Coven's End: Kane (Coven's End Series Book 1)

by Lia Davis

  "Welcome," I said, smiling at her. "Thanks for coming."

  "Cut the crap, Kane. You said you had information for me."

  I motioned toward the overstuffed couch. I'd sat on hundreds before picking that one. It was comfortable and sturdy. "Please, have a seat."

  She tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder and gave me a look that either meant she was about to punch me, or she was about to rip my clothes off.

  I'd take either.

  "Please, Jillian, have a seat. There's no reason we should be hostile with each other." I knew damn well she was as turned on as I was. Her entire body screamed sexual tension, and if I wanted to, I was sure I could smell it on her.

  I didn't make any attempts to scent her, thought. It was considered rude in our circles.

  Humoring her, I let her know what I'd found out. I really had researched the pin. "It's a militant group, all right." I grabbed my laptop and sat beside her. "They're private, and hard to find information on. I had to go into the dark web to get what I did."

  She leaned away from me and gave me an appraising look. "I hadn't realized vampires knew what the dark web was."

  I roared with laughter before composing myself. I didn't want her to think I was laughing at her. "Our generations learn and grow just like yours do, just like the humans do. My mother couldn’t turn on a computer if Satan himself popped in and demanded it of her. My children will likely do more than I can dream of. It's the way of the world." I tried not to sound like a know it all, but I might have failed.

  "Indeed, grandpa," she said with a chuckle.

  "I guess I deserved that," I replied. "Anyway, the mercenaries are for hire, but mostly they do contract government work." I pulled up a few pages I'd found moments before calling her.

  The information was too vague. As I browsed around and looked for more tidbits about them, she became engrossed in the search, forgetting about her discomfort. Finally I resorted to hacking into the human government's military databases. It wasn't easy, but I did it. "Finally, a name," I muttered. "The Red Night."

  She leaned back, once again assessing me. "You're not at all what I expected you to be."

  "And what did you expect?" I asked, even though I was pretty sure I knew exactly what she'd thought about me. Everyone did.

  "Bad boy, dominant, brutish," she said matter-of-factly.

  "I am those things at times." What do you think of that?

  "And with me?" She cocked her head at me.

  "With you? With you I want to be everything, all things. I've had you in the back of my mind for three years, Jillian. I've denied it, thought of ways around it, thought of ways to make it stop, and nothing works. The legends are true. We are doomed if we give in, but we will not be able to fight it. I've already lost the battle." As I spoke, I inched closer to her face. Her eyes rested on my lips as I told her of the futility of fighting our attraction.

  She didn't move and didn't resist as I closed the distance and pressed my lips to hers. I stayed that way for two beats of her heart, then pulled back, looking directly into her eyes.

  I raised my eyebrows in a question. Her eyes moved over my face, studying me, then rested again on my lips.

  She didn't so much press her lips to mine as she climbed on top of me and devoured my mouth. I hadn't realized lycans could move so fast. Then again, she was heir to the High Alpha, so she was probably gifted.

  Her hands went into my hair as her crotch settled on my dick. Unfortunately, there was too much clothing between us. I flexed my hips, pushing my denim-covered erection into her groin. She moaned into my mouth and her small tongue pushed at my lips.

  It was a night of firsts, because I'd never kissed a woman who so vehemently kissed me, dominating me. I was used to being the one in control in most relationships. The only person I ever deferred to was my mother.

  My mate was different. I'd let Jillian lead me around by my nose and I'd do it with a sappy grin on my face.

  Her hands slipped under my shirt, and her soft palms grazed my stomach. I fought a chuckle and forced my body not to move.

  She didn't need to know I was ticklish.

  Using every ounce of willpower I had, I pushed her gently away. "Jillian, before this goes any further, I need to know how you'll react if I bite you."

  She gasped, and her already desire-filled eyes blew wide open. Her pupils expanded, as did her irises. Her wolf was taking over. She growled low in her throat. "You want to attack me?"

