Wolf in Plain Sight (5 page)

The others were convinced he had to know a lot about pleasing a woman, as old as he was. That he had to know dark, ancient techniques when only a look could make their flesh burn for him. But she’d never actually heard of him taking a lover.

The only thing he inspired in Pia was a major case of the willies.

For one thing, the man never smiled. His mouth was beautiful, perfectly symmetrical, curved at the corners like he’d been a man who smiled a lot—while he’d lived. Sitting in his study in his large, leather armchair, the center of his mouth had formed a straight line. Betraying no hint of emotion, he’d talked about the human who served as the only impediment to the Masters’ plan to extend their reach into southern Florida.

And his dark eyes never seemed to blink. She’d stared transfixed the few times she’d been in his presence, waiting for him to lower his lids or do something that would make him seem the least bit—well, human…like.

“So, if he’s such a problem, why don’t Dylan or Quentin handle him?” she’d asked, after gathering her courage.

“They are our diplomats. They must remain blameless. Besides, their wives care about this human.”

“Do they know you’re sending someone?”

“Yes, that’s why I offered you the option of seducing him.” He waved a negligent hand. “Otherwise, I’d have said, turn him or kill him.”

“Oh.” She looked down at her hands and realized she was clutching them together so tightly her knuckles were white. She unclasped them and wiped off the sweat from her palms onto her slacks.

Raising her gaze, she found him watching her curiously, like a bug beneath a microscope, his palms pressed together and fingers steepled under his chin.

She took a deep breath. “Do they know I’m the one you want to send?”

“They are not to be apprised of my plan,” he said, his words clipped. “They don’t even know things are already underway. It’s best this way.”

“Quentin might not be too happy to see me,” she said, working her way up to broaching the subject that really bothered her about this assignment.

“Quentin has softened since his marriage. I doubt he still holds a grudge.”

If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn there was a smile in his voice. “Well, if you’re certain I’m right for this job…”

“You’ll be perfect,” he’d said, his gaze boring holes into her. “Try seduction…first.”

With her ass
in the air and Max’s lips trailing kisses across her bottom, Pia wondered who was doing the seducing here.

When his tongue laved the hot skin of her swollen labia, she forgot about Navarro, forgot about her assignment. Her whole world narrowed to the glide of Max’s talented tongue.

He licked and fluttered, teasing her with shallow inward strokes that had her lifting her bottom to follow the motion. “I need more. This is torture,” she said, her voice sounding thin to her own ears.

His response was to blow a stream of cooling air over her, and then he pressed apart her lips to direct another cool stream at her opening.

Her thighs and buttocks trembled with her excitement. “Max! I thought this was going to be fast.”

“It will be,” he murmured. “Are you complaining?” His lips closed over her hooded clitoris, sucked and released.

She released a shaky breath. “’Course not,” she grumbled. “You’d just go slower.”

“Smart girl. Are you ready for a new adventure?” The pointed tip of his tongue dipped into her anus.

She yelped in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t like that?” His tongue fluttered like the wing of a butterfly.

“That’s not the point.” She groaned. Was he trying to thoroughly embarrass her?

“That was
the point
—shall I prove it to you again?”

“Why don’t you go back to being tall, dark, and mute?”

“So you’re saying you’re ready?”

Was this a trick question? “Uh…yes…”

“Finally.” His hands left her rump, and he shifted on the mattress. Then she heard his feet hitting the floor.

“Where are you going?” she asked, rising up to glance over her shoulder.

His back was to her as he bent to remove his boots. “I’m taking off the rest of my clothes.”

She blushed and looked away. She’d forgotten he still wore boots and blue jeans. While she’d been naked as a newborn for the last hour, he’d been half-clothed. She buried her face again to the sound of his soft laughter.

Then the mattress dipped, and she braced herself, her body already shivering in anticipation of his touch.

His hands settled on her buttocks, and he silently encouraged her to come to her knees, raising her bottom higher into the air.

Pia buried her hot face into the bedding, a little embarrassed he could see everything—including proof of her overwhelming arousal trickling down her thighs.

Then his tongue lapped the cream seeping from her pussy. His moan vibrated against her sensitive flesh, and her trembling grew stronger. His fingers spread her folds, sliding inside once, before something broad and heavy pressed into her entrance.

And that was only the beginning of the wonderful sensations that left her breathless with need.

Below, his blunt, calloused fingers circled her clitoris as his cock eased deeper into her vagina. Above, fingers teased the second little orifice, circling then dipping inside.

Pia’s body quaked on the edge of release. “Oh Max,” she moaned, as she rubbed her aching nipples on the nubby fabric of his comforter. “Deeper, please. Please, Max. Deeper!”

“Give me the words, baby,” he said, his voice raspy as his shallow thrusts built a fire inside her.

She had to tell him? Did he want whole paragraphs? “Damn you! This sex talk is new for me.”

“Shall I stop?” He rotated his hips, circling his cock inside her.

“What do you want me to say?” she asked, the words coming out in a rush.

“Tell me what would please you—what you want to feel.”

“That’s easy. I want your cock deeper inside me.”

“Is that all?”

“No,” her breath caught on a sob. “Your fingers. Fuck my ass with your fingers. Please. If you don’t mind.”

“Mind? Ask me anything.”

“I just did! Fuck me with your fingers!”

“Oh baby, keep talking to me.” His strokes grew longer, reaching deeper. His fingers tunneled in and out, keeping rhythm with his hips. “Christ, you feel so good. Hot, tight. Your cunt’s soaking wet.”

“It’s for you,” she moaned.

His thrusts were harder now.

“Please, just like that! Fuck me hard, Max.”

