Loveless: A BWWM Wolf Shifter Romance (The Alpha Series Book 2)

by Brooklyn Knight

  Thirteen

  Vince

  ‘Pink Crystals’

  Nightfall arrived quickly. I had not returned to the cottage to see Shenique all day, even though everything in me wanted to. I had forced myself not to. This woman, she was completely aware of my raw need for her, and I did not like the way my wolf was dictating my behavior. Despite what my beast believed, I was on a mission, and it did not involve claiming and mating a strange female.

  Strange...

  Even thinking the word felt like a lie. Her lips did not feel strange, and neither did that fucking pussy; and I could only imagine how at-home my cock would feel inside of its wet, sultry depths. Clearly, it was not that I did not entertain these thoughts, but the fact was, other matters were more pressing. We needed to find this Loveless concoction and use it to separate my brother from his fucking mate. The conversation I’d had with Remi in my bedroom solidified this fact.

  It was obvious, neither business nor our blood bond mattered to him anymore, and I was tired of him telling me what to do. He thought he could choose when and where we communicated, when before his stupid trip to Miami, we were inseparable. And now, he had the nerve to recommend that I meet someone? As if meeting Sasha was not enough?

  Fuck him!

  Things were different now, but not just for him, for me too, and he would learn this soon enough. As far as I could tell, the only thing that would restore his sanity and our bond would be the destruction of the one he had formed with his mate, and Shenique would help me do this. This was the purpose of our connection.

  The minute the moon had lifted into the sky, I figured enough time had passed, and I was ready to head back to the cottage. By now, Shenique would have had two meals, plus snacks. I had ordered the chefs to prepare a feast for her. I knew she would not eat all of it – she was still in recovery – but I did not want her to require anything while I was away. All I wanted was for her to rest so we could start the task we had agreed upon.

  It took me twenty minutes to arrive at the cottage, and when I got there, it was lit up like a Christmas tree, and a thin trail of smoke was snaking from the chimney. My attendants would have left hours ago, which would mean Shenique had been up and about, despite my instruction to rest and heal.

  I marched to the door and when I opened it, fury enveloped me at the sight of Shenique limping across the room to a tray of snacks, wearing a silk housecoat, that clung to her curves. Momentarily distracted, I pulled my eyes away from those rounded hips.

  “What are you doing?” I growled at her.

  She jumped in shock, and biscotti fell from her hands onto the floor. She clasped her hand over her heart. “Shit, Vince! Did you have to roll up in here like that? Shouting, and growling, and shit? You scared the living daylights out of me,” she claimed.

  “Good,” I huffed, marching over to where she stood frozen. With a swift move, I picked her up and swung her over my shoulder, stalking back to the bed.

  She banged my back and tried to wriggle out of my grasp.

  “Stop fighting me,” I commanded.

  “This is one hundred per cent unnecessary,” she contested, fuming. “I don’t need you to carry me. I can walk!”

  “Yes, I fucking saw that much.”

  She turned rigid. “And my ass is out! Are you serious right now?”

  “I have seen your ass before,” I reminded her, and then my nose wrinkled. I stopped walking. “You need a bath.”

  She jerked. “Ex-cuse me?”

  Instead of going for the bed, I turned and headed for the bathroom. “Why were you out of bed and walking around when I told you, you needed to be recuperating?” I snapped.

  She was as stiff as a wrought iron pole, but the sensation of her softness was cutting me. “Make up your mind,” she said. “Either I’m in bed, needing a bath, or I’m walking around, trying to do something for my-damn-self! I’m not used to being laid up in a bed, immobile, Vince; and I’m definitely not used to having anybody do shit for me. I’m a strong independent woman. Put. Me. Down!” she demanded through her teeth.

  “No.” I stomped to the bathroom, ripping the robe off her as I did so.

  She gasped. “What the hell are you doing?”

  I did not answer her rhetorical question. Instead, I eased her naked body into the custom-made claw-foot tub and turned on the faucet. Steaming water cascaded over her feet and started creeping up her toned, brown thighs.

