Free Wolf in Plain Sight by Delilah Devlin Page A

around her arm, pulled her to a dark, shadowed corner of the room, and pushed her against the wall.
    Her expression wasn’t gloating—it was tight, flushed. She wanted this as badly as he did. He dug beneath the hem of her cropped top until his fingers spread out, cupping the mound of her breast—the one he’d painted with her blood.
    Her nipple hardened, and Pia leaned into his hand, encouraging him to strengthen his grip.
    He squeezed the little globe and plucked the velvety nipple with his fingers.
    Pia opened her legs and slipped her hands inside the back pockets of his pants to pull his hips between hers.
    Max couldn’t help but rub his erection against her. With one hand, he sought the juncture of her thighs. This time no scrap of silk covered her sex—she was naked.
    “See?” she whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
    Her sex was hot—so wet, moisture trickled down his fingers as he delved between her lips. “For all I know, you’ve been fucking your way through dinner tonight.”
    She flinched, but quickly relaxed her expression and offered him a sly smile. “Jealous? I promise the only cum you’ll find inside me will be yours.”
    He fingered her folds, sliding back and forth in her juices. “You want this? You want to do this here?”
    Her hips danced on his fingers. “Yes,” she moaned. “ Now .”
    He groaned and then remembered what was in his other hand. Although, his body was so hard he could break bricks, he went cold at his core. He trailed the tip of stake up the inside of her thigh.
    Her eyes widened with alarm.
    “Don’t you trust me?”
    She swallowed hard, her gaze locked with his. “If you tell me you won’t kill me now, then yes.”
    He pressed the blunt end about an inch into her pussy. “Don’t worry about splinters,” he whispered. “I sanded it myself. It’ll slide in smooth as satin.”
    Her eyes widened, but her body shivered and gushed its approval. Her mouth trembled, and Max noted a battle seemed to be fought behind her brown eyes—she didn’t want to want this, and she was frightened.
    Good. He lifted one eyebrow—a challenge. “Tell me what you want.”
    “Kiss me,” she said, her eyes glistening with tears, “and then fuck me with that stake. Satisfy your need to drive it into me, Max.”
    Growling, Max leaned down and kissed her, sliding his mouth over hers, drinking her moans. His tongue licked her lips and slipped between, touching the tips of her fangs then sliding deeper to stroke her tongue.
    Opening her legs wider, Pia lifted a leg to hook over his thigh. “Do it,” she whispered.
    With both hands between her legs now, he spread her lips wide and pushed the stake gently inside her, his thumb flicking her clitoris. Her moans deepened against his mouth, and he made his kiss rougher, harder, until he drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked.
    He’d thought he had control—a dispassionate distance from which he could love her body and steal her pride. But his hands shook with his own raging desire.
    Her body writhed against him as he pushed the wooden stake deeper and began stroking her vagina with short, pulsing glides. Pia’s hands shook as she sought the belt at his waist and unbuckled it, found the snap at the top of his pants and lowered his zipper. Then her strong, hot hands were wrapped around his cock.
    Max forgot where he was, forgot there were people all around them. The woman groaning against his lips and fisting his cock was his whole world. He growled and stroked his penis between her hands.
    “Bastard! Tell me you’re not fucking her with a goddamn stake!”
    Max jerked at the deadly sound of Joe’s voice. He lifted his mouth from Pia’s and stared down at her. Slowly, he slid the stake from her. His body shook with unspent desire and rage at his partner’s interruption. But in the back of his mind there was also a healthy dose of shame for himself.
    He slipped the stake into his pocket, while Pia lowered her leg and