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

to hear, it still floored him and he sat speechless for a second too long.
    “I mean.” She pulled her chin away and started to extricate herself from his embrace. “I understand if you want to go. You’ve got people to see back at your place.”
    He pulled her toward his body and kissed her forcefully, determined to push those thoughts away. “I’d love to come up to your place.” He quickly glanced up at the moon; he had hours to enjoy until daylight. Hours to get to know Hannah in whatever way she wanted before he’d have to get his tail out of her place or risk discovery. It was only in daylight that his wolf came out to play.
    She smiled. “Well. Okay then.”
    Mayhem helped her off the bike, or more like, off him, hit the kickstand and let her lead the way.
    They hadn’t made it more than two feet into her place when she turned to face him, her expression a roadmap of doubt. “I don’t usually do this…there’s something happening inside me that is making me dizzy. Like I can’t get enough of you…like you’re…”
    He didn’t give her another moment to speak, wanting to be all over her, inside and out. Crushing his lips onto hers, he pushed her back until she hit the wall. He ground his cock against her stomach, letting her feel the depth of his arousal. He’d never wanted any woman more than he wanted Hannah. Right here, right now, against the wall if need be—just so long as he got inside her.
    Instead of recoiling, the fiery little spirit he’d glimpsed on his bike roared back with a vengeance, and she arched into him, pressing her breasts against him, her nipples hard little nubs begging to be suckled.
    He pulled back and stared down at her, his body revving into overdrive. “I want you, Hannah, like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone in my life.”
    She smiled up at him, her lips swollen and glistening. “Did I say something to stop you?”
    With a wicked grin, he captured her arms, clasping her slender wrists in one of his palms before pulling them above her head. He lowered his lips to hers, wanting, craving another taste of her mouth before he sampled everything she had to offer.
    She moaned as he slid his tongue past the gates of her lips to stroke her from within. With his free hand, he traced a path from her hip to her breast, cupping and squeezing before twirling his finger over her nipple. As he gave it a little pinch—rolling the hard nub between his finger and thumb—she moaned into his mouth, a delicious sound that begged for more.
    “Is this what you want, Hannah?” he whispered against her lips before trailing a line of kisses down her jaw.
    She nodded as she offered her neck to him, a gesture that meant more to his wolf than she could have possibly known. He wanted to mark her there, a mating bite that would send a clear message to any other wolf—she was his and only his. But as tempting as it was, he merely licked a path down her sweet flesh, nipping instead of biting, practicing more restraint than he thought he could.
    “I want to touch you, Mayhem,” she pleaded as she tugged at her arms. “Please let me touch you.”

Chapter Six
    Hannah didn’t know what had gotten into her, but it was like her sex drive had jolted into high gear. She couldn’t think of anything else but getting Mayhem naked, feeling his flesh beneath her fingers, tasting every inch of his body. And that so wasn’t like her. She wasn’t the one-night-stand kind of girl. She wasn’t a risk taker.
    But there was something about Mayhem that was so deliciously dangerous, and yet, strangely, she somehow felt like she was perfectly safe with him like he’d take her to the edge but never push her off.
    He groaned against her throat, his lips pressed just under her jaw. “Mmm, Hannah.” He released her wrists, then quickly stepped back and swooped her into his arms. “Point me to your bedroom, sweetheart.”
    His steady gaze flashed a predatory hunger that made her shiver with excitement.