Chapter 8
Maddison couldn’t pretend she was dreaming. Not anymore. This was real, and so was the desire that tore through her body, clouding her mind and making her want things she’d never admitted to herself even in her darkest fantasies.
She wanted to climb him like a ladder, wrap her legs around his hips, and let him fuck her right here and now. Without even thinking about it, she released one of his horns and began tugging blindly at the fastening of her jeans. Wait. Shoes first and then pants.
While she floundered, Havoc unslung the bag from his shoulder and began systematically removing the weapons from his belt, back, and upper arms.
Right. Her backpack. That needed to go, too.
She shrugged out of the pack and then toed off her shoes, every motion fueled by urgent need. She wanted to press her naked body against his. Would his fur tickle when it touched her breasts? Considering how tender they felt right now, she bet the answer was yes.
Yes. Yes. Yes. The word bounced around inside her skull like a mantra.
Havoc caught her hands as she fumbled at the clasp again. Her fingers shook, and the cord around her wrist kept getting in her way.
“Undressing you is my job. You will undress me.”
His voice was low and rough, holding just a hint of command. Normally, that would have made her anxious, but not with him. She somehow knew that if she ever said no, he’d listen to her.
She moved her hands to the heavy band of leather that encircled his waist. It took him a few seconds to find the knotted straps that held it in place and longer still before she managed to untie them.
When his kilt fell away, she was left staring at his naked body in open wonder.
He was beautiful. In the moonlight, he looked like a living statue too perfect to be real. But he was. Very real and very large. All over.
His thighs were thicker than her waist, and between them, rising up to touch the hard planes of his stomach, was his cock.
Were those… she reached out and touched him, her fingers stroking gently.
Nukes and novas, his cock was ridged. The raised bands flexed beneath her touch, and her pussy clenched as she imagined what it would be like when he was inside her.
Havoc groaned and shuddered, bucking his hips against her hand. He was still trying to open the clasp and having as little luck as she’d had.
She gripped him harder, stroking him with her fingers. He groaned again, the sound morphing into a growl as he extended his claws and tore through the fabric.
“I only have one more pair,” she protested, but somehow the loss didn’t bother her. It’s not like she needed to save the dress pants she’d been wearing when this crisis started for some future special occasion.
“Your clothes are difficult, and I don’t like them.
Bysshe makes jumpsuits for himself. He can make you something less cumbersome.
” He tugged her pants and underwear down her legs as he talked.
Once they were at her knees, she took over, shoving them down with one hand and stepping out of them.
Seeing them on the ground gave her an idea.
She nudged the ruined fabric into a mound and then kneeled down on top of it.
“What are you doing?” Havoc demanded.
“This.” She leaned forward, letting her lips brush over the thick crown of his cock. The result was everything she had hoped for. Havoc roared, his hands balling into fists at his sides.
“Fuck!” he gasped as she opened her mouth and took him inside. “More.”
He stood, muscles locked, his chest heaving, looking down at her with wonder. It made her feel powerful to have this huge male enthralled, and it gave her the courage to continue. She opened her jaw wider and leaned forward, letting him fill her mouth as her tongue swirled along his length.
She couldn’t possibly take all of him, so she curled the fingers of one hand around the root of his shaft.
“Yesss,” he groaned, the word accompanied by a hiss of breath. He cupped the back of her head with one huge hand, holding her without forcing her forward.
She hummed softly, letting the fingers of her free hand stroke slowly up the inside of his thigh. He shivered, his stance widening as she moved higher, giving her access to whatever part of him she wanted to touch.
Silky fur gave way to bare skin as she reached his balls. When she held them in her hand, he threw back his head and roared again.
She continued sucking and stroking him as her clit began to throb and the proof of her arousal trickled down her thighs. She squirmed and clenched her legs together, trying to create enough friction to give her some relief.
Havoc inhaled sharply. The next thing she knew, he had his fingers wrapped in her hair and was gently pulling her away from him. “No, little star. I smell your need. You need my cock somewhere besides your sweet mouth right now.”
