Wolf in Plain Sight (13 page)

The only thing Max could think to do was discover whether Lily truly carried Joe’s child. If she didn’t, he could put Alec off her scent, and Max wouldn’t be forced to make an impossible choice—between killing Joe’s wife and offspring or disloyalty to his clan.

But how could he learn the truth when she never set foot outside the Masters’ fortress? It was a given
he’d
never be invited inside.

He could think of only one way to gain access to The Compound. To accomplish it, he’d have to betray the woman sleeping in his arms. His arms tightened around her as if he could protect her from his intent.

He could tell himself he was laying to rest issues that stood between himself and his vampire teammates. In his mind, he might justify his actions by claiming Pia and the others hadn’t been honest with him about her presence in Vero either. But neither excuse felt honorable, and neither was the truth.

The truth was he had to know whether a creature like the one who killed his mother grew inside the belly of his best friend’s wife. If one did, he’d have to destroy the woman to prevent its birth.

Killing vamps had never been hard—until he’d had to spend time with them. Now they had names and faces he’d remember—soft brown hair and silky skin he’d never tire of touching.

He hoped like hell he found nothing in The Compound and would never have to make that choice.

Worse, if he were discovered inside the Masters’ dwelling, he’d lose Pia and likely his life.

*

Something wet and
slightly rough lapped his balls. Before he even opened his eyes, he pulsed his hips against Pia’s mouth.

Seemed Pia was still working on proving a vampire lover’s advantages.

Max could definitely attest to the indescribable pleasure her long cat-like tongue was giving him as she rasped his balls and shaft. He groaned and threaded his fingers through her hair, tugging to encourage her to move higher.

A low, throaty laugh vibrated against his flesh. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, but I woke up horny.”

“Sorry, my ass,” he said, growling with feigned irritation. He peered at her through slitted eyes.

She sat perpendicular to his body, bent forward so her hair caressed his thighs and groin. Her eyes were closed; her lips glided along his penis until she reached the crown. Then she swallowed him, suctioning hard, her cheeks hollowing as she wrung pleasure from his core. One small hand continued to massage his balls, tugging gently, while the other grasped the base of his cock and worked up and down his long shaft. By her expression, she was sucking the most delicious lollipop imaginable.

God, she was beautiful.

Max reached for a breast and plucked a velvety bead. Her hips wriggled, and he took the hint, moving his hand to her buttocks. He lifted his hand and smacked her.

She gasped and sucked harder.

Her reaction encouraged him to experiment. He squeezed one cheek, rubbed it in circular strokes until it heated, then slapped her again.

Pia shuddered and her belly lowered, raising her buttocks against his hand. Her teeth grazed the tender flesh of the head of his cock—her tongue fluttered inside the tiny eye.

“Let me suck your cunt, sweetheart,” he said, his voice harsh with need.

Without breaking the rhythm of her bobbing head, she crawled over him, centering her pussy above his mouth. She drew back from his cock. “If I have to tell you what to do, I won’t be sucking you off,” she said, her voice tense.

“Then tell me with your body.” His hands reached around her to grasp her buttocks, and he lifted his mouth to her fragrant, moist cunt. One lap of his tongue, and he knew it wouldn’t take much coaxing to make her come—she dripped creamy excitement.

Not one to pass up a gift, Max licked the excess moisture from her thighs, her plump, down-covered lips and finally traced the edges of her delicate folds. The salty taste of her had him growling deep inside his throat.

He decided it was time to show her one of the advantages to be gained from having a lupine lover.

His tongue lapped her flesh, like a dog drinking from a bowl, his tongue caressing the length of her slit in quick strokes.

“Oh my God.
Max!
That’s incredible!”

He grinned and lifted his hips to press his cock against her mouth—a not-so-subtle reminder that she had work to do as well.

She opened her lips and bobbed her head down his cock until he touched the back of her hot throat.

Satisfied she was back on track, he nuzzled between the inner folds of her sex and slid his tongue inside her, licking the inner walls of her vagina as far as his wolf’s tongue could reach.

Pia’s thighs trembled, but she continued to move on him, her hands and mouth gliding in unison, if perhaps a little jerky now.

Max rolled his day-old beard against her hooded clit and continued to stroke her with his tongue. Then he squeezed the mounds of her buttocks and glided his fingers toward the crevice between them.

Pia’s shudder racked her body, and she mewed—the sound making a shivery vibration on his cock that hardened his balls to stones.

Close. She was so close he could feel the slow, building spasms inside her channel and taste her fresh enthusiasm.

He circled a thumb over her anus and observed a marked increase in her quivering. Her breaths came in shallow pants. Feeling powerful, he pressed the blunt, thick ball of his thumb inside, noting the tightness of the orifice. He nearly spilled his seed then and there at the thought of pushing his cock past that tight little ring of muscle.

The warm glove of her mouth lifted. “Oh Max!” Pia gasped. “I’m right there. Please, I’m gonna come.”

“Don’t stop sucking me, Pia,” he said, making his voice low and dangerous. “If you do, I won’t give you what you really want.” He licked her cunt as a reminder.

She dipped her cunt lower over his mouth. “What if I give you something…unexpected,” she said, her voice husky. “Something hotter than you’ve ever imagined?”

