Feral Cravings (3 page)

I stared into the dark blue eyes of
Killian,
his face so close to mine, I could feel his hot breath move over my skin and ignite my senses. I instantly became wet, my nipples stabbing through my dress having nothing to do with the cold air. “Thank you,” I whispered, his arms still wrapped around me, his eyes still gazing down at me.

“You’re very welcome. You should be careful; it can be dangerous out here at night. You know, I never did catch your name.”

To my disappointment, he straightened me and let go of my waist. He stayed close to me, though, his body heat shooting towards me and warming me in more ways than I wanted to admit. “Alice
McKnight,
and yours?” I wasn’t going to tell him I already knew his name, even if it was only because Halle told me.

“Killian St. James. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He picked up my hand, encasing it in his much larger one, and brought it to his lips again for a soft kiss. “How long are you up here for?”

His voice was deep and inviting, his eyes roaming over my body and making me feel naked. If my intuitions were correct, and I’d never doubted them before, he wanted to know what I was doing tonight. I played it casual, though.
“Just for the weekend.”
He smiled down at me, my hand still in his as he looked at the mountains.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

At that moment, a howl erupted throughout the night, a rising and falling sound that seemed so lonely. “Yes.” I wasn’t taking about the mountains, though, although those were magnificent. That lone wolf’s cry pierced the sky and went straight into my heart, that sad, sad sound making everything else disappear.

“I don’t ever do this, but what are you doing later?”

I turned and looked at him, his body still facing the mountains, the moon splashing its light across his profile. His expression seemed distant as that howl continued to erupt through the air. I could see how tense his jaw was, could see a kind of determination in his profile that made me shiver. As soon as the wolf’s cry ended, he turned towards me, all seriousness gone as heated desire now covered his features.

“I don’t mean to be presumptuous, and please don’t take anything I say the wrong way, but if you want, we can head up to my room, have some wine and relax in the hot tub. It can’t just be one way, Alice.”

He stepped close to me, his chest touching mine as I gazed up at him. “What can’t just be one way?” My heart pounded, my respirations picking up as I inhaled his scent, so wild and untamed—exactly what I wanted.

“This attraction, this connection we have, whatever you want to call it. I know I can’t be the only one who feels it.”

Is this what he says to all the women he wants in his bed?

“And no, I don’t ever say this kind of thing, there’s just something about you that…draws me.”

I wasn’t going to admit I felt the same strange, yet powerful connection—that his very presence drew me, also.

“Yes, you feel it too, I can sense it.”

He dipped his head, his voice whispering against my ear as his hand snaked around my waist and pulled me close. I swallowed as I felt his erection press against my
stomach. Even through the material of his tux, I could feel how big and thick he was. I closed my eyes as cream seeped out of my vagina and arousal shot through my every cell. Our breathing
mingled,
his mouth still by my ear as his hands gripped my waist.

“Let’s go, just blow off the rest of this party. If all you want to do back in my suite is talk, I’ll take what I can get. Just come with me.”

The last sentence had me clenching my thighs together as lust charged through me like a freight train. I had a feeling he knew exactly what he was saying, and what his words did to me. I wanted, so very badly, to
come
with him. I turned my head towards him, his mouth mere inches from my own as I whispered, “Yes.” I thought he was going to kiss me, just move his lips that last inch and do it, but he straightened and grabbed my hand and moved quickly, yet fluidly, through the banquet hall. I spotted Halle still talking with Troy, a fresh glass of champagne in her hand and a smile on her face. Her flirting was evident even from the distance, but I knew I at least had to tell her where I was going, that I most likely wasn’t going to be home tonight.

“Wait.” He stopped immediately, his thumb running small circles on the inside of my wrist as he stared down at me. “I have to tell Halle I’m leaving.” He looked her way, obviously knowing who she was and nodding before bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing it.

“I’ll wait here.”

