Anew: Kindred Series

by DJ Phoenix

  Before she knew it, one strong arm seeped under her thighs, while the other secured her tiny waist. Luke raised her off the chair, never breaking their kiss. He held her close to his chest as he walked down the short hallway to the bedroom. A short moment of doubt hit her as Luke broke their kiss to open the door.

  Was she ready to have sex with Luke? She didn’t even know him very well. Maybe she should stop this, at least until they talked.

  Before she could boast her concern, Luke had entered the room and was feathering kisses on her lips and across her jaw, stopping to inhale deeply when he reached the spot right below her ear. His moan was enough to make her lose her moment of clarity, and she shifted in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

  Chapter 11

  Luke

  Luke couldn’t help moaning in approval as he inhaled Cynthia’s scent. It was the sweetest, most erotic scent he had ever smelled. Then Cynthia wiggled in his arms and he loosened his grip, allowing her to move. To his surprise, she shifted, wrapping her legs around his waist. His arousal strained against his pants, and he knew she could feel how hard he was as her apex rubbed against the zipper of his now too-tight jeans.

  Her eyes went wide, and a devilish smile appeared on her lips.

  Before he could ask her if she was sure, she undulated her hips, rubbing against him. He took that as confirmation of his unasked question and stepped toward the bed, lowering her gently.

  She loosened her legs from his waist as he feathered kisses from her lips, down her jaw to her neck, and back up again. Lingering and tasting the delicate spot where her neck met her shoulder; where she would eventually bare his mark. He captured her mouth, and she moaned sweetly.

  The sound was like an aphrodisiac, driving him on. He kissed her thoroughly, slipping his hands under her tank top. He caressed her soft skin, making his way up her taut stomach. He rubbed his thumbs on the underside of her breasts, feeling her body quiver as she arched her back, begging for more, and he obliged, running his hands over her breasts. He took his time scraping his fingernails over each one of her pert nipples, feeling them pebble and harden with arousal. He was rewarded with soft mewling sounds that somehow were connected to his groin, making his member jerk with each sweet sound.

  Deciding to give each perfectly shaped mound the attention they deserved. He raised her tank top and dipped his head, taking one nipple into his mouth through the material of her lacy bra, while his other hand began to knead her other nipple. Her moans became throatier.

  The scent of her arousal permeated the air, and his wolf pushed against the tight hold he was keeping him under, wanting to take control and claim their mate. The beast didn’t understand that they couldn’t claim their mate yet; he saw things in black and white, and at the moment, their mate was laid out in front of them, ready to be claimed. Luke, however, knew their mate needed to be wooed and eased into their world before she would accept their mark, so he kept the beast under control for now.

  After giving each nipple proper homage, he kissed his way down her ribs, across her flat stomach, and up again. He licked and tasted as he went reveling in her sweet taste. When he reached her bra again, he swiftly pulled the tank top off and unsnapped the offending garment, removing it to expose her bountiful breasts.

  His wolf was pleased with their mate, and a contented reverberation broke through his chest. Soon they would claim their mate, but not today.

  “Luke, please …” She raised her hips, attempting to gain friction, but he held her in place. His hands roamed her luscious curves as her body quivered beneath his rough hands. He could smell how aroused she was, and it was making it hard for him to control his own urges. However, he wanted this to be about her. He would take what she had to offer in due time, but right now he concentrated on her needy body, on giving her as much pleasure as she would take.

  He sat back on his haunches and admired her nakedness. Her breasts rose and fell with a hypnotic rhythm—twin peaks that fit perfectly in his hands—her nipples responsive and pert. He raked his gaze across her flushed face. Her lips were parted and her breath came out in short pants as her eyes hooded with desire and the scent of her arousal filled the room. He couldn’t believe what a lucky bastard he was to have this beautiful creature settled beneath him, rendering everything to him.

  Locking his gaze with hers, he reached for the waist of her pants and swiftly pulled them off. He brought the arch of her left foot to his mouth and kissed, suckling it gently. Her hips bucked, but he continued to hold her in place, never breaking eye contact. He rained kisses up her calf, stopping at the soft skin beneath her knee. He nipped and licked, extracting a loud moan from her. He moved to her inner thigh, licking and suckling as he went. Reaching her apex, he bypassed the sensitive area and continued onto her right leg, giving it the same care he’d given the other, then headed back down toward her center.

  He grazed her center with his teeth and felt one of her hands grip his hair. He looked up, worried she’d hurt her injured arm, but relaxed when he saw it was her other hand that now massaged his scalp.

  Her sweet voice called to him, and he smiled inwardly at the need he heard in it. “Please, Luke … I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

  That plea was enough to push him into losing the fine grip he had on his self-control.

  He sat back up and pulled her panties off in one swift move. His breath caught in his throat at what he uncovered. Her glistening sex was bare; no sign of the curls that nature had designed to cover her mound. His mouth watered and he gulped hard. All reason escaped him in that moment. All he could think of was the need to taste her, to stamp her sweet essence to memory.

  His wolf approved, and a soft growl escaped his now dry throat.

