Torment: Reckless Desires (Dark Wolves Book 1) (7 page)

When he reached the neckline of her shirt—his shirt—his growl, an impatient sound, vibrated from his chest. Before she could even think to move, the shirt was gone, and her bare skin made contact with his. All that separated them were the jeans he still wore.

She didn’t have time to worry about how the shirt disappeared. He brought his mouth down to the valley between her breasts as he slid his entire body lower. When she tried to wiggle to reach the snap of his jeans, he held her in place with a gentle hand on her chest.

“Don’t move.”

“Are you always this bossy in bed?” she asked, softening the question with a grin. It didn’t matter. She loved that he took charge.

A sexy growl, which vibrated straight to her clit, was his only response as he drew her nipple between his lips and sucked. The softness of his tongue around the pebbled tip had her gasping. Over and over he circled it, then flicked the tip before repeating the torture.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he moved to the other breast, using his fingers, teasing the one he left. He tugged on her already sensitive bud as he sucked the other between his lips. Arching her back, she pushed herself closer, needing more.

“Khet, please,” she begged.

Each pull of his lips had need pulsing hotter between her thighs. She couldn’t keep from thrusting against him. She needed so much more. He let go of her nipple with a pop, then grazed his teeth over it, making her whimper.

“What do you want, Muhurua?” he asked her, his eyes locked on hers as he kissed down her belly to stop at her navel. He teased the tender skin of her inner thigh with the tips of his fingers, stroking up and down a few times. She didn’t hesitate, spreading her legs wide. She wanted this—him—so much it hurt.

“I want you to touch me,” she told him still holding his gaze.

The corners of his lips tipped up, and the tip of his tongue darted out to wet them. “Like this?” he asked her as he brought one thick finger down her slit. The caress was soft—too soft. Thrusting her hips forward, she tried to take what she needed, but he shook his head and held her hips to the mattress with his other hand. “I asked you not to move.”

“You’re driving me crazy. I need you. I need you inside me,” she whined.

“All you had to do was ask, Muhurua.”

His finger was back, and when he slid it between her folds, Delana closed her eyes and moaned. So good. But she needed more. Before she could ask for what she needed, he slid his finger up and down again, coating it in her juices before going to her opening. “Look at me,” he commanded.

As soon as her eyes popped open, he slid his finger home.

He was a big man, with big hands, and big fingers. He slid it all the way in, then out again, curling his finger up to stroke her just right. When he pulled out the third time, he paused for a moment, then nipped her lower belly before sliding a second finger inside her.

Gasping, she tried to keep still, but the pleasure rushing through her had her arching her back, and a needy whimper slipping past her lips. Already she was close to orgasm, and she had yet to touch him. He bit her belly harder, making her jump, but then he stroked her clit with the pad of his thumb, and the sting was nothing more than an added level of pleasure coursing through her. “Khet, please,” she moaned when he did it again.

His hot breath teased at her damp skin, making her nipples pucker. A few inches lower, and she would shatter. He licked his lips again, then stroked the patch of pink skin where he’d bitten her with his tongue. “Are you ready for me to taste you yet, Delana?” The gravelly tone of his voice had her heart racing, and her wolf pushing forward.

Her clit throbbed, the pulse centered there making it impossible to concentrate on anything but him as he brought his lips closer and closer. A possessive growl rumbled in his throat as he took a deep breath. Desperate, she tried to thrust up, but he grinned at her and held her where he wanted her. His hot breath fanned her, and still he waited.

“Yes, I’m ready. I’m so ready.”

With a moan, he lowered his mouth to her. The first stroke of his tongue over her clit had a desperate half-moan, half-sigh rushing past her lips. She wasn’t going to last long. He moved the hand he’d held her hips down with around her. Cupping her ass, he pulled her hips higher, giving him all the access he wanted. He growled against her, making her pussy clench around his fingers as he stroked in and out. It was too much, yet not enough. Tunneling her fingers through his hair, she tugged hard, which only had his tongue lashing at her clit faster and harder. His fingers plunged and retreated over and over, each time curling up to stroke that sensitive flesh.

