Savage Seduction: A Dire Wolves Mission (The Devil's Dires Book 3) (13 page)

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harmeine couldn’t breathe
. She could barely stay on her feet. Every inch of her ached for her mate to come closer, every heartbeat called his name. There was nothing but her and him and the mating haze wrapping around them. The one she’d been avoiding. The one she suddenly wanted to surrender to.

“Mammon.” She tried to tell him she couldn’t, that she needed and wanted but didn’t know what to do. That she had no idea how to handle the myriad feelings racing through her. That she wasn’t prepared for what this would all mean. All she could say, though, was his name. A single, desperate word…a two-syllable plea. One he must have understood.

Mammon grabbed her, lifting her right off the floor and pulling her tight against him.
Finally.
She sagged in his hold, releasing every ounce of control she’d curated for so many years. Giving herself over to the desire, her body buzzing as it met his.

She would never get enough of that feeling. “Thank you.”

His growl was immediate, his hand dropping to grip her ass in a strong, claiming sort of grasp. “Don’t thank me yet, baby. I’m getting as much out of this as you are.”

He pressed his hips into her, letting her feel him, pushing that hard cock against where she was so hot and swollen for him. And she liked it. She liked it a lot. Already, her mouth watered, remembering the taste of him. The feel of his skin against her tongue. The way his body bowed and his muscles clenched as he came. She shivered, moaning as she recalled how he teased her, how he pressed and pulled and sucked. How he made her come on his tongue.

“Damn it, Char.” Mammon carried her across the room, his steps quick. She shouldn’t have liked being carried that way, shouldn’t have surrendered to the manhandling, but she did. Liked seeing how strong he was, how confident and sure. How in command. She could surrender to him, could give up running and, just for a little while, let him lead her. And she would.

Mammon laid her on the bed, crawling over her, once again pressing the length of his cock against her. “Tell me no.”

She grabbed his shoulders, arms languid and slow, voice thick as she asked, “Why?”

Mammon shook his head, rolling his hips into hers and looking so very tortured. “I can’t…the mating haze. I can’t fight it forever, baby. Tell me no, and I’ll stop. Tell me no or else this is going somewhere I’m not sure you’re ready for.”

But she wanted. Needed to feel something other than fear and stress. Charmeine grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down to lie on top of her. Wrapping her legs around his hips. Mammon groaned, rocking slowly. Sensually. Already showing her how much skill he had in that big body of his. He nudged her clit hard on an upward stroke, making her gasp and tremble. Making her arch into him for more.

“Mammon.”

His growl would be the death of her; the way his arms shook as he literally held himself back, the resurrection. “Tell me no, Charmeine.”

“Please.”

He growled louder, rocking harder, his hand sliding to her breast. Kneading and teasing. She held on to him like some sort of lifeline, desperate for more. Craving him. Wanting him to break that last bit of control he clung to. Needing him to.

“Charmeine,” he growled her full name with his face nuzzled into her neck, rocking harder, still holding himself back. “I don’t want to push you. Tell me no.”

“I can’t.” Charmeine gasped as he bit her neck, scratching her nails down his back in a way that made him moan deliciously. “Please. I need to feel you. I want it.”

Without another word, he yanked his shirt over his head in that guy way that made her want to moan. One hand, back of the neck, pulling the shirt and tossing it to the side. Muscles bulging, every curve and dip dancing beneath his skin. She sighed, running her hands up and down his back. Sliding along every plane, fingers tracing every hard ridge. He was just so
big
.

And so hers. “More.”

“Fuck, Char.” Mammon rose to his feet, dragging his pants over his hips and off his legs. Naked before her, he knelt on the edge of the bed and waited. Letting her look. Letting her need grow.

Charmeine reached for him, and he followed her request. Leaning over her body, holding his weight off of her, though. But two could tease.

She reached between them, letting her fingers trace the curve of the head of his cock, rubbing a thumb over the precome gathered in the slit. “More.”

Mammon hovered, supporting himself with one arm as he groaned and rolled into her grip, letting his lips brush hers as he whispered, “The only more is us, baby. I’m here for this. Are you?”

