Betrayed (Wolf Gatherings Book 6) (12 page)

Marcus stopped in front of the first cabin and turned to her. He held up a key with a huge grin.

A slow smile spread across Heather’s face. “Ah. Splendid idea. Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Can’t take the credit, actually. Jerome handed me the key this morning with a smirk. We’re taking up residence here as of now. Unless it makes you nervous not being in the main house.”

She shook her head and pulled up on her tiptoes to kiss his lips. “Not now that you’re with me.”

“This way no one will hear you when I make you scream my name, except maybe the horses. The barn is closer than the main house. But I spoke with them each earlier, and they promised to keep our secrets.” He waggled his eyebrows and turned toward the cabin, pulling her along.

“You spoke with the horses?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Just checking. That’s what I thought you said.”

“You heard me.”

She giggled. “And what makes you think you can make me scream your name?”

Marcus opened the cabin door as she spoke. He turned toward her, grabbed her around the waist, and threw her over his shoulder. “Challenge accepted.”

Heather squealed and then laughed. “You’re on.”

“Baby, you don’t know who you’re messing with. By the end of the day, I’ll have you begging for mercy.”

“Really?” She held on to his shirt as he entered the cabin, kicked the door shut, and strode straight to the small bedroom. Plastic shopping bags littered the floor. Ah, so he’d stopped here and dropped off his purchases before finding her.

He tossed her into the center of the bed and raised an eyebrow.

She stared up at him, unable to breath. Goose bumps rose on her skin as his gaze narrowed with lust.

Heather reached for the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. She unbuttoned her shorts, slowly lowered the zipper, and then lifted her hips provocatively to wiggle them over her thighs. “Are you just going to stand there?”

Marcus hadn’t moved. In fact, he leaned against the dresser, watching her. His face had lost the mirth of a minute ago. His gaze strayed up and down her body, now clad in only her matching bra and panty set. “Enjoying the show. Keep going.”

Heather inhaled long and slow as her body betrayed her, her pussy tightening at his tone of voice. She bit her lower lip and squirmed out of her panties and then popped off her bra. She piled everything on the end of the bed.

Marcus stared at her until she shivered. “God, you’re sexy.” He righted himself from the dresser and sauntered toward her. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”

“I could say the same thing.”

“It’s only been a little over a year since I attempted to mate not one but two unwilling women in one evening against their will. I was an ass. I deserved a longer celibacy sentence.”

Heather inhaled sharply. “That wasn’t your fault.”

He shook his head. “I know that, intellectually, but it doesn’t change what I did. It doesn’t change how I made those women feel. And it doesn’t change the guilt I have for the way I treated them.”

“It’s only been one month since I was abducted and held against my will for an entire week. I understand your guilt. Do you think I don’t question my part in that every single day?”

“What part did you have in it? There’s nothing you could have done.”

“Really? What if I’d fought harder? Chosen a different route that day to run? Maybe I didn’t scream loud enough. Maybe I was dressed too provocatively.”

Marcus leaned over the bed, grasped her shins, and pulled her closer until she fell onto her back, straddling him near the edge of the bed. “That’s ridiculous, baby. You couldn’t control any of those things.”

“Yeah? And your guilt isn’t just as ridiculous after a man you should have been able to trust drugged you with enough stupid sex serum to make you irrational?”

He stared down at the
V
of her legs, his fingers inching up her thighs toward her center. Finally he lifted his gaze and spoke again. “So we’re both in the same boat. Maybe we can work through these issues together?”

“I’d like nothing more. Now, take off some clothes so I don’t start feeling self-conscious.”

He gave her a small smile as he released her to kick off his shoes and tug off the rest of his clothes to drop them haphazardly on the floor.

Her skin prickled with goose bumps. It was warm in the cabin. She could hear the whir of the air conditioner, so he must have come earlier and turned it on, but it hadn’t cooled down enough to chill her skin. The goose bumps were from nerves.

His dick nearly ached from wanting her. It bobbed against him, pulsing prematurely.

