Brothers - Pack Special- Complete Set (Books 1 - 8)

by M. L. Briers

  “Excuse me?” She managed, her voice a little squeakier, a little higher pitched.

  “You.” Justice couldn’t seem to make a coherent sentence. He wanted to sweep her up into his arms and take her into the bathroom himself. He wanted to rip the clothes from the both of them and do everything that his beast urged, that his body needed, and yet his muscles held him rigidly in place, welded to the spot.

  “Are you okay?” She spluttered a small laugh.

  “Noooo,” he shook his head, then he realised and nodded instead. “Yes, I just need a moment.” He demanded that his feet move, and yet he felt wooden, as if someone had poured quick drying cement on those damn feet as he’d been standing there.

  His throat was dry, his tongue parched…

  “Justice?” She chuckled again. He looked as if someone was pulling his strings as he stopped at the bedroom doorway and turned back towards her. Those eyes of his travelled her body once more before settling on her eyes.

  “You should shower,” he shooed her away, but she just grinned at him.

  In that moment she knew exactly what was wrong with him. He looked as if his tongue was about to lop out of the side of his mouth. His eyes had darkened, and he had a hungry look about him.

  She also noted the tension within his shoulders. The way that his muscles had seemed to lock up, and there was one very decided bulge in his jeans that she couldn’t dismiss.

  Sophia could have taken pity on him – he was- after all – a man, and yet she couldn’t help that little devil upon her shoulder that wanted to tease him a little…

  “Perhaps you need a cold shower first?” Her eyes stayed on that bulge and she was sure that she saw his jeans strain a little more as his length twitched.

  “I think I need a snow bath,” he growled, turning once more away from her if only to get her eyes off his erection. It felt as if she was actually touching it, the damn thing was jumping all over the place in excitement, and his heart was practically battering his ribs to get out of his chest.

  She was either going to be the making of him, or the death.

  “I’d offer to help you with that, but…” she left those words hanging in the air at the sound of a deep hungry rumble that floated through the air towards her, as Justice slowly turned back.

  “Be careful, Sophia. I only have so much self-control in me where you’re concerned.” Justice meant it. He’d never hurt her, never take her without her permission, but that didn’t mean he could control himself enough to stay away from her.

  “And what would you do, Justice?” She’d almost called him alpha, but he wasn’t her alpha, not yet, and the thought of equating him with Reaver sent a chill through her.

  “I might just kiss you for a long while until you realise that I’m your man.” He offered back, but before she could take his words on board he’d stalked from the room and closed the door shut behind him.

  “I already know you’re my man.” She said quietly.

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  Sophia tugged the hooded sweatshirt down further over her lower thighs and the material brushed the tops of her knees. If it had been a summer dress then she wouldn’t have been half as fussy about her legs being on show, but somehow having his clothes covering her body made her feel more self-conscious.

  The shower had been hot and almost decadent against her skin, and she knew that she’d stayed in there longer than she should have as she used his products to clean her body and wash her hair, and yet, she needed it. Time alone was at a premium since she’d met Justice, and for some reason standing under the hot water had seemed to wash away, not only the tension inside of her, but some of her troubles too.

  He’d warned her to be careful around him, but she didn’t feel a heartbeats worry that he was going to hurt her.

  I might just kiss you for a long while until you realise that I’m your man…

  Every time that Justice’s words replayed in her mind so her body took flight with a thousand butterflies inside of her stomach as it rode an imaginary rollercoaster, and her womb danced to its own tune. Not one that she was familiar with.

  The man was as sexy as hell and she couldn’t get his face to leave her mind. Every time that she closed her eyes she saw him there, smiling at her with those soulful eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

  She had a decision to make. One that would affect the rest of both of their lives, his maybe more importantly than hers.

  She could deny him and leave. Walk away from him and never look back, all she risked was never having that one true love that would be by her side no matter what until the day that she died, but for Justice the ramifications could be the end of the man, literally.

  If she left and he turned rogue then his pack would have to hunt him down and end his life. That thought brought a deep pain inside of her that she’d never expected to feel.

  The man had almost died by her hand once – to walk away would surely finish the job that she had started. Her mind flicked to him lying on the floor of the cabin, dying, his broken body struggling to pull in a breath, and she’d found herself feeling physically sick.

  Now, as she pulled open the bedroom door and took a step out into the wide open space of Justice’s cabin, she felt a rush of excitement blaze through her just at the sight of his broad back. The man turned his head to look at her over his shoulder and the rest of him followed around.

  His eyes scanned down her body before slowly going back up again. She heard the start of a rumble that rolled in his chest, but never got to his throat as he bit down on it.

  His eyes had already gone black, a sure sign that his emotions were in play and she looked down at herself to check that the front of the sweatshirt hadn’t lifted up too far, exposing her goodies to him.

  “What’s wrong?” She asked and Justice could have bitten his own tongue clean off.

