Dark Awakening

by T. A. Grey

  "Conlin stabbed him with a silver blade to the thigh. It hit his femoral. Luckily, he'll heal from it. It'll just take awhile." Alison gasped and cupped his pale cheek in her hand. If he'd been human, he would have been dead in minutes. Leaning over him gently, she pressed tearful kisses over his lips, cheeks, everywhere. She didn't realize they were alone until she heard the soft snick of the door closing.

  "Oh, Roman. I'm so sorry."

  "Don't be, beautiful."

  She gasped and pulled back to see his eyes open, albeit hooded. His lips pulled back into a gentle grin. She wanted to slap him for coming after her and hold him close all at the same time. His eyes roamed all over her face as if memorizing every detail.

  He cupped her cheek and she leaned into it. "Don't move, you need to rest." He shook his head at her words.

  "You need to rest. I just have a cut. You have many cuts."

  "Mine aren't deep." He looked pointedly at the large white bandage wrapped around her neck and she winced. "Okay, maybe just that one is. But honestly, Darien said I’m healing fine. I can feel it working."

  "Ah, come here," he said gruffly and pulled her into his arms. "How is the rest of you?"

  "Just feels like a sting right now." She relaxed into his hold and let his arms calm her. "What happened to Conlin?"

  He exhaled heavily. "This is the first I've really been up. I haven't even thought to ask anyone, to be honest. Last I remember, I ripped his throat out and was saving the righteous kill for you."

  Alison looked at him, her mouth gaping. "You ripped his throat out. Like with your bare hands?"

  He flushed a little. Even in the darkened room she could see it. "No, not exactly. I, uh, used my teeth." He mumbled the last few words so she wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly.

  His teeth? He tore his throat out with his teeth? Her eyes widened and her jaw wouldn’t close as she pondered—and imagined—the scene. Then she did something that shocked the hell out of him.

  She kissed him. She kissed him with an overwhelming passion that had his possessive instincts roaring to life and his cock awakening with surprising force. He kissed her back with hungry lips, his tongue sweeping in to find hers. They were ravenous, greedy for each other.

  Her hands found the cover around his chest and pushed it down.

  "Stop." When had his voice grown so husky?

  Alison lifted her mouth from his and noted that color was coming back to his cheeks. If she had any doubt before, it was gone. She needed this; he needed this.

  Alison swept down the comforter, tossed her thigh across his hips, and climbed aboard. She felt like a doll trying to perch on the Jolly Green Giant. She was panting by time she situated herself.

  "You're too big," she was saying.

  "I've never heard you complain before."

  She gave him a peeved glare and sat back until she felt the rock hard press against her core. Then her eyes rolled back into her head and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

  He was naked underneath that cover. She said a little prayer for the little things in life. Then she said a great big prayer for being alive.

  "You really are beautiful."

  Startled, Alison looked down at her sexy alpha. Beautiful didn't even begin to describe him. He was the picture of lykaen perfection. And he was all hers.

  "I need to tell you something." She saw his eyes widen with apprehension.

  No way could she face him when she asked so she looked away. She wasn't that strong. She had to clear her throat twice before any sound came out. "I was just wondering if you wanted to mate...with me. I know you haven't known me that long, but I feel like that would be a good thing."

  Oh God, idiot! I'm so stupid. I can't even sound smooth while asking a man like Rome to mate with me. It's not like I'm asking him to go to the flipping movies. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  Suddenly a hand was at the back of her head and she was brought down to Rome's kiss. Though kiss doesn't really cover what he did. He owned her mouth with his. He was an unrelenting warrior taking his long fought for reward. Lips pressed smoothly against each other while his tongue conquered her mouth. A smoldering heat built up inside her like a fire being stoked. Each hungry pass of his tongue had her pressing herself closer. She couldn't get enough. But she was dying to know the answer, to hear him say it.

  She tore her mouth away, gasping. "Tell me. Answer me, please. I can't take it." She closed her eyes hard. It was unbearable not knowing; her heart was doing a crazy dance in her chest and her mind was shouting at her that she was stupid.

