Seduced by Silver

by Gwen Campbell

  Keefe bristled visibly. It was impressive. His already massive shoulders got bigger. His dark eyes blazed and his hands clenched, making his knuckles crack ominously. He was wearing casual, cotton pants but nothing else, so she could see the increasing definition in his muscles as they flexed. Meadow felt her courage and her interest rise, like they did whenever she was about to draw down against a worthy opponent.

  “You’re awfully quick with that smart mouth, young lady. On land that doesn’t belong to your pack. Talking to an Alpha who isn’t your sainted daddy.”

  “But it is…smart that is,” Meadow affirmed with a slow, sure nod. “And like the rest of me, it doesn’t back down from a challenge.”

  “Maybe it should. Something like that could get you in a world of trouble, little girl.”

  “Hey…Dad…come on,” Killian protested feebly but his father silenced him with a curt movement of his hand.

  Killian sank a little deeper into his footstool and seemed to shrink in size.

  “I’ve been locking horns with men like you all my life, Keefe. You don’t frighten me. Say whatever it is you’re busting to say and we’ll…debate the issue,” she taunted, grinning fearlessly.

  Meadow was in her element now—engaged in a verbal sparring match with an equal. There was nothing she liked more. Nothing that stirred her blood or stimulated her mind quite like it. Keefe was right—he’d prove a far more formidable opponent than her father. Daddy always held back because she was his little girl and he loved her. He hadn’t learned yet that his little girl had grown beyond the need for his coddling. Or maybe it was just hard for fathers to let go.

  Keefe felt his respiration rate quicken in response to her challenge. All she had to do was ramp her insubordination up another notch or two and she’d be effectively challenging his position—challenging him for leadership of his pack. No one had ever challenged him like this woman did, especially in his own home. He didn’t know whether he wanted to rip her throat out or stick his tongue down it. Neither option seemed prudent.

  “All right,” Keefe said, accepting Meadow’s refusal to back down without reprimanding her physically—for now. “This new fashion of fake furshoats. It’s a blatant flaunt of a woman’s sexuality. When that should be something a real woman has enough confidence about not to need to draw everyone’s attention to. Even worse, it tells everyone you think my son’s a lousy lover. That you think he can’t find your hotspots on his own.”

  He’d overstepped and he knew it—knew it in the way Killian bristled and angrily sucked in air. The way Meadow’s eyes narrowed dangerously, shooting dark green sparks at him so hard he could almost feel them frying his skin.

  She stood gracefully but the hand holding the balled-up tissue flexed hard and repeatedly. “It’s not fake,” she bit out and headed for the nearest wastebasket.

  Keefe was normally not a stupid man but for some reason, tonight, with the scent of this woman’s emotions filling his house and making him hard, he just couldn’t stop himself. He shot to his feet when she walked past him and grabbed her wrist. “Say it again, little girl. Say it like you expect me to believe you.”

  She turned on him and her breasts swayed violently. Her long, dark blonde hair whipped his torso, arms and shoulders and tangled in the dark mat of hair on his chest.

  “It’s not fake, you imbecile,” Meadow yelled up in his face, drew back and brought her forearm down across the side of his neck. He groaned and released her reflexively. Then she stomped on his instep, making him curse and grab his foot and hop in place. “No wonder you’ve been alone all this time. No woman could stand to be in the same room as you for more than five minutes, you arrogant bastard.”

  She turned on Killian next and her rage was barely under control. What she thought was another no-holds-barred debate between herself and his father had turned into an ugly shouting match. She’d heard about Alphas who ruled with cruelty and selfishness. She’d just never imagined a guy like Killian would have one for a father. “Thank you for a lovely visit, Killian. I’m going to pack and leave now. See you at school on Tuesday.”

  Meadow marched away from him but Keefe grabbed her again, pinned her arms and threw her up against a wall, face-first. His body pressed hard behind hers. Then he grabbed her wrists and spun her, driving her spine into the wall. He held her hands above her head and crushed her into the wall until it started to crack. “Prove it.”

