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“Max.” Sarah ran her fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck. She lifted his shirt, forcing him to let go of her long enough to get the cotton over the top of his head so she could fling it across the room. She splayed her hands across his chest, smoothing her fingers over his muscles and skin, letting the pad of her thumb slide over his nipple. “I want you inside me.”
“You know this is it, right?” He tugged at her belt, flinging the buckle open and snapping the thin leather band off her hips. Need billowed through him like a drug, barely held in check. “I’ve marked you. Once we do this, it’s just you and me. Forever.”
“I know.” She traced her kisses down the side of his neck and into the hollow of his throat as she opened his jeans. When he kicked them aside, she rubbed her palm against his hardness, only the material of his boxer briefs keeping them apart. “That’s what I want.”
Did she know just how crazy she drove him? Even if she did, Max wanted her to do it again and again. “So do I, Sarah. I’ve wanted this for a long time. Just like this.” He’d freed her from her shirt and jeans now, and her skin heated the dark blue cotton of her bra and panties. Their bodies slid together as they stood there, exploring, touching, wanting. Max savored the anticipation of it, letting it build inside him as he kissed the swell of her breasts and teased his fingers into the waistband of her panties.
A short tug on the elastic of his boxer briefs, and he was nude before her. Max thought of scooping Sarah onto the bed, but she surprised him by sliding her body down the front of his until she was on her knees. His breath caught and froze in his throat as she took his hard length into her mouth, the heat of her tongue sliding along his shaft and swirling around his head. She paused and plunged downward again, her lips closing tight around him, driving him into such beautiful agony. Her hands skimmed the sensitive skin of his inner thighs as she stroked him. His muscles tensed, and all the blood drained from his head. Max reached out and caught his balance on the dresser.
It felt so good, and he could let her go on forever, but there was so much more that he wanted. Max reached down and pulled her upright, lifting her off her feet and onto the bed. He straddled her hips, fighting to restrain himself. He started on her shoulder, just shy of the fresh mark he’d imprinted on her. With his teeth, Max slowly slid down first one bra strap and then the other. It was excruciating to drag it out like this, but it was such an exquisite torture.
He dipped his tongue down into the cups of her bra to find her nipples already standing at attention. When Max slipped apart the clasp at the front of her bra and released her breasts, he thought he might come undone himself. Instead, he captured each in turn with his mouth, suckling and licking until it was his turn to work downward.
His mouth worked over the softness of her stomach and to each side. He nipped her hipbones and felt her squirm beneath his touch. The true treasure was just below. His pulse throbbed in his wrists as he pulled her panties aside and captured her heat in his mouth.
Sarah let out a strangled cry. Her body tensed, and he could feel her trembling all over again. She twisted the covers in her fists as he laved his tongue along her delicate folds, lingering on her tight bud and driving harder when her hips bucked against him. Every ounce of her pleasure was his own, growing to an intensity he’d never known. As he slipped his thick fingers inside her, he felt pulses radiating through her core. Sarah threw her head back, panting.
Max held tightly to her hip with his other hand as her orgasm intensified, devouring her. She pulled back when the spasms slowed, but he wasn’t done yet. He worked her over with his mouth, touching her, tasting her, driving her, and she pounded her fist into the mattress. Nothing was more beautiful than seeing her writhing on the waves of his attentions. Max drew her further into his mouth and flicked his tongue in figure eights, knowing she was nearly at her peak. He could feel it within her and wanted it for both of them. Sarah snatched a pillow and screamed into it as her hips thrust into him again.
He could stand no more. Max lightly nipped her inner thigh before raising up onto his hands and knees. He pressed himself against her wetness as he looked down at her. She was glorious, her eyes shining, her lips plump and pink. Sarah gave him a desperate nod, urging him on, and he slid into her, melting at just how amazing she felt.
Their hips moved in unison as they rocked against each other, and her legs closed around him, burying him even deeper. Max moaned as he fully surrendered himself to the luxury of her softness and desire. The power of their love and connection swept over him. When he felt her tense up, ready to hit her apex, there was no need to hold himself back.
This was where he was meant to be—where they were both meant to be. As long as they were in each other’s arms, nothing else mattered.
18
Sarah stepped into the kitchen,a place she’d slowly become familiar with all over again. The glasses and plates were still kept in the same cabinets as when she’d come to stay with Max before. The snacks hadn’t moved, either, nor had the stash of chocolate. It was a small thing, but it’d been a comfort for Sarah to know that some things don’t change, no matter how long you go without experiencing them.
This was a room full of magic, but not the same kind Ava was learning. It was a place of gathering and discussing, of late-night planning, of hashing and rehashing. The Glenwoods had an official meeting room, but so many times, she’d seen them come together right there around the table. This was a place of belonging.
She laughed at herself for being such a sentimental fool, but the night before with Max had made her emotions run a little deeper. Sarah rubbed her arms as she checked each of the kitchen chairs. The evening had gotten cool, though her thoughts were still ablaze with the fire Max had ignited in her. She glanced through the pegs near the back door, finding plenty of random flannels and hoodies, but not what she was looking for. That man knew all the right places to touch her, both physically and emotionally. Fortunately, there would be many more chances for that in the future.
Just about to give up and go check another room, Sarah turned and spotted a cake in the center of the kitchen table. She hadn’t really noticed it at first. Curious, Sarah stepped closer. It was covered in chocolate frosting, textured along the sides to make it look like bark. The top held her initials and Max’s inside a heart, carved into the frosting as though they were carved into a tree. Warmth moved through her at seeing such a sweet gesture.
The very culprit stepped into the kitchen. His eyes danced when he looked at her, and she could feel her wolf responding to his. They’d always been close, but not like this. The mark had made it so, and she felt his pleasure as he stepped up next to her and looked down at the cake. “That’s quite a masterpiece.”
“It was very sweet of you. Did you make it yourself?” Max was a man capable of many things, but she’d never noticed him spending much time in the kitchen.
“Me?” He stepped back and looked at her sideways. “I’ve been out with Brody all morning discussing improvements to the defense of the packhouse and property. I thought you made it.”
Sarah shook her head, puzzled. “Nope. I just came in here and saw it sitting there. I was looking for my sweatshirt, and Ava said she thought she saw it in here.”
Max narrowed his eyes. “Hunter saw me come in and said the kitchen sink was leaking.”
It took only a quick check to see that the sink wasn’t leaking at all. She slowly looked back at Max and pursed her lips. “I think we’re being parent-trapped.”
He let out a snort of laughter. “Really?”
“Oh, yeah.” She tapped her fingers on the counter, reviewing it all in her mind. “We’d told them we were going to take some time apart and that you and Hunter would be going back to your place. They’ve been getting along great, and they have a chance at having a complete household for the first time in their lives. I think they’re trying to get us back together because they don’t know we already are.”
“They could’ve just talked to us,” Max reasoned.
“Right, they could’ve just talked to two stubborn, hard-headed adults who would want nothing more than to listen to what a couple of teenagers had to say about love and fate,” Sarah returned. “I’m sure that would’ve gone over beautifully.”
Max bit his lip. “If they want to play games with us, then I say it’s only fair we return the favor. Hunter! Ava! Come to the kitchen, please!”
She wiped her hand over her mouth, trying to keep herself from laughing as the two teens came racing into the kitchen. It was adorable that they had gone to so much effort, even if it wasn’t necessary.
