Unstoppable

by R. L. Mathewson

  She started to panic.

  She’d gone from telling herself that she was fine with the fact that she would never do any of the things that other women her age took for granted, and then, everything changed so quickly. It terrified her, but the way that he was starting to make her feel terrified her more.

  She wanted this.

  She wanted him.

  “Kale,” Ashley said, moaning his name as she opened her eyes to find everything brightly lit up, letting her know that her eyes were silver.

  Slowly exhaling, Ashley looked down and found herself looking into Kale’s bright eyes as he slowly slid his tongue back inside her. As she watched him, he slid his tongue in her one last time before running it back up and-

  “Oh, my god,” she mumbled weakly as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. It felt so good, Ashley thought when he did it again, making her ache for something more.

  “You’re so sweet, mo ghrá,” Kale said, groaning as he ran his tongue over her one last time before he slowly stood up, kissing a path up her stomach as he moved up her body, taking his time while she lay there, running her hands through his hair and over his shoulders, moaning his name. As he made his way to her neck, he reached back and grabbed hold of one of her legs and pulled it over his hip before doing the same with the other until her legs were wrapped around his waist.

  “Wrap your arms around me, mo ghrá,” Kale said as he turned his head and kissed her throat.

  As soon as her arms were wrapped around him, he was moving her away from the edge as he continued kissing her throat. When her back touched the pillows, Kale was settling between her legs and tearing another moan from her when she felt that large, hard bulge behind his zipper press against the sensitive spot that he’d teased with his tongue. She barely had a chance to moan his name when he began moving.

  He was going to fuck her.

  He’d told himself that he was going to take this slow, take his time learning her body and ease her into this, but as Kale moved against her, listening to the way that she moaned his name as she ran her hands over him, he realized just how fucking close he was to losing control. He’d never come this close to losing control before, never been tempted before, but god, did he want to lose control with her.

  For once, he wanted to know what it felt like to stop fucking thinking and let go. He was tempted to release the last hold that he had on his self-control and…

  He’d worked too fucking hard to let that happen.

  “Kale,” came the soft moan that reminded him of what he had to lose if he fucked this up.

  His mate.

  As much as he wanted her, and god, did he fucking want her, he would never allow himself to lose control, not when losing control meant losing her. Then again, he didn’t need to lose control to enjoy her, Kale reminded himself as he raised himself off her just enough so that he could reach between their bodies while he continued rolling his hips against her.

  It felt so good to move against her, Kale thought as he leaned down to kiss her as he pulled his belt loose. As he unsnapped his jeans and pulled his zipper down, Ashley moaned against his mouth while the scent of her sex became sweeter. He could have happily licked her pussy all day, but he’d been in fucking agony. Every lick of her pussy had driven him out of his fucking mind, causing his balls to pull up tightly and his cock to throb painfully until he couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Please,” Ashley whimpered as she moved against him, desperate for relief as he reached inside his pants and-

  “Fuck!” Kale ground out as the underside of his cock slid across her wet slit with the next roll of his hips. She was so fucking wet, Kale thought on a groan as he pulled his hips back so that the underside of his cock traced her slit until the tip of his cock was pressed against her slit.

  “Still want me to move faster?” Kale asked as he carefully pushed forward until he felt the tip of his cock push past her soft, swollen lips and pressed against the tight little hole that he’d give anything to slide into.

  “I…” Ashley whispered, swallowing nervously as her heartbeat picked up and her breaths quickened as the first tendrils of fear reached him and-

  “I’d really like to be able to walk normally after this,” she said, surprising a chuckle out of him.

  “How about we take this slowly and while we’re doing that, I focus on finding out just how wet I can make that pretty little pussy of yours,” Kale said, pulling back just far enough so that the tip of his cock was once again touching her slit before rolling his hips and sliding the underside of his cock against her as the scent of her fear disappeared and was replaced with that sweet scent that he couldn’t seem to get enough of as she moaned.

  “What about you?” Ashley asked, her breath catching as he continued rolling his hips against her, loving the way that her swollen, wet lips felt against the underside of his cock.

  “You don’t think that I like this?” Kale whispered as he brushed his lips against hers.

  “I did tell you that I’ve never done this before, right?” Ashley asked only to moan when the underside of his cock slid across her swollen clit.

  “I believe you’ve mentioned that once or twice,” Kale said, unable to help but smile as he brushed his lips against hers again as the next roll of his hips had her breath catching.

  Nodding, Ashley murmured, “Good,” only to follow that up with an, “Oh, my god!” when he pulled back, letting the tip of his cock slowly tease her slit.

  “Would it make you feel better if I told you just how good this felt?” Kale asked, kissing his way down to her throat.

  “I mean, it probably wouldn’t hurt,” she murmured absently as she spread her legs wider for him, making it easier to rub his cock between her swollen lips.

