“Teach?” Adrie laughed. “No. Well, not that I’m aware of.” Ravage sighed as he took a bite of hot peach cobbler with a thick, buttery crust on top. “I’m confiscating the entire pan. You two don’t need any of this.”
“What if I want some?”
“Teach, I would be willing to share with you for a price.”
“Okay, then…that’s my cue to leave.” Raze slid out of his chair and tossed his plate in the trash. “Dinner was fabulous. Please feel free to cook for us again.”
Caress stood. “I’ll get out of here, too. Um, Adrie, can you text me the directions? You have my cell number from our phone interview, right?”
“Yep.” Adrie fished her phone out of her purse and sent the coordinates.
“Thank you.” He chuckled as his sister dashed up the stairs to get ready for her first evening out in their new home. “Maybe she can make a few friends. She’s had a minor attitude change since she got her greenhouse. Aside from that, she’s pretty much declared war.”
“She needs to have something to do to make her feel useful. We don’t have any gardens here, unless pack members have their own. I can imagine she hated leaving her friends and being forced to start over.”
“Caress doesn’t have female friends. Through no attempt of trying on my end.” He shook his head. “I can’t figure it out. She’s a sweet girl most of the time.”
“You really are clueless.” Adrie snagged the cobbler from him and savored her sweet bite.
“Contrary to popular belief, I’m a remarkably intelligent man. Not all fighters have shit for brains.” Damn, he hated how some prejudged individuals of his skill type, and she sorely disappointed him with her careless words.
“Ravage, you misunderstand. I don’t think you’re less than intelligent. I mean you don’t get the female mind.”
“I doubt any man does.” Irritation pulsated through him, and he ran a hand over his jaw to stall the tic there.
“Have you looked in the mirror? Really taken a good look? You have to know how attractive you and your brother are. A double threat. Not only that, your sister is a head turner. She’s flawless in looks. Girls by nature are jealous. Finding the balance is hard.
“Oh. Really? I guess I was out working and training to notice too much.” His sarcasm hit dead on. Adrie gave him the look and crossed her arms. He let out a grumble. “She never said she had a hard time, though.”
“She wouldn’t. I’m surprised some didn’t befriend her for the brother hook-up.”
Ravage furrowed his brow, finding the words to convey the thoughts spinning in his head. “I, well…once, one of her friends was naked in my bed when I got home. I politely turned her down and sent her packing. I never had a replay. I was surprised. We don’t have the same laws as humans in regard to sexuality. When we find a mate, we know during maturity, but still…. There are lines men shouldn’t cross in regard to humans, and I wanted no part of that mess.” Ravage shook his head then dug into his dessert, his taste buds rejoicing at the sweetness exploding in his mouth. “This will be the first time she’s been part of a pack since she was a small child. I had a few fighters stay with me now and then, but those friends of mine were the only taste of home she’s had. I thought we’d be better off in the human world.”
“Why?”
He arched a brow. “I’ll tell you for the price of a kiss.”
“I don’t kiss on the first date.” Adrie stole his cobbler before he could formulate a response at being shot down.
“Seems we’re at a stalemate, then.” He leaned back in his chair, tipping the front two legs off the floor.
Caress ran down the stairs in little more than nothing, carrying a carafe.
What the—? “Whoooa.”
She stopped. “Yes?”
“What is in your container, and what do you have on?” He pointed upstairs. “Go change.”
Caress rolled her eyes at him. “I never finished my water on the way here. I topped it off, and what I’m wearing is perfectly fashionable. Everyone is wearing cut out swimsuits these days. Raze even helped me pick this out online. My suit’s not red, he knew you’d flip, so we got brown sequin.”
“When did you get your naval pierced?” He growled. “And, baby sister, that suit…. I can’t tell if it’s a one piece or a two piece. Either way, it’s more provocative than any two-piece I’ve ever seen.”
Peering down at herself, she ran a fingertip over the gold ring piercing her bellybutton. “I got this right before we left. It was my good-bye present from the tattoo artist I dated before Tierney.” She lifted her gaze to his, defiance flashing. “I have a few bikinis, but they show way more skin. I’m not a kid anymore. I’m twenty. Time for you to get over it.”
