She went to turn towards him but he seized her hips, holding her in place. He brushed his palms over her backside and ghosted them down her thighs. He might have stopped her from moving, but he wouldn’t stop her from asking the question that balanced on the tip of her tongue.
“When was the last time you got laid?”
His bright violet gaze lifted to her face. “A few days ago.”
She scowled at him, blood heating, and then realised he was talking about doing the dirty with her.
“Before that,” she said, and when he looked as if he didn’t want to answer, she tacked on, “Indulge me.”
“That is exactly what I want to do.” His smile was mischievous as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the left cheek of her bottom, slowly easing her leathers lower. “But you seem intent on stopping me with all these questions.”
She gave him a look that demanded he tell her, or he wouldn’t get to indulge her in the way he wanted.
He sighed as he dropped to his knees behind her and worked on her boots, his gaze straying to her backside from time to time. “Too long. Work keeps me busy.”
She shrugged and pulled a face as she kicked her first boot aside while he worked on her other one. “Same here.”
He looked relieved to hear that, and terribly as if he was about to ask her to elaborate on how long was too long. She kicked her other boot off. She had the feeling that his definition of too long was far longer than hers, and didn’t want him to know that, so she distracted him.
Wiggled her butt in his face as she bent forwards to remove her leathers.
It worked, had his gaze falling to her bottom and a groan falling from his lips as he eyed her.
To make sure he definitely forgot what they had been talking about, she sashayed her hips as she stepped out of her trousers and said, “I have sexier underwear.”
His mouth fell open. Snapped closed. His eyes darted to hers, dark with hunger.
“I want to see it.”
She bet he did. “Be a good boy and you will.”
He rose to his feet in one sexy, fluid motion and clutched her hips as he pressed his front to her back, as he brought his mouth to her ear and whispered into it. “I can be very good.”
He lowered his mouth to her shoulder and kissed it again. Her eyes slipped shut as he pressed his hips forwards and slipped his hands over the front of her hips.
“I can also be very wicked,” he purred against her skin. “Do you have a preference?”
Boy, did she.
“Wicked,” she panted and arched against him, pressed her hands to the black wall and moaned as he rubbed between her buttocks. She wanted wicked like she had never wanted it before, craved it and him.
Hartt softly chuckled and kissed her shoulder, shifted his hands to the apex of her thighs and teased her through the lace of her panties. She had wanted to chastise him for finding her desperate need of him so amusing, but it died on her lips and came out as a moan as he slipped one hand beneath the material and into her soft folds to tease her bud.
“Gods,” she muttered, unable to hold it back as she clung to the wall.
He swept his lips down over her shoulder as he eased back, as he stroked and tormented her, had anticipation building inside her as her mind raced, thoughts spinning. His gaze seared her as he raked it down her back, ignited fire in her veins.
That fire became an inferno when Hartt tore her panties from her, when the soft rustle of material hitting the floor reached her ears, and he pulled her hips back. Dampness bloomed between her thighs, an aching need forming there that had her raising her hips, eager for him to fill her.
He didn’t make her wait.
She shuddered and moaned as the blunt tip of his shaft pressed between her thighs and he sank deep into her in one swift thrust. His front pressed to her back and he growled as he caught her under her right thigh, lifted her leg and angled his hips. He drove her into the wall with a brutal plunge of his cock.
Mackenzie turned her head and pressed her cheek to the wall, sank against it as he took her, as he pounded into her, as wild and desperate as she felt. She groaned with each meeting of their bodies, her breath sawing from her as the ache condensed, as it boiled down into a tight ball of need inside her that had her rocking against him, lost to sensation.
She cried out as release rolled over her, as it hit her out of nowhere and sent fire sweeping through her.
A moan fell from her lips as he slammed to the hilt inside her, as he throbbed and spilled hot seed, his fast breaths skimming across her back. Rather than loosening his hold on her thigh and hip, he tightened it instead.
Another moan slipped from her as he moved inside her, long and leisurely thrusts that roused the heat and hunger again, had it slowly rising within her to overshadow the haze of her climax. She waited for him to stop, expecting him to be spent, but he didn’t, and satisfaction hummed in her veins as she felt how hard he still was and grew aware they weren’t done.
That satisfaction morphed into a dark beast as he kept things slow, stoking her need of him. A need that rapidly grew and began to rip control from her, tearing it down to allow a feral and primal urge to fill her.
That urge made her want to growl and claw at him when he pulled out of her, to snarl at him for denying her what she wanted. The hunger to lash out at him was swift to abate as he turned her, as he lifted her and filled her. She groaned as she wrapped her legs around his bare hips, as he gripped her backside and thrust into her, faster now.
Mackenzie cupped his nape with her left hand, pressed her right one to his hard chest and stared into his eyes as he moved inside her, sent her soaring higher. Hunger shone in his violet irises, echoed that need that beat within her. His lips parted, revealing a hint of fang, and a sharp thrill bolted through her, tinged with the barest trickle of fear. She stared at his mouth as she worked her body against his, as she stretched for another release that seemed just beyond her reach.
A release she felt sure would never come, not unless she satisfied the more primal part of her, the side of her that was aching now she had seen his fangs were down, was ravenous with a need of his bite.
With a hunger to stake a claim on him.
Hartt’s gaze fell to her throat, his lips parting further as he panted, as his eyes grew laser sharp. She swore she could feel the need in him—his dark need to claim her too.
His chest heaved with every panted breath, strained as he tensed in her arms, as his thrusts grew more frantic and his eyebrows drew down, knitting into a hard frown. She could sense the fight in him, a battle he waged for her sake, when there was really no need. She wanted this, had been prepared for it before she had kissed him.
She had known where that kiss would lead them.
He edged his head forwards, and then reared back, his gaze leaping to collide with hers.
“Last chance,” he croaked, disappointment and desperation lacing his deep voice.
He thought she would use this out he had kindly given her, and at the same time he was desperate for her not to take it.
He didn’t have to worry.
She palmed his nape and drew him towards her, angled her head up to the other side and shivered as he dropped his lips to her throat and kissed it. He wasn’t the only one who wanted this. Needed it. She needed it more than he would ever know.
She moaned as his fangs lightly scraped over her skin, braced herself and waited.
Wanted to growl all over again when rather than biting her as he wanted, taking what she had offered to him, he lifted his head and pressed his cheek to hers. He began thrusting again, each delicious plunge of his length into her sending heat curling through her veins, fire that tried to turn her thoughts to ashes.