Chapter Thirteen
The time it took to get back to the house seemed like a century of tense silence. Killian’s jaw was rigid, and he constantly glanced from Cat to the road. Had she made a mistake? Killian fidgeted in his seat and let out a low growl every now and then. She was too nervous to ask. If he turned her away now, at least they were on the way home, and she could hide within the confines of her room. She rubbed her clammy hands against her jeans in earnest, not wanting him to see her reaction to his evident distress.
When they finally reached the house, he jumped out of the truck and helped Cat out. Then he turned away from her and walked into the house.
What the hell? Cat let out a growl of exasperation Killian obviously didn’t hear—or chose to ignore. She walked in the front door, where Killian stood with a pained expression on his face. He hadn’t even bothered to turn on any of the lights, and the moonlight streaming in cast shadows across his cheekbones.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Okay, Killian, what’s the matter? I promised you the night, so why are you storming around like you’re pissed off at me?”
A passing look of confusion swept across his face before he finally let out a laugh.
“Pissed off at you? No. Not even close.” He reached out his hands and tugged the braid at her crown, letting all her hair fall loose. He dragged his hands slowly down her face to her shoulders. The absolute lust she caught in his eyes as they trailed after his hands sent shivers down her back. Cat closed her eyes as the breath caught in her throat. With a gentle pressure to her shoulders Killian pulled Cat closer. His breath whispered across her ear.
“Do you know what you do to me, Cat?” He slid his hands down her back slowly, featherlight touches holding an intensity she had never experienced before. His rugged voice teased her ear and sent stray hairs to tickle the side of her face.
“All that training in the gym was torture.” His hands reached her hips, pulling her impossibly closer. Every part of her body touched something of his, heat emanating into her every pore. Her breath quickened, and her core began to throb. She wanted to beg for him to continue but was so scared at the same time. He could unravel her with the smallest touch, a tender whisper. “Your body against mine, hot and panting. Do you know how hard it was not to take you there? To just pin you beneath me on that floor and drive you mad?”
She blushed at his blunt and erotic words but arched her back to press closer to the bulge in his jeans. Killian groaned in approval as his hands tightened on her hip bones to stop her.
“I’m not mad at you, Cat. I was trying not to touch you. Or else we wouldn’t have made it home. I would have taken you right there. On the dock. Or even in the truck. But sweetheart, I’m going to take my time with you.” He nibbled on her earlobe as he rubbed himself against her. She melted from his words and reached out to wrap her fingers around the loops of his jeans. The sensation of the rubbing was incredible, sending sparks to her clit and making the tension increase within her. She gasped against the side of his neck, and he shivered in response.
“You promised me tonight, Cat, and you can damn well bet I’m going to take all night to show you why we’re going to be so good together.” He growled before grinding against her again, sending shots of pleasure up her spine.
“Killian,” she moaned, but her words were cut off by his bold kiss. He thrust his tongue in, claiming hers in a sensual dance of give and take.
“No more talking, Cat. Just feel,” he commanded before he cupped her bottom and lifted her.
Cat wrapped her legs around his waist and grasped Killian by the back of his head to take his lips with hers again. The denim suddenly became an obstacle between them. Her body begged to rub against him, skin on skin, and the clothes were only a hindrance. She needed something she didn’t have words for, but she knew Killian was going to take her there.
She’d heard of the things that happen between a man and woman. But Cat hadn’t been told about the magnitude of the wildness that ripped through your body, threatening to tear you apart.
He sauntered up the stairs with her nestled in his arms, but instead of going to her room, he carried her to his. A place she had never been before. She didn’t have the time to look around before he dropped her on his large four-poster bed. Red blankets billowed around her as she bounced from the impact.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him watching her. His eyes were almost completely black from his need, with only a sliver of gold remaining to glitter at her. He licked his lips like he was preparing himself for a meal. But she guessed that was what she was—the meal he intended to claim as his. And here she was, giving herself over willingly, completely ready for the man and the wolf to claim her. Needing the sensation of his touch against her bare skin again. For him to bring her the release she so desperately needed. To give her a night where she wasn’t thinking, just feeling.