“Put on some shorts and running shoes .You can’t walk in flip-flops on these lands.”
“You are such a mother hen. I’m not wearing high heels, and I have shorts in my bag.” She plucked them out. “Satisfied.”
“Caress.”
“Whatever. Have a good night. Father.” Snorting, she spun on her heels and slammed out the back door.
Adrie shook her head. “You know, even if she wore a trash bag, men are going to look. Nothing can hide what she was blessed with.”
“She’s going to be the death or imprisonment of me. Twenty is still young in my opinion.” He shifted his attention to Adrie. “I’d rather see her dress a bit more like you. Not too conservative but enough to make a guy wonder. Not outright give him a complete show.”
“Uh, was that an insult or a compliment?” Adrie pursed her lips.
Ravage ran a hand over the stubble on his jaw. “A compliment. You’re a beautiful woman without giving away what you have underneath your clothes. You aren’t too forward. You have a gorgeous mouth. Lush, perfect lips. And you smell delicious.”
“Don’t you remember being twenty?”
“I didn’t have that privilege. I was raising Caress and protecting my brother from assholes who wanted to haze him for being gay.”
“Ahh. Everything makes sense now, why you couldn’t find a pack to run with. I’ve heard some communities employ very stringent views on the gay lifestyle and place of males in the pack.” She offered him a kind smile. “You won’t need to worry about discrimination here. There are a few handsome gay males, dominant ones, too. He won’t be an omega because of his lifestyle.”
“The opportunity for him to be himself is one of the main reasons why I chose Los Lobos. Everything I do is for them to have a good life.”
“Who takes care of you?” She gestured toward him.
Ravage stilled. Adrie’s question caught him off guard. As the eldest, the responsibility fell on his shoulders. He didn’t regret not being as carefree as his siblings. As a kid, he’d always taken after his hard-working pops, knew survival meant depending on one another. Taking care of his family ensured their continuance. In a way, by his siblings finding mates, he’d know how well he succeeded in living up to the family name of their departed parents. “I take care of myself.”
“Must be lonely.”
“What about you? Your conversation skills are improving.” He leaned toward her. “Hell, you haven’t blushed in the past few minutes. I should rectify that.” The way she read him, penetrated his soul, knocked his world of axis.
She gazed warmly into his eyes. “I don’t know. You’re easier to talk to without an audience, and my Wolf has taken a liking to you.”
Dipping his head, Ravage stole the kiss he wanted.
Chapter Three
Adrie gasped, sparks flying as his mouth brushed with hers. Her heart pounded a furious pace, but what stunned her most was his masculine taste, all heat and pulsating power. She parted her lips for his onslaught, enjoyed the way he stroked his tongue into her mouth as if he had all the time in the world, delivering the mother of all panty-drenching kisses. His long, strong fingers slid through her hair, holding her head hostage. Heat emanated from his body, enveloping her in his rich, spiced sandalwood scent
.
Her Wolf sighed in sweet relief while her brain urgently advised her to distance herself, break off the best first kiss in history. But how could she? How could she deny the need to mate with this magnificent man when she’d enjoyed getting to know him and saw his inherent decency matched inside and out?
What had she expected, a shallow playboy perhaps? The single male wolves she’d met thus far proved to be the how-can-I-get-in-your-pants-fast type of guys. Horny, fabulous-smelling specimens of her species with their little heads leading, not their big ones.
“I can hear you thinking.” He nipped her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth.
Adrie growled, sweeping her tongue over his to take charge of the kiss—breathing in his oxygen and exhaling—and dared to run her palms over his muscle-ripped torso. She wanted more, so much more.
“Teach, playing with me can be dangerous.” He plucked the glasses off her face for a second time, giving her no shield to hide behind. He flicked the buttons of her shirt open with deft fingers, leaving her pink lace bra on display. “Damn sexy. Wanna bet you have matching panties on under there?” He lifted her onto the table, inching his hand along her bare thigh to push up the pencil skirt. He knelt before her. “Spread your legs, Teach.”