  “Your pussy feels amazing against my cock,” Kale whispered in her ear, groaning when he heard her breath catch and her body began to tremble beneath his. “I can’t get enough of you, the way that you feel, the way that your breath catches every time I slide against your swollen little clit, the way that you’re coating my cock, and making it so fucking easy to-”

  A scream was torn from Ashley’s throat as Kale moved faster, pressing a kiss against her neck with a moan as pleasure tore through his spine. She felt so fucking good, Kale thought, grinding his teeth as he forced himself to move faster and harder against her, making sure that he was grinding his cock against her clit with every roll of his hips. Pleasure tore down his spine and traveled the length of his cock, making the already sensitive tip feel so fucking good as he pressed one last kiss against her neck before he raised his head and…found himself looking into a pair of bright red eyes as memories that he’d fought so hard to forget slammed into him and-

  Had him struggling to get away from her.

  “Kale?” Ashley asked, struggling to catch her breath as he stumbled away from the bed.

  Unable to look at her, Kale shoved his cock back in his pants with trembling hands, grabbed his bag, and headed for the door, needing to get out of there and-

  “Izzy’s in trouble,” Jacob announced as soon as he opened the door.

  “Kale?” came the hesitant whisper that had him grinding his jaw as he closed the bedroom door behind him and forced himself to walk away.

  Chapter 38

  Williams Mansion

  “Thank god,” Ephraim said, chuckling as he listened to the little girl that no one had expected to survive scream her little head off, letting everyone in the mansion know that she was here to stay.

  It was going to be nice having another little girl in the house, Ephraim thought absently as he grabbed a shirt and placed it in his suitcase, unable to help but smile as he thought about his own little girl. After six long months, he was finally going to be able to pull Jill into his arms.

  He never should have let her go, never should have let her return to Rerum, and he sure as hell shouldn’t have trusted the Council to keep her safe. He should have taken her somewhere safe and figured out a w
ay to get that fucking mark off her neck. He’d fucked up, but at least they were able to keep her safe, Ephraim told himself as he grabbed the iPad that he’d loaded up with pictures of the boys, her nieces and nephews, all the new occupants of the house, and the short videos that he’d recorded every single day since the last time that he saw her, telling her how much he missed her.

  God, she was going to lose her mind when she saw how big Jessica had gotten.

  Speaking of Jessica…

  “Where Marc?” his granddaughter demanded as she grabbed hold of the comforter on his bed and struggled to pull herself up.

  “Marc is helping your mommy keep an eye on Tattletale,” Ephraim reminded her, noting the stubborn tilt of her chin that reminded him so much of Chris as he picked up the little girl that had everyone in the house wrapped around her little finger and placed her on the bed.

  As soon as he put her down, she was standing up with a glare as she propped her little fists on her hips and said, “I want Marc!”

  “You’re a demanding little thing, did you know that?” Ephraim chuckled as he leaned down to kiss her cheek.

  For a moment, Jessica stood there, glaring at him until she finally gave up waiting for him to get Marc for her, turned around and walked over to the pillows where he’d left the book that he’d read to her last night and grabbed it. With another glare that was just too fucking adorable for words, she marched back over to him, and with a look that told him that he better give in to her demands, shoved the book at him.

  “Grandpa can’t read to you right now, baby girl. I’ve got a flight to catch so that I can go see Aunt Jill and tell her how pretty you’ve gotten,” Ephraim said, picking her up and heading for the door when he realized that he forgot to grab the box of junk food that he bought for Jill, hoping that it would be enough to get her to listen to him.

  God, he couldn’t even imagine what had been going through her head over the last six months. He just prayed that she realized that they did it to keep her safe. She was going to hate him, and Ephraim really couldn’t blame her. They should have handled this a hell of a lot better than they did, but when he saw the mark that fucking leech left on her neck, he’d panicked, remembering a time when Jill couldn’t seem to fuck up her life fast enough and he’d reacted. She wasn’t that little girl anymore but in that moment…

  He would do anything to take that moment back.

  The only thing that he could do now was to get her out of that fucking cell and get her somewhere safe, Ephraim thought as everything took on shades of red and he felt his fangs slide down as the thought of his baby girl stuck in a fucking cell had him-

  “No!” Jessica said, slapping her little hand against his face with a stern look that had him biting back a sigh as he forced his eyes to shift back along with his fangs.

  “You really are a little bully,” Ephraim said, unable to help but chuckle as he took the stairs two at a time and quickly made his way to the kitchen to grab the box he’d packed with all of Jill’s favorite junk food, only to slowly come to a stop when he saw Eric walk in through the patio door.

  “What happened?” Ephraim asked, giving Jessica a quick kiss on the top of her head before he set her down at the kitchen table while he watched the Sentinel that looked like he’d been through hell and back hesitate by the patio door.

  After a quick glance at Jessica to make sure that she was staying out of trouble, he headed for the Sentinel, already knowing that if Eric told him that they’d changed their mind about moving Jill, he would be heading down to Boston to get her. He’d played by their rules long enough, hoping that it would be enough to keep his daughter safe, but enough was enough. She didn’t belong in a Sentinel holding cell and he was-

  “Jill’s dead,” Eric said hollowly.

  “What?” Ephraim asked, frowning in confusion as he tried to make sense out of what the Sentinel just said.

