Chapter 7
Maxim
She’s so goddamn tempting. Her lips are all red, like a perfectly ripe cherry. Her beautiful face is tilted toward me, and her cheeks are flushed.
So ready to be claimed.
“You have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I blurt out.
She blinks. “What am I doing?”
A groan bursts out of me. I can’t deny my passion anymore. “Driving me wild.”
Her eyes get very wide. “Really?”
“But I can’t.” I make a final attempt to shove my wolf back down, act respectable.
“Why?”
I shake my head. “Because I used to have tea parties with you”
She breaks into a smile. “But that was a long time ago, Maxim. I’m a grown woman now.”
“You sure are.” I can’t stop staring at her lips. I dip my head and claim them for the first time. She tastes like summer strawberries. Her mouth is so soft and small. And she’s kissing me, too. She’s not freaking out, but clinging to me.
The realization hits me like a thunderbolt. Her small hands are gripping the back of my head, and she’s tilting her jaw, inviting me in.
She wants this as much as I do.
I don’t hesitate. My beast roars inside me, and I plunge my tongue between her full cherry lips.
She gives a little moan, and her tongue dances against my own. I kiss her deeper and deeper. Our mouths meld perfectly. As if we were made for each other.
She’s fifteen years younger than me, but this feels so right. She’s what I’ve been looking for all my life. This sweet virgin is mine to claim.
“You know how much I want you?” I growl.
Her eyes are bright, lips parted. “I-I didn’t know if you liked me, like—”
Like her? It’s such a ridiculous notion, I laugh.
“I don’t just like you. I love you, Emory,” I say. It’s way, way too soon for that, but it’s the truth.
Her beautiful features freeze in shock. “You do?”
I nod. “I’ve loved you since you were small. But it’s a different kind of love now.”
Her breath hitches. “What kind of love is it now?” she whispers, like she hardly dares ask.
“It’s fierce, passionate. Full of desire to make you mine.” My voice comes out as a feral growl, but I’m not gonna apologize for it.
She makes a small sound, part gasp, part sigh, and she stares at me, her eyes bright and unblinking. “Maxim, I-I—” She breaks off.
“You don’t have to say anything.” I catch her hand and kiss it. “Just tell me you want me, too.”
Her tongue darts out and licks her lips. “I do. I want you so bad.”
I stare at her, hardly believing my own ears. This beautiful, stunning girl, who could have anyone, wants me, like I want her? I crush my mouth against hers again.
My beast pushes up beneath my skin. Claim her, right now, it roars.
She makes little whimpers as I plunge my tongue in deep. I imagine how she’ll sound when I push my cock inside her.
My cock is so hard, it hurts. I need more. I need to see her naked. Need to taste her sweet body.
“Show me,” I growl, against her lips.
“Huh?”
“Show me how you want me.” Fire is filling my blood, my cock is threatening to blow. But I need to know I’m not forcing her. I need to see my angel come to me of her own accord.
She draws back and something passes across her face. Her chest heaves as she takes a big breath.
Then she lifts up her shirt and tears it right off her head.
I swallow hard, and take in her pert tits for the first time.
She’s wearing a pale pink bra. It’s lacy and transparent, and I can make out the outline of her nipples.
And they’re hard. Aching to be taken into my mouth.
While I’m still staring at them, mesmerized, she tugs at her jeans, pushing them off her hips.
The scent of her arousal rises to my nostrils.
A hot, fertile fragrance. She’s so ripe, so ready.
Her panties are also pink lace.
“Beautiful,” I growl.
She tilts her head to the side, looks shy again. “I hoped you might see them.”
Holy crap. “You thought that when you got dressed this morning?”
She bites her lip. “Uh huh.”
I’m dead.
A growl breaks from my throat. I can’t hold back a second longer. I want to claim her right now, out here in the wild. But this angel deserves a soft bed for her first time.
I snatch her up in my arms and drag her inside, kicking the door shut behind me.
Emory
I lie back on Maxim’s bedsheets, trembling. A little bit from nerves, but mainly from my crazy, ridiculous need for him.
This is happening.
This guy—who I had a little-kid crush on, who’s been driving me insane with lust for the past two days—is really going to be my first.
The bedroom door creaks and I hold my breath as Maxim strides in.
Massive. Brutally handsome, with his scars and hard features. His presence fills the small room, and his eyes burn with pale light as they rake over me.
