3. Maya

3

Maya

I was bluffing. I didn't know how to do hard and fast. I didn't know how to do soft and slow either. I just knew that his eyes couldn't stay away from me, and my heart hadn't settled since the moment I saw him.

This choice was the first time I was ever certain about anything. I wanted Rhyson. I was never going to see him again, and only he would know the truth.

A secret. I had so few of them, but I desperately wanted this one. I needed a memory.

And Rhyson of Summerset would do nicely.

His hands skimmed over my skin, and I couldn't control my breathing. When he leaned in, my body started to quiver.

"Changing your mind?" he asked quietly as his hands pushed up my t-shirt. In response, I removed the garment completely and licked my lips. I didn't trust myself to say anything. Maybe I would say that I've changed my mind, or maybe I would beg for more.

He was excellent at taking my mind off things.

Instead, I grabbed his shirt and tried to tug it off him. It was difficult at our different heights, but if he thought my seduction techniques were awkward, he didn't let on. Instead, he lifted his arms so I could pull his shirt off.

Most shifters were well-muscled. It took energy and strength to transform, so the sight of his six-pack was no surprise, but the scars were. Shifters tended to heal so quickly that scars barely formed, but he had a deep scar that ran from his shoulder across his chest, matching the one on his eyebrow.

"Do you need me to put my shirt back on?" he asked in a low voice.

Reaching up, I traced my finger over the scar. I wanted to ask how it happened, but then, I had my own scars. They weren't as deep as his, and in this low light, hopefully he wouldn't see them, but if he did, I didn't want him to ask any questions. So I shook my head in answer to his and lifted my chin back up to him.

With a snarl that sent fear all the way down to my toes, he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me. Shocked, I opened my mouth, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss with a sweep of his tongue. When he pulled back, his eyes flashed gold, and my stomach flipped.

"Your taste. Your smell. There's something…" Grabbing my chin, he examined me closely before he leaned down to kiss me again. This time, there was no fear, just the anticipation of how he was going to make me feel. I moaned and grabbed the waistband of his pants. After unbuttoning the fly and lowering the zipper, I searched out his cock. His length didn't surprise me. It was hardly the first erect cock I'd ever seen, but it was the first I'd ever touched, and the heat of him made me shiver.

Rhyson grunted and pushed into my hand. Instinctively, I closed my fist around it. He grabbed me again and ripped my hand away. "If you learn anything tonight, it is that you do not touch me without permission. You want to fist my cock, then you ask for it, sweetheart. You beg for it."

My mouth dropped open at that, and he released me and gave me a cocky grin. "Well?"

"May I touch you, Alpha?"

"Close," he grunted. "Try again."

"Please let me touch you," I whispered. "I want to make you feel good."

"Better." Grabbing my hand, he licked the palm and placed it on his cock. "Fist me tightly. Get me nice and hard for you."

Leaning down again, he pressed my mouth against his and bit my bottom lip. His kiss grew more aggressive, and he broke it only to rip the shirt off me. Naked and wide-open for this stranger, I wondered if I would succumb to my wolf's skittish nature and run. He continued to fuck himself into my hand as he looked down at me. His hands skimmed down the column of my neck, and I waited to see if he would close his hands around me and squeeze. I'd seen some monsters in my time, and I had a feeling that Rhyson was the most dangerous wolf I'd ever seen, and here I was, willingly stripped naked in front of him.

Had I lost my fucking mind? He could kill me in this hotel room. Nobody knew where I was. Hell, after what happened tonight, I suspected that nobody would care.

His hands didn't even pause as they made their way down my collarbone and over the swell of my breasts. I moaned involuntarily as they traced over my nipple.

Rhyson froze and a feral growl burst forth from him as he suddenly grabbed my hips and pulled. I didn't even have time to shriek as my body fell back against the couch cushions and my head nestled between the seats. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, and his mouth descended.

And when I did scream, it wasn't from fear.

Electrified pleasure shot through me as his tongue plunged into my pussy. It had only ever been touched by my hand, and the feel of the warmth and heat of his tongue left me dazed and so far out of my element I couldn't even control my own actions.

"This fucking taste," Rhyson growled before he sank his teeth into my thigh. "You're honey."

I moaned helplessly as his tongue curved over my clit, and I jerked my hips to meet it. "Wait," I gasped.

His head paused. "Why?"

"I'm going to…it's going to be over…"

"Hard and fast. That's what you wanted, and don't worry. For this, I'm going to get hard again quickly. You're going to be mine until sunup." His eyes were practically gold as he stared at me. "Come on my tongue, Maya. I want to taste all of you."

Swallowing hard, I nodded and closed my eyes, arching my back off the couch as he fucked me with his tongue. Everything was so intense and a little terrifying, and when I exploded, I rose into the air.

Literally.

The wolf picked me up and I flew, my body limp from my orgasm, until I dropped onto something soft.

A mattress.

A moment later, Rhyson joined me. He'd shucked off his pants and was completely naked as he spread his body on top of mine and kissed me. I could taste my own juices on his tongue, and as his cock nestled between my thighs, I whimpered under him.

"Hungry for more," he grunted and slid his tongue over my nipple. Lifting his body, he slid the palm of his hand between my thighs. "We're going to make a fucking mess tonight, aren't we? Fuck, you're already wet for me."

I was. Despite an orgasm that had rocked me to my core, I wanted more than just his mouth. I wanted to feel his entire length inside of me.

I wanted to make him feel good.

"Fuck me," I whispered as I bravely raked my fingernails over his chest. "Please."

"That's a foul mouth you have on you, Maya. Let's see if I can make you scream that word." His eyes brightened to gold as he settled back between my legs and guided his cock into me.

Lifting my knees, I licked my lips as my body shifted, trying to make room for him. I had an assortment of vibrators, but none of them felt quite like this.

None of them felt like him.

Rhyson stopped, his chest heaving as his breaths became loud grunts. "You're a goddamn glove around me," he whispered heavily.

"I can take more."

"You're going to take it all, sweetheart." Leaning down, he kissed me hard as he pulled my hands over my head, withdrew his cock, and pushed into me deeper several more times, until with a harsh snarl, he plunged into me.

He was right. He could make me scream that word.

"Goddammit." He barely gave me time to breathe as he pulled out and thrust back in.

Hard and fast. Just like I'd asked. Just like he'd promised.

We were both on fire, sweaty and moaning as he fucked me into the bed. Sheets tangled around us, and pillows fell off the bed as he pulled my legs up and over him and fucked me even deeper. I came twice more, digging my nails into his back until I was certain that I'd made him bleed. His own roar as he flooded me shook the bed.

Lifting himself off me, he roughly turned me flat onto my stomach and collapsed on top of me. His body quivered over mine as his legs spread mine, and he pinned me down like this, breathing heavily into my ear.

He was right again. We'd made a mess. The wet spot under me spread, and I wiggled a little, trying to find a different area of the bed to rest.

His cock hardened, and he swore softly. I froze under him.

"Again," he said through gritted teeth into my ear. "Like this. I want to feel you clench around my cock when I reach around and rub that sweet little clit of yours."

"Fuck," I whimpered.

"Close. Say it again. Just like before. Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me."

His cock slid into me, and I held on for dear life.