Chapter 102 Needed distraction

Chapter 102 Needed distraction

Malakai's POV:

I watched him go, his long legs eating up the distance to the guest suite with a fluid, predatory grace. Zero was a ghost, a phantom from Seraphina’s past, and he would be staying in the shadows of our house for a while. It was a wolf with a fresh scent in the den, and I didn't like it. My eyes remained on the door long after it clicked shut, the protective instinct in me rising like a tide. But eventually, the sound of her laughter drifting from the hallway pulled me away from the edge. She was safe.

I stripped out of my shirt and jeans, sliding down on the couch beside her. The room was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moonlight spilling through the sheer curtains. Seraphina was curled up in a ball, her arms wrapped around her legs, her breathing even but tight. She was tense. Her shoulders were drawn up, her body a coiled spring ready to snap.

I slid an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. Her muscles flinched at the contact, but she didn't pull away. I rested my chin on the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her, the smell of jasmine and moonlight that was uniquely hers. I could feel the tension radiating off her, the knot of worry that had taken up residence in her chest. The new threat, the return of her old life, the looming war with The Shark. It was all weighing on her. She had been holding it all together for everyone else, but now she was alone with me, in the dark.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I murmured against her hair, my hand tracing lazy patterns on her hip. "Or do you want a distraction?"

She turned in my arms, her eyes lifting to meet mine in the darkness. The anxiety was still there, but beneath it, a fire was starting to flicker. A hungry, desperate hunger that I knew how to feed. Lust filled her eyes, dark and smoky, and she bit her lower lip, her gaze dropping to my mouth.

"I'd like a distraction," she breathed.

A low, wicked grin spread across my face. I pulled her up and over me, settling her on my lap. Her thighs straddled my hips, her center pressing against the hard ridge of my erection. I didn't wait. I captured her mouth with mine, kissing her with a force that was all hunger and possession. She gasped into the kiss, her body melting against me, and then she was moving, grinding into me, seeking friction, seeking relief.

I groaned, my hands flying to her waist, pulling her closer. I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin of her throat. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me down, her body a flame that was consuming me. I pulled her top up and over her head, tossing it aside, and then my mouth was on her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, rolling the other between my fingers, kneading it with a gentle, possessive grip. Her back arched, a moan tearing from her throat, her hips grinding harder against me.

I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I walked over to the bed and then I was tossing her on it. I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a silk blindfold. I slid it over her eyes, tying it behind her head, plunging her into darkness. Her body tensed, a sharp intake of breath.

"What are you doing, Malakai?" she asked, her voice breathless, her body trembling with anticipation.

"I'm giving you exactly what you want, my little vixen," I whispered, my voice a low, dangerous purr. I pulled off the rest of her clothes, tossing them aside, leaving her naked and vulnerable, completely at my mercy. I picked up the flogger from the drawer, a soft leather toy I’d bought months ago. I ran the tips of the leather tails over her body, starting at her shoulders, working my way down her arms, her stomach, her thighs. The sensation was light, teasing, almost innocuous, but it made her shiver, her skin pebbling under the touch.

She moaned, arching her back, her body begging for more. I ran the flogger down the inside of her thighs, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. Then I brought it down, hard, against her thigh, and then again, on the other side. The sting was sharp, a flash of pain that blended seamlessly with pleasure.

"You like that?" I asked, my voice a low, gravelly purr. I ran the flogger over her nipples, making them hard and tight. "You like it when I hurt you?"

"Yes," she hissed, her hips bucking up. "I need more."

"Then beg for it, vixen," I commanded. "Tell me what you want."

She cried out, her body writhing on the bed. "Please, I need more. I need you to fuck me."

I laughed softly. "Not yet. I want to taste you first."

I leaned down, kissing her body, my lips and tongue finding every inch of her skin, pulling and pinching her nipples until she was a writhing mess. I slapped her pussy with the flat of my hand, a sharp, stinging slap that made her cry out. Then I buried my face between her legs. The taste of her was sweet, like honey, and I devoured her. I used my tongue to flick her clit, circling it, sucking it into my mouth. I inserted two fingers inside her, curling them perfectly to hit that sweet spot. Her body milked my fingers, her hips bucking up to meet them. Her moans sounded absolutely delicious. Every little sound had me hard as a rock.

"You taste like the sweetest thing in the world," I said, my voice muffled against her skin. "I could eat you all day long."

Suddenly, I bit down on her clit, hard, and she came with a guttural moan, her body arching off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders. She collapsed back against the mattresses, spent, her body trembling.

I slid up her body, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her lips. "Good girl, Vixen," I whispered. "I’m not done with you yet though. I’m not stopping until I’m the only thing on your pretty little mind.”