Forever Claimed woea-2

by Marisa Chenery

  Kamryn nodded, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip. Algar bit back a groan. Each time she did that, his cock jerked inside his jeans. He could almost picture how it would feel to have her tongue circling the head of his cock before she took him in her mouth.

  "Good," he said, his voice husky. "Where do you want to shop first?"

  "I don't know. I was just going to wander around until something caught my eye."

  Algar held open the heavy glass door for Kamryn to walk through ahead of him.

  "We can do that."

  He gritted his teeth as he and Kamryn merged with the other shoppers. Being a Saturday, it was more than a little crowded. Originally a fifth century man, Algar wasn't comfortable around so many mortals. And given his sensitive werewolf hearing, crowds tended to scrape his nerves raw, but if being here meant he would be able to spend time with Kamryn, he was prepared to endure.

  They walked past store after store, with Kamryn stopping every once in a while to window shop. It wasn't until they came across a store selling area souvenirs that she wanted to go inside. Algar released her hand and watched her look over the merchandise. She went to a table stacked with t-shirts that had the White Wolf emblem printed on the front.

  The White Wolf was Tiw's mark. He'd also placed it on each of his warriors, on the cap of their left shoulder, done in black to mark them as his. The emblem was Anglo-Saxon in design and depicted the figure of a stylized man, Tiw, flanked on either side by two stylized wolves standing on their hind legs. A purse lid with that design had survived and been found at the Sutton Hoo ship burial, Raed's fake burial site.

  Kamryn picked up a black t-shirt with the design done in white. She held it up to show him. "What do you think? Is this tourist enough?"

  Knowing she would think it was a tattoo, Algar shrugged his left arm out of his leather jacket and pulled up the sleeve of his t-shirt so she could see Tiw's mark. "I'd say I'm partial to it."

  Her gaze skimmed over the mark and then moved back to his face. She smiled.

  "I'll take that as a yes."

  With the t-shirt draped over her arm, Kamryn turned away and moved to the next display table. Algar's gaze drifted down her slim body to her shapely backside.

  The jeans she wore were snug enough to give him a well-defined view. The tips of his fingers itched where his claws would emerge as he thought about running them over Kamryn's naked butt, preferably while he sank his cock inside her pussy.

  Algar realized how close he was to having his claws come out in a public place.

  He forced back his wayward thoughts. If he wasn't careful, his eyes would go wolf as well, the hazel completely taking over the white. If that happened, he wouldn't be able to hide it as easily as he could his claws—more indicators that Kamryn, more than likely, was his mate. Lexi had had the same effect on Raed. Just as Algar was finding to be the case with Kamryn.

  Algar focused his attention on Kamryn and had to clench his jaw to stop himself from growling when he saw her talking to a male sales clerk. The man hadn't touched her in any way, but Algar didn't like her around another male.

  Algar moved to stand at her side, put a possessive arm around her shoulders, and brought her against his side. He interrupted the sales clerk mid-sentence. "She can find what she wants on her own. You can go help someone else." Algar added a hard stare to back up his words. The clerk left them alone.

  Kamryn lifted her head to look at him. "He wasn't being pushy. He was just giving me some history about the Sutton Hoo ship burial. I told him I didn't know much about it. He also told me that was where the design on the t-shirt comes from."

  "I could have told you that," Algar said in a gruff voice.

  "Since you have it tattooed on your shoulder, I guess you could. The sales clerk was only trying to help."

  "Well, he can save his helpfulness for someone else. Are you done here?"

  Kamryn grinned. "I guess so. I'll just go pay for the shirt."

  Once she moved out from under his arm, Algar followed closely behind her as she made her way over to the till. After she made her purchase, he ushered her out into the mall. "Let's get something to eat."

  "Sure. I'm hungry. I'm still trying to adjust to the time here. I stayed up too late last night and slept in too long so I didn't eat breakfast."

  "I know of a nice restaurant that isn't too far from here."

