Savage Basilisk, page 8
They got into the room, and Ajax shut the door behind them. But before she could even appraise the modest space, Ajax was in front of her, caging her against the wall to their right, his huge arms surrounding her as he looked down at her with such intense want it made her shiver.
And when his lips crashed over hers, melding her mouth to his, she didn’t resist.
Arousal rushed through her, warm and exciting, building on pressure that had been lingering ever since that first almost-kiss under the stars.
Something that had been growing every time she looked at Ajax, every time she thought about him.
His tongue thrust against her mouth, forcing her lips to part. Then he came inside roughly, stroking through her mouth and making her knees weak.
It was even better than she’d imagined while lying awake at night, trying to not think about him.
Ajax let out a sound that seemed more animal than human as he plundered her mouth, curiously seeking every place that would set her on fire, making her more and more needy with every twist of his tongue. As he did, his scent, spicy and dark like cinnamon and musk, enlivened her senses even more.
“Couldn’t wait another second to taste you,” Ajax said, licking his lips, which were perfectly defined with a little cupid’s bow on the top and a full curve to the bottom. She wanted to run her finger along them.
Not as badly as she wanted more of his kisses, though.
She looked to the side, feeling embarrassed by how quickly this was going as she noted the plain beige carpets and the classic hotel-room feel of the place. A feel that she’d become used to over a thousand trips across the country, doing various jobs.
Being in a room like this one, but with Ajax, felt somehow forbidden. She’d never taken a man to her room like this before.
“What are you thinking?” His voice was deep, commanding her gaze as she looked up to see him watching her intently, studying her.
“I… This is all new to me.”
“You mean sex?” he asked with a smirk. “I’ve done some research. I can show you how it—”
She shoved his chest playfully, the rock-hard muscle not moving an inch against her, which she secretly enjoyed.
“Of course I know how that works, Ajax. I mean, doing this. Casual sex in a hotel.”
His expression twitched almost imperceptibly when she said the word “casual,” and she wondered if he was going all shifter on her, getting ideas about mating and such.
“You said you wanted casual,” he said.
“I do,” she said. “But are you okay with it?”
His eyes burned as he looked over her. “I don’t care… as long as I can touch you again.”
She nodded, feeling like she was melting beneath the fire of his red-eyed gaze. “Then this is how I want it. No feelings. Just… just…” Her words trailed off as the haze of want filling the air nearly took her breath away as Ajax leaned in closer.
“Just what?”
“Just you. Nothing serious. I don’t want you getting ideas.”
Ajax grinned at her like a fox that had just caught a rabbit. And when he leaned into her ear, he licked up along the shell of it, making her shudder as she got even wetter at the quick, erotic contact.
“Getting ideas, huh?” His voice was low, more growl than words. “I’ve been getting ideas about you since I first laid eyes on you.” As he spoke, his hands came down to her sides, taking hers in his and pinning them to the wall. When she resisted, he was as immovable as steel.
He nipped her earlobe, then dragged his teeth over it, making her moan with anticipation. Then he went lower, kissing here and there unpredictably, keeping her constantly wondering where his lips would touch down next so she could feel the indelible little sparks he caused to light on her body.
“Ideas?” Her voice felt dry, like sandpaper.
“Yes, ideas. About how badly I’ve wanted to see you come. How I want to make you pass out with pleasure. How I want to make you so turned on, so hungry for me, you won’t even be able to see straight.”
She was having problems with that even now as he bit down lightly at the base of her neck before sucking on the skin with his mouth, hard enough to make her body jolt with want.
His grip tightened possessively on her hands, and his body pressed against her, leaving her trapped against the feel of his iron-hard muscles and the weight of his sheer dominance.
“But no feelings, no—”
“You don’t get to tell me what I do and don’t feel, Olivia.” He kissed up her neck, his breath coursing over her skin as he spoke, and she could feel her pulse race there. “So no, I won’t say you’re my mate. But I take this very, very seriously, regardless of how this all ends.”
She felt hunger and yearning in his voice, and even the reminder this was temporary made her heart clench.
But she couldn’t stop. Not now. Maybe not ever.
He pressed his thigh between her legs, caging her closer as even the light contact against the apex of her thighs made her groan, desperate for release. “So either you stop me now, or I’m going to keep going until you’re either passed out or begging me for mercy,” he growled.
“I’ll never beg,” she taunted, feeling a primal need to feel him take control.
She knew what she wanted.
In a whirl of motion, he brought both her hands above her head and pinned both wrists with his big palm and fingers easily, making her gasp.
Then with his free hand, he shoved her shirt up past her breasts and pressed himself against her harder, and she could feel the huge bulge in his jeans against her side.
Oh shit, she thought, getting wetter as he teased her with his calloused hand as it stroked over her belly, then up toward her breasts.
“I warned you,” he growled as he pulled her bra aside, giving him access to stroke his thumb over her aching nipple, back and forth. Then he tweaked it, pinching with just the right amount of pressure to make her gasp.
