Eyes flying open, tongue dry as a cotton ball, he panted. Blood, he needed blood. He pictured it in his mind, containers of it waited in the kitchen. He started to get up but she lifted her head to shake it, tossing her hair back before settling back down.
His pupils dilated. That one simple move, that shift to get more comfortable just parted the hair at her neck, baring it to him. His mouth watered at the sight of her tan, golden skin. His eye twitched, need warring with want inside him. To taste her...
The battle inside didn’t last long.
He leaned down, pressing his lips against the incredible warmth at her neck. She made another one of those damn soft noises and his cock hardened into stone. Her pulse beat a slow, steady thump against his lips and he held them there, enjoying her life beating against him. She would be his anyway. He’d have her in his bed every night; have her neck while he took her from behind.
Something dark and possessive came over him.
His lips parted and he couldn’t gentle the move as he sunk his teeth into her. He took her neck hard and fast. Hunger and need pounded inside his body, guided his actions with a forceful hand.
She came awake with a loud gasp. “Dmetri!”
He heard her but it was impossible for him to pull away. My God, her taste.
Everything about her was in her blood. Rich, sweet, soft, and full of life.
But what was even sweeter, what made this a thousand times better, was that she didn’t push him away. Instead, her hands curled into the suit jacket and pulled him closer. He gentled his sucking, wanting to prolong the moment. He felt her excitement, the lick of arousal that saturated her body with lust. That’s what he wanted, wanted to feel her come apart in his arms just from his bite.
Her hips arched against his, seeking and pumping. A harsh groan broke from his lips as she brushed against his cock.
Much softer she said, “Dmetri.”
The sound of his name from her lips was like sexy music to his ears.
Her hands flattened against his chest then, so slowly, made their way down. Her blood warmed him, made the pain in his leg feel like a slap on the wrist. But it also made his cock feel like it was about to explode and cover them both in a mess.
Her hands stopped at his waist and pushed under his shirt to flatten against his stomach.
His eyes almost rolled back into his head. She was just so hot. Everywhere she touched him it burned—but it was a delicious burn that he wanted more of.
Control, he needed to keep control. He never lost it.
But you almost did last night, a little voice in his head teased.
He fucking ignored it and sucked hard at her neck. Her moan hardened his cock faster than any woman’s fist ever did. The room filled with the sweet, heady scent of her sex. His mouth watered as he remembered the taste of her from last night. So damned sexy, sweet, and fresh. He could have stayed down there for hours. Oh hell, who was he kidding? He’d have come in his pants if he did that. He’d barely resisted taking her as it was.
Her hands moved again, captured his stiff cock over the silk boxers. When she stroked him with her warm palm, he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting. The soft silk combined with her warm, gentle touches was near perfection, gliding along his shaft like a gentle caress. It wasn’t nearly enough.
Pulling away from her sweet neck he ordered, “Wrap your hand around my cock, Christine.”
She panted, her beautiful lips parted and wet from where she’d licked them; her neck arched gracefully, perfectly towards him. Her thighs rubbed sensuously up and down his and then she dove her hand under the band of his boxers and held him in her little fist.
“Very good.” He couldn’t tell if she’d even heard him because his voice was little more than croak. When her eyes closed again, he sank his teeth back into her.
Her moans escalated as he drew from her. He steadily lost control, could feel it slipping away like he was slipping on ice. He told himself not to do it, to wait and get what he needed later but fuck he couldn’t. He reached down, yanked her dress up, and cupped her pussy. Hot, wet, so soft over the silk. Her shiver was one of the hottest things he’d ever felt.
The grip on his cock tightened reflexively and then she stroked him up and down. He groaned, and though he rarely made sounds during sex, he couldn’t stop to think about it because the pleasure she gave him was about to make him come harder than he ever had.
She pumped him, slowly at first then steadily faster, tightening his balls and building the release inside him. Dmetri tore off her silk panties with a satisfying snap and then slid his fingers between her sweet thighs to where he wanted to be—deep inside her, pumping hard and fast.