  My jaw clenched with ridiculous jealousy. Quickly, I turned on the cold water to moderate the temperature.

  “I can do this myself,” she spat. “I don’t need your help, and you definitely shouldn’t see me like this.”

  Again, I said nothing. I opened a gold-trimmed cabinet and pulled out a bottle of pink crystals. They were special crystals which would calm her nerves, almost to the point of putting her in a trance. This was what she needed. To relax. She was too uptight.

  When I poured the crystals into the bath, they released a powerful, therapeutic fragrance that forced Shenique’s body to melt under the water. Her shoulders, previously taut, now sagged, and her eyes closed. I watched her sink into the frothy, rising water, and seeing her comfort, I released the breath I had not known I was holding.

  I turned a knob on the wall and dimmed the lights.

  Shenique’s eyes peeked open and she sighed. “I really don’t need your help,” she alleged, but her voice was feather-soft, almost suggestive. “I’m getting better, Vince. I can... do it myself.”

  “You don’t have to. I am here now,” I responded, trying my best to ignore the swells of heat making my cock rise.

  My wolf purred and I ignored it.

  I took a sponge from a rack and knelt beside the tub. I dipped it in the water, allowing the heat and moisture to be absorbed into its pores, and then I dragged it across her body. I started on her back, turning the sponge in small rhythmic circles, and my eyes grew heavy. My fucking breathing slowed. I slid the sopping sponge down the crease of her firm back until it reached the crest of her ass.

  “Merda...” I growled.

  Shenique exhaled. “What does that mean?” Her voice was no more than a sigh, dripping with temptation.

  I swallowed. “It means shit.”

  Her eyes peeped open. “Is that what I smell like?”

  I burst into laughter and the sponge dropped from my hand. “You do not smell like shit,” I informed her, “not anymore.”

  She rolled her eyes at me and then they closed again.

  I dipped my hand into the water and retrieved the sponge, liking the curious way she was making me feel. I had never felt so light or whimsical. It was a very foreign feeling, but I enjoyed it.

  Yes, this is why Remi has lost his mind, I concluded. But does this mean Shenique is more than a stranger?

  Yes, the beast answered.

  My hand touched the sponge, but when they grazed the velvety lips of her pussy, my lengthening teeth clamped down over my lip.

  Shenique moaned. “Vinny...”

  I continued my task, trying to stay focused, but this nickname...

  I squeezed the sponge over her chest, hand trembling, and watched as the water poured over her pert breasts like precipitation; and when the brown centers popped up, my mouth watered.

  You are torturing us, the animal claimed. Why are you doing this? We can only take so much. We are not made of steel.

  Yet again, the fucking beast was correct, so I hastened the task, even as my cock pushed against my jeans, making comfort impossible. “Now you are clean,” I choked out. I lifted myself to retrieve a terry towel, but Shenique gripped my arm.

  “Vinny...” Her voice was a throaty whisper.

  I stared at her, eyes quivering with pent up lust and anticipation, and the way she was looking at me, with eyes so big, and round, and soft, it was doing little to ease my ache.

  Her eyes fluttered, and her hold loosened on my arm.

  I frowned. “What is it?” I asked carefully.

  Sh
e drew her bottom lip between her teeth, and her eyes filled with embarrassment and worry. “Don’t... leave me,” she said, “tonight. I don’t want you to go.”

  My jaw jerked tight as I assessed her posture; but on second thought, assessing her posture was the last thing I should have done. She was covered in foam, and translucent bubbles decorated her brown nipples. Big drops of water slid from the hollow of her neck. My breath hitched. “You are not thinking with your rational mind,” I informed her in a strained whisper. “The crystals, they are designed to – ”

  “It’s not the crystals,” she said, shaking her head. “I know what I’m saying. I have dreams. Nightmares,” she clarified. “I’ve been getting them since I was a little girl and...” Her voice faded and her chin dropped. “I just don’t want you to leave,” she muttered.