  "Doesn't the mall have a food court?"

  "Yes."

  "Why don't we get something from there?"

  "You want to eat at the food court?"

  Kamryn chuckled. "There's nothing wrong with eating at a mall's food court.

  Back home, I do it quite a bit."

  "I've never eaten at the food court here, so I couldn't tell you if the food will be good or not."

  "Then you don't know what you've been missing." She grabbed his arm and towed him over to one of the mall directories in the center of the wide walkway.

  Kamryn ran her finger over it, as if learning the route to the food court.

  When they reached it, a barrage of scents from all the different foods filled his nose. Algar didn't find it unpleasant and his stomach did rumble in response. He let Kamryn lead him to one of the few empty tables and then sat across from her. He looked around. Compared to the rest of the mall, this section appeared to be busiest.

  The noise level from the many conversations taking place around them, the sound of children shouting and a baby crying, played havoc with his sensitive hearing. And it didn't help matters when a woman, arms loaded with purchases, walked behind his chair and smacked him in the back of the head with one of her shopping bags. He scowled after the mortal, who didn't even bother to stop and apologize.

  The sound of Kamryn's laughter brought his attention back to her. "You don't look very comfortable. If you want, we can leave. Don't feel obligated to eat here because of me. I just thought this would be easier than driving to another place."

  "I'll be all right. I'm just not one for crowds."

  "Since this was my idea, I'll get us our food. You can stay here and save the table.

  What would you like?"

  Algar scanned the food places. There were quite a few varieties. "I'll have whatever you're having. Here, this should be enough." He pulled out his wallet and took out enough pound notes to cover both his and Kamryn's meals.

  She shook her head. "It'll be my treat."

  Taking her hand, he put the money in her palm and closed her fingers over it. "I insist. I’m an old-fashioned kind of guy. I won't let the woman I'm out with pay for our meals, and don't even suggest we go Dutch."

  "All right, you win. I'm thinking of getting Indian."

  "Sounds good."

  Algar watched Kamryn head over to the place that sold Indian food. His gaze fell to the sway of her hips when she wove her way between and around the tables. The longer he spent with her the more he craved her. As soon as they finished eating, he would take her someplace not so crowded. Hopefully, she would invite him to her hotel room . . . because she made him hungry. And not for food.

  * * *

  Once she got in line, Kamryn looked over at the table where Algar sat. His gaze was locked on her. She smiled and turned away as the line inched forward, and still she felt him watching when she reached the front to place their orders. She barely stopped herself from smiling like a goof at the woman who worked behind the counter.

  To say she was enjoying her time with Algar was an understatement. He had an easy way about him that made her feel comfortable. It usually took her a while to feel that way around a man she'd just met, but that wasn't the case with Algar. She definitely wanted to see where things would go with him today. He was obviously interested in her. His shooing off that sales clerk while he'd held her possessively against his side said as much. Algar hadn't liked the idea of her talking to another man.

  Some women may not have liked his show of jealously, but Kamryn didn't mind at all.

  For her, a litt
le bit of jealous attentive behavior was better than complete indifference.

  One guy she'd dated had been like that. She could have given another man a lap dance and he wouldn't have batted an eye.

  Kamryn paid for the food, and, with tray in hand, made her way back to the table. Algar accepted the paper plate she handed him and waited until she had her food in front of her before he started to eat.

  She watched him put the first forkful into his mouth. He chewed slowly then swallowed.

  "Well? What do you think of your first taste of food court fare?" she asked.

  He nodded. "Not bad. I haven't had a lot of Indian food, but this is pretty good, considering where it comes from."

  Kamryn picked up her plastic fork. "See. I told you the food wouldn't be bad. It may be cheap and fast, but you can get a good meal."

  Algar visibly cringed when a small child at one of the tables near them let out a loud shriek. "The only thing I would change would be the atmosphere."

  "I suppose when you're not used to it the noise can be annoying."

