Page 9 of Elite Metal: Warriors

Maybe he didn’t dare allow her to pleasure him too much.

His fingers tightened. “Lie back,” he said, but he didn’t pull her away. As though he couldn’t bear to. She released him with a plop and glanced at his face.

Ah. That expression. She wanted a photo of him like that. Something to hold on to and ogle every day for the rest of her life. He was gorgeous. Tight and racked with need. Gazing down at her with a feral hunger.

“Lie back.” Harsher, with almost a desperate tinge.

She smiled, something snarky, like a smirk. And did. Anticipating…

But he didn’t climb on top of her. Didn’t wrench her legs apart and shove himself inside as she craved. Instead, he knelt before her and took her knees, yanking her to the edge of the bed. Before she realized what he had in mind, he had her legs over his shoulders and had buried his face between her legs and God—

He lapped.

He lapped and licked and explored her in a leisurely fashion, murmuring and moaning when he found her arousal. He slid a finger into her waiting body and she clenched. He yanked it out and shoved in two, as though the first had been but a probe.

The second was nothing of the sort. He played her, stroking her, inside and out, rubbing her into a frenzy of passion. She knew she was not long for this world. Resistance was futile.

Indeed, when he filled her again, he found that spot deep within where her nerves hummed and screamed, and she collapsed in on herself as bliss flooded her. She bit her lip to hold back her cries, but her body spoke for her, shuddering and twitching and clenching in spasm after spasm of absolute freaking rapture.

She hadn’t even finished when he pulled out and mounted her. He still had her ankles over his shoulders, so when he rose, he held on to her calves and lifted her and sank the fuck home.

Oh, she’d thought she’d felt rapture before? That was nothing—nothing—compared to this. His cock was hard and demanding. No foreplay, just snarling heat as he pounded in and out in a manic, mind-bending rhythm. Heat rose within her, coiled into a tight knot at her core. Pressure mounted as he slammed into her again and again, gritting his teeth and clenching her leg and working his hips like a pile driver.

He hit her and hit her deep. Hard. Right where it counted. Again and again.

Her breath seized. Her heart thudded. Her body wailed.

Another wave of ecstasy crested. He snarled an invective as she closed around him. He held still until he could move again and then, when he did, it was with a crazed frenzy. His thrusts became faster. His lunges deeper. His movements erratic. Bestial.

He sealed their bodies together, mashing his pubic bone against her. Grinding against her clit in a way that set her off again. His cock swelled inside her. Jerked. His features clenched and he gave a heartfelt groan that shook the room. And then he released her, body and soul. He released her and collapsed at her side.

It had been fast and furious. And without a doubt, the best fuck she’d ever had.

As he pulled her into his arms and kissed her brow, she closed her eyes and memorized this moment. Just one night, she’d promised herself. Just one fuck.

It was over now, and all she had left was this memory.

Chapter Three

Sterling lay on the bed, holding Candy in his arms, struggling for purchase. Christ Almighty. That had been amazing. He’d known it would be, but he had never expected that.

Their mating had been wild, untamed and feral. A fast-and-vicious crazed ride. He’d never lost control like that with a woman. Never. He’d intended to seduce her slowly, to toy with her and bring her to the edge with exquisite precision, to get her hot and panting and begging for it. Mindless and forgetful of her true purpose.

But he was the one who’d been swept away.

He’d been on her and in her and skating the edge of release in minutes.

Surely he had more self-control than that.

He chalked it up to the fact that she’d come at him just as passionately, just as frenzied. And her passion had incited insanity. Had tripped the urge to bury himself deep and hard in a relentless surge.

Sucking in a deep breath, he caressed her arm and then drew his palm over her waist and hip. He loved the way she smelled, soaked in sweat and cream. He loved the way she felt, pulled close and spooned against the curve of his body.

He hoped to hell she wasn’t what he suspected, because it would be a damn shame to find out she was the enemy. It would be a damn shame to never hold her like this again.

Because if she was investigating the team, the consequences would be harsh for her.

And, consequently, for him.