Hakan Severin (6 page)

Bare skin.

Teeth. Claws.

Reaching up, she grabbed at his T-shirt and jerked it over his head, exposing the beauty of his hard, sculpted chest. Her breath tangled in her throat as she allowed her hand to glide over the heated silk of his skin.

She’d ached to touch him for so long.

“And now?” she asked.

He lifted his head to study her with eyes that glowed with an amber fire.

His expression was no longer aloof. It was possessive. And demanding. And stark with yearning.

“Now I’ll fight to the death to earn back your trust.”

Oh. The bastard. For a male who’d always claimed he was better with his hands than his words, he seemed to know exactly what to say to her.

“Sex isn’t the same as trust,” she muttered.

“I know, but it’s a start to repairing the damage.” He caught the tip of her nipple between his teeth, sending a shockwave of ecstasy through her. He gave a wicked chuckle at her gasp of pleasure. “Besides, if I’m not between your legs and buried deep inside you soon I’m going to explode.”

Yeah, she totally got the whole about-to-explode thing.

Her entire body was clenched tight, aching to be filled by the male who was rising to his feet to strip away the rest of his clothing.

“Were there—”

She forgot how to speak as his jeans dropped to reveal the large thrust of his cock that was fully erect.

Oh. My.

She’d assumed he would be big. He was, after all, a massive Pantera Hunter. But she hadn’t suspected he’d be so thick. Or hard.

Or that the mere sight of his erection would make her pussy clench with anticipation.

“Were there what?” he prompted, once again crouching beside the lounge chair.

She shook her head, abruptly realizing she didn’t want the answer to her impetuous question.

“Nothing.”

Of course he knew what was troubling her. He’d always known what she was thinking.

And feeling.

“My beautiful Payton.” Hakan gently tucked a curl behind her ear, his male musk seeping into her skin and clouding her mind with a glorious sense of euphoria. “There’s been no one else.”

Relief seared through her. “No one?”

“Not since the night you accepted I was your mate.”

He once again lowered his head, closing his lips around her nipple to suck her with an insistent need.

She groaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as the pleasure cascaded through her.

It felt like sensory overload.

The brush of velvet cushions against her back. The heat of male Pantera searing her skin. And the magical feel of his lips as they moved to press over the thundering beat of her heart.

“Oh,” she breathed in wonder.

His hands gripped her legs, tugging them apart as his lips traced the curve of her breast.

“Does that surprise you?”

His fingers slid over her quivering belly, lowering between her spread legs. A groan was ripped from her throat as he found her sensitive clitoris.

She struggled to draw air into her lungs as he trailed a path of kisses from one breast to the other before heading back up her throat.

“I tortured myself with thoughts of you with other women,” she admitted, her hands tracing the bulging muscles of his shoulders.

He gave a low growl, allowing his fingers to slide through her slick heat before slowly pressing into her body. Her back bowed in pleasure. Oh…blessed Goddess. He knew precisely how to touch her.

“My cat had already found its partner,” he said, nibbling at the edge of her mouth. “I had no interest in any other female.”

“And the male?”

He pulled back far enough for her to see the fierce sincerity that burned in his amber eyes.

“He was in complete agreement.”

Oh…hell. She dug her nails into his shoulders, feeling the righteous anger she’d clung to for so long beginning to melt.

And her grudge wasn’t the only thing melting, she acknowledged as his fingers pressed deeper into her body, his thumb rubbing against the sweet spot at the top of her clit.

Dammit. She’d wanted this male for what seemed like forever.

Was she going to allow her wounded pride to punish both of them?

Her hands smoothed down the sleek bronzed skin of his chest before lowering to the hard-as-steel six-pack.

Hakan was larger than most Pantera, with a power that made him one of the most lethal Hunters in the Wildlands, but he was careful to leash his strength as he claimed her lips in a kiss that demanded complete surrender.

Need seared through her, scorching away any hope of resistance.

Just a few hours ago she would have sworn that she would rather kiss a gator than crawl into bed with Hakan. Now she was desperate to feel his heavy body pressing her into the chaise longue, thrusting deep inside her as she reached her ultimate bliss.

Lowering her hand, she wrapped her fingers around the wide width of his cock, smiling at his violent shudder.

Ah. She’d never realized the rush of power that came from giving another pleasure.

“I need you, Hakan,” she pleaded in rough tones.

He chuckled, blazing a path of kisses down her throat.

“Soon,” he promised, continuing to press urgent kisses over her breasts and down the quivering plane of her stomach.

She made a sound of surprise when he tugged her until she was on the edge of the chaise longue so he could kneel between her spread legs. Then, holding her startled gaze, he leaned forward to trail his tongue along the tender skin of her inner thigh.

Payton gasped at the sensations that streaked through her.

She’d always known that Hakan was talented with his hands. She’d seen the homes he’d helped design and build for his fellow Hunters. But who the hell knew he’d be a magician with his lips?

She gripped the cushions, barely capable of holding still as his teeth lightly scraped her tender flesh. Oh, Goddess. It felt like she was being burned from the inside out.

“Not soon…now,” she breathed.

Hakan sucked in a deep breath, his cat basking in the scent of vanilla and warm, willing female.

He wanted to ignore her breathless plea.

After all, he’d spent the past twenty years fantasizing about making love to this female.

He wanted to make it last for the entire night.

But as he spread her legs wider and headed toward that delectable pussy he knew he was fooling himself if he thought he could take this slow and easy.

