Hawke
In one fluid motion, I jerked my hands out of the sink, whipped around, and grabbed Maddie good and tight. She gasped in surprise, her blue eyes glinting with a hint of fear, but that was too damn bad. My sweet, innocent little Christmas elf had had tempted the wolf inside, and now that the beast was fully awake, there’d benoputting him down.
Not until we fuckingclaimedher.
Before she could utter another word, I spun her around and pushed her against the countertop, my arms a cage around her upper body, my raging-hard cock digging into her round, perfect ass.
Fucking hell,she was hot as sin.
Lowering my face to the soft curve where her neck met her shoulder, I inhaled the scent of her skin, like warm vanilla and nutmeg, like the last bit of wholesome sweetness in a world where everything else had turned to ash.
Slowly, enjoying every torturous moment, I dragged my mouth to her ear and nipped at the fleshy lobe, unleashing another gasp from her lips.
“Listen up and listen good,” I growled. “Because I’m warning you—we cross this line tonight? There’snogoing back.”
I didn’t like head games, and if that’s all this was, I needed to know now so I could toss her out on her ass for good.
“I don’t want to go back.” Maddie’s voice was clear and certain, full of some new fire. “I wantyou, Hawke.”
“You don’t knowwhatyou want, Cupcake.” I let out a dark chuckle, enjoying the way the fine hairs on her neck stood on end as my breath whispered across her skin. “Not yet. But oh, you will. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll bebeggingfor it, again and again, until you’re so sore you can’t even fuckingwalk.”
Another gasp. Another tremor rippling through her body. Another wave of heat cresting between us, making my cockachewith need.
Burying my face in those wild red curls, I forced her legs apart with my thigh, grinding into her pussy from behind. The layers of fabric between us did nothing to camouflage her desire.
She was hot. And wet.Sofucking wet for me.
“Hawke,” she moaned, my name a desperate plea as she arched her hips and rode my leg.
I slid a soapy-wet hand inside the front of her shirt, cupping one of her tits over the lace bra. It fit perfectly in my palm, pert nipple rising stiff at my touch.
Fuck,I wanted her in my mouth. I wanted to bite and tease that perfect little peak, to suck on it until it hurt, until she cried out with pain and pleasure both.
“I want you,” she said again, her voice thick with pleasure.
“You brokeallmy rules tonight, Cupcake,” I breathed, pinching her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and index finger as she slowly rocked against my thigh. “So this ain’t about what youwant. It’s about what you’re gonna get.”
“What… what am I getting?” she muttered, nearly breathless now.
“Spanked. Fucked. And thoroughly wrecked.”
I pressed my thigh harder against her center, making her whimper.
“First,” I warned, “I’m tearing off these pants and smacking that sweet little ass until it’s so red you’ll make Rudolph the fucking Reindeer jealous. After that? When your greedy little pussy is dripping wet and you’re damn neardeliriouswith need? I’m gonna make youbegfor it. Beg me to touch you, beg me to taste you, beg me to let you come all over my tongue.” I leaned closer once more, lips brushing her ear, a depraved growl rumbling up through my chest. “So thinkrealhard about what you say next, ’cause I’m only asking once: are we crossing this line tonight? Or am I walking away right the fuck now?”
“Yes,” she breathed, a dark flush creeping up her neck. “Yes to crossing the line.Allthe lines. Please just… just don’t ever stop touching me.”
“Ever?” I laughed, dark and low. “Just how far are we taking this, Cupcake?”
“I don’t… I don’t care. As far as you want.” As if to underscore the point, she ground down against my thigh and let out a soft moan.
I closed my eyes and bit back a curse.As far as you want…Girl didn’t know she was playing withseriousfire. And if I wasn’t careful, sweet little Maddie Lockwood—with her freckles and curls and ridiculous gingerbread cookie shirt—might get hurt.
The thought of it had my wolf raging inside, ready to smash something.
“Gingerbread,” I whispered, opening my eyes and blowing out a breath, trying to keep my wolf—and my raging cock—in check.
“Ginger…what?”