He knew she was talking about the gift of a vampire’s bite. Somehow, the thought of Pia drinking his lifeblood wasn’t distasteful. If he allowed it, she’d know what he was. Perhaps now was the time to tell her—when she was so wrapped up in her own arousal, she wouldn’t be able to stop until she’d fed well. Perhaps when she had the essence of his life warming her belly, she’d be ready to listen…to understand. “Show me, baby.”

Her hands stroked his belly and thighs. “I’ll be the best you ever had, Max. Promise.”

Max turned his head and kissed her inner thigh. “Baby, you already are. Just don’t bite my cock.”

‡

“I
promise you’ll
only feel a prick,” Pia said. “You’ll love it.”

He bit the tender skin of her thigh. “Maybe, but just the thought of…”

Pia laughed, a strangled sound that ended on a groan. “All right. I won’t bite your cock.”

Max rolled his chin on her pussy. “And what do you want, baby?”

She groaned again. “You’re not going to make me say it, are you?”

“Uh huh.” He rubbed her anus with his thumb. “Tell me.”

“Oh, do that again.” Her hips pulsed back, then forward, until she rocked. Shallow pulses, Max wasn’t sure she was even aware she made. “I want…you to fuck my ass with your fingers while you lick me with your incredible tongue,” she said, her words coming out in a rush.

“All right. I think I can handle that. You ready?”

“Are you?”

Damn, she sounded sexy. Max didn’t answer. Instead he put two fingers in his mouth and wet them. Then he stroked his
incredible
tongue deep inside her body while pushing one finger past the tight ring of her asshole. He rotated his hand, easing her tight muscles before pressing another finger inside.

“Sweet, sweet Jesus!” she moaned. “Oh, that feels so good.” Her body told him how much she approved when her cunt tightened rhythmically around his tongue. Pia went to work, gliding her tongue up and down his cock, lubricating it so her hands glided easily along his shaft. Then she licked his balls.

At first, Max felt only the rasp of her wet tongue, and then he noticed a slight, burning that turned to a tingling sensation. He recognized the cause—she’d released the enzymes in her mouth, the ones that numbed the flesh of her hosts.
Christ
, she was going to bite his balls!

Max’s thighs tightened, his cock felt ready to explode—if she bit him there, he wouldn’t last a second. He had to distract her.

With his tongue stroking her vagina and the fingers of one hand pumping inside her ass, he brought his free hand to the top of her pussy and pushed back the skin covering her clitoris. He found the hard, slick knot and touched it with the pad of his finger.

Pia widened her stance, bringing her cunt lower still. Her belly quivered now against his. Then he felt her mouth close around his balls, and he tensed.

There, where his sac snuggled against his groin, he felt the prick of her teeth. She hadn’t lied—the pain was slight so he relaxed a fraction. Then she drew blood, and he heard her gasp.

He didn’t give her time to think about what her tongue tasted—about the undeniable fact his wolf’s blood revealed. He rubbed her clit, working his fingers back and forth, faster, as he finger-fucked her ass and laved her juicy channel.

Pia shuddered and drew again, sucking hard, pulling blood from his extremities in a rush of cold-hot sensation that brought him to the brink, but held him there. His cock was so hard the skin that clothed his shaft felt tight enough to burst. His balls, nestled in the cavern of her mouth, grew hot and impossibly harder, but she controlled his release, keeping him at the brink until he thought his heart would explode in his chest it beat so fast.

Then she moaned and her hips rocked, and he was flying, his cock erupting in a geyser of cum that never seemed to end.

Pia’s cunt convulsed and she cried out, the spasms stroking his tongue. Until they both slowed their rhythmic shudders.

She licked the punctures closed and let go of his cock, laying her head on his thigh as she dragged air into her lungs.

Max eased his fingers from her ass and gave her one last soothing lap of his tongue, and then swept his arms around her hips, holding her tightly for a long moment. Giving her time. Time he knew she used to gather herself, to consider what she’d just learned.

Then she tensed and struggled against his hold.

He let his arms fall to his side and lay on the bed while he watched her climb off him and turn.

Her expression was wary, then her eyes widened. “It was you on the beach.”

Max nodded, waiting to see what she’d do next.

“I didn’t want to believe…” Her lips twisted in self-disgust. “I smelled wolf all over you. I just wanted to think you’d rolled on the ground with one of those monsters—but I
knew
better when I cleaned your wounds.”

“I wondered how long it would be before you pieced it together,” he said softly.

Pia’s cheeks grew red as her anger built. “I didn’t want to believe what my brain was telling me all along. But you knew what you were doing—deflecting me with sex. You must have thought I was incredibly stupid. Probably laughed at me the entire time.”

Max kept his expression shuttered and he shook his head. “Never.”

But she acted like she hadn’t heard him, lashing out at him. “I should have known. You’re stronger than any human I’ve ever encountered. And your tongue! No human has a tongue like that.”

He gave her a crooked smile. “There are advantages to having a werewolf lover.”

Pia’s eyes narrowed. “I would never have fucked you that first time if I’d known.”

“Well, now you can’t deny it.” He kept his voice deliberately mild. He needed her to let loose all over him, so he prodded. “What are you going to do about it, sweetheart?”

Pia launched herself at him, her hands curved into claws, her mouth open, teeth protracted to slash at his flesh.

He caught her and rolled, pinning her to the bed.

She bucked, nearly unseating him, but he straddled her body at the tops of her thighs to keep her legs in check, and held her arms above her head. “Listen to me.”