Buried and Shadowed (Branded Packs #3) (21 page)

She should no doubt be pissed.

She’d decided her pathetic obsession was done. She was going to forget this man and move on.

So why wasn’t she telling him to get the hell off her?

Perhaps it was because she knew that she’d spend the rest of her life wondering what it might have been like to be Sinclair’s lover. Even if it was only for one night.

Or perhaps it was because it was increasingly difficult to remember that Sinclair was only using her.

Either way, she found it impossible to demand that he get out of the bed and cover that hard, sexy body with some clothes.

“And that’s the only reason?” she asked in husky tones.

There was an odd glow to his eyes as his wolf studied her with an edgy need.

“It was.” Heat blasted through the air as he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders and bent forward. “Now I can think of a much better reason.”

She sucked in a harsh breath, her back arching off the mattress as he used the tip of his tongue to circle her nipple.

“Are you trying to distract me?”

He chuckled, continuing to torment her sensitive flesh. “Is it working?”

“I…I can’t think when you’re doing that.”

“Good.”

There was an intoxicating scent of musk in the air as he sucked her nipple between his lips, using his tongue and teeth to drive her insane with pleasure.

“I thought you were going to wait?” she said.

“Do you want me to wait?” Lifting his head, he studied her with eyes that held a combination of need and vulnerability. “Mira? Tell me what you want.”

The last of Mira’s resistance was crushed beneath the sight of his aching need. This was no persuasive pretense. Or fake charm.

He truly desired her.

He couldn’t fake that. 

Unable to resist temptation, she reached down to wrap her fingers around his erection. His cock was thick and long. Perfectly created to please a woman.

He hissed in pleasure as she explored down to his heavy testicles before slowly gliding back up to find the broad tip that already had a bead of his seed.

He shuddered, the sound of material ripping as his claws sliced through the sheets. Astonishingly, the stark evidence that he wasn’t entirely human didn’t repel her. Just the opposite. Sinclair was a reflection of his inner wolf.

A strong leader. A ruthless protector. A sexy, loyal lover. 

Mira’s fingers tightened on his cock.

He gazed directly into her eyes. “You didn’t tell me what you want.”

She held his gaze, knowing that it wasn’t about dominance, but a need to truly know that she was willingly offering herself to him.

“You.” She gave his cock a slow, deliberate pump. “I want you.”

His lips curved into a smile of utter joy. “Say it again.”

“I want you,” she obeyed without hesitation, taking smug pleasure in the tremors that shook his hard, male body.

She didn’t have much experience. Not only because most men preferred skinny women who understood the rules of flirtations, but because she was devoted to her career.

But Sinclair made her feel as if she were the most beautiful, most desirable woman in the world.

It was strangely empowering.

Her thoughts shattered as his fingers moved to trace her naked curves.

“Thank God,” he said, the rasp of his breath filling the air. “I was terrified that I’d ruined our future together.”

Without warning, his hands gripped her hips, tugging her legs farther apart so he could settle between them. Tiny jolts of bliss speared through her as his thick cock was pressed against her already damp flesh.

“I don’t want to discuss the future,” she moaned.

His eyes blazed with sheer male possession. “You belong to me, Mira.”

She forced herself to not look away from his icy blue gaze.

He’d completely consume her if she didn’t hold her ground.

“For tonight,” she whispered.

His hands moved to cup her breasts, his wolf watching her warily.

“Forever,” he pressed, his fingers teasing her nipples until she could barely think straight.

Good. Lord.

“For tonight.” She refused to give in to his demands.

“Stubborn female.” His voice was thick with need. “At least, say my name.”

“Sinclair.”

He smiled with approval. “My Mira. Are you ready?”

Reaching up, she grasped his shoulders, her lips parting in blatant invitation. With a growl of approval, Sinclair lowered his head, capturing her mouth in a kiss of ruthless hunger.

She shuddered, rubbing against his hard erection as she felt his fangs lengthen.