He ripped his sweater over his head, revealing the chest she had secretly watched for weeks. Her gaze traveled down, inspecting the solid mass of bronzed skin. It glowed in the moonlight pouring in from the window, like her own golden prize. His abs were ridged in dark shadows, the crevices too deep for the moon to reach. She just needed to extend her hand to brush against the hard muscle. To feel the silky skin beneath her fingertips and soothe the need that tortured her every day in that training room. To trace the smallest imperfections and scars that marred him, evidence of his battles. The low V-line of his hips was marked by the smallest dark trail of hair dipping to places she wanted to explore. Her mouth watered at the thought of what she would find underneath even as her nervous heart accelerated.
A growl sounded through the room, and she soon realized it was her own. Her wolf appreciated his show, his ultimate confidence in his looks, and she knew she was finally getting her wish. Cat just appreciated the vision of man in front of her.
Killian chuckled low in his throat before he crawled up on the bed, his knees on opposite sides of her. She wanted his hands on her, and he was taking too damn long. Tease.
He rubbed the tips of his fingers on the knit fabric over her shoulders, pushing it slightly aside. His heated breath tickled her neck, and he did nothing but breathe her in. The tension was becoming excruciating, and she needed more.
“Killian, please,” she moaned, and he shushed her quietly. His tongue left a trail of liquid fire and ice on the skin of her neck and shoulder, and she closed her eyes in anticipation. His fingers disappeared from her shoulders to grasp the hem of her sweater.
“I didn’t get to take a good look earlier. I want to memorize every inch of you before the night is through,” he whispered against her throat, and he sucked slightly on the skin. Cat gripped the sheet before his tugging caused her to raise her arms for the sweater to come off.
She swallowed anxiously and opened her eyes, witnessing his slow perusal of her body. He gave a low moan of pleasure as his gaze trailed every inch of her torso. The teal bra she wore was anything but fancy, and she wasn’t as well endowed as Jessica or Aurelia, so Cat instantly felt self-conscious. Before she could say anything, he moved his hands behind her to unclasp her bra and pulled it. After throwing it over his shoulder, he closed his eyes. Nervous his reaction was a bad thing, Cat sat up farther in an attempt to cover herself.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said hoarsely, opening his eyes. She knew then it wasn’t her causing him pain, but his own attempt to keep control.
He lowered himself to her, his hands caressing her sides as his lips touched hers. He was so gentle, conscious of her lack of experience, but Cat didn’t want gentle. She wanted him to break free from his control and take her as he wanted. He dropped his head to give tender kisses to her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, licking and tasting her skin.
When his lips closed over one nipple, Cat cried out. Killian gave a low hum of appreciation as he devoured her and nipped at the bud. She arched her back and threaded her fingers into his hair, wanting him to do more. Give her more. One of his hands reached around to pinch the other nipple, and the simultaneous action skyrocketed her pleasure. She felt like a coil being bunched up tightly, and Killian was the only way she could be undone.
He had the ultimate control over her, and he knew it.
Cat whimpered, lost in the feel of him. His other hand helped lower her down completely to the bed.
“I love that sound, Cat. The sound of you unwinding and just feeling me pleasure you. It’s so. Damn. Hot,” he growled against her sensitive flesh, his hot breath only stoking her fire. He continued on his pathway, scattering kisses down her rib cage. Her stomach muscles quivered against his lips when his tongue dipped within her belly button, and she clenched her legs together trying to fight the sensations building there. She had never been so wanton, practically digging her fingers into his scalp. Her mind was complete nonsense. She was a quivering fool beneath this man’s lips.
His mouth stopped at the edge of her pants, and he licked the skin beneath languidly.
“Mmmm,” he moaned as he unbuttoned the restrictive material. He gazed into her eyes. She loved that look. The absolute longing and control she saw in him was the reason she knew Killian was the one she could do this with. The one who could give her what she needed.
When he pulled her jeans off, the underwear went with them, both wrapped up in his rough hands. He gripped her bare thighs, panting against her knee. He pressed a soft kiss there and closed his eyes as if completely engrossed in Cat.
