His brother’s mockery did not bother Dean. Raul always used to scoff at whatever he thought was nonsensical or even absurd. Still, his rant put him in a difficult position. The Alpha had taken the necessary precautions. Their town was safe, at least for now. Theorizing would inevitably lead to even darker thoughts, frustration and helplessness. Dean didn’t like to speculate, but he was so upset that he would resort to that. Thankfully however, Raul’s reluctance prevented him from doing so.
“There’s one thing that’s been bothering me,” Raul’s baritone ripped through the silence. “Before, we’ve had to face crazy witches, territorial packs, a demon, obsessed ex-husbands, vicious vampire clans… Now, we’re going to war with a group that’s not that different from ours. They may be bloodsuckers, but it sounds like we have a lot in common. And they’re going to fight us, because their Alpha just happened to be that tyrant’s brother. What a waste.”
“Don’t tell me you feel sorry for them,” Dean spoke, as a sarcastic smile formed on his face.
“Nah…” Raul rejected that notion. “It would just make it easier for me to kill them, if I knew they were ordinary vampires. That’s all.”
“Alright,” Dean said on an exhale. “If anything comes up, you know where to find me. Goodnight.”
“Later, boys,” Raul dismissed his brothers with a quick nod. As he made his way out of his Alpha’s cabin, Dean smiled to himself. He had only just spotted a major difference between him and his brother: leading the pack required much more than just physical strength. They were both tremendously powerful, yet, it was simply not enough. Raul had just demonstrated to him that he had maintained his composure, even though they were going to war once again. He had shown to him that there was no need to panic, although they were facing something unprecedented to them. And it was that reassurance that set his fears at ease. Indeed, only moments afterwards, Dean was much calmer. That night, he went to bed, thanking his fate for having Raul as a brother and a leader.
Chapter Seven
A squeaky voice awakened Dean’s senses, later on that night. In a matter of seconds, his ears were filled with more of that annoying noise, and loud cheers. He recognized the voice in question immediately. There was only one woman in the family that squeaked like that: Julia. Still, Kate had told him that they would spend the night at her apartment. For some unknown reason to him, they were back. Curious as to why they had bothered to drive back to Paxton, he swiped the covers away. This was not like his mate. She valued those nights with her friends; they had tons of fun together. Yet, she had turned down their company. Kate had to have had a very good excuse for returning to their town.
Dean ran down the stairs, as the celebratory sounds grew louder. As he stepped onto the landing, the squeaks ceased altogether. And, when he hesitantly pulled his door open, he discovered why: Kate was in Julia’s arms, standing between Helena and Melissa.
“Ahem…” The witch cleared her throat. “I told you you’d wake him up.”
A glorious smile lit up his mate’s face, as she eased back out of her friend’s hold. Without uttering a word, she turned her body to the right. Dean watched, as she moved off towards him. But, instead of her usual, feminine walking style, she chose to sprint across the yard. Her right arm shoved the door back, as she jumped towards him. It flew open, and hit the wall behind it, as she knocked him off his feet. Dean tumbled down onto the floor, bumping the back of his head, as the three women outside burst into roaring laughter.
“Oh, man,” he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut, as he endured the pain. “You want to tell me what this is all about?”
“This,” she announced, reaching into her pocket. Kate brought her arm up, and then stopped her hand in front of his face. A small, blue card was in her grasp. It read:
Starlight Records
Ryan Alstead
CEO
“The guy came to my dressing room, after my show,” she added, as her eyes sparkled with excitement. “He said he’d been watching me for months. He loves my voice. I have an appointment with him tomorrow afternoon at the company’s headquarters in Manhattan.”
“That’s fantastic,” Dean commented while gazing up into her eyes, his lips curved into a blissful smile: “finally, some good news.”
“The girls suggested we stay in New York, but I couldn’t wait to tell you,” she uttered, her voice picking up volume. “I’m so happy.”
“You’re glowing,” Dean said with a grin, lightly kissing the tip of her nose.
“Go back to bed,” Kate urged, as she put her hands down on the floor. “I have to go say ‘goodnight.’”
