He licked his lips, wanting more of her.
Without a sound, she dampened her fingers again and then painted her own dusky nipples with her scent. His eyes widened at the sight, the glistening tips; his nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent. The woods surrounding them filled with Tori’s aroma.
He pushed up onto his elbows and she leaned forward, offering her breasts to him. He captured one in his mouth and she cried out, her body shuddering, pressing harder against his belly.
Again her taste exploded on his tongue, but he could only moan and suck, suck and moan, until his balls tightened and his cock begged to find a home deep inside her.
He moved to her other breast and licked it clean, and then fell back to the ground.
She reached behind her and captured his throbbing flesh in her hand. He wanted to sob his thanks for touching him, for giving him such pleasure, but the sounds she made, so hungry and needy, drowned out his cries.
She rose up on her knees and raked the head of his cock across her pussy, bathing it in such sweet honey, coating it, as she stroked him, spreading it over and down the shaft.
His cock head pressed against her opening. He arched up just as she came down, and Russ shouted as she impaled herself on him, sliding lower until their bodies met. His hands, still stretched over his head, fisted, determined not to touch her until she commanded.
He was hers to command. To order. Whatever she wanted him to do to her, he’d do it, so completely enslaved by his mate he could only feel his body’s reaction to hers.
His mate. Her mate.
She tossed her head back and cried out, “Oh God!” and then her head whipped down and she captured his gaze with a look so wild and hungry, for a moment he thought she might be the were and not him.
Her fingers raked his chest as she took the first up and down on his shaft. The slip and slide of her heated core surrounded his cock, and it’d been so long since he’d felt this connection with anyone, he’d nearly forgotten what it felt like to be with a woman you knew belonged to you, heart and soul.
She rode him hard and fast, rising and falling, as he watched his cock spear her, enter the sweetest of places on her body, watched her full breasts bounce, her nipples peak, the flush rise in her cheeks, the hunger deepen in her eyes, all focused on pleasing him, on giving him, and herself, the ultimate pleasure.
Fuck, he wanted to touch her, but she hadn’t given him permission. Now who was the alpha, and who had submitted to whom? If she fucked him like this every time, she could wear his goddamned jeans and drive the bike if she wanted.
Her pounding became frantic, and her fingers delved back to her pussy. She let them play where he slid inside her, adding mind-blowing friction to his shaft, until he groaned and thrust up into her.
“Did I say to move, wolf?” she growled and he almost lost his load.
“No.” He stared into her eyes, and then lowered his head in submission.
She squeezed his cock in the grasp of her inner muscles and fingered her clit, spreading the lips of her pussy apart with one hand, exposing herself to his gaze. He longed to lick her, to suck that tenderest of flesh into his mouth, to catch it between his teeth and flick it with his tongue. But she hadn’t given permission.
She’d only let him watch.
And it turned him on, watching her get off on him, watching her use his body to find her pleasure, knowing that his body, his cock, did it for her. And that she trusted him enough to show him this most private part of her.
But he wasn’t ready to come yet. He wanted to last as long as she needed him too, and something told him, she wasn’t finished yet. She would want more, but she wouldn’t leave him unsatisfied.
Even as she gasped and shook, her entire body clenching, until, fingers flying over that red engorged nub, she came, crying out his name.
“Russ! Oh my God!” Tori’s voice echoed in the clearing as her body shook through the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Damn, Russ. Damn.” Her body hung limp, her head down, her hands supporting her on his chest.
His cock jerked inside her, telling her they weren’t finished.
He had let her ride him, let her live out her fantasy of control. He was the alpha, the wolf, her master, but he’d let her possess him, use his body for her own pleasure.
Time to return the favor.
*
She grabbed him by the shoulders, leaned down and growled, “Fuck me, wolf. Take me like you want to, make me yours. Put your scent all over me.” She stared down into his eyes and watched as they shifted from brown, to amber. Wolf eyes.
He grabbed her by the shoulders, growling low in his throat, and pulled her off as if she weighed nothing. He was up and over her before she could blink, pushing her down on her belly into the forest floor, with only his jacket between her and pine needles.
Behind her, he took hold of her hips and jerked them up, bringing her to her knees, ass canted in the air.
“Yes!” she cried, as he pushed her legs apart and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue lapped at her folds, and she spread her legs even wider to accommodate him. Riding him had been fantastic, but the rough of his tongue on her clit, that was heaven. As he licked her pussy with his marvelous tongue, his thumb found her nub and worked it, and with his other hand, he pushed his finger inside her and fucked her.
Within moments, she was back on the edge of the cliff, ready for the dive off.
She clamped her legs and moaned. “So close, wolf. Need more. Want you to fuck me.” She rose on all fours and pushed back at him, raw need bubbling out of her throat.
He moved away, and the head of his thick long cock replaced his tongue. Gripping her hips, he thrust into her, and like some sort of animal, threw back his head, and gave an incoherent, pleasure-filled roar.
Russ fucked her like she’d never been fucked. Hard, brutal, punishing, and she wanted more. Wanted to feel totally possessed, to feel in his complete control, to submit to him.
