The Lost Rogue Heiress

SIX - Names

Olivia’s eyes widened as she heard her name roll off that impeccably talented tongue of his. As the blood rushed back to her center, she tightened her muscles around him, eliciting a deep moan from his chest. Lifting her head off of his shoulder, she looked into his sapphire eyes and clenched her muscles around him again while she bit her bottom lip.

“How do you know my name, Mate?” Olivia purred as she started to slowly rock her hips back and forth.

He clenched his eyes and growled possessively. This woman was completely and utterly undoing him. He had run for a reason because he knew that this was never going to go the way either of them wanted. The Goddess must have a twisted sense of humor, making Olivia his mate. Finding his mate was a part of the plan. All wolves were stronger with their mates by their side. Her being his mate was not a part of the plan, however. He knew he had to reject her before she rejected him.

When she immediately shifted into her human form when she found him, with that look of hope and longing in her amethyst eyes and her perfect bare body on full display, he hesitated and the moment was gone. He wasn’t able to reject her as easily as he thought he’d be able to.

So, naturally, he turned tail and ran like a damn coward, which wouldn’t have been a problem for anything but his pride if she hadn’t shifted right back into her wolf to chase him. Athena had gorgeous silver hair, just like Olivia, and although she was smaller and weaker than his wolf, Zane, she had speed unlike any he’d ever seen. Within moments he was tackled and they were rolling through the brush. She might be able to catch him, but she wasn’t strong enough to win and he pinned her within seconds.

What she lacked in physical strength, she made up for in speed and cunning, he quickly learned. Before he knew what happened, she had shifted back into Olivia’s very naked body.

If you don’t take her now—

He hadn’t allowed Zane to finish the thought before he shifted back into his human body as well. He didn’t want to crush her with the weight of his wolf; Zane was huge. He was still in control. Right up until she went and bit that plump bottom lip. Then he lost it. This woman had some sort of hold on him on a primal level, because that’s all it took for him to completely throw every plan aside just to please her. She needed him, and he would make sure she got everything she needed.

Olivia continued to rock her hips in circles around him as he felt himself start to throb again. He rolled his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her body and began to move with her. He nipped and kissed her collarbone as he squeezed her ass, causing her to clench her muscles around him again, letting out a long and sultry moan as she did so. How was he ever going to throw this away? He had never felt so completely and utterly euphoric, as if his physical body had not been complete until it had connected with this woman.

He wasn’t sure how she did it, but apparently, Olivia had more self-control than he had originally given her credit for because as they got closer to the pinnacle, she stopped moving her hips completely and grabbed his face between her hands. She was so close their lips were nearly touching. He could feel her small breaths coming out faster than normal on his face. He growled in frustration and stared into her eyes as he gritted his teeth.

“How do you know my name, Mate?” Olivia repeated, both palms cupping his face as she stared into his eyes for the truth.

He gave her a devilish grin, not saying a word. If she wanted to play games of willpower, so be it. He flexed his muscle, reminding her he was still inside of her. He had a feeling that he had just as much of an effect on her as she did him. Well, not quite but almost.

Olivia groaned from the movement she felt inside; she should probably be careful. This man was already causing her to make very rash decisions that were completely out of character. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she started to pull herself off of him to stand up.

She didn’t make it far when he growled and pulled her back down to him, crushing her breasts into his chest and savagely covering her mouth with his own, nipping and biting her lips to punish her for teasing him. This only encouraged his little mate, and her eyes glowed like an amethyst in the sun while she grinned in amusement.

“Tell me, Mate,” she said, still grinning as she began grinding her hips into him again. “You’re not playing fair. You can’t know mine if I don’t know yours.”

“I don’t think either one of us is going to be playing fair, Olivia,” he growled her name at the end, rubbing it in further.

She pushed him back down to the ground and pinned his hands on either side of his face while she remained straddled to his hips. Olivia decided a slow, tortuous tease might be more effective. She leaned over him until her mouth was hovering just over where her mark would go. She gently swiped her tongue over the spot before gently blowing cold air on it, raising her ass painfully slow before lowering it only halfway down him. He moaned in equal parts frustration and pleasure. He knew he could easily throw her off, unpin himself, turn her over and take her if he wanted to. There was something immensely more pleasurable in allowing this soft, sexy, beautiful woman to take control though.

She was going to be the death of him, but at least he’d die happy, he thought.

After several more strokes, Olivia didn’t think she could carry on much longer. She pressed her teeth into his marking spot again, this time a tad harder but still not enough to draw blood.

Her mate growled with need before sitting up and pulling her hands behind her back, gently so that she could easily free herself if she wanted to. He held her petite wrists in his right hand and grabbed a handful of her thick and wavy silver hair with the other. He pulled her head back firmly before he began to find their new rhythm, pushing her body back and forth with the hand that still held her wrists. Her slender neck was now exposed, and he wanted nothing more than to sink his canines into her delicate flesh, to complete the bond. He could barely control himself, but he knew that marking her now would not be the right move. Instead, he leaned in and tasted her skin before whispering in her ear.

“You’re the Heiress, Olivia. How could I not recognize our beloved Princess?”

With that he began to increase the pace, bringing their bodies back to the edge together again. He knew this would be the only time they would share this. Once she knew, she would reject him, for certain.

“Your name, Mate,” she gasped between thrusts. “Tell me your name,” she moaned.

He began to physically feel the effects of denying her, even if it was just his name. This wasn’t something he expected: the physical need on an instinctual level to please this woman. He had never cowered nor acquiesced to anyone or anything unless it was on his terms and his terms alone.

He supposed there was a first time for everything. He pulled her to his chest as they continued to move in fluid motions with one another. His arms were wrapped around her midsection now and she grabbed fist fulls of his hair.

“Desmond. It’s Desmond, Olivia,” he finally revealed.

“Desmond,” she moaned as they both reached another climax together, “my Desmond.”