“Can you take more?” he asked, his voice harsh, strained. “I want my balls snuggled up to your clit.”

“Give me all of you, Max. Please, pound my pussy!”

His chuckle sounded strained. “Pound my pussy?”

“So, I told you I’m new to this. Just do it, buster!”

He growled and his teeth closed on her shoulder, not piercing her skin, but hard enough to bruise. His taut belly slapped her bottom with the force of his movements. Harder, sharper, faster.

Pia went wild, jerking her hips back to slam against his belly, taking him as deep as her vagina would allow. “Oh, that hurts so good. Damn, you’re big. I love your big cock.”

“Wiggle on it. Just a little.”

Pia lost control, egged on with his encouragement, slamming backward, her hips jerking.

“Oh baby, I can’t wait.” His hand settled between her shoulder blades, and he pressed her chest down to the mattress. “I’m gonna come.” Another finger joined the two pumping in her ass. Then he hammered faster.

“Can’t talk. Can’t breathe. Faster! Oooh!” Pia felt her orgasm rush over her like a firestorm, sucking the wind from her lungs, flashes of color bursting behind her tightly shut eyelids. “Yes, yes!” she chanted, until she could only moan as he delivered the final, powerful thrusts.

He folded over her back, both of them raised in the middle by the hummock of pillows. He kissed her shoulder and murmured, “Pound my pussy?”

She dug her elbow backward into his ribs. “See if I ever talk dirty again.”

His arms closed around her, and he hugged her tightly. “Baby, I don’t mean to tease you.”

“Don’t you?”

“Well yeah, but not in a mean way. It was pretty funny.” He shifted over, dragging her off the pillows, but keeping the connection with her body. He settled on his side, her body spooned with his.

With his arm as her pillow, Pia felt her eyelids dip. She’d been truly fucked and fondled to the edge of her endurance. And vamps had a lot of that—endurance. She smiled softly at the thought that Max might be her match. And he was a human…

Just a quick nap, she thought, and then I’ll take care of business. Her mouth opened wide around a yawn. The last thing she remembered was the feel of his hands cupping her breasts, and she slept.

*

Max woke to
find that Pia hadn’t moved an inch. She still lay inside the circle of his arms, her rump snuggled against his groin. His cock appreciated the soft pillowy mounds as it rubbed against her. He squeezed her breast, but she didn’t stir. While disappointed she didn’t wake, a primal satisfaction made him smile—he’d exhausted her.

His hands glided over the shallow indentation of her waist and lowered to the womanly swell of her hips. She was a tiny thing, really. He wondered how she’d taken him. Not that he’d given her much choice. He’d ravaged her body, inside and out.

Pia would have pleased him if she’d simply given him release—but she’d done so much more. The tension that had knotted his body was gone, melting beneath the rays of her warm, womanly smile, her lusty appetite, and the funny things she said. In the light of day, would she change toward him? He hoped not. He wanted her again.

Glancing over his shoulder, he gauged the hour by the gray, morning light sifting between the blinds. Dawn was breaking.

Deciding to close them and let her sleep a while longer, he rolled out of the bed and padded to the window.

An indrawn hiss sounded behind him. He swung around to see something like steam rising from a stripe of skin on Pia’s shoulder where the sunlight touched her. She whimpered and reached a hand to cover her shoulder.

He flipped the blinds closed and stood stock-still. The stripe sizzled, red and blistered.

Fucking hell!
A vamp was in his bed. Sweet Pia was a goddamn vamp bitch!

A chill wrapped around his heart, and he slowly walked around the bed, staring.

Deceptively innocent, her face was as soft and beautiful as an angel’s. A dark angel.

Her eyes were closed, her breath so slow and shallow he could barely tell she breathed. She’d cried out in her sleep.

When had she planned to take him? If he hadn’t loved her to sleep, would she have nuzzled her sweet mouth against his neck and bitten when he’d been so close to orgasm he didn’t care? Or would she have drained him dry while her mouth closed over his cock?

Now, she’d never get the chance.

Although his stomach churned at the thought, he knew what he had to do. Pia’s fate had been decided the instant she’d died the first time. All he could do now was send her soul to hell along with the rest of the demons who’d made her and her kind.

Damn her for getting under his skin.

Bending, he dragged his duffel from beneath the bed and slid open the zipper. He dug inside until his hand closed around warm, smooth wood. He pulled the stake from the bag and straightened.

His chest rose and fell swiftly as he fought anger and disappointment. This was his calling, what he lived to do. That the most appealing woman he’d met in a long time was one of them ate a hole in his gut.

He reached out and gently rolled her on her back.

She didn’t wake—not a flutter of an eyelash or a sleepy murmur.

He climbed onto the bed and straddled her body, moving stealthily so as not to jar her awake. He’d observed enough vamps at rest to know they slept like the dead. Pia was no exception.

And he’d make no exception for her. Careful not to note the sweet curves of her breasts, or the dimple he’d promised himself to explore, he closed his mind to her spicy scent and the feel of her butter-soft skin between his thighs. Better to get this over with quickly. He traced an X above her heart with the tip of the stake, drawing two thin lines of blood to mark the spot.

Then holding the stake with both hands, he raised it high above his head. He drew in a deep breath. A shudder racked his naked body. Every muscle in his arms, back and shoulders shook as he fought himself. This was the right thing to do. Every demon deserved death.

But the bloody X looked obscene against her milk-white skin. His belly clenched at the thought of looking into her startled eyes the moment she disintegrated into dust. He couldn’t do it.

Slowly, he lowered the stake and tossed it on the mattress beside her. He’d let her find it when she awoke. If she were smart, she’d make damn sure they never crossed paths again.

*