  "No offense, but I usually prefer to eat in a place that is quieter and a lot less crowded. One more shriek and my ears will start to bleed."

  Kamryn couldn't hold back a laugh even though she had a feeling Algar was partly serious. His hearing must be a lot better than hers was if a child's shouts affected him that much. "Once we're done eating we can leave." A bit unsure how Algar would take her next suggestion, she looked down and pushed her food around on her plate.

  "We can go back to my hotel room if you want. It'll be nice and quiet there."

  When Algar didn't respond right away, Kamryn quickly stammered, "If . . . if you don't want to, I'll totally understand. I'm not asking you to sleep with me. I just thought it would be a good place to get to know each other better."

  She looked up when he reached a large hand across the table and stilled hers from pushing around her food nervously. She lifted her head, her gaze meeting his, and she saw the hunger lurking behind his eyes. Her mouth went dry. His stare made her nipples tighten and caused an ache to pulse between her legs. Algar's nostrils flared when he took a deep breath and his hand tightened on hers. If anything, his gaze grew even more heated.

  "Of course I want to go back to your hotel room," he said in a voice that had gotten deeper and huskier. "If you don't want to have sex, that's fine. But if you want to have sex, that's fine with me as well." Algar looked suggestively to her lips.

  Kamryn bit the inside of her cheek to stop from moaning with want. Wetness pooled between her legs and she resisted the urge to squeeze them together to try and alleviate the ache pounding in time with her rapid heartbeat.

  Things between her and Algar seemed to be moving fast, but Kamryn didn't want to slow it down. She had two weeks in England. Not much time to even think she could develop a serious relationship, but there was no reason she couldn't enjoy Algar while she had the opportunity. With the big three-oh creeping ever closer and with no other prospective relationship in sight, why couldn't she seize the moment Algar was offering and see where it would lead? She was a grown woman with needs like everyone else. And, God, did Algar stir those needs inside her. She'd be crazy to pass up the intimacy he seemed willing to give.

  Now that she'd convinced herself, Kamryn said what she'd never had the courage to say to another man before. "Sex would be good, and the bed in my room is definitely big enough for the two of us."

  Algar let out a low groan deep inside his throat and released her hand. "Eat.

  Fast." He then proceeded to shovel his food into his mouth.

  Chapter Three

  After they finished their lunch in what seemed like record time, Algar had Kamryn by her elbow and hurried her out of the food court. Not that she minded.

  While they'd eaten, Algar had watched her, his hunger-filled gaze growing hotter as the minutes passed. Once her plate was empty, he'd picked up the tray and dumped their garbage. He returned to the table and silently held out his hand for her to take.

  Now, they hurriedly made their way to the mall's entrance, and Kamryn became more aroused as she thought about what she was about to do. Algar didn't slow their pace until they reached his Jaguar. Once he had her strapped in, he slipped into the driver's seat, and they were pulling out of the mall's parking lot within seconds.

  At her hotel, Algar parked in the visitor parking and whisked her into the lobby.

  Inside the elevator, Kamryn pushed the button for her floor. Though they were alone, he made no move to touch her. He silently followed her off the elevator when it stopped and then to her room. With hands that shook ever so slightly, she took the keycard from her purse and unlocked the door.

  She didn't wait to see if Algar followed her inside as she stepped over the threshold and crossed the room to the small round table. She put her purse, the shopping bag, and the keycard on the table. Kamryn jumped when Algar came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.

  Slowly, he turned her so she faced him. "You're nervous."

  "Kind of. I haven't done this before."

  "You haven't had sex?"

  She shook her head. "I didn't mean that. I've had sex before." She took a deep breath and swallowed. "I've never slept with a man I just met. I usually ease into it."

  Algar smiled. "We can take our time. There's no rush." When she lowered her head, he put a finger under her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. "And just because we're going to sleep together now doesn't mean I'm going to leave as soon as we're done. I like you, Kamryn."