Without looking away, Charmeine sat up. Mammon followed, staying close, kneeling on the bed to give her room. Peering at her as if she was trying to escape, and he wanted to cage her there. Silly man.

Holding his gaze, giving him what she hoped was her sexiest smile, she pulled her dress over her head, wiggling her hips to pull the silky fabric from underneath her. Mammon sat back, his breath leaving on what sounded so much like a sigh. Watching her. Keeping his eyes on hers and his hands to himself as she revealed her body to him.

Until the dress hit the floor.

With a sigh and a groan that led straight to a growl, Mammon looked. Let his eyes wander every curve, every soft inch of her. Charmeine spread her knees wider, giving him more room, loving the way his eyes left a track of goose bumps behind. She could practically feel his stare. Could practically trace every inch he saw by the power of his gaze.

“So beautiful.” His hand shook as he brought it closer, running a finger over the edge of the lace cupping her breasts. “So soft.” Down to the top of her panties. Slipping a finger beneath the band, making her breath hitch. Her body shiver.

“We can leave these on.” He nuzzled into her neck as his finger ran from hip bone to hip bone before sliding back up along her stomach. “I can make you come without taking them off.”

Charmeine shuddered at the feel of him dragging a finger up along her breast and across her nipple, at the calculated sensuality of that touch.

“We can leave this on, too.” He tugged at her bra then shook his head, looking up at her in a boyish way. His expression one that seemed so out of place and so perfect all at once. “Though I have to admit, I’ve been dreaming of you naked in my bed for days.”

Charmeine shivered, knowing this was it. This was her time to truly acquiesce. To give him what he wanted—and to take what she simply had to have. She lifted one foot and ran it along his inner thigh. Teasing him. Brushing against where he was so hard for her as she let her growl rumble through her chest.

And then she grinned. “Reality will be better. You can take them off.”

Without another word, Mammon yanked the panties down her legs. She gasped, pressing her knees together almost out of habit even as her pussy clenched in anticipation and desire. Mammon chuckled again, spreading her legs with his big hands before sliding them behind her back to unhook her bra. Before pushing her to lie back on the bed with the bulk of his body. He pulled her bra from her arms, and that, too, fell to the floor, leaving her naked and exposed. Completely vulnerable. For him. Under him.

Mammon held her gaze as he dragged his hands along the length of her body. Kept his eyes on hers as he slid a hand to one knee and pushed it down. As he opened her wide for him. As he inched back so he could see her naked and laid out just for him. As he took in every private inch of her. Every bit she’d kept hidden for so long.

“So beautiful,” he whispered again, his growl making the words dark and dirty in a way they hadn’t been before. Charmeine shivered, the sensation of the tension growing hotter and more primal, making her moan as well. This wasn’t a man admiring something precious; this was a man about to devour something he craved. And good God, she wanted him to devour her.

“Mammon.” Charmeine bit her lip as the tension in her gut tightened. As it grew. As it spread and flared hotter, became needier. “I want so much.”

“I know, baby. And I’ll give. I’ll get you off ten different ways if you let me.” He lay between her legs, his wide shoulders pushing on her thighs. “Tell me no if you want me to stop.”

Charmeine groaned long and loud as he ran two thick fingers all along her. As he slid one inside when he found her so wet for him. “More.”

He chuckled and pushed deeper, pressing his thumb against her clit. “Is this what you want? You want me to take? You want me to demand what I want and give you what you need?”

Charmeine shook, her body responding to his dirty words. Her heart racing. She nodded, still unable to ask. Unable to tell him what she needed but wanting so much. So, so much.

“I hear you, baby. I hear you.” Mammon kissed up her thigh, teasing her. Rubbing his rough, scruffy cheek against her soft inner thigh. And he was rough. Rough and big and demanding, which was what she wanted. What she craved.

And then his mouth was on her sex, and she was gone. Every stroke of his tongue, every suckle, every press of his lips…soul-searing. She writhed, trying to move closer and escape at the same time, but his big hands held her in place. His shoulders pushing her into the mattress and holding her captive in the best possible way. In the way she needed him to…wanted him to. And Mammon didn’t back off, didn’t go gentle or sweet with his mouth on her. He was all hard, all aggression. He sucked and licked and spread her exactly as he wanted to until she broke, until she came with a cry of his name and an arching of her back.

