Chapter Fourteen
A burst of shock gripped Emberlyn’s muscles, making her freeze. A few times tonight Ripper had taken her off-guard with a comment or question. But this? This took the cake and chomped all the way around its edges.
Without removing his eyes from her, he placed the box of elixirs on the sofa. His pose was casual, but there was nothing casual about his expression. The heat there was too hot. And so very dangerous, because it’d be so easy to give into the pull between them . . . and he might later regret it.
She watched as his gaze coasted down to her lips and stared, hunger and greed pooling there. Need licked a line up her spine as butterflies danced in her belly. ‘Witches aren’t on your menu,’ she reminded him, a slight break in her voice.
His eyes crawled back up to hers. ‘You are.’ He stalked to her, every step slow and deliberate . . . until there was only mere inches between them.
Her magick reacted as usual to all that Alpha energy, and it was a struggle to rein it back. Seriously, her magick wanted to own the motherfucker.
‘You got my attention years ago. And you wouldn’t let it go.’ His intent gaze didn’t move from her face, as if he was set on noting every shift in her expression.
Caught in the spotlight of his absolute focus, she felt stripped right down to her soul.
Crackling sparks of sexual chemistry fluttered around them like invisible fireflies. The atmosphere turned as charged as a live wire, thick with unbearable tension. A tension that just kept rising, twisting, stretching out.
He lowered his mouth toward hers as he said, ‘I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.’ The gravelly quality to his voice turned molten. ‘I feel like I’ll go a little insane if I don’t have you.’
She drew in a sharp gulp of air that was taut with need. Her body heated, buzzed and felt sexually charged – just like the tension between them.
Staring up at him, she felt . . . trapped. Trapped by the hunger, demands and promises she saw in his eyes.
There was something dangerous about him in that moment. Like a wolf poised to pounce. She knew if she moved one muscle – just one – it would act like a trigger.
This would be a bad idea. Probably. Or not. Honestly, she wasn’t sure she really cared. She could barely think.
His gaze skated down to her lips again, pure male greed simmering there. ‘You said no man would ever own you. I will. For the length of time I have you under me, you’ll be mine. And you’ll feel it.’
Ho-ho, what a challenge. ‘Don’t be so sure.’
His eyes fixed on hers again. ‘We’ll see which one of us is right.’
She had no idea who moved first, but their mouths collided in a brutally hungry kiss. They went at each other like savages driven to mate – tongues tangling, hands grabbing, fingers digging, teeth nipping.
Her body was like, ‘Oh God, finally.’ At the same time, it screamed for more. She was practically frantic with the need to answer the cravings that had steadily chewed at her resolve for too long.
Ripper sharply peeled up her dress and gripped her ass tight. He jutted his hips forward, pressing his cock against her clit. ‘I gotta have you.’
The world tilted. Her back met the rug. Strong fingers caught the waistband of her underwear. Cloth tore. Her thighs were shoved apart.
And then his mouth was on her pussy.
Her head fell back. Oh God. She dug her hand into his hair, riding the maddening raspy pumps of his velvet tongue.
From what she’d experienced, male werewolves loved going down on a woman.
Ripper seemed to be no different, greedily licking and lapping and sinking his tongue as deep as it could go.
He expertly pushed her into an orgasm mega fast, trapping a scream in her throat as pleasure racked her body in shuddering waves.
Her eyes closed, she slumped to the rug, breathing hard. She heard buttons snap open and then a wrapper tear.
Emberlyn had just forced her eyelids to lift when he slid up her body and lowered his weight onto her, yanking down the top of her dress to bare her bra-clad breasts.
He deftly flicked open the front catch and latched onto her nipple, sucking so hard.
He lavished attention on first one nipple then the other, teasing both into tight throbbing buds.
‘I want you in me.’ She dug her fingers into his back. So much muscle and strength and power there. It was all entirely too drugging. ‘Hurry.’
‘No, I’m going in slow.’
Emberlyn was about to fervently object, but then she felt the very broad head of his cock inch inside her. Her eyes went wide at the sharp burn. ‘Oh, fuck.’ She hadn’t gotten a look at his shaft; hadn’t realized he was quite so thick.
‘Shh, be still.’ He lazily rolled his hips forward, forcing his dick deeper, groaning deep in his throat. ‘Your pussy is so tight.’ He put his mouth to her ear. ‘My pussy tonight.’
The possessive claim should have outraged her, but there was something arousing about the blatant nerve of it.
