Echoes of Fire (The Mercury Pack #4)(68)

“All the way.”





CHAPTER THIRTEEN



Satisfaction and relief flooded Bracken and his wolf. “Then, kiss me.” He held still as she lifted her mouth to his and traced the outline with the tip of her tongue. A tongue she then sank into his mouth to tangle with his own. He meant to let her lead, but then her claws pricked the brand on his nape just as she sucked gently on his bottom lip. And he remembered just how good it felt when she was sucking on something else.

Bracken swept his hand up her back, thrust it into her hair, and took over. Kissed her greedily but languidly, intending to indulge in a long, slow, lazy exploration of her mouth. The same long, slow, lazy exploration he intended to give her body. He wanted her to feel owned. Claimed. Completely and utterly possessed. Wanted her to know to her bones that she was everything to him.

Madisyn sighed into his mouth, wishing she could bottle this kiss up. He didn’t rush. He lingered. Relished. Like her mouth was a piece of fruit that needed to be savored. His tongue danced with hers, licking and stroking. Flooding her brain and body with all kinds of delicious endorphins.

She poured herself into the scrumptious swirl of sensation, unable to drag enough air into her lungs but unwilling to pull back. She couldn’t have moved even if she’d wanted to—with his firm and dominant grip on her hair, he held her head exactly as he wanted it.

They shared breaths and swallowed each other’s moans as the untamed sexual energy kept building between them. The kiss was luscious and intoxicating and woven with a deep sensuality that made the outside world disappear, clearing her mind of all her anger and worries.

Bracken dipped his head and swirled his tongue around her pulse. “I want you in my bed.”

“I can tell.”

Gathering the bottom of her top, he slowly peeled it off and then dropped it on the floor. He raked his gaze over her, drinking in her soft skin, supple muscles, sinful curves, and round, perky breasts topped with rosy nipples. The little buds tightened under his scrutiny. “Perfect. Perfect for me.” He stroked his hands down her sleek back, holding her close. “My pretty kitty.”

She chuckled. Her cat, relaxing now that Madisyn had lost her tension, brushed up against him.

Bracken grabbed one of the arms she’d curled around his neck and gently tugged it down. Licking over the Alice in Wonderland tattoo on her wrist, he smiled and nipped at the skin there. “I want my signature tattooed on you.”

Madisyn blinked. “Your signature?” She had to smile at the boyish grin on his face that said he knew it sounded odd, but fuck, he really liked the idea.

“Yeah.” Bracken skimmed his finger along her inner arm. “It would look good right here. Or . . .” He swept the tip of his finger over the swell of her breast. “There. Or even . . .” He breezed his thumb over the V of her thighs. “There . . . except I don’t want anyone else touching your pussy or breasts. So yeah, it could go here, on your inner arm, so we can both look at it whenever we want.”

Madisyn gasped as he took her mouth again. This kiss wasn’t soft or easy. It was an atomic explosion of raw need that made her body flare to life, like she’d been plugged in to a power source. He ate at her mouth until her cheeks were flushed, her pupils were dilated, and her breathing was short and rapid. Those soft, warm lips and that exceptionally talented tongue stole every bit of her attention until it was sharpened on him. He was all she saw and felt and heard.

Bracken snapped open the button of her fly and pushed down her shorts and panties. He kicked them aside, breathing deep. “You’re wet. I can smell it.” Feathering his fingers down her arm, he slowly prowled behind her and growled at the sight of that tight little ass. “So much for me to play with.” He lightly ran his finger down the length of her spine. “What shall I do to you first?”

“The possibilities are endless.”

Bracken crouched behind her and shackled her ankles with his hands. “Yes, they really are.” He delivered a suckling bite to one globe of her ass, right on the little dimple there that drove him crazy. “Love this ass,” he said, nuzzling the other globe as he snaked his hands up those butter-smooth legs.

He rose to his feet, pressed his front against her back, and let her feel his cock, hard and thick and long, dig into her through his jeans. He kept his hands at his sides as his mouth grazed her ear, his tongue lightly flicking the lobe. “Remember: you have to do what I tell you to do.”

Madisyn shivered as his warm breath breezed over her ear, causing the hairs on her nape to lift. There was something very decadent about having him pressed up against her, fully dressed, while she was naked. “You didn’t play fair this morning.”

“Did you think I’d play fair?” Bracken smiled as her upper lip quivered in a snarl, making him think of her cat. One thing he’d sensed about Madisyn was that she liked when he took control. Her problem was that she felt that she had to fight him—like it was a matter of pride for her. So he needed to give her a situation in which it didn’t reflect on her strength if she obeyed him. And what better way to do that than by him winning the control? She’d follow the rules of a game, even if those rules said she owed him her obedience.

Taking her arms, Bracken lifted and stretched them behind her, curling them around his neck. “Keep your arms there until I say you can move them.” She tensed just a little at his authoritative tone, and he smiled. He softly dragged the tips of his fingers down her arms, along the sides of her breasts, and then down to her hips. “Made for me,” he murmured into the hollow just beneath her ear. “Made to be fucked by me.”