AlphainHiding (7 page)

Chapter Eleven

“Look at me, Emily.” His voice was commanding and she found
herself doing as he bade. His eyes were almost black, dilated with passion. He
held her gaze as his hot palm covered her breast. “I won’t hurt you and I won’t
let either of us get bitten. We can keep playing this hit-and-miss game until
we’re naked out here on the grass, or you can let me take you inside and allow
me to make love to you on your bed. Your choice, but either way I’m getting
inside you now.”

How was she supposed to fight when his voice wrapped warmly
around her aching body and compelled her to listen? She couldn’t think with his
hands on her. She nodded, unable to form coherent words. Nothing mattered more
than getting him naked and against her. She needed to feel him inside her,
above her. Rational thought was gone, replaced completely with passion.

Shock flittered across his face a moment before he stood and
picked her up as if she weighed nothing. He carried her up the steps into the
cabin and even growled at her when she started to argue about being carried.
Her wolf was a silent observer, lending another level of need to Emily’s
already heated body.

A whimper whispered across her lips when they entered her
room and the realization of what they were going to do crossed her muddled
mind. She couldn’t do this, no matter how much she wanted Seth. They were
tempting fate and so far the fickle bitch hadn’t been great at giving Emily
what she wanted in life. All the “what-ifs” started playing through her mind,
adding to her reluctance. What if she couldn’t stop them from biting each
other? What if they ended up mated and he hated her for being stronger? What if
she fell in love with him only to find out he’d mated her on purpose because of
her powers?

As soon as Seth set her on the bed she was off it and
standing on the other side, breathing fast, trying to decide how to deal with
this situation. She hadn’t let a man near her in a long time and definitely hadn’t
had to stop one who was watching her with feral lust as he was. Her body shook
with answering need. Her wolf whined and questioned why she wasn’t under him,
naked.

“I can’t, Seth. I just can’t,” she whispered. Anger crossed
his face before he buried his head in his hands. “I’m sorry. Look, I’m going to
go for a run and then I think it’d be better if I took you home.”

She turned and walked two steps to the French doors leading
to the deck before he grabbed her. Strong hands turned her and pulled her into
an embrace that squeezed the breath out of her lungs. Before she could say
anything a hot mouth descended onto hers. Seth’s plundered hers. He invaded
with his tongue, nibbled with his teeth and lips. She found her arms wrapped
around his neck, pulling his body into hers even when she knew she should be
pushing him away. They were in so much trouble.

He released her mouth and buried his face in the crook of
her neck. Hot puffs of breath raised goose bumps on her arms. “You don’t get to
make that decision for both of us, Em. I’m feeling something very strong for
you and I don’t plan on letting it go.”

A shiver skated down her spine. His voice was gravelly and
held a touch of power. He spun them both and strode to her bed, pushing her
backward until her knees hit the mattress and forced her to sit. She plopped on
the bed without an ounce of grace and looked up into a very determined face.
The look in his eyes stole her argument. The male towering over her was
powerful and magnificent. His body looked bigger even than when they’d been
fighting. Her breath caught in her throat as a dominant growl rolled from his
chest.

“Trust me?” He asked the question, but it sounded like a
command. His eyes flashed as she started to shake her head. He gave her a
silent snarl and bared his teeth.

She nodded instead, submitted to his silent request, and lay
back on the bed. She did trust him. Maybe not enough to keep them from doing
something stupid but enough for now. She threw her arms over her eyes and blew
out a huff of breath. If she was honest with herself there wasn’t a single cell
in her body that didn’t want this, didn’t crave his touch and want to feel him
moving inside her. Moisture coated her pussy and soaked her panties. Her
nipples were puckered and aching for his touch. Even her wolf was hot and
needy. She needed him and, from the arousal rolling off him, he obviously
needed her.

She lifted her arms and her head. She found him watching her
with a predatory glint in his eyes. Her response was a hoarse whisper, “Okay. I
trust you. I’m not going to fight this. I need you.”