  “I am not having this—or any other—conversation with you, Keefe Rand,” Meadow insisted coldly. “And prove what?” she snapped, seriously considering biting off a hunk of that lower lip of his that was hanging so temptingly close to her mouth.

  “Prove to me that furshoat is real.”

  Meadow stood very still. She looked up into Keefe’s seething black eyes, only they weren’t seething. No, she was wrong about that. They were full of emotions—focused and passionate—she inhaled slow and deep to get a read on him. The heat of his massive body was sinking into her and she felt her breasts move against him with every breath she took—every breath he took and a muscle at the corner of his full, delicious mouth moved every time they did. She could feel his cock pressing into her belly, hard and unmistakable, and the second his pheromones hit her scent receptacles, she knew why this Alpha was freaking out on her.

  He desired her. And he wasn’t just conflicted about it—it was making him crazy.

  Meadow remembered the day her parents had sat her down and explained the facts of life to her. They’d been the most awkward forty minutes of her life—this moment included—but they were also the most informative. Her father especially had explained how a man’s sex drive was less refined, less controllable than a woman’s and that it killed him to admit it but his daughter was going to grow into a beautiful, desirable woman. Strong men—Alphas especially—would always be drawn to her. Some more than others, if they’d never been exposed to a woman as strong as her. She hadn’t really believed her father when he’d said she’d better pick an Alpha to Mate with or risk one coming along and killing her chosen Mate in challenge for her.

  Meadow hadn’t believed him, until now.

  She smelled Keefe’s need and knew his control was slipping, even if he’d been rendered blind to that.

  Meadow’s body responded just like it would to any strong, sexually mature, attractive Alpha who so obviously wanted her—she started to get wet.

  Keefe groaned quietly, a shuddering sound she felt in her chest before it registered in her ears. His mouth dipped closer to hers as the scent of her arousal spread through the room. His son groaned a second after he did.

  Meadow had to give Killian a chance to reclaim her. There was no way he could challenge his father and win and she’d never want her friend to try. But Meadow knew that a few, well-chosen words from her, would force Keefe to reestablish his control over himself. Good Alphas might be mercurial but they were also masters at controlling it. If Keefe wasn’t that kind of Alpha, she rationalized, he would have killed his pack long before she came along.

  If Killian were willing to reclaim her, if he was strong enough to make an effort, they had a future together. If he couldn’t, they’d part as friends.

  “Killian,” she said quietly, gently. Killian turned his head away with a subtle, jerky movement of his neck. His knees drew up a little and he pressed his legs together, unconsciously protecting his genitals.

  “Killian,” she tried again and did her best to ignore the furious rumble in Keefe’s massive chest. It was probably killing him to hear another man’s name on her lips, see her looking at anyone but him. “Your Alpha is about to claim your girlfriend. You know that, don’t you?” Again, Killian nodded jerkily but he didn’t look at her. “It’s now or never, Killian. Either stand up…just stand up…nothing more…or I’m gone from your life.”

  It wasn’t exactly true. They’d still be friends but that would be all.

  She gave Killian a minute, then a minute more. Keefe’s hot breath was stirring her hai
r in short, quick puffs and his head dipped to hers. She felt the light, oily residue of his scent on her skin as he stroked her forehead with the scent glands above his temples, then her cheek, her jaw. He was marking her and his scent was seeping into her skin, claiming her body as his. Not permanently, but at least for an hour or two.

  Then Killian moved. He drew his knees up even higher. His feet came up onto the pads of his toes and his shoulders dipped down and away from her.

  Meadow exhaled resignedly, and without condemnation, and looked away from him.

  Keefe held both her hands in one of his now and his palm was coasting down the side of her naked body, squeezing her hip, pulling her thigh closer to his. Meadow’s decision now was simple—have sex with him or refuse. She could remind him that she wasn’t a member of his pack. Nor was she likely to ever become one. Remind him that he was claiming a female who wasn’t his to take, an offense punishable by law, even banishment from his own pack if they wanted.

  Unless she was willing.

  Did she want to fuck this man? Or not?

  Well, duh. Keefe was one the hottest men she’d ever met. It wasn’t just his body or his looks or that rock-hard ass of his that pulled her eyes out of their sockets. It was his personal presence, strength and power, all of it focused at this moment with blazing intensity on her.

