Boner alert.
“I very much…” My voice gave out when she stepped up to me and ran a single finger down the middle of my shirt, speeding my heart up so much I was going to need a dunk in that water before too long. “Oh, you are a bad woman. Remember that city meeting they held when we disrupted the entire city’s sleep with very loud pool sex? I’m not saying the words, ‘aquatic coitus’ in public ever again.”
Her bottom lip stuck out and I wanted to catch it with my teeth. “A disappointment, since I rather enjoyed that aquatic coitus. That’s why we bought that lake house up in the mountains, where no one is around for miles.”
The shiver that ran up my spine was very uncalled for since I was trying very hard to control myself around my insanely sexy wife. Ahh fuck, I was so hard.
“Wife,” I admonished with a judgmental finger. “If this wasn’t the most inopportune time, we’d be off to that cabin right now so I can fuck you to my heart’s content.”
She looked down and all the heat left her face. “Right. Going away for the weekend isn’t going to happen with the hunt for Alistair starting. We got so many volunteers, but we have to stay here to map out where everyone’s been, and technical things, and blah blah blah.” Sighing, she leaned her head against me, her damp hair making a wet spot on my shirt. “I was a different woman during the war. Stronger, ruthless. I’ve put her away since then, and I went back to the Lisbeth that loved peace and making jokes. The Lisbeth that spared Simon’s life. War Lisbeth might not have made that choice. I don’t want to bring her back.”
“Hey,” I soothed and pulled her face up to stare into my brown eyes. “War Lisbeth was so unbelievably sexy, it was insane. She was terrifying to be around, but she would’ve spared Simon, I guarantee it. You can be both versions of yourself. I’ll be right here for you every step of the way. And like I promised you long ago, if you go too far, I’ll be here to stop you. Scouts honor this time.” I kissed her forehead gently, and moved slowly down to her lips, capturing them with mine in a dance that heated my blood so intensely, I could swear it was exactly like the first time I’d kissed her. I’d always react like a hot-blooded teenager with her in my arms.
“We’re going to have another aquatic coitus issue if you don’t move us inside right now,” Lisbeth whispered when I let her up for air.
No further prompting necessary.
I lifted her up and her legs wrapped around my waist, right on my erection, and I let out a whimper because my feet couldn’t carry us back inside fast enough. The back door slammed, but we didn’t notice, our kisses reaching a fever pitch. I backed Lisbeth up against the kitchen counter and swiped off a few bowls that were in the way so I could lift her on top of the surface. The bowls clanked into the sink and one fell off onto the tile floor, bouncing noisily. The racket we were making didn’t disturb the house at all.
As I said, this house was soundproof.
That was also the reason why no one disturbed us when I peeled Lisbeth’s wet suit off and removed my pants. Your kids only need to walk in on that once before they realize it’s not safe to be out of bed after nine pm.
Lisbeth was soaking wet, in more ways than one, and I buried my cock inside her with one thrust. She kissed my lips like I held the air she needed to live. I shoved myself inside her, hitting the counters over and over, having no interest in taking it slow and easy. She creamed around me, her body bursting with a climax already because she was so wound up. I didn’t let up as she erupted, shaking in my arms.
We were making such a ruckus, banging the counters loudly, and when Lisbeth started screaming and moaning, I was actually afraid we’d be interrupted by someone, telling us to be quiet. It didn’t matter even if we were interrupted, I needed Lisbeth desperately, and by god, I was going to have her.
I picked her up by her ass and walked her to the rug in the kitchen, laying her down on it so we’d stop hitting the counters. I took her knees in my hands and spread her legs in front of me. Cock still inside her, I picked my pace back up, impaling her until she was throwing her head back in pleasure.
“You like that?” I asked her with more thrusts. One of her hands gripped her breast, the other reached up and scratched down my chest until I gasped. She sat up from the floor, scorching me with her lustful purple eyes, and she sank her fangs right below my collarbone, drinking just enough to give us both pleasure. She crawled up me and ran her fangs along my neck, making me gasp again. With me distracted, she rolled us over until she was on top of me, not even breaking the contact of our bodies.