“Alright,” he gave a short chuckle. This development lifted a weight off his shoulders. A while back, his mate had sacrificed a contract with a major record company in Los Angeles, just to be with him. The fact that she’d put her career on an indefinite hold – and possibly ruined it – had flattered him, but it had also filled him with guilt. Dean desired what was best for her, yet, it was their very relationship that had held her back. Now, though, Kate could at last realize the dream of recording her first album. Her days of driving back and forth from Paxton would soon be over.
Lying in bed, he folded his arms behind his head, and closed his eyes, as he imagined her perform in front of much bigger crowds than the two hundred or so people in “Tommy’s Pit.” All of her passion, her conviction and her presence would explode out of her, like lava, spewing from a volcano. Dean might be getting ahead of himself, but he couldn’t help it. Those thoughts had rushed into his mind automatically, and he was not going to send them away. It was good to dream about fame and glory; Kate’s fame and glory, to be exact. She deserved it, by all means.
“I hope you went to bed early tonight,” His eyes snapped open at her sexy voice. Waves of desire coursed through his body, as he noticed her standing under the doorframe, naked, with her hands on her waist.
“Why?” He asked, letting his gaze roam over her curvaceous body, as she closed in on him.
“Because you’re not getting any more sleep,” Kate retorted, reaching both of her arms down to climb into bed. “Want to know a secret?” She said, her voice deepening to a raspy tone, her gaze locked on his, as she crawled towards him.
“Yeah?”
“I’ve never been more turned on in my whole life,” She whispered, her mouth less than an inch away from his, as she cupped the sides of his neck in both of her hands. Letting out a huff of arousal, Dean snaked his arms around her shoulders, as he welcomed her lips on his. He marveled at her energy. Kate had been working for hours, and through two, long drives, but she hadn’t let any of those discourage her. Splaying his fingers over her back, he pushed a few strands of her golden hair away, eager to feel her smooth skin. The passion in her kiss told him that she was not kidding, when she spoke about her arousal. The fine hairs in his beard rubbed against her chin, as he felt the tip of her tongue on the seam of his lips. Dean parted them just enough, allowing her in his mouth, as he traced his fingers across her back. Flexing his arm muscles, he pulled her onto him, the weight of her breasts on his chest lighting up his desire. He gathered a few of her tendrils in his hand, as his other one slowly traveled down her body. Kate’s gentle bite on his lower lip forced a low grunt from him, as she slid her hands up his neck. She feathered her right one through his beard, as his fingertips reached her ass cheek. Dean felt his blood pumping through the veins of his cock, as he squeezed her delicious flesh. Moving her lips down, she puffed her hot breath just below his chin, as she firmed her grip on his face. He knew very well where this was going. She would go further down, and eventually worship his cock. He might love it, but Dean wanted to keep her submissive. He wouldn’t allow her the initiative, especially upon her confession. Therefore, he tightened his hold around her, and rolled them over.
“No…” A helpless whisper escaped her, as he kissed the part between her lips and her nose. “Why did you do that for?”
“Patience, Siren. You’ll see,” He brea
thed, pulling his arms out from under her, as he felt the moisture of his cock on the fabric of his boxer shorts.
“Oh, yes, I will,” She whispered once more, as her eyes lit up with mischief. In a quick move, she rolled over onto her chest, and then tucked her hands under her chin. “Come on, Wolfy. Show me,” She urged, licking her upper lip, as she looked up at him over her shoulder. A massive shot of adrenaline rushed through his veins, as he laid his eyes on her gorgeous ass. In an instant, Dean found himself wondering what to do to her first. Whatever that would be though, he had to get rid of his underwear. So, he rolled out of bed, scanning the beauty that awaited him. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, and pulled them down and off his feet, exposing his large, stiff cock, as she swiveled her head to the left to face him.
