A Mate for Titan (The Program Book 7)

by Charlene Hartnady

  “It’s true though.”

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Yes, it does.” He took her face in both his hands and forced her to look at him. “We belong together. We fit. We get each other. I don’t want to live without you.”

  “What about your lores? Your kings?”

  “I don’t give a shit! I don’t know why it took me so long to realize it but none of that matters.”

  “Of course it matters. What are you saying? You could end up in jail or beaten to within an inch of your life or worse.”

  “I might be banished from vampire territory. I’ll probably be whipped but it would be worth it. I love you, Natasha. I want to be with you. Not just for a couple of days, or weeks. I want us to be partners.” His eyes were so intense. They zoned in on hers. “For real. Not just nine to five.”

  “Really?” she squeaked.

  Was he serious? He couldn’t be serious. Was this even happening? She wanted to pinch herself or pinch him. Maybe he wasn’t thinking straight. She could feel her eyes welling with more tears. She couldn’t stop them. Natasha sniffed. She blinked a couple of times.

  “Don’t cry. Please don’t.” Titan was breathing hard. His voice was choked up with emotion. “Just tell me that you’ll at least think about it … please.”

  “No.”

  “Come on, I’m begging you here. I’ll even go down on both knees.”

  “I don’t have to think about it.” She gripped his wrists.

  “You must. I’m not letting you leave until you think things through.”

  “You won’t let me leave. Really?” He was so cute when he was being bossy.

  “Yeah.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I’ll throw you over my shoulder, tie you to the bed and spank you until you agree to at least think about it.” He was trying to make light of it even though his voice was thick. His eyes pleading. They clouded up. “I’m sorry, that was a terrible joke. I should never—”

  “It was an awesome joke. It means you’re starting to move on.” She held up a hand. “Before you say anything more, you need to know that I don’t have to think about it because it’s a no-damn-brainer. I love you too. We can do this if we’re together. If we have each other.”

  “Listen …” A growl.

  “Yes?”

  “You know when I said no rutting during working hours?”

  “It’s not working hours,” she pointed out.

  “Yeah, but we should be working since we took off early.”

  “Fair enough,” she conceded.

  “Well, we’re breaking that rule, just this once.” He picked her up and she put her legs around his waist.

  “I’m down with that,” her voice was husky in an instant.

  He backed her up into the closest wall and kissed her. Hard, deep, like a pro. He sucked on her tongue and nipped at her lower lip before devouring her mouth like he was the dark and she the sun, moon and stars.

  There was a loud ripping noise and a hard tug on her suit pants. Titan ripped them clean off. He yanked her thong to the side and zoned in on her clit. Firm, tight strokes that had her moaning hard from the word go. Then he plunged a finger inside her and she arched against him trying to rock her hips. She gripped him tightly around his shoulders and panted like a woman possessed. Just as the heat started to accumulate at the pit of her stomach, he stopped. Natasha made a noise of frustration.

  There was the sound of a zipper going down. Titan looked into her eyes as he pushed into her. His face became pinched, his eyes went straight to half-mast. His head fell back and he groaned. Like joining with her was everything.

  Then he was tugging her legs up his body, anchoring her against the wall so that her back was flush against it and thrusting into her. Hard and fast right from the start.

  “Oh … oh …” she moaned as he bent a little at the knees so that he could pound into her from below. Groaning, Titan moved away from the wall, holding onto her. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  She locked her ankles at his back. He was so big and thick inside her. Stretching the hell out of her.

  Titan walked over to the sofa and sat down. He ripped her jacket off. Buttons went flying. She tried to remove her holster.

  “No.” Titan smiled. It was strained. His cock throbbed inside her. “Leave it on.”

  He talked dirty, could fuck like a demon and liked violence. No wonder she was in love with him. Natasha smiled. “Who needs lace when there’s plenty of weapons and leather to go around?”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely! Only …” He gripped her shirt and ripped that across the front. More buttons went flying.

