by J. A. Saare
“Beautiful,” Wolfe murmured, sliding his fingers free and sucking them into his mouth to lick them clean. When he removed the fingers from his lips, he chided, “But you’re wrong, t’keeira. I’m willing to give you more than this. And I can’t wait to show you just how much we’ll both enjoy it.”
Chapter Fifteen
Wolfe moved toward the pillows and cradled Arden against his chest. Shifting their bodies, he turned her so that she straddled his waist. He pressed his back against the dark oak headboard and used his hands to guide her over his throbbing cock.
Wanting her to know just how far he was willing to stretch himself for her, he answered the question mirrored in those luminous sapphire eyes.
“I want you to be in control for as long as I can stand it. When the heat hits fully, I won’t be able to control myself, not entirely.”
He fisted his cock, guided the head to the wet folds above, and swiped himself back and forth to coat the tip with the liquid heat of her body. With each pass, he was rewarded with Arden’s throaty groan, her husky cries of need sharpening his own.
“Hold on to me,” he instructed, working the tip inside.
She placed one hand on each of his massive shoulders and arched her back as he languidly slid into the hot welcoming entrance of her femininity. He released his shaft, grasped her hips, and guided her down while remaining perfectly still. Beads of perspiration formed on his forehead, his muscles and bones aching with the effort it took not to shift and claim her under the heat of the moon.
Her sex was incredibly tight and snug, difficult to penetrate even as her body clutched and surrounded him like a glove. Sharp fingernails bit into his skin as he slid into her scorching core inch by slow inch, experiencing the most pleasurable kind of agony, until her soft bottom rested against his thighs and he was balls’ deep inside her.
Arden’s eyes slid closed. Her voice quaked when she crooned, “You feel so good.”
“So do you, t’keeira. I want to stay inside you forever.”
His hands drifted from her hips to cup her breasts. He marveled at the nipples that peaked and pebbled as he rotated his thumb in light circles across their surface. Arden’s head falling back granted him full access to the creamy globes, which he took full advantage of. His hungry lips created a path from the hollow of her throat to her breasts. He repeated the same soft motions of his thumbs, replacing them with his tongue.
She began to move, gliding up the length of his cock until she held only the tip within. Slowly, she lowered herself, sliding back down until he was deeply inside her. She rode him lovingly, each rise and fall purposely smooth and slow. A blissful sigh of contentment echoed in his mind, a voice so quiet he had to focus to hear her.
Her bloodlust grew stronger with each stroke of his lips and tongue, and as that happened, she fought to suppress it. The connection that continued to grow and flourish between them told him what she refused to admit openly.
She was ravenous, so thirsty her teeth pulsed.
His cock swelled, growing larger as he recalled her drawing sweetly on his skin that first morning, her lips and tongue unerringly gentle. Her feeding on him was beyond erotic. He was providing for and nourishing her, something he was born to do, and the wolf under his skin reveled in it.
Releasing a breast, he slid his arm around her back and followed the arch of her spine with his fingers until he cupped her head. She righted herself with the guidance of his touch until she was eye to eye with him once more. Her irises were incredibly dark, a breathtaking midnight blue.
“Drink,” he whispered and pressed a fleeting kiss to her lips. “I enjoy it as much as you.”
“You do?” she asked, frowning in uncertainty.
“Your bite makes me harder than a diamond, t’keeira.”
Her full pink lips curved and she nibbled on the bottom one. Grinning impishly, she said, “I don’t think that’s a problem.”
He returned her smile, rolling his hips. “I think you’re right.”
“What if I can’t stop?” He heard the fear in her voice. She shook her head, took a shaky breath and said, “The last time . . . I almost didn’t.”
He lifted away from the headboard until her face was nestled against his shoulder. “Trust me. When the time comes, you’ll stop. We have the entire night to enjoy one another.”
For a moment, he worried that she might refuse, but then, she moved forward. Pieces of her long, wavy hair tickled his chin and chest, teasing the skin along his stomach. The soothing flicks of her tongue sent shivers up his neck, and he shifted restlessly beneath her.
She struck carefully, sinking her fangs deeply into his throat. The first draw caused them to groan in unison, his hoarse and deep, hers high and soft. She began riding his cock, timing her swallows with each mind-blowing plunge. Her hips writhed and gyrated until she found that sweet spot that would bring her climax.
She ground against him, desperate for release.
“There’s my good girl,” he murmured, driving his hips up to greet her. “Come for me.”
