He kissed between her legs, her pussy. She kept it shaved, kept it clean and smooth, but never did she think that someone touching the bare folds would feel like this. It was sensitive down there. Each touch he gave it seemed to become even more so.
“You smell so damn good,” he moaned against her.
Natasha closed her eyes and tried to take several deep breaths. What was she going to do? He kidnapped her, had her tied naked to his bed, was touching and kissing her and what sucked the most was that she was starting to like it. The way he was making her feel, the manner in which that small little knob hidden began to throb. It all started to drive her nuts. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to pull away from him or push harder towards him.
“You’re clit is getting harder.” He touched it and Natasha’s breath came out in a rush.
The sensations, the tingling she felt blew her mind. The breath she held left her lips in a rush and a moan threaten to escape as well by the way he touched her clit, rolling it around.
“Does this feel good?”
How the hell was she supposed to answer him? Natasha could barely think and he wanted her to talk now?
Another kiss down there, a lick and then lips closed over the very spot he was teasing. Natasha couldn’t stop herself from crying out this time. She yelled as he licked, sucked at her pussy. It was the first time ever she’d been touched down there. That first touch, the first sensation, stole all thought, all reason, all speaking right out the door.
He licked at her as a cat would milk. Sucked, slurped between the folds of her pussy until Natasha could do no more than push her face into the pillow and scream. It felt good, it felt shameful. She wanted more, she wanted him to stop.
Fingers parted her further; his tongue pushed at the entrance and worked its way inside. A moan vibrated against her flesh, wetness coated not only her pussy but also the inside of her legs. She could feel it, just as she felt this strange pressure building. When he growled against her, she shivered, and when he changed positions, coming under her and bringing her pussy down to his face, Natasha lost it.
She screamed again into the pillow, her body shaking, shivering from the intent pleasure of his mouth. She could feel her womb contract; vibrate to his tongue moving in and out of her. It was the first, and something told her not the last.
His tongue left, but the mouth stayed. He lapped at her, teased her over sensitive clit, and every so slowly, so gently, one finger replaced the very spot his tongue had been. This time when she screamed, she didn’t have the pillow muffling the sound. Natasha reared back as much as she could. The action grinded her pussy into his face, and she didn’t care. He moved his finger in and out, twisting it as his lips closed over her clit, sucking and pulling on it hard.
She couldn’t breathe. Air wasn’t getting into her lungs, and yet she wasn’t passing out yet. Faster his finger moved, stopped and another joined it, then a third. A stretching sensation, mixed with the licking and the sucking had the tears once more coming into her eyes. The buildup he was creating, she couldn’t handle. She knew without a doubt that if he didn’t stop she was going to die. She was going to stop breathing, pass out, and die.
Like a tidal wave hitting the beach, it hit. Natasha reared up again, mouth open, a high pitch scream leaving her lips as it hit her. Pleasure—unspeakable pleasure washed over, sending her so high she couldn’t breathe. Tears fell from her eyes, her body shook, womb contracted and she grinded herself as hard as she could on the mouth that was giving her so much pleasure.
The orgasm, which gripped her in such a tight hold, there was little she could do to ease the pressure. She cried like a child, shivering, shaking with the intensity of it. When Drake finally let her go, all Natasha could do was lay where he put her. She was too spent, too drained to fight him. All she could do was work on her breathing, steadying her pounding heart and later make sense of what just happened.
Drake slowly slid from under him kissed her backside again and moved hair from her sweaty face. She felt him leave the bed, heard the water, but couldn’t open her eyes to see. She was too drained, too tired to think, let alone move.
“Go to sleep,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder. “I’ll take care of everything.”
* * * *
Drake sat at the table in the kitchen, early reading the morning paper eating his breakfast. Scrambled eggs, steak, fresh coffee, and some juice. Didn’t get any better than that. Well, maybe if he had mated with his mate instead of sleeping next to her warm body with a raging hard-on.
Nelly was working on some breakfast for Natasha. Her back was to him, but she kept making her disapproving noise and glancing over her shoulder at him. After about the sixth time, Drake sighed and lowered the paper.
“Okay, say it,” he grumbled to her.
“Have nothing to say,” Nelly told him.
Drake growled, picked up his coffee cup, and went over to the pot, pouring himself another cup. “I didn’t do anything, Nelly. She’s still untouched.”
“Tony told me about her father.” Nelly turned the hand with the spatula on her hip, eyes narrowed on him. “You took her to spite him.”
Drake frowned and sipped at his coffee. “Did not.”
She snorted again at him. “What would you call it?”
“You don’t think that I could stumble across my mate and it just happens to be his daughter?”
Nelly turned back around to the stove. He watched her put another steak on a plate then reach for the bowl with eggs in it. “I think you would do whatever you have to in order to get your way.”
“Nelly, that’s bullshit and you know it.” He sat back down at the table, picking up his fork and knife. One large bite and he was tossing the silverware down on the table. “She has nothing to do with the change to the Gathering. I stumbled upon my mate and I did just as her father claims all males can do. I took her. The man can’t have it both ways.”
“She’s too delicate for you.” Nelly shook her head, turning back to him. “I don’t want to see you hurt or break her.”
