Page 85 of Anchored to the Storm

He set the pad on the table next to a big envelope, and leaned his elbows on the surface. “And, until we know where a full ‘shift’ will lead us, I’d prefer not to witness it.”

My hand tightened around the brass. “You think I have more to come?”

He stayed quiet for a minute, then said, “According to what Saleeni said in the water when you got super-hot to the touch, and the alpha energy that pours off you when you get angry… Yeah, I think we got more to come.” He sat back in the President chair. “Hopefully, Saleeni will have some answers.”

Yeah, hopefully.

I was about to ask what was in the big envelope that reminded me of the one Noma got in the hospital with fake identities, but Saleeni suddenly blew through me like a song with my favorite lyrics, one I knew by heart and soul. My eyes closed. “She’s awake.”

Styx’s chuckle was a low rumble. “Jesus, you love the fuck out of that beauty.”

Answering her call, I left Church. Every step of my leather biker boots felt like slow motion as I made my way to her. She was on the bed, stretching her gorgeous form under the sheet. My mouth watered for her.

Her smile was all-knowing. “Hello, Maddox.”

I just got hard.

Saleeni appeared reborn. Color in her cheeks. Life in her amazing eyes. She even giggled. “I can smell your desire.”

Styx coughed from somewhere behind me. “Uh, I’m going to take this call outside.”

I growled, “Make it a long one.”

He laughed. “Damn, you suck at playing hard to get.”

I think I heard a door shut. Not sure. Didn’t give two fucks. My fangs grew, and my voice was so deep I wasn’t sure it was me saying, “How do you feel?”

What I meant was, can your tired little body handle what is headed your way? I was that revved up and couldn’t stop myself.

I squeezed the brass knuckles gripped in my hand. Get control, Maddox!

Then her nipples hardened against the sheet. “What do you smell, my Mad-G?”

Nostrils flared to find her scent. Then my eyes rolled back, and I dropped the knuckles to the floor. “I smell sweetness, my Sweets.”

Next to the bed, I stripped down to nothing but me and my raging hard-on.

Not remembering when I even moved, I was on top of her, possessing her mouth with more growls and a tongue that wanted every part of her at the same time. Next thing I knew, I had a whole breast in my mouth. Absolutely wanting to swallow it so I didn’t have to go a moment without it.

She cried out erotically, pulling my head to her chest. When her fingers tangled in my hair, I had to release her soft flesh to breathe because my arousal was hitting new heights. “Now you’ve done it.” I got to my knees, grabbed the backs of her legs, bent them, and spread them.

Her glistening perfection beckoned me, so I indulged greedily. Her own arousal pooled on my tongue. I swallowed, never tasting anything so fucking delicious. I sucked like a madman to get more, forcing poor Saleeni to climax three times in a row.

Then, shocking myself at my continuing lack of control, I got back on my knees and jacked off in record speed, my body insisting my semen coat her pussy.

What the fuck am I doing?

I felt like such a selfish heathen. I scooped her up and started carrying her to my shower. “I’m so sorry.”

In my arms, she kissed under my chin. “For being you?”

I grimaced. “I was taught possessive bullshit is… well… rude.” Just then, a waft of her arousal pelted my senses. “Behave, Saleeni.”

“Then don’t control the uncontrollable.”

“I was, literally, just advised to do the opposite by Styx.”

In the bathroom, I propped her over my left shoulder so I could turn on the shower. Not affected by me manhandling her, she hung there, telling me, “I like him. Very much.”