  She felt her cheeks warm. "I like you, too."

  He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "If you're uncomfortable with anything I do, tell me and I'll stop."

  Algar lowered his head and gently took her mouth with his lips. Kamryn kissed him back, opening to allow him entry when he dragged his tongue along the seam of her lips. As he tasted her, twining his tongue with hers, all nervousness melted away.

  Arousal thrummed through her body, taking its place.

  She settled her hands on his muscular chest. The hard length of his cock rested against her belly. The feel of it, thick and long, had her pussy growing wet. Letting herself go, she pressed against his shaft, eliciting a deep groan from him. She increased the pressure of her lips and sucked on his tongue.

  His mouth still moving over hers, Algar backed her toward the bed. Kamryn slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders and pushed his jacket down his arms. He let go of her only long enough for the jacket to fall to the floor. Without a second thought, she reached for the bottom of his t-shirt and yanked it up. Algar pulled it over his head and dropped it on top of his jacket.

  Kamryn ran her gaze down his naked chest, drinking him in. She stroked his smooth skin, tracing the large muscles. Going lower, she encountered cut washboard abs that she longed to drag her tongue across. She'd never been with a man as muscular as Algar, but she'd always wanted to. She had fantasized about what it would be like to kiss and lick every inch of a hard body. Now it looked as if she was going to get her chance to turn her fantasy into reality.

  Algar thumbed her taut nipples through her top. She met his gaze, finding his eyes heavy with desire. Her breath caught. Kamryn leaned into his touch, wanting more. Understanding showed in his gaze as he pulled off her top.

  As she stood in her bra and jeans, Algar bent and pressed a string of kisses across the top of her breasts while he unhooked her bra at her back. His hands skimmed the straps down her arms and off. He covered her breasts, stroking his thumbs back and forth across her nipples.

  "So beautiful," he said against her skin, kissing his way down to one of her breasts.

  Kamryn gasped when Algar's tongue circled a tight nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. While he sucked, wetness leaked out of her pussy, dampening her panties. Her heart raced in anticipation.

  She brought her hands to his face and threaded her fingers in Algar's hair, holding him to her. "Just like that," she moaned.
>
  Algar shifted to her other nipple and gave it the same attention. His hands stroked her sides to the waistband of her jeans. While continuing to suck at her breast, he undid the button and zipper. He pushed her jeans past her hips; they fell to pool at her ankles. Kamryn stepped out of the jeans and kicked them away.

  He lifted his head, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lowered her slowly to the bed. She watched him climb up beside her, stretching out at her side.

  Algar took her hand and led it to the large bulge his jeans constrained. "Touch me, Kamryn. I want to feel your hands on me."

  Not having to be asked twice, she undid his jeans. With no underwear to hinder it, his cock sprang free when she parted the front. She trailed her fingers along his shaft before circling the head with the tip of one finger. He moaned and a bead of pre-cum surfaced.

  Shifting to her side so she faced him, she wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and stroked. He pumped his hips, driving his erection into her grip. She looked down, feeling herself get wetter, as she watched him strain against her.

  Algar pulled her hand away and nudged her onto her back. He lifted himself up on one elbow and used the tip of a finger to draw lazy circles around her nipples. "I have to taste you, Kamryn. The scent of your arousal is driving me crazy, in a good way."

  She lifted her hips in invitation when Algar skimmed a hand down her stomach to the top of her panties. "Yes," she breathed.

  Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he pulled off her panties. Once she was free of them, Algar shifted lower on her body and settled between her thighs. He licked the underside of her breast before he kissed a path across her ribs and then down her stomach. At her belly button, he swirled his tongue inside it. He continued downward and used his shoulders to spread her legs open even wider. Kamryn held her breath when he blew across her pussy. But instead of going where she needed to be touched the most, Algar rubbed his cheek against the inside of her thigh.

  Doing it twice more, he had her clutching at the covers beneath her, ready to scream in frustration.