Crazy Little Thing Called Love Page 2

  When I’d thought he would be the perfect distraction, I had no idea how right I would be.

  Chapter Two

  Malcon owned a metallic blue BMW Z4. I almost moaned when I saw it—I’d been talking myself out of buying one for months. Shooting him a grin, I waved my handbag at his car. “You realize you’re parked in the owner’s space don’t you?”

  “Jerrod’s a good friend.” He hit a button on his key ring, and the car doors unlocked. Opening the passenger side for me, his dark gaze moved down my bare legs like a caress. I slid inside and let the supple leather seat cup my body. I wanted Malcon pressed that close to me. Closer. I shut my eyes and pulled in a steadying breath, but the ache between my thighs hadn’t subsided a single moment since we’d separated on the dance floor.

  The car dipped when he got in and closed his door, cocooning us in silence. I opened my eyes to look at him, knowing he’d see my desire and not caring one bit. “How far to your place?”

  “Too far,” he growled and reached for me.

  A laugh startled out of me. “You aren’t worried about your Alpha reputation? Someone might see you getting hot and heavy in the backseat of a car like a horny teenager.”

  While we weren’t out in the open, this wasn’t exactly a secluded lot. Most people would be watching my brother’s show, but there were no guarantees. Malcon grunted. “This car doesn’t have a backseat. Come here.” A self-deprecating smile curved his lips. “I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

  “I—” His lips cut off whatever I was going to say, and they moved slowly and worshipfully over mine. The man could kiss. I slid my fingers into his hair, loving the silken texture of it. He licked my bottom lip, pressing for entrance. A shiver went through me, and I moaned softly. Taking the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, he tilted his head to deepen the angle. Fiery need burned inside of me. His groan vibrated against my lips, and I fisted my hands in his hair, twining my tongue with his.

  “We have to stop or I’m going to fuck you.”

  “I wasn’t protesting.” My body shrieked at the loss of contact. My sex ached to be filled, the emptiness almost painful. My voice was more a demand than a suggestion. “I want more. I want you inside me.”

  He dropped his forehead to the steering wheel, and I could see him wrestling for control. I had a feeling that he didn’t have that problem very often, and it made me grin that I could push him so far, so fast. He’d done the same to me, so it was only fair. He sighed and straightened. “I can sense the people inside Eclipse starting to move. Your brother’s show must be over. I spend enough of my life in the spotlight. Some things are meant to be private.”

  Smoothing my skirt, I chuckled. Considering how reporters had crawled out of the woodwork when my brother had taken on two mates, I could sympathize. “Not an exhibitionist, huh?”

  “Not even a little.” He slanted me a slightly concerned glance. “You?”

  What was he worried about? Did he think I was going to magically tie him down so people could watch us do the deed? Ew. I lifted my eyebrows, but shook my head. “Nope.”

  “Good.” A relieved sigh made my brows arch higher.

  He turned the key and flipped on the defroster to clear some of the fog from the windows. There was a lot of it. Our kiss had made it beyond steamy in here. The ride to his house was a complete blur as I tried to get a grip on the lust grinding through me.

  We pulled into his garage, and he cut the ignition. I stepped out of his low-slung little bullet as the garage door slid shut. Hurrying around the hood, I met him at a door that fed into his kitchen. It was beautiful. I didn’t care.

  Dropping my purse on the counter, I shot into the living room and looked for a hallway or stairs that might lead to a bedroom. We needed a bed right now. He caught my arm, swinging me around to face him. Then his tongue was in my mouth, his hands cupping my head. I jerked at his shirt, pushing it up his chest until he had to break the kiss to pull it over his head. He dropped it without a second glance and had his mouth back on mine with blinding speed. My fingers found his nipple, flicking the flat little disc with my nail. He groaned, filling his hands with my ass to rub his erection over my pussy. Liquid heat flowed through me, and I wanted him inside me. I ached with the need. Wrapping one leg around the back of his, I opened myself as wide as I could in this dress and moved against him. “Malcon, please. I need you.”