  Hands cupped her cheeks. "Baby, you were mine the moment I set eyes on you. I'd be honored to be your mate, Alison Bennson. Will you be mine?"

  Heart quickening, she couldn't stop the huge smile that crossed her face or the humiliating squeal she made before pressing at least a dozen kisses over his face. She settled down over his lips and kissed her new mate.

  He growled, his hands moving down her body to cup her bottom. "I need to be inside you, lumara." The old lykaen word for mate triggered something deep inside her. Alison leaned forward, bracing herself on Rome's chest.

  "Tear them off."

  He looked startled for a moment, then his eyes went hooded and dark. He reached down, cupped her panty-clad ass, and squeezed the cheeks in his big hands before finding the sides. He curled his fingers into the soft material and pulled. They snapped, and then cool air found her wet pussy.

  "Take me in baby. Take me all in, just like this."

  Flinging off the offending material of her long shirt, Alison leaned back and spread her legs further until she found the hot round press of his cock.

  "Rome!" She was panting. and he wasn't even inside her yet. His hands cupped her breasts, rolled the hard tips of her nipples between his hands.

  "I need to suck on these." His voice deepened to a feral level. His lykaen was so close to the surface his eyes glowed. She obeyed his order and leaned forward. He captured her hard nipple with a growl.

  She moaned as he sucked on her, teased her breast with his clever tongue. Her core was frustratingly empty. The need inside her like a burning inferno. She tried to lean back to slide down on his cock, but gave a frustrated growl.

  "I'm too short, baby. I can't do both." He switched to the other breast and squeezed her ass cheek until she felt the burn of his palm on her skin. "Oooh!"

  He was dominating her body with his touch, taking her over. His tongue flicked her nipple then latched onto the firm tip. Both hands went to her ass and cupped the flesh possessively. He opened his mouth wider and sucked more of her into his mouth.

  Then her pussy flooded with cream. His hands curled inward, finding the roaring heat of her sex. His fingers pressed further and dipped into that wet heat. She turned her head away and closed her eyes. She was embarrassingly wet. He only growled as he found her creamy heat. The sound vibrated through her breast to her core. A thick, long finger found her entrance and pushed up to a knuckle.

  Her mouth fell open in a pant. Her hips kicked back to slide the finger all the way in. It's not enough. It wasn't near big enough.

  He pulled back from her breast. "I know baby. I'm going to take care of you." Alison frowned at his words. Then she realized she must have said the words allowed. Letting out a growl of her own, she slammed him down to the bed with a shove to the shoulders. Quickly, she scooted back, cursed and wished she were taller to fit over his huge form, then sank down on his cock.

  "Ohhh baby!" Big hands found her hips and squeezed as he thrust up into her as she pushed down. Even with her slickness, it was a tight fit. It was always a tight fit with him. God, she loved it. He pushed in all the way and she let out a howl.

  Then she was sliding up and down his cock in a quick tempo. Her hands braced upon his chest, curling into the muscle. She was built up too much. He filled her so full, so perfectly. He reached parts inside her that were completely naughty. She rode him hard and fast.

  "Ahh, fuck yes," he growled. His voice pushed
her over the edge with a violent shove. She shouted his name and came, her pussy quivering hard with orgasm as a flood of fresh cream rushed over his cock. Just as quick as it came, it was gone and she was still on edge. Still built up.

  "More." She moaned and ground herself into him, feeling him stuffing her at the deepest. He groaned below her, his eyes hooded and dark with arousal.

  Suddenly she was flipped, and then he was lying between her spread thighs, pushing her knees apart with strong hands on her thighs. He was a hard, thick pulse inside her. She shivered at the deliciousness of it. At the thrill.

  He towered above her like a dark fertility god. Then he moved inside her, his strokes long and hard. His hands cupped her breasts, stroked over her throat in a possessive touch, and then fell to her hips to hold her close.

  He filled her again and again. Her moans filled the room and mixed with the sounds of his choppy breaths and feral growls. He bent lower, nuzzled her neck, and fucked her harder.