“Yes.” He grasped her hips, rubbing his cock against her as he planted kisses along the curve of her throat. “Shit. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, not entirely convinced. “Please, Sinclair-”

“I wanted you from the minute I caught sight of you,” he fiercely interrupted her protest. “Don’t ever doubt that.”

A moan was wrenched from her throat as he allowed his lips to travel over the curve of her breast, pausing to pleasure her nipple before he was skimming his lips down the soft skin of her belly.

Her eyes squeezed shut as a sizzling pleasure raced through her.

“I don’t want to talk now.”

His used his fangs to scrape her skin. “How am I going to know what you like if we don’t talk?” he teased.

“I like that,” she whispered.

“And this?” he asked, once again using his fangs to lightly trace the swell of her hip.

Her back arched in delight. “Yes.”

He scooted down the mattress, his hands sliding beneath her thighs. “I love your scent.”

A blush stained her cheeks, but before she could speak, he’d lowered his head to lick through the dampness between her legs.

“Sinclair.” His name was wrenched from her lips.

He chuckled, continuing to lap and nip until her fingers dug into his shoulders.

“I love everything about you. Your stunning intelligence. Your loyalty. Your courage.”

She trembled; his soft words as sexy as his skillful touch.

Barely remembering to breathe, she shook as his tongue stroked the highly sensitive flesh. Reaching down, she speared her fingers in the thick satin of his hair.

Oh, this was decadent. Gloriously decadent.

His tongue dipped inside her, thrusting in and out until her hips were lifting in a need for more.

Grasping her hips to hold her still, Sinclair found her clit, gently sucking as the exquisite pressure began to build.

“Wild flowers,” he rasped. “And springtime. My favorite season.”

Not entirely sure what he was talking about, Mira gave a tug on his hair.

“Sinclair, I’m close,” she gasped.

“Yes,” he said, lifting himself so he could position the tip of his cock at her entrance.

Mira felt as if she were on fire.

She’d heard about nights of wild, animal sex, but she’d never dreamed she would experience something so raw and primal.

No, she’d always been the sort to play it safe. To choose a lover who was as boring as she was.

But not tonight.

Tonight, she was going to drown in the lust that threatened to overwhelm her.

As if sensing that she was tumbling out of control, Sinclair studied her with a look that made her heart skip a beat.

It was a gaze that spoke of need and desire and…sheer male ownership.

Framing her face in his hands, he leaned down to kiss her with aching sweetness. Mira sighed. She’d devoted endless hours to fantasizing about this man and his kisses. Tonight, she intended to savor the reality.

Her hands explored the fluid muscles of his chest. His skin was warm, silken. A small coating of hair arrowed between his nipples down the flat plane of his stomach.

Like a light coating of fur.

With a tiny moan, she gave in to the temptation to lift herself off the mattress to spread kisses over his face before licking her way down the strong column of his throat.

“I like the taste of you, too, Sinclair,” she whispered as she continued to tease him with tiny nips of her teeth.

“Shit, Mira,” he growled, his fingers plunging into her hair as he shuddered with pleasure. “You’re going to send me over the edge.”

Such an Alpha.

“You’re not the only one who dreamed of this night,” she whispered, moving steadily lower.

“I...damn, woman.”

She chuckled. “Say my name,” she teasingly commanded.

“Mira,” he rasped as she reached the rippling muscles of his lower stomach. “My beautiful, sexy Mira.”

She gave a throaty chuckle, deliberately rubbing her breasts against his tightly clenched body as she kissed her way down to the head of his massive erection. They gasped in unison as sparks exploded between them at the friction of their naked skin. Heavens above. Had anything ever felt so good?

Trying not to become distracted by her own desire, she took his cock between her lips.

His growl of pleasure echoed through the still air, his wolf glowing in his pale eyes. Emboldened by his obvious delight, she stroked her tongue over the very tip, savoring his musky taste. Delicious. Widening her lips, she sucked him deeper into her mouth.

Sinclair’s fingers tightened in her curls, his breath rasping through his clenched teeth as she took her time to explore every majestic inch of him. She even scraped her teeth down the throbbing shaft, recalling his pleasure in using his fangs against her skin. She was instantly rewarded as a helpless groan of bliss left him. Chuckling, she allowed the tip of her tongue to trace a thick vein back up to the head. 

