Chapter Six

Maxom

I watched her from the shadows, warming a beer I wasn't going to drink anyway. I never did drink, not on nights when I was hunting. And Maddie Sutcliff was worth hunting for.

Her filmy see-through dress that drew every eye in the room parted at the apex of her thighs, and every time she swirled around on the dance floor with her crazy ass friend, her dress lifted to play a game of peek-a-fucking-boo with pale, toned legs. The stripes of a garter belt framed her flesh, the darkness between her thighs creating a constant torment that ripped through my blood. I shoved my other hand in my pocket, fisting my fingers, refusing to touch myself.

Remember why you're here, Dietrich.

Finally her friend broke away and headed for the bar while Maddie kept dancing. More than one guy approached her but she knocked them all away, sidestepping grasping hands. One football jock sidled up to her, slipping a wandering hand up around her breast. She stopped dancing and flared up at him, her lips moving, though I doubted anyone could hear what she said. The kid backed off, his hands raised, muttering what I thought might be apologies.

I grinned over the lip of my beer, running my tongue around its warmed edge while my blood slowly simmered. Damn, she was a sight. Another pair of hands grabbed at her body, sliding along her thighs, not taking her blatant fuck off vibe as a hint, and I'd had enough. I pushed away from the wall, slamming the warm beer down.

She was my target.

Mine.

And if she wanted torment, I could give that to her right now.

Sporting a raging hard-on that thankfully couldn't be seen under the lights, I watched her twist away. That twirling sidestep should've been on a court, not a dance floor.

The girl has a great defense, but can she tackle my offense?

All too easily I slid between humping bodies into the space at her back. The dude she already rejected stared at me for a long moment, his lip curled. I held his gaze until another set of hands raised as he backed away, too. From me, this time, not her.

I slipped right into her body, grasping around her waist. My thumbs brushed beneath the swell of her heavy breasts as I pulled her back into my chest. My cock lined up perfectly to push between the globes of her ass cheeks, nestling there. She froze for a second, then my little wildcat returned in force.

Maddie twisted and scraped her knuckles across mine, leaving an unpleasant sensation over the backs of my hands. On someone else it might be enough to make an attacker let go, but tonight she was shit out of luck.

"That little move won't work with me, Sutcliff," I murmured into her ear, flicking my tongue out to taste her cheek. Sweat, strawberries, and a hint of vodka.

She came ready for a party tonight. Pity I got in the road of whatever happily ever after she sold herself heading into the frat house.

Maddie stilled, and I took the opportunity to pull her a little closer until there wasn't a breath of air between our bodies. She trembled and I could have sworn she arched into me, her body reacting to mine as I held her.

My hand slipped between her breasts, coasting along her collarbone and throat to catch her jaw and applying pressure there until her head tipped back. "Are we still playing a game?"

Music pounded inside my head as my heart beat for her. My lips hovered over hers until we shared the same air. Bodies jostled us but I held her tight, ignoring the swelling crowd. Her gaze connected with mine, her pupils blown so wide they almost obliterated the color until they looked black. I ground my aching cock against her cherry-shaped ass cheeks, begging myself for control so I didn't shove aside that filmy dress and punch balls-deep into her liquid heat.

When she didn't fight me I left my hand curled around her jaw, the heel of it resting over her throat in the lightest form of a threat. Gripping her hip with my other hand, I swayed my body against hers, showing her what I wanted. Her gaze still locked on mine, her body softened under my touch. Arousal shot straight to my cock, thickening my length against her sumptuous curves.

Her glossy, scarlet lips parted, promising me all the sin I could eat in one night. I could have feasted on her and never be sated.

My hand curled around her hips, pushing her back on my cock until the gown dipped between her breasts while the material worked its way into her crack, taking me with her.

"Fuck," I rasped, barely able to think let alone function around her.

And earn her scream.

It seemed like a simple challenge, but she put up more fight than I expected.

I traced my tongue over the inside of her lips, sliding my fingers from her hip to the short hem of her dress. Material swirled around her legs as I brushed my fingers over her clit, her satin panties already damp. I gathered her juices, smearing them over the smooth fabric. She moaned a little, opening her thighs to me as I stroked her so gently, lifting her arousal until she arched back against me.

Fuck, I'll blow right here.