Heather scooted back across the bed as he approached and crawled up next to her. When he reached her side, her face dipped as she gazed at the length of his body. “Lie back,” she insisted. “I need some time to explore. I’ve barely seen you naked.”

Marcus flopped onto his back, his cock stiffening further at the way she took him in with her gaze.

She leaned over him, shocking him, her eyes glued to his length, her mouth open. Without pausing, she reached with one hand and delicately stroked a finger up the top of his cock until it flicked over the head.

So much for exploring. That act was zero to sixty in less than a second. He’d never last through her perusal.

Marcus cupped her breast with one hand, letting his thumb flick over her nipple, hoping to distract her enough to slow down her process and possibly save him some embarrassment. He gritted his teeth against the need to come. She deserved this concession. However, if anyone could make him come with her gaze alone, it would be Heather.

Marcus continued to graze his fingers over her breast while she wrapped her hand around his girth and gently pumped up and down the length. He squeezed his eyes closed to concentrate on the feel of her wrapped around him.

When her tongue flicked the head, his eyes jerked wide. He hadn’t realized she’d leaned so far forward. He gripped her breast and pinched his lips together.

Suddenly Heather sucked his length deep into her mouth.

Holy mother of God
.

Her cheeks hollowed as she firmly established her authority over his cock. He would forever be putty in her hands if she was going to do this very often. And he was powerless to stop her.

The little imp had a wicked mouth that threatened to drain his balls before he reached the back of her throat. And God how he wanted her to suck him farther.

She moaned and took him deeper.

Tiny noises coming from Heather vibrated against his cock, making him stiffen more. He lifted his torso to meet her thrusts. Even though he still held her nipple between his fingers, he couldn’t concentrate on anything but his growing need. He gripped the sheets with his other hand, attempting to judge the moment he would need to pull out. He didn’t want to force her to swallow him.

In one powerful second, Heather slipped lower, her face almost touching his pelvis. She tightened her grip with her lips, and Marcus could hold back no longer. He came, deep in her throat, his cock pulsing so hard one would think he’d never had an orgasm before.

He released her nipple and lifted his hand to thread his fingers into her hair.

She never hesitated. Her free hand toyed with his balls, weighing them and learning their texture. When had she begun to fondle him there?

When he finally relaxed, easing the tension from his tight ass and thighs, he groaned. He was doomed to this mate of his. His life would never be the same. Sated, he managed to pull her off his cock and settle her against his side with her head on his chest. He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair. Glorious red locks lay spread all across both of them.

But he needed more. It wasn’t enough that he just came. Somehow the act didn’t sate him. He wanted to hear her scream, as he’d threatened on the front porch.

With the hand wrapped around her middle, he held her tight. He lifted his knee to force her legs open, his thigh pressing against her pussy.

Heather sucked in a breath and wiggled against him, her wetness dripping onto his leg.

He grabbed her thigh with his free hand and pulled it higher, opening her wider. And then he reached across her ass and stroked his fingers down her crack until he could stroke through her folds.

She moaned, squirming against him, her hands pressing against his chest in an attempt to dislodge herself from his grip.

He held tighter to her waist. “Where do you think you’re going?” he teased.

She inhaled sharply as he finished his question by thrusting two fingers inside her. Her hips bucked toward him this time as she gave up the fight. Or forgot to keep it up.

“I love your little sounds, baby. But I want to hear more.”

She groaned as her head rolled back and forth against his chest.

Marcus smiled. He was making headway. He pulled her moisture from inside her pussy to drag it around her clit until she held her breath.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“God, Marcus. I need you. Please…” A long breath escaped her lips against his chest.

“You need what, exactly?”

“I need you inside me,” she whispered. “Please.”

He added a finger and thrust three into her fast and deep. “Like that?”

She whimpered. “No. Please, Marcus. Let me climb on top of you.” She made a lame attempt to press against him, undoubtedly knowing full well he was way too strong for her.

He dragged his fingers across her G-spot, his grip on her waist keeping her firmly in place.