Adrie’s face heated with his scorching words. No one’s ever talked to me like this. So carnal. So dirty. Damn, it’s so freaking hot.
She moved to kick off her heels, but he stopped her with a shake of his head. Biting her lip, she opened her thighs for him, allowing a peek of her matching panties.
“Fuck,” he said in a rumbling growl. He dropped his head and inhaled. “You smell good enough to devour.”
Hungry eyes locked on hers, the intensity stunning her until he ripped her pink panties off, leaving her aching pussy visible.
“Sexy pink, plump lips.” Ravage ran the tip of his tongue along her slit. “Much better than peach cobbler.” He dug in, feasting on her cream-drenched folds.
Adrie’s legs trembled. A hint of fang trailed over her clit, causing her to jump from the jolt spiking her bundle of nerves. A hot chuckle escaped his mouth.
“Ravage.” His name came out a moan. Stuck on the precipice of climax, she rolled her hips, rocking her dripping cunt over his face.
“Fucking perfect,” he rasped, wearing a rapacious smirk on his face when he looked up from between her thighs.
Sweet relief sang the moment he slid his finger inside her. He pressed a hand to her side, stilling her hip as he stroked deep. Her sex pulsated, built to an unbearable urgency. Having her hip held hostage didn’t help alleviate the burning pressure mounting.
And then he stopped.
Adrie released a sigh of frustration.
“Don’t worry, Teach, we’re far from done.” He dropped his pants and stepped between her thighs.
She peered down as he stroked the thick girth against her folds using her juices to coat his massive member. With each strike of his crowned tip against the clit, she shivered in anticipation.
“You near your heat cycle?”
“Uh, n-no.” Holy fuck he plans to put his huge cock inside me. I don’t know if I can—
In a fluid stroke, he seated himself, filling her to the brim.
“Hold onto the table.”
Reclining, she slid her palms back to gain purchase. Her eyes threatened to roll back with the second plunge. My God he feels amazing. “Rav, take me.”
“Love your mouth, Teach, but you can do better.” Leaning forward, he sucked on her nipple.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched into him. The irony of his name and his brand of fucking didn’t escape her notice. Ravage worked her body, seeming to anticipate her reaction with each slide into her wet heat. The few times he brought her teetering on the edge, he backed away, letting her high cool, to begin the process again as if he wanted to hold back her orgasm until the last second. His relenting plunging and hip-rolling gyrations sent her pulse pounding again, her body riding the delicious path toward completion.
“That’s it, Teach. Your pussy is so tight for me. Mine. You’re mine.” He nipped her neck, teasing her carotid with his fangs, and then nipping again.
Through the craziness, she burned to have him leave his own mark on her. Her Wolf wanted the permanency his mark would bring, complete the connection she’d felt since the moment she heard his voice. A soft plea left her mouth.
Ravage plundered her body, mind, and soul. She gave herself to him, not caring he fucked her on his kitchen table, a place anyone could see. Not caring how they had just met in person after talking on the phone the last few months.
“I’m so close.” She moaned, digging her nails into the wood as he drilled her pussy.
“Let go.”
The strike of fangs dragging across her shoulder swamped her with heat rippling across her core. Adrie came hard, bucking her hips from the table with the intensity of her climax. A kaleidoscope of colors flashed behind her eyes. Ravage punished her body with savage thrusts, lengthening her climax, not allowing her a reprieve. He grunted and groaned with each piston.
“Too much.” Unhooking her legs from his waist, she slid back on the table. Cutlery and food tumbled to the floor on her hasty attempt to disengage.
Ravage licked his lips. “Where you goin’, Teach?”
“Give me a sec. I need a chance to breathe.”
He crowded in on her. Adrie’s knees knocked together. He wore the “run and I’ll chase” expression. She eyed his massive cock and swallowed hard then surveyed all possible exits. He had to pick the one room in the house that led outdoors. In a split decision, she kicked off her heels, leapt off the table, and, pencil skirt still up around her waist, sprinted out the back door into the yard.
