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

She sucked in a breath as she stared into his eyes, mesmerized by the flawless blue. “Down the hall, last door on the right.”
    He swept them toward her room with surprising speed. Hannah couldn’t help but giggle, a reaction that was cut short when he tossed her gently on the bed and then stood over her, his eyes smoldering with desire. “Clothes off. Now.”
    His deep growl rolled through her like a freight train, exciting her, making her wet and hot and so ready for whatever he wanted to give her. She quickly got down to business, ripping her sweater over her head and unzipping her skirt so she could wiggle out of it. All the while, Mayhem stood watching her, his gaze trailing from her face to her breasts to her hips, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
    “Aren’t you going to…?” She motioned up and down once she finally dislodged herself from the tight skirt, breathless from both the effort and his unwavering stare. Even though she still wore a bra and panties, she couldn’t help but feel naked.
    Mayhem smiled wickedly as he slowly climbed up onto the bed, his heavy weight nearly toppling Hannah forward. She wouldn’t have fallen far, though. He was right there, moving her back without touching her, his massive body coming toward her, his musky smell invading her senses, making her mouth water as he skillfully forced her to lie beneath him while he wedged himself between her thighs. “Don’t worry, little darlin’, I’ll be naked with you soon enough.”
    He pressed the bulge of his erection against her soaked panties, teasing with the promise of penetration. Her sex ached for him, her body humming with need.
    He ran his fingers through the soft curls of her hair, bending down to kiss her briefly before moving lower. He trailed his hand along her back, lifting her up to meet his roving mouth. She gasped as his lips descended on her nipple, giggled when he used his tongue to lick her through the lace of her bra. She was panting by the time he shifted over to the other breast, suckling her until she nearly came off the bed completely. He unhooked her bra, then brought his hand around and yanked it away.
    “Hmm.” He moaned as he sucked her nipple into his mouth once again, twirling with his tongue and nipping with his teeth. “You taste so good, Hannah,” he said against her flesh before shifting over to administer the same attention to her other breast.
    She ran her hand through his hair, growing frustrated when her fingers snagged at the tie that bound it at the nape of his neck. She tugged and Mayhem grunted. “Take this off!”
    He reached up and pulled his hair free, shaking his head until it cascaded over her breasts in a cool wash of silky smooth perfection. She let her fingers slide through it, his hair so long that it reached his waist, so soft and satiny that it was a sensory overload against her skin, and so black it held a tint of blue.
    He ran his hand down her side, curving along her waist before hooking a finger into the elastic of her panties. “I want to taste all of you.”
    If Hannah’s cheeks weren’t already burning, she’d have blushed. But at the same time, she wouldn’t have asked him to stop if her life depended on it. Mayhem didn’t give her a chance to utter any doubts as he tugged off her panties and then sat back as he spread her legs, exposing her so blatantly she was actually mesmerized by the sight of him there.
    “Hannah,” he murmured as he nestled his mouth into her sex, his eyes once again locked on hers, never breaking contact. He stroked her with his tongue, flicking her clit before sucking it into his warm mouth.
    She rolled her head back in ecstasy, moaning when he reached up and took a firm hold of her breast, squeezing her flesh before sliding his fingers down to pinch her aching nipple.
    The feel of his tongue on her, lapping, suckling, had her body torquing as she simultaneously tried to pull away and push closer. She wanted more but