A sigh of relief left his perfect lips just before he
grabbed her by the hands and pulled her to her feet. Gentle hands clasped her
face and held her as he kissed her deeply. She melted into his embrace. Never
before had a male been given the okay to fuck her, then kissed her with such
reverence instead of ravaging her. His breath mingled with hers as he stroked
her tongue with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her hands
across his upper back as he lightly suckled on her lips. The tenderness of his
embrace pulled at her heart and made her ache for something she couldn’t make
herself identify.

While he kissed and nibbled her lips, his warm hands pushed
her shirt up, skimming along her heated skin. A shiver and goose bumps followed
the light touch. He cupped her breasts in his palms and gently squeezed. She
wanted more. With a groan, she pushed her breasts into his hands, silently
begging him to do something—anything. He complied by rolling her nipples
between his fingers. The moan that left her lips held more than just
pleasure—it voiced her absolute acceptance of this adventure. Her body heated
and pushed closer to his. She wanted to feel his skin against hers with a need
that bordered on obsession. She broke the kiss and looked into his lust-filled
gaze.

“Please, Seth.” She whimpered and the sound pulled her back
from the brink enough to realize that she was losing control of herself. She
tried to gather her wits but the feel of his hands on her breasts and the
slight pain from his fingers rolling her nipples kept her from pulling back
from the feelings.

“Please what, Em? Please keep going or please stop?” His
voice was so deep now that it was almost unintelligible. He swept his tongue
along her neck and bit her lightly. His teeth were sharpening. The feel was a
delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Please don’t stop. I need more. I want your skin against
mine.”

“Hmm, I think I can do that.” With practiced movements he
had her shirt and bra off and in a pile on the floor within moments.

Cool air moved across her heated skin in a chilly caress.
Goose bumps rose along her arms, bringing a tingle to her skin. She tugged on
his neck and pulled him into another kiss. She invaded his mouth with her
tongue, needing to taste him. She pushed his shirt up his chest, smoothing her
hands over his skin and savoring the feeling of his hot flesh under hers. She
shivered when he groaned into her mouth.

“Get undressed.” She untangled her hands from his shirt and
took a step back. She quickly stripped off her jeans and panties, letting them
drop. She watched through half-closed eyes as he removed his shirt and jeans.
Seth’s body wasn’t as muscular as some males’ that she’d seen, but he was
definitely nice to look at. His chest looked broader without his shirt on.
Well-sculpted muscles played under his skin.

As soon as he’d shimmied out of his pants she was back in
his arms. She rested her hands against his chest and pushed him back toward the
bed. Now that they were naked she didn’t want to wait for his seduction. Slow
would kill her. She needed hard and fast, needed to feel him pounding his cock
into her pussy. She ached to feel his flesh slapping against hers as they
strained toward their releases.

When the backs of his knees touched the mattress, she
pressed him farther until they tumbled together onto the bed. In a quick
movement she straddled his thighs and hovered for a moment, poised above his
engorged shaft. She looked up into his eyes and caught a flash of consternation
just before the room spun. She was rolled across the bed, encircled in Seth’s
arms. Their bodies stopped moving when she was under him, both wrists captured
in his hands and his heavy body pinning her to the mattress.

“You will not move those arms, Emily Prescott,” he growled.
She jerked in surprise as his words reverberated in her mind. Shit. “You aren’t
stealing this experience from me with a quick fuck.”

She looked at him with new eyes. If he was pushing commands
into her head he had to carry some Alpha blood. Her bitch was whining and
trying to go belly-up in her head. Fuck. Maybe he was the one. Maybe her wolf
was right and she was fighting this for nothing. If he had Alpha blood flowing
through his veins he might be strong enough to deal with her and take her bitch
in wolf form. The thought loosened some of the tension clenched around her
heart. Seth was a worthy man and that news meant he might be hers.

A nip to her earlobe pulled her from her thoughts. She
stared up into his eyes and saw raw determination there. “You didn’t agree, Em.
Nod your head to let me know you aren’t going to try to move those arms.”

She almost grinned at his show of dominance. They both knew
she could escape and do anything she wanted, but he wanted her to submit of her
own free will. She nodded once and watched a predatory smile spread across his
face. Oh boy. She might have opened a door in their relationship that would be
impossible to shut again. Her wolf spun, yipping, excited about being taken.

