Chapter 13
Analise turned her head to the side as her hands gripped the sheet beneath her, her thighs spread wide apart, Havoc spreading them wide to give himself plenty of room as he buried his face between her legs. She rocked her hips in time with the strokes of his tongue, on the brink of orgasm.
He rose up above her, every muscle of his body taut and straining as he looked down at her.
“Why’d you stop?” she asked between pants.
“Tell me you want this. Tell me it’s not just me that needs this, and I’ll finish, but not without your acceptance.”
“I’ve always wanted this, Havoc. Always.”
“Are you sure? You sure you love me?”
“Love was never the problem. I’ve never stopped loving you.”
Havoc released a gruff moan and inched forward, pressing the tops of his knees against her ass as he lifted her legs to rest against his shoulders while he prepared to press himself into her.
Analise watched his perfect naked body poised over hers, ready to give her what she’d wondered about all her life. What it would be like to be held in his arms, the focus of his attention. She’d never been intimate with Havoc, and despite the fact that she was no longer a virgin, she’d never found much satisfaction in the act itself. In fact, she got just about as much from the act of having sex as she did jogging around the block.
Havoc leaned forward to first kiss, then lick her throat, and she lifted her chin to accommodate him.
Her breath sucked in suddenly, her heart was pounding, her hands gripped the sheets so hard that the claws of her fox extending from her fingertips actually tore them, and her eyes popped open. “No!” she begged. “No! Why? Why do you always do this to me?!” she demanded of the quiet around herself as her dream faded.
Snarling, she threw the covers off and stomped to her bedroom door, yanking it open. Everything outside her door was silent, the house dark and still. If she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could hear the rhythmic snores of her father, and knew her mother was lying right beside him. Her sister was in her own bedroom, the door closed and the television on its all-night marathon as was her habit.
Analise sighed, almost heartbroken over waking up before her dream was finished. It was the one pleasure she allowed herself — her dreams of Havoc. She went down the darkened hallway toward the kitchen, shaking her head in disgust at the fact that her dream always, always, ended the same. She grabbed a spoon out of the kitchen drawer the silverware was stored in, opened the fridge and was standing there in the glow of the refrigerator light, eating cold bread pudding with a spoon when realization hit.
She stopped mid-chew and looked unseeingly at the shelves of the fridge. “He’s not in Missouri.” She canted her head just slightly as she finished chewing, then refolded the foil over the edge of the dish holding the leftover bread pudding. As she closed the door, she was still considering her next move. Usually, her dreams ended on a frustrated level, and she usually woke, accepted them for what they were knowing there was no way to rectify the situation — she was usually in Boston, and he was usually in Missouri. But not tonight. Tonight they were a matter of feet apart, not even a whole mile. And if Tempest’s words on the subject rang true, then he was awake, cursing her absence just like she was his at this particular moment.
“It’s my one chance to find out what it’s like,” she murmured, placing the spoon on the counter-top.
Barefoot, in only the Victoria Secret short-set pajamas her sister had gotten her for Christmas, Analise padded quietly for the front door. She reached silently for the doorknob, then noticed the small stack of blankets still sitting beside the door from the bonfire earlier that evening. She grabbed one off the top, then shoved her feet into her father’s muck boots and slipped quietly out of the door, closing it behind herself.
Analise shook out the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders, and kept her mind focused on the feel she imagined when thinking of Havoc’s hands on her body. The smell of his skin as his body dominated hers, the taste of his mouth on hers. “No. Just sensations. Just think about the sensations. Nothing else is part of this. Just the sensations. I’ve waited long enough.”
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Havoc’s hips froze mid-stroke, his consciousness slamming back into his body. His chest was heaving, his body hard and trembling from need. But release wasn’t coming for him. It never did. Sometimes it was closer than this particular dream. Sometimes in his dreams he’d actually been inside her, but never did he reach release, or give her any type of satisfaction either. And that was okay. He’d live with that, because all the rest of it, it was as close as he got to Analise, and he needed even that little bit of commune with her. That was what kept him going.
Flopping onto his back, he shoved the pillows out from under his head and onto the floor, kicking the covers out of his way as well. He flung his arms wide and closed his eyes, determined to try to get back to her.
Just almost there, beginning to doze again, a tapping on the door threatened to bring him back to reality.
“Just go away,” he growled.
The tapping started again.
“Go away!” he bellowed, fully awake now and pissed-off that there was probably no chance of getting back to Analise, for tonight anyway.
The tapping on the front door went from a hesitant tap to an insistent knock.
He threw himself out of the bed, each slap of his bare feet on the wooden floors a warning to whoever was interrupting the only fucking peace he ever got. He didn’t even look at the door when he reached the top of the stairs, instead focusing on the stairs themselves until he reached midway. Only then did he look up to see through the glass door so he’d know whose ass he’d be kicking, and he froze. There, with her face pressed against the cut-glass designs of the front door, was Analise.