  Natasha bit down on her lower lip. “If you keep doing that I’m going to have to walk around naked soon.”

  “I won’t complain.”

  “You’re lucky I find it sexy, it’s just, I don’t have that many items of clothing and going out is going to be a problem.”

  “We’ll stay home.”

  “Indefinitely.” Natasha reached down and unclasped her bra, uncovering her breasts as best she could considering her holster was in the way. “Better?”

  “Much.” He eyeballed her boobs.

  “I’ll be the laughing stock when I’m forced to arrest this mole in nothing but my holster.”

  Titan tensed, his gaze turned stormy. “Not a fuck, I’ll buy you more clothes. Whatever you want.”

  “Titan?”

  “Yeah.”

  “We can have this conversation some other time.”

  “Agreed.” Titan bent down and suckled on her nipples. He rolled his hips, holding onto hers to stop her from moving. It was a slow grind that had her panting, it was enough to drive her crazy with need but not nearly enough to get her off.

  He moved from one breast to the other. Licking and sucking. Now he was making circular motions with his hips ending on a tiny thrust. Shit! It was good. He was good.

  Then he was kissing and licking her neck and sucking on her earlobes. He was thrusting into her but using tiny little movements, staying deep. “You’re driving me nuts.” She could barely get the words out she was breathing so hard. “Oh god! Oh! Just one …” she moaned. “Just one rub on my clit.” Another hard moan. “I’ll go off like a rocket.” Heavy panting.

  “No rubbing on your clit.”

  “No?” She sounded devastated and out of breath.

  “No.” Deep and guttural.

  “More then. I need more.”

  “No.”

  “I hate you.”

  Titan chuckled.

  “Oh my!” she gasped in both alarm and pleasure. Titan continued using those deep small movements. “Your fangs.” They were long and sharp. They looked pretty wicked. No wonder he had stopped kissing her. Might slice her wide open with those things. She felt both fear and excitement.

  He looked sheepish and closed his mouth. “Sorry,” he mumbled. He stopped moving. Her pussy complained big time by clenching. Her clit throbbed … begging to be stroked.

  “No, don’t be. You said it’s natural.”

  He nodded, he looked her head on. “I guess I’m just really thirsty. Every instinct is telling me to drink from you. We don’t normally look this bad. It’s hectic! I know I look scary but I would never harm you.”

  His frown was more prominent. His mouth, a weapon in itself, his eyes were much lighter, they glowed eerily. “You’re beautiful.”

  Titan laughed, out popped his fangs in all their glory. “You are too much, female. More than I could ever have hoped for.” He turned serious. “I love you, Natasha.” He tucked some loose hair behind her ear.

  “I love you too, all of you. I want you to drink from me.”

  His eyes narrowed. “No.” A rough rasp. He cleared his throat. “I …”

  “Yes, we’re going to be together. We’ve broken some major lores already, may as well add one more.”

  He looked like he was thinking it over. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, of course. Unless you would prefer to ke

ep drinking from Drago,” she raised her brows, “you—” he thrust into her, cutting off what she was about to say.

  “No. I want to drink from my female … from you.” He thrust hard a couple of times making her cry out but then he went back to those slow maddening little deep thrusts. Only this time he moved more quickly. It was a little like riding a vibrator.

  “Oh shit!” she groaned. “Yes, oh yes … just like that. Fuck …” She’d never felt anything like it before.

  Titan held her hips and fast-fucked her deep inside. As deep as he could get. Each quick movement produced a tiny bump against her clit which was doing a happy dance. Her g-spot was doing tumbles.

  Her eyes rolled back as her orgasm took her in a choke-hold of epic proportions. Her back went rigid and then everything spasmed.

  Titan roared. His head went back and then came down at her neck. He began to jerk and grunt. She could feel him coming just as she was coming down. There was a light pinch at the base of her neck. He sucked and she felt the pull on her nipples, her clit and deep inside her and all at once. The air seized in her lungs. On the second pull she felt like she was convulsing, it was that good. Her back bowed, her nipples tightened up some more. On the third pull, she was screaming, the ecstasy was almost too much. Then he was gulping and slurping. Sucking, sucking, sucking. It was all too much.