“Look at that body,” Kate whimpered, breathing heavily, as she settled her gaze on the defined ridges of his abs. “God, it’s so sexy. You should have let me…”
“I will, later,” Dean interrupted, lifting his leg to climb back into bed. Positioning himself behind her, he reached down, and grabbed her by the hips. A lustful sigh fled his lips, as she got up on all fours. She tempted him; yet, this was not what he had in mind. Sliding his hands up her sides, he bent his body down towards her. The feel of his cock between her ass cheeks made that temptation even harder to resist. However, if he wanted to carry out his plan, he had to force restraint upon himself. His hands stopped, just an inch from the underside of her breasts. Dean pulled her body up, letting the wonderful scent of her hair flow through him. Removing his right arm from her, he brought it up to her shoulder. He gathered her silky strands, and pushed them aside, as he tilted his head down.
“Oh, you bad boy,” she whispered, reaching her hand back, as he breathed down her ear. Her long whimper rang in his ears, as he flicked his tongue across her earlobe. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, as he gently pulled it into his mouth. Dean placed his hand back on her side, feeling every fine hair in her body rise under his sensual assault. Planting a fiery kiss behind her ear, he trailed his fingers up. He mapped out the skin of her breasts, as Kate’s hand crept around his head. Her long fingernails left tiny scratches on his face, as his fingertips encircled her nipples. She tilted her head back, as he nipped his way down her neck. By then, thick drops of precum were flowing down his shaft. Dean grabbed and squeezed both of her breasts at the same time, as his juices moistened her flesh.
“Always the tease…” she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut, as his lips landed on her shoulder. Kate dropped her arm, surrendering to him, as he savored the sensation of her supple breasts in his hands. The hardness of her nipples provoked him. For a moment, he considered flipping her around, so that he could give them the attention they deserved. Still, he would not do so. His mate’s lustful groans had filled his bedroom, as she flexed the muscles on her ass cheeks, squeezing his length between them. Kate rested her head on his left shoulder, as he pressed his thumbs onto her nipples. Dean squeezed her right breast one last time, and then released it, eager to stimulate her more. Slowly, he glided his hand down her stomach, as he kissed the skin under her hairline. Her body tightened, as the tip on his middle finger made contact with her clit. But, Dean was not willing to halt it there. Instead, he let his hand wander further down, as he held onto her breast.
“Oh, my God!” groaned Kate, arching her body forward, her ample juices drenching his fingers, as he felt the soft flesh of her pussy on his skin. A massive wave of arousal washed over him, as he discovered that she had not lied to him. His mate was soaking wet. Her moisture was oozing out of her, reaching as far as her inner thigh. Of course, he had no idea if he was solely responsible, but there was no way that he was going to ask. Filled with an uncontrollable urge to taste her, he attempted to lift his hand up to his mouth. Before he knew it however, she grabbed it in midair, and led it back down to her pussy.
“Inside me,” she whimpered, her chest heaving, as she swiped her tongue up his neck. “I want your fingers inside me: now.”
“Yes,” he grunted, kissing her cheekbone, as he spread her pussy lips, using his index and middle finger. Kate’s mouth opened wide, as he lightly pinched her nipple. Dean rubbed his thumb against her clit, as he let go of the lips of her womanhood. Her hand shot up to grip the back of his neck, as his fingers began stretching her inner walls. Second by second, her wetness encircled him, pulling him into the world of her ecstasy, in a sensual trip he wished never ended. Kate sank her long fingernails into his flesh, as he pushed his fingers all the way in her. Pressing her breast to the side, he ran his tongue up the side of her neck, as her gentle bite on his jawline sent sparks of electric currents down his spine. Much to his surprise, she didn’t let go of him. Instead, she kept pressing her hand onto his hand, as if she meant to control the pace. She was writhing in his tight embrace, moaning inches away from his ear, as he drove his fingers into her, edging her closer and closer to an explosion of erotic delirium. Snaking his tongue out of her mouth, he swiped the tip over her ear, as he pushed her breast upwards.
“Dean!” Kate cried out, gripping his hand and his head tighter, as her body swayed back and forth. He could feel every vein around his cock bulging, relishing the sweet trap of her butt cheeks. Squeezing her breast, he moved his lips down, as her lustful moans resounded through the walls of his cabin. She stretched with ecstasy, shuddering in his arms, as her powerful orgasm had her writhing in pure, unadulterated pleasure. Dean laid a tentative kiss on her shoulder, caressing the tender flesh of her breast, as Kate struggled to control her breath.