  He froze at my words, and then a great shudder ran through him. I stepped out of my heels while he shoved my panties down my legs. Pulling my dress off, he stripped me quickly. My hands got busy with unfastening his jeans and soon he was as naked as I was. His palms slid over my bare flesh, making me shiver with painful need. His cock branded the lower curve of my belly like a hot iron. The soft hair on his chest rasped against my nipples, stimulating my too-sensitive skin until I cried out.

  “Damn, Pixie.” He spun me around to face the back of a low leather club chair in front of a huge fireplace. “Put your hands on the arms.”

  I did. The top of the chair dug into my waist, and I had to stand on my tiptoes, but it wasn’t too uncomfortable to bear. At this point, I wasn’t even sure I’d notice if it were. My body was close to the boiling point, and the supple leather warmed beneath my palms. Malcon’s thigh nudged mine open. His palms slid up the backs of my legs until he reached my ass cheeks. Prying them apart, his finger swirled around my anus and I shuddered, my hips already moving.

  “Later.” His voice held dark promise. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me into a heavy thrust that seated his cock all the way to the hilt.

  I sucked in a shocked gasp and my inner muscles flexed and stretched around him. “Oh my God.”

  He worked his dick inside me slowly at first, but quickly picked up speed and force until his thighs slapped against mine. The hot drag of his flesh in mine made me dig my nails into the chair’s leather. I could feel my own moisture running in beads down the insides of my legs. A soft laugh spilled out because it felt so damn good. This is exactly what I’d needed tonight. Him.

  His hand smacked my ass hard, and I heard the sound echo in the wide room. It made my lungs seize and my pussy clench. He groaned. “You’re so damn tight, Pixie. You’re killing me.”

  “What a way to go, right?” I flicked a glance over my shoulder at him and winked.

  A chuckle rasped out of him. His palms cupped my ribs, pulling me upright. The angle wasn’t quite as good as he thrust into me, but the feel of him pressed to my back was a sensual delight. His finger began to work my clit in swift, rough motions, and I decided I liked this angle just fine. My hips moved to shove back into his thrusting cock and then forward again to keep contact with that maddening finger. His mouth dropped to suck and kiss the side of my throat and heat whipped through me to dampen my sex even further.

  Wrapping his arms tight around me, he froze with his thick cock buried deep inside me. His fangs scraped against my neck, making me choke in desperation. His soft lips brushed my skin as he spoke. “Tell me to bite you.”

  I arched, the heat inside me hot enough to scald. My nails raked down his arm, but there was no way I could overpower a werewolf without hurting him with my magic. That would stop what we were doing and I only wanted him to move. “Please.”

  “Please, what? Tell me.” He licked my throat before he dug his fangs in a little deeper, and the pleasure-pain almost made me come. God, I needed to come.

  Twisting in his arms, I damn near sobbed. “Bite me, Malcon. Make me scream.”

  His fangs sank deep, his cock hammering into my pussy as I came so hard my legs collapsed underneath me. He caught me in his strong arms, still working that thick cock inside me. My sex spasmed around his dick, milking the long shaft in hot pulses that made me moan loudly. He sucked and licked my throat again and again, the sensation enough to make my eyes roll back in my head. Jesus, the man could fuck like no one I’d ever known before. It was the last thought I had before I passed out from the overwhelming ecs
tasy.

  Chapter Three

  I woke up sprawled face down on Malcon’s bed. Bright sunbeams filtered in through huge windows, and I winced and rolled over to bury my face against his chest to block out the light. “Jesus Christ. Buy some curtains.”

  He grunted and sifted his fingers through my hair, making the tips brush against my shoulders. “Good morning to you too.”

  “What time is it?” I was not lifting my head to face the light of day until I absolutely had to.

  There was a pause and the muscles in his arm and chest flexed under my cheek as he shifted to look. “Shit. It’s almost nine. I have a meeting in an hour.”