Short gasps from her mouth told him he’d hit the mark. Her moisture increased, and he withdrew his fingers to circle her clit again, not quite making contact with the little nub.

Heather lifted her hips the tiny fraction available to her, trying to cause his fingers to do what she wanted.

“You challenged me,” he reminded her. “I’m just making good on that.”

She lifted her face enough to meet his gaze. Her eyes were wide. “I hate to disappoint you, but I’m not a screamer.”

Marcus could feel the grin spreading wider across his face until his cheeks ached. “You did not just say that.”

She turned a deep shade of red and pushed on his chest. “It’s true.”

“Correction. It
was
true.”

She froze.

“And then you met me.” If they had to stay in this bed all day and all night, he would make his woman scream. He had no doubt. To emphasize his position, he thrust his fingers into her again, dragging them out faster and harder, knowing his thumb pressed against her clit with each pass.

Her eyes drooped as she went cerebral on him. Good. She probably had no idea her fingernails dug into his pecs.

When she gasped, he let up. He didn’t want her to come until he was sure she could do it without holding back her sound. He needed her so aroused she couldn’t keep from screaming.

She panted as he slowed his movements and avoided her clit.

“So wet for me, baby.” He kissed her damp forehead and then let his lips linger on her skin. “Does that feel good?” he asked against her.

“Mmm. Why did you stop? I was so close.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Mmm,” he mimicked. “I’m not interested in making you come, baby.”

She sucked in a breath.

That wasn’t entirely true. He had every intention of bringing her to orgasm, but he intended for it to happen around a great deal of involuntary noise. He stroked her lower lips, drawing out more of her moisture and dragging it up toward her tight hole.

She breathed heavily as he approached, her ass cheeks squeezing together, but she didn’t protest physically or verbally, so he continued to experiment, circling the puckered entrance and then pressing one finger against it. She stiffened, and he eased off. Later…

Caressing back down to her pussy, he spread her lips apart and then entered her again with short jabs.

Heather immediately shot back into a more aroused state, her body squirming futilely in his grip.

He didn’t give her an inch of leeway. Instead he thrust three fingers into her without warning and braced for her to attempt escape. He nudged her knee higher against his abdomen and held it with his forearm, wishing he had one or two spare arms.

“Marcus…” Her voice was just shy of begging.

“Wanna hear that louder, baby.”

“I’m so horny. Please, let me come.”

“I will. When I’m ready.”

The frustration in the strange sound she emitted made him smile.

Marcus pressed two fingers into her, stroked them over her G-spot, and went to work on her clit with his thumb.

She jerked in his grip, struggling against him.

He flicked her clit faster, applying more pressure, realizing the key to the intensity of her arousal lay in the nerve endings beneath her little nub.

Heather moaned. Her head rolled to one side as she gave up the fight against him and enjoyed the sensations.

He wanted to whisper sweet words to her about letting go and succumbing to his touch, but he feared he would interrupt the build inside her with his voice.

Instead, he continued the slow torture that would lead to an intense orgasm. He could tell by her body language she was no longer trying to struggle against him. Her hips pressed toward him instead of bucking away. Her legs spread wider of their own accord. She wanted what he gave…and more.

Finally, she sucked in a deep breath, completely unaware of the continuous moan escaping her lips.

Marcus hoped he judged her correctly as he used his pointer and thumb to pinch her clit hard.

Heather screamed. Her orgasm rushed to the surface so fast, it shocked even him. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers while her clit throbbed between his pinch.

It took several moments for her noises to subside to whimpers and her body to begin to squirm against his thigh in effort to dislodge his touch.

Marcus slowed down gradually until he barely stroked her. “That was so fucking sexy,” he mumbled against her forehead.

She groaned. “I can’t believe you did that. I’ve never…”

“I know, baby, and I’m so glad I was your first. It wasn’t my name this time, but your scream was still music to my ears. I’ll cut you some slack for forgetting my name at that particular moment.” He chuckled against her.