I almost laughed when I heard his name. Leif Erikson. Right. Like I believed he was the Leif Erikson. But, hey, what did I know? Maybe Leif was a popular name in Norway. Lots of people named their children after the famous and historical. And at the moment, I didn’t care enough to ask. Not when he was gazing down at me, his deep brown eyes blazing a burnished gold. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart skipped an entire beat. The men I conquered were always werewolves, but few ever displayed their emotions so openly. So eagerly.

He pulled me into the nearest elevator, then slid his fingers through my loose curls and brushed them back from my face. “Beautiful. I knew the moment I saw you.”

“Knew what?” I whispered.

That damn smile again. The one that hinted to his secrets, but never revealed them. My heart sputtered at the sight of it, and my damn pulse thundered in my ears. He ran his thumb along my jaw, then tilted my head back and claimed my mouth. My eyes fluttered shut, and I sank into him, reveling in his touch. I’d kissed a lot of men, but none had ever struck me senseless. Not like Leif. The man had a great mouth—and knew how to use it. The slightest touch of his tongue left me reeling. He stroked my bottom lip, and, with a soft growl, I opened to him. Velvety soft, with the perfect amount of pressure.

I moaned and slipped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his. Hidden beneath his tux’s elegant folds was a rock-hard body, one I was eager to devour. His arms tightened around me, giving me a taste of the muscles that awaited beneath. It took every bit of restraint I possessed not to tear his clothes off right here and now. Not that PDA bothered me, but for some reason, I wanted to wait until we reached his room. There were cameras everywhere, and I didn’t want anyone getting a taste of him—except me.

The elevator chimed, and Leif pulled back just as the doors slid open. A couple stood on the other side, and the moment they caught sight of us, they snickered under their breath. I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was the feel of Leif’s hand in mine.

He led me into the hallway, his pace unhurried. A frustrated growl echoed through the corridor, and it wasn’t until Leif glanced at me with a raised brow that I realized it’d come from me.

“I know how you feel,” he murmured.

“Then hurry up,” I teased.

It felt like an eternity had passed before we reached his room and he pulled out his key card. One confident swipe and the door unlocked. Leif pushed it open and swept me up.

“Thank God for high slits,” I murmured as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

He grunted his appreciation, then kicked the door shut and pressed me against it. He buried his head against my neck and raked his teeth over my flesh, nipping and nibbling his way down to my breasts. The bodice of my dress had very little give, but that didn’t stop Leif. He tugged down one shoulder strap, then the other, baring my shoulders.

“Zipper’s in the back,” I panted.

“Not yet.”

I gave another growl, then cupped his cheeks and lifted his head. Golden eyes stared up at me, glowing in the room’s inky darkness. Jesus, I’d never seen anything so hot. Both man and wolf as one, watching, waiting… I plunged my fingers into this thick hair and brought our mouths together. I loved kissing. I found everything about it intoxicating, from the taste to the feel of him moving with me. A precursor to tonight’s main event.

I broke from the kiss and stared up at him, a sense of feminine accomplishment welling within me at the sight of his swollen mouth. I leaned down and nipped his earlobe. He shuddered against me, his teeth scoring their own nip against my collarbone. With a wicked grin, I went after his ear again, unsurprised when his body flexed against mine. Without a moment’s hesitation, I gripped his lapel and practically ripped off his jacket. I enjoyed a man in a fine tux as much as the next girl, but I wanted to see him, wanted to lick my way down his chest to what I only imagined would be a rippling abdomen. Tossing his jacket aside, I held his gaze while I slowly opened his shirt buttons. Once stripped of his shirt, I finally let my attention drop, and when I did, my mouth parted. The man was more than ripped.

With a very masculine chuckle, Leif swept me up once more and deposited me on the bed. He crouched before me, and with a pleased smile, reached for my heels. He removed them one at a time, depositing them next to the bed. I lifted a brow, surprised that he cared. Most men would have thrown them across the room without a second thought, oblivious to the amount of money that went into a good pair of heels. But Leif seemed different than other men.

His hands slid up the back of my calves and over my thighs before settling at the small of my back. He guided me to my feet, and amusement widened his grin when he noticed my head only came up to his chest. “I knew you were wearing heels, but I didn’t expect you to be this short.”

I laughed with him and shook my head. “I’ve been told I come off a lot taller.”

“Well, four-inch heels will give that impression.”

