyone knew about the unexplained forest fires the last few years, rumours of lightning strikes and careless campers being the cause, but she knew the truth.

She’d recognised them all from town. The men often came into her diner for dinner over the past couple weeks. Sometimes they all sat together, but two of them always sat in her section. Scorch and Griffin, strange nicknames and she’d never heard any of them use a traditional name when speaking to each other. They were always respectful and tipped well. Breathtakingly gorgeous, with muscles on muscles and a quiet, dangerous intensity that always affected the crowd around them. No one had ever commented on her shaking hands while she poured their coffee or occasionally spilled pop on the table when she brought their orders over to them. Instead they’d smile and her chest would clench as her hormones would get up and dance.  

Her foot caught on a branch, ripping her from her thoughts as the world lurched in a sickening twist driving her towards the ground.  

A split second before slamming into the ground, thick muscular arms wrapped around her, “Got’cha.”

The world spun again as she was placed back on her feet. Gripping handfuls of his t-shirt, her heartbeat echoing in her throat, she looked up at the man who’d caught her. His eyes looked black in the darkness, but she could recognize him anywhere. She’d never been this close to him, other than the odd time he and Griffin passed by her as they left the diner. Desire pulsed through her body, coating her nerves and smothering her fear.

A heavy thump of wings created a wind that whipped her hair into her face and she braced for an attack. When nothing more happened she looked up but, the creature that caused it disappeared against the black sky.  

“What are you doing out in the woods, Chrysta?” Scorch brushed back her hair with one hand, the other lay like a hot brand against her lower back.  She stared at his jaw, fighting the inappropriate urge to run her tongue along the strong line. “Spying?”

“N-n-n-no.” It was hard to try to speak as she panted, but looking up into his black gaze, the languid calm washed over her again. “My car broke down, back there. I was looking for a phone.”

“Why don’t you carry a cell?”

“We’re in a dead zone. No signal for miles because of the mountains.”

Scorch muttered a curse under his breath, “That’s why they’re holed up here.” He stared over her head, scanning the darkness as if he could really see through the night.

“Who?”

He blinked and she found herself the focus of his dark gaze again. “Doesn’t matter, what does matter is you being here now.”

“My car really broke down.” She waved a hand in the general area to her left. “I’ll show you and then I’ll go.”

Scorch shook his head, “No. You’re finally where you belong. I’m not letting you go.” He cupped his hand along one side of her jaw, preventing her from looking down. “Besides, you have a terrible sense of direction. Your car is the other way.”

“What do you want me to do?” Her heart pounded against her chest and her panting hadn’t eased but now it had everything to do with the man holding her. How many times had she fantasied about him and his friend, Griffin, stretched out in her small twin bed in her tiny apartment in town?

Scorch lowered his head, closing the distance between them. “I want you to say…Yes.”

There wasn’t any point asking
to what
, the gleam in his eye was obvious. Her base fears were obliterated under the soul deep assurance that this man could and would keep her safe. Her rational side wasn’t as easily convinced.  
It’s nuts. This is a bad idea. Knee him in the nuts and run.

“Yes.” She whispered the word so quietly that when he froze for a moment she wasn’t sure she’d actually said it.

A heartbeat later he closed the distance between them and plundered her mouth. Lips softer than any man had a right to slid against hers igniting her fantasies and waking a voracious hunger she never knew existed inside of her. It swamped over her senses, desire pulsed against her senses demanding to be fed its due. She made tight needy noises in the back of her throat and tugged the back of his shirt out of his pants. The need to feel his skin under her palms overrode any logical nonsense.  She
needed
to touch him, a craving so strong the world might be obliterated if she didn’t touch him.

“Yes, I’m all yours.” He whispered against her lips, breaking their kiss long enough to get his shirt over his head.  

She danced her fingers over the line delineating his muscles, sliding over abs that she could easily do laundry on and back up his sides. Every inch of him felt like a coiled spring quivering to attack, but he touched her like a delicate flower.