There was something particularly wanton about being in a hotel room, trapped against the wall with this towering, dominant man, completely at his whims.
But she’d seen his control. Seen his strength. She trusted him, maybe even more than people she’d known for much longer.
She felt safe with him.
He squeezed her breast and continued torturing her nipple until she couldn’t take any more, then did it to her other breast. And when she struggled in his arms, body shaking from being turned on and standing like this, he pressed his thigh between her legs even higher, grinding against her mound. Even with the jeans she had on, it was like he knew just the right angle to drive her crazy without giving enough to send her past the edge.
“You’re not going anywhere until I say so,” he said, his voice taking on a savage timbre that made her wonder just how much he’d actually been holding back from her.
Then, as if to make his point, he pressed his thumb into her nipple a little harder, making shocks of arousal go down her spine.
But as his red eyes seemed to get brighter, he looked even hungrier, though Olivia felt like a wet, disheveled mess, with her bra completely ajar and her shirt bunched up around her shoulders.
With a motion so quick she could barely track it, his hand was at the button of her jeans, flicking it open and pulling the zipper down.
She didn’t even have time to anticipate his touch, though, as his lips crashed over hers again, and he filled her mouth with his tongue while she felt his fingers cup her sex roughly and expertly over her underwear.
Olivia arched against the wall from the sudden, direct stimulation, and Ajax stifled her moans with more kisses as he pulled her underwear aside to give him better access.
She was so turned on she could feel it in the slickness of his fingers as he spread her folds and started to slowly stroke up against her small nub. It felt so good she could scream.
Ajax pulled away from kissing her, and she gasped for breath even as he continued to make small circles that were getting more torturous by the second.
“Already giving out on me?” he asked, seemingly pleased by the fact she kept trying to squirm but couldn’t because he had her pinned so perfectly.
“Never,” she gasped out unconvincingly, mustering just enough air to say the word before two of his fingers moved over her in a quick motion that almost made her tip over the edge.
Then he resumed the steady, frustratingly good rhythm he’d been using to stroke her clit, as if to make the point that he could make her come now but was refusing to just yet.
Like he wanted to draw out her pleasure as long as possible.
She just held on, unable to go anywhere as his fingers pleasured her senseless, while he continued to kiss her neck, her ears, her cheeks. And when she’d get close because he stroked her just the right way or his lips touched down on an especially sensitive spot, he’d go a little slower, giving enough time for her to pull away from the edge before he resumed his furious pace.
Then finally, with one last stroke, Ajax sent her flying past her limits into an explosive orgasm that rocked through her body from the tips of her fingers to the bottom of her toes. Being held only intensified it, as her muscles locked up then released all the pent-up energy in pleasurable waves of electrifying sensation that felt better than anything ever had before.
And through the entirety of it, Ajax’s gaze remained locked on her, glowering possessively.
Just as her legs were about to totally give out on her, the ground disappeared beneath Olivia as Ajax picked her up, her clothes hanging off her everywhere, and took her over to the bed.
For a moment, she just held on to him, feeling so small and cared for in his strong arms, though she’d never admit she liked being carried like this.
He set her down unceremoniously, tugging off her shirt and bra and pants and underwear while she bounced a few times on the worn springs of the hotel mattress, still overwhelmed by the surge of emotions and sensations she didn’t know what to do about.
And all the things she still wanted to feel.
Like that huge length pushing even the relaxed fit of Ajax’s jeans to their limit.
“One thing at a time,” Ajax said with a grin as he caught her staring down at his hips just before he tossed his jacket and shirt to the floor.
He was even more ripped than she remembered, with thick, taut muscle all along his arms and chest. His abdominals made even typical “washboard abs” seem weak by comparison, his whole core taut with tension as he came over her on the bed.
And those tattoos, their dark lines tracing over almost every inch of his skin, dipping beneath the waist of his jeans, only accentuated the sexy angles of his muscles more.
Shirtless like this, she could see even more of his scars. Scars that were a testament to a long, violent life. One she still knew hardly anything about.
She wanted to know him even better.
But not as much as she wanted him inside her.
He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs, baring her sex to his hungry gaze, and Olivia would have felt embarrassed, being so naked and vulnerable like this when normally she tried so hard to portray strength and independence to everyone else.
But with the way he licked his lips and the way she saw his gaze widen with arousal as he took in the sight of her from top to bottom… it was hard to be self-conscious about anything as Ajax watched her so hungrily.
Then he dipped his head between her legs, and Olivia’s body went warm from sheer anticipation.
Just like he’d been up against the wall, his kiss on her sex was rough and harsh, claiming her clit with the intensity of a wild animal set free. Her hips bucked against him from the suddenness of her arousal, and in response, he set her legs over his shoulders, removing her leverage completely so all she could do was flail against the mattress and try not to come instantly.
And when he growled something that sounded vaguely like the word “mine,” Olivia was too turned on, too lost in a haze of lust to say something back.