  "No, never. I don't think I could make myself ever hurt you, but it’s part of sex for vampires. It makes your experience better too, I assure you, but I've never bitten a wolf. I don't know if there will be any negative consequences, and I didn't want to surprise you." Normally vampires only bit lycans in an effort to rip their throats out. It was well known that lycan blood was disgusting. At least that was the rumor. I didn't know if I'd even enjoy biting her.

  Her eyes shrank back to human again, and she relaxed against me. "Then yes. If you're not trying to hurt me, you can bite me. But please do it in a spot I can cover up. We heal fast, but who knows what a vampire bite will do?"

  As soon as she finished, I claimed her mouth again. Now that I knew for sure she was totally on board, nothing would stop me.

  She tasted like cherry lip balm and toothpaste. I breathed in her scent, her desire. She used an unscented soap, all of us had to. Our olfactory senses were too strong to allow most perfumes. The toothpaste was even strong, almost overpowering the smell of her.

  Jillian moaned into my mouth as I tugged on her t-shirt. She lifted her arms so I could pull her shirt up. When it was gone, her hair cascaded down and spread across her shoulders and curled around onto her chest. I stroked her chest where it covered her and found it silky smooth. With gentle fingers, I brushed it over her shoulders, then peppered her bare chest with kisses, intentionally ignoring her breasts.

  She responded to my touch by arching her back, pressing into my fingers. The soft moans of pleasure were almost my undoing. Damn, she was hot. And all mine.

  Slipping her bra straps down her arms, I used my fingers to gently tease her soft skin. I didn't know who I was tonight. I was never gentle. I didn't caress or kiss. I liked it hard and fast, rough. Jillian made me want to take care of her, make sure she had everything she needed.

  Jillian reached behind and unclasped her bra, spilling her breasts out. They were glorious. I sat back and stared at her for a moment while she grinned at me.

  "Like what you see?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

  "I do." I ran one finger between her breasts. One was slightly larger than the other, and the shape wasn't absolutely round. They weren't perfect, but they were magnificent. Large, tan nipples puckered under my scrutiny, shrinking as if begging me to put my warm mouth on them.

  Not one to make beautiful breasts go unattended, I cupped them as I took one bud into my mouth. She responded beautifully to my attention, moaning and grinding on my hard cock as I licked, sucked, and bit at her nipples. My fangs ached to slide out and sink into the skin around her areolas, but I resisted. There would be plenty of time for that later.

  She was mine. I just had to finish claiming her.

  I lost myself in her body, kissing her everywhere I could reach, caressing her. My sexual past had involved nothing like the attention I lavished on her. I found myself enjoying the new experience immensely.

  She tugged on my hair, and I lifted my mouth from her stomach. She had leaned back in my lap and supported her upper body on my coffee table as I gradually worked my way down her abdomen.

  "Off," she demanded as she pulled on my shirt. "This is going too slow. My wolf is going insane."

  She was full of fire. No one dared command me, and I'd never before allowed it. But hearing it from my mate sent a jolt of pleasure through me. She could’ve commanded me to walk out in front of a car and I would’ve seriously considered it. I pulled off my shirt in a hurry and she moved forward again, pressing her warm tits against
my chest.

  "Bed." She continued her instructions, which I followed like an errant pupil, jumping up with her legs wrapped around my waist, then kissing her with all the hunger I had inside me as I walked over to the bed.

  Lowering her gently onto my plush bedspread, I stood and admired her, lying below me, wearing only her jeans. I had no idea when she'd kicked off her boots, but her feet called to me.

  Another thing I'd never done. Feet were for walking on, not kissing. But Jillian's toes were tiny and... Dear Satan, was I about to think they were cute? What was wrong with me?

  I dropped her foot and lowered myself onto her, snarling. She was mine.

  She was ready for me. Her hands went to my belt, and I lifted myself once again, ready to touch her, feel her warmth.

  She wiggled out of her jeans as I unbuttoned my pants. Her eyes were glued to my cock as it sprang free. I flushed, again surprised at my emotions. I wanted her to find me attractive. When had I ever cared about that?