“God, that felt amazing,” she gasped, her eyes glinting with bliss, as she knitted her fingers through his hair.
“An amazing woman deserves amazing treatment,” he whispered, trailing short kisses along her jawline.
“Oh, baby…” Kate purred, rolling her eyelids shut, as he brushed his lips against hers. Dean was dying for release; yet, he could not resist the temptation of her kiss. It was a magical feeling, one that surrounded his entire being with all the tenderness and the love that he needed. His Siren was living up to her name, enchanting him as if he were a sailor in a Greek myth, luring him to her; but, unlike those poor souls, she would never do anything to hurt him.
“Don’t keep me waiting anymore,” she whispered in his mouth, as she released his head. Moving her legs apart, she bent over, offering him a fantastic view of her ass as she put her hands down on the bed. He wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft, a low grunt escaping him as he stared down at her butt cheeks. His swollen cockhead rubbed against her clit just before he slid his cock into her womanhood. He tipped his head back, hissing, as her juices mixed with his. Reaching down, he grabbed her by the hip as he pushed into her, parting her wet folds.
“Yeah, baby…” Kate moaned, her voice dripping with desire as she looked up at him over her shoulder. “Give it to me.”
Silken wetness surrounded his every inch, as he went deeper and deeper into her. Filling her up, he felt her moisture on his balls. Dean placed his other hand on her ass cheek, while she returned her gaze to the bed board in front of her. One more of her loud, sexy groans served as his reward as he dug his short fingernails into her flesh. He spread her ass, giving her a chance to feel him even deeper, as he bucked into her. Dean grunted louder, letting his gaze roam up her body. Kate’s back was wonderfully arched; a few, tiny drops of sweat had formed along her spine. Seeing her like that, hearing the sounds of her arousal and her pleasure, was a temptation on its own. He was losing himself in the moment, squeezing her ass cheek, thrusting deep and hard inside her. Kate threw her head back, her hair cascading behind her, as the sound of his balls slapping up against her filled the room. The sight of her mouth, quivering in the air, gave him an idea. Dean bent towards her, feeling her juices reaching the base of his shaft. He let go of her ass, and then curled his arm around her neck, as his chin made contact with the tender skin of her shoulder.
“I love pounding you from behind,�
�� he whispered in her ear as he slid his free hand up her side.
“I love it, too, baby. God, you’re so deep,” she groaned, biting her lower lip, as his lips once more tantalized her earlobe. Dean felt the underside of her breast, brushing his index finger, as it bounced up and down. Without much thought, he moved his hand further up, and pulled her earlobe into his mouth. He plowed faster into her, the tip of his tongue teasing her sensitive area, as she gripped the sheets harder. Waves of liquid heat washed over the length of his cock, as her second orgasm shot through her, leaving her body trembling beneath him. Feeling his leg muscles flex uncontrollably, Dean pulled out, just before his own juices spewed out of the tiny hole on his cockhead. Gasping for breath, Kate sat up, and then flipped around, surprising him even further with her energy. She threw her arms around his shoulders, as their eyes met. His mate pulled him closer, but the exhausted Dean could not stay balanced. They tumbled into bed, as a blissful smile burst upon her lips.
“I love you,” she whispered, splaying her fingers over his shoulder blades. “You are my “everything”, Dean Bradford.”
“I love you, too,” he breathed, planting a quick kiss on her lips. “I’m sorry if I…”
“Shhhhhh…” Kate hissed, as her smile widened to a grin. “It’s ok. I loved it.”
The precious look in her eyes forced him to think twice about addressing her again. Instead, Dean covered her mouth with his, as he rolled onto his side. Her intoxicating kiss would be the ideal conclusion to this night, a night that had rocked her world, as much as it had his. He couldn’t put his happiness into words. His dearest Kate was on her way to stardom: but, even if she became the biggest star in the music industry, the warmth in her eyes screamed at him that she would always, always be his mate.
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