Unleash the Night (Dark-Hunter #9)(12)
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

So this was what it was like to touch a woman…

He ground his teeth as he brushed his hand over her mons. Not even his dreams could compare to the reality. His hunger overwhelming him, he sank two fingers inside her and watched as she shuddered in response.

She was more than ready for him.

But he didn’t want to take her like a human male. He wanted to claim her like the animal that he was. Tigers played with their mates…

Marguerite whimpered as Wren withdrew from her. "What are you doing?" she asked as he picked her up.

"I’m making love to you, Maggie," he breathed in her ear as he pulled her back to his front.

Marguerite wasn’t sure what he was doing as he lay back on the floor with her on top of him. It was so strange to be lying fully against his nak*d body like this. She could feel his chest against her shoulders. His thighs behind her bu**ocks as he hooked his ankles with hers and spread her legs wide.

"Wren…" Her words ended in a small cry as he entered her from behind. She hissed at the width and depth of him finally inside her. He was a large man who filled her completely.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder as he began to slowly thrust himself deeper into her body. She’d never felt more exposed in her life. And yet it was wildly erotic.

He cupped her br**sts as he continued to thrust himself into her over and over again with a feverish rhythm that tore her apart with pleasure.

He took her hand into his, then led it down to her spread thighs so that she could feel them joined.

"Touch me, Maggie," he growled. "I want you to feel me take you."

How could she not? He was so hard and thick inside her. So powerful.

He left her hand on him and moved his up so that he could stroke her in time to his thrusts.

Marguerite’s head spun as pleasure pounded through her. This was the most incredible moment of her life. It didn’t feel like just a physical act, she felt connected somehow with Wren. Like she was giving him something he couldn’t get from anyone else. It didn’t make sense, but that was what she felt with him.

Wren couldn’t breathe as he felt her sleek, hot wetness surrounding him. All he wanted was to be inside his Maggie. To hear her scream out in ultimate pleasure and know that he was the one who gave it to her. He moved faster, grinding himself against her as he carefully buried his teeth against the back of her neck.

She threw her head back and cried out as she shuddered in his arms.

He laughed in triumph as she came for him. But then his own laughter died as he, too, cli**xed.

He tightened his arms around her as he felt his body shuddering inside hers. He’d never known anything like this.

His head swimming, he lay back against the floor and reveled in her slight weight above him. He wanted to stay inside her forever. But all too soon his body withdrew from hers.

Marguerite slid off him, then turned to face him. "That was incredible."

He smiled up at her, then lifted her hand to his lips so that he could gently suckle her fingers. "I love the way you taste, Maggie."

Her heart pounded.

She watched as he laved her palm.

"I’ve never touched a woman before you," he said, his eyes burning into hers.

"What?"

He sat up to nuzzle her neck. "You heard me, my sweet Maggie. You’re the only woman I’ve ever taken."

Could he be serious? "How could you be a virgin and make love to me like that?"

He smiled at her. "Animal instinct."

She arched a brow, especially as her gaze dropped and she realized he was already hard again. "Wren?"

But he wasn’t listening. He laid her back against the floor and placed his body between her thighs. "Show me how a human male loves his woman, Maggie. I want to know what it’s like to have you under me."

She frowned at his words until he entered her again with a hard thrust that set her on fire. Marguerite sighed in satisfaction as she cupped his bu**ocks in her hands. "How can you be hard again?"

He nibbled her jaw. "I have a lot to make up for."

And in the next few hours, he certainly did.

Wren lay snuggled with Maggie, his heart pounding. The scent of her filled his head, making him want to stay here like this forever. He was spooned up behind her while she napped in his arms. He was tired, too, but to sleep would cause him to shift to his natural beastly form.

The last thing he needed was for her to learn what he was. No doubt she would be terrified to find out she was sleeping with a tigard.

Closing his eyes, he savored the feel of her soft bu**ocks against his loins. Her hair tickled his lips.

For the first time in his adulthood, he almost wished he could mate. But he knew better. He was the last of his line. At least on his mother’s side.

On his father’s…

No self-respecting tiger would ever touch him. He was an abomination to them. It was bad enough to be a hybrid, but to be a white tiger was considered the worst kind of deformity among his people.

He could never belong in the Katagaria world any more than he belonged in the human.

He was alone. There was nothing he could do about it. It was the curse of his breed, and it was one he’d resigned himself to a long time ago.

Sighing, he reluctantly withdrew from the only woman he’d most likely ever know. He paused long enough to kiss her cheek.

It was best to leave her and to never look back. He now knew what he was missing. He’d tasted her once… well, okay, it’d been a lot more than once. But that would be enough. It was time to leave her to her world while he went back to his own.

Marguerite felt the dip in the bed as Wren left her. Opening her eyes, she watched as he bent over to pick up the towel she had dropped this morning in her rush to get to class.

Goodness, he had the best backside she’d ever seen on a man.

"Are you leaving?" she asked.

He straightened up to look at her. "I need to get to work."

She laughed at the thought of a man with his kind of money worried about getting to a minimum-wage job on time. "Why don’t you call in sick?"

"If I’m not there on time, Tony won’t make his class. It wouldn’t be fair to him."

She felt a strange fluttering in her stomach that Wren cared about a co-worker. None of the men she’d ever known would have considered someone else above their own interests.

Wren returned to the bed to kiss her. Marguerite melted the instant his lips touched hers. She wanted to beg him to stay but refused to be like that. There would be other moments like this when she could spend more time with him.

He slid his hand beneath the sheet to gently stroke her hip. She sighed at the heat of his skin against hers as she deepened their kiss.