She wanted to protest, but he was right. She did need him. Stars, she wanted him so badly her body shook as he helped her to her feet. She nearly collapsed back onto the ground when he cupped his hand over her mound and pressed deep into her slick folds.
When he brushed her clit, she moaned, her hips rocking as she rubbed herself against his hand.
She planted her hands on his chest, steadying herself as he teased her with his fingers.
He brought her almost to the brink of orgasm before removing his hand and lifting his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking them with obvious enjoyment.
“You taste even better than you smell.”
She laughed and said the first thing that sprang into her lust-drunk mind. “So do you.”
“You distracted me so much I forgot to finish undressing you.” He actually grinned as he raised the cord that still bound them together. “Though I’m loath to remove this, I think it will be easier to get your clothes off if I do.”
With a deft touch, he loosened the knot and slipped it off her hand. “We’ll save this for another time. Maybe I will tie you to my bed so you don’t try to distract me again.”
She shivered and bit back a moan. That had been a fantasy of hers a long time ago.
Before her ex, she’d never been with someone she trusted enough to mention it, and there had never been any trust with him.
He’d never cared about her needs. He’d take what he wanted and leave her frustrated, hurting, and alone.
Havoc’s nostrils flared, and she knew he’d noticed her reaction.
“You’d like that?” he asked.
“Maybe.” It was as close as she could come to admitting it, but even that made her cheeks heat.
“When you admit that is what you want, I’ll do it.” He gripped the bottom of her T-shirt and drew it over her head. “Until then, I know what you need right now.”
He tossed her shirt away. Then he turned and scanned the surrounding area. About two meters away was a tree with a trunk as wide as their shuttle. “That will do.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he moved to stand in front of her and tapped his chest. “Up.”
She understood what he wanted her to do. Without a word, she put her hands on his shoulders while he caught her around the waist. She hopped up, and he lifted her until her head was level with his. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Perfect.” Havoc brushed a kiss to her lips as he settled her even lower so his cock was trapped between the folds of her pussy, the hard, heated length of him pressed against her clit.
She moaned and squirmed, rubbing herself over him, desperate to slake even a small part of her need.
Instead of taking her immediately, he strode over to the trunk of the same tree. When her back was pressed against the surprisingly smooth bark, he changed his grip to hold her by the hips.
“This is the part where you scream my name,” he told her and then crushed his mouth against hers. Their tongues tangled as he pulled his hips back until his cock was seated at her entrance. She arched her back, giving him more room, desperate for him to bury himself inside her.
“Please,” she whispered the word into his mouth as he kissed her.
He made a soft sound that was nothing like the roar he’d made before. It took her a moment to realize what it was. The sound buzzed against her tongue and rumbled in his chest where it was pressed to hers.
He was purring, and it was the sexiest sound she’d ever heard.
She buried one hand in the thick length of his hair, wrapping the coarse strands around her fingers.
It was more like a mane than human hair, which made sense.
Havoc was nothing like the human men she’d been with. He was better in every way.
One of those ways made itself clear as he eased his thick cock into her pussy. One, two, and then three, his ridges slid inside, rubbing against flesh so sensitive that she nearly came on the spot.
His tongue invaded her mouth as he pinned her against the tree. She felt the cool smoothness of the bark as a counterpoint to the blazing heat of his kiss. She arched her back, pushing her hips toward him and driving his cock deeper.
“Maddison,” he groaned her name like a prayer as he buried himself to the hilt. He filled her so completely that even the smallest movement created a delicious friction between them.
“Mmhmm,” she made an incoherent noise, her senses too scrambled to form words. If this was what he meant when he’d promised her pleasure, she needed to redefine that word.
She’d been wrong about what she needed in her life. It wasn’t stability or quiet. It was Havoc.
He withdrew slowly, the ridges of his cock sliding along her inner walls. She flexed her body around him, drawing a low, shuddering growl that vibrated through his chest and into hers.
She braced herself for his next thrust, her hands moving from his shoulders to grip his horns. That gave her leverage to push downward, chasing what she needed. What she craved.