She knew what he was about to do, and the thought sent both excitement and mortification shooting up her back. Her body stiffened when his nose touched the soft flesh on the insides of her thighs. He brushed his lips across the tendon at the crease of her groin and nipped lightly, forcing a gasp from Cat’s mouth.
One leg lay propped against one of his shoulders, and she’d never been so exposed. His assessing stare burned her inside and out. She covered her face with an arm as heat flooded through her in embarrassment and an untamable desire.
“Cat.” His hot breath sent another pulse of ecstasy through her. “Look at me.”
Cat forced herself to look. The pleasure was too intense, and the look in his eyes as a finger slid into her folds caused her hips to buck up from the bed.
“Oh God!” she yelled, her mind completely collapsing in on itself. She was lost in Killian and his pleasure-bringing hands. The finger continued its torturous movement up and down the center of her, never delving deeper even as she moved against him.
“Please, Killian,” she begged. She felt empty, like something was missing within her and she needed to be completed.
As if on cue, one finger penetrated her depths. She spiraled out of control. Her pulse beat in time to the entrance and exit of his finger as it rubbed against her walls and sensitive flesh.
“Oh baby, you’re so tight,” he moaned against her thigh as he continued his relentless pumping with his hand. He inserted another finger, stretching her with both pain and pleasure.
Pressure built to uncontrollable peaks, and she needed to reach the top. It was just there, out of reach, as her legs and stomach quivered for release. She groaned in frustration, not knowing how to reach it.
The soft, hot contact of Killian’s tongue to her sensitive clit sent her flying to the climax. Her body shattered into ten thousand pieces as the pressure finally reached its breaking point. Her legs trembled with the release, and she grasped the bed as she rode out the wave. She bucked against his hand and mouth, and he vibrated with a sound of pure satisfaction.
“Oh God,” she whispered when she finally was capable of speech. Never before had such intensity rocked through her body.
When she met Killian’s eyes, he had the most indescribable expression on his face. Wonder and elation filled his stare as he loomed over her. His hands undid his own jeans and shoved them down his thighs with his black boxer-briefs. His erection rose in front of him, large and pulsing with need. He watched for her reaction, and Cat swallowed the fear. How was that going to fit in her?
He reached into the nightstand next to the bed, pulling out a foil packet. When he finished rolling the condom on himself, he crawled over her, pausing only to worship her breasts with his tongue again.
Cat lost focus as the pressure built at an unmerciful rate, rippling pleasure down her spine. She moaned when his fingers put the slightest pressure against her clit and lifted her hips. She was sensitive from her previous climax, and he was persistent in trying to give her another one. He rotated his fingers against the nub as his tongue made the same circular motion against her nipple, and every time he pulled it into his mouth, his finger lightly tapped.
Over and over again he repeated these actions until Cat writhed beneath him. When she was just about to tumble over the edge, Killian braced himself at the juncture of her thighs.
With his cock pressing at her entrance, Cat wrapped her legs around him, and he dropped his forehead to hers. She watched him in wonder at the pain on his face as he took slow, steadying breaths before pushing himself within her folds.
Cat moaned against the foreign invasion, the burning almost too much to bear. She resisted the urge to push him away, knowing it would be over soon. A sheen of sweat formed across Killian’s face, and she knew he was trying not to be rough with her. To let her stretch to his enormous size and give her time to get used to him. She clenched her fingers to his arms, digging her fingernails into his flesh at the pain. But it didn’t last for long.
He was all the way in to the hilt, quivering in his battle of control. The scent of sweat and pure unadulterated lust poured off them, driving them both insane. The fullness became exactly what she had craved, completing her, raising her even closer to that precipice. The need to move instinctively took over, and Cat rocked her hips against him to encourage him.
“Cat.” He gasped out her name between gritted teeth.
She knew what he needed. What she needed. Proof she was ready before all constraint went out the window. So she fisted one hand in his hair and whispered forcefully, “Take me, Killian. Now.”
