Raine twisted her body, breaking his suction on her breast. “If you had wanted to show me yesterday, fine. But today... And Liam...” She shook her head. “I said yes to him. I made a promise.”
Nipping at the tight tip of her breast with his teeth until she cried out, he finally released the throbbing nubs. “Fuck Liam. He made you believe he was saving you from Beck. He mindfucked you into thinking he was the only one who could. I’ve saved you for years, Raine. I will always be here to save you. Always.”
The vow in his eyes was fierce, and a tremor passed through her. Without another word, he smoothed his palms over her shoulders, sliding the robe from her body. Naked and more exposed than she ever imagined she could be, Macen wrapped his hands around her narrow waist and lifted her onto the bar. His eyes never left hers as they laid claim to her soul. His nostrils flared, and she could smell her own arousal in the air between them.
“Lay back. I’ve wanted to know the flavor of you on my tongue for a lifetime.”
Chapter 7
She should stop him. She fooled herself into thinking that she could. But Patrón had ripped away his veneer of the passive protector, of civilization. If she’d thought she wanted Macen before, it was nothing compared to the ache he filled her with now that he’d finally, truly kissed her. Maybe a smarter woman would have been able to close off her feelings after the public punishment. But she wasn’t that woman. Right or wrong, she still wanted him, felt him in a huge corner of her heart.
The choice was hers; she knew that. But was there really any question? The man she’d wanted forever was offering her a fantasy. All she had to do was lie back and let him do his worst.
But Liam... Had he really mindfucked her? Had he worked the situation to his advantage to sleep with her? To stab Hammer in the back? Whatever the reason, he’d barely known she existed, beyond trying to extract Hammer’s secrets from her, until two days ago. He didn’t love her. And she didn’t love him.
Hammer would sober up tomorrow and likely regret this. If she gave up her one opportunity to be under him, she’d kick herself for the rest of her life. She was rationalizing, yes. But it all boiled down to her certainty that she’d never be whole without knowing his touch at least once.
“Yes, Sir.” She lay back against the bar and shyly parted her legs a bit, craving his approval.
“Jesus,” he breathed thickly. “Wider. I want your sweet pussy splayed opened just for me so I can breathe you in, taste every drop.”
Her breath caught in her lungs. How long had she dreamed about hearing him command her?
Spreading her legs as wide as she could, exposing every slick fold for his pleasure, she sucked in a quivering gasp as his warm lips hovered just above her swollen pussy.
“Yeah…mine. Look at you, so stunning. I’ve imagined you like this, but now that you’re here... Fuck, my precious one, you’re breathtaking,” he praised. “Don’t come without my permission. You won’t disappoint me.” He raised a sharp brow at her. “Will you?”
Disappoint him? She didn’t want to, ever. But just being in the same room with him aroused her, much less having his face in her pussy, a breath away from tasting her. Already she felt dangerously close to orgasm.
Trembling, she took a deep breath and tried to steady herself, then grabbed her knees and held herself open for him. “I will try. For you, I will always try.”
He trailed his fingers up the inside of both thighs, his breath feathering over her aching slit. “Oh, precious, you’ll do a hell of a lot more than try. Anything you set your mind to, you accomplish. You’ll find the strength. The desire to submit burns brightly inside you, and I’m determined to make it blaze even hotter for me.”
He lowered his head and drew his hot, slick tongue through her swelling folds and up to her clit. Unable to stop herself, her hips arched as his lips captured her clit and sucked at the turgid bud. She cried out. With slow, deliberate strokes, his tongue caressed and toyed, driving her higher and faster than she’d ever experienced.
The way he worshipped her pussy melted her. The way he knew her psyche undid her even more. God, how badly she wanted to please him, more than anyone else in her life. The feel of his tongue rasping over her sensitive flesh, trailing in long, sinful laps to swipe at her clit had her wailing. She gasped when he did it again. Arched higher. Lifted to him. Keened out her need.
“Please, Hammer. Please... God, yes. I want to please you. But I don’t know how to fight this pleasure. No one’s ever...” She panted, unable to form more words as his thumb prowled over her little button and he stabbed his tongue inside her, all the way to her fluttering center.
Then he eased back and slid two fingers in her slick slit. “My sweet girl, I’ve longed to be your first at something. Fuck, yes. I’m dying to give you this ecstasy. Look at me, Raine. Look into my eyes.”
Forcing open her heavy lids, she blinked as she tried desperately to focus.
“That’s it,” he cajoled. “Don’t look away and don’t close your eyes. I want to watch you struggle to hold that orgasm back for me. It’s big, isn’t it? Yes. And your desperation is going to taste so sweet.”
A slow smile crept over his lips before he moved his thumb and concentrated his skillful tongue on her clit again. His stare penetrated as surely as his fingers as they dragged in and out of her wet pussy with deliberate, measured strokes, curling and brushing the sensitive patch of nerves deep inside. Those sensations mingled and quickly merged to create a massive ache. She struggled to process it. Containing it was impossible. His unblinking stare still held hers captive, just as he did her body, telling her without a word how much he was enjoying her sensual distress.
Still, she marveled at the fact that Hammer touched her, that he found her woman enough to want. That he looked at her with a hunger that promised to devastate and consume.
The feelings jumbled together and tore away at her restraint. She dragged in huge gulps of air, trying to keep herself centered, but the heady pleasure of it just kept unraveling her. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold on.
“Hammer...” she whimpered. “Please, I’m begging you. It’s so big. It’s going to pull me under. I can’t—”
“You can. And you will. Just a bit longer.” His words reverberated over her pulsating nub and shards of lightning zapped her spine. She cried out as she struggled to control the towering need building, faster and harder. He eased his mouth away, but his eyes never relinquished his hold on hers. “Tell me how badly you’re burning.”