  Jill was fine.

  She was more than fine, safely tucked away in a cell where nothing could touch her and-

  She was fine, Ephraim told himself, closing his eyes as he slowly exhaled, feeling sick to his stomach as he listened while the Sentinel that he’d trusted to protect his child explained what happened when they tried to move Jill, the ambush, the human who’d attacked her and what happened to the guards moving her, and how there was nothing that they could have done to save her because she’d lost too much blood to survive. While the Sentinel’s words slowly sank in, Ephraim opened his eyes as the blackness that he’d once feared swallowed him whole and he fucking welcomed it.

  Maybe she should go to school? Indie wondered only to dismiss the idea as she swiped to the next page on the iPad that Ephraim got for her as she tried to figure out what she was going to do with the rest of her life.

  For years, she’d dreamed about the day when she finally escaped the Pack and all the things that she would finally do and now that she had…

  She was terrified.

  She really was also pathetic, Indie decided with a long-suffering sigh as she tossed the iPad on the bed. As soon as the iPad was out of her hands, Charlie, who’d patiently waited on the bed next to her for her to finish, rolled over onto his back and presented her with his belly. Maybe she was overthinking this, Indie thought as she obediently reached over to scratch Charlie’s belly.

  She should take up Noah’s offer to train her as a medic. At least that way she’d be doing something with her life, Indie told herself as her shoulders sagged in defeat, already knowing that she would never be able to do it. She couldn’t even think about blood without feeling like she was going to pass out. She had to think of something, Indie thought, only to feel her heart break when she heard the pain-filled roar that shook the house, letting her know that Danni had slipped into another coma.

  Releasing a shaky breath, Indie closed her eyes and-

  She didn’t want to do this.

  She didn’t want to leave her room or make her way to the bedroom at the end of the hallway and see Danni like that or watch her take her last breath. It would be so easy to stay where she was and pretend that she didn’t know what was happening. She could shut her bedroom door and lock it, hoping that it would be enough to block out the sounds of Caine losing it over watching his mate die again and hide in her closet until it was all over. She already knew that no one would blame her if she did.

  She was human and absolutely no match for a Pyte in the throes of bloodlust, but none of that mattered. She couldn’t leave Danni alone like that, Indie reminded herself as she opened her eyes and reluctantly climbed off the bed, thankful when Charlie followed her to the door where she waited, making sure that the coast was clear before she made her way down the long hallway.

  When she didn’t see anyone, Indie released another shaky breath and forced herself to move faster, praying that she didn’t run into anyone along the way, knowing that it would end with another lecture about…about…

  “Ephraim?” Indie said, biting back a groan when she spotted him standing at the top of the landing as she tried to come up with a reason why she was out of her room when a prickle of unease crawled up her spine and had her taking a step back before she realized what she was doing.

  This was Ephraim, Indie told herself, wondering why she was reacting like this only to feel a shot of terror rip through her chest when he slowly turned his head and a pair of bright red eyes locked on her. Swallowing hard, Indie risked a glance past him and really wished that she hadn’t when she spotted Eric covered in blood, struggling to pull himself up only to fall back down on the stairs with a pained groan and-

  “Dad?” came the softly spoken word that had Indie’s stomach dropping when she turned her head and found Marc standing by his bedroom door, shifting nervously as he glanced from his father, who’d now shifted his focus on his son, to her.

  She opened her mouth to call for help, only to remember that there wasn’t any. All of the other Pytes in the house, along with most of the Sentinels, left to help the Council find
the babies before it was too late. She had no idea where Ethan was. Probably off somewhere glaring, she thought. Madison left last night to pick up a few things from her grandmother’s house in Rerum for Jill, which was really unfortunate for all of them since she was the only one that could calm her mate down. Drew ran out with John to buy more baby supplies and dragged Samantha and Cloe with them, which meant that the only ones here at the moment were Kara, who’d just given birth and had two babies to protect, Noah, Izzy who was a Sentinel, but unfortunately for them, disabled, Eric who seemed to be down for the count, and all the babies napping in a room less than twenty feet away.

  No, wait!

  There was someone else, Indie realized, licking her lips nervously as she said, “Caine?” really hoping that the Pyte was listening, otherwise-

  “He got a call earlier and left. I was sitting with Danni, but I needed to grab my homework,” Marc said hollowly.

  “Did any of the others come back yet?” Indie asked even as she sent a hopeful glance in the direction of the front door.

  “No,” Marc said as Indie stood there, slowly exhaling as the realization that they were on their own sank in.

  “G-Go back in your room, Marc,” Indie managed to get out as she watched Ephraim bear his fangs with a growl that had her stumbling back before she could stop herself and-

  “Charlie, no!” she screamed when the dog that followed her everywhere ran past her and got between her and Ephraim, matching Ephraim’s terrifying growl with one of his own, drawing Ephraim’s attention and leaving her with no other choice but to grab the dog before he got hurt.

  She ran over to Charlie and grabbed his collar as she yelled, “Go!” when she realized that Marc was still frozen on the spot, staring at his father as though he’d never seen him before.