On a guttural growl, he pulled back and slammed into her. She screamed at the force as he pushed as far in as he could go, the tip of his cock reaching that special spot, turning her into a completely boneless mess. He reared back and slammed again, and Cat tried to grip his slick flesh as the pressure increased within her from the simultaneous burn and pleasure. He picked up his tempo, rocking into her at such a natural tempo she started rocking with him. His lips slammed to hers, tasting her. He claimed both her mouth and her core in demanding strokes.
The animalistic sounds came from both their wolves and the humans, as they discovered each other. His cock grew even more within her, her walls pulling him in with each stroke. They were burning each other, each of his thrusts and her pulls bringing them closer to that shattering moment.
“Now, Cat, come for me, baby,” he growled against her lips and pulled her up by her lower back, bringing her pelvis closer to him. The move had him brushing against her clit and pushing deeper within her core, and she broke.
“Killian!” she gasped as her body tensed beneath him. With him inside her, the orgasm went on forever, dragging on his hardness and sending all new sensations up her body. He shouted her name as he came, and he dropped his head to her shoulder. They pulsed together, milking each other to the final extent of their orgasms, their bodies shivering.
Killian lay on top of her, and Cat hadn’t realized how comforting the weight of him could be. She was still coming down off of her high when he rolled over, ripped the condom off, and tossed it into a trash can next to the bed. Then Killian lay across the bed and pulled Cat next to him, her head and arm resting across his chest.
Awkwardness reigned. Cat circled a finger through the thick patch of hair on his chest, twirling it around and tracing a particularly nasty scar stretching across one shoulder. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to act? Was there some kind of decorum she was to follow? Like Oh, that was a good fuck. Let’s roll over and go to sleep now. Her cheeks burned as she reminisced on what exactly had just transpired between the two of them.
He had asked for one night, so that meant they were done. This was one night to get past the very desire that had distracted her from her goal. And for him to realize she wasn’t what he wanted after all.
He hadn’t shoved her off yet. He hadn’t walked away to shut himself in the bathroom, an excuse for her to disappear to her own sanctuary. So she just enjoyed the moment for what it was. The rise and fall of his chest, the heat of his skin beneath her hand and cheek, the subtle sound of his heart beating beneath her ear. She could soak him in, this man who should be forbidden to her. He was a danger to the walls surrounding her heart.
The subtle brush of his fingertips to the side of her face caused her whole body to jerk. His hand delicately pushed her hair behind her ear, and his lips brushed across the top of her head.
“Stop it, Catrina.”
Catrina. He never calls me Catrina unless he’s serious. The very sound of her full name on his lips caused her to shut her eyes with pain. It was coming—she was prepared—but her wolf still hated it. It had chosen him, but Cat couldn’t.
“What—” Her voice caught, so she cleared her throat and tried again. “Stop what?”
His chest dropped as he heaved out a sigh. His lips rubbed back and forth across her scalp, and his hand moved from her face to the hair cascading down her back, smoothing it with his palm.
“Stop thinking. I can all but hear the wheels turning in your head.”
Cat huffed and moved her hand across his chest in the same manner his hand rubbed her upper back, feeling the brush of his hair against her smooth palms, enjoying the hard pecs beneath her.
“Stop thinking? That’s like asking me not to breathe, Killian.”
His hand moved lower, past the ends of her hair and skimming the skin of her lower back. Cat enjoyed the intimacy and knew what he was doing—tempting her to pay attention to him and not her own abyss of self-agony. Two could play that game. She brushed the tips of her fingers across his abs in sweeping motions, tickling the ridges. When the muscles contracted, she felt immensely satisfied she could be the one to torture his nerves the same way he could do to her. It was empowering.
“I like you breathing just fine, Cat. It’s when you start thinking that we have a problem.” He laughed huskily, his voice vibrating beneath her sending all sorts of erotic shivers down her spine.
So we’re back to Cat again, she thought, ignoring his jab. She was too entranced at the way his muscles moved at her smallest touch. She walked her fingers down his stomach, dancing across his skin to her own personal song. The muscles rippled like water beneath each touch as she crept lower to the object of her destination. The hard flesh of his cock was beginning to stand at attention due to her little dance, and she smiled at the quickening of his thrumming heartbeat. It was still the night, after all, and Cat was going to enjoy it to the fullest.