“God, your cock always feels so good,” she cried out, desperately trying to keep her damp hair out of her face as it fell in a curtain around her naked breasts. I took her hips in my hands, lifted my legs up to bend at the knee, and I fucked her, my cock darting in and out with a blur, so fast it was making both of us breathless. “God, fuck me, Knight. Make me come again,” she begged, not even aware she was speaking out loud. She crested, her body shaking, in that blinding moment right before an orgasm, her head towards the ceiling and her breasts thrown out as her back arched. I never let up my pace while she was frozen on the cusp of ecstasy, because I was on the verge myself, those tingles down my cock building and building until I was about to burst wide open.
I let out a cry that was sure to bring another town meeting, and Lisbeth’s echoed it, even louder than I was, as my cock unloaded rope after rope inside her, and she shuddered uncontrollably in my arms, a stream of wet coming from her as she gushed out her orgasm.
Her body fell against me and I kissed her sweaty temple, moving her hair from my face before resting my head against the floor.
“Jesus, if Alistair walked in right now, I don’t think I would have the strength to get up,” she whispered contently, catching her breath.
Smiling, I kissed her hair, feeling a bit winded myself. “Good, my job is done. Also same. Not even a drone army could move me from this floor. Mostly because I’m spent.” Her hand came up for a fist bump.
I loved this woman.
Her fist appropriately bumped, she settled into my body with a sigh, my softening cock still inside her. “We have to find him.”
“Sssh,” I hissed, holding her closer. “Our house is a neutral bubble. We agreed on it. There’s even a plaque on the wall. No talking about serious things here. Only fucking and cuddles. We have enough to worry about without making our house stressful.” She made a noise meaning she agreed, but begrudgingly.
Eventually, I picked her up and walked us to our bed where we lay together, our bodies entwined, until Lisbeth’s breathing deepened and she was asleep. I stayed there with her in my arms and felt that spike of fear again. Fear that Alistair would try again to take my family from me, and this time he would succeed. I had much more to lose now. Our children, for starters. Lisbeth’s parents, my sister and her mate, Balthazar, and even Arthur.
My arms tightened around Lisbeth, bringing her even closer to me. What if she lost me? What if I was the one who perished in the fight? If she was gone, I wouldn’t recover from that. If I was gone, what would happen to her?
She twisted in my arms. I’d woken her up. “What’s wrong?” she whispered, turning to look up at me with a sleepy smile, and I kissed her lips gently to reassure her.
“Nothing, love. Go back to sleep.”
Working together, the committee took over a week to figure out where each team of volunteers would search and for how long. The main issue was that we didn’t have a picture of Alistair. It was difficult to say, ‘Go find the thing even though we have no idea what the thing looks like.’
Merrick had seen his face, but she couldn’t draw well enough to make a picture, so since one of the Lycans was a Police suspect artist, they worked together to come up with a depiction of our man. Her perfect memory meant accurate attention to details. When it was finished, she brought the drawing to us in the meeting hall where we were all gathered around our long desk sorting papers and putting together agendas.
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p; Lisbeth took the paper from Merrick, and her eyebrows raised, her mouth forming a delicate ‘o’, her cheeks flushing slightly. I’d only seen her make that face when she saw pictures of Tom Hiddleston. Balthazar and I peeked over her shoulder, eager to see the face of this mystery vampire.
He looked like a damned vampiric old spice commercial.
“Holy fuck,” Lisbeth whispered, eyes fixed on the drawing. “Silver romance alert. Is this a steamy book cover model? Where’s the creepy mastermind?”
“I know,” Merrick said with a dreamy grin. “Dude is wasted on being evil.” She flicked her fingers to the women in the room. “I can make copies for you guys. Just saying.”
Lisbeth whimpered in complaint when I took the paper from her. “Okay, let’s stop mooning over the psychopath,” I told her. Damn it. He was pretty fine. For a dude. “Focus. He’s evil. Let’s repeat that to ourselves. He’s evil. He’s evil.”
