1. Maya #3
I knew Marco wasn’t always the sweet man that I’d first run into at the gas station what felt like years ago despite being only two weeks or so ago.
I knew that there was a darkness and authority to him that translated to not only us in bed but how he interacted with others from the supernatural community.
I couldn’t lie and tell you I didn’t find it attractive, because I did.
It appealed to a part of me that almost felt animal-like in nature, like his dominance was something that we should find appealing in a mate.
But I suppose it was possible that was in my head.
Either way, the darkness paired with the fierce protectiveness that he exhibited for his family was not only something I loved, but something that had my entire center tightening with need for him, no matter where we were.
Leaning closer, I brushed my lips against his sculpted golden cheekbone as a low rumble broke from his throat.
I wasn’t surprised when I pulled away, inhaling his freshly fallen snow and pine scent, that his mint-green eyes were so dark they were nearly black.
His dragon was lurking right under the surface of his skin, and I wanted very much to experience him fully.
The fluttering inside of my chest practically demanded it.
“We have to go soon,” he grit out, looking as though he wanted to do anything but.
I didn’t disagree with him in the least. My fingers intertwined with his as they slid up my thighs, the movement causing a wet heat to grow between them as my breathing hitched.
I wanted a repeat of the other night so badly, and I had absolutely no idea how to just ask for it.
I was hopeful that he could tell. It wasn’t like I shied away from showing him how much I wanted him.
“Marco.” Atlas’s voice had an almost growled edge to it that had both of us looking over as the man underneath me chuckled softly.
Atlas didn’t look upset, just worked up, and his pointed look at his computer had me wondering if maybe it was because we were somehow distracting him from work.
In which case, my original plan had been surprisingly somewhat successful.
“What? I thought it wasn’t a big deal?” Marco mused as he tightened his hold on me, causing me to roll against him slightly.
What wasn’t a big deal? Clearly not whatever was going on between us, because I could tell you my entire body knew this was a big deal.
A flame lit up my skin, feeling as though I was being burned from the inside out as lust coursed through me.
Something inside of me was shifting, and I had a feeling that eventually it would explode like a volcano.
I wasn’t positive what would happen then.
I was so distracted by this growing and burning need that I couldn’t even scold Bella, who was now on the other couch, climbing it like a mountain explorer. What the heck was she doing?
But then it didn’t fully matter.
The man that was holding me captive brushed his lips against my collarbone and smiled at the shake of the head that Atlas offered.
My fingers once again ran through Marco’s thick, dark hair, loving the way he seemed to lean into it.
A sound came from his chest that had my own face heating.
I wasn’t positive what to call the noise, but it soothed something inside of me, sounding like a purr that Bella would produce but a lot lower and causing the hair on my arms to stand straight up.
My legs tightened against him as I considered how I could ask him to help fix the frustration growing inside of me.
Maybe I just needed to be blunt about it…
“I can smell how turned on you are,” Marco snarled against my lips, causing a small, teasing smile to break onto my lips despite my embarrassment. Well, if he was going to make it that easy…
“I can feel how turned on you are,” I admitted breathlessly.
His eyes flashed with amusement and heat, his hands running under my dress as they cupped my butt.
A surprised noise left my throat at his rough hold, but instinctively I arched my back and pressed into his hard chest, wanting his touch everywhere.
“Always around you. Completely unavoidable.” His green gaze met mine, its intensity making me feel that same burst of heat from my core like a solar flare. One I was beginning to very much associate with Marco and all of my mates.
I nibbled my lip as I risked being a bit bold. “But now I know how to fix that.”
And he completely knew how to fix this sensation running through me.
I didn’t even care how. I just wanted his lips, his touch, his cock…
just him. I wanted all of him. A low growl broke from his throat as he captured my hands, which had slid against his chest, and moved them around my back so that I was truly pinned against him.
I moved against him, unable to avoid the small sound that came from my throat at the way he seemed to be getting larger and harder.
Not that it seemed even possible, because after having him inside of me, I knew exactly how massive he was.
“And how do you plan on fixing that, Maya?” he whispered, his eyes flaring with a dark, possessive flash that had my entire skin breaking out in a flush. “Are you going to let me bury myself between your legs again until?—”
“Fucking christ.”
My eyes shot up as I found Henry standing by the door of an attached office, followed by Croy, who offered me an amused smile. For whatever reason, Henry didn’t look nearly as relaxed… somehow, I think I was to blame.