  My dick was a bit more than average, nothing to write home about, but it definitely got the job done. I'd never had any complaints, anyway. And I'd definitely had women come back for more. I wasn't worried about pleasing her. I'd make sure she'd get her fill before I got mine, but I wanted her to find me attractive.

  She sat up, perhaps noticing my moment of vulnerability, and pulled me to her as she scooted toward the head of the bed. I climbed after her, eyes on her core. She wasn't totally clean shaven, but I could tell she cared for herself.

  "Sorry," she whispered. "I probably should've taken a moment to neaten up, but once you called, I don't think I could've stopped myself long enough to trim.”

  "You're gorgeous. Every part of you." Her insecurity probably came from the stubble on her mound, but I'd never minded hair. Pussies were one of my favorite body parts, and each one was beautiful, whether it was shaved bald or full of hair. I stopped moving forward and put my hands on her knees, spreading them further apart.

  Her lips parted, exposing her pink labia. She glistened with moisture, ready for me. Her body sang to me, mesmerizing me. It did exactly what was needed to draw me in and make me hers, body and apparently soul. My heart pounded out of my chest as I crouched down and tasted the liquid coating her clit.

  My blood turned to lava as my tongue tasted her. She was sweet and salty, nectar from Lucifer himself. The only thing in the world that could possibly taste better would be if I bit her through her folds. It was still too soon for that. Lots of fun to discover. For now, I'd taste her and give her all the pleasure I could.

  She reached down and spread herself further for me, exposing her nub more fully. I drew it into my mouth, sucking and flicking it with the tip of my tongue. I had to grab her hips to steady her as she squirmed under me, crying out.

  "Kane," she moaned. "That's amazing."

  She wasn't close to coming though. I wanted to make her fall apart, so I adjusted my angle and slipped a finger inside her. "Keep yourself spread," I ordered.

  Curling my finger upward, I attacked the inner part of her sure to drive her to an orgasm as I drew her clit into my mouth, sucking and teasing.

  It wasn't long before she cried out as her orgasm slammed into her. Not many women were capable of ejaculation, and I swallowed it down, delighted. My mate was a rare find.

  "I need to be inside you," I growled softly as I looked down at her.

  She nodded her head and I moved up so she could reach between my legs, grabbing my cock and pulling me to her entrance.

  Jillian

  Seconds after he gave me one of the most intense orgasms of my life, he rose over me, begging to fuck me with those eyes and the husky growl. I didn’t know vampires could growl like that. Damn, he was hot.

  I grabbed his thick cock and pulled him to me, ready for him to make me scream again. If he could do that with his mouth, I couldn't wait to see what he could do with his dick.

  He leaned down on his elbows, his cock barely in my entrance. "Are you ready?" he whispered at my neck. His words were slurred, and I pulled back a little to see his face. His fangs were out. This was it. The bite. My insides twisted and fluttered like a million butterflies were fighting to escape.

  "Get on with it," I snarked, and he laughed.

  "My mate is demanding."

  "You'll get used to it." I closed my eyes to the emotions my own words brought up. We might not be able to keep our hands off of each other, but it would have to be secret. It would have to be hidden from our people.

  My eyes flew open as he pushed his dick fully inside me, and at the same time, sunk his teeth into my shoulder. Pain quickly turned to pleasure, and I was lost, swimming in a river of desire.

  The legends were true. Holy fuck they were true. My body spasmed as he glided in and out of me. He hit me in all the right places, his pelvis pushing against my clit every time he was fully seated.

  My orgasm started the moment his fangs pierced my skin. My vaginal walls clenched repeatedly around his dick, and tiny explosions of pleasure engulfed my entire core every time he slammed into me.

  In the moment, it felt like my climax lasted for hours, but it was probably only a minute or two. He pulled his fangs out of my neck then kissed the spot where they'd entered me.

  His thrusts took on a new vigor.

  "Your blood is amazing. I'm energized, and I can't get enough of this tight pussy." He slowed down, thrusting slowly and firmly at regular intervals as he looked down at me.

