Rescue in the Smokies (Durham Wolves) (17 page)

Her legs appeared to be incredibly long beneath the hem, pure white skin reaching out from beneath the elegance.

When his gaze roamed back up, he saw that her nipples jutted forward, hard points against the transparent lace of the bodice.

Her neck above the flare of her breasts was flushed a dark shade of pink, as were her cheeks. Her expression was one of awe.

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s so lovely. Thank you.” Her words choked out. Her eyes watered.

“Nothing is lovelier than you.” He ambled up behind her.

When he reached her backside, he set the tips of his fingers against her shoulders, not touching her anywhere else. Their gazes met in the mirror. “Look how incredible you are. Like porcelain.” Her hair lay in soft ringlets all around her shoulders and down her back. He couldn’t resist the temptation and leaned forward to bury his nose in her curls and inhale her scent.

“You used your own shampoo this morning. I love that smell. Floral. Raspberry?”

“God, your nose is good.”

“I like that better than my masculine soap on you.”

“I had it in my travel bag,” she muttered as though an explanation was needed.

He leaned back and met her gaze again, flipped his fingers over and dragged the tips of his nails down her arms until he reached her trembling hands. Goose bumps rose in the wake of his touch.

Serg entwined his fingers with hers. A subtle pressure had her leaning against his front, the silk and lace tickling his bare chest. He wore soft flannel pants and his cock lengthened even more as her shoulder blades brushed his pecs.

With her hands locked in the tangle of his, she was helpless to stop him from raising them over her head. He wrapped them around his neck and repeated the action of grazing his fingers down the insides of her arms, through the dip of her armpits and across her nipples.

“Sergius…” She moaned his name, making it sound as though she were dreaming. Her eyes flittered closed.

“Watch me, baby. Watch what I do to you.”

She lifted her chin slightly and stared back into the mirror.

Her chest rose with a deep breath, and he cupped her breasts with his hands, his palms rasping over the tight buds straining against the lace.

“Oh, God…”

“Don’t close your eyes,” he murmured into her ear, nipping at the lobe and letting his warm breath send shivers down her body.

His hands wandered down to her waist, circling the expanse until his fingers nearly met each other. Then over her hips until he reached her slender thighs.

At the edge of the black silk he flicked his fingertips under the hem. It fluttered around her, teasing their view with what lay beneath. Serg flattened his palms on her legs and eased the material up her hips until he uncovered her sex.

He froze, his gaze not leaving the apex of her thighs. His breath caught in his throat, threatening to choke him. “Lord, baby. You…?”

“You like it?” Her hands rubbed up and down his neck, still resting at an angle behind her, her elbows in the air.

She gripped him with her palms and he flicked his gaze to her face. She bit her lip and batted her eyes.

His smile spread fast and huge. The grin created an unaccustomed ache in his cheeks. “That is so sexy.” She had shaved—
everything
.

“I wanted to see what it would feel like, my bare skin against you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind? Hell no. Just shocked, and about to come in my pants at the sight of your sex glistening naked in the mirror. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You will never cease to amaze me, will you?”

“Hope not.” She relaxed against him.

“Don’t move.” Reluctantly he let go of her soft skin for the two seconds it took him to pull the long, padded bench chair over in front of the mirror. He flipped the seat sideways so the end made a T with the mirror. A thought raced through his mind and he whipped around to grab the sheer matching cover she’d set on the counter. As he straddled the bench, he tossed the flimsy material under it and then grabbed her hand to position her in front of him, her back to his chest, her legs spread wide to accommodate the width of the seat.

She settled where he set her ass and made a little squeak when he lifted the hem of her lingerie at the last second.

“Feel good against your hot, smooth ass?”

“Hmm.” She wasn’t committing.

“Oh, baby,” he moaned as he lifted the hem again and pulled it up around her waist. “So fucking hot.”

She gripped the edges of the bench with her thighs, tightening her muscles as she shuddered. Her hands grasped his legs so hard her nails dug into the skin, the soft pinch keeping him on edge.