  Just how big of a tramp would it make her if she fucked this Alpha? After sleeping with his son the night before?

  Keefe seemed determined to make the decision for her because he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. Consumed her, actually. Meadow trembled as Keefe’s mouth captured hers, his lips nipping and tugging on hers. He drew the small serrations on his incisors over her lower lip and pulled it into his mouth to suck on her gently, tasting her openly, slowly and rhythmically, filling himself with her taste.

  And then Meadow realized it wasn’t about Killian or about how she saw herself, but about the respective positions within their packs that they’d grown into. Killian could never be her Mate. He shouldn’t have been her lover, not for months now. Meadow’s future lay in a different direction from her friend’s. She was destined to Mate with a powerful Alpha, to work and govern a pack at his side. Maybe Killian knew that too, and had handed her to an Alpha who needed someone just like her.

  “How?” Meadow prompted quietly when Keefe pulled back to breathe, meeting his dark, seething eyes with the cool green of hers. “How do I prove to you my furshoat is real?”

  Keefe’s handsome, sculpted face tipped to one side and he studied the woman crushed beneath him. She was so beautiful and calm. Her green eyes were bright and mesmerizing and his mind entertained the insane picture for just a second of her bearing him cubs with eyes that color. Keefe shook his head to clear it. He could smell her arousal, but that was just hormonal, her body responding to his, although she responded to him like an equal, not a subordinate. There was no fear in her scent, no hesitation. Nothing but calmly building waves of desire. It shamed him because, at that moment, she had more confidence in her strength than he did in his.

  It was insane and impossible and Keefe focused instead on her beauty and her warmth and softness pressed so intimately against him. He inhaled deliberately and felt his lips pull back in a feral grin. “Shave it off,” Keefe growled and his grin widened. “If it’s real, it’ll grow back and you’ll make a believer out of me. If it’s fake, you’ll have to spend another couple thousand ingots of your daddy’s silver and get it replanted.” He leaned into her a little harder, moving his hips subtly so he could enjoy the feel of his hard cock rubbing against her.

  “I’ve heard worse come-ons, Keefe. I just can’t remember when,” Meadow deadpanned and shot him a droll look.

  He just kept grinning down at her and pressing that enticing, hard body of his into hers. She’d seen his cock plenty of times today and yesterday. Even flaccid, it was bigger than Killian’s, longer, and the thick shaft digging into her belly was a lot bigger than that now. Just thinking about Keefe’s cock made Meadow’s womb pulse—a hard dig of pleasure that trapped her breath in her throat and held it there for the space of two heartbeats. Keefe obviously smelled her response because his big body bucked against hers like he was already fucking her.

  “Okay, so I don’t win points for subtlety,” Keefe admitted and feathered his lips over her ear.

  In the way of Alphas, in her head, Meadow debated the issue in seconds. Her romantic relationship with Killian had just died by his hand. Killian had effectively handed over all claims to her body, had renounced them in deference to his Alpha. Well, had them taken from him, to be precise. Although technically not Keefe’s to claim because she was from another pack, she was on his land, in his home. This joining of their bodies would simply be fucking for the fun of it. Although he seemed awfully intense for someone looking for a little casual sex. Ultimately, Meadow made her choice because Keefe was Alpha. So was she. They were suited. “Well, seeing as we’re in your home and you are Alpha…it just seems rude to refuse your claim on my body. And Momma did teach me to mind my manners,” Meadow taunted and licked her lower lip when Keefe scraped his teeth over her jaw.

  He chuckled softly. “Remind me to thank your momma if I ever meet her.”

  “Only I won’t be shaving it off. You will.”

  Keefe’s head came up and his dark, turbulent eyes held hers.

  “Oh yeah…you’re going to have to shave my furshoat off if it offends you so much. Only you’re going to have to lick it first.” Meadow squirmed lightly, heightening the feel of his chest hair rasping her nipples, the satin feel of the skin on his abdomen against hers. “Uh huh, that’s right,” she nodded and rubbed a scent gland over Keefe’s cheek imperiously. From the way he jerked, she knew no woman had ever touched him so brazenly. Well, fine then. If he didn’t like it, he shouldn’t mess with an Alpha female.