“Oh…shit,” he breathed as she took him deep enough to feel the tip of him at the back of her throat. “Enough playing.”

With dizzying speed, Mira felt Sinclair grasp her upper arms, pressing her flat against the mattress as he studied her with eyes gone entirely wolf.

A flare of intoxicating anticipation shuddered through her.

She’d never had a male regard her with such absolute, uncomplicated desire. The knowledge that she’d managed to stir his lust to a fever pitch made her nerves tingle with combustible eagerness.

“You don’t like to play?” she teased. “I was just getting started.”

Grasping her hips, he allowed the hard tip of his cock to press against the damp heat between her legs.

She groaned, the sensation of his wide tip slipping just inside her body nearly making her orgasm. Still, he didn’t shove himself home. Instead, his fingers tightened on her hips, and he gazed down at her with eyes that blazed with raw hunger.

“Next time, you can play all you want,” he said in rough tones. “But tonight, I need to be deep inside you,” he rasped. “I’ve waited so long.”

The wall that she’d determinedly tried to build around her heart cracked at his low words.

Oh, hell. She was in trouble.

“Sinclair.”

“My Mira,” he said, swooping down to brand her mouth with a kiss of white-hot desire.

Her lips parted. He tasted of her, and a spicy tang that she knew instinctively was his wolf.

The realization set off a thrilling burst of excitement.

This lethal predator could rip out her throat without breaking a sweat, but the fingers that were skimming up her waist were delicately skillful. As if he were afraid he might accidentally bruise her.

Not that his tenderness lessened the fierce urgency of his passion.

Sweeping a path of kisses over her face, he nipped at the lobe of her ear before he stroked his tongue down the length of her arched neck. Mira’s nails dug into his shoulders as he tugged her up the mattress, catching the tender tip of a nipple between his teeth.

Mira’s breath was squeezed from her lungs, her head tilted back at the incessant heat blasting through her. He turned his attention to the other breast, deliberately urging her desire to an edge that made her nearly scream with frustration.

Okay. Enough was enough. She needed to get him inside her.

Right. This. Second.

As if sensing she’d reached the limit of her patience, Sinclair released a harsh breath and slowly penetrated her with one slow thrust.

Mira squeezed her eyes shut. His hard length was stretching her to the limit, but it was splendid. The sweetest burn.

“Are you okay?” he asked, speaking directly in her ear.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed.

Recognizing he was afraid he might hurt her, Mira deliberately spread her legs wider, allowing him to sink even deeper into her body. He hissed in approval, rewarding her silent plea for more by pulling back his hips and then shoving them forward with a smooth thrust.

“Yes,” she said, arching her back as he started a slow, steady pace.

Placing her hands on his chest, she allowed her fingers to rest above his rapidly pounding heart. Again, she was dumbstruck, amazed at the knowledge that she could inspire such an intense desire in this male.

He was so magnificent. So intensely sexy.  

Catching her gaze, he continued to pump into her body.

“Say my name,” he panted.

“Sinclair,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his hips to meet the quickening pace of his thrusts.

He snarled in helpless pleasure, making Mira smile with smug satisfaction.

In this moment, this powerful wolf belonged to her.

Completely and utterly.

Refusing to dwell on what it would mean to walk away from him, she concentrated on the exquisite sensation spiraling through her. Oh, she was close. So close. Her soft groans filled the air as her body bowed beneath the strength of her impending orgasm.

Sinclair tightened his grip, his face buried in the curve of her neck. Then, still driving into her at a furious pace, he reached between them and strummed his thumb over her clit with just the right pressure. A scream was wrenched from her lips as she was catapulted into a shattering climax.

Quivering in ecstasy, she convulsed around him. Two thrusts later, he cried out with the violent pleasure of his own release.

Sinclair had never thought that he could find paradise. Not in this world.

After all, his life had been one of stark survival. First with the bastard who’d held him captive. Then hiding alone in the mountains. And eventually, protecting his Pack.