“Don’t get shy on me, Juliana. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He braced her thighs with his hands, held them farther open. She was adorable when she got timid. It wouldn’t last long. When she grew more comfortable with him, the shyness would disappear. But, for now, he enjoyed showing her new things. Introducing her to her wildest imagination.

“I need you,” she whispered as her gaze dropped between her open legs, her chest rising on a shaky breath.

“Not even close. You don’t know what it means to crave release yet, baby.” Ah, but she would. Serg reached beneath the bench with one hand and returned with the translucent black material. He shook the thin, black, silk belt loose and let the rest flutter to the ground beside them.

“Give me your hands.” Watching her eyes darken with desire, he stroked his fingers down her arms, grasped her wrists, and raised them back over both their heads again to wrap around his neck. With a dexterity even he was proud of under the circumstances, Serg wrapped the black silk around her wrists and tied them securely behind his head. “Leave them there. Don’t move.”

Juliana’s head rolled back against his chest, her lips slightly parted, her deep breaths making her nipples rise and fall invitingly.

“Watch me in the mirror, Juliana. Let me pleasure you.”

He bore down on her thighs again to force them farther apart. She was so wet, the glistening folds of her sex begging him to spread her wider.

Serg dragged one finger through her opening and then used both hands to spread her lips, exposing her channel to his gaze. So pink and swollen. A little stream of her arousal ran down toward her ass. He would take her there. Not today, but soon.

Juliana heard his thought and moaned. Her head rolled back and forth, her eyes fluttered closed. The idea heightened her arousal and made him smile. Perhaps he’d breach her tight hole sooner than he’d thought.

“Serg…”

“You know you want me to drive you to new heights, baby. And I will. Rest assured, there is nothing you can imagine I won’t do to you, in time. The thought thrills you. Makes you wetter.”

Serg sat there for several seconds, holding her petals open, admiring the view while she wiggled and squirmed, her back brushing against his cock, teasing him mercilessly.

“Serg…”

“Open your eyes.”

Heavy lashes rose as she looked at him through shuttered eyelids.

“Every time you close your eyes, I’ll stop.”

Her gaze landed on the space between her thighs in the mirror. Her rapid breaths and pulse told him she was even hornier with his command.

“That’s it. Keep your gaze pinned here while I touch you. You let them close, I stop. You want to come? You’ll watch.”

She moaned long and low, but she obeyed, barely blinking.

He gave her what she wanted. With his last two fingers on each hand, he stretched her folds farther apart and dipped the first fingers deep into her core. Her ass bucked up off the bench, but he firmed his grip, dragging the digits out and swirling her wetness around her outer lips.

On the next pass inside her, he angled the tips of his fingers up in the direction that had driven her crazy last time. He let them flick out, pressed the hood of her clit up with his thumbs and then teased the tight little nub with the moist tips of his fingers, grazing over it again and again while she wiggled her ass against his crotch.

“So smooth. I love this shaved look. And it’ll feel so good against your panties or just bare, your naked pussy rubbing against the denim of your jeans every day while you wait for me to fuck you.”

He let his fingers dance around her shaved mons, flicking over her nub with each pass. “I hope you’ll let me shave you sometimes. Let me spread your legs across the tub and drag the razor over your pale skin until it’s perfectly smooth. So hot…”

Fuck. His dick throbbed with need. The tip weaseled its way out of the top of his low sleep pants and now grazed the silky back of her negligee.

Serg was so intent on pleasuring her, he forgot to watch her face. Her eyes had closed. He stopped, let go entirely. When she realized her faux pas, she jerked back to attention in time to watch him lick her arousal from his fingers. He sucked each digit into his mouth and pulled it out with a pop, one hand at a time.

“Oh God. That’s sexy.”

“Promise to watch?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

This time he drove several fingers into her while pinching her clit tight with his thumbs. “Come for me,” he begged.

“I… So close.” Her feet got purchase on the floor and she lifted her ass a few inches off the bench. He didn’t stop her.

“Watch my fingers while I fuck you. Let it go. Juliana, suck my fingers with your tight pussy, baby.”