“Help me. I’m at the edge, dangling. The sensations keep getting hotter. Please. Please...let me come.”
“Soon, precious. I’m savoring the sounds of you begging for me. They make my dick so hard.”
She panted, her entire body tensing to hold her orgasm back. Dizziness swirled in her head. In the face of this much need, her will to fight him and his mastery dissolved. “Hammer, I’ll do it. I’ll beg. Please, I’ll be good. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“You’ll give me everything. Keep your eyes on me, even if my image blurs in your ecstasy.” With a frantic nod, she whimpered, clinging to her resolve by a thread. “I want to feel it fucking now, Raine. Come!”
Hammer fused his lips to her clit as he slid another finger into her sweltering cunt. Stretching. Driving. Demanding her orgasm. He pressed her hard clit between his teeth and tongue, insistently sucking as he hurtled her over the edge.
The sensations overwhelmed her. Raine slapped her palms on the bar, her body arching and surging up to his demanding mouth. He prowled her pussy, probed every nerve, and shoved such electric pleasure on her that she wailed his name. Sensations crested and threatened to drown her. But she didn’t look away. Her eyes pleaded with him, while the gleam in his only promised her more of the sublime torture.
He devoured her, dragging out each second to infinity, stimulating her every nerve until her body jolted. She squirmed to escape the insanity. He wasn’t about to let her off that easily. With a tight grip, he held her hips down and forced her to keep taking the punishing lashes of his tongue as he lapped and drank her essence. And that sharp, hungry stare of his told her that he’d let her know when he was done.
After an agonizing stroke of his tongue up her center, an indulgent smile curled his lips. “That was a delicious appetizer. I’m going to need another taste.”
She hadn’t even comprehended his words when he assaulted her with his fingers and mouth once more. It was not a slow coaxing. Now he sent her climbing with exacting precision. Fingers. Tongue. Teeth. He ate at her with single-minded determination.
It was too much sensation. Too much demand. Too much to even breathe. She pushed at his head, trying to dislodge him. He only grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bar, then ate her voraciously again, driving her up, up, up with no respite. She plateaued quickly, at a place where need swelled and beat at her, where her body and mind raced to catch up as blood rushed and churned, but the peak was just beyond her reach.
“Stop. I can’t,” she sobbed. “I can’t.”
Hammer tightened his grip on her. He had to see the tears swelling in her eyes. But his masterful stare simply kept demanding more as he nipped her clit with his teeth.
“I know you can, Raine. Stay with me. I’ve got you.” His voice was a low rumble, but the power in his words spiked inside her. “Climb to the edge and wait for my command.”
Tears fell, streaming from the corners of her eyes as Raine fought for the pleasure. He wanted it. She wanted it—desperately. Yet her body hung suspended above the roar. She closed her eyes as her hips undulated helplessly with the building fire.
“Open your eyes, precious.”
Her lids fluttered open. Their gazes connected, and all the tears in the world weren’t going to stop him from doing whatever he wanted—in his time, in his way. Then he slapped the pad of her pussy before shoving his fingers right to the one spot designed to send her soaring toward the peak again. And suddenly, it was hard to hold back. “Hammer!”
Jerking his head back, he crooned, “I know, precious. You’re right there and you’re so beautiful. Stay here just a bit longer so I can watch you writhe for me.”
“But I need it.”
As the mournful wail tore from her throat, he stood and scooped her in his arms. Automatically, she wrapped her legs around him, desperately grinding on his thick shaft. He stilled her with a harsh grip on her hips as he carried her down the wide staircase.
“You think you need it now? Aww, precious, you haven’t even begun to ache for me.” His lips claimed hers as he stormed down the long hallway and into his private room. Kicking the door closed behind him, he rushed into the bedroom and splayed her across the center of his bed. “Eyes on me. Tell me what you want.”
She watched him. Blinked. Her heart raced, and the slam of his door still resounded in her ears. She knew what she wanted from him, almost from the moment he’d taken her in, fed her, listened to her story, and promised in his fierce voice to keep her safe. She’d fallen a bit in love with him then. And in six years, she’d never stopped falling. Never stopped wanting. Never stopped waiting for this.
“Please, Macen. Fuck me.”
Never before had those words slammed him with such force. They burned across his brain, searing away rational thought. Because they came from Raine.
Tearing at his trousers, he yanked down the zipper until his cock sprang free, thick and so engorged he felt as if it might burst. Raine’s smoky blue eyes widened as she stared at the broad crest, dripping for her.
He took himself in hand, stroking slowly, loving the way her gaze followed and her mouth fell slightly open, as if waiting. “Oh, baby, I’m going to fuck you hard. Deep. And so thoroughly, you will never again doubt how much I’ve wanted to be inside you.”
Standing over Raine, her tempting scent filled him again. Christ. He couldn’t get inside her fast enough. He’d never sink deep enough. But he’d fucking try.
“Spread wide for me, Raine.” he commanded. “I can’t wait another second.”
He’d never felt so out of control in his life. This alluring vixen who’d tempted him all these years was now his. Legs open, inviting him to sate every salacious longing he’d struggled to contain for a goddamn lifetime.
He climbed on the bed, prowling to her like an animal stalking its prey, crawling right between her thighs, then fusing his stare to hers. “I’m going to fuck you all night long.”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Hammer covered her body with his. He wanted to howl at the feel of her hot, silky flesh under his own. The floral scent of her hair melded with the spicy aroma of her cunt into an intoxicating mix that fueled his demand even more. He slanted his lips over hers, taking everything she offered. He drank in her gasp as his cock pressed against her bare, swollen folds.