He was on top of her before she came down, sliding inside her still-quivering pussy with a single stroke. No softness or teasing nudges to make sure she was ready. Mammon took what he wanted, thrust deep and claimed her pussy as his own. And she loved it.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet.” Mammon growled and bit her neck, not enough to break the skin, not a claiming bite, but enough to warn her. To make her gasp and shake. To make her want that, too. She clawed at his back, knowing she was leaving marks but not caring. He felt so good, so right. Felt as if he was made for her.

As if he knew how much she wanted him to control her in that moment, Mammon thrust harder, growling, pinning her down with his weight even as his arms circled under her shoulders to hold her closer. Restricting how she could move. Owning her. And by the fates, did she love it.

His movements were a choreographed dance of pleasure. From the harsh push inside, the slamming of his hips against hers that almost hurt, to the swivel once he’d gone deep. That little extra tease to the most delicate bits of her. He thrust and snarled and whispered filthy, filthy words to her as he held her down. As he had his way with her. As he gave her exactly what she needed. As he pushed her right over the edge.

Charmeine came again with a yelp, an inelegant sound that crept up on her just as her orgasm did. Clawing his back, wrapping her body around his to hold him deeper, she trembled through her pleasure. Riding it out. Mammon followed soon after, thrusts going off rhythm before pressing his hips in hard. He snarled and shook, filling her in a way she’d never experienced, clinging to her in a way she knew she’d never get enough of.

And oddly enough, that thought didn’t scare her as much as she would have expected it to.

As they came down, as they snuggled together in a sweaty, sated pile of flesh, she rested her head against his shoulder and sighed. “I’m glad I came over.”

“I’m glad, too. You should come over more often.”

“Maybe I will.”

He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him, forcing her to straddle his hips and lie across his chest. “Maybe I don’t like maybes.”

Cocky bastard. She pressed her lips to his in a slow, deep kiss. The sort of kiss that dragged on, starting over with every breath, seeming never to end. The sort of kiss that shifted, changed, and flowed until there was nothing but pressure and heat and shared breaths. The sort of kiss that spoke of emotion more than physical desire. Of longing and intimacy and…

Things she wasn’t yet ready to deal with.

She pushed against his shoulder, rising to a sitting position on his hips. Mammon groaned and reached for her, pulling her tighter against him. Holding her in place for a little longer. But that was okay because he was hard again and rubbing her in all the right places. And no matter how much she knew she wasn’t ready for love or trust, she was definitely ready for this. For learning each other’s bodies. For lust.

She rocked over his cock, loving the way the pressure built again. The tease of it. And Charmeine liked to tease. “I should probably get going.”

Mammon didn’t stop, didn’t even pause. He took her comment in stride, actually pressing harder against her as he pulled her hips in tighter. Making her gasp and shiver once more. Shooting her one hell of a cocky smile.

“Are you sure? I could order dinner for us and make sure you don’t go home—” he thrust up, teasing her clit with the pressure of his cock “—hungry.”

She couldn’t have held back her groan if she’d tried. “You’re a naughty boy.”

That smile fell, his eyes staring into hers, his emotions on display. “For you, my mate. Only for you.”

And by the fates, did she wish she could say that back. That she could find the right words to tell him that she wanted to trust him but didn’t know how. That she had no idea what she was doing, but she was going to try no matter what.

But words were hard. Sex was easier…as was leaving. She leaned down again, kissing him one last time. “I really do have to go. I have work to do for the rescue, and I need to clean up first.”

Mammon, though, was not a man to give up easily. “I have a shower here. I can get you clean. And I could help with the work at your rescue.”

Charmeine froze. While she may have started to see Mammon as someone she could allow some access to her, the families in the rescue were not hers to risk. They had already been through so much, already had tragedy after tragedy piled high on their plates. They were—

“I don’t have to.” Mammon grabbed her thighs, breaking her out of her thoughts. Staring up at her. “I know how you feel about the families there. You don’t have to let me in for that now. I just offered in case you needed help.”