She stiffened and leaned forward slightly when her climax took her over the edge. Her clit pulsed between his thumbs, her sheath grasping his fingers, dragging them farther inside her. Her entire body shook and she cried out. Serg held her tight.

When she was spent, she went limp, her body drooping forward, her arms still clasped behind his head. Her chest rose and fell with deep inhales and exhalations.

He kissed her neck, nibbled around her shoulder, cupping her wetness with his palms while she came completely down.

“I think we should make use of this mirror more often. Been wondering why I even had it there. Not like I often stand here in front of a full-length mirror admiring my jeans and boots and making sure my butt doesn’t look too big in these pants.”

She giggled. “Honey, your butt is perfect, in and out of your jeans. In fact, if you wouldn’t mind releasing my hands, I’d be glad to squeeze them around those ass cheeks of yours while you make sure to get your full money’s worth out of that mirror.”

With lightning speed, Sergius whipped her hands to the front, yanked off the tie, and in two seconds had her back against the mirror and his tongue inside her mouth.

“Ugh…” The air in her lungs left in a whoosh as the cold glass hit her back. A shriek escaped her mouth before it was consumed by Serg’s.

His lips and tongue were everywhere at once. Sucking the life out of her as if this was slated to be their last kiss on earth. And his hands followed suit, traveling up and down her body, grazing over her breasts, her neck, her hips…

“I want you so bad. So hot. So tight.” He nibbled a path to her ear.

“Please. Now.” Her legs quivered. She didn’t think she’d be able to stand.

She didn’t have to. Sergius grabbed the hem of her lingerie and whipped it over her head. He flung it aside and reached under her arms to lift her, slide her up the mirror.

She wrapped her ankles around him as he lined up her demanding center with his cock. “Serg… I need you.”

He pushed inside her, a leisurely slide until he was all the way seated. “Lord. I’ll never get enough of you.” His lips smashed back into hers. He licked around the edges of her mouth before sucking on her tongue. Milking it…rhythmically.

She almost came again at the fullness inside her and the attack on her mouth.

Serg leaned away from her mouth and gazed into her eyes. “Not gonna last…again.” His strained grin made her flush. She did this to him.

He lifted her off him and held her in the air for a moment and then slammed back inside to press against her bare clit over and over.

“Oh, Lord. That feels so good against my shaved skin.” She moaned.

“You aren’t kidding. Grind your clit against me, baby.”

“Can’t… Gonna come…”

“Come with me. Hold on… Let me…” He plowed into her several more times, each pass ratcheting up her need to shatter around him. She had to grit her teeth and squeeze her thighs tight to keep the orgasm at bay.

“
Serg
.” She screamed his name, a warning.

“Now, baby, now. Come with me.”

The orgasm exploded around her. She could feel the pulsing deep inside her, deeper than before. And Serg held his erection all the way in to the hilt, his rough hair brushing against her newly shaved mound luxuriously.

“
Juliana
,” he moaned around her mouth. “You’re mine.”

When she could finally catch her breath, she uttered one syllable, “Still?”

“Always.”

Chapter Seventeen

“That can’t be good.” Sergius put down his fork and rubbed his temples with both hands. Breakfast around here was getting better by the day now that Juliana was in the house. The woman could cook, and she didn’t even seem to mind preparing meals for three big wolves.

“What?” She turned to look at him from the counter where she was already stacking dishes in the sink even though he and his brothers were still stuffing their faces with breakfast. A moment later her chin lifted and she angled her face toward the door. “Oh, that. God, your hearing is amazing.”

“Yeah,
that
.” Sure, occasionally a few other people came out to the cabin, but Serg knew the sound of the police cruiser well. What was up with James now?

Sergius pushed his plate back from the edge of the table and headed for the door with his brothers.

The sheriff already stood on the porch by the time they gathered around to greet him. “Morning, boys.” He tipped his hat back, a grave look furrowing his eyebrows.

When he arrived with that expression it often meant whoever they were looking for was presumed dead. Either they’d been missing too long before it was reported, the weather conditions weren’t conducive to surviving the night, or the last-sighted location was a dangerous area.