“You make me sound like a monster.”
“You can be at times.” Drake growled, and Nelly crossed her arms over her chest. “Drake, look at you now. Hell, if I didn’t know you better I’d be scared of you. You’re scowling, eyes dark. Knock the shit off.”
“I didn’t hurt her,” Drake said again. “I don’t want to hurt her, Nelly, I just want to love her.”
One eyebrow went up on her face, “Then you better start changing your ways and take a softer approach. All the growling and chasing down isn’t the way to show anyone you want to love them.”
Drake sat back in his chair, cup in hand again, one leg crossed over the other, ankle resting at his knee. He waited for Nelly to turn back to the cooking, finish up and plate it all. Placing the dishes on a tray she turned with it hand and placed it on the table in front of him.
“Take her breakfast to her, and I expect to see her down for at least dinner.”
Drake snorted, “Only if I can trust her not to run. Right now I have her in the best possible position there is.” He finished his coffee, stood up and took the tray. “Tied to my bed,” he tossed over his shoulder on his way out.
Natasha was still sleeping when he entered the room. When she’d passed out last night, he’d cleaned her up and put a fresh set of panties on her, covered and let her sleep in peace. He was very tempted to join her in bed, but decided that after he had a taste he couldn’t trust himself to not go further.
Placing the tray on the nightstand, Drake pulled the sheet down her body. He touched her back before moving up and freeing her wrists. Once that was done, he sat down next to her and rubbed her back.
“Natasha, time to get up.” She moaned, squirming away from him. “Come on honey, breakfast is ready.” Another groan and his hand went up and down on her ass.
“Hey!” She came up off the bed eyes wide open. He smiled, cocked his head to the side, and looked down at her bare ches
t. She squealed, crossing her arms quickly over her breasts. “Knock that off!”
“Can’t help it,” He licked his lips, grinning at her. “You’re too damned tempting.”
She growled and rolled away from him off the bed. Still covering her breasts from his view she walked into the bathroom, slamming the door closed. Drake laughed softly and shook his head, then turned and stretched out on the bed, hands behind his head, ankles crossed. He sat and waited.
“Can I have something to wear please?” she called out from behind the door.
“Why? I like you as you are.”
“I’m not coming out in only a pair of see through panties.”
“You want something to wear you’re going to have to come out and get it yourself.”
He heard her growl again behind the door right before it opened and she once more came out with her arms crossed over her breasts. Drake watched her go right into the closet, closing that door also. He chuckled, got up, and went right in there with her.
Natasha jumped and moved fast as she pulled on a large sweater. When she grabbed for a pair of pants, Drake took hold of her hand stopping her.
“You’ve got enough clothes on for the moment,” he pulled her out of the closet and back to the bed where he gave her a push down next to the food. “Nelly wasn’t sure what to fix you for breakfast. You might want to let her know what you like.”
“Never has anyone asked me what I want to eat,” she said, her eyes locked on the food. “And it sure wasn’t anything like this.”
“If you don’t like it, I’ll have her fix you something else.”
She shook her head, picked up her fork and knife and started in on the meat. It amazed Drake that he was getting pleasure just by watching her eat the food. The enjoyment he saw on her face warmed his belly.
“This is good,” she stated with a mouthful of eggs.
“I’ll make sure Nelly knows you enjoy her cooking.” He moved behind her, taking up a lounging position around her backside. He touched her hair, letting the links run through his fingers.
“Think she’ll teach me?”
“How to cook?” She nodded. “Don’t see why not.”
She finished the food and stood up so fast he didn’t have time to grab for her. Drake tensed, waiting for her to bolt out the door. But she didn’t.
Natasha stood in the middle of the room turned and crossed her arms over her chest again. “So what now?”
Drake slowly sat up. He didn’t stand, just sat on the edge of the bed. “You know what.”
“I don’t know you Drake Draeger. I know nothing about you. So why would you think I’d willingly mate with you?”
He took a deep breath, willing himself to keep calm. “I would like for you to be willing, but keep in mind one thing, Natasha. Your cycle could make this unwilling for you.”
There was that fire in her eyes again, but somehow she managed to hold it back. “So what if I have my cycle here. It doesn’t mean I have to sleep with you.”
“And my heat?” He met her in the eye. “You think I’m going to stand by and go through that alone now that I have you?”
Her face heated up. “You’re not doing that—” She pointed to the bed. “—to me again.”
Now he had to smile. “You enjoyed that last night. In fact, I counted at least two very nice orgasms. And yes honey, I plan on doing that again very soon.”
“This is all it’s about?” she huffed. “You kidnapped me so you can get your rocks off?”
“Honey if I wanted to get my rocks off, I wouldn’t have had to kidnap you. Finding a willing woman has never been a problem for me.” He stood up slid his hands into his pockets. “I took you for mate. You want to wait until your cycle fine,” he shrugged. “I just thought you might want a more gentle touch for the first time, but I’ll play any way you want me to play. Just let me know.”
“This isn’t a game!”
“Can be.”
