Devlin Dynasty 2: Fall Fury (7 page)

She closed her eyes and let out a cry of delight when his tongue lapped over herswollen slit. His growls of pleasure only heightened the sensations spiralingthrough her. She reached for him, twining her fingers into his hair, not wantinghim to move from that delicious spot he covered with his long, hot tongue.

He swept over her flesh, alternatively licking and lightly nibbling, then coveredher throbbing clit with his mouth and sucked. That was all it took. The buildup tothe crescendo that had threatened to crash down over her came now in full force

with the gentle suction of his lips over her clit.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes, like that! Oh,
 
mon dieu
, Max, I’m coming!”

She grasped the wrought-iron headboard behind her and shrieked. Her orgasmcame in a torrent that sent the wind lashing through the room, the rain flowingsideways as she cried out her climax, her fluids drenching him more than thesudden storm. Her hips continued to rise and fall with the sensations coursingthrough her, and she fought for breath as she rode out the pleasure.

But before she had a chance to still the rapid beating of her heart, he flipped herover onto all fours, licking his way down her back.

And lower.

He moistened her anus with his fabulous tongue, and sparks of renewed desireshot through her. Oh, God, what was he doing to her? No one had ever touchedher there, and definitely hadn’t licked her there. The sensation was overpowering,so incredibly erotic she almost came again.

He moved against her, his cock slipping between her buttocks and rubbing thesensitive rosette.

She knew then what she wanted.

God help her, she wanted it, too. This
 
was
 
just a dream, right?

With a light nip of his teeth against her shoulder, he eased himself between thetight muscles of her anus, slipping gently inside her.

His cock was huge, filling her, expanding within her heated passage.

Pleasure like she’d never experienced before arced through her. Max clenched herhips and drove harder, embedding his cock fully inside her small channel.

She cried out at the exquisitely painful pleasure, moving her ass against him totell him she wanted more.

He gave her more. Harder, deeper, until she was whimpering and completely outof control.

Reaching between her legs, she caressed her engorged clit, rubbing in franticcircles in time to his repeated thrusts.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice hard, gritty and turning her on more than she thought possible. “You wanted to be a little naughty. You need a man who will tap into your darkest desires, Shannon. Tell me this is what you want.”

“Yes,” she cried, hating to admit he was right, but knowing he gave her exactly

what she needed. “Harder!”

He complied eagerly, and she wished she could watch his face, wondering if hefelt the same way she did.

Completely overwhelmed, and nearing the edge of reason.

“Fuck my ass, Max,” she groaned, slipping two of her fingers into her drenched pussy, feeling the muscles of her vagina surround them. She felt his cock moving in and out of her ass, and fucked herself harder, faster, until blinding light and

unbearable sensations caused her to shut her eyes tight.

She came in a torrent, screaming out his name and driving her fingers deeper intoher spasming cunt. Max tensed, then howled as his seed filled her.

But it didn’t end. She kept coming, bucking back to meet his renewed thrusts untilher limbs would no longer support her.

Max kissed her back, her neck, licking and biting her lightly. She dropped to thebed, unable to move. A languid laziness came over her, and she relaxedcompletely.

Then a shrill scream resounded.

Shannon blinked her eyes open. The room was completely dry. The alarm clockbuzzed in loud staccato bursts. Realizing she still had a death grip on the ironheadboard, she released her hold, leaned over and shut off the alarm.

Dawn filtered through the partially opened drapes of her window.

The covers had been pushed to the end of the bed, and she was drenched in sweat. Her pussy still throbbed with the pleasurable aftereffects of her orgasms. At leastthat part had been real.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, taking a quick glance around the room as if she fully

expected to see Max, or a wolf, or some combination of both, crouched in a

corner.

He wasn’t there. Of course he wasn’t there, because she had been dreaming.

A dream that had culminated in two blindsiding orgasms that still had her legstrembling and her pulse racing.

“Wow.” She couldn’t help the words of wonder that spilled from her lips. Never had a dream felt so real. Never had her orgasms felt so amazing. If that had been a dream, she wanted one like that every night. She rested her elbows on her knees and dropped her chin into her hands, pondering whether she’d actually be able to get out of bed.

No choice there. She had to get up and go to work.

After she showered and dressed, she went in search of coffee, desperate for theclarity the caffeine could provide. Entering the kitchen, she found Kaitlyn alreadydressed. Her sister poured a steaming cup and handed it to her, then grinned.

“I’d ask if it was good for you, but from what I heard it was.”

If it was anyone but Kaitlyn, she’d blush from the roots of her hair to the tips ofher toes. But she shared everything with her sister. “I had what could only bedescribed as a seriously hot wet dream.”

“Obviously. Because I’ve never known the sound of the alarm clock to make you

howl with pleasure,” Kaitlyn said with a wink. “Care to share?”

“It was weird,” she said, savoring the crisp flavor of the strong brew.

“All dreams are weird. This one must have been one helluva humdinger.”

“I’ll say. Remember that wolf I told you I saw last night?”

“Uh huh.”

“It was in my bedroom, on my bed.”

Kaitlyn arched a raven brow. “You had sex with a wolf in your dream?”

“No, silly. Well, sort of. Not really, though.”

“Oh, this should be good,” Kaitlyn said, pulling a stool up to the breakfast bar and

perching half-on, half-off. “Okay, I’m listening.”

Shannon shrugged, realizing if she mentioned Max as part of her dream, there’dbe no end to the matchmaking. “The wolf took on the form of a man. Kind of halfman, half creature.”