I walked quickly towards Halle, my panties soaked from my own arousal and rubbing against the folds of my sex. I bit the inside of my cheek at how erotic it felt and told my lust-filled brain to just wait a little bit longer, that I at least needed to appear unscathed. “Halle, can I speak with you for a minute?” She turned around, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy.

“Hey! What’s up?”

I could smell the alcohol on her breath, but didn’t comment on how she’d probably had enough. “I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving a little bit early and, um, I probably won’t be home tonight.” Her brows knitted together as she looked over my shoulder. I wasn’t surprised she knew I was leaving with Killian; she was very perceptive.

“Are you sure? I mean, you do remember what I told you, don’t you?”

I nodded, not about to tell her that maybe that’s what I wanted, what I needed. I wanted something random, something so completely wild and wanton, it left me speechless. “I know, but really, I’ll be fine.” She looked at me, knowing better than to start that whole conversation again. I was an adult and knew what I wanted, and even though I appreciated her concern, I knew what was best for me. She nodded, mouthing for me to be careful and gave me a hug.

Chapter Four

Killian had a tight hold on my hand as he led us to a gold-framed elevator. We entered and he slid a key card into a slot. The elevator doors closed and we ascended until it finally stopped on the third level. My heart pounded something fierce in my chest and my palms were sweaty, excitement and anticipation racing through me at the thought of what was to come. The elevator doors opened soundlessly onto a large hallway with cream-coloured carpet accented with gold vines and deep red walls. He grabbed my hand and led us down the long hallway until it ended and we stood in front of a large carved wooden door. A wolf scene was carved into the dark wood, a hunting scene that showed a deer racing away for its life as a pack of fierce wolves ran towards it. It gave me chills. He opened the door and I followed him into a huge living room, probably bigger than my whole house. A fireplace was off to the side, the flames already licking through the wood as though it were starved. Killian moved behind me and slipped his tux jacket off my shoulders. His fingers lingered on my exposed skin, heating me in a way the fire could never do.

“Would you like something to drink? Maybe a glass of red wine, maybe something a little harder?”

My heart did a little patter at his last comment, my mind so much in the
gutter,
I was surprised I had any rational thought left. “Wine, please.” My words were soft, not trusting myself to speak at a normal level when my throat was so dry. I watched him turn and walk over to a full-sized bar opposite the fire, his movements so fluid yet languid that he reminded me of a wild animal. He turned around, a glass of red wine in one hand and a crystal tumbler with amber-coloured liquid in the other. I took the offered glass, watching him as he watched me.

“Would you like to sit down? Or maybe go in the hot tub?”

He gestured towards the plush snow-white leather couches that looked inviting, then towards a set of French doors that led out onto a balcony. I could see the hot tub through the sheer white curtains and looked back at him. “I don’t have a suit.” His eyes raked over my body, my nipples instantly growing hard at the heated look he gave me.

“We’re both adults, do we need suits?” He raised a brow and chuckled deep in his throat at my stunned expression.

“No, I guess we don’t.” I wasn’t a shy person by nature, but the thought of getting naked in a hot tub with a man like Killian made my cheeks flame. “The hot tub sounds nice.” His aura screamed male masculinity and power, and frankly, it had me so shy, it was as if this were my first time with a man.
 
He held his hand out while his eyes held mine captive. He led me off to the side and pushed open a set of double doors, stepping inside an extravagant bedroom. A king-sized bed sat in the centre of the room, pushed against the wall and covered with black silk sheets. A small crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a cacophony of colours across the burgundy walls and cream-coloured carpet. He let go of my hand and walked into another room, turning the light on and walking into a bathroom. He came back a minute later, two black plush robes in his hand and a smile on his face. We walked out of the room and towards the French doors, the cool air washing over us as he opened them. The hot tub was already on, the water bubbling as steam rose into the crystalline sky.

“You can change in the bathroom if you like.”