“Argh!” She turned and his heart gave a leap. Drake thought she was going to bolt and took a step in her direction, but she didn’t go out the door. Instead, she turned back around to him. “Did you think I was going to run again?”
“That’s my first thought.”
“Trust me, if I run you won’t be that close to me,” she sneered.
Drake narrowed his eyes on her and closed the distance between them. He backed her right up against the wall, pressing his body into hers, hands over her head. “And trust me honey. If you run again, I’ll tie you up and feast on that sweet pussy for a solid hour. Do you think you can handle my tongue, my fingers fucking you, drawing out orgasm after orgasm?”
“Don’t,” she breathed out.
He touched her cheek. So soft her flesh, so delicate feeling. “Can’t wait to feel those orgasms wrap around my dick, milking my own release from deep in my soul. I hunger for you Natasha,” he lowered his voice. “Hunger for you unlike anything I’ve ever hungered for in my life. Don’t let that hunger boil out of control. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then let me go.”
Drake shook his head lowered it and pressed his forehead to hers with a sigh. “I can’t do that. I’m sorry, but I can’t let you go, Natasha. I just can’t.”
She surprised him by pushing him away. “Then I can’t go along with this kidnapping.” He took a step back. Her chin went up, “I’m not coming to you as a willing mate, Drake Draeger. I’m not acknowledging a claim. You kidnapped me, therefore, I’m unwilling to everything that is you.”
Drake narrowed his eyes on her and bit the inside of his mouth. A tick started in his cheek and the beast inside him howled to come out and take. “Then Natasha Millard, let our games begin. But I promise you one thing,” he held his finger up. “I’ll have all of you before the full moon.”
He left the bedroom before more could be said—before he did something that he might later regret.
Chapter Four
Philip Millard stood in his office staring out at the night sky hating what he saw. Four days until the full moon, and forty-eight hours before the females of their race went through a needing cycle. Which meant his daughter was going to be having her cycle soon with the male that took her.
She was ruined. The bastard that did this was going to pay with his life.
“Nothing.” Ellie walked into the office with the simple word. Allen took a deep breath, turning around to face her. “No one has any idea where she’s at.”
“This rests on your shoulders,” he told her. “I blame you for this fuck up.” Elli didn’t flinch. “Someone has to know something!” he yelled.
“If they know, they’re not going to talk. The laws state a kidnapping of a female is allowed, and with you on the Cabinet still that law has to be upheld.”
Philip lost his cool and charged Elli. He grabbed her by the throat, shoving her up against the wall with a snarl. “Don’t quote the laws to me you bitch. I wrote the fuckers, I know them better than you do!” A hard yank and Elli went flying across the room, landing hard on the floor. “Boris!”
The door opened, and in walked a male of great worth. He was also a hunter, one that always found what he was seeking. Philip looked at the male. He stood at six foot at least. Short, spiky black hair, cold, gray eyes. He had the body of a large football player wearing pads. He was that thick in the body. He also was a cold-blooded killer if need be.
“You find her,” Phillip said. “You find her, kill the bastard that took her, and then you can keep her. She’s useless to me now.”
Boris said nothing. He nodded, turned, and walked right out.
“You do this and the clan will turn on you,” Elli stated, her voice a bit scratchy after the way he grabbed her.
Philip looked Elli right in the eye. “Who’ll know?”
* * * *
Drake sat outside, on the freshly poured patio watching the crew work on the pool that should’ve been done a week ago. Half of the guys were painting the pool and the other half were on t
he other end fixing cracks and sealing spots. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of beer. Between his legs, one raging stiff motherfucking dick!
Four days—four miserable, painful goddamned days until her cycle. Until she might need him, depending on how she handled it. Some females he heard had to be restrained when they went to a safe house. They tried to get free in order to mate. Some he heard just slept through it as if it wasn’t anything big.
Well however Natasha’s cycle was, he had four days to wait. Now what should he do in that time? Well, Drake thought he could always keep doing as he did last night, but then that wouldn’t work. Not since he informed her that if she ran, and when he caught her, he would do that anyway. So that one was out of the question right now. He had Nelly on his ass implying that he was going to rape Natasha any second and Tony walking around keeping his eye on him.
Fuck! Was this his house or theirs?
Drake finished his beer placed the bottle next to the others on the iron table and reached for another at the cooler next to this bare feet.
“Hitting them kind of heavy, aren’t you?”
He turned, ready to fight but eased up when he saw whom it was. James Laswell from the party.
“How’d you know where I lived?” Drake asked the man, watching him closely as he took a beer and sat down on the other chair.
“Asked around.” James twisted the cap and took a drink. “I will say you’re somewhat hard to find. But this place is great.”
Drake frowned. It was another one of those things he noticed himself doing. Frowning and scowling a lot.
“Thought you might be interested to know there’s this strange rumor going around,” James said. “A hunter has been put on to locate Natasha Millard.” James sighed, sat back in the chair, and put his feet up on the table. He looked right at Drake. “Rumor she was kidnapped.”
“Really?”
James nodded. “Also heard that Philip Millard is, shall we say, going mental.”
“That’s interesting.”
James and Drake seemed to have a small stare off before James busted out laughing. Drake held his breath waiting.
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