Maybe just “mine for now?”
She didn’t care either way.
Her heartbeat pounded against her eardrums as his tongue laved across her clit over and over, pushing her to her limit and withdrawing, just to do it all over again. Like stretching a rubber band all the way and back.
Once she couldn’t take any more, Ajax made her come with just a single flick of the tip of his tongue.
Everything inside her went bright, like a flood lamp, filling her insides with such incredible release her vision blurred.
Then he went back to eating her out like an uncontrollable beast, clutching her thighs possessively with his arms as the sound of his tongue coursing over her sex tickled her ears.
His skin was so hot wherever he touched her, wherever their bodies met. And she wondered for the fiftieth time what sex with him would be like.
She came twice more before Ajax finally released her limp legs back onto the bed as he sat up and thoroughly wiped all the wetness on his lips and face with one thumb before licking his thumb as though it had been covered in sugar.
Seeing him do it was sexy as hell.
“You ready to give up, human?” he asked, licking just a little bit more of her wetness off the corner of his mouth.
He’d never addressed her that way before. Though, looking up at him, the fact that Ajax was not like any normal human male couldn’t have been more obvious in that moment.
“I’m the furthest thing from ready to give up,” she replied in challenge, though some of her muscles were already starting to feel the exertion from coming so hard, so many times.
He just gave her a dark smile and stepped off the bed, withdrawing a condom from his back pocket. He tore it open, then pulled his jeans and gray boxer briefs off and slid on the condom.
Holy crap, she thought. He was even bigger than she’d imagined.
The rumor that shifters were incredibly hung had seemed like a hilarious side note to her for years.
But now, looking up at Ajax, who was more shifter than human in practically every way, she wondered if the rumor wasn’t actually very true.
She’d gotten a hint of it back at the roller rink.
By the time he was back on the bed, Olivia’s mouth was literally watering, and her sex ached for him.
But instead of getting between her legs, he pulled her by the legs toward him, dragging the blankets and bedding with her, until he was positioned directly at her entrance.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said darkly, holding her exhausted legs around his hips as he teased her with the thick, rounded head of his cock.
Words escaped Olivia as he pushed in and out, a little at a time, going slightly deeper with each light thrust.
And the farther in he went, the more desperate she got to have him all the way.
Once Ajax seemed satisfied, in spite of the tight fit because he was so huge, he sent her a look that meant she had one last chance to say something.
She just gave him a look that she hoped showed him how desperate she felt for more.
Then he thrust into her, his huge girth stretching her completely from the inside out, almost to Olivia’s limit, and she moaned in arousal as they met hip to hip.
Thankfully, he gave her a second to adjust as everything went tense, then shifted into pleasure so harsh and demanding she couldn’t even form proper thoughts in her head.
Just… wow.
The difference between what Ajax could do to Olivia and what she could do with herself was like comparing a microwave dinner to a five-course meal prepared by a Michelin chef.
And when Ajax started to move, she almost came right there.
Damn, he felt so good inside her. So hard. So hot. So wide.
“I can feel your body’s hunger,” Ajax rasped, slowly thrusting in and out, making sparks go off everywhere along her body, especially in the places he’d touched and loved so thoroughly. “I can see it in your eyes, see it in the way you nearly lose control when I’m inside you.”
She wanted to retort that this was still just blowing off steam. But then he shoved himself into her, faster this time, pressing her G-spot with his length, and the words were lost on her lips to the sound of another moan pulled from her throat.
She’d never known a feeling like this.
The sense of the world disappearing around her, the pleasure, and the extremely hot man giving it to her.
She didn’t know what to do with how not-casual it all felt.
So instead, she just held on as Ajax seemed to respond to her every sound, her every movement, going slower or faster until her hands were digging into the sheets at her sides, desperate for release.
And to her surprise and satisfaction, Ajax seemed more overwhelmed than he wanted to let on as well, sculpted muscles straining as he continued to move.
She wanted to see him lost in pleasure, the way he made her feel.
For several minutes, only Olivia’s desperate breaths for air and the sound of Ajax filling her over and over could be heard through the little room that smelled of sex and sweat now.
And as Ajax got nearer to his release, he leaned in closer to her, close enough her nipples rubbed against his pecs as he leaned down onto one elbow, not stopping their furious pace that would break like a tidal wave over a seawall at any moment.
Just as she hit the edge, Olivia screamed out Ajax’s name as the ball of tension making her whole body shiver suddenly released as she came one last time.
And a second later, Ajax came with her, grunting her name as he buried his face in her shoulder.
Everything blurred together as nothing but arousal and the feel of Ajax above her registered to Olivia’s senses.
But even as she saw stars behind her eyelids, she was aware of Ajax coming too, both in the way she could feel his cock jerk deep inside her as well as how his entire body went taut and unmoving, like he couldn’t bear to lose control for even these perfect moments with her.
Time stopped as Olivia felt her senses slowly return to her, the images of all the things they’d just done flowing through her mind in flashes.
