Vulfen Tracker's Bliss [Vulfen Cadre 6] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Laina Kenney

  She ate too much to make herself feel more grounded, but the wonderful foods only served to awaken her senses further. By the end of the meal, she was in a state of high arousal and her system was buzzing with more than the sugar overload.

  * * * *

  “Shall we go dancing after this?” Egan asked. His question was normal, and if the tone of it was deep and husky, there was nothing he could do about it.

  Every time Bliss took a bite of something new, her eyelashes fluttered, and he felt each little flutter deep in his belly. He was on the edge, tormented by thoughts of dragging his mate out of the restaurant to feast on her instead.

  She had him so damn hot it was a wonder he didn’t set the tablecloth on fire.

  He was fighting a losing battle with his vulfen instincts and his iron control as a warrior. From moment to moment he couldn’t say for sure that he was winning but he was damned sure there must be claw puncture marks on the underside of the table.

  It pleased his wolf so much to see his mate enjoying her food. Though his cock was hard and ready, he was strangely content to wait and watch his beautiful mate eating. That was the only reason they were still eating and not already in his bed. It was very much a part of their first mating ritual, for the vulfen male to hand feed his female, but Egan hadn’t realized how powerful the feelings would be.

  It was a good thing the waiters were experienced with vulfen aggression and kept well back from Bliss when they delivered the courses. Even though Egan knew most of them, when another male got too near to his unclaimed mate, his wolf surged forward.

  He was under control, but he knew that his eyes were glowing and his fangs were just a bit too pointy. It didn’t seem that sweet Bliss or the nearby diners noticed any great difference, but he felt it. His female was unclaimed and he was an inch away from blast off.

  A human male ushered his female past their table, and Egan couldn’t help but glance to see if the male’s eyes rested too long on Bliss. Luckily, the human smiled then looked away. Egan relaxed.

  “No,” Bliss said, and Egan looked into her eyes, startled by the refusal.

  No?

  His wolf stilled, hunting quiet.

  “Is this date over?” he asked slowly. If Bliss said the date was over, he would take her home and let it end, but it would just about kill his wolf to do it. Letting his pretty young mate walk away was not on man or wolf’s agenda for the night.

  Pleasuring her and wallowing in her scent, yes. Letting her go home to a lonely bed, no.

  “No, no, I don’t mean no. But—” Her cheeks flushed an adorable deep pink. “I want to—I don’t want to dance. I want—” She stopped with a quick glance at the waiter walking past. She pressed her lips together.

  Egan waited, but she did not continue. He reached across the table and took her hand in his, stroking his thumb over the soft skin of her wrist.

  “Anything you want,” he said in a low tone. He meant it.

  If his wolf kept him up all night in a fever of need, so be it. He would let her walk away.

  “I want—” Her voice was high and tight. “I want you,” she said in a rush and his body strung him out on a wave of lust so acute, he lost his breath. His muscles tensed and his cock ached and throbbed. He had never been more ready or more potent. He could count every heavy beat of his blood in his rampant erection and his fangs had already dropped to full extension.

  “Anything.”

  Chapter 9

  Half a block down from the restaurant, Egan tugged her off the sidewalk and into a little neighborhood park. The streetlights were lit against the growing darkness, but the park was quiet, deserted. Her peep-toe flats meant that she could feel the cold dampness of the dew, in spite of the unseasonably warm evening, and she shivered.

  “Bliss.”

  His voice was rough with lust and the message quivered in the swollen tissues of her pussy. Her sweet moisture rained down in welcome.

  His nostrils flared and his eyes seemed to glow with a wild intensity. His big hand burned where it slid up her back.

  “Egan.” It came out as a squeak as he backed her up in a delicious slow motion stalk until her back met the textured bark of the old tree. His wide chest, scarcely less hard than the tree, came up against her tingling breasts and one strong solid thigh insinuated itself between hers. He moved his body and set off little electric shocks in all over her nerve endings.

  The heat of his body made her arch and her breasts rubbed against him, the layers of silk in between no barrier at all. She gasped involuntarily as sensation shot down to her swollen pussy. She was ready to beg him if she could get the words out, but she wasn’t sure what to ask for. And they had barely gotten started.

  Thumb skimming her chin, fingers curling around her vulnerable throat, he tilted her head up and fastened his carnal mouth to hers and then there was no more thought, only a delicious erotic fire flaming in her blood.

  He whispered something in a language she had never heard and then dove in for another long, deep taste. And all the while, he massaged her pulse with one hot hand and plucked and rolled her stiff nipple with the other. His hard chest kept her pinned to the tree, holding her still for long drugging kisses while she rode the strong column of his thigh with increasing desperation.

  “Egan, please,” she said, and her voice was low and smoky, so different that she was surprised.

  “Please what?”

  He pinched her nipple just then and she undulated against his body. His eyes seemed to glow, catching and reflecting light in the semidarkness. The sight of his tanned hand on the creamy pale skin of her breast sent a wave of sweet heat through her.

  He slid his face down the centre of her body until his mouth was over her mound and his hands roamed her thighs. She gasped in shock when his head disappeared under her skirt.

