He curled his fingers, stroking deliberately.“Tell me you want this,” he demanded.
Larissa’s brow furrowed, conflict evident on her face even as her hips rocked against his hand.“It’s…complicated,” she managed.
Malcolm leaned closer, inhaling her scent.His wolf stirred restlessly, craving more.“Nothing complicated about it,” he murmured.“Just two alphas finally giving in.”
He watched her closely, noting every microexpression.The slight furrow between her brows as she wrestled with her control.The way her pulse fluttered visibly at the base of her throat.
He probed his fingers deeper, searching.He knew he’d found the right spot when Larissa’s breath caught, her inner muscles clenching around him.
“There?”he asked with a knowing smirk.
Larissa’s eyes snapped open, narrowing at his smug tone.“Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” she bit out.
But Malcolm saw the struggle in her gaze—the battle between her mind’s orders and her body’s primal desires.An answering conflict existed within himself.They’d been rivals for so long.This shift in dynamic was exhilarating…and terrifying.
He brushed his thumb over her sensitive flesh as his fingers continued their sensual assault.Larissa’s hips began to move in a slow, sinuous rhythm against his face.Her usual cool composure was completely shattered, replaced by raw, uninhibited passion.
Pride surged through Malcolm—he’d reduced his brilliant rival to this writhing, moaning state.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her sensitive flesh.“Let go for me.”
CHAPTER 18
LARISSA GRIPPED THE EDGEof the kitchen table, knuckles white, and she gasped as Malcolm’s tongue traced teasing circles around her clit.
When had their argument devolved into…this?
As his mouth continued its maddening attention, Malcolm slid his strong fingers across her wet heat, probing, searching.
She bit back a moan as he slipped two thick digits inside her.
“We shouldn’t—” she breathed out, her usual sharp wit deserting her.
“Shhh,” he murmured against her flesh.“For once in your life, stop overthinking.”His fingers curled, stroking her inner walls as if mapping uncharted territory.Larissa’s hips bucked involuntarily.
“Damn you,” she hissed even as pleasure coursed through her.This was Malcolm—her rival, her nemesis.She shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t crave his touch.And yet…
His rumbling chuckle vibrated against her core.“Still trying to be in control?Let go.”
His fingers pressed deeper, seeking that elusive spot that would make her come undone.Larissa’s breath caught as he found it.
“I hate you,” she gasped, not sure if she meant it.
Malcolm’s only response was to redouble his efforts, fingers and tongue working in tandem.Larissa dug her nails into his broad shoulders as she fought to maintain some semblance of dignity.
But with each stroke, each lick, her walls crumbled.And she teetered on the edge, all strategy forgotten in the face of raw, primal need.
Her breath hitched as the pressure within her intensified, a coiling tension that threatened to snap at any moment.Her usual calculated composure was rapidly unraveling under Malcolm’s relentless assault.
“What are you doing to me?”she panted, her voice husky with need.
He lifted his head briefly, his dark eyes gleaming with lust and triumph.“Winning,” he said before lowering his mouth once more.
Larissa wanted to remind him this wasn’t a competition, but coherent thought fled as Malcolm’s lips closed around her sensitive bud.He sucked hard, rolling her clit with his tongue in a way that made her see stars.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, her hips grinding against his face of their own accord.
Malcolm’s low chuckle reverberated through her core.“Such language from our refined tactician,” he teased, his words muffled against her flesh.