“Alright, Jesus.” Lisbeth took the paper back and handed it to Arthur, who also examined it carefully to see what the fuss was about, and judging by his reaction, he thought Silver Spice was sexy too. I’d been around vampires enough to know they weren’t so guarded about liking both men and women. Most of them were bisexual, my wife and Arthur included. Jury was still out on Kitty and Jason. “Tell Marie to make small copies for everyone, and laminate them as well.” Arthur nodded and was off to Marie’s office. Lisbeth cleared her throat, brushing her hair off her shoulders to try and remove the image from her head of Silver Spice.
“Man’s not even in the room and he’s already causing Incubus-like havoc,” Balthazar muttered, sliding some papers into envelopes. “Imagine what it’ll be like when he’s actually in front of us.”
Kitty hadn’t seen the drawing, but she shuddered from where she sat putting papers into folders. “Imagine him having an aura and we all just stop fighting and beg to be his servants.”
My wife’s mouth curled up in a frown. “I never beg.”
Ha. Liar.
“Should there be an instance of a siren’s call, I will be there to make you come to your senses,” Hades said confidently. “I’m not attracted to either gender.”
“I highly doubt it will come to that,” Lisbeth told him, hiding a smile. “But in case it does, you’re our last line of defense.”
Scary thought.
We finished putting everyone’s folders together, including airplane tickets and passports, and handed them out once all the volunteers had gathered in the meeting hall. Kitty was going with a small group of Lycans and vampires around her age. They looked like a biker gang, complete with mohawks, leather jackets, and tattoos. Kitty getting inked was definitely a possibility now. Maybe she’d get a unicorn, or something awesome. Just no tribal art, for the love of god.
Maybe I should get a tattoo, and we’d be tattoo twinsies.
Lisbeth saw where I was looking. “You’re thinking of getting a tattoo?”
“Mind reader,” I muttered.
“I don’t need to use my powers to know your thoughts,” she retorted with a smile. “Just please, for the love of all that’s holy, no Chinese characters. I saw a lady once that thought her arm said ‘pleasant blessings,’ but it really meant ‘lawn chairs.’”
I moved behind her and started braiding some of her curls. It was very good for stress, and she always let me do it. “You don’t mind if I get a tattoo?”
She shrugged. “I don’t own you. You can do what you want with your body. Plus, I’m surprised you don’t have any yet. Every adult Lycan we’ve ever met has at least three.”
I leaned in and planted a slowly heated kiss on her neck. “I’ve never liked anything enough to put it on my skin before.”
She let out a noise that was not appropriate for mixed company, giving me a semi. “I know that’s not true, considering how many times you’ve watched Deadpool 5: Deadpoolery.”
“Hey,” I complained sharply, poking her side. “That movie is a classic. I don’t care what that Tomato site says.” She giggled at me, and I leaned in for more neck kissing. She’d started making more sexy noises, kind of the point, when Arthur approached us, effectively ruining it. Lisbeth straightened with him so close and I went back to braiding her hair.
“We should move outside,” Arthur said. His icy blue eyes glanced at my hands and back to her face before she nodded and corralled the troops out the front door. Outside the meeting hall on the front half-circle drive sat several retired school buses painted white that we’d purchased a few years back. Our community liked getting together for camping and cookouts at the nearby lake, and the buses helped us transport everyone.
Lisbeth helped each group onto the buses, and once they were all loaded up, we drove to the airport. I sat next to my wife at the front of the bus that held Kitty, Lucas, and Clara. They too had volunteered to help find Alistair, though I suspected they were also going to try and find Anastasia. She was as aloof as Alistair, if not more so.
My hand twitched and fidgeted on my wife’s shoulder. She brought it down and kissed it before putting it in her lap. “Something on your mind?” she asked quietly. There was enough conversation going on around us where I was reasonably certain we wouldn’t be overheard.
“I want to go out and look for Alistair. And your mom. I feel like it’s my responsibility to do both of those things, and I’m stuck at home while everyone else is helping.” It all came out in one breath and I felt deflated.
Lisbeth smiled and kissed my hand again. “You’re a little moody lately. Is it that time of the month?” I scowled and tried to take my hand away from her, but she held on fast, giggling in her cute way until I pulled her onto my lap.