  He looked into her dilated eyes and lowered himself, positioning his head between her legs. He inhaled deeply and shuddered at the arousing scent. His tongue swept over her slick folds, teasing, and then delved between them, stroking the bundle of nerves there.

  Her enticing moans spurred him on.

  His fingers found her entrance and he circled it. Licking her juices from her inner folds, he swirled his tongue around then directed his attention to her entrance again. His tongue dipped inside her opening, moving in and out, creating a seductive rhythm, while at the same time his thumb stroked her nub. He concentrated on bringing her close to release and, when her little pleasure nub began to tighten, he withdrew.

  Her gasp of frustration made him chuckle.

  Making quick work of removing his jeans, he eased himself atop her, bracing himself on both elbows.

  She shifted her hips so her entrance aligned with his hardened member.

  Locking his gaze with hers, he pushed the length of his head into her opening; her tantalizing heat produced a shudder that ran down his spine. She was so tight he knew she would feel discomfort until she stretched to accommodate his larger size. With great restraint, he eased himself inside her. Pulling out a fraction and pushing a little deeper each time until he was finally buried to the hilt.

  He waited a few seconds, giving her a chance to adjust to his size. When a moan escaped her parted lips and her hips began to move, he knew she was ready.

  He began to move slowly at first, relishing in the feel of her tightness. He savored every long stroke, every sensation that wrapped around his shaft, sending tendrils of pleasure to the base of his spine. Her mewling sounds testified that she was lost in the throes of pleasure just as he was. He rotated his hips, switching to short thrusts and increasing his rhythm. Soon his thrusts became harder, faster, and deeper. She moved in time with him, meeting his every thrust, both taking as much as they were giving.

  Small gasps of pleasure escaped her lips as he continued to thrust. He crushed his lips to hers, kissing her long and hard as he moved inside her, pleased that her response was just as frantic. Their lips moved and their tongues danced to the same rhythm of his thrusts. In a matter of minutes, they were both panting, thrusting their hips err
atically, so close to release. She arched her back, pulled away from their kiss, and her cries of pleasure echoed through the room.

  Her climax brought forth his own release. He cried out as his seed spurted into her awaiting depth, and after one last thrust, he slumped over her, spent and sated.

  Cynthia wrapped her good arm around his back and moved her hand in soothing circles.

  He could’ve stayed there forever, but forced himself to roll off her, not wanting to crush her. Turning on his side, he snaked his left arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Cynthia buried her face in his chest, inhaling deeply. His wolf reverberated, and she giggled, her breath feathering his chest.

  “What’s so funny?” He could barely control the joy he felt at having her in his arms as he spoke.

  She giggled some more. “You make the funniest sounds. Almost like a cat purring when you rub its ear.”

  He replied, feigning indignation as he tightened his grip around her waist. “I assure you I am not a cat. I’m more like the big bad wolf.” He slid his left leg between her two and kissed her deeply.

  “Mmm … I think I like the big bad wolf.”

  “Cynthia … this … Having you with me like this is more than I ever imagined it would be. I know we barely know each other, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you in my life.” He looked at her, drinking in her beauty. “Please, say something …”

  Cynthia searched his eyes and, after a moment, her words surprised him. “Luke, I tried to fight the feelings growing inside me. I reasoned that I was just lonely, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And this …” She gestured between them. “I had never done something like this before. I mean, I’d had sex, but never with someone I’d just met.” She swallowed hard and continued as her doe eyes stared into his soul. “Luke, I’d very much like you in my life, too.”

  He tenderly ran his thumb along her cheekbone and brushed his lips across hers before claiming her mouth. She responded in kind, running her tongue across his bottom lip and nipping at it, then opening to grant him entrance once more. He delved into her hot cavern and relished the taste. They stayed in each other’s arms as they kissed and caressed each other. Soon, sleep claimed them both.

  Cynthia

  Cynthia awoke with a satisfied smile across her lips as she inhaled the male scent surrounding her like a cocoon. Her cheek rested on Luke’s hard chest and the hair that spread on his hard planes tickled at her nose. She could barely believe she was half sprawled on top of Luke, except the strong beat of his heart thrumming in her ear and the warmth of his skin seeping into her everywhere they touched testified to the fact.

  Over the course of a week she’d fallen head over heels for the man without even really knowing him; to the point of having amazing, mind-blowing sex with the guy. Her sister would call it love at first sight. She, on the other hand, wasn’t a believer in such a thing, but she couldn’t come up with any other way to explain the feelings surging through her.

  Luke stirred, bringing her out of her inner musings. His breath feathered her forehead and she tightened her eyes, not wanting the exquisite moment to end. “I know you’re awake, and I want to know what’s been brewing inside that pretty little head of yours since you awoke.”

  Cynthia giggled. “No, I’m still sleeping.”

  Luke’s voice deepened and she shivered. “Hmm … I had plans for our day, but I guess I really shouldn’t awaken you then.”

  Before Luke had a chance to say anything else, she attempted to swiftly straddle his hips. Forgetting about her injured arm, she leaned on it and yelped in pain, falling rather ungracefully back onto the bed.

  Luke shot up and took hold of her throbbing limb. “I’m sorry, we really shouldn’t have …” He trailed off but quickly recovered. “You’re hurt, you should be resting.”