Her legs quivered as she climbed higher and higher. Her moans filled the room, but she didn’t care. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anything more, Khet grazed the sides of her clit with his teeth, then sucked it between his lips. He didn’t go soft, or easy. The strong pulls on her clit had her writhing beneath him. Her moans became one long, drawn out cry as the pleasure washed over her, carrying her away.

The sounds of Delana’s pleasure echoed in Khet’s mind. Her hands still fisted his hair, and the taste of her coated his tongue. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. He’d intended to give her body pleasure and then leave. But damn if he wasn’t too weak—too selfish—to do even that. The beast inside him clamored for release. It wanted Delana with a ferocity that rivaled his own. Khet took another deep breath, inhaling her scent, etching it into his soul. He slowed his fingers, drawing out her pleasure.

“Khet,” she gasped as she relaxed into the mattress.

“Tell me to leave, Muhurua. Right now. Tell me to go,” he pleaded even as he nuzzled her tender flesh.

She lifted her head and looked down at him, her brows drawn, confusion shining in her eyes. “No. I don’t want you to go. I want you—all of you.” Her voice held all the conviction his spirit did not.

Khet rested his forehead on her lower belly, shoving the beast back. There was no way he would be able to deny her when every part of him wanted her just as much. He would control it. Keep it leashed. Then once he was gone, and as far from his mate as he could get, he would give it freedom and let the darkness swallow him whole. It was the only way he’d survive the separation.

When he lifted his head again, she was still looking at him, uncertainty shining in her eyes. He crawled up her body, covering her. Resting his weight on his elbows, he pressed into her. Her breath hitched, then with a glint in her eyes, she reached around him and cupped his ass, giving him a little squeeze before bringing her hands to the front. Her fingers twisted behind the snap. A moment later, she had his pants undone, and the zipper all the way down.

Groaning, he waited. She slipped her fingers inside, trying to get them around his girth, but his cock was too full. There was no room behind the denim even for her small hand. He lowered his mouth to hers and moaned when she opened up to him again. So trusting. If only she knew of the monster lurking just below the surface, eating at his soul.

When she couldn’t wrap her fingers around him, she pulled at the material, tugging at it until it slipped past his ass, and at the front, his cock sprung free. She thrust up against him, and it was all he could do to keep from spreading her open and slamming into her. The beast wanted hard. It wanted fast. It demanded now.

Delana grunted as she used her hands and her feet to get his pants past his knees. The move had her legs spread wide, and his cock pressed against her spread pussy, making them both moan. Rather than continue, she left his jeans where they were and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Now, Khet. Take me,” she begged as she rocked against him. She brought her lips to his shoulder, scraping her pointed canines against his flesh. The sensation had need whipping down his spine and into his cock, making it twitch hard.

He couldn’t speak as the beast rose to the surface. It’s gravelly voice chanting in Khet’s mind as it had at the camp. Demanding.
Take. Mate. Mine. Now.

A growl, much more feminine than his own, tore through Delana. With one hand, she gripped his hair and met his gaze. “Whatever you have, I can take it,” she told him before she crushed his lips with hers. Her tongue invaded his mouth. She rubbed her pussy up and down his shaft, taking the pleasure she wanted from him.

With a groan, he lifted his hips, positioned himself, and slid the head of his cock inside. Her channel couldn’t take him, it was too tight, but he couldn’t stop. He paused for a moment, then pushed in another inch.

“Khet,” she moaned, her body tight as she clung to him. She brought her lips to his neck, and again, his cock jerked. One bite. That’s all it would take to mark him as hers.

Her fingernails dug into his back, and she gasped when he pushed more inside. He had to stop. He would hurt her, but the beast wouldn’t relinquish its hold.