  “Shit!” I bolted upright and scrambled for the edge of his mile-wide mattress. “My brother’s plane takes off soon. I have to pick him and his mates up from their place and drop them off. Where are my clothes? Shit, shit, shit!”

  He got a nasty glare from me when he snickered. “Scattered in the living room, I believe. I’ll drive you home.”

  “You have a meeting.” I looked back at him as I reached his bedroom door.

  His broad shoulder lifted in a shrug, and he flipped open a closet door. “One of the few perks of being the Alpha is they can’t start without me. I don’t abuse the privilege, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

  I chuckled on my way out the door, hustled down the stairs and stuffed myself into my dress and shoes. By the time I remembered I’d left my purse on the kitchen counter, Malcon was on his way downstairs, his jacket and tie draped over one arm while he fastened the cuff of his shirt on the other wrist. He was even better looking in the light of day, while I was pretty sure I looked like road kill. I was too afraid to ask if my hair was standing on end. He might tell me the truth.

  His ebony gaze slid over me, lighting with appreciation, which was nice but probably not saying much about his taste in one-night stands. I preceded him out into the garage where he held the door open for me again. I could have protested, but that would have taken time I didn’t have. He was on his side, in the car and backing down the driveway in under a minute. That’s when I got a good look at his house. His palatial house. And I’d been in music stars’ homes, so I knew how monumental they could be. I was usually uncomfortable in them—a throw back from growing up middle class—but I hadn’t been in Malcon’s home. Then again, he’d been distracting me just the way I’d hoped he would.

  Braking at the light at the bottom of the hill, he flicked a glance at me. “Where to?”

  “Take a left.” In a miracle I wasn’t about to question, L.A. traffic was obscenely light this morning and Malcon had me at the curb in front of my beach bungalow in record time. I might even be able to squeeze in a shower before I had to go pick up Stephen.

  Malcon shot me another inscrutable look. “Do you like Italian?”

  It took me a moment to process that, so I blinked at him stupidly. “Are you asking me to have dinner with you tonight?”

  “Among other things.” He grinned wolfishly. “But, yes, I want to have dinner with you.”

  Heat wound through me at the naked desire in his gaze. Okay, I’d only planned on a one-night distraction, but I was going to have some free time with my only family out of the country. What could it hurt to have a full-fledged affair with a man who made my toes curl? I wouldn’t mind a regularly scheduled orgasm that didn’t require batteries. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out my cell phone and flipped it open. “What’s your number?”

  He rattled off the number, and I punched it in. His pocket vibrated, and he fished out his cell. “Okay, your number popped up on the caller ID. I’ll give you a ring when I get off tonight.”

  “Great, then we can both get off.” His rich laughter followed me out of the car and I had to hustle to get ready, but I had to admit I was a hell of a lot more chipper about the coming months without my brother than I had been the night before.

  I had chosen well when I picked Malcon over the young Fae at Eclipse.

  I should have chosen the young Fae over the Alpha. What the hell had I been thinking? This was like some kind of sick, twisted joke. I’d walked Stephen, Michael and Candy into the airport for our little kiss and cry time, said good-bye, and been on my way out when one of the flat screen TVs they had constantly playing the news flashed my picture. That wasn’t completely unheard of, especially if they were discussing Stephen’s world tour, but the words that scrolled underneath my photo made my mind whirl.

  Local werewolf Alpha finds his mate, music producer Pixie Parthon.

  More words went by and Malcon’s picture flashed beside mine, but I’d seen all I wanted. More than I wanted, in fact. I was no one’s mate. I didn’t even want to get married. A few people turned to look from me to the screen and back again, so I spun on my heel and walked out to the parking garage, growing angrier and angrier by the moment. Why would Malcon release a statement like that to the press? This was ridiculous. I slammed into my car as a thought made ice water flow through my veins. Malcon had bitten me last night. Not unusual when fucking a fanged race, but those bites didn’t leave a scar like a mate mark would. My hand shook as I flipped down the mirror on my sun visor and pushed my hair aside to see the side of my neck.