“Touché,” I conceded. “I am feeling a bit moony. Things might get hairy later.” She giggled again and snuggled closer to me. “Sorry. I feel like I’ve been super whiny lately.”
“You forget,” she said, sitting up to look at me. “I know you. And I know behavior. You’re not upset about what you say you’re upset about. It’s just piling on top of the real issue.”
My fingers started absently unraveling the braid I’d made in her hair. “And that is?”
Her hand went up to play with my hair too. “We had peace for decades, and during that peace, we ignored the real problems. It’s a vampire thing. If the danger is not right in our faces, it might as well be forgotten.” She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek before resting her head there. “You can’t lay the blame on yourself. We all did this, and we will all work to make it right again.”
I held her tightly against me as if she would blow away without my arms around her. “I love you so damn much.”
“And I love you, you big hairy wolf.”
We sat in the bus seat, cuddled together until the bus rolled into the airport parking lot. Lisbeth’s body tensed, gripping my hand in wordless anxiety, and before I led her out of the bus, I planted a comforting kiss onto her cheek. Our large group entered the small airport and fanned out to the ticket kiosks before bag and security checks, and then traveling to their respective gates.
Lucas, Clara, Merrick, and Cameron were on different planes than Kitty, so we said our goodbyes to the other volunteers before walking the biker gang to their gate. Lisbeth’s dad and aunt/step-mom hugged her for far longer than necessary, but she made no moves to pull away. Being away from them would be hard on her. Lucas released his daughter to let the women talk, approaching me with a serious expression.
“Son-in-law,” he said with a nod, running his hand through his messy blonde hair before straightening his Napoleon looking jacket. Sometimes it felt like the less crazy he behaved, the crazier he looked. “Take care of my child. Thirty-five years together isn’t enough to make up for four hundred years apart, and I intend to return in one piece to my little girl.” He stepped into my offered hug, his head coming up to my chin, and he was by no means a small dude. I was simply ginormous. “I know I jest with you, werewolf, about my daughter leaving you, but I figure she has about as good a cha
nce of surviving with you by her side as she does with the stoic one.”
I pat his head, making sure not to sideswipe him like I wanted to. “Thanks, dad. That makes me feel better.” Our hug started to last too long as well and I wiggled under his grasp. “Find Anastasia,” I whispered to him. “She needs her mother.”
Lucas sniffed and straightened. “Of course she does. You needn’t ask. Clara and I do not intend to return without her.” He did the hair and jacket adjustment again as Clara came over to us.
“Knight,” she said with a smile. Yesss, mother-in-law hugs. I was enveloped in the scent of baked bread and fresh plants for a few seconds before Lucas pulled his bride away from me, as usual. “Take care of them both. Give Jason my love.”
“Always,” I told her as I leaned in for a kiss on her cheek. Lucas whined, and Lisbeth cut him off with a light smack on his arm. Our goodbyes said, Lucas took Clara’s hand and they waved as they disappeared into the crowd of humans. Cameron and Merrick were busy chatting with Kitty, and their goodbyes were swift and sweet. A hug, a kiss, a stiff warning for Cameron to take care of my sister, and they were gone too.
Kitty’s group was ready to leave, and while they waited impatiently, she gave Lisbeth a very long hug. She was about to leave us for the first time. The thought was palpable for all three of us. I stood there, watching my women hug, and I found myself wondering how Kitty would say goodbye to me. A wave? A handshake? ‘Bye Knight?’ Shit, I was so selfish. All I ever cared about was myself when it came to Kitty. When would she ever treat ME like her father? When would she call ME Dad? That’s how I felt on the inside. On the outside, I converted that trepidation into respect for her space. It killed me, but I wanted her to be happy.
“Knight?” Kitty said. I realized I’d zoned out and didn’t hear her talking to me. Her smile melted me, making me feel like a complete ass. “Take care of Mom and Jason, okay? Tell Arthur I said he’d better keep you three safe.” Her perfect little hand with her perfectly sharp and manicured fingernails curled up into a fist and she held it out for me.
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