  “No!” A whisper.

  “Stop …” A moan.

  It was no longer pleasant. It hurt. Natasha screamed again, this time in pain. She tried to pull back but Titan held onto her in his vice-like grip. His fangs sank in deeper. “Titan!” Desperate.

  Pain.

  Pain.

  Pain.

  More gulping. His hands were tightening on her hips. Hurt! Stop! No! Her eyes were wide. Fear rushed through her. He was going to kill her. Titan was in one of those frenzies. He had to be.

  Gulping.

  Gulping.

  Sucking.

  Pain.

  His fingers dug into her. He was growling and grunting, sounding like a wild animal on a kill. She needed to do something. Her gun. Natasha used every ounce of strength she still possessed and reached over, unclipping her holster. She bowed her back to try and make space. She had to work to think clearly through the pain. She pulled out her weapon and disengaged the safety and put the muzzle to Titan’s chest. She tried to push the metal against his skin.

  He didn’t flinch. Didn’t stop. Didn’t seem to register at all. “Stop!” A croak. Her head was spinning. It was now or never.

  Natasha sobbed as she pulled the trigger. The gunshot was loud. Titan froze, mid-suck. He hung suspended for a moment. Then he pushed out a breath. It was a sound she had heard before. It was his body expelling its last breath. He slumped back. Blood trickled from his gaping mouth. His eyes were closed. Blood blossomed, radiating from a tiny hole in his shirt. His shirt slowly turned red. The patch growing wider and wider with each passing second. Other than that, all was still.

  Titan was dead. She had killed him.

  25

  What the hell had she done?

  Natasha clasped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. If she started screaming now she might never stop. Tears streamed down her face. The bullet looked like it had hit his heart. Another fucking kill-shot. It wasn’t like she’d had time to plan. It wasn’t like she could see what the hell she was doing. Oh god! What had she done?

  Her tears were coming down hot and thick.

  A phone rang. The sound shrill in the small space. It was the hotel phone. Shit! Double shit! Natasha wiped her tears and sucked in a deep breath. She put down the gun and stood up. It took a few seconds for the dizziness to pass. Then she quickly put the television on and picked up the still ringing phone.

  “Hello,” bright and breezy. Hopefully not overly so.

  “Good afternoon, Miss Walters. Um …” there was a pause. “Is everything okay there?”

  “Hold a sec.” She half covered the receiver. “What was that? Oh yes, I’ll have a soda.” She pretended to talk to someone … to Titan. Don’t go there. Her heart was beating out of her chest. “Yes,” she spoke into the phone. Again, sounding light and breezy. “Everything is great. Why?”

  “We had a guest from the tenth floor call in. Something about screaming and what sounded like it might be a gunshot.”

  “Nah! We’re watching a movie. I’m sure it was that,” she lied through her teeth. “It’s an action,” she added, wincing. Hopefully she wasn’t laying it on too thick.

  “Okay, Miss. Well … um … have a good evening then.”

  “You too.” She ended the call and walked back to Titan. Natasha sat down on the edge of the coffee table and gulped in some air. She was feeling weak and dizzy. After a few more deep lungfuls, she began to feel a bit better.

  The muzzle was directly against Titan’s chest when she had fired the shot. It had muffled the blast. That’s why the other guests hadn’t been able to hear it so well. There had been a few complaints over the last few days because of their loud sex. Titan had since rented every room on the eleventh floor and guests had been moved. Another saving grace.

  Tears began to flow all over again. What was it Titan had said? Something about vampires being hard to kill. Something about them being able to come back from the dead but not always. There was no way he was coming back from this. Natasha bit down on her lower lip to keep herself from sobbing. She needed to think. Maybe there was something she could do. Something she had to do to bring him back. She needed help.

  Brant.

  The King.

