Page 20 of Malcolm (The Sunburst Pack #1)

Larissa’s legs tightened around him, and he bit back a groan. “Good,” she said simply.

Her scent enveloped him, clouding his thoughts. Malcolm wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her, but a nagging voice in his head reminded him of their complicated history. Pack politics, leadership rivalries, years of pushing each other’s buttons… Was it wise to cross this line?

But as Larissa’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down for another searing kiss, Malcolm decided that for once, the pack could wait.

Malcolm’s large hands slid beneath Larissa’s shirt, his calloused fingers trailing fire across her skin. He pushed her bra up, cupping her breasts and reveling in their softness. A primal part of him howled in satisfaction as her nipples hardened under his touch.

He broke their kiss to gaze into her eyes. Their usual sharp, calculating glint had been replaced by a hazy desire that made his cock throb. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Larissa let out a breathy laugh. “That’s a short trip for you,” she said.

Malcolm pinched her nipple in retaliation, drawing a gasp from her lips. “You were saying?” he teased, enjoying the way her body arched into his touch.

“Less talking, more action,” Larissa demanded, pulling him back down to crush her mouth against his.

Malcolm happily obliged, deepening the kiss as his fingers continued to explore her breasts. He marveled at how perfectly they fit in his hands, as if they were made for him. The thought sent a possessive tremor through him.

Larissa groaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through him and straight to his groin. His cock jerked in response, straining against the confines of his jeans. Malcolm’s mind raced with all the things he wanted to do to her, years of pent-up tension finally finding release.

“Fuck,” he panted, breaking away to catch his breath. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Malcolm traced his hands down Larissa’s sides, savoring the feel of her smooth skin. He skimmed his fingers over her taut stomach. He paused at her waist, toying with the button of her jeans.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice low and husky. Despite his aching need, he wouldn’t push her further than she was willing to go.

Larissa’s gaze met his, a challenge glinting in their depths. “What’s the matter, Malcolm? Scared?” she taunted, but he heard the slight tremor in her voice.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Just giving you a chance to back out. Once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Then don’t,” she whispered, arching her hips toward him.

Malcolm deftly unbuttoned her jeans, on high alert for any sign of hesitation from Larissa. But as he slowly lowered the zipper, her scent only intensified.

He paused, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips. A part of him still couldn’t believe this was happening.

“What are you waiting for?” Larissa breathed, her usual cool demeanor cracking under her desire.

Malcolm grinned wolfishly. “Just enjoying the view,” he replied, his hands resting on her hips.

With a swift motion, he lifted her slightly off the table, his strong hands easily supporting her weight.

He savored the gasp that escaped her lips, a mix of surprise and anticipation.

Slowly, he began to peel her jeans down her long, athletic legs, revealing smooth skin inch by tantalizing inch.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire, “for someone who’s always trying to outsmart me, you’re not putting up much of a fight now.”

Larissa’s laugh was breathy, tinged with a vulnerability he’d never heard from her before. “Maybe I’m tired of fighting this…whatever it is between us.”

Malcolm knelt before her, tugging her jeans the rest of the way off and tossing them aside. The sight of her, perched on his kitchen table in nothing but her shirt and underwear, sent a jolt of pure want through him.

“Careful,” he warned, his hands sliding up her calves. “You might give a guy ideas.”

She leaned forward. “Maybe that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.”

Malcolm swallowed hard, fighting the urge to claim her lips again. Instead, he worked on savoring every moment of this unexpected encounter.

His nostrils flared as he slid between Larissa’s thighs, inhaling deeply. Her scent clouded his mind, making it difficult to think of anything but the primal need coursing through his veins.

“You smell incredible.”

Larissa’s breath hitched, her usual cool composure breaking. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

Malcolm looked up at her, taking in the flush on her cheeks and the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. “There’re a lot of things I never thought I’d say to you,” he confessed, gripping her thighs gently.

A soft moan escaped Larissa’s lips as she leaned back on her elbows, her body language inviting him closer. The movement pushed her hips forward, bringing her core tantalizingly close to his face.

Malcolm’s cock throbbed painfully in response. He’d always known Larissa was attractive, but seeing her like this—vulnerable, wanting—was almost more than he could bear.

“Please,” Larissa breathed, her voice filled with need.

The sound of his name on her lips, coupled with that single word, nearly broke his self-control. Malcolm closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. When he opened them again, he met Larissa’s gaze, seeing his own desperate hunger reflected there.

Malcolm’s control snapped. With a growl, he leaned in, finally tasting her. His tongue traced her slick folds slowly, savoring the way she trembled beneath him, her response driving him wild with desire.

“Fuck,” he muttered against her sensitive flesh, pausing to look up at her. “You taste even better than you smell.”

Larissa’s fingers threaded through his hair, tugging lightly. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice breathy and desperate.

Grinning wickedly, Malcolm returned his attention to her core. He flattened his tongue against her, licking a long, slow stripe up to her clit before closing his lips around the sensitive bud.

As Larissa’s hips bucked against his face, Malcolm realized with startling clarity that he’d never wanted anything—or anyone—as much as he wanted her in this moment.

“Christ,” he breathed, pulling back slightly. “What are you doing to me?”

She looked down at him, her eyes dark with passion. “Probably the same thing you’re doing to me.”

This was Larissa—his rival, his equal, the woman who challenged him at every turn. And now she was here, on his kitchen table, trembling beneath his touch.

Malcolm dove back in, circling her clit with his tongue with renewed fervor. He alternated between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks, savoring the way Larissa’s body responded to his touch.

She gasped, her back arching off the table. “Oh god, yes…”

Her breathy moans sent sparks shooting straight through him.

Malcolm redoubled his efforts, determined to make her come undone.

He slid one hand up her thigh, squeezing gently before moving to her entrance.

Malcolm’s fingers slid inside Larissa, eliciting a sharp gasp that made his pulse quicken.

Her silky heat enveloped him as he explored her depths, searching for that elusive spot.

Larissa’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting slightly. “I shouldn’t… We shouldn’t…”

But her body betrayed her words, arching into his touch.

Malcolm gave a wicked grin, delighting in having broken through her cool exterior.

He’d always known there was fire beneath that calculating facade.

He curled his fingers, stroking deliberately. “Tell me you want this,” he demanded.

Larissa’s brow furrowed, conflict evident on her face even as her hips rocked against his hand. “It’s…complicated,” she managed.

Malcolm leaned closer, inhaling her scent. His wolf stirred restlessly, craving more. “Nothing complicated about it,” he murmured. “Just two alphas finally giving in.”

He watched her closely, noting every microexpression. The slight furrow between her brows as she wrestled with her control. The way her pulse fluttered visibly at the base of her throat.

He probed his fingers deeper, searching. He knew he’d found the right spot when Larissa’s breath caught, her inner muscles clenching around him.

“There?” he asked with a knowing smirk.

Larissa’s eyes snapped open, narrowing at his smug tone. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” she bit out.

But Malcolm saw the struggle in her gaze—the battle between her mind’s orders and her body’s primal desires. An answering conflict existed within himself. They’d been rivals for so long. This shift in dynamic was exhilarating…and terrifying.

He brushed his thumb over her sensitive flesh as his fingers continued their sensual assault. Larissa’s hips began to move in a slow, sinuous rhythm against his face. Her usual cool composure was completely shattered, replaced by raw, uninhibited passion.

Pride surged through Malcolm—he’d reduced his brilliant rival to this writhing, moaning state.

“That’s it,” he murmured against her sensitive flesh. “Let go for me.”