Page 12 of Hunted Temptation (Alpha Nights: Unlikely Heroes #4)

Chapter Eleven

VAUGHN

Inhaling a deep breath, I moan at the scent of Elodie.

I turn my head and bury my face in her hair.

Inhaling again, I close my eyes. This is wrong.

I know it is. She’s fourteen years younger than me.

She should not be lying naked next to me.

I shouldn’t have done what I did last night, or rather, allowed her to do what she did.

But I can’t stay away from her. She’s so close to me, her scent surrounding me. I want to keep her. I want her beside me at all times. None of my wants are logical. I know that much, but it doesn’t make the wanting stop.

Elodie lets out a sigh, then rolls over and faces me. Watching her, I don’t look away. I can’t. She opens her eyes slowly, blinks a few times, then her lips curve up into a smile before she speaks.

“Good morning,” she rasps.

Reaching out, I cup her cheek with my palm. My eyes search hers for a silent moment, then she turns her head, and her lips touch mine before she lets out a sigh.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me, feeling her chest touch mine. Dipping my chin, I brush my mouth against hers.

“Good morning, Goldie.”

We stay that way, holding one another. Shifting my head backward, I think about all the ways I could fuck her right now. Mouth, hands, cock. I’m willing to do just about anything to make her come. But I also know that it’s time for us to leave and head home.

As I comb my fingers through her hair, she tilts her head back so she can look into my eyes. “I know we’re going back to your real world and my new world,” she murmurs.

“We are,” I agree with her words.

“And you won’t want anything to do with me.”

My lips curve up into a grin. “You think I won’t want anything to do with you?” I ask.

Her brows rise, her gaze searching mine. She doesn’t believe me, but she must not understand just how badly I fucking wanted her last night and just how badly I want her right now.

Instead of telling her that, I touch my mouth to hers before I kiss down her throat, her chest, and then my mouth finds her panty-covered pussy. I blow hot air against her center, and she lifts her hips, whimpering at the sensation.

“Please,” she cries out softly.

I know what she wants—my mouth on her cunt. And I can’t think of a better breakfast. Gently sliding her panties down, I suck her clit between my lips, then flick my tongue against her sweet bundle of nerves. I alternate between circling and flicking her perfect clit over and over.

“Yes,” Elodie whimpers, lifting her hips to meet my mouth.

Fuck, she tastes good.

I don’t stop. I can’t. Her taste is amazing, out of this world, and all-consuming. She lifts her hips, her cunt meeting my tongue. Burying my face deeper, I try to fucking crawl inside her body. I would if I could. When she buries her fingers in my hair, she pulls me closer, and I groan.

She grinds her pussy against my mouth. I don’t stop eating her. I’m fucking starved for her. When she comes, I taste it before I hear her voice cry out. Her grasp flexes in my hair right before she releases it, and then she melts against the mattress.

Lifting my head, I touch my lip to the center of her belly before I climb up her body. I place my palms on each side of her head and straighten my arms while I shift my hips so I adjust and align my cock with the center of her pussy.

I need to keep hold of my control, no matter how badly I want her. This isn’t about hard and fast. This is sweet early morning. This is gentle and lazy. This is feeling every inch of her addictive warmth—her warm, wet pussy.

Slowly, I sink inside her body, burying myself to the root and letting out a heavy sigh once I’m fully seated. My eyes find hers, and I just look at her for a moment, watching her, unable to look anywhere else.

I’m not sure what this will be between us once we step out of this hotel room, once we get in the car, and arrive home. But I don’t think I care… at least not in this moment. I don’t know how.

As I move inside her, my gaze never leaves hers.

I focus on her, not that I could anywhere else.

She owns me. Something I didn’t think could happen, but it has.

Theron, Merrick, and Grayson are all proof that men like us could be owned.

A week ago, I denied that it could even be possible, but here the fuck I am.

At least for today.

Tomorrow may be a different story. I’m sure it will be. My right mind will return to me, and I’ll get my shit together. But for this moment, while we’re still on the road, I’m succumbing to my desires and allowing myself to be owned by her.

When I come, it rolls throughout my entire body. Closing my eyes, I still inside her, my cock twitching, my balls tightening as my orgasm consumes me. Elodie’s nails dig into my arms as she holds on to me.

Her back arches as she lifts her hips to meet mine, and then she freezes, every muscle tight and taut, before she melts into the mattress, and only then do I do the same, melting on top of her.

I only stay there for a brief moment, knowing that she can’t take my weight for very long. Touching my lips to hers, I gently roll off her body, lying on the bed next to her. I gather her in my arms and pull her toward me, so that she’s pressed against my side.

Turning, I touch my mouth to the top of her hair, closing my eyes and inhaling her scent. Then I lie back against the pillow and let out a grunt as I exhale a heavy sigh.

“I don’t want this to end,” Elodie whispers.