  His fingers slid her damp panties aside and his thumbs parted her. The featherlight stroke of his tongue froze her in place, eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably.

  The second swipe electrified her into a silent scream. Her head fell back and her body curled toward his mouth in a slow sensuous reflex.

  His tongue dipped inside in a tiny tease and she cried out.

  “Tell me what you like.”

  Bliss blinked, but her thoughts were swirling like his clever tongue and she couldn’t form a reply. She couldn’t breathe or think.

  “Talk to me,” he said, and his voice was muffled and vibrating against her pussy.

  His teeth scraped and the sensation shot through her blood, but it wasn’t enough. She stared up into the leaves of the tree above but she couldn’t focus. He was making her blind and desperate.

  “More,” she said. It was the only word she knew.

  He nuzzled into her and slurped at her wet flesh. The sounds of his enjoyment were muffled, indistinct. One finger teased her, brushing round and round at her throbbing entrance.

  When he slid his finger up and in, she whimpered. He curled that finger and pressed and she detonated on a wave of intense heat. She could feel her internal muscles closing around his finger, gripping and caressing.

  His low growl pulsated against her most intimate flesh. His whole face pressed against her where she was wet.

  She grabbed a handful of thick hair at the back of his head and tugged at him. He was still under her skirt and didn’t seem in any hurry to leave. His mouth never stopped moving.

  “Get me someplace where we can finish this.” She rolled her hips against him in an ageless demand. “Somewhere not public. And I mean now.”

  * * * *

  Egan pulled back and looked into her bright blue eyes, narrowed with pleasure and determination. When she nudged him again with her hips, the delicious taste of her still on his lips, he swore he saw stars.

  His mate was in his arms, smelling like heaven and making sweet demands. It was the best place he had ever been in his life.

  He stood and nipped her lips once, just because she was so beautiful, then stepped
back a fraction of an inch.

  “Okay, somewhere not public. Not public.” He had to repeat her instructions out loud to keep himself from just pushing her against the tree and taking them both to heaven right there. He wanted to be inside her sweet body more than anything. He didn’t think his young mate would appreciate her first time being against a tree close to a public street, but his wolf didn’t care.

  “Where did you park the truck, for heaven’s sake?”

  She sounded both aroused and annoyed and the hint of huskiness in her voice made his body throb with urgent need.

  He knew what she needed and he stood high and hard, ready to deliver.

  He somehow managed to get them both into the truck and back to his little farm house without killing them, but he was damned lucky the police hadn’t seen his driving. He parked in front of the house with a profound sense of relief.

  He turned to speak to Bliss, but suddenly she was in his arms. Her little hands fisted in his hair, her sweet mouth was within reach, and nothing else mattered. He landed soft and sank in with a sigh.

  He kissed his way down her body, lingering in all the places that made her arch and moan.

  He smoothed her skirt up her thighs and spread them apart. Her panties he dealt with in one swipe of a claw and then heaven was before him.

  She froze, seeming to realize how very vulnerable she was, spread open like his personal banquet, but when she cleared her throat as if to speak, Egan hushed her.

  “You are beautiful. My Bliss,” he said and dragged his eyes away from her pretty body to look into her eyes. “Relax, sweet girl. This could take a while.”

  Her thighs trembled and then parted on a sigh.

  The surge of triumph that rushed through him almost started him howling.

  Slowly, he dipped his head to her pussy and nuzzled his face into the crisp blonde hair, searching for her elusive spice. The taste went straight to his head, and he settled in to explore with lips and tongue.

  He looked up once to see Bliss watching him with half-lidded eyes, one hand twisting a nipple with a lazy hand motion. He used his thumbs to part her further and kissed her body like he would her mouth.

  He wanted to give her romance and love words, to praise her, but his mouth was busy and he couldn’t relinquish her flesh. He could spend his life right where he was and think himself lucky.

  It crossed his mind that he should tell her the vulfen secret, show her his true nature before he took her for the first time and gave her the mating bite. Perhaps that would be kinder, but his wolf had waited long for a mate and now she was under him. The scent of her body calling to him was almost irresistible, and when Bliss screamed and bucked under him in her climax, the thought disappeared in the glory of his reality.

  The delicate spice of her release perfumed the truck cab and swam in his head like fine wine.

  * * * *

  Bliss could hear herself begging him in a voice both high and broken. She wanted one thing. More.

  Egan tore his shirt off over his head and unzipped his pants.

  At the first sight of his thick cock, springing free of its confinement, Bliss gasped then sighed as her body melted.

  He hung over her, braced on one arm, strong and perfect, light reflecting off his washboard abs and gleaming on the damp crown of his penis. His body was a work of art, but she didn’t want to share him with the world. He was for private viewing only.

  She licked her dry lips and saw a drop of pearly fluid appear from the tiny slit. Egan groaned long and low.

  Bliss reached for him and said the only thing she could think.

  “More.”

  He came down to her and she could feel his hair-roughened body from head to toe. He kissed her long and slow, and Bliss ran the soles of her feet up and down the backs of his legs.