Delana whimpered against him before she opened her mouth and pinched his skin between her teeth. “Now, Khet. All the way,” she demanded.

With a groan, he lost the battle and plunged all the way into her. Fire raced through him, making every nerve ending in his body sing. White hot pulses of pleasure shot down his spine and into his cock. He didn’t dare move. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop until he’d taken everything and filled her with his seed.

Her teeth scraped his neck again, and he moaned. The throbbing in his cock intensified until he couldn’t think past the pleasure of being inside her body.

The beast’s litany grew louder and louder until Khet couldn’t hear anything but the sound of its voice in his head. The pounding need of the beast fuelled his own. He pulled his hips back and thrust forward—hard.

Delana’s legs tensed around him, but he couldn’t stop. He needed to bury himself deep inside her. Mark her so that no other male ever came near her again. His teeth pointed, and before he could stop it, his mouth was poised at her neck. He drove into her, pulled his cock most of the way out, then shoved all the way in over and over.

Her frantic cries drove the beast forward, taking her, everything she had to give, and still he could not stop. He slammed into her over and over. Her fingers dug furrows into his shoulders, the pain driving the beast faster.

“Yes, Khet, yes,” she moaned as she met his thrusts.

The breathy sound of his name on her lips pushed him past reason. With a groan, he bit down on her neck. The copper taste of her blood on his taste buds had the beast inside him howling. It wanted more. It wanted all of her. He drove harder, deeper, until the muscles gripping his cock trembled and squeezed over and over, shoving him over the edge. Pleasure exploded through him as he filled her with his seed, marking her forever as his. When he released her, he threw his head back and roared.

Khet stood at the village center waiting. Watching. It had been two days since he’d marked Delana. Two days since he’d allowed himself to see her. He would never forget the hurt in her eyes when he told her he was leaving, but he’d had no choice. The beast had wrested control from him at a time when Delana had been most vulnerable. It was a miracle he hadn’t hurt her, or worse. He wouldn’t take that chance again.

His spine tingled long before she came into view, yet it hadn’t prepared him for the pain in his gut when her gaze roamed over him and then moved on. With her chin tilted up, she crossed the village center to sit with a young male on a blanket in the shade of a huge oak. Fire churned inside him, and he’d taken a few steps toward them when a hand came up, slapping him in the chest.

“You’ve hurt her enough. I won’t let you keep doing it,” Joss said as he stepped in front of him.

“Get out of my way.”

“Like hell, I will. You’re a fucking bastard for marking her and leaving her, and I’d rather die trying to keep you from her than watch you destroy her. She deserves better.”

Khet couldn’t stop the growl from erupting from his throat. He took a step forward, baring his teeth. The fact that Joss was right didn’t matter. That he was her brother was of no consequence. If Joss stood in his way, Khet would remove him. Another male was close to Delana, and the beast was furious. Energy sizzled in his right palm, warming his flesh.

Joss’s eyes widened, but he stood his ground.

A sharp cough to his right, followed by a deep grunt were the only things keeping him from using the weapon he’d created in his hand. Wesken glared at him, then growled. Not a gentle warning. No, it was all sharp teeth and menace. With a snap of his head, Wesken ordered him to follow.

As soon as they were away from the village center, Wesken had him pinned to the nearest building, his face no more than an inch away. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Khet didn’t struggle. There was no point. “She’s sitting with another male.”

“Have you changed your mind?” The man’s forearm pressed hard against Khet’s windpipe. A human, or even one of the Komoro wolves, wouldn’t have survived.

He glared at his pack brother. If he could stay and be the mate she deserved, he would. If he wasn’t risking her life just by allowing her near him when the creature inside him demanded freedom every second of every fucking day, then maybe he could think about a future with his mate. But the beast inside him hadn’t died as it had for his brothers. The relentless battle for his soul ate what little goodness he had left inside him. And when—not if—the beast succeeded in claiming his very spirit, no one would be safe, least of all Delana. “No, I haven’t changed my mind.”