  “No! It’s absolutely okay. I just forgot about my arm. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” Cynthia gave Luke her best I’m okay look and smiled as his resolve wavered.

  Inhaling deeply, he leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “You’ve bewitched me, you know.” His breath caressed the tender skin on her neck. “I can’t imagine leaving your side anytime in the near future.”

  His words made Cynthia’s heart leap and beat to an erratic rhythm. She had never experienced such feelings, not even when she thought herself madly in love with her ex. For so long she’d kept herself from feeling anything for the opposite sex. Her walls had been firmly in place, protecting her, until she’d bumped into Luke that day at the grocery store. It scared her to no avail, but at the same time it felt right. Could she allow herself to believe this could work? Could she open herself up to the possibilities his words promised? She barely knew him, after all.

  Luke broke her train of thought as his hand roamed her breasts, his fingertips just barely gracing her nipples. A soft, needy whimper escaped her lips as his hand withdrew. He chuckled and nipped at her earlobe. “Hmmm … so needy.”

  An hour later, as they lay in bed in a tangle of limbs, Cynthia’s stomach rumbled. Heat spread up her neck to her cheeks, and she giggled, embarrassed.

  Luke gave her a quick squeeze before detangling himself and sitting up. “It’s mid-morning. You are taking pain medication and I haven’t fed you. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable and I’ll get us some breakfast?” Before she could say anything, Luke slipped his jeans on and made his way out the door, leaving her to her thoughts.

  Cynthia knew she was in trouble. She had just experienced the most amazingly hot night of her life, and she barely knew the man. Somehow, though, she didn’t feel like it had been a mistake. She had been cautious with her decisions for so long. Keeping any man that showed any interest effectively away and out of her life had been her goal for the past two years. She had lived merely focused on surviving each day.

  The smell of eggs and coffee reached her nose, and her stomach rumbled once again. Deciding food was a necessity, she grabbed a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt and made her way to the bathroom. After taking care of her morning needs, she stood in the bathroom, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

  The woman looking back at her had a glow she had never seen before. Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks were rosy and her lips looked slightly fuller; most likely from all the kissing the night before. Love did good things to her appearance. Wait, did she just think the L word? This was so not happening! Her gut told her to embrace all the feelings inundating her, but her brain couldn’t just accept it; it went against all the rational logic she had settled into after her divorce. She had made a mistake once, believed in love and a man that had shattered her dreams. After waking up to reality, she had promised herself to never let that happen again. She had made up her mind that relationships should be more practical—mutual agreements where two people enjoyed each other’s company without the gushy feelings that complicated everything.

  Luke’s voice broke her train of thought. “Cynthia? Are you alright? You’ve been in there a while.”

  “I’m fine,” she called out through the closed door. “Just finishing up.” She opened the door a little too quickly. “Breakfast sounds great!” But she managed a sincere smile as she stepped out of the small bathroom.

  Luke had been standing just outside the door when she walked out, causing her to almost run right into him. He reached out to caress her cheek, the tender touch sending a bolt of electricity down her spine. Her cheeks became rosier and he smiled. “You look absolutely adorable, and even more beautiful, when you blush.” He stepped back, letting her step further into the small hallway, then took her hand. “Come, let’s eat before breakfast gets cold.”

  Breakfast was a feast that could have easily fed six people. Luke had cooked a stack of pancakes, a mountain of hash browns, what looked like two packs of bacon, and a whole carton of scrambled eggs. There was coffee already in the pot and two place settings at the table. He ushered her to a seat and went about serving her a plate, serving himself after he had made sure she
had all she needed.

  Cynthia admired Luke’s physique as he moved around the kitchen. His broad, tanned shoulders tapered down to a slim waist, where a trail of dark hair disappeared below his waistband. Strong legs and a rear that made her think of things that should only be thought of in the bedroom were discernible through the denim of his jeans. Defined abs that were more of an eight-pack made her hands itch with the need to run her hands over every rippling muscle. She was lost in her musings when Luke cleared his throat and his chair scraped the floor as he pulled it out to take a seat.

  She jumped, spilling a little of her coffee. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where I just went. I was deep in thought and …”

  Luke interrupted her before she could embarrass herself further. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m all yours to look at and admire. Just let me know how you would like me, and I’ll happily oblige.” His lips spread into a sexy smile and a playful glint appeared in his eyes.

  Her cheeks turned even more crimson, and she made a futile attempt at a less embarrassing excuse. “I was not admiring anything! I was simply thinking and staring at nothing.” She shoved some food in her mouth to stop talking and moaned. The food was delicious! She hated that she had just moaned out loud, though; over food, mind you, but still, he had just been hinting at things sexual and she had moaned! She risked a look at him and cringed when she saw his smile had turned seductive and the look in his eyes had gone from playful to lustful. Deciding to get past the current steamy situation, she continued to eat, making sure not to make any more embarrassing sounds.

  Luke reached across the table and squeezed her hand lightly. “I need to drive into town. The part I ordered for the heater arrived and I need to pick it up. I don’t want to leave you alone, so Mindy and Christy are coming over to keep you company.”