  But Keefe actually seemed more surprised than offended and, after a second of hesitation, tipped his face down to hers, offering the other side of his face for her to mark.

  “I’m going to make you use your tongue on me there. Lick my little furshoat pleasure spot long and slow, until I’m dripping with your saliva. And my cream. Groom me until my juices are running down my thighs. And then, when I’m hot and ready and my pussy is swollen and pouting and begging, I want you to stick your cock in me. Then I’ll bend over for you, Alpha, and let you shave my backside. After that, you can take me any way you want, just as long as you make me come hard and as many times as I can stand.”

  Chapter Four

  Keefe was breathing so hard it felt like he was going to pass out. No woman had ever inflamed him like Meadow Quinlan—a twenty-year-old slip of a girl, barely old enough to have evolved into her pack role. But she had evolved and she was the most exciting, infuriating, willful woman he’d ever met.

  If he didn’t know better, he would have sworn he loved her for it.

  Keefe brought his mouth down onto Meadow’s hard, sinking his tongue deep and tasting her like he owned her, like it was his right, and she had no choice but to obey.

  He loved her for letting him.

  She growled, the sound deep and sustained and maybe the sexiest thing he’d ever heard, and his vocal cords responded in kind. The sounds melted together in their mouths, a discordant harmonic that set up a resonant pulse they felt inside their skulls. Meadow didn’t pull away from him like other women always did when he showed them his power. Instead, she came back at him just as hard, filling his mouth with her tongue and tasting him with obvious pleasure. Her tongue skimmed his then teased the tip of it. He tasted the roof of her mouth and liked her small gasp of pleasure, liked it so much he repeated the caress until she trembled and growled again.

  He pulled his body back from hers, slid his hand down her back and laid it arrogantly on her lower back, covering her furshoat and the erogenous zone beneath.

  It was the equivalent of her wrapping her hand around his cock. It said clearer than any words, any kiss or any so
und, that he was going to fuck her. Meadow stopped trembling and looked up at him. Her green eyes were darker now, but shining just as intensely.

  He swallowed hard. “You’re not a member of my pack, Meadow. You can refuse me and I’ll honor that.” It cost Keefe a lot to say that. Even now, his balls were aching to spill their seed in her body and his scent glands itched with a pheromone-laced liquid that needed smearing all over this woman’s smooth, soft skin.

  Meadow’s body relaxed against his and she looked up at him calmly. She grinned. “But then who’s going to lick my ass, stud?” She flexed her hips slowly and Keefe groaned—a loud, tearing rumble and he kissed her again. He filled her mouth with his tongue then drew hers into his. He released her hands, thrust his arm beneath her legs and half walked, half ran with her across the living room and down the hallway toward the bedrooms. He shouldered his way past his door and flicked on a switch, flooding the room with soft light, then dropped her in the middle of his oversized bed, grabbed the top button on his pants, ripped it open and yanked them down and off.

  If either of them had spared a glance back at Killian, they would have seen him still sitting on the stool, his head hanging in a dejected, resigned pose as his Alpha carried the woman who used to be his away.

  But they weren’t thinking about Killian as they stopped moving and looked at each other. Keefe watched the steady rise and fall of Meadow’s pale breasts, the shadowy crease between her legs.

  Meadow looked at Keefe’s cock and licked her lips. It was so perfect, so beautiful, the head thick and thrusting out for her, glistening with a drop of pre-come. She got up on her knees, leaned over slowly and moved her nose over his genitals.

  Keefe trembled and held her hair while his head fell back in supplication. Then he bent forward carefully, not moving his hips away from Meadow, settled his face over her upturned ass and breathed in slow and deep.

  Arousal struck him—pungent and immediate, and Keefe groaned with the effort of holding back a sudden and groin-crushing orgasm. That was the last thing he needed right now and a helluva way to top off the day—steal his son’s girl right out from under his nose and come in her hair. Terrific.