I’m not sure if she meant for me to hear that or not, so I don’t respond.

Instead, I stay where I am, holding her close to me and relishing the moment.

Truthfully, I don’t want this to end, either.

Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. And admitting that to myself is something else I’m not ready to really accept.

ELODIE

Vaughn drives us closer to our destination, and as each mile passes, I can’t help but wonder what my future will hold. I don’t know if the future holds Vaughn. My body fills with nerves.

They fill me, consume me, really.

I don’t have any way to get them out of me, and as each mile moves us closer to our destination, I start shaking my knee with that unspent nervous energy.

“Everything is going to be okay,” Vaughn announces.

I’m not sure if I believe him. No, that’s a lie. I believe that everything is going to be okay for him. What I’m unsure of is if it will be for me. I don’t say any of that, though. Instead, I press my lips together, focus on my lap, and nod.

Lifting my head, I turn and look out the window. I watch as the trees pass by at the side of the road. It feels almost as if we’re actually flying down the road as fast as we go by the trees, but then the car eases to the side of the road, and then everything stops.

Shifting my attention toward him, I am surprised to see that he’s turned his whole body to face me. His lips are pressed together, and his eyes find mine. I don’t know what he’s going to say, but clearly, he has something on his mind.

Sucking in a breath, I hold it for a moment, watching and waiting for whatever it is he’s going to say. He clears his throat, then leans forward, and I feel his fingers wrap around the side of my throat.

“Everything is going to be okay. There is nothing for you to worry about. I got you.”

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I dip my chin slightly. I want to believe him, but I’m not sure I can. I just don’t see how everything is going to be okay. I don’t know how I have nothing to worry about.

What I know is that I’m going to this strange city, in a state I’ve never even visited before, and I’m going to this condo with a man I’ve fallen in love with… well, maybe not love, but definitely lust.

I don’t say anything at all. Instead, I dip my chin in a single nod, then clear my throat wordlessly.

Staying quiet, I give him a smile, but I don’t say anything.

Vaughn gives me a wink, then shifts his attention toward the windshield again before he shifts the car into Drive and eases out onto the road.

The countryside begins to turn into the city, and then we’re stopped in front of a building. It’s all brick—and tall. It’s gorgeous. It looks old and new all at the same time. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.

Vaughn pulls the car into a parking garage, then he drives around for a moment. When the car finally stops, it’s in a parking spot facing a wall. I don’t make a move to climb out of the car. I stay where I am, my hands in my lap.

“Elodie,” he murmurs.

I can feel his gaze on me, but I’m focused straight ahead. I can’t even blink. My body begins to tremble. Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times, trying not to cry. I inhale deeply and hold that breath for a moment, then let it out slowly.

“Elodie,” he calls out again.

Turning my head, I look over at him. He’s turned slightly in his seat, much like he was when he pulled over to the side of the road. Sinking my teeth into the inside of my cheek, I roll the skin there until he says something else. I’m not sure what he’s going to say, but I’m waiting for it.

“Elodie,” he repeats my name again. “It’s all going to be okay. I promise you that.”

I wish I could believe him. I want to believe him. But I don’t. Not a single word he’s saying. I don’t think everything is going to be okay. Not only is my future completely uncertain, but also, whatever this is between us is unstable.

I am falling for him, but I’m under no illusion that he feels the same about me. I want him to, but I’m sure I was convenient and nothing more. Now that he’s home, he’ll go back to whoever and whatever he was doing before he came to California.

“Okay,” I whisper in response.

He shakes his head once, his eyes staying connected to mine before he speaks again. “You’ll have to just come inside and see for yourself.”

“And what happens if it’s not okay?” I ask.

Vaughn’s lips twitch into a smirk. “It will be. There is no other option. And if you don’t feel like it’s okay, then we’ll shift shit around until it is.”

“Why, Vaughn?”

“Why?” he asks.

Dipping my chin in a single nod, I clear my throat before my gaze lifts again, finding his. I try to keep my tears from forming as I stare into his beautiful eyes. Blue eyes that consume me in ways I never even dreamed possible. I don’t want this fairy tale to end.

“Yeah,” I say. “Why have you been so nice to me, and why do you continue?” I whisper.

He’s quiet, his gaze focused on mine, his body turned toward my own. Then he shifts closer to me and lifts his hand to cup my jaw. When his thumb slides across my bottom lip, I can’t help but let out a heavy exhale.

“Because it’s what I want to do.”

And that is that.

He isn’t giving me anything else; he opens the car door and unfolds from the vehicle. Before I can even reach for the handle of the passenger door, it swings open, and he’s standing with his palm out and waiting for me.

Reaching out, I slip my fingers in his. He curls them around my fingers as I swing my legs over the side of the seat and rise. He squeezes my fingers, flexing before he dips his chin and touches his mouth to mine.

“Come on, Goldie.”