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  CHAPTER TWELVE

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  Just the sight of her, dressed in his clothes, swamped by the material that had once been against his skin and was now against hers, was almost too much for his libido to handle. The cloth hung from her shoulders and the arms reached down over her fingertips, and it tried to cling to the swell of her breasts and over her hips, and yet she was never going to fill it out… Maybe in places, one day, if he planted a pup within her belly…

  Justice growled again. Her bare, shapely legs just seemed to dangle out from underneath the tent like covering, and he grinned.

  “You really are an elf.” Justice chuckled, but the sound was deeper – it held a lot more bass as his beast pushed forwards urging him to go to her, to claim her as theirs.

  “Can an elf do this…?” She zapped him, just a touch, just a little, and he opened his mouth, expecting it to be so much worse, and closed it again as she pulled her power back.

  “I’ve never met an elf.” Justice admitted with the kind of smile that would have knocked her panties right off – had she been wearing any.

  “Well, I can assure you that they can’t.” She took a step towards the kitchen counter where he was standing and he growled in earnest this time, so she stopped.

  “I’m in control,” he assured her – thinking that she might be worried by his beast trying to force itself out.

  “Of your wolf,” she scoffed, and he frowned hard.

  “Of everything. I’m not going to pounce on you, Sophia.” He started forwards and she sidestepped his approach, but he hadn’t been intent on getting to her. She’d been right, what he needed was a cold shower and some alone time.

  “Coffee’s on, help yourself. I’m going for that shower.” Justice moved on fast feet and she bit down on a smile of knowing as she kept her back to the bedroom door until he closed it behind him. Then she allowed herself a small chuckle.

  “I know what you’re doing,” she chuckled again, as the thought of him naked in that shower sent heat between her thighs.

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  Justice gripped his erection inside of his fist and stroked down. The cold water hadn’t worked the way that he’d hoped it would and he was still hornier than hell. He needed to relieve some of that pent up tension within him, and yet, it only took him a couple of strokes of his hand to know that this wasn’t going to relieve anything – solve any of his problems.

  Only having his mate beneath him as he stroked into her would do that.

  Only tasting her body, touching, skin to skin would see off the needs inside of him.

  Justice washed up fast and hit the shower off. Grabbing the towel from the shower door, he turned to find her standing in the bedroom, mug of something that scented like coffee in her hand, and her eyes fixed and loaded on his body.

  He couldn’t breathe. Her eyes might as well have been her touch, and as they travelled down over the hard muscles of his chest and locked onto his even harder cock that jutted away from his flat stomach, and twitched at the feel of her eyes devouring it, a growl rolled through him that pushed his breath out again.

  The sound of his hungry growl snapped Sophia right out of her daze. She jumped in place and the hot coffee spilled out of the mug and over her hand.

  That seemed to do the trick to bring her sanity back, and she cursed as she tore her eyes from him. She grabbed at the cup with her other hand, but he was already there in front of her, taking the cup with one hand and placing it down on top of the drawers, as his other hand wrapped around her other wrist.

  Then he was leading her into the bathroom and shoving her hand under the cold water tap before she even knew what she was doing. It was him – his hot body standing behind her, caging her inside of his arms as he held her hand under the water… his breath against her cheek as he leant down to take a look… it overwhelmed her.

  The feel of safety just from having him that close. The feel of security in knowing that he was caring for her. The feel of his hard body pressed against hers…

  Her emotions took a rollercoaster ride along with her stomach. He growled and she felt it roll through her body, binging every hair to attention, every inch of her skin alive…

  “I have to scent you.” Justice tried to mute his growl as best he could, but it was a reflection of just how hungry for her he was and it wanted out.

  “Yes.” She didn’t think it mattered if she’d agreed or not, but it felt good to be able to control something in her life, even that, even something as small as the word yes.

  Justice dipped his head and nuzzled between her head and her shoulder, and the fact that she tilted her head to one side to allow him access, both inflamed his beast and soothed it at the same time.

  She hadn’t denied him this basic instinct – this necessity of who he was – there was hope.

  His cheek brushed against her ear and he heard her draw a ragged breath, felt her body stiffen inside of his arms, and he breathed her in. Her very essence was consigned to his memory – and the best thing was that she scented like him too.

  She’d used his wash and shampoo, and in some small way it was as if he could tell himself that he’d put his claim on her naked body. His cock twitched hard against her back and he heard her breathe in hard once more.

  Justice couldn’t help himself. He brushed his lips against the soft, smooth skin of her neck and expected her to tense once more, but she didn’t, she melted back against him, and his beast roared within him.

  He brought one large hand to rest against her stomach, his thumb up between the valley of her breasts, and his brain clocked the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath the thin material of his sweatshirt. He wanted to taste, to touch, to explore, but he didn’t want to push her too far too fast, and yet, when her hand covered his, skin against skin, and that tingle of mate on mate travelled over him – he needed more.

  She moved and he could feel the bare skin of the backs of her legs against his and he wished that she was totally naked. Naked and open to him in ways that she probably couldn’t imagine now.