Her entire body erupted into infinitesimal tremors—arms, legs, and torso quaking. He heard her scream his name in her mind, felt her glorying in their union. As the orgasm ebbed, she pulled away from this throat and lapped at the small wounds left behind with light motions of her tongue.
“I love the way you taste,” she sighed, sated by his body and his blood.
“After tonight, you’ll never drink from another,” he informed her possessively and growled softly at the thought. She started to argue and he silenced by placing a finger against her ruby-colored lips. “My blood is strong enough to sustain you, t’keeira. And as an immortal, I’ll recover the loss quickly. It’s my duty and privilege to see you cared for in all things.”
The bed protested when he lifted both of their bodies and turned, flipping her onto her back. He gazed down, thinking his mate resembled a fallen angel amid the black pillows and sheets. She started to reach out for him, but he stopped her, sliding free from the molten heat of her body and urging her onto her stomach. The sight of her pale cheeks inflamed him, the moment of claim so near he could feel it humming in his bones.
He tried to keep his voice from cracking, from revealing exactly how close he hovered to the shift, but failed. “On your knees.”
Her weight shifted as she brought her knees up before spreading them apart. Her sleek sex glimmered in the lighting, the lips swollen and red. He quickly palmed her, searching her heat with probing fingers. She moaned and pressed back against his hand, coating his fingers with honeyed cream.
“Christ,” he groaned, sliding in and out of her sex. “You test me like nothing else. I want to take you so hard your teeth will chatter, so fast the walls crumble to the ground around us.”
Her next words broke his resolve.
“Then do it.”
All of his good intentions were cast aside, squelched by the beast under his skin that demanded nothing less than her total submission. One hand went to his cock, and the other went to the back of her neck. He shoved her face into the pillows and fed his entire length into her tight heat.
When he was at the hilt, he released his cock, but not her.
“Trust me,” he thought desperately.
“I trust you,” she whimpered against the pillow. “Anything you wish, Wolfe. I know you won’t harm me.”
Growling loudly, he rolled his hips. The scent they created was overwhelming and brought even more of the beast from within. His fingers were firm, but loose around the base of her neck, his hard thrusts sending the head of his cock into the plush lining of her cervix. She didn’t move, utterly passive, allowing him what he needed—to know she belonged to him completely.
“You’re mine, Arden,” he snarled, taking her as roughly as she allowed as his climax approached.
“Yours,” she echoed meekly.
“Only mine,” he thought desperately.
“Only yours,” she whispered.
Skin slapped loudly against skin, each thrust harder than the one previous. The tip of his cock contorted as the barb extended just beneath the crown, a pain that was its own kind of pleasure. He released her neck and lifted her torso from the pillows, bringing her onto her hands and knees. She trembled, and he knew she remembered the images he’d intentionally fed her earlier.
“You need to relax for me, t’keeira. It won’t hurt if you relax.”
Brushing aside her hair, he revealed the elegant curve of her neck. He caressed the soft skin with his lips before he bit down gently, waiting for just the right moment to pin her in place. Her body never went tight as his barb engaged, snagging into the softness of her fornix. His teeth penetrated her skin, trapping her beneath him, ensuring she took all of his seed as the walls of her sex milked him relentlessly.
Together, they climaxed, bodies detonating in ecstasy at precisely the same moment. As the pleasure washed over them, so did the memories of the past and present. He saw what it meant to be orphaned by a mother who was never around, just as she saw how devastating it was to leave everyone and everything he loved to protect them. The emotions and heartaches merged, shared between the two, until they knew one another more intimately than any other possibly could.
When the storm passed and she sank into the pillows with his arms tucked securely beneath her stomach, he rested his pelvis against her. He pulled his mouth away from her shoulder and licked at the small punctures.
“Incredible.” Arden breathed the word in awe. “That was incredible.”
He chuckled, bowing over to nuzzle her back. “We’re not done, not yet.”
His body reacted with perfect timing. His still hard cock jerked as another orgasm seared through him, sending her over the edge as well. She cried out, clutching at pillows and writhing beneath him. The pleasure continued, going on and on, until they each relaxed, breathing heavily.
Wolfe hoisted himself above her and held her in place with his arms.
“I’ve slept enough in the last few days,” Arden complained softly. “I shouldn’t feel so tired.”
“It’s instinctual, t’keeira. Your body is reserving as much energy as possible for later. After we rest, we’ll do this again, and then again.”
She went still, and he heard her heart beating frantically, sensing her nervousness and her desire.
“You’re not serious.”
Though locked together, he relished the thought of sinking in and out of her satin sex once more.
