Chapter 5- Rated SPG

He took her hand and pulled her off the stool. He was still hard as a rock and in need of relief. Judging by her shallow breathing, she was as aroused as he was.

"So what do you say?" Rhye asked, rubbing the inside of her palm with his thumb gently.

Lily stood on the tips of her high-heeled shoes and pressed her lips to his ear. "Hurry Mr. Whoever you are, sir, I need to cum."

He swallowed a desperate laugh as he held her hand toward the rear balcony. Before they passed the doorway, he tossed a final glance over his shoulder. The stockbrokers were gaping at him as if he was a ghost from another realm. He gestured to the money on the bar and offered a gracious nod, as if to say, "I won, keep it all."

Five minutes later, Rhye nodded to his personal guard, who kept a watch on whatever he was doing and now opened the suite entrance, knowing the Alpha had found a girl for tonight. "Thanks, Jasper."

Lily pressed her own palm to the center of his chest, giggling sweetly and pushing him forward to the center of the queen-sized bed.

Rhye whirled her body to cup her breasts, to feel the weight of them through the delicate little material of her dress. Only the small knot kept them from pouring free into his palms. "I want you, little one," he mumbled against the nape of her neck, one hand slipping down to follow the curve of her hip, to find the slit in the soft skirt so he could mold her leg into his awaiting palms, trace her smooth thigh, move his hand to find the moist heat beckoning in the nest of freshly shaved smooth heaven.

She whimpered softly, while Alpha Rhye needed to merge with her, her sensual images dancing in her mind, heightening her longing, heating her blood, wetting her folds, and needing him. She knew this was crazy, yet she loved it. She desired him. Enemy or not, maybe this was her way of punishing her ex-boyfriend, but she needed a release. She pressed back against him, feeling the hard length of him, picking up the alluring beat of his fingers as he delved deep into her private warm haven. Warmth and fire, emotional flashes licking her skin. She was lost in his touch. Drunk or not, she doesn't care anymore. Her body was coiling tighter and tighter. Her passion thumped like a hammer in her head. She was conscious of his hand at the knot beneath her breasts, the fabric was soon gaping open, pouring her aching bosoms into view of his thirsty gaze. One hand found softness, his thumb caressing her nipple into a hard peak.

She leaned into him, melting into the soft mattress of muscle behind me. "I want you too." She licked her lips. The place between her thighs already said yes.

"That’s my girl," he mumbled. His fingertips were known, moving beneath with purpose. The dress plummeted to the carpeted floor, her breasts springing free. They didn’t free fall for long. Rhye took them in his hands. Massaging her contours. Grazing her nipples with his fingertips.

Her nipples were rock hard. Aching for him, aching for his vicious touch. This man had this way of possessing her. All she needed to get rid of her stress was his touch. The sound of his voice she was now a slave to it. She was willing to do anything, say anything to please him—because she knew that, underneath his own possessive tendency, it was her pleasure that he sought. Her pleasure heightened his own.

Lily whirled in his arms, her lips kissing him harder while her hands were at the buttons of his trousers, knuckles brushing his heated skin. Rhye clenched his fist around her hair and threw back his head, savoring the freedom as he sprang free, hot, throbbing, thick, and hard.

Her nails lightly raked him, her fingers moving over him exactly as his intuition had predicted. Her hands brushed against his waist, his flat, hard belly, her thumbs hooking into his pants and pushing them down his thighs. The sensation of her hands was driving him insane. His wolf howled in delight. The cold air around them was thick with their mingled scents and the intensity of their hunger.

With his lips firmly in hers, she knew what he wanted, what his body was demanding, and what was pushing him over the edge. Going down slowly, Rhye's body shuddered as Lily's tongue caught the beads of sweat rolling down his belly, leading her to notice that he was swelling even more. His shaft was now hot and needy, hard and ready.

Lily's lips were closed, moist, and perfect as he thrust helplessly, his fists clenched in her hair. When he looked down at her, the sight was as sensual as ever. It was like giving his soul to her. He was so lost. Her breasts thrust forward, her nipples hard and erect, the little, delicate dress nearly transparent, the slit exposing her leg and thigh.

