Taken (Sinful Series - book 1)

Violet

Violet took a deep breath as soon as Landon found his way by her side, guiding her in her apartment complex. It was the little things he hinted about that ignited her imagination, making her shiver every time his skin touched hers. He was a master puppeteer, skillfully toying with her senses. If teasing her with words was not enough, his feather-like touch contrasted with the pressure his palm exerted against the small of her back as he guided her up the stairwell and into her apartment. Everything he did, left her defenseless. Violet had no doubt her lust-filled mind would buzz with excitement even if he sneezed. She was hyper aware of his proximity and what they could mean to each other.

There was something beyond sexy in bringing Landon home. Granted, he had been there before, but now the intimacy they had casually joked about was finally going to be tested. It was time to find out just how well balanced their chemistry was.

Landon leaned against her door as soon as they made it inside her home. He kept his eyes on Violet as his hand locked the door behind him. Violet suggestively teased off her light jacket, revealing her outfit from Velvet. His eyes followed the jacket’s path and when it finally dropped to the floor, he shifted his attention up her legs and torso and onto her face. Violet stepped backwards in the direction of her bedroom, suggestively inviting him in.

“Are you sure?” Landon asked her, giving her a way out.

It melt her heart that even if she had lured him in her apartment with the promise of continuing where they left off, he still did not take her for granted. Few men could actually do that, and Violet felt honored to be in the presence of such a good man.

Instead of an answer, Violet reached forward to fist his shirt, tugging him closer. Landon casually moved in the desired direction, hands purposefully fisted at his sides. He was holding himself back, giving her time to reconsider. As if that was going to happen now that she had him in the privacy of her home.

Violet smiled at him running her fingers down his shoulders and over his coiling biceps, appreciating the toned muscles. Her palms moved over his forearms and around his wrists, reaching his fists which parted allowing her hands to fit inside his. Holding hands with Landon brought her peace she never knew she needed. It sent her back in time, making her feel young, innocent and full of hopes of finding a mate. There was no brand on her shoulder, no rejection. The promise of love was fresh in the air. But it was an illusion and Violet knew the angry outline of her shoulder stamp, the humiliation of pack and a mate.

“Violet, I need to hear you say it.”

Landon’s voice brought her back to the present. He was taking a reluctant step towards her.

“Make me forget.” Violet whispered. It wasn’t what he probably wanted to hear, but it was her truth. She wanted to focus on someone, so she wouldn’t feel the loneliness the rejection brought. “Let me take care of you.”

She placed his hands around her waist, before pressing her body and lips against his, causing him to growl his approval. Landon quickly took control of the kiss, his lips kissing her bottom lip before his tongue teased his way inside her mouth. If Violet thought Landon had game, this kiss proved just how much she underestimated his skill. This kiss had nothing in common with the silencing kiss he had given her in Inferno. If she did not know any better, she would have sworn she was locking lips with someone different. Landon used just enough pressure to set the pace of the kiss, which last just the right amount of time to leave her knees weak, and her lungs empty.

His embrace was tender, allowing her to feel just how much she affected him. The soft material of his dress pants left little to the imagination. She could feel him grow hard as she swayed her hips feeling more of him. Her fingertips ran through his short hair, massaging his scalp, gently pressing his head towards hers, as if she was afraid he would leave. His mouth felt hot against hers, then sensually left a trail of moist desire over her lips and jaw line to her neck.

“Don’t stop,” Violet whispered her encouragement as he held her neck between his lips.

Or was it a prayer?

Violet had little intention to get hung up on the semantics, especially when he eagerly tugged and sucked her sensitive skin. Goose bumps shot down her arms, his hands gingerly brushing over her skin. His touch was the remedy she longed for.

“Vi, I am enthralled by you,” Landon whispered.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Violet asked between taking a breath and groaning as his hot tongue lapped against her neck.

“It is,” Landon removed his hand from her back, immediately making her miss its warmth. He brought up his hand to brush his knuckles over her collar bone, his fingertips pulling her clothing aside, exposing her shoulder. He huskily continued, “and it isn’t. I won’t be able to stay away from you if we continue any further.”

“That’s the sweetest thing you’ve told me so far,” Violet’s awe for the man in front of her multiplied tenfold. He pressed his forehead against hers, creating space she didn’t want.

“I want you. I know I will keep on wanting you. I can’t be your one night stand,” Landon continued, groaning as Violet’s nose touched his as she tried to capture his lips for another kiss.