I feel exposed under his gaze. My nipples have turned to aching little pebbles and I can feel that my panties are damp between my legs, but I hold still and let him look. I want to savor this moment. Remember every last thing about it.
My own gaze zeros in on his erection, which is jutting out, straining against his zipper.
It’s so freaking huge. I’ve already felt it, pressing against me, like it’s been trying to find a way into me.
My pussy is throbbing at the thought of it inside me, taking my virginity. But is it even going to fit inside me?
I watch his hand go to his belt. Looks like I’m about to find out.
He unfastens it, slowly. I can’t breathe. Every last bit of my attention is focused on the deliberate movements of his hands. I’ve never even seen a cock before. I’m glad that the first one I’ll see will be his.
Then he stops. And instead, he tears his shirt over his head.
And my mouth falls open. What a body. Huge, ripped, tan, and covered in scars. Knife wounds, or claw marks, it’s hard to say, but they’re scattered over his torso.
“C’mere,” he growls, and he’s on me. He catches me up in his arms and covers me with burning kisses. I run my hands all over him. His skin feels like velvet, and I can’t get enough of it.
“Emory, my angel,” he mutters, his mouth hot on my skin, as he kisses his way down from my mouth to the valley between my breasts. His hands, rough but skillful, are behind my back, and he strips my bra right off. My hands shoot up to cover my tits. No man has ever seen them before.
He shakes his head “Let me see them.”
Obediently, I drop my hands again. Hold them down at my sides and let him look.
A sound of pure need breaks from his throat, and he falls on them. Cupping them in his strong hands, he sucks on my nipples, until I feel like he’s going to eat me alive.
But he doesn’t stop there. He tips me onto my back, and his rough tongue licks me all the way down my ribcage and belly, before he dives in between my thighs.
I squeak as he spreads my legs wide, making sounds of appreciation all the while. I’m so wet for him, embarrassingly wet.
“You smell so good, my angel,” he mutters as his tongue dances around the edges of my panties.
I tremble. I wonder what his tongue would feel like on my bare pussy. At last, he grabs the waistband of my panties and yanks them off. I hear the fabric tear, but I don’t care.
And then he’s spreading me. “I want to see you, Emory,” he grunts, as he pushes my thighs apart, opening me to his gaze.
I squirm and shiver under his scrutiny.
“Such a beautiful little pussy,” he growls. He draws back. “Anyone ever touched this little pussy before?”
“No. Of course not,” I say. I didn’t know it at the time, but I’ve been waiting for him all these years.
“Anyone ever looked at it?”
“Nope.”
“So, it’s all mine.”
My cheeks heat, and so does my pussy. I’m about ready to beg for him to touch me.
He goes still. “Is it mine, Emory?”
“Yes,” I reply, right away, and I almost orgasm on the spot. “It’s yours.”
With a growl of need, he dips his head and licks me for the first time.
I let out a wild cry as his tongue slides along my slit. He feels so good, plunging his tongue deep inside me, then lapping at my clit.
He’s so good, so skilled, and soon my thighs start to convulse.
“You ever come before?” he demands.
“Maybe?” I mutter.
His body jerks, and he lifts his head, keeping my thighs pinned wide apart. “Who with?”
I squirm, but his big hands are keeping me right where I am and I can’t move a muscle.
“Tell me, Emory.”
“Myself,” I say in a small voice.
“You’ve been touching yourself?”
“Uh huh.” My hands shoot up and cover my face.
“What were you thinking about?”
Darn. Now my cheeks are practically on fire.
“Tell me.” His voice gets stern, bossy.
“You,” I mumble. It’s true. Ever since my hand first wandered into my panties, it was Maxim I’ve been thinking about. Over the years, the memory of his features got fainter, but it was always him.
I hear his breath catch. “Fuck,” he groans. “Were you really?”
“Yup.”
“What were you thinking about exactly?”
God, this is cringy. “Y-you stripping me naked and taking me hard.”
His breathing is raspy with desire. “Tell me where.”
“All over my father’s house. Over the piano. On the kitchen counter. The stairs.”
“Jesus, Emory. You’re killing me,” he says. Then a wicked look comes into his eye. “Show me. Show me what you were doing while you were thinking about having my cock inside you.”
He leans back, staring at my spread pussy.
He wants me to touch myself while he watches?
Oh, god.