Kaitlyn leaned forward, clearly interested in the word man. “Anyone we know?”

“No.”

“Was he hot?”

“Hell yes, he was hot. Hot and half wolf. Powerful, damn talented too, if you

know what I mean.”

“I know exactly what you mean. See? I’ve always told you that you watch too

many horror films. Too much sex and violence.”

Shannon laughed. “It wasn’t like that. The wolf was really just a sexy man. Witha very long tongue.”

Kaitlyn’s eyes widened. “Wish I had dreams like that.”

Shannon wished she had them more often. Every night would be good. She feltmore at ease this morning than she had in months. Nothing like a good orgasm tostart the day right.

Now if only she could manage to look Max Devlin in the eye when she saw himthis morning, without thinking of him as part wolf.

But ooh la la, that tongue! She doubted that visual would ever leave her mind.

Which meant facing Max was going to take some fortitude on her part. For morereasons than one.

Chapter Four

Something about Max Devlin bothered the hell out of Shannon.

Okay, maybe more than one thing.

Not only was he arrogant, evidenced by the fact they’d been arguing for two daysabout the public relations plan. But there were other annoyances, too.

Like how he stood too close to her, invading her personal space, making herfeel…

Feel what? Uncomfortable? Kind of, but not really in a
 
get the hell away from me
kind of way. More in a
 
damn you for making me notice you
 
kind of way. And theway her body more than responded to being near him didn’t help at all. What waswrong with her anyway?

The absolute last thing she wanted or needed was an attraction to anothercorporate go-getter, someone climbing his way to the top. The last man she’dbeen involved with had used her as a rung on his ladder to success. Good thingher heart hadn’t been involved at the time, and maybe that should have been aclear indicator that something was amiss. But she hadn’t recognized the signs,hadn’t noticed how he was more interested in her family and their position in thebusiness world than he was in her.

Well, after that disaster it wasn’t going to happen again. Men were good for one-time fucking, occasional social dates, only when absolutely necessary, and thatwas it.

She didn’t want to have dreams about them, didn’t want her body to respond tothem, and sure as hell didn’t want to be thinking nonstop about them.

No, not
 
them
. Him. Max. He was the only one occupying her mind the pastcouple days.

Like right now, as he leaned back in a chair in the small conference room, her

public relations program in one hand, a red pen in the other. Slash mark after slash mark bled all over the pages. So deep in concentration, he didn’t even notice her pacing a hole in the rug behind him, stopping every few minutes to heave a disgusted sigh as she looked over his shoulder and watched him massacring her work.

“Couple more hours and I think we’ll have the national and international program

ready to go.”

“Uh huh.” She stood directly behind him, wondering if her small hands would fit

around his thick neck. Probably not. Too bad.

“You’ll like these ideas. Trust me.”

“Uh huh.” She didn’t even want to read them, in fact after days of work, her first intent would be to toss his ideas right in the circular file near her desk. This was her campaign, dammit, and they were going to run it her way, no matter what Max Devlin thought.

She wondered if there was a good voodoo-curse store around the corner? Nothinglife-threatening, of course. Some genital warts would be nice sprouting up on Max’s dick.

He whirled around in the chair and she took a quick step back. Pinning her withhis gaze, he smiled and said, “And I owe you an apology.”

“Huh?”

“An apology.” Waving the binder in front of her, he said, “I underestimated your talent. Your statewide public relations blitz is really good. You have a keen eye for what will capture the public’s attention.”

Okay, maybe just crabs, then…not warts. “Thank you.”

So she’d take a look at his notes, and then she’d throw them in the trash. She tookthe binder and sat across the oval table from him, pouring through his comments. Occasionally she’d look up to find him staring at her, but she ignored him,concentrating instead on what was obviously sheer brilliance.

Okay, so he knew public relations. More than knew it. Especially nationwide

programs, not to mention international. In a few hours of scribbles he’d outlined what would, essentially, catapult The Rising Storm into one of the top hotel/casino chains in the nation.

No wonder Lissa thought so highly of him, and why Logan had agreed to bringhim down here to work with her.

She had to admit defeat on this one. He knew way more than she did, at leastabout running their PR program outside the state. “This is fantastic.”

He grinned, and her heart slammed against her ribs. “You think so? Great. Do youthink it’s doable in the time parameters I outlined?”

“Maybe. Might need a little tweaking, but definitely close to the deadline dates.”

“Good. And now that I look at your statewide plan, I think you’re right. We can

start the blitz statewide, then in the next quarter take it nationally.”

He agreed with her? Damn, she should have played the lottery today. So maybehe wasn’t the big bad wolf. She stood, figuring she’d better get back to her office. Max rose and skirted the table, stopping in front of her.

Lord, he smelled good. Like fresh sunshine and the crisp, warm outdoors in thesummer. She didn’t want to stare at the pulse throbbing in his neck, or wonder ifhis skin would taste salty if she licked there.

He cleared his throat and she tilted her head back, meeting his gaze. The yellowflecks seemed to dance through his eyes, like spots of sun filtering a greenmeadow.

Whenever she stood close to him, her magic churned within her, like it wanted toerupt all around them. She fought hard to keep it contained.

“Your eyes change colors sometimes,” he said, tucking one of her errant hairs behind her ear. “The blue clouds over, grows darker, like a squall is brewing.”

Oh, it was brewing all right. She shuddered at the brush of his fingers against herear, wondering what he’d do if she let loose her powers and showed him what shewas capable of. Probably run screaming from the room. Wouldn’t that be aninteresting sight? Max Devlin running for his life.