Chapter Fourteen
Irina stared out the window in silence as Malcolm drove her back to his place. Yuri confronting her had been shocking enough, but finding out that Malcolm was a werewolf was even more unsettling. She’d fled thousands of miles to escape a supernatural lover only to run right into the arms of a new one.
It was true that Malcolm didn’t seem like Yuri. Even before the werebear had revealed his true colors, he’d been haughty and arrogant in a way the werewolf wasn’t. Malcolm seemed to genuinely care about her as a person and not just as a ballerina.
The werewolf pulled his car into a parking spot and nodded toward the door right in front of him. “It’s nothing much, just a one-bedroom, but it’s bigger than your hotel room, so you can stretch out and relax a little bit.”
He exited the car and moved over to open the passenger-side door. Irina hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should shove him away and run before deciding it’d do no good. She couldn’t run from both a werewolf and a werebear.
Malcolm led her into his rather spartan apartment. A simple brown couch and a small table were the only furniture in the tiny living room. He didn’t even have a television. It was the polar opposite of the palatial dachas and condos Yuri owned.
Irina walked over to the couch and collapsed into it, the strain of the night’s performance and the tension finally getting to her. “Why?”
Malcolm closed the door and locked it. “Why what?”
“Why did you approach me to begin with? I know I’m not bear Blooded, but am I wolf Blooded?”
He took a seat on the opposite end of the couch. “No. You’re not.” He tapped his nose. “I’d be able to smell it. You’re just a normal woman. A beautiful woman, but normal. Beautiful, talented, and graceful. I just happened to be walking by when you got mugged.” He shrugged.
“But you’re a wolf in a pack?”
Malcolm nodded. “Yeah, I am.”
“Caleb is your leader?”
“Yeah.”
Irina sighed and lay her head on the side of the couch. “If I told you I honestly wanted nothing to do with you, would you leave me be?”
Malcolm winced and then heaved a large sigh. “I’m not Yuri. I like you, and I’m very attracted to you, but I’m not gonna force anything. You want me to shove off, I will, but I think you should at least wait until I take care of your little bear problem for you.”
“You mean kill him?”
He shrugged. “He’s a werebear criminal. I don’t know if there’s another way. Look, I’m not like him. I don’t enjoy kicking ass just to kick ass, but even if you don’t want anything to do with me, I don’t like the idea of leaving you in the hands of that asshole. I’ll do what it takes to protect you, and after that, you can figure out what you want to do with your own life. No fear. No shifter telling you want to do. You can have control of your destiny.”
Irina sat up and stared into his eyes for a long while. “You mean it, don’t you?”
“Yeah. I do.”
She scooted over on the couch and lay her head against his chest. “I don’t know how I feel. I feel so selfish and petty.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I think I like you, but I worry that I’m letting my fear of Yuri cloud things.”
Malcolm kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry about him, and I’m not gonna complain if you want to be with me.”
“I…” Irina’s face heated, and she looked away.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want to sleep with you, but after everything that’s happ—”
The ballerina yelped as Malcolm stood from the couch, lifting her with one smooth movement. He walked toward an open door at the end of a small hall.
He grinned down at her. “I’m gonna rock your world so much you won’t even be able to remember anything else.”
Irina gasped and then smiled. Malcolm finished carrying her down the hall, and he carefully stepped into his small bedroom. More than a few clothes lay strewn about, and the blanket wasn’t even on top of the bed.
He set her gently down on the bed and began unbuttoning his jacket.
Irina smiled and folded her hands, taking the time to watch as he removed his jacket, then shirt, and undershirt, revealing the firm pecs underneath. The rest of his clothes disappeared in short order until the large man stood naked before her, his taut muscles visible.
She licked her lips and kicked off her shoes. She peeled off all her clothes in record time, her center already pulsing with need.
Fear and desire swirled together. Sex affirmed life, and right now she needed all the affirmation she could get.
Soon, she sat on the edge of the bed, her body on display, enjoying how his eyes drank in her form. She had worked long and hard to turn her own body into a wonderful work of art, and the look on Malcolm’s face proved he was quite the connoisseur.
Irina shifted to get off the bed and please him.
“Stop,” Malcolm commanded.
She blinked at him. “What?”
“Tonight’s not going to be about me.” He glanced down at his already hardened cock and took a few steps forward. “It’s only going to be about your pleasure.” He hopped on the bed and laid her down. He scooted down, and his head followed.
Irina took several deep breaths, her center muscles twitching with eager readiness. Something about an attentive lover filled even the moments of anticipation with warm pleasure.
Malcom’s head dipped toward the sweet spot between her thighs, his face disappearing and only his dark hair visible. Irina spread her legs apart, waiting as his rough tongue lapped at her bud.
She hissed as the first pulse of warmth shot through her. Her toes curled. Malcolm’s busy tongue kept up its work teasing and circling her bud with an occasional dip into her folds. Warmth built in her center, and her breath hitched.
Her lover’s efforts continued as he rolled to his side. His tongue continued probing and tasting her, but his thick finger slid inside her now wet and ready center.
Irina closed her eyes and gave into the building pleasure spreading through her body. Malcolm continued his attentions, a second finger joining the first and the movement of both his fingers and tongue quickening.
She wasn’t even sure how much time had passed before an explosion of pleasure shot through, making her moan and shudder. When the wonderful sensation had finished bouncing through her, she opened her eyes to find Malcolm lining himself up with her, thick, erect, and ready.
His strong hands turned her until she was on her stomach. She lifted her ass into the air, her pussy already dripping and ready for him. Her breasts pressed against his firm mattress. She needed him. She craved him.
The ballerina closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for the thick cock to enter her. A moment later, a loud moan left her mouth as Malcolm’s manhood stretched her inside. He pushed in far quicker than he had last time, but the glorious feeling of fullness overwhelmed the slight pain of being stretched to her limit.
Irina reopened her eyes and smiled back at Malcolm. He pulled back and slammed into her, summoning jolts of pleasure. Each thrust he pushed deeper and deeper into her while his strong hands held her hips firm. So filled. So wonderful.
Her breaths turned to pants as he continued slamming into her, the slap of their bodies meeting filling the air. The continued thrusts fueled the warmth in her body and the building climax that threatened to spill out any moment.
Irina’s moans and pants mingled with Malcolm’s grunts, all in time with his thrusts. Her breath caught as another orgasm exploded through her, making her knees weak. If Malcolm hadn’t been holding her up, she would have collapsed to the bed.
Instead, his hands kept her in place as he continued pounding into her, each thrust extending the orgasm rippling through her that much longer. Irina let out a loud scream, and Malcolm seemingly took it as a sign to speed up anymore.
“Malcolm,” she cried. “Oh, Malcolm.”
The man became a relentless machine, his muscles propelling him into her again and again and again. Her mind became a haze of pleasure until another orgasm shot through her. A moment later, Malcolm let out a loud grunt as his cock swelled, and he painted her insides with his seed.
He stayed seated in her for a few long moments as his breath changed from panting to controlled before pulling out. Irina let out a quiet whimper at the loss of fullness. The lingering warmth started to fade from her body, and her knees finally gave in, and she let her body fall to the bed.
Malcolm reached over the side of the bed to grab the blanket and drape it over the pair of them. Irina snuggled up against the hard planes of his chest as he wrapped his arm around her.
A dangerous maniac might be determined to drag her away, but right there and then in that bed, she could be content in the arms of the man who’d focused on her pleasure.