When they finally broke apart, they were both panting. Her lips were swollen, eyes wild.
“Hunter...” Her voice was wrecked.
He kissed her again, cutting off her words, unable to stop. His wolf was completely in control now, recognizing its mate, demanding he claim her here, now, among the tropical plants under the stars. She whimpered into his mouth, her hands sliding under his shirt, nails raking down his back.
A door opened somewhere in the distance and voices echoed through the space. Hunter froze, holding her against him. He slowly lowered her back to the bench, both of them breathing like they’d run miles. The voices faded as the guests took a different path.
“I can’t…” She kissed him again, quick and hard. “I can’t go back to normal. Not after that.”
Chapter
Fifteen
The doorto room 412 clicked shut behind them, the deadbolt sliding home with a finality that made Brie’s pulse spike. Hunter moved through the suite, checking that the windows were latched. He then pulled the heavy curtains closed. The room plunged into intimate shadow, lit only by the warm glow of the lamps.
Her bear stirred with excitement. “Come here.” The command surprised her as it left her lips.
Hunter crossed the room in three measured strides. Brie closed the distance, reaching for his tie. The silk was smooth in her hands. She pulled him down slowly. He didn’t resist.
Their lips met with all the desperation of the interrupted moment in the atrium. No tentative exploration this time, just raw need as his mouth claimed hers. His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. She could feel his cock, hard and insistent through his suit pants, pressing against her stomach. Her pussy clenched in response, already wet from their make-out session among the tropical plants.
She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, needing him naked. Her fingers found his shirt buttons as he kissed down her throat, each brush of his lips making her skin burn.
“All through dinner,” he said against her pulse point, voice rough. “I could barely focus on anything but how badly I wanted to touch you.”
The confession sent heat spiraling through her. She finished with his buttons, pushing the shirt open to reveal his chest. Tattoos and scars marked his skin. Each one told a story of the dangerous life he led.
He found the zipper of her dress, drawing it down with agonizing slowness. The dress loosened, and she let it pool at her feet, stepping out in just her bra and the panties that were soaked through.
“Fuck.” The word punched out of him as he took her in. “You’ve got such a hot little body.”
His hands skimmed up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through the lace. Her nipples tightened immediately, and she arched into his touch. He unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. “And perfect tits.”
She tugged at his belt and the leather whispered free of the loops. Her hands shook slightly as she worked his pants open, knuckles brushing the impressive bulge straining against the fabric.
“Brie...”
She pushed his pants down, taking his boxers with them. His cock sprang free, and her mouth watered. He was thick and long,the head of his cock already glistening with pre-cum. Her pussy clenched again, imagining how he would feel inside her.
“Bed,” he said roughly, walking her into the bedroom.
The backs of her knees hit the mattress, and she sat, looking up at him. He stood before her like a warrior, all hard muscle and scars, his cock jutting proud and ready. Her bear purred with satisfaction. This was her mate. This magnificent, dangerous man was hers.
Hunter dropped to his knees, pushing her thighs apart. The first brush of his fingers against her soaked panties made them both groan.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down.
He made a sound that was pure satisfaction before lowering his head. The first lick was exploratory, a long stroke from her entrance to her clit that had her hands flying to his hair. He hummed against her, the vibration making her hips jerk.
“God, you taste good,” he murmured, before diving back in with purpose.
His tongue was everywhere, circling her clit, dipping inside her, learning exactly what made her shake. When he slid two fingers inside her while sucking her clit, she nearly came off the bed.
“Hunter! Fuck, right there…”
He curled his fingers, finding her g-spot, while his tongue worked her clit. Her orgasm slammed into her, and her thighs clamped around his head as she rode out the waves.
He pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs as she came down. When she could finally open her eyes, he was watching her with an expression of pure pride.
