The Eye of the Wolf (21 page)

“Mikayla.” Will’s voice was soft; he practically
whispered her name as he lifted the lantern from her hand and set it carefully
on the table next to the door. His ran his hands softly up her bare arms,
raising goose-bumps, creating a tingle that shivered through her entire body.

His voice washed over her like a gentle wave heating
her inside and out as she shivered beneath his caresses. His fingers entwined
in her hair and pulled the haphazard pins loose, allowing her curls to fall in
a cascade down her back. His fingers streaked up her back to cup her neck. He
pulled her closer until they were within a breath of one another.

Mikayla’s blood pounded in her ears, loud as
thunder. Her breath shortened into small gasps when Will cupped her neck in one
hand and wrapped his free arm around her, molding his body to fit hers.

“Will, I…I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Mikayla’s breath caught in her throat, escaping with difficulty. Her eyes
rolled heavenward as he gently rubbed the base of her neck, releasing the
tension that resided there permanently. She felt like she was floating,
floating above herself, watching him move closer. Her eyes felt heavy so she
allowed her lids to drop down, just for a moment. It wouldn’t hurt to enjoy
being touched just for a moment.

“Why, Mikayla?” The question was simple. So much
behind the question stirred in the air like the wind from the storm, stirring
the candles into a dance. Will kept his eyes on her face, watching the emotions
play across it, soft in the candlelight. He could see her nerves jumping
beneath her skin and felt her pulse beneath his thumb as it ran across the
silky skin on her neck. It leapt at his touch and seemed to burn his hand where
it touched her.

He had expected Mikayla’s body to be soft. He had
expected her to be fragile. He hadn’t expected her to fit perfectly against him
as if she had been made for him. He hadn’t expected a stab of desire to wash
away all other senses once he was close enough to breathe in her essence.

Will rained soft, feather-light kisses over her
face, inhaling the faintest wisp of vanilla. Tracing her cheekbones and jawline
in those same feather-light kisses he heard her sharp intake of breath and
watched her wary eyes go dark with sudden desire. She sucked in a sharp breath
and moaned, a faint sound that warmed him. All other emotions, fear, curiosity,
and confusion, were wiped away into a sea of need that he hadn’t expected to
see. He hadn’t expected her to need as much as he even though he had wanted her
to. He hadn’t expected it and it unnerved him.

Mikayla’s arms wound around his body, snaking around
his waist and gripping his shoulder, pulling him closer. Sensations that were
new, exciting, thrilling wove through her body, filling her and leaving her
hungry for more. The tension that had been building was tight in her stomach
and her body ached with a need she had never experienced before. This was a new
need, something she hadn’t known could exist. It was frightening and exciting.
She knew nothing good could come of this, wherever it might lead. She knew she
had to push him away and refuse herself the things she most wanted, but she
wasn’t strong enough. She wanted to feel the heat that was there in his arms.
She wanted to feel those emotions, those passions he could ignite within her.
She wanted to be alive, someone other than she normally was. Her head fell back
in surrender as his hands wove through her hair and he traced kisses down her
neck.

Will watched her eyes grow dark with hidden
mysteries and felt that well of need surge to the top. Before he could stop
himself, he pulled her into a kiss that left them both bruised, fierce,
demanding, damning them both for all of eternity, lifting her onto her toes and
pressed against her. Drowning in her. It seemed as if nothing else existed
except for her. There was no storm outside, only the storm that raged within
him.  A need to conquer the wall that separated them and to be with her. A
need to forget the world that separated them just as surely as the protective
wall she had built around her. He knew he had to have her, even if it was just
for one storm tossed night before the world returned to as it had been before.

Her taste was sweet and soft. Her body melted into
his own. He drowned in kisses that became longer, deeper, more intense with
each passing moment. She came alive beneath his hands as they roamed, touching,
exploring, enjoying.