He shared the image of taking her in the bathtub in the adjoining room, her pale body straining above his dark, her blond hair framing her face and shoulders. He would hold her against his chest as he engaged in her body next time, keeping her tightly against him as the pleasure washed over them again and again. He wanted to see each expression on her beautiful face, wanted to know that she received just as much as she gave.
“Yes,” he murmured in a sensual promise, pressing his lips to the indention at the base of her spine and grinning against the smooth skin when she shivered. “I am.”
Epilogue
Cosby, Tennessee
Ten Months Later
Must run faster.
The soft patter of springing footsteps was absorbed by the warmth of the earth, each one as giving as the grass beneath. Arden breathed in the cool autumn air, her eyes sharp in the dark. Trees came and went as she traveled through the dense forest, the scent of Cosby Creek just ahead. Patches of green and brown barreled past, merging together as she ran through the foliage. The steady pounding of her heart was deafening in the silence, each thrum in harmony with the feet that carried her closer to her destination.
Faster, faster, faster! She chanted to herself, picturing the wide creek with mossy slabs of stone and rock that would shimmer like a beacon in the moonlight.
The trees thinned and she saw the shiny sliver of water waiting just twenty feet ahead. She launched herself toward it and basked in victory.
Tonight, she would win. She would make it to the other side.
“So long, bow-wow,” she antagonized mentally, thrilled and exhilarated, nearing the swirling water.
“Not so fast, hellcat.” Wolfe’s husky voice laughed in her mind.
A pair of strong arms snagged her from behind and took her to the ground. The blackened night spun, the stars above becoming the grass below. She landed across Wolfe’s chest, groaning in spite of her knowing smile.
“It’s not fair,” she grumbled, going limp against him. “You’re faster here.”
“We can’t play like this at home, t’keeira. Running along rooftops is all well and good until someone snags a camera and takes a picture.” He rotated their bodies, coming over her. His dark hair was messy, his green eyes bright. “Besides, if we were in the Quarter, I couldn’t do this.”
When his face lowered, she parted her lips, eager to feel his tongue invading and ravaging her mouth. Her legs parted as he settled against her, his weight familiar, his presence comforting. His frame molded to her as if they were designed for one another, an interlocking puzzle of two.
“I’m going to take you under the light of the stars,” he growled playfully against her lips while reaching down to cup her ass as he rolled his hips.
“And I’m going to let you,” she murmured in return, writhing beneath him.
A soft vibration against her inner thigh caused them both to groan, but it wasn’t in pleasure. Wolfe released her bottom, shifted, and pilfered inside his jeans for the cell phone he detested.
“I’m sorry, t’keeira,” he apologized, tugging the buzzing hunk of metal free.
Smiling at his stern expression, she lifted a hand to cradle his cheek. “It’s all right. It comes with the job.”
He lifted the phone, flipped it open, and snarled, “This had better be important.”
Arden watched Wolfe’s agitated face, trying not to listen as Luke’s voice echoed in the night through the phone speaker. Wolfe was Alpha of the Bacchus pack now, with Luke as his Beta, and she respected all that came with the responsibility. It was an important role, one Wolfe was meant to fill, and it ensured she could live out the remainder of her life without fear.
No one wanted to risk the wrath of an Alpha. Not if they wanted to live.
She smoothed strands of hair that were tangled in the shadow at his chin in an attempt to calm the large Lycae male whom she loved more with each passing day.
“What do you want me to do about it?” Wolfe sighed, lowered his head, and stole a quick kiss before he continued. “We don’t dibble with wizards.”
Wolfe listened as Luke’s voice bellowed through the line before ordering tersely, “Contact Sheriff McAvoy with your problem. If he can’t help, then you can call me back.”
He snapped the phone closed without saying good-bye, tossing the offending piece of technology several feet away. Her laughter was soft and light, the love she felt intensified by the connection they shared. She felt his adoration and the wonder he never ceased to experience at her nearness.
He cupped her face and peered down, brushing his thumbs against her cheeks.
“Now,” he murmured, lowering his head and nuzzling her nose. “Where were we?”
The End
About the Author
Jaime Saare is a normal gal with a taste for the macabre. She started writing on the down low when she was in high school, keeping her work a carefully hidden secret – until now. In her spare time you can find her enjoying the simple pleasures in life, including: shooting a game of pool (straight eight if you please), listening to her favorite band (NIN), or spending time relaxing with her husband and rambunctious brood. You can visit her on her homepage: www.jasaare.com
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