She hadn’t been able to inspect him before, and since it was her first time seeing one so close and personal, it was time to experiment. Would he enjoy her touch as much as she enjoyed his? From the way Killian’s breath was catching from her moving closer, and the way his cock flexed with each touch of her fingertip, she was guessing it did.
His hand stopped its descent down her body, finally resting on the roundness of her ass. Cat wanted to venture into the depths of passion with Killian again. Didn’t want to think about what was to come, and lying there only had her thinking. So her fingers moved the final inches down the throbbing mass jutting from between her lover’s legs. The minute her fingers made contact with his cock, it flexed beneath her touch, and Killian hissed out a breath.
“Cat—” he started to warn, but Cat quickly shushed him, wanting to explore the hot, velvety skin at her fingertips. She brushed her index finger from his tip to the base, tracing a thick blue vein down and back up again. Then she wrapped the whole thing within the palm of her hand and squeezed, amazed at the strength beneath all the soft skin. Killian bucked at the pressure, his whole body moving beneath her.
“Jesus, Cat!” He gritted his teeth. Cat looked up at his face and saw the strain of his tight mouth and clenched-shut eyes. Confused, she quickly let go of the throbbing shaft, her face turning crimson with embarrassment.
“Did that hurt? I’m so sorry.”
Killian laughed, causing a deep, rumbling vibration beneath her head, and she lifted up onto her knees, insulted he found her so funny.
“Little wolf, that didn’t hurt even a little bit. It felt good. Great, even. Don’t worry about anything hurting me,” he said, stroking a hand through her hair and rubbing his thumb at the crease caused by her eyebrows. “Except teeth. Try not to bite it.” He winked and folded both hands behind his head, leaving himself open like a banquet for her to devour.
Teeth? Cat’s eyes widened as she looked at it again. She remembered the subtle brush of his mouth across her clit, hurtling her over the edge, and how it had felt so amazing. She could bring him such bliss?
Braver now, she crawled over him, settled her body between his thighs, and licked her lips. She needed to taste his skin, see if he tasted as dark and musky as he smelled. She trailed her hands down his stomach again, each ripple of his abs ingrained in her memory. She wanted this night to last even if it was only in her mind. Bracing herself by gripping his sides, she leaned over and placed her lips to his stomach.
His skin was so hot beneath her cooling lips, and his taste—oh God, his taste. His kisses were like a campfire, intense with warmth and passion, but his skin was like tasting pure lust. Salty and smoky, dark and forbidden, all beneath her lips, on her tongue. It tempted like dark chocolate, the one you try to resist but need just one bite. She groaned at his taste alone, wetness pooling between her thighs at the promise of what he could give her.
She trailed her mouth lower, tasting every inch of skin from his navel to the hard cock between them. When it was finally in front of her face, she looked up at Killian, not surprised to see him watching her, propped on pillows he had piled beneath the hands behind his head. His gaze blazed, and he parted his mouth with desire. The look alone could send her over the edge. Playing the part of the temptress, she shot him a sultry smirk and reveled in the way his throat moved as he swallowed.
She gripped the throbbing cock with both hands and stuck her tongue out to lick the tip slowly, staring into his eyes the whole time. Killian’s closed, but not before she saw them look skyward. She tasted his cock like it was her favorite treat. The salty taste was foreign, but she relished the power behind it. She dipped her tongue in the crevice of the head, swirling it around the circle like she would a lollipop. She wet it completely, her tongue moving up and down the rigid muscle, all the while stroking with her hands. His hips pushed into her, moving to his own tempo. Curious, she removed her hands, and he growled in frustration.
She wanted him to feel the way she had, that destruction the minute his mouth had closed over her clit, so she did what seemed right and closed her whole mouth over his cock, sucking it deep.
“Fuck, Cat!” Killian shouted before he gripped the back of her hair with his hands. She repeated the gesture, sucking until her cheeks caved in and moving her head up and down. His hips bucked beneath her, and his fingers dug into her scalp. The pleasure she was bringing him only deepened her own. She was so hot. Each stroke of her mouth on his heat only brought more fire to her pulsing clit. Her core ached with both pain from before and the need to do it again.