  I pulled my legs up and put my hands behind my knees, bending my body totally in half and giving us a new angle to enjoy.

  Apparently Kane liked it, because his thrusts became wilder and more erratic. "Jillian, you're fucking perfect," he gasped.

  Another orgasm began to build, his rhythm making my body respond in wonderful ways. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around him as it washed over me, yearning to feel him fully inside of me as I clenched around him.

  He got the hint and pushed in hard, falling on top of me and kissing my ear as I came again, milking his cock.

  My wolf was exhausted. Kane began to move again and she stirred, but far less emphatically. She'd been sated but was always up for a little more.

  Kane pulled out and tapped my hip. "On your knees," he commanded.

  I wasn't the only bossy one, and his tone woke my wolf completely up. She usually liked being in charge, too, but it was different with him.

  Rolling over, I curved my spine to stick my ass up in the air. It came naturally to me as a lycan, this position. My wolf loved to fuck when shifted, too.

  He guided himself to my entrance, then with his hands on my hips, pushed slowly into me. I tried to push back toward him, but he used his impressive strength to hold me off. He wanted to torture me, apparently. I could've fought against him, I wasn't exactly a weakling, but I decided to let him have his fun.

  Tossing my hair back, I looked at him over my shoulder. He was watching his cock glide in and out of me.

  "You like to see yourself fucking me?" I asked him.

  "I've never cared before. With you, I want it all," he replied as he closed his eyes and squeezed my hips.

  I pushed against him, hard, and he growled at me, giving me what I wanted. More.

  He set a relentless pace, and I had to put my arms out in front of me on the bed to stop him from launching me forward. Another orgasm built, making it the most orgasms I've ever had in one night.

  "Harder," I gasped.

  "I don't want to hurt you," he replied, voice strained.

  I laughed, and he yanked me toward him in a particularly hard thrust. "You won't hurt me," I said. "I'm not fragile."

  He must've believed me, because he increased his pressure, slamming his cock into me faster than I could've imagined. Vampires were known for their speed, but I'd never applied it to fucking.

  It was amazing. My body produced more and more liquid to compensate for his speed, and my orgasm was almost as good as the one I'd experienced with his teeth in me.<
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  Just as I crested and was about to fall over the side of the pleasure wave, he leaned forward, fully seated, and bit my shoulder.

  I screamed out my pleasure, clenching his dick inside me, pushing back against him. He pulled his teeth out of my shoulder, groaned, then cried my name. His voice washed over me, soothing me as my orgasm left me.

  That was, without a doubt, the best fuck I'd ever had. And I was pretty sure I was well on my way to being lost to him, the vampire mate I couldn't have.

  7

  Jillian

  Fuuuuuck. What happened last night? I opened my eyes in a strange bedroom and let the feelings wash over me. Shame, joy, anger, embarrassment. I looked over at Kane, asleep on his stomach, one hand slung across my hips. I couldn't stop a grin from spreading across my face. He was hot, even with drool leaking from the corner of his lips, smushed against the pillow.

  I rolled over onto my back and slid his arm off of me. It was morning, and if I didn't make an appearance at home soon, they'd know I’d been out all night. Not that there was anything wrong with me having some fun, but they'd be pissed nobody knew about it.

  My guards. The smile was wiped off of my face in a wave of more shame. Quin would freak when he found out. If he found out. Maybe I could keep it from them. They both liked to sleep late, as I usually did, too. I twisted my head to look for a clock and realized the apartment was fitted with blackout curtains. I could see a sliver of light behind them but had no idea what time it was. My phone was across the room in the purse I'd left on the couch.

  My wolf purred at me, totally content. She'd enjoyed herself immensely the night before. Traitor. I mentally chastised her, and my thoughts went back to Quin and Voss. They'd feel betrayed if they knew. I had to hide it.

  What would happen if I didn't? Could there be a positive outcome from this? Fate brought us together, and the legends all said that fated mates were really, truly supposed to be together. Could our union help soothe the strife between our species?