“You want a commitment,” Violet guessed, Landon nodded.

“I rather get the worse case of blue balls in the history of mankind than knowing how good we are together and not be able to have that,” Landon confessed her.

“How are you even capable of thinking right now?” Violet whispered in awe. Her mind was so heavily intoxicated by the need to feel more of him. She could barely keep a thought, much less think of the consequences of indulging herself with Landon’s body. “My brain can’t get passed your scent and the gooey way you make me feel on the inside.”

“Oh, believe me I really want to be hilt deep in you, but that’s lust. I want a relationship,” Landon replied.

Violet had to give it to him. He could sell a fridge to an Eskimo. Not that Violet needed convincing. He had already made his way into her life, so it didn’t seem like a big stretch to give in and assign him the boyfriend title.

“Okay,” Violet replied and as he waited for her to continue, she quickly added. “Here’s the deal. You make me feel as alive as right now, you’d be the one fending my fangs off your neck.”

Landon laughed at her suggestion she would want to mark him as hers if he was good to her.

“Karim?”

“Now he was a one night stand. Once and done,” Violet answered.

“He’s here to win you back,” Landon guided the conversation, which now revealed its true purpose. Landon was scared of losing her to her mate. “If we happen, I won’t be able to let you go.”

“I guess you need to hear it as much as I need to say it. His rejection cured me of whatever soapy ideas I had about mates. I don’t give a rat’s ass what he may want now. My life belongs to me. Your heart is safe with me,” Violet assured him then added as an afterthought. “Just don’t break mine.”

“Or else, you’ll have your sexy bodyguard beat the crap out of me. I know,” Landon teased her.

Now this was the Landon she knew.

Cocky. Obnoxious. Handsy.

Hers.

“I will have you know he has muscles of steel,” Violet jested back as her hands started feeling his broad shoulders she longed to touch for so long. She swayed her hips into his loins, “and a hard on for me.”

“Just for you,” Landon corrected her, claiming her lips once more.

Violet enjoyed the slow almost torturous way he kissed her, alternating between a soft gentle kiss to a firmer, all consuming one, which showed her just how much he longed to continue further.

“Even better. I don’t share. Period.” Violet replied, as his shoulders rolled forward, his palms covering her butt cheeks, lifting her up, and prompting her to wrap her legs around him.

“Perfect. Me neither,” Landon told her, his face buried into her shoulder.

“Show off,” Violet teased.

“I have a reputation to uphold,” Landon told her walking into her bathroom.

“Are you hinting I stink?” Violet questioned.

“I want to feel, smell and taste you, not Lysol.” Landon replied, allowing her feet on the ground. “By the way, it is a clever trick to mask your delicious scent.”

“Thanks,” Violet replied.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Landon answered her. His fingers slowly proceeded to tug her outfit off to the side revealing her shoulders, allowing gravity to sensually peal it from her chest. Violet looked up at him, outfit loosely hanging on her hips, catching his eyes roaming her chest as she wore no bra.

“Aren’t you overdressed?” Violet questioned, tugging a fistful of his shirt.

“You’re right. It’s getting hot in here,” Landon joked, shaky hands fanning over her shoulders, as if he was uncertain if his touch would hurt her.

“Steamy,” Violet corrected him, sliding a finger in the gap between two shirt buttons, and feeling his skin underneath, before slowly undoing a button at a time until there were none left. She ran her hands up his torso and over his shoulders, discarding the garment. Before she could admire his exposed chest, his fingers tugged at the strap of her underwear, taking the material down her hips, leaving her bare. Landon dropped on his knees helping her step out of her clothing; his eyes focused on her sex, his face on the verge of losing it collected appearance.

His hands lost their playfulness. They ran up and down the outside of her thighs with a different urge. He had teased himself into a lust-filled state. Violet liked this wild, aroused and eager side of him. Knowing there was more to this moment than two bodies searching for a solace, she opened her legs, allowing him to smell her approval.

Landon growled, “Don’t tease me.”

“I wouldn’t even think of doing such an awful thing,” Violet jested just as his right hand dropped from her hip and felt the glistering folds.

“Or else my resolution to pamper you will falter. You, my dear, are impetuous in the most delicious way,” Landon’s tongue darting out and following the valley of her belly button. His stubble brushed her sensitive skin, evoking goose bumps and laughter making her back away. Or at least tried to. His strong hands held her in place. “Careful now. Go turn on the shower. I need a minute.”

