Page 17 of The Game

And I was staring way too hard.

I dropped my gaze to my lap, my cheeks heating.

Malachi’s hand left the gear stick to entwine our fingers together. “Eyes stay on me.”

I swallowed and obeyed.

“Better.” His lips curved. “If I had the choice, I’d do nothing but watch you, angel. But I’ll get us home safely first.”

“Where do you live?”

“Fucking hell, your voice is magic. I have a house in Greenfield.”

“I have an apartment in the city, by the river.”

His thumb brushed over my knuckles. “You can show me it tomorrow. I’ll take you there to get your things.”

At my pause, he hustled to continue, “I mean, if you want to stay in my house. I can come to yours so we can be there together. I’m happy either way.”

I was as well. Now we were out of the basement, and I was no longer in danger from the pack, my reliance on him could have shifted. But it didn’t. If anything, my need intensified.

“We can’t be apart for more than two hours,” I repeated what Shade had told me. “I mean, not that I want to be.”

“All I want is to be with you.”

I exhaled in relief. “Same. It’s so strange. I’m a surgeon, by the way.”

His smile morphed into a wolfish grin that sent a flurry of need through me. “Nothing strange about it. I’m a fighter. Mixed martial arts. The surgeon and the MMA fighter. We were meant for each other. I knew it the second I saw you in the warehouse and the certainty only got stronger. Fucking dying to be inside you again.”

A thrill chased through my veins.

“In fact…” Malachi peered in the rearview mirror then abruptly turned off the road, onto a gravel track. Killing the engine, he turned to me. “Let me taste you. Please, angel. If I don’t get my mouth on you I might die.”

My laugh mixed with a breathy moan.

In a flash, he undid our seat belts and drove his fingers under my backside to arrange me better. I slid against the doorframe and let him spread my legs, a little embarrassed but desperately in need of what he’d asked. I’d never felt anything like this. In the space of one evening, I’d changed completely into a needy sexual being. Only for him.

In the darkness of the car, he pulled my legs over his shoulders and kissed my knee then a line up my inner thigh.

“Mine.”

He kissed me right on my clit. With his lips, he parted me for his tongue and slid it down me to thrust inside in a decadently hot move that had me squirming.

“Your fucking taste… Both of us combined. Angel…”

He licked into me again, spearing me with his hot tongue. His hands hooked around my thighs so he could pick me up and better meet me with his mouth. God, how he devoured me. With the improved angle, he thrust into me again, then flicked the tip of his tongue against my G-spot.

I moaned into the quiet of the car.

“More of that. I need to hear you.”

He sucked my clit and adjusted his grip to free one hand. His thick fingers squeezed my flesh then glided over the slippery mess he was making of me. Two thrust inside. I yelped in pleasure. He crooked them, and I bucked at the shock of lust. Malachi toyed with me until I was panting.

“Come for me, Emmeline. Give me this so I can get us home without losing my mind.”

It took so little for me to award him what he wanted. It was like he was tuned in to my brain. He anticipated every burst of need and doubled down on his finger thrusts. A third added took me right to the limits of what I could control. He sucked me. He played and gave me no space for anything but receiving him.

I came with a whimper in a dazzling and brilliant orgasm.

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