  The guy would probably have a coronary when he heard what had happened but she didn’t give a shit. She needed to try to help Titan. Needed to act now.

  His phone. Where the hell was it? She stood up. More slowly this time. The dizziness hit but not as bad. She went over to where he had left his weapons. His wallet and phone were on the pile. She went back to Titan and used his index finger to unlock the phone.

  She scrolled through his contacts and hit dial.

  “Hello! I’m hoping it’s good news.” It was the vampire king.

  “Brant,” her voice was frantic.

  “What the fuck! Why are you calling? What’s happened?” He didn’t sound happy. Natasha relayed the events in a rush. She told him they had sex, she told him about Titan’s frenzy. She told him about shooting him. She told him everything. All of it.

  “That’s why there are lores,” he growled.

  “I don’t give a shit about your lores.”

  “Clearly!” he yelled. “If you had, this wouldn’t have happened. How long have you been fucking?”

  “Can we talk about this some other time?” She was sobbing. Trying hard to hold back the emotions but she couldn’t. “What do I need to do to help him?” Natasha yelled, if he didn’t help Titan, she was going over there and shooting him as well.

  “He’s going to be just fine,” Brant sounded bored.

  “Didn’t you hear a thing I said? He’s dead. Not breathing. Bullet in the heart and all that.”

  “I heard.” Still bored. “You should check that the bullet exited his chest cavity. A through-and-through will heal quicker. If there is a bullet lodged in him, get a kitchen knife … something to pry it out. Do it now before he comes back. Otherwise his body will have to expel the bullet before it can heal. It’d be even more excruciating and will take longer. Now, how long have the two of you been fucking?”

  She ignored the question. “Are you sure he’ll be okay?”

  “Oh, forgot to check, are your bullets silver?”

  “No, they’re standard issue.” She pulled Titan forward. There was an exit wound, about the size of a large fruit, on his back. She made a sobbing noise.

  “Fantastic. No worries then.”

  “How the hell is he going to heal from this?”

  “Titan is a strong male. He just drank a crap ton of your blood. I’m going to assume that the two of you have been having lots of sex over the last couple of weeks.”

  “Days,” she corrected him. “The last four or five days.”

  “Good enough. It will help him,” he paused. “Hmmmmm … interesting. Drago lied through his fucking teeth when I asked him about the two of you.”

  Titan had met with Drago three days ago when he had dropped off the spy equipment they needed. “Leave Drago alone. He was only being a good friend to Titan.”

  “Was he?” Brant asked. “Titan has bloodlust. You could have died, female. What then? Is putting Titan in that kind of situation being a good friend? Titan would not have been able to live with himself if he had killed you. Just as well, because I would have put him to death if you had died. I still might …”

  “No!” she yelled. “You will not. You of all people should know how it feels. You had bloodlust. Your son—”

  “Leave Sammy out of this!” A snarl. She could hear she’d hit a nerve.

  Titan opened his eyes and sucked in a breath. There was a wheezing sound and blood squirted from the wound on his chest. He coughed, blood trickled from his lips.

  “Titan!” she shouted.

  “Female,” Brant said. “Have Titan call me once he is well enough.” She put the phone down and moved closer to him.

  More blood squirted from the wound but not as much this time. His eyes were wide and filled with pain. His features were pinched. His breathing sounded fast, wet and rasping. He coughed again, more blood trickled from between his lips.

  “What can I do?” she sounded panicked. Thank god he was back. Maybe Brant had been right. Maybe this would end okay after all.

  Titan swallowed. He wheezed some more and then he tried to sit up. His hands scrambled for purchase.

  “No. Stay still.” She held his shoulders. “Just breathe.”

  More rasping breaths. He blinked wildly and swallowed over and over, his lungs still wheezing. They still sounded wet. There was no longer blood squirting from the wound. It was trickling out. A little with every beat of his torn up heart.

  Titan kept swallowing. He grunted and clenched his teeth, agony written all over his face.

  “I’m so sorry!” She pushed his hair off his face. “I’m so, so—”

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