  She was too hot and too empty and all she wanted was for him to show her what she had been waiting for.

  “Yes, my heart, my mate,” he whispered.

  She felt him then, pressing against her body, demanding entrance.

  Her body burned, resisted. She writhed and panted for a second, overwhelmed with the sudden pain after the incredible pleasure, and then he was inside. He stilled.

  Bliss met his eyes, startled. There was pain, and a stretching fullness that unnerved her, but she still wanted more. She wanted to know.

  Keeping her eyes on his, she moved just a little.

  She moaned and Egan swore. She was still so high, and her body was making demands she barely understood, but she knew that he understood. Why was he waiting? Why was he making her wait?

  She moved again.

  Egan shuddered, jaw clenched, and a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face.

  “Okay?” she asked.

  “Bliss,” he said through his teeth, and she wasn’t sure if he was saying her name or answering her question.

  She moved again and he slipped further inside on a rush of slick fluid. She flushed. She was very wet.

  His movement nudged against a place inside her that made her arch deeply into him. It was sharp and glorious and she did it again. The heat of their bodies was like a fiery inferno.

  “More,” she said and his response might have been a laugh.

  “Anything.”

  He moved slowly at first, setting up a shallow, gliding rhythm. His hair abraded her tender clit with each thrust.

  Bliss could feel the wet heat building in her core as he stroked in and out. Each movement of his body created a reply in hers, like a blazing echo that grew each time until it took on a life of its own.

  Bliss gripped his hips and urged him in deep.

  “More,” she said.

  Egan growled and plunged, bucking in her hold.

  Bliss gasped as the new faster rhythm sent sensation glittering up her body. Her legs twitched and parted further. Yes, she wanted more of that.

  He settled his face at her throat and sucked the skin into his mouth, pumping hard inside her. His surging penetration and his teeth at her throat thrilled and excited her.

  White hot lightning blasted up her spine at his subtle bite, and she shrieked. The truck went bright then dark, and his body tensed and shuddering above her was the only real thing in the world.

  Egan collapsed over her and they lay twined together, panting.

  He muttered something she didn’t quite hear.

  “Hmm?”

  “In the damn truck,” he said and she giggled.

  He rose up to look into her eyes.

  “Too fast?” he asked.

  Bliss smiled shyly.

  “I was the one going faster,” she said.

  He slapped her butt, then rubbed to soothe the sting.

  “Yes, you seemed to be in a hurry.” His voice was the sound of satisfaction.

  Bliss pushed at his chest and wriggled until she was mostly upright.

  “It was your fault,” she said righteously. “It happened faster than I thought it could. I didn’t know what I was doing. I had an idea—”

  “I like your ideas.”

  “—but I didn’t really know.”

  “What about all your books?” he asked. His voice was deep and slow, as lazy as the gleam in his eyes when she glanced over.

  Unbelievably, she felt her cheeks heating.

  “Well, the books said it might be difficult for the woman to have one orgasm, never mind three or four. The book didn’t have any chapters about you,” she said, struggling to right her bra and blouse.

  She was pleased to hear him laugh. She had heard so many stories from her friends of how their boyfriends pulled away after sex, that Egan’s hand stroking down her back felt like a bubble of joy inside her.

  Bliss had her top buttoned again and her skirt back down where it should be, but she couldn’t find her panties.

  “I can’t find—” She rummaged under the passenger seat and came up empty-handed. “Where could my panties be? I’ve searched everywhere. It’s a small cab.”


  “I may have eaten them.”

  She looked at him, startled at the idea, but he couldn’t keep a straight face and snickered. He looked smug, and it looked good on him, but she slapped his arm anyway.

  “Oh! Be serious.”

  He nuzzled her nose with his in an affectionate caress that burned through her annoyance. He helped her search and after a moment they found her panties draped over the steering wheel.

  “I’m always serious when I’m talking about getting my mouth anywhere near your sweet pussy.” He licked his lips in a way that made her pussy spasm in remembrance as she wiggled into her damp panties. “I’ve thought of little else for days.”

  “You’re kidding.” He had to be joking. Men didn’t think of that all the time, did they?

  “No, not kidding. Not a bit.” His smile was on the feral side. “I’m not suggesting anything awkward or detailed, but you could always ask my brother if I’ve been my usual self this week. I’m sure he’d be happy to tell you that I almost walked in front of a car yesterday. I was thinking of you, of getting my mouth on you.” His tongue click made her inner muscles clench on a rush of fluid. “The images in my head, while not as pretty as your reality, were way better than watching where I was going and I just about got creamed by a Mazda.”

  Bliss gasped and her hands flew to her mouth.

  “I wouldn’t have died. Probably. But it would have broken things, and then I couldn’t have provided what I just did for you.”

  He winked and she felt another unlikely blush steal up her cheeks.

  She shook her head to clear it. As if he could still make her blush after he had run his wise and witty tongue over every inch of her skin. The man was a severe danger to the female population.

  Well, they were all out of luck. Bliss had claimed him fair and square, and all her curious friends would just have to make do with the university boys. She was sympathetic, but not enough to encourage Egan to spread his talents around.