Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Wicked Wednesday 4


~From Asylum, book two in the Sanctuary series


He stood, blocking her escape. “Well, get the fucking coat off before I rip it to shreds.”

She frowningly studied the damage he’d done but looked up quickly at his words. Or his tone. He was never real sure which. Her eyes narrowed, a sure sign she was pissed. He didn’t mind Kimmy pissed, the little spitfire. She turned him on when she fought him. Just like he turned her on when he took command and control. He knew his Kimmy.

“I’m going back to Sanctuary.” She turned her perfect little nose up at him and spun around, like she thought he’d actually let her go.

He smiled, unable to help himself. “Nah, baby. You’re not.” He grabbed a handful of the back of her coat and yanked her against his chest. “You came for this, didn’t you?” He pushed his fingers inside her coat and felt for the hem of her shirt. He skimmed his fingers over her warm belly, then cupped a soft, naked breast.

She squirmed against him, and he bent his knees so her backside wiggled against his hard cock. “Damn you, Elijah. Why do you have to make me so mad?”

“Why do you have to make me so horny?”

“Asshole!”

He squeezed her breast, hard. “Shut up, Kimmy. I’ve got better things for you to do with your mouth than talk. Besides…” With his free hand, he unfastened her jeans, thrusting his hand down inside her thin panties. “We’ve got an audience.”

He found her clit and began rubbing, growling low in his throat when she shuddered against him. She sniffed the air. “Elijah, no! Who?”

“Some bored wolves looking for a quick thrill.” He rubbed faster, getting her little clit so excited that she moaned and melted against him. Kimmy was sex.

Regretfully, he took his hands from her body and started pulling at her clothes. “Let’s get you naked, Kimmy girl. And don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”

She groaned as he pulled her this way and that, until at last she stood bare and shivering in the cold. Her lips were parted, and she panted slightly, not even attempting to hide her body from him or the hidden, watching eyes.

He couldn’t help but stare for a moment. His Kimmy had a body that would make a man do pretty much anything she wanted, but she hadn’t seemed to grasp that little fact yet. She might be a sweet healer, but she’d also admitted long ago that sex was her drug, and she was extremely addicted.

Something about that, knowing that she couldn’t resist, that she had that much need, drove him crazy. And he liked giving her what she needed. Fuck, yeah.

Her nipples hardened, from the cold or his regard—he couldn’t tell and didn’t care. And while he stood staring at her like a kid staring at the most amazing toy he’d ever seen, she turned and ran.

He groaned. Kimmy was so fucking much work. But he couldn’t think of anyone more worth it. Growling to give her warning that he was hot on her trail, he ran after her.

There were certain perks to being the fourth. His Kimmy was one of the biggest and best.

He followed her through the woods, his gaze upon her white backside. “Kimberlyn, stop!”

But her laugh floated to his ears as the fleet-footed tease nimbly dodged trees and low, reaching limbs, laughing, perhaps, at his clumsy and loud pursuit. He crashed through that which she would have danced around, but Kimberlyn, though fast, would never outrun him.

He could have shifted and caught her, but he didn’t need his wolf to catch a single female. After all, she hadn’t shifted.

Breath billowing from him in great clouds, he drew close enough to hear her pants of excitement, of fear. He knew he could be too rough sometimes, but she surely knew there was a line he wouldn’t cross. But Kimmy liked the…fear.

And he knew that was why she provoked him.

Her squeal as he caught her only fueled his passion, and he bore her to the cold ground. “Did you really think you could outrun me?”

Her chest rose and fell as she panted, her wide gaze plastered to his. “Get off me. This ground is hard. And cold.”

He ignored her words, his mind on the way her breasts jiggled slightly, the way they seemed to grow even bigger when she inhaled. Her nipples were stiff red points, just begging for his mouth. He was happy to oblige.

“Logan wouldn’t like this,” she whispered.

He drew her nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the tiny piece of heaven as he sucked. She dug her nails into his shoulders, arching her back, pushing her nipple farther into his mouth.

“God, Elijah!”

His clothes were restrictive, smothering, and he couldn’t wait to tear them off. Letting her nipple pop from his mouth, he rose up on his knees and peeled off his shirt, just as quickly ridding himself of his boots and jeans.
His cock grew larger and heavier beneath her hot regard, and he watched her as he pushed his boxers over his hips. Hearing her gasp when his cock sprang free pleased him, and he grinned down at her.

“What?” he asked.

“I always forget how enormous you are.”

Yeah, he liked to hear it. What man wouldn’t?

She reached for him. “Get down here, Elijah Berry.”

She shifted her legs, and he knelt between them. Just the touch of her skin against his made him hot, so hot.

And the way she looked, all dark red hair, pale skin, those big eyes of hers looking at him like he was the best thing she’d ever seen. Like she wanted him more than anyone else. More than Logan, more than Andrew.

Dammit. He was becoming way too soft. And that wouldn’t do. He was the fucking alpha’s bodyguard. He could snap the head off a werebear. Yet here he was, wondering if this girl wanted him more than she wanted the other two.

If she didn’t now, she soon would. He knew how to push her buttons. Too bad he didn’t have any rope handy. He couldn’t give her that. She had a taste for restraints, did his Kimmy.

But she had a taste for something else, something he could give her.

“Elijah, come here!”

“Be quiet, girl.”

She growled and rose up enough to punch him in the stomach.

Felt like a mosquito bite. He laughed and grabbed her legs, flipping her over to her stomach. For a moment, the sight of her round ass made him forget what he was doing. Damn, but she was one fine-looking woman.

She tried to flip back over and nearly succeeded before he put a knee in the small of her back, effectively holding her right where he wanted her. He rested his weight on his other knee. His big body would have cracked her spine, otherwise.

“Let me up, you fucking animal!”

He swatted her on her quivering ass. He didn’t think he’d smacked her hard, but the red imprint of his hand was clear on the white of her skin.

She shrieked. “Elijah!”

He smacked her again, taking time to give her a quick caress to take the sting out. Or maybe just because he wanted any excuse to touch her magnificent ass. His cock felt like it was going to explode if it didn’t get some relief soon, but he had an iron will. She was going to get a spanking.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t have it coming.


Asylum (Book two in the series)
Sanctuary (Book one in the Series)






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