Cool air bit her fevered skin. Her breath came out in gasps as a growl reverberated into the night. Strong hands grasped her waist, brought her crashing to the ground. She fell on hard muscle and sinew, screamed, thinking she would hit hard. Ravage rolled them, blanketing her fall with his body, and then positioned her onto her stomach. He pulled her ass into the air.
“Ravage.” Her needy cunt contracted, aching to be stuffed, and he complied. Filled her to the brim and rode her hard and furious. Her fingers bit into the soft earth. Surrounded by nature, he gave her what she desperately craved. Her body flew for a second time.
Leaning over her, he teased the shell of her ear with his teeth. “Darlin’, run again. Catching you was fun sport.” Rising up, he slapped her ass then smoothed the sting away with his rough palm. Her core gripped him.
Dripping wet with sweat and her juices, she flew over the edge again, his vise-like hold on her hips forcing her to take the brunt of each deep stroke. His fluid motions became jerky, the closer he edged to his own release. He hardened inside her, pulsated against her walls. She sucked in a breath as he pulled out and came on her lower back and ass.
Rational thought fled. She should have been pleased he’d protected her interests instead of filling her womb with cum. Instead, he’d robbed her, and she couldn’t formulate words to express her fury.
“You wear my seed well. One day I’ll flood your gorgeous body and plant a son in you.” He smoothed the semen over her skin, and then flipped her over to face him. “For now, all will know I’ve marked you like this. Even after you shower, my scent will remain on your skin for weeks.”
A rugged dominant expression decorated his handsome face. The sinew and roped muscles of his body caused her heart to stutter. Ravage possessed pure, animalistic beauty. The harsh contours of his tanned physique, his strong jaw, perfect messy hair, and dark eyes staring down at her, had to be the sexiest package the gods had ever put together.
“Oh, what a sexist thing to say.” She shoved him. “What if you plant a daughter in me?”
He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. “Teach, don’t tell me you’re in a snit because I pulled out.” He nipped her with a fang and drew a bead of blood then licked it clean. “Yo
u’re adorable.”
“Ohhh.” Aftershocks seized her, drenching her thighs with cream.
Lifting her into his arms, Ravage carried her inside the house where he set her on her feet. “I don’t have all the bath things unpacked, but you’re more than welcome to take a shower.” While holding her in his embrace, he snatched the torn scraps of her panties from where they’d landed on a chair and slipped them into his pocket. “I’m keeping these, though.”
“Souvenir?”
“Something like that.”
Adrie worked in the confined space in his arms to button her shirt and tug down her skirt. “I should be getting home.” She wriggled out of his hold…well, really, he let her go.
“Are you running again?” He crossed his arms, blocking the only exit.
“Uh. I mean. No. I thought you’d like me to go.” She bit her lip and turned away.
“Don’t go getting awkward on me, or I’ll slap that ass again.” Grasping her arm, he twirled her to face him, stepped into her personal space, and laid a heavy kiss on her lips.
She slumped against him. Home.
“Much better. One day, I’ll mark you and then mate with you for eternity.” He nipped her bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. Adrie’s heart slammed against her ribcage as he devoured her mouth again.
“Bro. Uh, sorry to interrupt but we have an issue.” Raze stepped into the room.
“I’ll see you later. I don’t want to intrude on family business.” Adrie edged out of Ravage’s arms, grabbed her heels then slipped them on.
The idea of a forever mating scared her witless. The few human friends she kept in touch with divorced within two years of what was supposed to be a lifetime commitment. The two warring sides of her butted against each other, one telling her to trust in forever with her Wolf, the more rational side telling her nothing lasts, the only promise is an eventual death that would sever the ties of bonds.
“Actually. We need you, too, Adrie. Caress asked for you to come, not Ravage.”
“What the fuck has she done?” Irritation flared in his eyes. “We haven’t even been here twenty-four hours. One night free of Caress drama would’ve been nice.” He growled and grabbed his keys.
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