Tori offered her body to her mate.
She wanted him to mark her, leave his scent all over her, so every man would know she was his.
He had been her downfall. He’d broken through all her walls, all her defenses, and just as she’d feared for so many years, he’d been a wolf. He was right, she’d tried to run from her destiny, but it found her.
In the middle of the goddamn woods.
And now as he filled her, each stroke sliding in, stretching her and pushing her to the edge of the cliff, she gave in. Surrendered completely to him.
Her orgasm built, and had this been anyone else, she’d have to finish it, bring herself home with her fingers. But as Russ took her to a place she’d never been, her body told her there would be no need this time.
He covered her with his body, each thrust pushing her down, until she lay stretched out on the ground as he hammered into her. Not jerky, but smooth, deep controlled strokes, each one bringing them both to the edge.
Russ’s grunts deepened, more guttural than before, and she knew if she looked over her shoulder she’d glimpse him on the verge of change. His cock thickened inside her, and his breath puffed in her ear.
“Tori, oh God, baby.”
“Russ.”
“I need you so bad, Tori.” His voice broke and she heard his desperation and his vulnerability.
“Take me, wolf. I’m yours. I can’t fight it anymore and we both know it.”
“Yes. Mate.” He groaned.
She moved her head to expose her neck and shoulder. “Do it.”
Russ clamped his teeth on her shoulder, biting her and holding her in place as at last, his thrusting turned frantic, stuttered, as if he’d lost all reason.
Beneath him, Tori cried out, and her pussy clenched so tight he had to force his way inside on the next stroke, and then it held him there, as she rippled around him.
Frozen, he emptied into her, quivering with each jet of hot cum.
He wrapped his arms around her and fell to the side, bringing her wit
h him. Still connected, they lay there, panting and gasping for air. After the world began spinning again, Russ’s cock slid from her grasp, and she sighed. She rolled her head to the side to look up at him as she lay cradled in his arms.
“Wolf, that was…” she swallowed and blushed.
“Yeah, it was.” He chuckled.
Then for the first time, he kissed her.
Perfection.
Tori sighed as his lips pressed down on hers, gentle and tender. There was that feeling, that tenderness in his eyes. She parted her lips at his tongue’s request and let him inside. No plundering now, just sweet slow kisses meant to tell her how he felt.
And she kissed him back, telling him he wasn’t alone in his feelings.
She was right there with him, wherever they were.
Just like they’d been from the first moment she’d found the wounded wolf.
Linked together. Destined.
And despite everything she’d sworn, she’d been waiting for him all her life.
Her wolf.
Chapter 9
Marvin didn’t worry about when he’d find her. He would find her. And he didn’t care about the others he’d find while getting to her. They would just be a bonus.
An addition to his resume, that’s all. When everything he’d done was finally known, he’d probably go down in history. Someone would write a book about him. Then they’d make a movie about his life, about the perfection of his methods. How he eluded the authorities in five states.
But how would they know?
That was what he pondered as he drove toward Louisiana.
He had no doubt he’d ever be captured. He was far too smart for that. So how would they learn the truth of his brilliance? Of what he had accomplished?
Events of such stunning accomplishment should be seen for what they were—works of a genius. His genius.
In one of the little towns, he stopped at a pharmacy. In the school supplies aisle, he selected a notebook—one of the old-fashioned kind without the spiral rings—and a good quality pen—in black—and went to the check out.
After paying for it in cash, he sat behind the wheel of his car and opened the notebook. Pristine. He held it to his nose and inhaled, remembering the scent of it from his days in school and the first woman he’d killed.
She’d been his ninth grade teacher, but more importantly, a whore. He’d known that, because of the way his body reacted to her every day in class. Tormenting him. Betraying him to the other boys.
He opened the pen, stripping the plastic and cardboard paper from it, and clicked it. With a bold stroke, he tested it on the back of the wrapper. Satisfied at the strong, confident line, he balanced the notebook on the wheel of his car, and wrote.
Marvin Williams
Genius
My Life and Crimes
He stared at the words, happy with them. He would make his first entry tonight, documenting his achievements from the first time at age fifteen until he finished his work.
Victoria McCallan would just be one of many to fill the pages of his documentary. She should be honored to be chosen by him.
Everyone would know her name.
* * * *
Tori opened her eyes and gave a squeak of surprise.
“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” Russ grinned down at her as he looked into her face. “You’re beautiful when you sleep. You know you have this soft little snore? It’s really cute.”
“I don’t snore.” Tori smacked him on the shoulder, but then ran her hand over it and down his arm.
“My bad.” Russ sat up, stretched, and his back cracked. “Damn. I need to get back to the gym.”
Tori’s gaze skirted over his body. If he needed the gym, she needed a hole in her head. The man was mouth-watering. Built, but not overly so. Still, with a body like his, he had to do something to keep it so fit.
Whatever it was, she wanted him to continue doing it.
“We need to get back on the road.” Tori rolled over and searched for her clothes. As she slipped into her panties, she groaned.
“What? Did I hurt you?” Russ froze, his fingers on the buttons of his shirt.