Her hands were constantly moving over his shaft, cupping his weight, delving into the firmness of his buttocks, and running up and down the column of his thighs. She appeared so exotic and beautiful in his eyes, and she was giving them both such exquisite pleasure that he thought they would burst into flames.

Rhye had to pull her to him, bring her up against the hardness of his body, and hold her tightly so he could feel every inch of her pale, smooth skin. She was soft beneath his probing palms, fragile, a perfectly formed beauty, and he had memorized every sweeping line, every curve. Rhye found himself murmuring to her in the sweet language of werewolves, words of passion and commitment that he had never spoken to another being in his entire existence.

"You are something else, Lily."

He kissed her, every part of her, and worshiped her, mind, body, and soul. The sight of her lying on the mattress, so naked and lost to her own desire, trustingly, lovingly looking up at him, took his breath away. Time disappeared. There was only Lily in his world. Her desire for him was visible in her dark eyes and on her face. It had crossed her mind. She intended to follow him wherever he led, as a willing partner.

Rhye leaned in close to her breast, savoring the feel of her smooth skin. He desired this night to make love. Perhaps the next rise will be as well. He needed the luxury of taking her again and again, without fear of interruption. He wished he had more time to show her, tease her, and please her. He wanted her to experience the full splendor of their life together. Make love to her over and over again. His hands moved over her thighs and legs. "Do you realize how beautiful you are?" His black gaze swept over her face and body, his eyes hot and smoldering with desire.

Lily smiled, loving the way his eyes devoured her with such hunger, such need. His body was hard and taut, bursting at the seams with an urgent demand. His hands shaped her hips and stroked her thighs. He easily turned her over, examining the smooth line of her back, her tiny waist, and her firm buttocks. Rhye knelt over her, his body enveloping her smaller frame. His teeth nipped at her shoulder. His wolf wanted to mark her right there and then, but it was too risky. Thank the goddess, his wolf listened to his reasoning while his hands skimmed her ribs, the softness of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and the smooth line of her rounded bottom. He caught her hips and lifted her, allowing him to pull her back against his throbbing shaft. The touch of her sweet, delicate skin, and the shape of her body, sent molten lava coursing through him, flames dancing across his skin.

"I need you right now, my sweet," he muttered softly, his black-velvet voice washing over Lily like his hands worshipping her body.

He pushed against her and rubbed closer, his hand again finding moist, damp heat beckoning him, assuring him she was ready. He pressed up against her hot and slick, creamy entrance. She was gripping him tighter as he pushed deeper, invading her body with his, his hands holding her hips still as he buried himself, again and again, long, hard thrusts of pure ecstasy.

His hands dropped to Lily's waist and he held back a quip about how skilled he was at finding her clit. He was stroking her, inhaling the smell of their desire while he kept on thrusting her, over and over again, as she writhed and moaned.

"Lily Walter, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen," His breath was a tease, and when he kissed her, Lily knew he meant every word. Then his fingers stroked her warmth clit again, as he thrust harder inside her to the point of no return. He took his time, teasing her. The head of his desire, just inside her again and again, faster and harder. He was swirling in her wetness before he plunged into her heat again.

Every thrust sent a new wave of ecstasy ricocheting over her. He moved her to where she needed to go. Gripped her hips and brought her up on all fours.

They didn’t use words.

Theirs were the language of lust and desire.

Of moans, hardness, dampness, and of primal longing that needs to be satiated.

"Come with me, Lily Walter"

More than a simple command.

This was about them. Intoxicated or not, this was them. With him. She was holding on, waiting for his permission, but she didn’t want to reach her peak until she felt him breach the point of no return. And from his face, contorted and fiercely handsome, he was close.

Rhye's grip tightened, his thrusts frenzied and wild. He let out a sound of passion, and she melted with him. Turned into the hunger that flowed from them both, free, consisting of nothing but amusement, pleasure, and warmth.

She was the first to collapse, rolling on her side to give him room. He joined her, his chest rising and falling in time with her own. She lifted her head until he was perfectly aligned with his chest, smiling as the thunder rippled through her. Then she fell asleep, oblivious to what happened next.