He didn’t even bother with the rest of the stairs, he simply used one hand to brace himself against the railing and hopped over it, landing easily on both feet. He half-jogged to the door, unlocked it and yanked it open.
He looked at her, from head to toe and back again, wearing her sexy little silk short set with a blanket wrapped loosely around her shoulders. Her feet obviously shoved into her daddy’s boots. Her nose was reddened from the cold, her cheeks pinked as she looked up at him.
There was a steady rumble pouring from his chest but she didn’t step back.
In fact, she shuffled closer to the threshold of the door.
Havoc’s feet covered the threshold, standing across the weatherstripping as he looked down at her. “Why are you here?” he managed to get out.
“You,” she answered.
He looked at her, almost accusingly, as he tried to decipher her answer.
“I want you,” she said.
That was it. That was all it took. He snapped. Havoc reached out and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his body as he slammed his lips down onto hers. Sure, he’d kissed her before, but not like this. This was not the kiss of a teenage kid trying to find his way. This was the kiss of a man who’d lived enough and lost enough to know his forever when it was right in front of him. He backed up enough that he could slam the door, then set her on her feet. He held her head in his hands as her blanket fell to the floor, her face turned up to him as he gazed down into her eyes. “I have waited so long,” he growled.
Analise nodded.
“If I start this…”
She shook her head and raised a hand to press a finger against his lips. “I don’t want to talk. I need to feel you, taste you, know what it’s like to be your focus, to have all of this power, this strength, focused on me. I want to be surrounded by you, dominated by you, loved by you. I don’t want to wonder what it’s like anymore. Don’t talk to me. Show me.”
Havoc kissed her again, slowly, letting the passion grow, banking the flames between them. He pulled away from her gently and looked down at her beloved face, her eyes closed, her lips just barely parted. He stroked the fingertips of his right hand down her cheek, then kissed the tip of her nose.
She opened her eyes and looked into his.
He smiled at her and stepped to the side, locking the door so there would be no interruptions. He lifted her, spreading her legs and placing her on his hips, her legs to his sides.
She kicked off the rubber boots that were just barely hanging onto her small feet, and wrapped her arms around his neck, then very carefully he started back up the stairs.
She kissed him with each step he took, until she had a sudden sobering thought. “Harley?” she asked.
“With my mom and dad. It’s just us.”
She heaved a sigh of relief and licked her tongue across his lips.
He growled, low and deep, his eyes flashing. “I don’t know how gentle I can be.”
“Neither do I,” she said, her own eyes reflecting the desire he felt.
“This place may burn down around us,” he said.
Analise smiled at him. “As long as I finally get satisfaction, I really don’t care.”
Havoc stepped off the top stair onto the third-floor landing, and went directly toward the front of the house where the master suite was. He went straight to the bed and stood her on it. Taking the time to undress her, top and shorts, then to very slowly slide the silk panties off her hips. “Fuck me,” he said, reaching out and stroking a finger through the small bit of flame-colored-curls she’d left there when she’d shaved everything else smooth.
“I’m trying,” she said, moving her right foot a little further to the right to open herself up a little more as he stroked and played with her already swollen, slicked labia.
He quickly pulled his hand away from her, licked his fingers clean around a moan, then shoved his pajama pants down to his ankles, kicking them away. When he looked up at her face, he realized her mood had changed. “What? What’s wrong?”
She shook her head as she gave a little shrug. “You are just perfect. There’s no other word. Absolutely beautiful,” Analise whispered.
Havoc smiled at her. “Really? I’m okay?” he asked, looking down at his body quickly and running a hand over his muscled chest and belly with the dark auburn sprinkling of hair across them before looking up at her face again.
She couldn’t believe it. He really didn’t know how beautiful he was. All his bravado, all his activity for lack of a better word, and he was still so unsure of himself. “Havoc, there is no equal alive. You are just beyond explanation.”
He smiled at her through the long, thick shoulder length waves of auburn hair that had always been his go to hairstyle. “That’s how I feel about you. Looking at you. Tasting you… my God, how did I ever survive without you. There is no one else alive. Period. You blind me to all others.”
And with that Analise started to get nervous. She didn’t mean for this to be anymore than it was. Just a need. Feeding a need, satisfying a desire that had been growing since she was old enough to have desire. “Havoc?” she asked, her delicate brows bunching as she looked at him.
He smiled at her. “I know. Show you.”
She nodded. “If you don’t mind.”
He took her hands in his and held onto them as he guided her to the bed, then lifted her by the hips as he held her and moved her up the bed, his body coming down between her legs. He kissed her breathless, then slowly began kissing his way down her body, stopping at her nipples to suckle them, tease them, stroke them, and finally pressing a kiss between them before pressing a trail of kisses lower, across her ribcage to her stomach, then finally a kiss to each hip before he lifted her legs to rest them one on either side of his head as he engulfed her with his mouth, his tongue flicking up and down her slit as his lips suckled, trying to experience all he could at once.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, her hips raised, angled toward him as he finally broke the seal of his lips against her pussy and let go of her thighs so he could hold her open, using long swipes of his tongue to separate her folds, before focusing on her swollen clit. Every time he flicked it, her body jumped in response. He grinned as he sucked her clit between his lips and tapped it with his tongue, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm.
