Page 15 of Hunted Temptation (Alpha Nights: Unlikely Heroes #4)

Chapter Fourteen

ELODIE

Vaughn’s lips touch the center of my chin, ignoring my mouth as he moves down the center of my throat and stops at my chest, just above the collar of my shirt. Right about now, I wish I weren’t wearing the stupid thing.

I try to calm my heavy breathing, but am a panting mess by the time his hand slides from my throat to the hem of my shirt. I want him to strip everything off me. I want to be bare for him.

I have never wanted to be naked in front of a man this badly in my life. I wish I could blink and my clothes would just vanish.

It’s all because I know how Vaughn can make me feel, and I want that… want him.

Right this minute.

I need it.

Inch by inch, he glides my shirt from my body before dropping it somewhere on the floor. I don’t know where it lands, and I don’t really care much, either. His lips travel down the center of my chest, stopping between my breasts.

I’m not wearing a bra.

After he left, once my room was put together, I took a short shower and threw on some comfortable lounge clothes—a pair of short bike shorts and a loose tank, while the rest of my small amount of clothes were in the wash.

In this moment, I’m glad I did.

My nipples tighten as goose bumps break out over my skin. My eyes slide closed, my head falls backward, and I let out a long moan as his lips wrap around my nipple. If I thought he was going to forget about my existence, I was wrong.

So very wrong.

This is amazing— he is amazing.

His tongue swirls my nipple, flicking it once, twice, three times before he releases it with a pop.

Then he kisses over to the other breast, ensuring he shows equal affection.

I wish he would abandon them altogether and make his way down, down between my legs…

I wish he would put that tongue to use there instead.

That’s where I need him right now.

I feel addicted to his mouth between my legs. It feels amazing. Beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. I didn’t know this sex stuff could have this kind of an effect on me. Nothing has ever felt good, but every single time this man even looks at me, my body craves more.

I thought it was all about the man’s pleasure. That anything I felt, anything that came from a session, would always be laced with pain.

But Vaughn makes me feel good. Beautiful, sexy… cherished.

When he lifts his head after releasing my nipple, his eyes find mine, and I watch as they darken right in front of me. I watch it happen, and it’s amazingly sexy. Pressing my thighs together, I can’t help but wonder if it’s me who made them do that.

I hope it was.

“You good with me fucking you from behind?” His voice is so low, so grave, that I almost come from hearing it.

A shiver of desire slides down my spine, then dances right back up. I swallow the lump in my throat, trying to think of how to answer him. My instinct is to scream a resounding yes, but nothing comes out. So instead, I dip my chin in a single nod.

His grin consumes his entire face. It makes him devilishly sexy. Without a single word from me, I feel his hands grip my hips and quickly flip me over to my hands and knees.

Reaching out, I curl my fingers around the arm of the sofa as my shorts are being stripped from my body. I brace, holding on to the sofa as I wait for him to slam inside me, but he doesn’t.

I expect the pain, anticipate it almost because I know that if there is any, Vaughn will assuage it as soon as he delivers it. This is not a man who wants to see me suffer. This is not a man who thrives on the pain of others. This is a man who wants me to feel good, who revels in that.

Before I realize what’s happening, I feel his mouth between my legs from behind me. Closing my eyes, I can’t even think about the dynamics of how he’s doing what he is, and I decide it doesn’t matter.

It feels too good to matter.

Rocking my hips, I keep my eyes closed as I feel.

As I accept the way his tongue feels sliding through my folds, swirling around my clit, flicking it, then repeating the movements. My body begins to climb higher and higher as it finds its way toward the edge, ready to tumble over.

I’m trying not to come immediately, but I’m so close that I may not be able to hold back. I bite my bottom lip as I try not to come yet. I continue to rock back and forth, climbing higher and higher with each stroke of his tongue.

Then it happens.

I don’t just fall over the edge, I tumble at full speed.

Before I realize what’s happening, he is behind me, and I feel him slide deep inside, to the root.

My head flies backward, my hair shifting with it.

His fingers curl in my strands, tugging my head back and holding it there before he begins to move.

His motions are slow, allowing me to adjust to his intrusion with each stroke. I am so wet, my body primed for him. I think I might even be able to come again, and I’m convinced that only this man could make that happen.

Closing my eyes, my back and neck equally arched, I let out a whimper. He continues to move inside me, and I begin to climb again.

Higher and higher.