She lifted her head and looked at him in all his splendor. He lay there, completely ready for her taking. Was this what she was like for him? Her wolf loved the strength of this man but also loved that he could splay himself so willingly for her. He opened his eyes, and they swirled with different emotions. He practically screamed I’m yours within the golden depths. His body was tense with desire, needing release in the same way hers did.
“Killian,” Cat whispered hoarsely.
No other words were needed. He shot off of his back and pushed her down, her face and chest buried in the crimson blankets. Panting with need she awaited the fullness. But he was still behind her, and all she could hear was his violent breathing. When she tried to sit up, Killian pushed her head back down and pulled her ass in the air so her knees were propping her up. She closed her eyes and flushed as evidence of her desire dripped down her thigh, which he could clearly see from their new position.
“Mmm, little wolf,” he growled, rubbing his hands down her back and sending little shivers down her spine. She was spread for him, her knees open and ass high in the air for his observing gaze. “I think I like you like this. All ready and willing for me. Dripping with the need you deny.”
It was carnal, the way he spoke. Like his wolf had taken over, and they were in rutting position. Cat didn’t care. Her whole body quivered with need, her wolf willing to give this man anything he wanted. He had already proven himself worthy. She wanted nothing more than to have him buried deep within her, to take her to oblivion.
When one of his fingers slid within her folds, it was almost her undoing. She whimpered at the small touch, pushing back on him. She needed more.
“You’re so ready for me, Cat,” he moaned as he inserted another finger. “It’s so damn hot. You. Here. In front of me. Did it turn you on? Putting your mouth on me, tasting me?”
Cat groaned, whether in agreement or pleasure, she didn’t know. The pressure within her built as his fingers curled to hit her sweet spot. Then he suddenly paused.
“Did it?” he asked calmly, not resuming the friction she so desperately needed. She tried to push back on his fingers, but the pressure of his other hand on her back restricted her movement.
“Yes,” she growled.
“Good girl.” He rubbed her back at the same time he resumed finger-fucking her.
“It’s good, isn’t it? This feeling? The utter oblivion once you go falling over that edge. But stroking it, causing it to happen, is all part of the fun,” he said, acting like her body wasn’t clenching around his fingers, beckoning him to go deeper. “Isn’t it, Cat?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her hands digging into the sheets as she climbed up and up, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, knowing she was so close to what she sought. Her muscles clenched as it reached—
He stopped again, pulling his fingers out completely this time.
Cat cried out at the loss as her body took ten steps back from the edge she had almost gone over.
“Yes what, Cat?” he said hoarsely, his hand still massaging her back in the slow tempo.
“Yes, it’s good. God, it’s good!” Her body clenched at nothing, because there was nothing within her where it should be. Her desire ran down her shaking legs as she panted for every breath. She squeezed her eyes shut. Never had she wanted something more than she wanted for him to be inside her right now. She heard the sound of a foil wrapper opening. Yes, finally. She could have her release. Yet nothing happened, and he continued that damned stroking on her back.
“To think that you denied yourself this pleasure, Cat. This experience,” he murmured. “But you won’t do it again, right, Cat?”
He pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance, and Cat gasped. She pushed back, needing his thickness to fill her. To push her so far she couldn’t think past tonight. She couldn’t even understand what he was saying, because she could only focus on the rubbing of his tip within her.
“Never again, Cat. Say it,” he commanded.
At this point, she would give him anything. And he knew it. “Never again, Killian.” Cat panted, and then relief and elation flooded her when he shoved himself in to the hilt.
God, he was so deep! Her mind screamed. She had thought he was before, but the new position brought a whole new definition to the term. He stretched and pulsed, and her body threatened to come just from the feeling.
One hand gripped her hip with a death grip, like he never wanted to let go. The other tried to continue the circular rubbing. Whether he was trying to comfort her or remain in control, she wasn’t sure, but the way he was breathing she knew it was a losing battle.
He ground against her, moving in circles, sending ripples through her sex.
“Cat,” he growled behind clenched teeth, and the circular motion stopped. He couldn’t control it. He gripped the other hip with his hand and dug in, pulling him impossibly deeper.
