“You’re not with Carlos anymore.” His voice came out raspy and low. “You should be with me.”
And then his lips were on mine before I could even process that possessive and totally insane claim.
The Fire Wolf pinned me to the wall and sealed his mouth to mine like it was the last kiss he’d ever experience. And fuck me if I didn’t respond to it too, which meant I was also certifiable.
A moan clawed its way up my throat, liquid desire shooting between my legs at the feel of the hunter’s hard body pressed so intimately against mine. It didn’t matter that this was crazy. No, insane. Or that to be feeling this flood of desire and wanting to make out with a demon hunter after he’d been a complete asshole, and all while my sister was being held captive only a hundred yards away, was appalling.
None of that mattered. I couldn’t have stopped myself from reacting to him if I’d tried.
I wrapped my arms around the Fire Wolf’s neck as a rumble of pleasure shot from him. His grip on me tightened, as if he was trying to possess me, all of me, in one bruising touch.
My body begged me to get closer to him and I lifted one leg, then the other, until both were wrapped around his waist.
He stepped back a little and then shoved me forward against the alley wall again until the cold concrete pressed hard against my back as his hands slid down to grip my thighs. A low growl vibrated in his throat as his tongue flicked out to part my lips.
I opened readily, welcoming him into my moist heat. That demanding vibration again rumbled in his chest, as his hands tightened around my thighs until he was grinding against me as he devoured me in his kiss.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, it struck me as my hands trailed up and down his hard chest and around his strong shoulders, that he wasn’t dismembering me like he’d promised to do if I touched him. But that ridiculous thought was there one second, and then gone in the next as the Fire Wolf’s intoxicating mouth and feverish hands claimed all of my senses.
His tongue dipped in to dance and entwine with mine as another deep throaty growl thundered from him.
Gods, he tasted good. He licked, bit, and mouth fucked me with his tongue. His hips jolted up, and his thick length tried to pierce me through his pants.
Another moan erupted from my throat when he molded against my core, rubbing and grinding on the area in which I wanted him most.
“Fire Wolf,” I breathed.
I threaded my fingers through his hair. It was as soft as I’d thought it would be as I arched my neck. Another possessive snarl reverberated in his chest as he pressed hot, urgent kisses along my skin.
One of his hands traveled up and under my shirt until he was kneading my flesh. His hand traveled higher until he cupped my breast, his brazen thumb flicking my nipple.
I cried out, the sensation washing through me like a waterfall of desire.
“I want you. Now,” he rasped.
His hips tilted again, driving into me, and a frustrated moan tore from me. There were too many clothes, too many layers stopping him from entering me. I wanted to draw him closer, deeper, anything to get him inside me.
His lips tore away and then my shirt was up, and his hot mouth was on my breast. He sucked my nipple, rolling that taut bud between his teeth and tongue, and a rush of lust shot to my core, making me so wet.
“Your scent, fuck, your scent is driving me mad.” He inhaled deeply and kept ravishing my tit as he pressed me harder against the wall until the sheer force was keeping me up.
His other hand dove down, and the buzz of my zipper sounded before his hand dipped into my pants seeking out my slick folds. With a swift swipe of my panties, his fingers were on me—skin to skin—and then his finger was sliding into me as another possessive growl vibrated from his throat.
My hands traveled along the breadth of his shoulders and down over the hard ridges and planes of his back. I wanted to crawl up his chest and settle myself on top of him until he buried his length inside me.
“Fire Wolf!” I cried out when his finger pumped into me boldly. Relentlessly.
Fucking hell. The wave began to build. So fast. So easily. His scent. His touch. His lust. Just the feel of him. It was all barreling into me as he stuffed another finger inside me as the rough pad of his thumb found my clit.
He rocked his fingers in and out as his mouth moved from my breast to my lips to my neck. The man was owning me, commanding me, and I wanted nothing more than to surrender to this sweet torture.
“Come now,” he growled. “Come with my fingers inside you.” He rubbed harder, faster, and fuck me but—
An orgasm exploded through me. I screamed as it ripped me apart, and the crash of it made my body clamp a hold of his fingers so strongly that I felt every hard ridge of those digits.
A rumble of pure male satisfaction tore from him. He let me ride his fingers, pumping and thrusting as his thumb refused to stop its torture on my clit.
My vision swam dark. The waves kept going. It was torture, sweet torture, and it went on and on as the hunter growled in pleasure.
My body turned to liquid when the waves finally dispersed. I slumped against him, panting, with his fingers still buried deep inside me as my legs clenched his waist.
“What—” But I couldn’t say anything further, couldn’t form any words. I was wrecked. Completely wrecked. My lips felt swollen and bruised when his mouth found mine again. He gripped me harder, grinding against me more as his fingers slowly withdrew. They slipped out easily, my sex so wet that my panties were soaking when he flicked them back into place.
He raised his hand and brought his fingers to his nose. Golden light flashed in his eyes when he inhaled, then he placed his fingers in his mouth, tasting me.
I blinked. The aftereffects from that earth-shattering climax still gripped me.
He found my mouth once more and kissed me fully, savagely. It was pure possession. Domination. And I could taste my sex on his lips before he finally pulled back as triumph shone in his gaze.
“I made you come,” he whispered, his words heavy with pride.
“Yes,” I breathed. He seemed immensely satisfied.
A wolf whistle pierced my mind, cutting through my hazy thoughts. Then came the sound of kids laughing, and I realized my pants were unzipped, my legs were still locked around the hunter, and I had a just-been-fucked look on my face.
It was enough of a reality check to penetrate the fog that had woven around me. I jerked my head back, as a ferocious snarl came from the Fire Wolf. His gaze tore to the alleyway, vicious rumbles coming from his throat as he used his body to shield me. His eyes locked onto the source of that whistle.
A group of teenage boys were standing on the sidewalk, all of them jeering in our direction. A couple of them made rude gestures, one pretending to pump his cock while the other nodded and made a movement like he was grabbing tits.
The Fire Wolf snarled, the sound so loud and visceral that it was enough of a warning for the group of boys to skitter off, their leers turning into snickers, then uneasy stares as they made a beeline for the street corner.
I took a breath and then another, as my core throbbed with the aftershocks of what we’d done. I quickly zipped up my pants and untangled my legs from around him, but the hunter held me firmly, refusing to release his grip.
I ran a hand through my hair, barely able to work my arm free, since the hunter still had me pinned so tightly against him. His hard body caged me in as my mind began working and my mouth dropped open.