




4. MAYA
POV Maya:
I was bluffing. I didn't know how to do it hard and fast. Nor did he know how to make something soft and slow. I only knew that his eyes never left me, and my heart wouldn't calm down from the moment I saw him.
This choice marked the first time I was certain of something. I wanted Rhyson. I would never see him again, and only he would know the truth.
A secret. I had few, but I desperately wanted this one. I needed a souvenir.
And Rhyson from Summerset would be a perfect option.
His hands glided over my skin, and I couldn't control my breathing. As he leaned closer, my body began to tremble.
"Are you changing your mind?" he asked quietly as his hands pushed my shirt up. In response, I stripped off my clothes completely and smeared my lips. I didn't trust myself to say anything. Maybe I'd claim I'd changed my mind, or perhaps I'd beg for more. He was excellent at distracting me.
Instead, I grabbed his shirt and tried to pull it off him. It was difficult due to our height difference, but if he thought my seduction techniques were odd, he didn't let it show. Instead, he raised his arms so I could remove his shirt.
Most shapeshifters were very muscular. It took energy and strength to transform, so the appearance of his abdomen wasn't surprising, but the scars were. Shapeshifters tended to heal so quickly that scars barely formed, yet he had a deep one that ran from his shoulder to his chest, mirroring the one on his eyebrow.
"Do you need me to put my shirt back on?" he asked in a low voice. Raising my hand, I traced my finger over the scar. I wanted to ask how it happened, but I also had my scars. They weren't as deep as his, and in that dim light, I hoped he wouldn't see them, but if he did, I didn't want him to ask questions. So I nodded in response and lifted my chin to him.
With a growl that sent shivers down my spine, he seized the back of my neck and kissed me. Shocked, I opened my mouth, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss with a swipe of his tongue. As he walked away, his eyes glimmered golden, and my stomach twisted.
"Your taste. Your scent. There's something..." Grabbing my chin, he scrutinized me closely before leaning in to kiss me again. This time, there was no fear, only the anticipation of how he would make me feel. I moaned and clutched the waistband of his pants. After unbuttoning the fly and lowering the zipper, I sought out his cock. The size didn’t surprise me. It wasn’t the first erect cock I had seen, but it was the first one I had touched, and the heat of it made me shiver.
Rhyson grunted and pushed himself into my hand. Instinctively, I closed my fist around him. He grabbed me again and pulled my hand away. "If you need to know anything tonight, it’s that you shouldn’t touch me without permission. If you want to grab my cock, then you ask, honey. You beg."
I was taken aback; he released me and flashed an arrogant smile. "What’s up?"
"Can I touch you, Alpha?"
"Almost there," he grunted. "Try again."
"Please, let me touch you," I whispered. "I want to make you feel good."
"Better." Taking my hand, he licked my palm and placed it on his cock. "It squeezes me tight. It makes me hot and hard for you."
Leaning in again, he pressed my mouth against his and bit my lower lip. His kiss grew more aggressive, and he paused only to rip my shirt off. Naked and exposed to this stranger, I wondered if I would succumb to my wolf's skittish nature and flee. He continued to grind against my hand while gazing at me. His hands traveled down the spine of my neck, and I waited to see if he would wrap his hands around me and squeeze.
I had encountered a few monsters in my life, and I felt that Rhyson was the most dangerous wolf I had ever seen. Yet here I was, willingly stripped naked in front of him. Had I lost my mind? He could kill me in this hotel room. No one knew where I was. Damn, after what happened tonight, I suspected no one would care.
His hands didn't even pause as they traveled down my collarbone and brushed over the swell of my breasts. I moaned involuntarily as they glided over my nipples. Rhyson froze, and a fierce growl erupted from him as he suddenly grabbed my hips and pulled. I barely had time to scream as my body fell against the couch cushions, my head nestled between the seats. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, and his mouth descended.
And when I finally managed to scream, it wasn't out of fear. An electrifying pleasure coursed through me as his tongue plunged into my pussy. She had only been touched by my hand, and the warmth and intensity of his tongue left me dazed and so beside myself that I could not even control my actions.
"That damn taste," Rhyson growled before sinking his teeth into my thigh. "You're a honey." I moaned helplessly as his tongue curled over me, and I shook my hips to find him. "Wait," I gasped.
His head paused. "Why?"
"I'm going to... so it will end..."
"With strength and speed. That's what you wanted, and don't worry. With this here, I quickly get hard again. You'll be mine till dawn." His eyes were practically gold as he stared at me. "On my tongue, Maya. I want to savor you completely."
Gathering my strength, I nodded and closed my eyes, arching my back off the couch as he pleasured me with his tongue. Everything was so intense and a little terrifying, and when I exploded, I soared into the air.
Literally. The wolf caught me, and I flew, my body soft from orgasm until I fell into something soft. A mattress.
A moment later, Rhyson joined me. He had removed his pants and was completely naked when he positioned his body on top of mine and placed me beneath him.
He kissed me. I could taste my essence on his tongue, and as his cock nestled between my thighs, I moaned beneath him. "Hungry for more," he grunted, sliding his tongue over my nipple. Lifting his body, he slipped his palm between my thighs. "We're going to make a big mess tonight, aren't we? Damn, you're already wet for me." I was. Although an orgasm shook me deeply, I craved more than just his mouth. I wanted to feel all of his length inside me. I wanted to make him feel good. "Fuck me," I whispered, boldly running my nails across his chest. "Please."
"You have a foul mouth, Maya. Let's see if I can get you to shout that word." His eyes turned golden as he settled between my legs and guided his cock into me. Lifting my knees, I smeared my lips as my body shifted, trying to accommodate him. I had a good variety of vibrators, but none of them felt like him. None of them looked like him. Rhyson paused, his chest heaving as his breaths turned into loud grunts. "That fucking velvet pussy hugging me," he whispered heavily. "I can take it more."
"You're going to take it all, honey." Leaning down, he kissed me hard as he pulled my hands over his head, withdrew his member, and thrust it deeper several times until, with a rough growl, he plunged into me.
He was right. He was going to make me scream that word. "Fuck." He barely gave me time to breathe as he withdrew and re-entered with strength and speed. Just as I had requested. As he had promised. We were both on fire, sweaty and moaning as he fucked me in bed. The sheets curled around us, and the pillows fell off the bed as he lifted my legs up and above him, fucking me even deeper. I came two more times, digging my nails into his back until I was sure I had made him bleed. His roar as he flooded me shook the bed.
Rising above me, he turned me onto my stomach and fell on top of me. His body trembled against mine as his legs spread mine, holding me tightly while breathing heavily into my ear.
He was right again. We had made a mess. The damp stain beneath me spread, and I shifted slightly, trying to find a different spot on the bed to rest.
His penis hardened, and he cursed softly. I was paralyzed under his command.
"Again," he said, his teeth clenched in my ear. "The same way. I want to feel you twitch around my penis when I get closer and rub against that clitoris of yours."
"Fuck," I moaned.
"Almost there. Try again. Just like before. Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me."
His cock slid into me, and I held on with all my strength.