His dreams of how this moment would be had been nothing compared to the brutal need that blasted through him. This wasn’t the shallow attraction of his youth, or the playful games of his cat.

The need to possess this female was fierce, and powerful, and so raw he felt it to his very soul.

Deep inside, his animal roared in anticipation, spicing the air with a musk that would cling to her skin, warning other males this female was his.

Payton bit her bottom lip, a sweet little moan wrenched from her lips as he finally moved to stroke his tongue through her slick pussy.

Hakan tightened his hands on her legs, licking and sucking at the thick cream. Christ. He’d never tasted anything so good.

A heady excitement charged through him, stiffening his cock until it throbbed with a painful need.

He was desperate to impale himself in her female heat, but he grimly squashed the urge to lean her back and shove himself into paradise.

This had to be perfect for Payton.

He’d spoiled her tentative declaration of love. And spent the last twenty years keeping her at a distance.

Now he had to make this night so special that it would help to erase the past.

Attuning himself to her every sigh and moan, Hakan held her in place as she squirmed against the ruthless swipe of his tongue.

Over and over he teased her tender nub, his cat delighting in the sexual play even as the male was barely holding on by a thread.

“I love the taste of you,” he growled, his voice thick with the power of his animal. “Vanilla and honey. My favorite.”

She studied him from beneath half-lowered lashes, her cheeks flushed.

“I want to taste you,” she breathed, her tone shy.

His cock twitched, silently pleading to give her what she wanted.

Only the knowledge that he was going to come at the first touch made him give a rueful shake of his head.

“Next time,” he promised. “Tonight is all about you.”

“But…”

Her words broke off in a soft gasp as his tongue plunged into her body, thrusting in and out in a promise of what was to come.

Muttering something beneath her breath she lifted her hips, instinctively moving in rhythm with the ruthless stroke of his tongue.

His cock throbbed with a hot, aching need as the taste of her slid down his throat. She was like a drug. Intoxicating him with a heady pleasure he knew would be addictive.

The intensity of his sexual drive would have been terrifying if it wasn’t for the knowledge this female was his.

His mate.

The female meant to stand by his side for all of eternity.

The fact that she was driving him out of his mind with lust was only more proof that she was his destiny.

Intent on giving her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced before, he continued to explore her sweet cunt, sending her to the very edge of her climax.

“No, Hakan,” she rasped in thick tones. “I want you to be inside me when I come.”

Leaning back on his heels, Hakan took a minute to appreciate the sight of her in the throes of passion.

The halo of coppery curls. The heart-shaped face that was flushed a pretty pink. The green eyes that glowed gold as her cat studied him with a hungry gaze.

She was so fucking beautiful.

Feeling a sense of awe that fate would have given him this exquisite female, he surged up to claim her lips in a kiss that spoke of possession and need and utter surrender.

He slid an arm around her waist, turning her on the chaise so he could push her back against the cushions. Then, continuing to kiss her with a fierce desperation, he settled on top of her slender body, groaning in pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

Balancing on his elbows to keep from squashing her, he tilted his hips forward. They both hissed in anticipation as the broad head of his cock slowly breached her body.

Oh…Christ.

She was tight. So blessedly tight.

Sweat beaded his brow as he pressed into her damp channel, penetrating her with his thick length.

Threading his fingers in her damp curls, Hakan nipped the sexy fullness of her bottom lip before he was planting a trail of kisses down her throat.

“There’s no going back,” he breathed, heading lower to suck the tip of her breast between his lips. “You’re mine.”

Tormenting her nipple with his tongue and teeth, he gave one last push, battling to maintain control. She needed time to adjust to his invasion.

Of course, Payton couldn’t remain passive.

Once, his shy, eager Geek would have simply waited for him to take the lead. Now she grasped his shoulders and arched her back, angling herself until he was pressed so deep his balls were fitted against her ass.

“Shit, Payton,” he groaned, hoping like hell he didn’t embarrass himself. “I’m trying to make this good for you.”

“It’s good,” she rasped, her breath hissing between clenched teeth as he pulled out until just the tip of his cock was inside her and then surged back in with a powerful thrust. “Oh hell, it’s perfect.”

It was.

Hakan pressed frantic kisses over her breast before he was burying his face in the curve of her neck.

She was clenched around him like a hot fist, intensifying the electric pleasure of every stroke. He groaned, the tip of his cock tingling and his balls drawing up tight.

Around them the scent of male musk and sweet vanilla arousal saturated the air, the whisper of their soft moans the only sound.

“Come for me, Payton,” he commanded softly, driving into her with a quickening pace.

His orgasm was thundering through him, threatening to explode. Sliding a hand beneath her hips, he angled her to take him even deeper, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her throat.

“Hakan,” she rasped.

“I’ve got you, little one,” he murmured. “Give me what I want.”

She released a cry of pleasure, her heels digging into his lower back as she met him thrust for thrust.

Over and over he plunged into her welcoming body, his cock torturously sensitive as her silken heat wrapped tightly around him.

Then, feeling her stiffen in stunned pleasure, he moved to press his lips to her mouth, capturing her shout of frenzied fulfillment.

His cat roared in wild pleasure as he unleashed his hunger and drove into her at a ferocious pace, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her in place.

White-hot bliss arrowed down his spine before it was tightening his balls and then shooting through his cock in a violent climax.

He lifted his head to cry out in sharp ecstasy, his muscles clenched so tight he felt as if he was going to shatter into a million blissful pieces.

Minutes—or perhaps an eternity—later, he heaved a heartfelt groan and pressed his lips to Payton’s damp forehead.