Marc braced his arms beside her head. He kissed her on the mouth as he started to rock again.
She could taste of her own juice on him and it turned her on even more. He looked deeply into her eyes as he thrust in and out, picking up his pace. He fucked her until the unbearable feeling came back, body tensed, ready for the next climax. Her pussy rippled around his hard shaft as he kept hammering at her with zealous intensity.
Fuck. So good it had to be sin.
She kissed him, breathing fast and murmuring some half-formed words about how good he made her feel. He pressed his forehead against her, his breath hot on her face.
He pounded once, twice three times and that enough to set her on fire for the second one. He didn’t stop as she shook from head to toe, mind floating to the clouds. His fucks were precise, sharp and mind-shattering. She could feel the texture of his shaft, hard flesh encased in a silken glove. One heartbeat later she came unbidden. The pleasure hit her so hard she thought she’d die for long seconds. The motherlode of pleasure was so intense it scared her a bit.
Marc came after her. His cock juddered in her depths, spasming and filling her with his fertile seed. Sweat blanketed his body, making him slick.
“Babe…” he whispered.
“Mm?”
He seemed like he wanted to say something intimate but changed his mind at the very last moment. He shook his head and smiled. “You’re so beautiful, babe.”
“Kiss me, handsome.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
He did what she asked. This time he was gentle and yet still passionate. She felt as if the ephemeral light of the star cocooned around her tenderly.
She then felt him hardening again inside her. She broke their kiss. “Are you…?”
His smile was wicked this time. “You don’t think I was going to be satisfied with just one round, do you? Like I said, I’m going to fuck you. All. Night.”
Oh dear.
CHAPTER THREE
Marc woke up and stretched luxuriously in his bed. For some reason he felt more relaxed and at ease than he could remember in a long time. Ever since becoming the alpha of the DaVaca clan, he carried a heavy weight on his shoulders that sometimes wore him down. His father had warned him about the pressure of leadership, but it was something that he had been raised to do. It was a burden he gladly shouldered despite the toll.
No, it wasn’t thinking about the wellbeing of his clan that was making him happy that morning. It was the woman who had writhed beneath him and warmed his bed the evening before. His arms stretched out across the bed. The sheets were cool beneath his touch. His eyes sprang open as he sat up. He looked around quickly. The bed and the room around him were empty. He lifted his nose and smelled the air. There was still the faintest trace of the scent of apples and cinnamon in the air. The smell he now associated with her.
Not bothering with clothes, he climbed out of bed and padded across the room. His inner beast became anxious. “She couldn’t have gone far.”
He opened the bedroom door and looked out into the main room of the suite. Marc had a house in the hills overlooking the Strip, but with the business that he did with the various casinos, he was always able to have a suite available at his disposal when he wanted one, not to mention he was considered a high roller anytime he gambled. He won big, and he lost big on any given day. The casino bosses knew it was in their best interests to keep him happy.
He found the master suite was also empty. The clothes that he had stripped from her body were gone. He followed the smell of her scent all the way to the elevator doors.
He put his hand on the metal door and swore. She was gone, and he knew nothing about her o
ther than her first name.
Then why did this bother him so?
Marc moved back into the room and headed straight for the bottle of scotch on the side table. There was something eating at him that he couldn’t quite identify. It wasn’t as if he’d never had a one-night stand before. Although he had recently gotten out of a rather lengthy relationship, he had been more than making up for lost time since then.
Usually, this type of situation should have made him happy. No strings, no excuses, no clingy woman asking for a favor or another. But there was something about this encounter that was different.
He took a sip of the scotch and tried to settle his alter-beast. He looked up into the mirror across from him and saw his eyes. They glimmered even in the sun’s rays of the early morning light.
“Shit,” he said. His inner feline was trying to tell him something and he wasn’t listening. “It can’t be.”
Taking his glass across the room, he sank himself on the couch. He stared at his hands, thinking about the touch of Kelly’s skin. It had felt so soft and welcoming. There had been something that was so right. From the moment he saw her, he’d been immediately drawn to her, her energy and her smile and her laughter. It was as if she had been lit up from the inside as a beacon just for him, and he wanted nothing more than to bask in her presence.
That was what had caused him to follow her to the bar—aside from the fact that her dress clung to every luscious curve of her body. Marc liked his women as curvaceous as possible. To him, a curvy body meant healthy and happy cubs. And that was when the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Kelly was not an ordinary encounter, not by any means.
“She’s my mate,” he said in a shocked tone. Of course, it made perfect sense. Why didn’t he think of this before? This was what his alter-beast had been trying to tell him. He had found her, after all of this time.