He slowly released her hands and stroked his fingers down
the inside of her arm, skating over the outside of her breast and stopping at
the curve of her hip. She loved how her body tingled from his touch. Her skin
felt lit up with static electricity. Goose bumps covered her side, every hair
standing up, begging for attention. She shivered at his chuckle. Yep, he knew
what he did to her too.

She watched him lean down and groaned when warm breath
floated over the skin between her breasts. She wanted him to suckle, nibble,
bite—anything other than let his hot breath tickle her. She could feel both
nipples contract at the phantom caresses. Arching as far as she could, she
begged him to press his lips to her. He looked up at her from his hovering
position between her breasts and shook his head. She sighed. Fine. He wanted to
be in charge? She could lie back and enjoy—for now.

She closed her eyes and just let the feelings flood her
mind. Hard, hot skin rested against her stomach. She could feel the play of his
chest muscles as he moved to torture her. The cool blanket beneath her was in
complete contrast to the heat of her body. She gasped when his lips closed
around one of her nipples. His mouth was so hot against her skin. He sucked her
flesh into his mouth and swirled his tongue around her engorged nub. Each flick
of his tongue sent jolts to her clit. With a couple of parting licks, he moved
to the other breast and continued his torture. A low whine escaped her lips
when he lightly bit the nub. Scorching pleasure erupted from the slight pain.
She squirmed under him, trying to press her slit against him. Her arms came
down but before she could touch him to pull his head closer, he growled at her.

“Put them back.” He lifted his head to scowl at her. She
felt the shiver of his power flow over her thoughts again. She complied with
the command without even trying to fight it. She needed
something—anything—touching her aching pussy. She’d be a good girl if it would
get his cock inside her. A trickle of moisture made its way toward her anus.
God, she was so wet. Her arousal was so strong in the room that she was almost
embarrassed.

Seth shifted slightly, lifting off her lower body enough to
slide a hand between her thighs. She spread them as far as she could. Modesty
wasn’t an issue. She wanted him to touch her and put the fire out. Rough
fingers slid through the wetness coating her slit, spreading her moisture along
her folds. She sighed when that glorious digit came to rest on her already
swollen clit and started moving in slow circles. His tongue copied the movement
around her nipple and her mind fuzzed. It felt as if he were licking her clit
with those firm movements. Her muscles stiffened as an impending climax climbed
quickly. Each swirl of his finger, each flick of his tongue pushed her higher.
Her breaths came in fast pants as her body locked down, clenching every muscle,
waiting for the peak, waiting to be flung off the cliff. Her eyes slid shut as
she threw her head back against the bed.

Her release came as a surprise, rushing over her and pulling
Seth’s name from her lips. Her body trembled with the strength of the climax.
She shivered as he continued to work her nipple and clit until she was crying
uncle. With a sigh she melted into the mattress, a pile of sated goo. Her brain
was quiet and warm, her thoughts nonexistent, and she liked it. She sighed
again before opening her eyes.

The look of pure guy arrogance made her grin. His eyes shone
with lust but it was tempered with affection. He smiled back at her before
slowly descending to take her mouth in a deep kiss. He nibbled along her chin
and down her neck before coming back to her lips. He held his body off her with
one arm but stroked her skin with a warm hand. Her skin, already sensitive,
became a lightning rod, funneling the sparks of touch straight to her pussy. He
was slowly bringing her body back to a simmer. She reveled in the care he
showed while plundering her mouth. Slow, hot slides of his tongue tangled with
hers, drawing her into his kiss. His lips were soft on hers with featherlight
caresses.

She sighed when he rested his forehead against hers. She
didn’t know what to think. Sex she could deal with. Lust and fucking weren’t
anything new to her. She was taken aback by the flood of emotion she felt at
the warmth shining from his eyes. Swallowing became difficult with the lump
that took up residence in her throat. She closed her eyes against the prickle
of tears burning behind them. This was what everyone talked about when they
discussed the connection between mates. She shook the thought from her mind.
They weren’t going to mate, be mates, or anything else dealing with mating.
This was sex, albeit tender and loving, but nothing else.