Her lips parted, allowing their tongues to touch in
the dance, the most erotic of moments. He felt her start to pull away, start to
move away from that moment when two souls collide. Before she could slip from
his grasp, he deepened the kiss, clinging to what was there, what he needed
more than anything. He wasn’t going to let her get away; there was too much
warring within them to allow it. He murmured her name, nipping at her bottom
lip, driving her mad, blinding them both until nothing existed except desire.

Swinging her into his arms, Will climbed the stairs
as she wound her fingers through his wet hair, pulling him into mystifying
kisses that melted his brain and made him forget who he was. She made small
sounds of pleasure that echoed in his head, begging him for more. Heat flowing
through her into him, making him want like he had never wanted before. Leaving
him blind except to the heat, her and his own desire.

At the top of the stairs, he set her on her feet,
pulling her against him until they were close enough to be one. He wrapped her
hair in his hand and yanked her head back, leaving stars dancing in front of
her eyes. When she would have groaned in pain, she merely gasped with delight.
His mouth ran over her neck, leaving a searing trail that traveled the length
of her body, heating every part of her that had ever denied it could feel. Her
nerves sang and danced, begging for more.

He hadn’t come here for this, he told himself. He
hadn’t come to touch her. He had promised himself he would keep his hands to
himself, but he knew he was lying to himself. He had come for her, not being
able to deny what he knew existed. Not being able to deny what he wanted more
than anything else in this world.

His hands streaked over her body, cupping her small
breasts that fit perfectly in the palm of his hands. Her deep purr was enough
to have him dragging the simple cotton t-shirt over her head, revealing
glorious skin that glowed like the finest silk in the flickering candlelight of
the hall. His lips cruised from her face to her neck, nestling in that spot
between neck and collarbone where arousal was fused.

Her mind was dark with demanding thoughts, all
thoughts focused on what he was doing to her system. A system that demanded
more and promised to leave her senseless. His hands were greedy and only pushed
her to want more, to cease denying herself those dark pleasures that all others
enjoyed. There was more here than she had ever imagined could exist, had ever
known could exist.

Will trailed his tongue over her shoulder and down
the gentle curve of her breasts, covered in delicate, white lace, not simple
nor practical, a contradiction to the simple utilitarian tee shirt and jeans.
Delighted, his ran his hands over the gentle slopes and circled her nipples
with his thumbs. She arched beneath his touch. Her skin was hot beneath his
hands. He followed the curve of her shoulder, sliding the lacey strap down her
shoulder, leaving her bare. “My practical Mikayla,… not so practical after
all.” He murmured as he slid hands and mouth over her skin.

She giggled slightly and tugged impatiently at his
clothes, unbuttoning his shirt with damning slowness. So slow that his nerves
fizzled and he thought he would curse her before her fingers finally streaked
over his bare chest as his shirt fell from his wrists to the floor beneath him.
She wrapped arms and legs around him as he picked her up. Her mouth, hot and
greedy, fused with his as he carried her to the bedroom that glimmered with
waving candlelight.

Lightning and thunder flashed outside, rattling the
windows, Mikayla was blind and deaf to everything except the feel of him as he
lowered his weight onto her. The satin spread dipped beneath their weight but
it was nothing and he was everything. There might have been more here than she
was prepared to feel, but it was too late to turn around and move away. It had
been too late the day he walked into the Hall of Records and looked into her
eyes.

Mikayla gasped out his name as his hands and lips
and tongue streaked across her body, suckling and laving at her breasts,
intense pleasure causing her to arch beneath his hands. He tugged away her
jeans and was thrilled again to find a swatch of satin and lace covering her.
His mouth cruised over her flat belly, fire sparking between them.

Mikayla grasped his bare shoulders, digging her
nails into the toughened skin. “Will, please!” She whimpered. She needed
release; she felt she might explode if she didn’t have release. It was like
nothing she had ever imagined before, and she knew she would never feel it
again.

Her words echoed through his head, driving him to
near madness as he ripped the swatch of satin away from her skin and cupped
her. Heat and wetness drove him desperately. She moved beneath his hand,
writhing with pleasure and need. Roughened palms aroused her like she hadn’t
known she could be. She moved and begged. Pleaded for more.

