Wolf's Hunger (Mafia Monsters #5) - Atlas Rose Page 0,45

Arran as he headed this way carrying two bottles of Scotch. “You better do her right, Russian, or I’m stepping in.”

Vitold just turned his head, showing teeth as he grinned and let out a rumble in warning. “Sit back and watch, Arran. You might learn a thing or two.”

My shirt fell and hit the floor beside us. But Vitold was already sinking to the floor and taking my sweatpants along with him.

“Wide hips.” He leaned closer, kissing the jutting bones as my pants hit the ground. “Perfect.”

I closed my eyes, my hand reaching to his head as he slid his hand along the back of my calf and lifted, urging me to step out of my pants.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

I wrenched open my eyes. “Here?”

He didn’t answer, just waited for me to do what he wanted. A flare of confusion tore through me. I inhaled hard, while he just waited until I slowly sank to the cold, polished concrete floor. The bitter surface bit into my knees.

“Open your knees, Carina.” Vitold murmured, his gaze riveted to my body, drawing down my breasts, and my nipples hardened in response. “Let me see you.”

But we were out in the open, with no walls for privacy…anyone could walk through and see me. I stared into his eyes as they glittered.

“Fuck me.” Arran sank to the sofa, his gaze riveted on me.

Electricity tore through me with the focus. This was what they wanted, that moment where I bent to their will, where I became more than a woman…I became their woman. My thighs trembled as I forced the movement, sliding my knees open as I rested my ass on the back of my heels.

Cold air caressed me, sliding like a greedy tongue between my thighs as I opened. A tortured sound came from Arran, but Vitold was riveted by my crease. He leaned forward, his cock twitching inside his pants.

“I’m the only one naked,” I whispered. “Not fair.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” he whispered, and slid a finger along my crease. Calloused fingers rubbed against my clit, making me shiver and shake, my nipples tightening even more.

“Fuck, you make me want to kill something,” Vitold growled, leaning forward to take my nipple into his mouth.

Fangs scraped tender flesh. I felt my pussy lips swelling with the graze as he lifted his hand and caressed the shimmering jewels embedded into the flesh over my heart. “Does this hurt?” he enquired.

I shook my head. There was no pain now with the Unseelie burden, only that savage hunger, that unrelenting need. Vitold bent lower on my chest, lowering his head to lick the green jewels. But it was his fingers that kept my focus, those same languid movements he’d used on my temples before now took center stage at the entrance to my pussy.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered as Vitold took my other nipple into his mouth, then slapped two fingers straight against my crease hard enough to make me flinch with shock. My desire died.

Round and round, his fingers drew out that heat again, slow…achingly fucking slow. I shuddered and dropped my head forward, watching his fingers working.

Slap!

I flinched at the sound and let out a whimper. The sensation didn’t hurt, if anything, it felt…good. Vitold pulled away, but his focus stayed laser driven. Round and round, until he slipped inside. I let out a ragged moan, my hips jutting forward, desperate to gain an inch.

On the sofa, Arran opened the button of his jeans. The zipper parted, releasing his cock. He was hard, and twitching, delicious and achingly perfect as he wrapped his fist around the shaft and slowly pumped.

“That feel good?” Vitold asked, starting those circles once more. Heat burned me, slicing through my core. I found myself rocking with the movement.

Slap! His fingers hit harder this time. I was no longer flinching, but growing wetter with the sudden contact. “More,” I whispered.

“Fuck me, you’re so wet,” Vitold growled, slipping his fingers inside me again.

Desperation filled me, burning through the tension in my muscles. I felt pliable under his hand, blinded by the heat in my body. I lashed out, grasping his wrist. “Please, Vitold.”

His eyes narrowed, and there was a catch in his breath. “Say that again.”

“Vitold, please, I’m going to…”

He rose in an instant, the movement drawing my gaze to the thick bulge of his erection. One hard shove and he pushed his pants low. His cock sprang free, making me catch my breath. A bulging vein running under his gorgeous length pulsed, catching