When he moved it was with urgency. He was claiming her, pushing her to the point of no return, to the place she wanted to be. No thinking, no worrying, just feeling Killian and the oblivion he brought with him. He crashed into her, holding her up because her legs had lost all capability the minute he entered her. Each movement rocked her forward, sheets rumpling around her.
She could feel it, the smooth thrusting turning into a frenzy as he neared his own pinnacle. She clenched around him, pleasure outweighing any other emotion. And when she screamed, he shouted with his own release.
Exhausted and sore, Cat vaguely remembered Killian pulling her to him within the mass of crumpled blankets and pillows. He threw the comforter over her and curled himself around her back before she sank into the darkness of sleep.
* * * *
He knew the moment Cat fell asleep next to him. With his arms wrapped around her, Killian felt when her muscles went completely lax. Her breathing evened out into a leisurely, repetitive pace. He lifted himself onto one elbow, careful not to jostle Cat’s small form.
Once again he was completely struck by her beauty. Never had he seen her so open, so relaxed and vulnerable to him. Cat’s long lashes fluttered against her cheekbones, and she rolled slightly into him with a soft moan, giving him a better view of her face.
He hadn’t even imagined the night leading to this. He had hoped—fuck, he had dreamed—it would happen. Yet his goal hadn’t been to seduce her, but to get further under her skin, make her see it was okay to want a pack. The moment he’d seen her in his spot, though, he knew he was done for. The way she stared off over the lake, dazzled by the beauty of such a simple sunset. The very sunset he was hoping would tempt her to stay. The way she tasted the lasagna like it was her last meal, closing her plump lips over the fork, her eyes rolling back in her head and—oh God—that moan. He swore he was going to come right there in his pants.
The arm wrapped around her waist rose of its own accord, itching to stroke her smooth skin. Killian’s fingertips brushed across the bangs on her forehead, pushing stray strands of silky hair away so he could memorize every feature of her face. The way her nose slightly turned up at the end. Her slightly parted lips, red and plump from his demanding kisses.
He had this moment all to himself. A chance to be able to gaze upon her without her seeing, without having to hear her deny that she felt the same. He hadn’t exaggerated. Those moments in the gym had been a struggle, but it wasn’t only then he struggled to keep his eyes off her.
It was as if the moment she walked into a room, he couldn’t help but turn her way. Those times she would sit in the kitchen, laughing at something Jamie said, he would gaze enviously. The times she played with Mia, free and at ease, because what harm could a child do? The way she snuggled into a ball by the fireplace, a new novel she had borrowed from Kelly in her hand.
Jesus, what was the matter with him? He had never longed for someone so intensely. His hand followed the subtle curves of her body, pushing the blanket lower and lower to watch as the moonlight cascaded over her milky skin. She was perfection, bathing in the pale glow. Over her shoulder. Over the rise and fall of her breasts’ rosy nipples, slightly chafed from his teeth. Into the flat of her stomach, only to rise again over her hip. Red marred her skin on her hip bones, and Killian was shocked to see his fingers matched perfectly to the skin healing from its bruises.
How could he have been so rough? She was a virgin, for Christ’s sake! Killian rubbed his face with his traitorous hand and dropped back to the pillows, shocked at his own loss of control. She had been so incredible. So much more than he had ever imagined. Her curious innocence as she tasted him, sucked him, and sent him almost over the edge. And then she had sat there on her knees, face flushed with passion and her big blue eyes hooded with such need, and practically begged him to fuck her.
He prided himself on control. It was what he taught his pack, what he instilled in them the moment they joined. It was essential to life in their world, yet this woman had caused him to shake with his need for her.
And he would do it again.
Killian peeked again at his fairy princess, who lay blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil. He wanted control, but he wanted her more. And she was planning on leaving him behind.
And dammit, he wasn’t going to let that happen.
A glance at the clock showed they still had hours before the sun rose. Cat had promised him the whole night, Killian reminded himself. And as he rose to nestle himself between her thighs, his mouth inches from that enticing pussy still glistening with their combined juices, he promised he would use every. Single. Second.