Savage Hunger(52)

So tight. Hot.

Grinding his teeth together, he shook his head. “Sienna, slow down, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” Though it was probably way too fucking late for that.

“I don’t want to slow down. Just take me. However you want,” she gasped. “The way we both want.”

Yes, take her. She’s yours. The animal inside him clawed toward the surface. Demanding he claim his woman. Fast. Hard.

His control snapped. With a savage groan, he gripped her hips and plunged into her again. Sinking deep into her tight, silky sheath.

Her nails dug into his back and her inner muscles gripped him. The sharp cries of pleasure she made were like a symphony to his senses as he moved inside her. Driving him, and carrying him on a wave of sensation and need. The desire to find his release and bring her to hers. And to claim Sienna completely.

Shit. His canines slid down, piercing against the lip he immediately curled to hide them. This had never happened during sex, and it was only by some miracle he managed to keep a small shred of sanity and not lower his head and bury the teeth into Sienna’s neck. Marking her as his in a move that would’ve bound her to him forever.

Fortunately she didn’t notice the wolf struggling to come out in him. She was so ensconced in her own pleasure. Her head was thrown back and her eyes closed as she matched his rhythm. Their bodies moving together as they moved toward their nirvana.

He thrust to the hilt and brought them both there. Hurtling past the threshold of passion and trembling in an aftermath of their release.

It seemed like minutes passed before he dragged in a needed breath and became aware of the world around them. The sound of birds off in the distance, the river running beside them, and the cool grass his hands were buried in to hold himself up.

With a low groan, he lowered his body onto Sienna’s, needing to feel them flush together for just a moment. She made a sigh of contentment and traced her fingers up and down his spine.

Warrick closed his eyes as another shudder of pleasure rocketed through him. Damn, but it felt good to be with Sienna like this. With the softness of her subtle curves beneath him and his cock still inside her. Not to mention the uneven, ragged breaths she kept sucking in as she recovered from her climax.

“That was so much better than I ever fantasized it would be.”

Warrick flinched at her words. At the reminder of how inexperienced she’d been. He gave a small shake of his head. Dammit, he hadn’t even thought it a possibility. After all her little taunting comments. The way she flirted and kissed him so skillfully. It didn’t even seem fathomable.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Sienna?”





Chapter Twelve

“Tell you what?”

His lips curled into a derisive smile. He didn’t buy the innocent response even a little bit. And he let his silence show that. Staring down into her pale blue gaze, he saw the guilt flicker there before she glanced away.

“I just…I thought you might not make love to me if you knew, Warrick. Not that I didn’t like what you did last night, but I wanted more. I didn’t think you’d ever give me more.”

“You’d have been right.”

It would’ve given him another reason to stay the fuck away from Sienna Peters. Sister of one of his good friends and his colleague’s daughter. Shit. A momentary lapse in sanity and he’d made love to the one girl he’d told himself he could never have. And worse, he’d been stupid enough to think she’d be all right with it being just a one-time thing.

A virgin. She’d been a virgin.

He’d been her first. An unwanted, blinding thrill of pleasure—of possessiveness swept through him. He wanted to deny it, but it was there and it was fierce.

“You’re way overthinking this, Warrick.” Her words held an edge to them. A warning.

“Am I really?” He gave a harsh laugh and lifted himself off her. “Do you want to tell me what else you’ve been lying about?”

“Look, I never lied to you about being a virgin, Warrick,” she said with exasperation now. “Maybe I didn’t tell you, but so what?” She stood and brushed a few strands of grass from her legs. “It shouldn’t make one bit of a difference whether you were my first of fiftieth, Warrick. It’s just sex. Really, penetration, if we’re going to be technical.”

Didn’t make a difference? A snarl of incredulity rose in his throat. Was she fucking delusional? “Oh, now that’s where you’re wrong, baby.”

It made all the difference. It meant he couldn’t look at her without knowing he’d been the only man inside her sweet body. Without suspecting he was the only man who’d made her come so hard that she’d had tears in her eyes. Without remembering the breathy way his name spilled from her lips when he’d been riding her and she’d been begging for more.