Page 39 of Hayden's Haven
“But the cultures in my lab, my research, won’t document itself. I have experiments in progress, a timeline to follow.”
“I’ll walk you back, sunshine.”
No, he did not just give her a nickname! That was too real, toopermanent. Whatever they had between them had to be short term,temporary, nothing more.
Fortunately, her clothing had dried and she could return to camp in something other than Hayden’s too large clothing. No one needed to know their business, especially when thisrelationshipneeded to end, soon, before it spiraled out of control.
Every time Hayden came near her, her entire body heated up, clamoring for his touch and so much more. Even now, as he walked beside her, his scent filling her lungs, she had the desire to sink her cold hands against his chest and plaster her mouth to his. She envisioned tasting him, sliding down his neck, his chest, and lower until she had him in her mouth, his hands in her hair, and her fingers digging into his very fine ass.
“I can smell your need, sunshine,” he whispered as they entered the central compound.
“Oh, God,” she whispered without realizing she had said that out loud. Then he was pulling her off the trail, his hand wrapped around hers as she ran with him, not sure where he was going, but feeling her heart race and her nipples harden from the thrill of knowing what he planned and not caring about the consequences for once in her life.
The door to Aloe’s house crashed open as Hayden swung her aside. Another loud bang as the door slammed behind her. Hayden pulled Mila’s coat off, flung it aside and pressed her flat against the front door, trapping her with his while he pulled her shirt over her head. His mouth captured hers, and the apex of her thighs throbbed. One muscular leg wedged between her inner thighs, pushing her apart as his jean-clad thigh pressed against her clit. She began grinding against his leg as he yanked the bra down on one side and drew a hard peak into his mouth.
Her hands scored his back, gaining a hold as she continued to grind against him, the feel of hard muscles pushing her panties and jeans against her folds, providing fabulous friction and waking every nerve in her.
When she dug her nails into him, he moaned. Even without her wolf, the instinct to claim him as her own was beyond strong. Too many years of being forced to submit, and now she was free of her wolf and free of Vance.
She ran her hand down the front of Hayden’s jeans, caressing his already hard cock. He growled, and then he shoved her hand away. The sound of a button popping followed by his zipper lowering sailed straight through her to her pussy, sending a flood of liquid into her panties.
His nostrils flared as his tongue licked a trail down the valley of her breasts. He’d leave his scent, his essence on her everywhere by the time they were done, she was sure of it, and the idea thrilled her.
Her hand trailed along his ribs, to his ass, to hisbareass. He had already pushed his jeans down. A glance down was enough to see his huge cock, heavy and thick with need.
“There’s no escaping now,” he said, a determined growl underpinning his words. That growl called to a place deep inside her—not merely lost along with her wolf, but buried by years of pain. His hand slid into her jeans, under her panties, to cup her ass. He forced the jeans and panties down past hips and thighs, exposing her. Then he yanked her close, his hard cock pressed against her pussy and the breath rushed from her lungs.
“Your pussy is mine to lick, to hold, to fuck. As are your mouth and ass. All of you, Mila. You belong to me and only me.”
“Yes,” she said without knowing why, only that he spoke the truth. Pitch black eyes held her as he pulled off her boots. They landed with a heavy thud somewhere behind him. Her jeans and panties were ripped clear of her ankles next. His eyes left her as his hands dragged up the back of her legs while he planted his face over her thatch.
“Open.”
One word, but she didn’t hesitate. He was in charge now, the feral look in his eyes told her as much, and she was glad her wolf wasn’t here to fight the command. Mila wanted Hayden. More than anything, she wanted this male who made her feel safe, wanted, and strong. Her wolf would fight him, make him work to dominate her. It was another reason to leave her wolf where it was, lost beyond a broken bridge. That virus had been a blessing in disguise.
His hands opened her folds and his tongue swirled around her clit, as her hands sank into his hair. With his hands gripping her ass, he pulled her against his face until he was pressed against her so tight she could feel his tongue lapping at her juices while his nose rubbed against her clit. He shook his head from side to side, trying to burrow his face deeper.
The vibration, the sheer wickedness of having this shifter’s face in her pussy, had her pushing up on her toes to give him what he demanded—what she desperately wanted with him, from him, fromHaydenand no other.
With his shoulders, he pushed her legs apart as far as they would go. She was as trapped by the pleasure coursing through her as by her complete need to submit to him.
He rose abruptly and spun her around to face the door. He placed her hands above her head, against the door as he drew his nose down one arm to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, where he took one long drag of her scent as he clamped onto her pussy with one hand and pressed his hard cock into her butt cheeks.
“You will not run from me again,” he said, his voice low, sure, and as unyielding as his hand and cock that held her.
She was his to control, to use, to submit to the alpha, but not as she had submitted in the past. Hayden would give as much as he took, perhaps more, if she could find the strength needed to let him.
He shoved two fingers into her pussy, making her jump at the suddenness. A shiver went down her spine as her body accepted him. She could pull away, tell him to leave her alone, that she didn’t want this with him, but that would be a lie, another in an overflowing bucket of lies.
His lips brushed the top of her ear. “Tell me you’re mine.”
He wanted a promise from her, one she desperately wanted to give. She pushed her ass back against him, which only wedged his cock in deeper into her cheeks, making her need to have him in her even back there nearly overwhelming. Her hips moved again, wiggling against him, demanding he engage, fill her pussy or her backside with more than his fingers.
Those two thick fingers curled inside of her as his entire hand squeeze and held her pussy. He was demanding her submission now, and she wanted to submit to him in every way, but she couldn’t.
“Say it,” he growled, as he nipped her ear lobe. A sharp tooth grazed the skin behind her ear. God, he was strong, able to partially shift and hold it, enough to show off his wolf, his power, prove his dominance, prove to her that he could protect her, that above all else she belonged to him.
“You can’t keep me here—” she almost called him ‘alpha’, because he was every bit an alpha, demanding more than her body’s complete submission, demanding her loyalty. He wanted her to give of herself, to give everything that she was to him.