For a moment, he stopped taking from her neck, so astounded at how utterly hot and wet she was, at how tightly she gripped his two fingers. She was no virgin but she wasn’t a practiced woman either.
“Dmetri,” she cried and arched against his hand.
Stay in control. Stay in control.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his voice like gravel.
He pumped his hips faster in her hand and bit into her neck once more. It was so hard for him to take from her slowly, just enough to give them both ecstasy without exhausting her. Her hand moved faster, wetting her palm with his seed using it to guide her movements. It drove him wild.
Suddenly the hand pumping him stopped, squeezing hard. The muscles in her sex trembled around him, squeezing and flexing as harsh cries left her throat.
Damn, she’s coming. Fucking hard.
She shook against him as if she was having a seizure, her cries making his blood pump faster in his veins. He was right there with her, would have come if only she moved her fist, but instead she kept her tight hold on him as her little channel milked his fingers so snugly. Hot fresh cream coated his fingers and his mind shut off completely.
He was going to mount her, couldn’t wait any longer, had to feel her, come inside her.
But then she pulled away and climbed over him.
The move was so quick, so unexpected that when she slammed his shoulders back into the couch, he flattened against it so he was lying down without protest.
She tore her dress off in a rush leaving her only in her silk bra, the ridiculously sexy heels, and a gorgeous flush on her cheeks. She grabbed his cock, all business, then positioned her core above him and slammed down on top of him.
He didn’t know which one of them choked, made a sobbing noise. Her mouth opened, head flew back as he filled her up. Her hands curled and uncurled in his shirt like a cat kneading.
And then she shivered above him, and the little vibrations all the way down to his cock.
When she leaned forward, arching against him, her hands sliding up his chest to grip the collar of his shirt, she tore it open. Her heavy eyelids barely staying open as she slowly started to move on him.
Dmetri didn’t know what was wrong with him. He never allowed women to control him.
Rarely let them on top unless he was powering into her, but he couldn’t move. He could only lie there, feel and watch as this sexy woman unabashedly took his body like she’d die if she didn’t.
The feeling it invoked in his chest was strange and unexplainable.
She braced herself on his chest, just above his nipples and dug her knees deep into the cushions to get leverage. When she started moving, he almost lost it. She rocked up and down, her channel dragging and squeezing around him, coaxing his seed from him. And she was going to get it too. He counted a total of three full thrusts before he was ready to shoot inside her.
He was only able to stave off the violent orgasm inside him because he was entranced by her. She moved above him gracefully but passionately. Need was etched on her flushed face and in the way she curled her short nails into him. He didn’t have long so he quickly took in everything else, tried to memorize every inch of her because the thought that he’d have her many times more never entered his mind. There was only here and now.
His hands
slid up the soft, golden skin of her legs, over her round hips to the slender dip of her undulating waist. He grabbed the front of the bra in the valley between her breasts and tugged hard.
She made a sexy noise in the back of her throat and he groaned as her breasts spilled free.
“Millaya moya. You are perfect.”
She had full, heavy breasts that he didn’t hesitate to fill his hands with. They overfilled his palm, her hard nipple teasing it as she bounced faster on him.
“More,” she said softly as if it were hard to speak.
He watched a blush deepen on her chest and neck, felt the beginning spasms around his cock and sunk a fang into his lip to keep from coming. He palmed her breasts, squeezing and cupping the flesh, pulling her nipples between his fingers. A soft gasp, then moans followed. She moved faster over him and damned if he didn’t keep hold of her breasts. She was about to take them both to paradise.
She rode harder, her breathing erratic and choppy. Dmetri couldn’t hold it any longer.
There was no way—he was a god for lasting this long.