  My chest hitched as a shot of adrenaline coursed through my veins. The thought of something upsetting her troubled me. Just like with the wolves, there was a strong urge to protect this woman, and I did not understand it, but that did not matter.

  “Fine,” I agreed with a desperate grunt. “I will sleep on the couch and – ”

  Her shaking curls interrupted my speech. “Not on the couch,” she countered. “In fact...” Her eyes were heavy with desire. My cock jumped.

  “What about our agreement?” I asked, but I was already stepping out of my jeans and sneakers. Now, Shenique’s eyes were fixed on my tented boxer briefs. I ran my thumb under the band, allowing the aching head of my cock to be set free.

  She swallowed. “We can... get back to that later,” she barely whispered. “For now, just don’t leave.”

  Fuck!

  I was on the brink of madness. Earlier, I had walked away from her and forced both me and my wolf to behave. All fucking day, I had been fighting the urge to be next to her. It had been insane, torture in its purest form, but now I was with her and she wanted me to stay. It was all I needed to hear.

  I dragged my shirt over my head, and Shenique’s lips parted. She moistened them, almost causing me to shatter. She eased forward, and I slipped behind her, adjusting myself so that she was seated between my thighs. My cock dug into her ass, as she rested her head on my chest.

  I ran my hands over her toned shoulders and through her drenched curls.

  She moaned.

  “You should not make these sounds,” I advised, taking a fistful of her thick tresses into my hands. I tugged her head back until her throat was exposed. Then I kissed it, ran my tongue down it’s silky length. I needed to taste her skin. My teeth lengthened, but I forced them to recede.

  I created a haphazard trail with the point of my tongue, from her nape to her shoulder, and Shenique trembled under my affection. The growl that rose in my throat was enough to send her scampering away, but another moan of desire filtered through the room and bounced off the walls.

  She is not afraid of us, the wolf noted, but I did not want his commentary. All I wanted was...

  Under the water, her hand moved between her legs.

  “What are you doing?” I asked. My tone was full of disapproval.

  Her response was another throaty moan. Her teeth clamped over her lip.

  “I told you, I am here now,” I whispered. “I will take care of you.” I stretched my arm over her thighs, desperate to experience the silk of her pussy on my fingertips. I slid one inside, and her sheath stiffened around it. Then I inserted another and stroked her until her body was rocking against my hand, forcing my desperate digits deeper inside. Within minutes, she was crying out in unfiltered ecstasy. The sound of her high-pitched vocals made my entire body stiffen, and my wolf joined her melodious chorus. Her body shuddered under the water, and I pressed my hand against her pulsing flower.

  Her pleasure calls pleased both me and my wolf. We would pleasure her all fucking night, if this was what she wanted, but as for me, I wanted more.

  I needed more.

  “Let me put my cock inside of you, Carina,” I murmured against her ear. I dragged my cheek against hers. “Just this once.”

  “Once?”

  I chortled. “Maybe twice...”

  She did not protest.

  Easily, I took her into my arms and twisted her so that she was sitting on my lap. Her ass was ample, fluffy, spilling over me in a way that made my cock even stiffer than it already was. Immediately, it disappeared inside of her tightness, and immediately, my eyes rolled away.

  Just as I had suspected, this woman was no stranger.

  Her pussy was like zabione and panna cotta.

  Her pussy was like fucking home.

  Every and anything I was missing had been found in that very moment.

  My fucking beast was right: this woman could only be mine. Her pussy could only belong to me.

  Shenique undulated against me, raking her breasts against my chest, each time, her pussy sucking my cock out and then drawing it back in. Her fingers raked through my hair sending wild shivers all over my body, until they came to a firm rest on the back of my neck.

  “Fuck me, Vinny,” she demanded.

  “I will fuck you, Carina,” I rasped, throat thick.

  I fed my cock into her with slow pumps that agonized both her and me. I gripped her trim waist and lifted her until the tip of my cock was at the edge of her folds, then with a firm drop, I’d settle her back onto my lap.