I wrestled with my own need, letting hers override my pleasure, for now. "When will you give me that scream you promised?" I whispered against her lips.

Her head tilted back against my shoulder, the picture of perfect submission amidst a group of horny college students. I didn't care if they watched. I didn't care if they saw her come on my fingers. And right now, it looked like she didn't, either.

I swirled my finger over her clit, feeling a little bud fatten and swell beneath my touch. Her body stiffened, and a soft, strangled cry elicited from her lips as she drenched her panties and my hand.

She panted softly, her body loose and heavy against mine. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to suck in air, lost in her.

Focusing on her, I kept my mouth exactly where it was over hers, gathering saliva and dripping it into her open mouth. Her soft cry broke me as my cock throbbed. My balls drew tight and by pure determination alone I managed not to come in my pants, the way I made her do on the dance floor in a frat party surrounded by a hundred students who got to see her unravel for me.

Her body trembled, but I held her tight. "I won't let you fall. Not when you came for me so beautifully."

I stroked her throat with my thumb, feeling the muscles contract. Maddie shook her head, closing her mouth to swallow my spit beneath my unspoken command. The whites of her eyes showed as she realized what she just had done, what I did to her. I kept one hand wrapped gently around her throat, molding her to my chest. The other pressed against her stomach.

Someone killed the lights as the Henchmen went on their own personal hunt through the crowd. They had a unique way of dealing out comeuppance at these events, which was why I rarely attended when Lennox and I had a habit of tangling proverbial horns with them.

Revenge, hate, sex … hell, there was even that kid they castrated after he assaulted a girl. None of that mattered to me, but it did give me an idea. I released her throat and stepped back, leaving her wobbling on those heels that made her toned legs look so fucking lickable. I grabbed her hand and hauled her through the crowd, one shoulder dropped forward, refusing to let anything get in my way.

Maddie put up the slightest amount of resistance, but when I squeezed her hand hard, she followed me with no argument.

So fucking submissive.

I loved that about her, how brave she was even when it scared her the most—like going toe to toe with me in the courtyard when I handed out those fliers of her ass cheeks hanging out of her pink pajamas. I'd never been so goddamn jealous of a swatch of material before.

Hell, when I took those pictures, I could almost smell the arousal coating her fingers. I didn't think she remembered that she got herself off as she sang, dancing around her living room with the mike. Watching her finger slide inside that scrap of silk, the wet spot that came after… It was all I had in me not to launch myself through the window, pin her to the ground, and fuck us both senseless.

Keeping the image of her fingering herself in mind, I towed her through the side door of the frat house and into the darkness beyond. A small, unused grove provided a degree of privacy, by design or pure luck. Beyond the thicket, drunken idiots hooted and shouted as the smell of burning rubber and tire screams filled the air, competing with the sound of the muted party behind us.

I had luck on my side. The copse was deserted. I pushed her back against the pool house opposite, shrouded in shadow thrown by the grove's canopy. She gasped, those ruby lips opening to object or rip me a new one. I didn't give her the chance.

She struggled briefly until I pressed my body over hers, using my weight to keep her exactly where I planned, and slammed my mouth over hers, stealing her words, her breath.

Soft moans were the music I fucked her mouth to as I slid my tongue alongside hers, her body pliant, devouring her mouth and stealing her voice. I wouldn't be able to be gentle with her tonight. Fuck it. I wouldn't be gentle with her any night. My skin ached with a need to feel her bare against me while I buried myself in her liquid depths.

She made a tiny, muffled sound I stored away for my personal spank bank, reveling in the softness of her body submitting to mine. Her tongue slipped alongside mine where I dominated her mouth, tasting me. She shifted, gliding her hands along my shoulder blades, pulling me closer.

Fuck me, the little slut likes it.

I kissed her harder and pulled her head back until I bowed over her. Nudging my knee between her thighs, I pressed my hip against the tender flesh I tormented inside the house. Heat radiated onto the top of my thigh as she bore down on me. Small sounds tumbled from her mouth into mine like secrets freely given.

I cupped her shoulders, breaking the kiss, and reared back to stare at her. "Stay. There."

"But—"

"Don't. Fucking. Move." She stilled, though a shudder ran through her as I let my hands trail down to her waist, stopping there. "I've come to claim that scream."