For the majority of her life, people had been wary of her – she’d made sure of it.
It had kept her safe, for the most part.
But the flip side? It had isolated her slightly.
Aside from Millicent, Michael and the twins, people had always been on their guard around Emberlyn to some degree.
No guy had ever dared handle her this way. Not even Michael. But Ripper just took.
He grabbed her. Pulled her. Held her down. Positioned her however and wherever he wanted.
And the pressure of his dick filling her to the point of bursting was glorious.
He swept a hand up her thigh, side and cupped her breast, a hint of possession in the hard press of his fingertips, leaving behind a tingling sensation – and she knew what the latter meant.
She hissed, pricking his hips with her nails. ‘I didn’t say you could scent-mark me.’
Releasing her breast, he delved his hand into her hair. ‘It’s already done. My scent is sinking into your skin now. It won’t wear off for days.’ He bit her earlobe. ‘You like that I’ve done it; like that I do what I want with you.’
God damn the bastard for picking up on that. She sent a rush of magick over him. ‘Now you smell of me.’ So ha.
A growl eased out of him as his free hand clutched her ass tight. Then he was moving, his hips violently snapping forward again and again. Every heavy jut of his hips forced his dick excruciatingly deep – it was bliss, it was pain, it was more than she could take.
But she had no intention of asking him to stop.
‘Knew you’d feel good,’ he said with a thick grunt. ‘Fucking perfect.’ The hand in her hair kept her head at the angle he wanted it, so he could stare right into her eyes.
She clasped his nape, lost to the feel of his cock dragging over her supersensitive inner walls as he pounded into her like an animal. It was savage. Brutal. A taking.
She’d had rough sex before, but this was different. So basic and primitive that there was something depersonalizing about it. It stripped her of every layer. Witch. Woman. Person.
She felt overwhelmed and possessed and downright owned. It unnerved her, but it didn’t stop her from dragging her nails down his back in demand. ‘Harder.’
He gave her what she wanted, every slam of his cock making her breasts jiggle. Right then, he was pure sexual aggression – and she reveled in it.
Her moans turned louder and breathier as she took his increasingly brutal thrusts. The friction soon became too much. ‘I’m going to come.’
He roughly palmed her breast. ‘Do it. Come.’
She arched into his hand, and the sharp prick of his claws knocked her over the edge. Her body shook as wave after wave of glorious white-hot pleasure overtook her.
Above her, Ripper lost it – unleashed every bit of strength and control as he chased his own release. Finally, he speared his cock deep and went still, his shaft throbbing as he growled into her neck.
They both went pliant, their bodies tremoring, their breathing all over the place.
Emberlyn pulled herself together enough to say, ‘If you regret this, I’d advise you not to say it. Can’t promise I won’t give you a pig’s tail on your forehead or something.’
He didn’t lift his face from her throat as he spoke. ‘No regrets here.’
Oh. Good. ‘Same,’ she said on a sated sigh. ‘Same.’
Passing the living-room doorway the next morning, Emberlyn did a double-take and slowed to a stop. Because Lucie sat on the spot where Ripper had last night feverishly fucked Emberlyn, and the feline was staring at her haughtily.
Emberlyn notched up her chin. ‘I feel you judging me, but I give not one shit.’ She swanned into the kitchen, where she went about making breakfast.
Despite having showered, moisturized and spritzed herself with perfume, she could smell Ripper on her – a faint earthy, woodsy scent.
She couldn’t really complain that he’d marked her, considering she’d temporarily covered him in the scent of her magick.
It hadn’t seemed to bother him, to her surprise.
He had left shortly after they’d fixed their clothes, wanting to check on Logan one last time – it hadn’t been an excuse to leave; she’d heard the honesty and concern in his voice.
Before walking out, Ripper had pinned her with a look that said he wasn’t done with her. Good. She wasn’t done with him, either.
When she’d found him on the porch last night, she’d known that something was wrong.
It had been evident in his dull expression, the tension in his large frame, and the defensive note in his tone.
She hadn’t understood why he would come to her of all people – only the twins had ever sought her out when needing to confide in someone – but Emberlyn hadn’t been about to send him away.
The last thing she’d expected was for them to fuck on her living-room floor. Which had been positively spectacular. Something, however, had been niggling at her since she woke; something that would put a downer on last night, if true . . .
Was it possible that he had – perhaps only subconsciously – fucked her to flip CeCe the finger?