Falling for the Enemy Who Tried to Take Someone's Mate

Episode 9

Vincent stiffened. Reaching up he cupped her chin, forcing her head to turn towards him. Eve's eyes widened as she met his burning stare. Even with her blurred vision she could see that his eyes were glowing bright blue in the darkness. "It means you let me control you," he grated.

"I don't," she argued meekly.

"No?" he scoffed. "Should I prove it to you then?"

Her heart slammed in her chest, torn between excitement and fear. "Prove it? How would you do that...?"

Releasing her Vincent sat up with a grunt, leaning back against the headboard. She felt an immediate sense of disappointment over the loss of his warm body. What the hell was happening to her?

And just what the hell was the wolf planning?

"Get on top of me, Evelyn," he ordered.

"What?" she gasped. Surely, he didn't mean...

Those blue eyes flickered. "You heard me. Get on top of me, on your knees, now."

Holy hell! Before she could even fully come to terms with what he'd said her body was moving. Her heart pounding she climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs.

He gave a low growl, and her stomach clenched in response. She was excited, and he knew it.

"I think you like being told what to do," he rasped. "Tell me, what was I doing to you in my sleep?"

Clearing her throat she said huskily, "You were...touching me."

"Where?"

Oh god. She fought to calm her slamming heart, acutely aware that the wolf could very probably hear it. "Vincent..."

Leaning forward he murmured, "Take my hand and show me."

Eve hesitated, her mind racing. She'd never been in this sort of situation before. But she couldn't deny the desire coursing through her body. Everything about this wolf turned her upside down, made her hot.

Made her needy.

Shaking like a leaf she reached out and took his hand, pressing it against her breast. He hissed at the contact, squeezing the soft mound. She let out a little moan before she could stop herself. Embarrassed she clamped her hands around her mouth. She didn't want this man to know how good that felt.

Vincent pressed closer, his hot breath fanning against the skin of her neck. "You've never had a man touch you here before, have you?"

"I...no..." she whispered, her voice muffled by her hands.

"Such a sweet little thing." His thumb teased around the swollen peak.

She released a small cry. Why did that feel so good?

"Do you ever touch yourself this way?" Vincent asked, his voice low and rough. She shook her head, whimpering under her hands. "Perhaps I should show you how?" Pinching her n****e between his claws he pulled, hard.

Her hips bucked.

"Vincent!" she cried out behind her hands.

Vincent gave a rough groan, "You're so sensitive. I bet I could make you come just from this."

"Please, stop," she keened, afraid of what would happen if he didn't.

"But you don't want me to stop," Vincent murmured, lapping at her neck. His hot tongue sent shock waves right to her core, his beard softly scraping her skin. She moaned in response and felt him smile. Still, he obeyed her request, his hand moving from her breast. Reaching up he gently tugged her hands away from her mouth. "Should I kiss you instead?"

Her breath caught. "Kiss me?"

Vincent's thumb ran across her bottom lip, parting her lips. "My wolf wants to kiss you, Evelyn. He wants me to slide my tongue between your lips, taste your sweetness."

Oh god.

Unconsciously her tongue darted out, following the path of his thumb. He hissed in a breath. "F*ck."

Cupping the back of her head roughly he pulled her forward, his mouth crushing against her own, his tongue plunging between her lips. A zap of electricity shot down her spin. His taste!

Without thinking she slid her own tongue into his mouth, seeking out more. Something seemed to snap inside him. Vincent gave a feral growl deep in his chest, his hands slamming down to grip her backside. He pressed her hard against him as he devoured her mouth. She felt his erection between her thighs and whimpered, the only barrier between them her thin panties.

Never in her life had she felt such need. What was this wolf doing to her?

With another growl he bucked his hips. She cried out as she felt his thick shaft slid over her panties and along her s*x. The shock wave of pleasure startled her, her own hips thrusting to meet him.

"That's it, angelas," Vincent groaned, thrusting against her again and again. "Keep moving, just like that."

"It feels good," she moaned.

He snarled. "If you could see the look on your face. So needy. My wolf wants you."

Her stomach jolted at his words.

"You're wet for me. Do you even realize that?" he rasped hotly. "Your little body wants me."