Wolf's Hunger (Mafia Monsters #5) - Atlas Rose Page 0,75

as I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper low. Christ, I’d never seen a body like his. Phantom was taller and stronger, but Church was big. I trailed my fingers down the hard muscle of his hips.

He lashed out and wrapped his fingers around my throat. The defiance and desperation in his eyes were almost painful. This was the dance, wasn’t it? This was what Chaos was born for. She swept around him, that dominance making me even more powerful than this gorgeous Wolf in front of me.

“Give in to me,” I growled, and slid my hand inside his pants and down, grasping that thick, hard length.

His grip tightened around my throat. He was fighting, just as I’d known he would, resisting the Unseelie power. But no matter how much he wanted to fight, that Chaos inside me rose harder and stronger, until I felt myself slipping once more…and she took over.

“Give in to me, Wolf.” The words slipped from my lips.

But the words weren’t my own, they were hers. My hand tightened around his cock as I fisted the length, driving all the way down to the hilt, then back again. The savagery inside me swept around him, deepening my voice. “Give in to me.”

Church closed his eyes and let out a moan. The grip around my throat eased and his breaths turned shallow.

“Mine.” Chaos claimed him and slowly pumped.

She looked down, finding that silky soft skin at the head of his cock, and the glistening drop of pre-cum beading. She lowered herself and kneeled on the floor, breaking the hold around her throat.

Lips to skin. I craved to feel him, to taste him…but it was all her.

All carnal and control. One lash of her power and he whimpered, his cock twitching in her grasp.

“Again,” he pleaded.

She obliged, only this time the power didn’t just lash like a whip, it bit. She opened my mouth, her tongue sliding along the length of him before she took him into her mouth, pushing him deeper…all the way to the back.

Fingers tangled in her hair, and he gave a slow, hard thrust, driving deeper. Saliva spilled out around his cock, the slide captured by a greedy mouth as she licked and sucked, working his length with her fist.

“I want you,” he growled, and lowered his gaze.

Chaos just smiled, licking the tip of his cock with a flat tongue before she pulled away to whisper, “That’s not how this works, Wolf. When I want you…I’ll take you.”

He whimpered at the words, his blue eyes glinting as the song changed, moving to something just as erotic…something just as cruel as she pulled away, rising to stand in front of him. “Now take your clothes off. I want to see what you look like when I fuck you.”

She stepped backwards, licking her fingers, tasting that salty precursor to the real thing. His lips curled as he stood there, hard as a fucking rock…desperate to cum.

“Dance,” she commanded, her voice low and threatening.

He just stood there, chest heaving with savage breaths, with a dangerous glint in his eyes…then slowly he started moving, swaying his hips, that thick, jutting cock swinging, until he grasped it with his own hand.

She stepped backwards and sank to the velvet lounge once more, captivated by that brutal stare and the way he fisted himself. “That’s my good Wolf,” she whispered with a curl of her lips. “Fuck your fist for me.”

One jerk of his head toward the door and a chilling rage slipped through the air. She felt it, an invasion. A vehicle, coming toward them, slowly…carefully.

A savage sound escaped Church’s lips before he looked at her…at his Chaos, then with a threatening snarl, he shoved his straining cock into his pants and yanked up the zipper. “I’ll kill them.”

Mortals…three of them in the car.

They were familiar.

The men who guarded her.

The ones who kept her prisoner.

“No,” she whispered with a shake of her head, and pushed off the seat to stride toward him once more. “You hide, you survive. Come find me.”

She kissed my Wolf, slow and hard, driving her tongue into his mouth before breaking the connection. Headlights from the car washed through the club, shining through the front doors to splash against the ceiling.

Let me out, I demanded. Only, Chaos wasn’t done. She ignored my plea and turned, leaving Church to snatch his shirt from the floor and walk behind the bar once more. The music ended with the tap of a finger. But Chaos was already climbing