  Her neck whipped back and forth. Water from her curls flung behind her and into my face. Finally, I could take no more. Her erotic demands and the sexy look marking her face was too much for me to bear. The way her lips fell slightly open, especially the bottom one, was enough to drive me insane. I covered her mouth with mine. A whimper slid down my throat, as I drove myself into her.

  “Mine,” I growled. My voice was half animal, half human. “You fucking belong to me. No one else will have you.”

  Shenique’s grip on me tightened as she climaxed. The water should have disguised her release, but I would not dare miss the feel of her sensual cream sliding down my shaft.

  But I wanted her to come again.

  I drove into her, harder, faster. Water sloshed over the side of the tub, creating puddles on the floor. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and sucked her throat, drawing just enough blood to the surface to make her cry out.

  “Oh, Vinny!” And then she came again.

  “Shey...” Her name was all I needed to say. In an instant, I ripped her off me, and my semen shot into the air. Shenique dropped her mouth to my cock and sucked the head, tasting my power. A puff of purple erupted into the atmosphere, but as quickly as it appeared, it vanished. Strangely, the sight of it demanded another ejaculation, which only had one place to travel: down her throat.

  My body turned limp, but I pulled her into my arms and kissed her mouth. The salty taste of my sperm touched my tongue. Our passion slowed, and she rested her head on my shoulder.

  I held her, not wanting to let her go. Ever.

  Fourteen

  Vince

  ‘Independent Woman’

  MOMENTS AFTER WE HAD reached our pinnacles, she was still shuddering. I tightened my arms around her and drew in her potent scent. Shenique smelled delicious, and it had nothing to do with the pink crystals.

  A million things raced through my mind, including curiosity about the purple cloud that seemed to come out of her, but at the top of the list was only one thing...

  “Who the fuck is Gerald?” I muttered.

  Instantly, her body tensed and she tried to jerk away from me, but I gripped her close, forcing our bodies to stay connected. I stared into her face, and when I saw her eyes pool with emotion, I flinched. My mouth wrinkled and I released her.

  Shenique hopped out of the tub and pulled a towel off the rack.

  I followed, not wanting to be away from her.

  “I told you not to ask me about that,” she seethed. She whipped the towel around her body and swiped at her cheek. Shenique stomped towards the door, but I reached out and pulled her back.

>   I searched her eyes for a second, before placing, what I hoped was, a reassuring kiss on her mouth. I tucked a drenched curl behind her ear. “You did tell me this, so I will not ask about it again,” I whispered the promise. My eyes were stinging, but I tried to ignore it. I swallowed. “What about Loveless?”

  She shrugged her fatigued shoulders and nodded, but it was obvious that she was flustered. “You’re right,” she said running her hand over her hair. “We should definitely reinstate our agreement and... start searching for it now.”

  I shook my head. “I did not mean it that way,” I clarified, trailing my fingers over her cheek. “You drank it, and yet, you... desire me. I wonder how it is possible.”

  “It’s only lust,” she answered quickly, dismissing our intimate encounter.

  I frowned, trying to ignore the pinch her response had delivered. “Is that all it is?”

  Silence.

  My heart jerked and my eyes fell from hers. “Whatever has hurt you, I want to know about it.”

  “Why?” she snapped.

  I paused. “Because I would like to... see if I can make it right,” I replied cautiously.

  Shenique backed away from me, and I could smell her ferocious fear. It stung my nostrils. Obviously, the effects of the crystals were wearing off, because every wall she had ever constructed was re-erecting itself before my very eyes. Shenique was made of brick and mortar, and her heart was locked in a metal cage with no key.

  “You can’t make anything right, Vince, so please, don’t say that. Like, ever again. And for the record, the only thing I need you to make better is my sister’s relationship with your brother; and we’ve already come to an agreement for how we can do that. You want the truth in blood?”

  She had no idea how accurate her statement was.

  “I’m attracted to you,” she continued, oblivious to my raging thoughts. “I’m a woman, and you’re a... very handsome man...” she paused. “A very handsome man with a really big dick...” she shook her head, “and sometimes that’s what happens when two people are horny and they hook up. They fuck.”