She grinned at him. “You know, I’m not a virgin. I have had sex before.”
He growled at her. “Maybe, but from now on, it’s only me.”
Silly damn were.
“Right.” Fire burned her cheeks as she remembered their wild lovemaking. “We didn’t use any protection.”
Russ stared at her for a moment, as if taking in the words and translating them. Then he ran his hand across the back of his neck, and the look of a kid caught stealing the last piece of cake crossed his face.
“Yeah. About that. I didn’t have any and you didn’t look like you wanted to wait until we bought some. Besides, by that point, I don’t think there was any blood left in my brain.” He glanced down to his crotch. “It went to better use elsewhere.” He leered at her.
Tori swatted him with her jeans. “Just like a wolf! You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Well, you were the one rubbing your nips all over my back and you didn’t say anything to stop me.” His grin said he knew she’d been just as caught up in the sex as he had.
She growled as she stepped into her jeans. “That’s beside the point.”
Russ stepped up to her and took her in his arms. Her breasts pressed into his chest, and just like that, she wanted him again. “True. I should have stopped, but truthfully, it didn’t even occur to me.” He was all contrite now. “My bad. But you of all people should know a wolf in mating mode doesn’t think very clearly.” He nuzzled her neck, his teeth nipping at the tender flesh beneath her earlobe.
Tori closed her eyes, breathed him in, and leaned into his embrace.
“I understand. And I know weres don’t carry diseases. It’s not that.” She wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. She wanted Russ, true, but she wasn’t ready to have his baby.
“It’s the baby, right?” he asked. His dark gaze drank her in. “You’re afraid, and I can’t blame you. If I were a normal man, you’d have a right to be afraid. A normal man might leave you alone to deal with it, not marry you, and give your baby a name. A normal man might run as fast as he could from his responsibilities.”
Tori nodded and looked away into the woods. She’d only dated normal men. There had been no other weres in their area, other than her brothers. Jake had been the next best thing to a monk, and Trey was no better than a hound dog chasing all the rabbit he could catch.
“I am not a normal man.” He caught her chin in his hand and lifted her face to look into his. “I’m an alpha, the leader of my pack, when I had a pack. I know and understand my role and responsibilities to my mate.”
“Mate?” Her throat had gone tight and her mouth so dry she could spit cotton. He’d called her that in the throes of sex and she’d gone along with it, but now…
“Yeah, mate. You. Me. Mates.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, and then rubbed his forehead against hers. “From the moment I first scented you I knew you were mine, Tori.”
She swallowed, and her eyes filled with unwanted and unexpected tears. She was so not going to cry. Blinking them back, she exhaled.
“It’s a shock, that’s all. I never wanted a wolf mate, Russ. Never. All I’ve ever wanted was to be free of this world.” She waved her hand to indicate the woods and the werewolves. “I just wanted to live a normal life.”
“But you’re not normal, baby. Not by any stretch of the imagination. You’re some kind of blending that I’ve never heard of or seen before, and you need a special man who understands you.”
“What?” Tori didn’t think she was special at all.
“You have some of the were’s gifts. Scent, sight, and probably a few more you don’t even realize you have.”
She pulled out of his grip and backed away. “Sure, but don’t all the daughters of weres have that too?”
“You don’t come from a big pack, right?”
“Just my mom and two brothers.” Tori nodded.
“Well, my pack was large. Four families descended from four brothers. Each family had several children, male and female. None of the girls in my pack had those powers, Tori. And I’ve never heard anyone talk about females who did, have you?”
She thought back to the stories her father had told of his family. He’d never mentioned anything about the girls. Maybe…
“I kept it a secret from my family,” she blurted out. “I just thought if I didn’t say anything about it, I could fool them. Beat them at their own game.”
“You never told your mother or father?”
“No. I never thought I was special. I wasn’t going to change into a wolf. I was just a female, and all I knew was what I’d been told. I’d find a mate, settle down, and have kids. Guess that’s why I swore I’d never mate with a wolf. Swore I’d leave my home and any plans my family had for me, and just be normal.” She wrapped her arms around her body and hugged herself against a sudden chill.
Russ looked at her as if evaluating her, and for a moment terror he’d reject her raced through her body, making her knees shake.
If he saw what she felt reflected in her eyes, she didn’t know, but with the amazing speed of weres, he was at her side, his arms embracing her tight to his hard body.
“You’re so special, baby. And you can be whatever you want to be. I promise. I won’t stand in your way. If you don’t want me—” he shrugged. “I’ll back off. For now.”
Tori gazed into his dark eyes. The deep brown of them lightened as they streaked with amber, calling to her. Lord, this was all happening so fast. This wasn’t her. She was a planner. She charted courses, plotted her way through life.
This was a disaster. She didn’t rush headlong into adventure, mystery, and men.
Especially not were men.
They’d been off-limits for her for so long that now she reeled at the fact she’d had sex—no, mated, she’d mated with one. She’d let him mount her, fuck her, deposit his seed in her, as if she was no more than a bitch in heat. She’d acted just like a bitch in heat.
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