He smiled at me, his straight white teeth flashing against the dark sky and driving my pulse up. I stared at him as he started to undo the buttons of his white shirt, his eyes never leaving mine as he slid it off his shoulders and slung it across the back of a wrought iron chair. I stared at his chest, a chest that looked like it was carved of marble—all hard lines, rolling muscles, and smooth tanned skin. I could see a trail of dark hair that started beneath his belly button and disappeared below his pants—pants he was starting to unfasten. I should have felt ashamed for the way that I was blatantly staring at him, but I didn’t care, his body was incredible. His pants fell to the ground, his boxers followed, and I could nothing but stare at the monster that sprang up and pointed right at me. The skin was stretched tight across his erection, the head dripping pre-cum right in front of my eyes.

“If you keep looking at it like that, I’m going to fucking come right now.”

I snapped my eyes up, my face hot as he stared at me with half-closed eyes. His gaze worked its way down my body and I shivered, my hand going to the straps of my dress of their own accord and sliding them off. My dress pooled at my ankles, and I kicked it to the side and slid off my heels. I stood before him, the chill of the air moving across my body but unable to cool me. I was on fire, everything inside of me so alive and bright, it was its own entity. I stood in only my lacy bra and matching thong, my nipples so hard, I knew he could see them through the black lace. He walked up to me and ran his hands gently over my arms, then gripped my hips. He let one hand move behind to my ass, his palm sliding over a cheek before running up and hooking his thumb under the material of my thong. He slid it down, his body so close to me, his mouth so close to mine, I could just lean forward and they would meet. The bra went next, his fingers working expertly on the back hook until he had it free and tossed it to the side. He stepped back, his eyes again coasting over my body and making me even wetter.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

He was in front of me in the next instant, one hand in my hair, the other behind my neck as he slanted his head and pressed his lips to mine. I gasped as shock waves travelled through me from the contact, his tongue gently probing my lips until I opened and let him in. His tongue stroked mine, teasing and
tantalisng
until I wanted to beg him to fuck me right then and there. I could feel his erection slide against my stomach, the slick wetness of his pre-cum driving my arousal to the breaking point. He broke the kiss as soon as he initiated it, our mingled breaths coming out in pants as he looked down at me.

“I have to stop or I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to control yourself.”

He growled deep in his throat, a sound that reminded me of a predator—untamed and wild. His jaw was clenched and sweat beaded his forehead. I was pleased and surprised I had this kind of effect on him. He held his hand out to me and I took it without hesitation. I wasn’t at all embarrassed that I had taunted him; in fact, I was pleased with myself for having the strength to do it. This is what I always wanted, a connection with someone that didn’t make sense, didn’t have any rhythm or reason. I wanted an experience with another person that would leave my mind blank and my body sated. I might have been shooting for the stars, but as I got in the tub with Killian and let him drape me over his lap, I knew I could find what I was looking for with him, even if it were just for one night.

I straddled his lap, our passion mingling together until it was one big circle of lust.
Our mouths worked against each other, our hands running over each other other’s
slick bodies until we were grinding our sexes together. His cock slid along the folds of my pussy, his cock head nudging at my clit and making my inner walls quiver with need. He didn’t push into me, though, to my disappointment. He moved his mouth to my neck, his teeth nipping at my flesh, his tongue lapping away the sting.

“Do you want to take this to the bedroom?”

I didn’t answer him, just wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my lips back towards his, hoping he would know my answer from my actions. His hands moved to cradle my ass as he stood and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, our mouths staying connected, our tongues still duelling with each other. In the next instant, I was on my back on the silk sheets. I didn’t know if he were just that fast or if I were so into him, I didn’t see what was going on around me. The heavy weight of his body covered mine, our wet skin sliding against each other as he rolled onto his back. I lay on his chest, my legs straddling him, my pussy pressed against his dick. I slid along him, my vagina wet from the hot tub, but more so from my arousal. My pussy rubbed along his cock, my climax impressively close as he moved his hands to grip my breasts and roll them in his big palms. His thumb and forefinger tweaked my nipples until they were unbelievably puckered and aching.