Page 59 of Vicious in the Dark

Wolfe didn’t ease off or let up. He kept right on fucking me with his fingers, sucking on my clit. The sensitivity had increased to an unbearable level. I gasped and swore, coaxing a pleased chuckle from him.

“Good girl,” Wolfe murmured against my pussy. “That was one. Time for number two.”

Working a third finger inside me, Wolfe pumped in and out while attacking my clit with a hungry fervor. His persistence was strong. He demanded more from my body, refusing to stop until he got it.

I writhed and bucked against him in a useless effort to escape the overwhelming sensation. Planting his free hand on my hip, he held me down. Wolfe’s insatiable efforts sent me crashing headlong into another orgasm.

“On to number three,” he snickered, rubbing his wet fingers over my too sensitive clit.

“No, Wolfie, I can’t. Give me a minute, please.” I shook my head and clenched my teeth against the pleasure that bordered on too much.

“What did you call me?” he barked, stern now.

Fuck me. “I’m sorry, King. It’s too much for me.”

Wolfe’s laugh rang with wicked joy. “That’s too bad, Princess. We’re just getting started.”

Three more times he made me come, each one more agonizingly beautiful than the last. A sheen of perspiration covered my brow. My knees shook, and my chest heaved. Now I was ready to beg.

“Please fuck me now,” I panted, opening my eyes to find Wolfe intently watching my face. “I need your cock, my King. Please give it to me.”

He reached to caress my cheek, and I turned my face, kissing the inside of his palm. Our eyes locked, and I saw everything Wolfe had been repressing all these years. The pain of losing me, the fear that I’d never come back, and the desperation to never lose me again. He and Maddox were not so different in that way.

A brief trip to the dresser and Wolfe produced a condom. Stealthy and smooth, he rolled it on and flung the wrapper aside. Placing the head of his cock at my entrance, he captured my lips in a drowning kiss as he thrust inside me.

“That’s my good girl,” he said on a groan, plunging deep. “Fuck, it feels like home inside you, Maven. Don’t ever fucking leave me again.”

There was no aggression in his demand like there had been in Maddox’s, only a quiet anguish that pained me to hear. Caught up in the heat of the moment, I blurted, “I won’t leave you. I promise.”

Wolfe’s thrusts were firm and determined, but sensual too. He took me with a passion that engulfed the two of us. Shallow teasing thrusts followed by deep plunges brought my moans faster. The musky woodsy scent of Wolfe surrounded me like a cozy blanket that I wanted to wrap myself in. We’d always been so good together.

When we were both breathless, Wolfe reached above my head and untied my bound hands. Relief filled me when they were free. He rolled us over, putting me on top. I was happy to gaze down upon him while I rode his cock. Wolfe was incredibly easy to look at.

I fulfilled the need to touch him, savoring the way his skin felt beneath my fingers. I dragged my hands over his chest, bracing myself against him. Wolfe moved with me, meeting my downward motions with upward thrusts. I ground my clit against him, gasping and moaning as we found a perfect rhythm.

As I drew closer to another climax, I leaned down over him, needing to feel our skin pressed together. I slid a hand into his dark hair, clutching a handful as I adorned his face in kisses. Wolfe’s arms went around me, trapping me against him.

His moans next to my ear became my favorite sound. I moved faster on his shaft, needing to feel him come. Then he did, and it drove me over the edge. Our rhythm slowed, becoming exquisitely deep but gentle thrusts.

When it was over we lay together on the bed, wrapped around one another. I was in no hurry to leave. Downstairs the front door banged shut as Ace returned. Either he hadn’t been gone that long or we’d been in bed for a while.

A moment later there was a knock at the door followed by Ace’s voice. “Hey, Wolfe. We’ve got trouble with Maddox. He’s at the Crypt Keepers’ club stirring up shit. Someone has to go get him.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

MADDOX

“I’m going out,” I announced right after ending the call with Maven.

Of course Wolfe had taken her home the first chance he got. Not that I blamed him for wanting her all to himself for a while. But I did blame her for using him to drive me crazy. It never used to bother me, which is what really pissed me off. When Maven came into our lives, we’d both fallen for her. She’d fit so perfectly with the four of us, becoming the piece we didn’t know had been missing. Jealousy hadn’t existed among us. It ate at me like a parasite now.

“Out?” Ruthless asked, quirking a brow. “We just got home. Where are you going?”

“I’m not sure yet. If I stay here, I’ll snap. I need to go out for a drink, maybe get into a bar fight or two. No worries. I’ll be back before morning.” I twirled my car keys on a finger and headed for the door.

Ruthless started to follow me, eyes narrowed as he looked me over. “Should I come with you? You’ve got that shit disturbing glint in your eyes.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, dude. It’s all good. Just need to let off some steam. Don’t worry. I don’t plan to start any syndicate wars. Aside from the one Maven probably started tonight.” The last thing I wanted was to listen to Ruthless grill me about Maven. He may not understand why she got to me like this, but I didn’t understand why she didn’t affect him the same way.

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