“No, you don’t,” Violet argued, taking his hands in hers and making him stand up, undoing his dress pants and eagerly sliding her hand inside his boxers. Landon gritted his teeth at the contact, and Violet pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, relaxing his facial muscles.

“I feel like a horny pup ready to spill my load in your hand,” Landon told her, his hand holding her wrist a little bit rougher than before. “You affect me in ways I can’t explain.”

“Good ways?” Violet offered.

“Best ways,” Landon groaned.

Landon

Landon couldn’t think much beyond the fact she was naked and currently had her hand down his boxers. All he could focus on was her warm hand and the incredible way he felt just having her hold him.

“I feel like a horny pup ready to spill my load in your hand,” Landon confessed, his hand wrapping around her wrist. Landon couldn’t really decide whether he wanted to prevent her from pulling away or from continuing with her exploration. “You affect me in ways I can’t explain.”

“Good ways?” Violet asked out of breath.

“Best ways,” Landon groaned as her fingers traced his length.

“I’ll go start the shower,” Violet seemed pleased with his answer and tenderly removed her hand out. A smile danced on her face as she saw the tent in his pants. She walked over to the shower, telling him over her shoulder, “Hurry up before I come get you.”

Landon swore.

As if her words were not enough, the view of her naked backside made his package even more engrossed and aching to be pressed in her. He undressed completely before stepping in the glass cubicle with Violet.

Landon was beginning to regret wanting to shower with Violet. Her shower was quite small, leaving them little room to maneuver. Her back was pressed into his front and even though he liked their proximity, his elbows constantly bumped into the glass or the wall. This was not definitely not the sensual shower he longed to share with her.

“Regretting your decision?” Violet asked.

The little she-wolf was playing a dangerous game. She was trying to seduce him in ways that he knew would end with a claim. He wanted her, and just like he had told her before, he was not going to allow Karim or anyone else for the matter. She was his.

That was why watching her butt sway in front of him, as he was contemplating on having this view while plunging into her softness. Violet sure knew how to ignite him.

“There’s barely room for you, much less me,” Landon regretfully told her.

“I’m sure we can fit,” Violet replied, turning to face him, her knees bumping into his as she pressed her body into his, trapping his throbbing manhood pointing upwards between them. His palms cupper her cheeks, lifting her face up to meet his hungry lips. She tried to pull away and Landon looked accusingly at her.

Her hand quickly held his shoulder while her torso pulled away from him for a second, only to be pressed into him once again as she now straddled his length. Landon looked at her folds parting over him she trapped him between her legs. “Better?”

Landon wanted to swear. He really did. Because how else could you express the bubbling excitement at seeing your woman massaging you with her crevice without really taking you in. He tested their angle and thrust into her, both of them taken with the motion. She moaned, closing her thighs, further encasing him. Her eyes never drifting from watching him rock his hips into her. It was as good as it got short from being inside her. He reached tilting her chin up again, claiming her lips once more, his left hand wrapping around her waist, keeping her close. His right hand ran down her neck and fanned over her breast, kneading it and gently rolling the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger until she gasped. He smiled against her lips, never breaking the kiss and sweeping the inside of her mouth with his tongue.

It was easy to forget he wanted to pamper her, when her body was so receptive to his touch. Landon wanted to make her feel good and to earn his place by her side. But how do you outperform the sparks only a mate brought? His hand dropped at the thought. He would never be able to match that.

“What’s wrong?” Violet whispered.

“Nothing,” Landon lied.

“Are you seriously going to try to lie to me now of all times?” Violet asked him.

“It’s nothing,” Landon told her.

“It’s everything if you are fretting about it. Tell me,” Violet insisted.

“No matter what I do I would never be able to measure up to a mate’s touch,” Landon confessed.

“Believe me, you’re doing amazing,” Violet told him. Landon huffed unconvinced. She was too nice. “It’s not the size that it matters but what you do with it.”

That caught his attention. What was she hinting at?

“The same applies to the sparks. You’ve made me believe rainbows and unicorns await on the other side, and you have barely touched me.” Violet assured him.

Landon was not sure if he heard her correctly.

“He didn’t?” Landon asked.

“Forget about pleasure. I just wanted him to finish the moment he started poking me. No, it did not get better as he went along.” Violet explained. “The sparks were only another disappointment from that point on. With you I am eager to do much more than this.”

“I don’t know what I want to do more – strangle him or thank him,” Landon chuckled.