Wren pulled back with a growl. "If we keep this up, I won’t leave at all."

"Would that be so bad?"

A veil descended over his face. "Yes, Maggie. It would." He left her so quickly that it brought a chill to her. There was a strange air about him now. One she didn’t understand. It was like he’d closed something off.

"What’s wrong, Wren?"

"Nothing," he said curtly as he left her to go to the bathroom.

Marguerite got up and pulled her bathrobe on before she followed after him.

"Wren?" she asked as she caught him in the shower. "Tell me what’s going on."

His eyes seared hers. "I can’t. Even if I did, you would never believe it."

"Try me."

He shook his head. "Look, Maggie. This afternoon was fun… you were and are incredible. But we can’t keep seeing each other."

"Why not?"

He let out a long, tired breath. "You’re the daughter of a senator."

"You’re the son of a corporate tycoon. People like us date every day."

He laughed bitterly. "No, Maggie. They don’t. I’ve got a lot of shit in my life that you would never understand."

"Like what?"

His eyes turned dark, tormented. He reached one wet hand out to lay it against her cheek. "I wish I were what you deserve. But I can never be that man. In more ways than one."

His gaze filled with regret, he released her and drew the shower curtain closed.

Marguerite stood there, listening to him bathe. Her mind went over everything that had happened to them since the night they met. There for a time this afternoon, especially after he’d cut his hair, she’d thought that they shared something special.

But wishing for something didn’t make it real, and if he wasn’t willing to trust her, there was nothing she could do. She wasn’t the kind of woman to beg for affection.

Still there was something inside her that shriveled at the thought of not seeing him anymore. She barely knew him and yet she…

You know nothing about him. Nothing.

That was true. He really hadn’t shared anything with her. So why was she so attracted to him?

Please don’t tell me I’m becoming one of those women who are attracted to the bad boys. She’d always prided herself on being levelheaded. And yet she’d spent the whole afternoon in bed with a man she barely knew.

Oh, this sucked!

The water shut off an instant before the shower curtain opened. Marguerite couldn’t take her eyes off the sight that he made standing there completely nak*d with the water glistening on his tawny skin.

His gaze burning her, he reached behind her to pull a towel off the bar. She suddenly felt an inexplicable need to rub herself against him.

"I’ll… um, I’ll take a quick shower and drive you back to Sanctuary."

"Thanks."

Marguerite frowned as she noted his bandage had come loose. But what stunned her about it was the fact that the wound was virtually healed.

"Wha-"

He jerked away before she could get a closer look at it.

"Wren?" she asked, walking after him as he left the bathroom. "Let me see your shoulder."

"There’s nothing to see."

"Your wound… it looks healed."

Before he could respond, she grabbed the bandage and pulled at it. He hissed, then growled, but she paid no attention as she stared at the scar that looked like several months had gone by, not just a few days.

She gaped at what couldn’t be real. "How is that possible?"

"I’m a quick healer."

She shook her head. "What are you, Wren?"

He gave her a flippant look. "What do you think I am? A vampire with extraordinary healing powers? A werewolf?"

She rolled her eyes at his sarcasm. "Don’t be ridiculous."

"Exactly. The wound wasn’t so severe and I heal fast, okay? That’s all there is to it."

"You don’t have to be so defensive."

He took a step toward her in a manner so feral that for a second it actually scared her. "It is in my nature to attack when questioned or cornered. That along with many other reasons is why I can’t have a relationship with you or anyone else. I can’t trust myself around you, Maggie. I was born into an extremely violent family, and I honestly don’t know how to deal with the emotions you stir inside me." His eyes pierced her with pain. "I don’t want to hurt you, but if I stay with you, I will. I know it."

She didn’t want to believe that. How could someone so protective ever hurt her? It didn’t make sense.

"Have you ever hit a woman before?"

His hand tightened around the towel he had clutched around his waist as he started to move past her.

"Have you?" she demanded.

A muscle worked in his jaw. "No."

"Then why do you think you’ll hurt me?"

His turquoise eyes were haunted as he looked away from her. "You have no idea what I’m capable of, Maggie. I don’t even know, and honestly, I don’t want to find out. My family has a really bad history with relationships."

She shivered at his words. "How did your parents die?"

"You don’t want me to answer that. Just believe me when I say that I wish things were different. I wish I were different, but I’m not." He leaned down and brushed a light kiss to her cheek. "I just hope I have the strength to stay away from you. For both our sakes."

"And if I don’t want you to?"

The anguished look in his eyes burned her. "Please, Maggie, please don’t ask me for things that I can’t give you."

"Tell me what happened to your parents, Wren."

His eyes burned her with heat. There was so much tormented pain there that when he finally spoke, it surprised her. "They killed each other in a fit of anger. Now do you understand?"

Marguerite was stunned by those words. There for an entire moment, she couldn’t even breathe.

"I have both their tempers and now you know why I can’t be near other people. I don’t want to hurt you, Maggie. I don’t, but if I were to stay with you, I know that I would eventually do something wrong."

Still, she didn’t believe it. "I don’t think you could ever hurt me."

"I don’t think it, either, Maggie. I know it. Trust me on this. I have to stay away from you."

Her heart was breaking and yet somewhere inside was a kernel of hope. Maybe he just needed some time to clear his thoughts. They had both said that they weren’t going to see each other again and yet here they stood. Naked. Toe-to-toe.

The impossible could happen and he might very well change his mind.

But if it didn’t, she wouldn’t hold him here. She refused to be one of those clinging women who chased after a man. She was stronger than that.