Mikayla tugged at his remaining clothes until he
obliged. Bare, his weight pinning her to the mattress, her hands were greedy as
they streaked over his skin, taking in every muscle, taking in every new
sensation. A storm raged within her, begging for lightning to streak across her
skin. He groaned when her hand wrapped around him, bringing him new and
unexpected pleasures.

He moved his hands and mouth over her, felt her
moving beneath him as he brought her to climax. His own need hard against her
silky skin. He drowned her moans with his own as her clever hands stroked over,
trailing molten lava across him and where her nails dug in, he only felt
pleasure.

Her hands fisted tight, gripping his shoulders until
she drew blood. She cried out as the orgasm rocked her, leaving her breathless
and mindless.

Her eyes were open but blind. She saw nothing except
the deep gray of the sea in Will’s as he closed his mouth over hers, wrapping
her again in the frenzy of a kiss that demanded more with each passing moment.
Instead of weak from the orgasm, she felt strong, liberated and returned the
demand with her own. She rolled over him until she straddled him. With the look
of a witch and lightning flashing in the darkness behind her, she drew him in,
wrapping him in the heat, hot and wet.

His hands cruised over her skin, gripping firm
buttocks and fondling breasts as she began to move over him. His mind was blank;
he was lost in a world where she ruled and he was helpless. She was a witch
whom had cast her spell over him, making him her servant even when he knew he
had control. He had never known heat as smothering as what was there now. He
had never believed anyone could bring him to the point of surrender as she did
now.

She moved above him, lost in the feel. Lost in the
glorious tension that filled her and the vibrations that trembled along her
skin as his hands bruised in greedy grasps. He moving with her, she driving the
pace, forcing them both to that glorious conclusion that had brought down
civilizations throughout history.

The orgasm racked her system, leaving her
defenseless and stunned. Her breathing hitched and her mind wondered how it was
possible people survived when loving was such madness filled with such
intensity.

Will reveled in the sight of her head thrown back as
the orgasm shook her to trembling beneath his hands. He thought briefly before
his mind went blank again that he had never seen anything more beautiful than a
woman steeped in her own desire. A fresh wave of longing swept over him, his
hands gripping her hips as they began to move again.

Mikayla leaned over him, her eyes dark, hands fisted
in his hands next to his head as they moved. The pace fast, demanding, like
that of a Thoroughbred. Her lips locked on his, drowning him as need and heat
wrapped around him, taking them into another world where nothing else existed
except that moment.

He plunged hard into her, deep and dark, demanding.
They moved in a dance, the tempo the beat of their hearts and the hard fist of
need in them both. Dark and wild, ozone scented the air; wind whirled around
them, tossing her hair in a mad dance in the night. As she reached the peak,
she arched back and cried out his name, a sob ripped from within, begging for
him, begging for that oblivion on the other side of the cliff she danced along.

As she slipped over the edge of the precipice, he
clutched her hands and allowed himself to be pulled over with her. Allowed
himself to get lost in a world beyond comprehension as vision blurred and
hearing dimmed. With one last moan, he emptied himself into her as the world
flashed bright around them and then dimmed into nothingness.

Mikayla trailed a finger through his hair, which
glistened with sweat and rain in the candlelight. She traced patterns in his
sweat and felt him smile into her hair. Her weight pinned him to the mattress,
but it was pleasing to know he was there, his arms wrapped around her.
Protective but loving. She kissed his shoulder, tasting his skin as he had done
to her. His groan made her giggle.

Will opened his eyes. He looked up into her face and
struggled to resist the grin that was on her face. Her fingers pushed his hair
from his face and cupped his cheek. She pulled him into a long, lazy kiss that
would have killed him if he hadn’t already been dead. He sighed and nestled her
head against his shoulder and held her there, comfortable to hold her. In the
distance, the storm thundered far out to sea.