His fingers tighten simultaneously in my hair and on my hip before he releases my hip and gently glides his hand across my belly. His fingers slip between my legs, and I let out a long exhale when he finds my sweet spot.

Vaughn’s fingers move between my legs, swirling and applying the perfect amount of pressure there. My hips buck, but the way he’s holding me, I can’t move more than just a fraction of an inch with each swirl, each swipe of his fingers.

I am so close again , but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get there with being this limited in my movements. Just when I think I won’t be able to find my release, it rushes throughout my entire body. I don’t anticipate it, but it consumes me.

As I tremble, my muscles turn to mush, and I would collapse if Vaughn weren’t holding me up by my pussy and my hair. If he knows I’ve found my release, he doesn’t say anything. He also doesn’t stop moving inside me, harder and harder.

Vaughn’s hand slides out from between my legs, and he grabs ahold of the edge of the armrest as he begins to thrust. I let out a cry, the sound muffled as it escapes my lips. The only sounds in the room are the slapping of skin, moans, and cries.

Then Vaughn’s grunts begin to fill the room, followed by his roar.

VAUGHN

She rests her head on my chest. We haven’t moved from the sofa, our legs tangled with one another, our bodies pressed close together… cuddling. We’re fucking cuddling in the middle of the daylight, in the middle of the living room.

When I feel Elodie shift, her chin rests on my chest as she moves her gaze to meet mine. Dipping my chin slightly, I look down at her, arching a brow in question. She has something on her mind. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have shifted her position so quickly.

She opens her mouth, then closes it again, repeating herself. I watch, waiting for her to say something, whatever it is. Whatever her question is, it’s no doubt on the tip of her tongue. I can wait her out.

“Why am I here?” she asks.

“Why are you here?”

I’m not sure what she’s asking me. She knows why I’ve brought her here. I’ve been very fucking clear on my stance.

Extremely.

I got her out of that life to give her a chance at freedom.

She gives me a small smile. “Yeah,” she rasps. “Why am I here? Like this, lying beside you.”

“Do you not want to be?” I ask. “Because I’m pretty sure you didn’t mind a few minutes ago,” I murmur.

Her cheeks turn pink, then I feel her shift against me, and her hand cups my cheek. She slides her thumb across my bottom lip before her hand drops down and curls around my waist.

“You know what my life was like before you brought me here. I don’t know much about you, but there was a reason you were there. A reason you knew what was going on. And a reason you didn’t just leave me there.”

“You aren’t buying that I just want you to have your freedom?” I ask.

“A man who did what you did, without even blinking? No, I don’t buy it.”

She’s not wrong, per se. The man I am, if I didn’t want to keep her for myself, I would have ended her misery with the rest of them. My fingers dance up her spine, feeling her smooth skin beneath my touch.

“I was mesmerized by you. And when I saw what your life was like, I knew I wanted to save you, but then I ended up being exactly what I hate about them. I took you.”

Elodie opens her mouth, then closes it a few times. She looks like a fucking fish again. I wish it weren’t as goddamn cute as it is, but it’s adorable.

“You aren’t what you hate about them. You’re everything that is the exact opposite of them.”

I snort, mainly because I know she’s a liar, but also because I think it’s sweet that she thinks that. I’m not going to argue about it. Selfishly, I’m just going to accept what she’s willing to give me until she doesn’t want to give it to me any longer.

“What is going to happen to the rest of them?”

Her question catches me off guard. “The rest of them?”

She lifts her chin from my chest, nodding once before she rests it back down on my pec. I feel her palm press against my other pec before she slides it up to my throat. Her fingers curl around the column of my throat, and her thumb moves up and down the side while her eyes search mine.

“The rest of the men who do what they did. The ones who succeeded with me and with whoever else they paid to hurt.”

“They die,” I state.

It’s a simple statement.

“How?”

“Let me worry about that.”

She watches me in silence while searching my gaze before she leans forward, and I feel her lips touch mine. “Will you let me watch?” she asks against my lips.

Before I can respond, she slips her tongue inside my mouth, swirling and tasting me. Then she shifts her body so she’s straddling my hips, and I grip her waist, my fingers digging into her flesh.

“Let you watch?” I ask.

I want the clarification. I need it. Because right now, my cock twitches at the thought of her wanting to watch me kill these fucks for fun. I’m not sure that’s really what she wants, though. I need to hear her say the words.

“Let me watch you kill them.”