The Wallflower
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“So tight,” he gasped as he finally seated himself all the way inside her.
“Were your parents psychic?” Emma asked, gulping a little at the sting of his invasion.
Max frowned down at her confused. “No, why?”
“Are you sure? I mean, with a name like Max Cannon—”
“ Emma !”
“Sorry, but from the feel of things that can’t be a small caliber you’ve got shoved up there, boyo.”
Max leaned down, resting his forehead against hers as he started to laugh shakily. “I love you, Emma.”
“Oh boy,” she breathed as he slowly began to move.
“Is that all you can say?” He was grinning down at her knowingly, as if he had no doubts as to what her answer would be.
Emma felt all her old insecurities come to the fore, even as his cock had her gasping in pleasure. “Are you sure?”
He stopped, leaning down to kiss her thoroughly. “I’m sure.”
She stared into his face, reading the love there, the heat, the need. With deliberate slowness she raised her arms above her head and grasped the headboard. She lifted her head out and to the side in an instinctive show of submission, giving him her throat, accepting him fully. “Fuck me, Max.”
Max lost control for the first time in his adult life. His teeth bit into his mark as he began pounding into her body with little finesse. He fucked her into the mattress, and she loved every minute of it. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for dear life as he once again sent her over the edge, her climax so strong she nearly passed out. The clenching of her body was enough to bring him off, his semen pouring into her in a tidal wave of wet heat. With a gasp that was almost a sob he collapsed on top of her, his breathing harsh and uneven, his heart pounding.
“I love you too,” she whispered, cuddling him close as he began to purr.
Chapter Five
Max woke with the most incredible feeling of well-being he’d ever experienced in his life. Emma was
curled up against him, his arms around her protectively as she slept. Her luscious backside was nestled firmly against his morning erection, a situation Max totally approved of. Her scent was all over him, as his was all over her. His hips bucked forward involuntarily and he moaned as her hot, slick flesh stroked the head of his penis. God, he hoped she liked morning sex. And afternoon sex. And evening sex…
“Morning, Max.” Her voice was amused, rough from sleep and sexy as hell.
“For the love of God, please tell me you aren’t sore,” he whispered, practically begging.
Emma leaned up on one elbow, twisting around to stare at him. She wound up partially on her stomach, and Max’s eyes immediately zeroed in on that incredible ass of hers. “Not much, but honestly, other…issues…need to be taken care of first.” She blushed slightly.
Max looked at her uncomfortable face and grinned. “Bathroom’s that way.”
She was up and out of the bed before he’d finished pointing, sprinting naked across the room. Max leaned back and enjoyed the brief view he was given before the bathroom door shut behind her. He snickered when he heard her sigh of relief. He was grinning as he climbed out of bed and snagged his jeans.
“You want coffee?” he yelled through the bathroom door just as she flushed.
She opened the door, peeking around the edge. “You have tea?”
He thought for a moment, frowning, running a mental inventory of what his mother may have left behind on her last visit. “I have Darjeeling, Earl Grey and Spiced Chai.”
“Spiced Chai, sweet, with cream?”
“Coming right up. Borrow my toothbrush; we’ll pick up your stuff from your apartment later today.” He ignored her sudden frown and walked out of the room. He slipped his jeans on once he was in the hall and made his way to the kitchen. He whistled cheerfully as he began making her tea and his coffee, setting both machines to working as he contemplated what to make his prickly little mate for breakfast.
He pulled out the eggs, knowing he could at least make scrambled eggs and toast without looking like a total idiot in the kitchen.
“You owe me a shirt, Lion-O.”
He turned, his cock hardening as he saw his shirt on her. It practically swallowed her whole, and she looked damn fine in it. It didn’t hurt that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. Her tousled hair and kiss-swollen lips completed the just-fucked look.
Then he looked into her eyes and nearly dropped the eggs.
Her eyes gleamed gold, full of heat and passion. He felt his own flare in response, his gaze raking her from head to toe as he prowled towards her, the eggs left behind on the counter. “Emma,” he purred, wrapping his hands around her waist.
“Hmm?” She stroked his chest with her small hands, fingers tangling in the hairs on his chest.
He leaned down and lapped at his mark, groaning when she bared her throat. “You’re changing.”
“What?” she asked absently, her hands moving towards the snap of his jeans. “You taste so good,” she whispered, licking his neck with a tongue turned raspy.
Max shivered. “Emma,” he groaned as her teeth nipped at his neck. Her canines had grown in. “You’re changing, sweetheart.”
“Thought you said I had two days,” she muttered as her hand worked its way inside his pants. With a happy sigh she stroked his shaft, pulling it out of his jeans to run her thumb over the head.
Max moaned, ready to push her down on the table and take her swift and hard. That could be a problem if she shifted before they were done. “Emma, you have to stop.”
“Who says?” She knelt in front of him and took his cock in her mouth, sucking lightly on the head, her tongue rasping along the slit. “Mmm, you do taste good.” She licked her lips, teasing and seductive.
Max stared down at her, fighting his own instincts. He wanted to thrust between her lips, hold her head in place while he fucked her there, make sure she swallowed every last bit of him.
But she was changing. It was up to him to act responsibly He was Alpha, it was his job to protect her, and…
She’d wrapped her lips around his cock again, licking up and down the shaft, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm that would soon have him coming down her throat. With a snarl, the Puma took over as he grabbed the sides of her head and held her in place for his pleasure.
“That’s it, baby, use your tongue,” he growled, watching her pleasure him as his hips moved slowly, sliding his shaft between her lips. She curled that wicked tongue slightly, rasping it against the throbbing vein, catching the flared edge.