  Justice felt her move. An awkward movement that was stunted by the way that he was wrapped around her, and he bit down on the need to tighten his arms around her and keep her right there against him.

  Instead, he allowed her the space that she needed, and she turned within his arms, bringing her body up against his, feeling his hard length crushed between them.

  Justice lifted his hand and cupped her cheek as she rested her palms flat against his naked chest, the coldness of her wet hands from the water doing little to sooth his heated skin. His body was of fire with the need for her.

  He could wait no longer to taste her lips. He brushed his against hers just once – giving her the opportunity to pull away if she wanted to – if she needed too, and yet she didn’t move.

  He claimed her lips then. A brush turning into a kiss – that wasn’t enough, would never quash the desire that flared inside of him. His beast clawed to be set free – to mark her as theirs – to claim her so that she would never walk away from them, but Justice pushed that part of himself back.

  His hand moved from her face to her hair, his fingers lost in the wet mess of silken strands as he fisted it, keeping her there with him, taking the kiss deeper and deeper, and devouring her senses. His other hand moved around her waist, lifted her against him, and he almost died and went to heaven when he felt her legs wrap around his hips.

  The beast went wild inside of him. His body couldn’t get enough of the feel of her. His hand fisted the sweatshirt and yanked it upwards and she gasped against his lips as his cock pressed against her naked sex… the groan that caught in his throat matched the moan that came from deep within her.

  Justice turned them from the sink. Lowering her backside down to the side and freeing up his hand to climb under the sweatshirt and trace over her smooth skin, up her ribs to her left breast, cupping it as the pad of his thumb rolled her taut nipple.

  Sophia’s hips pressed forwards. She was practically like a feline as she rubbed her sex against his shaft, searching for that glorious jolt that went straight to her womb…

  She broke away from his lips and her head went back against the wall as her eyes closed to the world and she revelled in the feel of him against her.

  His lips burned a trail down her neck… his blunt teeth nipping, and the sound of the hungry growl that rolled through him only heightened her need for him…

  She heard her name of his lips and answered with his on hers. His large hands ran down to the base of the material and he yanked it up and over her head, before tossed it away.

  Her eyes came open and she met his…

  There was a question there. His hips were rocking against hers. The press of his cock against her sex was making her gasp as it ran against her most sensitive flesh, and she could feel her body climbing, reaching for…

  Sophia’s mind rushed with thoughts of what this meant, what they were doing, what would happen the moment that he was inside of her, taking her, claiming her…

  She had a question to answer… not just to him but to herself.

  Could she really be the mate to an alpha?

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  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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  “Justice…” Sophia bit out his name as the knot inside of her tightened. She wanted more. Needed more.

  “Let me relieve some of that damn tension inside of you…” he growled against her ear. He was desperate to be inside of her, but it was her that was important here.

  If she only allowed him this, right then and there, he could live with that. He wanted all of her, but he’d take what he could get and pray that he could woo her around to staying with him forever.

  Sophia cursed out as she slapped the palm of her hands against his shoulders and her fingers curled into his flesh. Her feet found the hard taut cheeks of his backside and she moved her hips, trying to take his length inside of her.

  “I need…” Her words broke the spell that he’d cast himself. He’d thought that this was it, that this was all he could ho
pe to have of her, now he wasn’t so sure.

  “If I take you…” Justice couldn’t look at her. He kept his head down beside her neck and growled the truth beside her ear.

  “Yes… yes, I know. You’ll mark me as yours, need to claim me, to bond. I…” her mind swirled. This was it. This was her last chance to walk away from him.

  “Sophia,” he growled out the warning, desperate to make her his, desperate to pull away from her and not risk the torture…

  “I’m yours, Justice.” Sophia’s lips were a breath away from his ear. He froze in place, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe for the longest moment of his life.

  Then his beast roared within him, practically startling him into action and he snapped his upper body back and took her in with his eyes.

  “That’s…” he frowned hard. “Are you certain-?”

  “Are you saying that I should rethink?” Sophia tossed back quickly and his eyes went wide in a Scooby Doo moment as his face became so animated that she couldn’t identify every emotion that swept over it.

  “What? Me? Nooo,” he shook his head fast. “You? This… we can-”

  “You wanna wait?” Sophia raised her eyebrows high up onto her forehead and felt the rush of amusement within her.

  “W-a-i-t-?” His eyes moved from side to side as if he was trying to read the answers that were written across her breasts.

  “My eyes are up here,” she teased and his eyes snapped to hers as he swallowed hard.

  He nodded, but he didn’t have a clue why. She’d thrown him a curveball…

  “I like those too…” his eyes dropped back down to her breasts and she couldn’t contain the chuckle that escaped her lips. His eyes snapped back up again, and if she didn’t know better she could have sworn that some unseen hand had slapped him around the back of the head.

  “Don’t think too hard, you’re male, you might break something.” She grinned at him, her eyes were alive with mischief and amusement.