Risky and Wild(29)

I don't feel like Lyric Lenore Rentz at all right now, but someone else entirely, someone who's risky and wild and feral. I run my nails over Royal's flesh, groaning into his mouth as he kneads my breasts, grinds his pelvis into me until he's hard and ready again, cock gliding between my folds. He teases my clit with powerful thrusts, the slickness between our bodies making the movements effortless. When Royal guides himself into me again, it's seamless, the two of us working the friction between us until I'm coming again, my back arcing up into him as he takes my hips in his hands and empties his body into mine.

It's violent and messy and not at all romantic, but it feels so goddamn good.

Royal rolls off of me, collapsing into the navy blue sheets as I pant and shake, throwing an arm across my eyes as my body trembles and my thighs clench tight against the pulsing throb between them.

“You're a horrible prick,” I whisper as he rolls towards me and pulls me in close against his body, his breath just as rugged and frantic as my own. I can feel Royal's heartbeat as he tucks me against him in a possessive maneuver, his voice oozing male satisfaction.

“Bloody awful, aren't I?” he replies, as lazy and sated as a cat. The scent of sex and sweat mixes with the spicy flavor of Royal's shampoo as he tousles my hair. “I bet you're just dying to get back to the office, so you can fanny about with paperwork. So much more exciting than spending the day with me. Question is, do you usually come three times in an hour of office work?”

I slap at Royal's muscular arm, but I'm smiling, letting his heat, his scent, envelop me. It might sound stupid, but I feel safe here like this, wrapped in his arms. Funny, considering dating him is probably the most dangerous thing I've ever done.

“Can't say that I ever have,” I tell him as he chuckles behind me and basks in the after-sex glow. “Although there was this one time I came close; I was working on the most riveting press release …”

“Cheeky little shit,” Royal says, but it's affectionate, and warm, and nothing at all like I'd ever expected from this man. “You start talking like that, and I'm bound to get jealous. And when I get jealous …” He trails off, running the fingers of his right hand down my bare side, sliding his warm skin over my curves and making me bite my lip. “Well, let's just say you really don't want me to finish that sentence.”

“Don't be so sure about that,” I say and then blush. Thank God I'm facing the opposite direction.

“Oh, is that so?” Royal purrs, leaning over me so he can get a good look at my face. “You foxy little minx.” That beautifully inked right hand of his sneaks between my legs and makes me gasp. “You really aren't finished yet, are you?” Royal teases my opening with his fingers and then pulls away abruptly with a laugh, rolling over and standing up, leaving his gloriously muscular backside in view. I could bounce a quarter off that ass, I think, and then I'm blushing even harder.

I glare at Royal over my shoulder as he grabs a pair of crumpled jeans from the floor and tugs them up his naked hips.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I turn over and pull the sheets up to my throat. I can't handle his eyes on my breasts, my nipples, my anything. My entire body feels like a lightning rod in a storm, ready to be electrified at any moment. I'm still wet, still ready, still wanting, and there he is pulling on a shirt and slugging on a leather vest.

“Same thing you are, Pint-Size,” Royal tells me, tossing my bra and shirt onto the bed. “Getting dressed.” When he grins, it's nice and big and white, totally full of shit. And I like it. A lot. Way too much maybe. “As much as I'd love to stay in bed with you all day,” Royal says, giving me a look that really makes me believe that, “there's a lot to deal with right now.” A pause. That grin getting a little bigger, a little wider. “Besides, I like knowing you're wet and ready for me. Randy as hell and pissed the fuck off.” He laughs when I raise my eyebrows and tosses my skirt in front of me. “Come on, love. It's time for a little field trip.”

I feel my heart start to pound as I consider going back to the Alpha Wolves Compound. After last night, everyone will know. Everyone. Like that girl, Mia. Just thinking about her makes me feel sick. I can still hear her words in my head, although now they seem to have grown a whole other meaning.

“You don't know anything about this club and you sure as shit don't know anything about its president.”

She was right; she still is right.

And yet, here I am, diving into this thing headfirst.

That's either a really brave … or a really stupid thing to do.





Lyric is nervous as hell—but she's damn good at hiding it.