My hair was next. He took the time to unpin it, tormenting me with the faintest touches at the back of my neck. His hands slid down my back, and my heart leapt when his fingers finally found their way to the dress zipper. It parted like butter, tooth by tooth, and so torturously slow. The dress finally slipped from my body and pooled at my feet. Leif didn’t take as much care this time, too hung up on the sight of me naked except for a thin scrap of lace.

I’d dressed with a singular seductive purpose. I’d known how I’d wanted my night to end, and I’d chosen the appropriate underwear to slay whatever man I’d ended up with. That it was Leif staring at me in my lacy black G-string and nothing else pleased me.

He stroked his fingers down my side and shook his head. “So damn beautiful.”

A faint blush warmed my cheeks. Determined to take back control of the situation, I stepped out of the dress and reached for his pants. Time to get back on equal ground. I popped open the button and spread the two halves apart. I half-expected to find him nude beneath the slacks, but I should have known better. A rented tux wasn’t something someone went commando in. I slipped my hands into the material and nudged his pants over his thighs. Much like my dress, they slipped to the ground.

Leif didn’t waste any time. He kicked everything off, including the snug boxer briefs, and guided me back onto the bed. He caught my gaze, then claimed my mouth in a searing kiss that told me everything I needed to know. I ran my hands over every inch of his body, enjoying the peaks and valleys as I sucked on his tongue.

He broke from the kiss and headed south, his teeth scraping against my flesh along the way. My wolf purred every time he nipped and bit. I’d never shied away from a little pain with my sex, and it seemed he didn’t either. He grazed my puckered nipple just before his lips closed around it. I moaned and arched my back, giving him everything he wanted and more. His every touch and stoke primed my body and practically left me begging. I wanted more. Wanted to feel him move inside me, wanted to climb on top and ride him.

So lost to his touch, I nearly jumped out of my skin when he settled between my thighs. He parted my thighs, then pushed my underwear aside and gave a long, slow lick. Both my wolf and I growled, eager for more. But Leif wasn’t some randy horndog. He knew how to drag it out, how to make me beg and plead. With every flick of his tongue, I felt a familiar warmth spread through my limbs.

“Leif…” I threaded my fingers through his hair and held on for dear life.

To the best of my ability, I couldn’t recall anyone ever managing to get me so worked up. My brain wasn’t exactly firing on all cylinders at the moment, but Leif seemed to know exactly what I needed. An expert in the sack, perhaps? My body thrummed for him, my blood pounded in my ears, and my fingers and toes tingled as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. Though I was desperate to finish, I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want this to end any time soon. Delaying the inevitable was half the fun.

I tugged Leif up until we were face-to-face. He lifted a brow, but before he could say a word, I gripped his shoulders and guided him onto his back. I didn’t jump right to his dick—I wanted to make him sweat a little. Like he had me. Even now, I throbbed, desperate to hop on and take him for a test drive. But first…

My mouth actually ached to close around him. I worked my way down, taking the time to tease his taut nipples and enjoy every inch of his body. The man was a walking tapestry of muscles and a few minor scars that piqued my interest. Especially the one that trailed from his mouth down to his chin. I brushed my mouth along the longest scar, one that ran from his hip to his nipple. It was faint, old, but he shuddered nonetheless as I kissed my way down. I didn’t hesitate before taking him in my mouth. I loved kissing, but I also loved sucking a man’s cock. I reveled in the sounds they made—the little moans and growls while I worked them. And Leif was no different. The second my lips slid down his shaft, he threw his head back with an excited groan. There was nothing I enjoyed more than this. The sense of empowerment, knowing that I held someone else’s pleasure in my hands, knowing that I could make him come with a series of licks and twists.

I took as much as I could until the tip of his dick brushed the back of my throat. Leif jerked at the sensation, his fingers finding their way to my hair. His body tightened with restraint. I knew what he wanted—what every guy wanted. The temptation to guide me, to force my head down and take more of his length. But I did the work for him. My mouth brushed the base of his cock where I held my position. While resting there, I cupped his balls with the palm of my hand.

Leif released a slow hiss, eyes blazing as he stared down at me.

I slowly pulled back, my lips tightening around him as I brought my hand up and started pumping him in time to my mouth.

“Jesus, Lucy,” he groaned.

A smile tugged at my lips. I sucked on his rounded head while gently caressing his balls. Then I descended, my mouth wet and warm. His fingers fisted in my hair, holding me in place as he gave a small thrust. I relinquished a bit of the power, giving him the sense of control as he fucked my mouth. His cock swelled against my tongue—he was close.

