Mayhem: The Order of the Wolf, Book 5 Read Online Free

obviously never been on a bike before and he took a strange kind of pride in being her first.
    Once he was clear of his street, he gunned it for a good few minutes, loving how her arms clenched him tighter as he sped along the twists and turns of the mountainous highway that would take them back into the city. Bracketed on both sides by craggy rocks, whipping past the few cars headed uptown, Mayhem’s wolf roared from within, adrenaline pumping both he and his beast into a frenzy of lust. He delighted in giving Hannah the thrill of all that power between her legs and wished it was his body cradled there. He was loath to actually stop and ask her where home was because he knew what that meant, and he wasn’t quite ready to lose her warmth. With her hands splayed against his abdomen, dangerously close to the huge hard-on he sported, all he wanted was to keep her as close as possible.
    But he knew he couldn’t drive forever. Not tonight anyway.
    As he came to a rolling stop at a red light, just at the border that separated the hills from downtown, he craned his head to the side. “Where are we going? Where’s home?”
    Hannah pointed west.
    “You live in Little Italy?”
    She nodded.
    Little Italy. Okay. Hadn’t been there in at least a decade. It wasn’t exactly the most luxurious of locales, and he’d been so caught up in his rock ’n’ roll lifestyle that places like that were only a blur on the way to somewhere better. Not anymore. Not as long as Hannah lived there anyway.
    It didn’t take him long to get to the area and even less time for Hannah to point him toward her little four-story apartment complex. As he pulled up outside and killed the engine, he felt his heart ramp up. He wasn’t ready to let her go, not when there was so much night left.
    She unclenched her arms from his waist and pulled herself away, then awkwardly tried to get off the bike while removing the helmet from her head. He pivoted toward her, quickly latching onto her arm as she successfully yanked the helmet off and then, in a move he couldn’t have planned better himself, stumbled and fell directly into his outstretched arms.
    “Oh!” She gasped as her breasts crushed against his chest, her lips almost touching his. She made a small move as if to pull away, but Mayhem wouldn’t allow it.
    Seizing the moment, he pulled her up onto the bike, sliding her between his body and the bars, her hip pressing into his crotch as he braced his legs on either side. Balancing them both, he dipped his head and captured her lips, making this kiss nothing like their first one. That one had been gentle and sweet—this time, he wanted to leave her breathless.
    He teased his tongue along the seam of her mouth, asking permission without ever speaking a word. With a small gasp, she let him in, her tongue instantly tangling with his, stroking him into a frenzy of want. There was nothing tentative about her at that moment, nothing self-conscious or reserved. She was with him, responding to him, her kiss possessing him body and soul.
    He pulled her closer, his hand snaking down to cup her gorgeous ass, loving the press of her body against his throbbing cock. He heard the helmet drop to the pavement and then her hands were free to roam his body, sliding up his back, tangling in his hair, playing over the sensitive skin on the back of his neck.
    When she pulled away, it was on an explosion of air. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming out in short pants. “I don’t think we should be doing this…here.”
    Mayhem frowned, certain he was about to get a wave goodbye and sent on his way with the bluest balls a man could ever have.
    “Here?” he repeated hopefully.
    She ducked her head, her shy nature back with a vengeance. “I mean…well, there are probably people watching.” When he hooked his finger under her chin and titled her face up, she quickly added, “Do you want to come upstairs for a bit?”
    Even though it was the question he most wanted