“Well,” Violet’s hands fanned over his chest and then over his shoulders, “I have a better idea. Why don’t you focus on me?”

“Good point,” Landon noted and turned off the shower.

“Done so soon?” Violet asked as he stepped out of the shower.

“I need space for what I am about to do,” Landon grinned, pulling her towards her bedroom. Violet laughed quickly snatching a towel. Landon shook his head, “You won’t need a towel. I intend to drink you dry.”

Violet

Who knows why, but she felt tingly. Not every day she heard such passionate words from the mouth of her obsession. Violet looked up and down Landon’s frame. He was a catch.

Her catch.

“Already picturing it?” He teased her.

Violet felt flushed, hot and feverish just thinking about it.

“You have no idea.”

“We can address your inappropriate thoughts later,” Landon told her. “Now it’s my time.”

Landon kissed her once more. It was something about his scent she found exciting. It deliciously tickled her nose, making her mouth water. Landon backed her towards her bed, then turned and fell on it pulling her over him. Violet gasped at the impact, landing straddling his thigh, one knee awkwardly landing next to his groin.

“Oh, my gosh. Did I hurt you?” Violet panicked searching his face for a sign of pain.

“If I say yes, would you kiss it better?” Landon teased her.

Violet wanted to beat him senseless for scaring her. It would have been just her luck to land a knee in his jewels just as she was about to experience him.

“What happened to pampering me?” Violet jested back, only for Landon to wrestle her.

“Can’t a man take his breath first?” Landon flirted.

“But aren’t you my wolf,” Violet asked pouting.

“Pun intended,” Landon completed, tickling her.

Violet laughed hard, wiggling under him, trying to buck him off her. It wasn’t like she did not enjoy the accidental contact between their naked bodies. Quite the contrary. Every time she lifted her hips up to try to displace him, she felt the moisture pool between her legs. It was only a matter of time before she would not be able to tolerate any more of his teases and would beg him to take her.

As if he had heard her, he stopped, offering truce as his mouth found her chest taking a taut peak in his mouth. Violet gasped. She was submerged in passion so great it raveled her own. His wet tongue danced around her nipple, nibbling the flesh and starting something deep and wild within her. Her hands moved through his hair, caressing his neck and shoulders. She traced his back muscles while he did sinful things to her body. She badly wanted him to take her. Make her to feel his for however short they had.

“I want to taste the pink skin, right here,” his hand cupped her groin, “then drink your sweat as you climax.”

Violet’s imagination ignited, anticipation making her throb awaiting him making good on his promise.

“That sounds so naughty. I like it,” Violet replied.

Landon pressed his forehead against her. Landon’s touch ignited her body, bringing her on the verge of a frenzy she never thought she could reach. His lips preceded his sinful tongue which darted toying with her nipples, teeth nibbling at her flesh, talented fingers rubbing his saliva into her skin. Violet wondered if he really understood or meant the significance of what he was doing.

“Of course he does,” her wolf answered.

Violet was just as surprised at such a response as its content. She chose to ignore it as Landon slid down teasing her navel. If she could actually speak she would be singing praises to the male above her. The moment his tongue traced its outline, Violet felt ticklish, tried to push him away, only for Landon to chuckle against her reaction.

“Having fun?” Landon asked her as his eyes took in her flushed face.

“No,” Violet teased him.

“No?” Landon questioned, dragging his finger down her skin and tracing her now swollen folds.

Violet tried keeping her face stoic as his finger circled her pearl. When he didn’t evoke the reaction he wanted, he used his forefinger and middle finger to spread her now glistering folds, exposing her sensitive nodule from its protective hood. Violet knew what he was about to do next but nothing prepared her for the moment his tongue started circling the small bud, never directly touching it, allowing her to feel electricity through her body. Her thighs closed around him on their own, keeping him in place, while her hips remorselessly lifted off the bed, grinding into his face. She felt the burn of his stubble brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. But it didn’t matter. The budding sensation from deep within her promised ecstasy that few mortals experienced in a lifetime.

It wasn’t until his palms pressed her thighs down, she released him from her grip. Landon kissed her inner thighs, leaving a much welcomed cold trail over the friction burns.

“I should shave,” Landon apologized pecking her groin, tongue tracing her opening. Violet gripped the sheets as the tip of his tongue slowly parted her, lapping at the moisture. Violet felt self-conscious for a second before something wild started building up. She felt the urge for something more, his fingers answering her silent plea swiping at her tunnel’s walls, while his lips sucked on her happy button.

And happy she was.