With a deep groan, Leif pulled himself free, then flipped me over on the bed and began ravishing my mouth. I knew where this was headed—knew that I’d nearly driven him to the brink of madness. I wrapped my legs around his hips and positioned his tip at my entrance.

He immediately pulled back, his chest heaving. “Wait. Wait.”

“I don’t want to wait.”

I wanted him. Now. I wanted him to slide his cock into me and make me scream his name.

Leif gave a breathless chuckle, then leaned down and slowly kissed me. I could hear his heart pounding, and I didn’t want to lose that excitement. Finally, he pulled back, his eyes still aglow with his wolf. “Condom,” he rasped.

I blinked. Holy shit. I couldn’t believe I’d almost forgotten. “Tell me you have one.” Because if he didn’t, I might scream.

“Always.”

Thank God. Relief loosened my muscles. I’d never been one to go bareback, and I didn’t intend to start now.

He slipped out of bed and strode across the room, his backside radiant in the pale moonlight seeping through the curtains. I leaned against the pillows and enjoyed the glorious view. Soon came the sound of crinkling foil, and I watched as he worked the condom down his length.

He returned to the bed and crawled on top of me, bracing his weight on his elbows.

“Now, where were we?” I asked in a sultry voice.

Leif grinned, then slid into me with one smooth thrust. I gasped and arched my back, brushing my chest against his. Yes… This was what I wanted. “I believe right here.”

“Well?” I teased when he didn’t immediately start moving.

He playfully nipped the tip of my nose. “So impatient.”

Damn straight. And if he didn’t intend to move… I shifted my hips, then thrust forward.

His eyes fluttered shut, and his jaw tightened. Ah, had him on edge, did I? I rotated my pelvis, slowly, gently.

Leif’s head fell forward, his hair tickling my throat. “Wicked woman.”

“Let me show you how wicked,” I teased.

Palms on his chest, I reversed our positions. Once I had him down on the bed, I turned and gave him my back with my knees straddling his hips.

“Lucy?”

“Shh.” Reverse cowboy was one of my favorite positions.

Glancing over my shoulder at him, I positioned his cock at my entrance. And only when I had his full attention did I slowly lower onto him.

He sucked in a sharp breath, one of my favorite sounds. I leaned back, braced my hands against his chest, and started to move, slowly at first to warm us up, then a little faster. I knew from experience how to make this position work for me, how to arch my back to stimulate the perfect spot, how to drive him wild by teasing his balls.

I felt him swell within me, and I thought for sure he was about to climax when his hands curved around my hips and pulled me off. With a low growl, he positioned me in front of him, then thrust into me from behind. I gasped and gripped the bedspread. Apparently, I’d hit some magic button of his.

But instead of moving, he spread my legs and began to massage my clit, toying with the sensitive bundle of nerves until I moaned. Primed from earlier, it didn’t take long. I clenched around him and heard his responding groan. I was so close, hovering on the edge of the precipice, and Leif knew it. Right as I was about to finish, he moved his hand and resumed pounding into me. I cried out, my eyes squeezed shut. It was almost too much, and I loved every second of it.

I caught onto the game quickly. Every time he came close, he stopped and teased me until I reached the edge, then stopped and returned to fucking me.

“Leif,” I gasped, the sound of our bodies coming together rather erotic in the silent confines of the room.

He leaned over and cupped my breasts, thrumming my nipples until I thought I might scream.

“Please,” I whispered, though I had no idea what I was begging for.

His hands slid down my sides until his fingers found my clit, but thankfully, this time he didn’t stop. Colors exploded behind my eyes, and my body erupted with heat and pleasure. Leif timed it perfectly. The second I clamped down around him, he resumed his pace, thrusting into me with such enthusiasm, it left me breathless.

I had to admire his tenacity. Most men would have finished by now and called it a night. But not Leif. He brought me again within seconds of my first orgasm, his speed picking up as though to wring out every last second of pleasure.

After my third orgasm, something changed. His pace grew wild and unrestrained. A few soft taps on my clit and I shattered around him again, except this time, he lost himself in me. He grunted as his pace slowed, and we rode out the ecstasy together. My whole body tingled, and I began to shiver in the delicious aftermath.

Leif gave a breathless laugh. “That was…”

“Amazing,” I replied, winded myself.

The moment he withdrew from me, I dropped down onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling, all the while wondering how long before we could go again. This was one ride I didn’t want to end.