  "Going to fill come inside you," he growled against her throat, then bit down. It was a bite to mark her.

  Her body tensed with pleasure, her breath stalling in her lungs as he continued to work his hot cock through her tight flesh. He licked the bite and she held onto him, her nails pressing into the muscle of his back.

  His cock felt like it grew thicker, longer. Impossible, but she knew he was just as close as she was to flying apart. She rocked her hips up to his as he hammered her into a blind, shattering orgasm.

  His thrusts grew unsteady, faltering as his balls pooled with semen. He spoke to her with choppy words spoken more from his beast than him. "Lumara. Must fill you with my seed. Now!"

  "Yes!" She shouted as pleasure tightened her pussy to unbearable levels. He plunged in deeply one last time and she came in a hard, intense orgasm. Her hips rocked, thighs shook, her head kicked back and she fought to breathe. He groaned above her, slid out, and then slammed in one last time. She felt a flood of hot jets deep inside her. He shook above her like trembling leaf as his release jetted out of him with devastating power.

  Alison caught him as he collapsed on top of her, and wrapped her arms and legs around him.

  Perfect. That's how it felt.

  "I love you, lumara."

  His husky words made her heart flutter and smile cross her face. "I love you too."

  Chapter 16

  "So what's this surprise you have for me?"

  "Hey, leave that blindfold on. You're not supposed to see where we're going. I can't tell you what the surprise is but I can tell you what it's for."

  She grinned and petted the seats until she found his thigh in the car. "Oh yeah, what's that?"

  "For giving testimony against Conlin today that sealed the deal on his prison sentence. It took some serious guts to go sit before that bastard. I'm proud of you babe. So, I thought I'd treat you to something."

  "Treat me, huh. Is it ice cream?"

  Husky laughter filled the car. "Oh no, not even close. And no guessing. I won't have you ruining it, besides we're almost there."

  Smiling, she settled back into her seat, listened to the rolling of wheels on the street and the passing of cars, and felt the heat of his hand holding hers. His hand idly traced the ring he'd given her after their mating ceremony. It had been one of the greatest days of her life. Alison Kategan—she definitely liked the sound of that.

  The car slowed then came to a stop.

  "We're here. Now, I have to take you in the back way or people might say something. It’s not exactly everyday a woman is escorted blindfolded by me."

  "You do tend to attract attention, luma. It’s that sort of tall, dark, and sexy thing going on. Animal magnetism I think it's called."

  "Damn right I do. How do you think I was able to attract you?"

  She laughed and heard him leave the car. A moment later her door opened and he was ushering her out. He kept her close in his arms as he locked the car.

  "It was your smile."

  She couldn't see him, but felt him look down at her. "Really?"

  She nodded and wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him through the blackness of the cloth around her eyes. "Each smile melted me piece by piece. I loved it even while I hated that I liked you."

  He pulled her close and ran his hands down her back to her bottom in tantalizing caresses. The second her breath caught, he pulled back. A hot breath of air tickled her ear a moment later.

  "You know I love you, lumara."

  "And I you, luma."

  He growled and for a second pressed close enough for her to feel the steel press of his cock. She licked her lips, but then was jolted forward. He grabbed her hand and pulled her along. She held on with both hands. Being guided without sight was a dizzying experience. She heard a door open, then they passed through. The echo of footsteps and incline told her they were going up stairs.

  He slowed and coached her to 'step' at each one. She didn't falter once. He opened another door and she felt him lean outward.

  "Good, coast is clear. Quickly." They slipped through the door and followed him. Faintly she heard sounds, some kind of clicking, and the murmuring of voices.

  "What's going on? Where are we?"

  "Shhh, quiet. Come here," he said finally and she felt something hard at her back then the heat of him plastering against her. "We're here."

  "Where's 'here'?" His lips found her neck and pressed hot kisses there. Her head fell loosely to the side.

  "The library."

  She stiffened in his arms. "What are we doing here?" she asked, genuinely confused.