  There was a scar. He’d marked me. Rage exploded inside me and I closed my eyes, letting my hair fall into place. There was no way in fucking hell that I was going to give up my hard-earned independence to be the queen of the wolves. And it was really sweet of him to mention he thought we were mated when he asked me to dinner. Thanks so much, jackass. I revved the engine on my car, left the parking lot in the dust and was a block away from Malcon’s office before I realized where I was going.

  I still hadn’t managed to quell my anger. Oh, well. He was going to get it now.

  Fifteen minutes later, my three-inch heels pounded a staccato beat on the marble floor of the huge building that housed the international organization owned by the wolf pack. It was a good thing I was wearing my usual backless blouse today because I was so pissed I couldn’t have kept my wings in if I tried. The air crackled around me as I moved, and everyone in the vicinity either turned to stare at me or jumped out of my way. I somehow doubted I’d have that kind of effect on the Alpha, which just pissed me off even more. The wolf would be lucky if he didn’t come out of this neutered.

  A bony woman leapt to her feet when I entered the reception area of the pack leader headquarters. Her welcoming smile deflated when she got a good look at my face. “Ms. Parthon. What a surprise. Can I—”

  I heard the low, sexy timbre of Malcon’s voice coming through an open doorway and I walked toward it. The receptionist gasped and babbled some protest, but I ignored her. I was not giving Malcon a chance to refuse to see me. He was dealing with me right now. Period.

  Storming into the room, I didn’t even pause when I saw a huge meeting was taking place. Men ringed a long conference table with Malcon at its head. He had a look of calm control that reminded me how out of control I felt, which did nothing to improve my mood.

  “Pixie.” He was on his feet the moment he spotted me and every other person in the room leapt to follow suit. His gaze cut to the woman trailing in behind me. “It’s all right, Martha.” His gaze returned to me. “What can I do for you?”

  I tilted my head to the side, widened my eyes and propped my hand on a cocked hip. “Gee, I don’t know, but did you hear the local werewolf Alpha was mated last night? I saw it on the news. I wanted to come and congratulate you.”

  And that’s when it hit him just how pissed I was. I watched the realization flash in his eyes, but not a flicker of emotion crossed his otherwise contained expression. He looked at me while he addressed everyone else. “Gentlemen, give us the room. Now.”

  I’d never seen werewolves scatter and scurry so fast in my life. It would have been more satisfying if it hadn’t been Malcon who made it happen.

  He sat back in his chair, steepling his fingers and pressing them to his lips as he regarded me for a long moment
. I thought a small smile quirked his lips, but it was gone so fast I couldn’t be sure. “You certainly know how to make an entrance.”

  “What can I say?” My smile was saccharine enough to send him into sugar shock, and I gave a delicate shrug. “I’m in show business.”

  He sighed and dropped his palms to the table in front of him. “I’m uncertain why you’re upset about our mating. Want to give me a hint?”

  “I had to find out about it on the news, Malcon!” I threw up my hands and started pacing back and forth in front of the table. My wings swished every time I turned. “You have to be kidding me.”

  “Why are you surprised? I asked you before I bit you.” Standing, he approached my end of the table cautiously, as if I were some kind of rabid animal.

  I snorted and folded my arms, which drew his dark gaze to my breasts. “I’ve been bitten by werewolves and vampires during sex before.”

  His eyes closed as awful realization crossed his handsome face. He swallowed hard. “You don’t need to be having sex for a mate bite to work. It’s not like a regular bite anyway. It’s a magical marking.”

  “I got that when I saw the scar on my neck. That was definitely not something I’ve had before.” Like a magical STD I would never be able to get rid of. I nearly snarled at the thought. He had no right to rope me into something like this. Being wolf queen had a million strings attached, and I’d only been looking for a one-nighter. How had this happened? “This can’t be real. I’m going to wake up any moment, I know it.”

  He sighed and opened his eyes. “I thought you were willing, but…we are mated.”

  “According to you and your kind, maybe. Not to me and mine.” I fluttered my wings for emphasis.

  His gaze sharpened. “How do the Fae mate?”