His balls pulled tight and then she slid down him once more and he shouted. She shouted too, her hips rocking wildly as her sex clamped around him. Hot squeezing muscles tightened around his cock, coated it in her honey. His cock throbbed hard, then spurted inside her, hot, white semen jetting in unending torrents, filling and filling. She took all that he gave.
With a final cry, she collapsed on top of him.
Dmetri wrapped a heavy arm around her because he couldn’t move anything else. Hell, trying to catch his breath was difficult. His thighs trembled from the force of his orgasm and that, alone, was strange enough that he didn’t want to contemplate it.
His head no longer felt groggy but his body floated with her in his arms. As he lay there, he noticed something odd. A strange feeling in his chest. He wanted to rub it but couldn’t move a muscle.
“My chest feels...different.”
She nuzzled her face against his bare chest and pressed a kiss near his nipple. “Sorry, I was digging my nails in pretty hard.”
Ah, of course. That must be it.
Chapter 11
After a long shower, Dmetri felt completely refreshed and reenergized. He dressed in another suit and pulled on a pair of shoes that weren’t caked in blood. Damn shame about his shoes.
On his way outside, he stopped and looked at the couch. Christine left after they woke up from their bout of play this morning. Having her body, no matter how unexpected she’d been, only cemented that he’d be keeping her.
But today he had a meeting with the Kategans and Brayden. After Claude’s attack last night, the pack was on high alert. The restaurant was only thirty minutes away, which meant he was close by, maybe even spying on the pack from the surrounding forest.
One thing Dmetri knew from his interviews with Claude during his trial was that the man was determined and would stop at nothing. How did he plan to kill the Kategans, though? It wouldn’t be easy and Dmetri’d make sure he didn’t succeed. Still, people’s lives were in danger so long as he was at large.
Dmetri made his rounds with the sentries. No unusual activity occured in the night. The thought wasn’t a relief; he wished Claude would attack now and get this over with. Then he could grab his new woman and head back home. He missed his massive bed and luxurious baths.
He slowed his pace to a stroll as he went up the street to Vane and Sarina’s cabin. His eyes caught a scene unraveling outside the cabin that was better than any cinema.
Brayden and Vanessa were in the midst of a heated argument. She was flushed with anger and looked like she was cursing him. Brayden stood there like a stone statue, uncaring. Then he said only a few words and her jaw dropped open, eyes wide.
She actually shook with rage. Her eyes started to glow brighter, the color of amber, and even in the daylight, they shined like gems. Her lykaen was coming through. Brayden said something else and she snapped her teeth at him but slowly the color from her eyes recessed and she stopped shaking. She said something but this time it looked like she was exhausted. She turned around sharply, her back straight as an arrow and marched away.
Dmetri came up to Brayden. “What was that all about?”
His old friend was slow to acknowledge him. “She’s an insolent brat.”
“And?”
Brayden turned fully towards him and that’s when Dmetri noticed his friend’s eyes were bright with anger. The man never let himself get this riled about anything. Dmetri shot a glance at the back of the cabin as the young Kategan disappeared behind it.
“She told me to help her situation with her father. She was trying to make me see her point of view.”
Dmetri’s brow arched high. “I take it you didn’t.” Of course he didn’t. Brayden was the senior Elder for the Justicars because of his steadfast honor and strict rule-keeping.
Brayden didn’t deign to answer that since Dmetri already knew the answer. “She called me an asshole.”
Dmetri’s laughter rang out over the street. He clapped his friend on the back. “You are an asshole, Brayden.”
His friend’s serious face, with permanent crinkles around his eyes and mouth from a life of frowning, looked all the more haggard. The normally trimmed beard he kept was growing in, which didn’t help the appearance.
Brayden’s nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. “You finally took the woman.” Dmetri scoffed, insulted. “Finally? I’ve been here only a few days and already had her.
I’d say that was pretty fast.”
“Not by your standards.”
Dmetri shrugged neither agreeing nor disagreeing. “I’ll be taking her home with me.” The only sign Brayden gave that he’d heard him was a slight shake of his head. “Like she’s some gift to put on your shelf at home.”