  "I told you that you look like a naughty librarian. I’m going to take you here against this bookshelf. Don't worry we’re far enough in the back. I don't think anyone will see us, but you might want to keep it down just in case."

  She moved to rip off the blindfold, but he caught her hands in one of his and forced them above her. "I do not agree to this. And how the hell is this supposed to be a surprise for me?"

  He chuckled against her neck then moved down further and caught her hard, traitorous, nipple in his mouth. The stiffness of the cotton dampened and passed along her flesh with excruciating pleasure.

  "Well I suppose it's really a surprise for both of us. Think of it this way, baby. You'll be indulging me in one of my greatest fantasies since meeting you and you'll be coming at least twice."

  "Twice?"

  "Mmhmm," he said and moved to nuzzle her other breast. Her vanilla scent thickened and grew until he could no longer smell the leather of the books.

  The sparkle of a new kind of excitement filled her. Biting her lip, she wrapped her arms around him and nodded.

  "Good thing I wore a skirt today."

  He scoffed and lifted her shirt up past her breasts. "As if that would have stopped me." Her bra came next and was pushed out of the way.

  She kept her voice low and asked, "Can we take the blindfold off?"

  His mouth found her bare breast and licked the tip before sucking the mound into his mouth. "Sure. Now, no more talking unless it's to tell me to fuck you harder...or something equally hot."

  Alison took off the black mask and blinked at the blinding light until she could see properly. His hands found her naked ass under skirt and squeezed her until she was riding his jean-covered cock. Stifling a moan, she rubbed harder against him, leaning back into the bookcase so he could suckle her tits at the same time.

  A click sounded too close. Lifting her head, she scanned the area closely finding only the bookshelf behind her and the one in front of her and a table with chairs down to the left.

  A thrill rushed over her. She wanted to come now.

  Pulling his lips to her, she kissed him wetly then pulled back and found the top of his jeans. Her nimble fingers undid the button and pulled down the zipper. It hissed loudly in the quiet library. Her heart kicked up and her pussy grew wet.

  "Eager, are we?" he whispered against her ear. She nodded, unashamed as she pushed his jeans down to his
thick, muscular thighs. She licked her lips at the sight of his long, hard cock and debated dropping to her knees right there.

  He must have read her thoughts because he said, "No, you don't. Another time, babe.” He grabbed her hips and spun her around.

  Her skirt was lifted to her waist and hands positioned her hips, pulling her down low. The thong she wore was scraped down to her thighs. It dangled there for a moment before falling to her ankles. Naughty didn't begin to cover how she felt. She felt wild like a prostitute about to please a john. It was wrong but oh so good.

  His hands cupped her naked ass cheeks before thrusting two fingers deep inside her. He pulled out too quickly for her to really enjoy it and then she was pressed deeper into the books. His cock nudged her entrance—a daring temptation. She panted and turned her head to rest her cheek against the wood shelf.

  His hands came up to grasp her breasts and tug on her nipples. Then he whispered in her ear, "Don't make a sound," and slammed in.

  It took everything in her not to cry out. Though she couldn't control her ragged breathing. He did better than she did, the bastard.

  He held on tight to her large breasts and fucked her good and hard making her feel every bit like the prostitute she'd envisioned. The wet sound of him sliding into her pussy sounded ridiculously loud in the quiet library. Her heart was beating like a fucking drum in her head.

  He bit down on the back of her neck, a dominating gesture. She came hard from it.

  Her hands tightened into a white-knuckle grip on the bookshelf and she held her breath so she didn't scream as her pussy milked and throbbed against the hard cock inside her.

  He didn't stop pounding into her. His hands fell down to her hips and he panted against her neck. "That was the hottest fucking thing...ever."

  Then she was turned around, her ass lifted, legs spread as he pounded back in again. She held on to his shoulders and let him take her with brutal force. The pleasure was sharp inside her, building her quickly to another orgasm. She heard an unfamiliar noise but didn't give a shit. He was a hard, hot unrelenting length inside her. His breathing grew choppy as his hips moved faster.