“Were your parents psychic?” Emma asked, gulping a little at the sting of his invasion.
Max frowned down at her confused. “No, why?”
“Are you sure? I mean, with a name like Max Cannon—”
“ Emma !”
“Sorry, but from the feel of things that can’t be a small caliber you’ve got shoved up there, boyo.”
Max leaned down, resting his forehead against hers as he started to laugh shakily. “I love you, Emma.”
“Oh boy,” she breathed as he slowly began to move.
“Is that all you can say?” He was grinning down at her knowingly, as if he had no doubts as to what her answer would be.
Emma felt all her old insecurities come to the fore, even as his cock had her gasping in pleasure. “Are you sure?”
He stopped, leaning down to kiss her thoroughly. “I’m sure.”
She stared into his face, reading the love there, the heat, the need. With deliberate slowness she raised her arms above her head and grasped the headboard. She lifted her head out and to the side in an instinctive show of submission, giving him her throat, accepting him fully. “Fuck me, Max.”
Max lost control for the first time in his adult life. His teeth bit into his mark as he began pounding into her body with little finesse. He fucked her into the mattress, and she loved every minute of it. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for dear life as he once again sent her over the edge, her climax so strong she nearly passed out. The clenching of her body was enough to bring him off, his semen pouring into her in a tidal wave of wet heat. With a gasp that was almost a sob he collapsed on top of her, his breathing harsh and uneven, his heart pounding.
“I love you too,” she whispered, cuddling him close as he began to purr.
Chapter Five
Max woke with the most incredible feeling of well-being he’d ever experienced in his life. Emma was
curled up against him, his arms around her protectively as she slept. Her luscious backside was nestled firmly against his morning erection, a situation Max totally approved of. Her scent was all over him, as his was all over her. His hips bucked forward involuntarily and he moaned as her hot, slick flesh stroked the head of his penis. God, he hoped she liked morning sex. And afternoon sex. And evening sex…
“Morning, Max.” Her voice was amused, rough from sleep and sexy as hell.
“For the love of God, please tell me you aren’t sore,” he whispered, practically begging.
Emma leaned up on one elbow, twisting around to stare at him. She wound up partially on her stomach, and Max’s eyes immediately zeroed in on that incredible ass of hers. “Not much, but honestly, other…issues…need to be taken care of first.” She blushed slightly.
Max looked at her uncomfortable face and grinned. “Bathroom’s that way.”
She was up and out of the bed before he’d finished pointing, sprinting naked across the room. Max leaned back and enjoyed the brief view he was given before the bathroom door shut behind her. He snickered when he heard her sigh of relief. He was grinning as he climbed out of bed and snagged his jeans.
“You want coffee?” he yelled through the bathroom door just as she flushed.
She opened the door, peeking around the edge. “You have tea?”
He thought for a moment, frowning, running a mental inventory of what his mother may have left behind on her last visit. “I have Darjeeling, Earl Grey and Spiced Chai.”
“Spiced Chai, sweet, with cream?”
“Coming right up. Borrow my toothbrush; we’ll pick up your stuff from your apartment later today.” He ignored her sudden frown and walked out of the room. He slipped his jeans on once he was in the hall and made his way to the kitchen. He whistled cheerfully as he began making her tea and his coffee, setting both machines to working as he contemplated what to make his prickly little mate for breakfast.
He pulled out the eggs, knowing he could at least make scrambled eggs and toast without looking like a total idiot in the kitchen.
“You owe me a shirt, Lion-O.”
He turned, his cock hardening as he saw his shirt on her. It practically swallowed her whole, and she looked damn fine in it. It didn’t hurt that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. Her tousled hair and kiss-swollen lips completed the just-fucked look.
Then he looked into her eyes and nearly dropped the eggs.
Her eyes gleamed gold, full of heat and passion. He felt his own flare in response, his gaze raking her from head to toe as he prowled towards her, the eggs left behind on the counter. “Emma,” he purred, wrapping his hands around her waist.
“Hmm?” She stroked his chest with her small hands, fingers tangling in the hairs on his chest.
He leaned down and lapped at his mark, groaning when she bared her throat. “You’re changing.”
“What?” she asked absently, her hands moving towards the snap of his jeans. “You taste so good,” she whispered, licking his neck with a tongue turned raspy.
Max shivered. “Emma,” he groaned as her teeth nipped at his neck. Her canines had grown in. “You’re changing, sweetheart.”
“Thought you said I had two days,” she muttered as her hand worked its way inside his pants. With a happy sigh she stroked his shaft, pulling it out of his jeans to run her thumb over the head.
Max moaned, ready to push her down on the table and take her swift and hard. That could be a problem if she shifted before they were done. “Emma, you have to stop.”
“Who says?” She knelt in front of him and took his cock in her mouth, sucking lightly on the head, her tongue rasping along the slit. “Mmm, you do taste good.” She licked her lips, teasing and seductive.
Max stared down at her, fighting his own instincts. He wanted to thrust between her lips, hold her head in place while he fucked her there, make sure she swallowed every last bit of him.
But she was changing. It was up to him to act responsibly He was Alpha, it was his job to protect her, and…
She’d wrapped her lips around his cock again, licking up and down the shaft, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm that would soon have him coming down her throat. With a snarl, the Puma took over as he grabbed the sides of her head and held her in place for his pleasure.
“That’s it, baby, use your tongue,” he growled, watching her pleasure him as his hips moved slowly, sliding his shaft between her lips. She curled that wicked tongue slightly, rasping it against the throbbing vein, catching the flared edge.