“Much better than a gift.”
Brayden’s lips flattened, brow pulling into a vee. “I saw your woman today. She was having a fight with another woman outside her cabin, looked like a family member. Older than her but with the same hair and eyes.”
A mixture of deadly emotions filled Dmetri. Anyone who dared to fight with his woman will feel his wrath.
“What were they talking about?” Already he felt the itchy nag to go over to Christine’s and talk to her, but dammit she just left him a couple hours ago.
“I couldn’t hear what your woman said, she spoke too quietly. But the other shouted loud enough for the entire pack to hear. I believe the words she used were ‘you fucked the vampire.’” Dmetri’s gaze shot in the direction of Christine’s cabin, a snarl on his face.
Brayden caught the look on his face. “No time for that now, we have business to deal with,”
Dmetri didn’t follow Brayden inside Vane’s cabin. He was breathing heavily and had to get himself under control. It wasn’t what her mother had said, wasn’t even the language she used, because he agreed. Christine did fuck him and quite well, in fact. But that she dared to embarrass her, to hurt her publicly, and to act as though bedding him was bad. He would have laughed if he weren’t so angry.
Brayden stepped back outside a moment later. “Now Dmetri. There’s news.”
* * *
The news wasn’t good but then again it wasn’t surprising either.
The Justicars watching Claude’s clan have seen movement in and out. Males, warriors coming and going, mostly going. When several of them didn’t come back, they set a tracker after them but the males were good and diverted the trackers off their scent.
“The perimeter is already as tight as we can make it. I saw to it myself. If anything comes our way, we’ll see it,” Vane said. He held his new baby in his arms, his big hands and arms nearly encompassing its fragile form. Dmetri thought it was the strangest sight he’d ever seen.
Alpha Vane Kategan cradling his newborn child. Didn’t get weirder than that.
“You should alert the other pack members,” Brayden said.
Vane looked at him. “They
already know that something’s up. Why would I worry them further?”
“So that if Claude attacks they’ll be prepared for it.” Vane contemplated it for a moment then slowly nodded. “Maybe it’s for the best. I’ll let them know right away.”
“Have you spoken to Vanessa’s father about the mating?” Dmetri and Vane both turned to Brayden in surprise.
Slowly, Vane said, “I did call him this morning. He says I need to turn her over.”
“That’d be wise.”
Vane shook his head. “I won’t do it. I can’t. Hell, I stopped Sarina’s father from mating her off to Prince Conlin. I’ll find a way to stop this too.”
“But you can’t mate with her,” Dmetri said, smiling.
“Hell no, but I can protect her.”
Brayden didn’t say anything as he rested his chin on his fist.
Dmetri shook his head at his friend. What did he care what happened to Vanessa one way or the other? Sure his friend was straight-laced but even this seemed overboard for him. He was the most honorable man he knew, Dmetri was surprised he didn’t see things from Vanessa’s point of view.
“I’ve got to go,” Dmetri said, coming to a stand.
“Date?” asked Vane.
“Something like that.”
He let himself out of the cabin and headed straight to where he’d been itching to go all morning. His hopes flared that maybe he’d find her in the backyard again wearing that sexy little bikini. Curse his luck though, because when he knocked she answered and was wearing clothes.
But damn if her outfit didn’t kick his libido into gear.
He tried to recall why he liked gowns on women because this, this was what he liked.
Cut-off shorts, frayed at the ends, faded with age and a t-shirt that showed off her breasts and stomach to perfection. His eyes traveled down her bare legs and feet. God, he even liked her feet.
Small and neat with a pale pink polish on them.
His eyes finally caught hers and his smile died. “What’s wrong?” She tried to smile back but her lips just fell flat. When he took a step towards her, she closed the door leaving her body to block the entrance. Somehow, that felt as though she’d just slapped him across the face.
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