He raised his head and looked at her, perfect, gorgeous, his, laid out before him. Her hands out to her sides, gripping the bedsheets, her hips curled up toward his face, her head thrown back with abandon, her wild red curls spread across his bed. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be buried inside her now, right now. He went up on his knees, scooting closer and closer to her as he stroked his thumb in and out of her eager channel.
She lifted her head. “What’s wrong?”
“Not a thing,” he answered, his voice almost too gruff to comprehend.
“You stopped,” she accused.
One side of his mouth turned up; the entire rest of his expression was downright threatening. Completely predatory, wild and uncontrolled. “I need you to say you want this,” he growled.
“I came to you. I begged you. What more do you need?”
“Tell me, you want me. Me. That it’s only me that gives you what you need.”
She thought about denying him, but she knew she’d be lying and he’d sense it. It was pointless to even try. “I want you. No one can give me what I need but you. No one has ever been able to give me what I’m missing.”
Some unidentifiable expression passed over his face.
“Can you? Can you make me feel whole?”
He nudged closer until the tops of his thighs just above his knees hit her ass, then he lifted her thighs and draped them over his shoulders as he leaned forward, catching himself on his left hand, placed near her head as his right hand lined his swollen cock up with her entrance. He looked down into her eyes, demanding wordlessly that she not look away as he made one forceful thrust, forcing himself deep into her body.
She smothered a scream, determined to keep looking into his eyes as he pulled back and thrust back into her again and again and again. All sense of humanity left him as he practically devoured her body, fucking her for all he was worth, touching places inside her, literally and figuratively, that had never been touched before.
And she met him, stroke for stroke, reaching for him, digging her claws into his triceps to hold onto him as she gave as good as she got, refusing to let this be just a one-sided encounter. His Wolf was clearly looking at her through Havoc’s eyes now, thrilled that their mate was finally the female beneath them.
And her Fox was yipping in her mind, figuratively and literally as well, letting Havoc’s Wolf know she was fully onboard and ready to come screaming with him as soon as he drove her there.
“’Lise,” Havoc growled as his hips picked up speed.
“Yes. Yes, please,” she begged.
“Always, every day, every night,” he said, as he grasped her hips and started riding her even harder than he had before.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, her hands releasing him to press against the headboard to try to gain enough traction to push back against him.
He stretched his body forward, so that his cock would drag across her clit as he stroked it into her with abandon.
Her chest rose and fell with her pants, tears began to pour from the outer corners of her eyes and spill down into her hair, she gritted her teeth, and finally, finally after so many years, she screamed as her body shuddered with sweet release. She relaxed her arms where her hands pressed against the headboard, letting the ecstasy wash over and through her as she stopped thrusting with him.
“No! No, that’s not all,” he snarled, grabbing her thighs and pressing her knees up by her ears, lifting her pussy up off the mattress.
Havoc moved closer so that his thighs were almost straddling her, his cock being forced into her on a downward slant. He fucked her furiously, until she was begging for release again, then when she was just about there, he lifted up on his knees again, taking her ankles with him to balance or not on his shoulders as he ran his thumb over her clit taking advantage of the sweet, slick satisfaction pouring from her body. It only took three strokes of his thumb in conjunction with his cock touching her cervix to send her over the edge again.
She screamed again, arching her back as her channel clenched at him, his chest rumbling happily as he turned his head and nipped at her ankle just enough to draw blood, then sealed his mouth against the small bite, taking her blood into his body as he filled her pussy again and again with his own release, while his Wolf pranced happily in his mind because they’d finally marked their mate.
Havoc waited several minutes until his cock relaxed enough to release itself from her depths, then he flopped to the bed beside her, gathering her up and turning them on their sides. Both of them breathing heavily, they lay there, at peace for the first time as he spooned her, molding his body to the curve of hers.
She lifted her head sometime later. “I need to clean up.”
“No, hell no. You need to lie here and let me hold you while you smell like me, and I smell like you. I need to feel you in my arms while your body is full of me. Let me have this.”
“You need it that bad?” she asked doubtfully.
“So fucking bad,” he murmured, already tucking his face back into her neck and shoulder and closing his eyes.
Despite herself, she smiled. She closed her eyes and let herself begin to drift off to sleep.
“Love you, ‘Lise. Always have. Every moment of my life I’ve loved you.”
She let out a sigh, so many things at once rushing through her and over her. Swallowing audibly as she considered all possible answers, she settled on the truth. “I love you, too, Havoc. Always have.”