Justin got her to sit up long enough to remove her shirt, leaving them both topless. He stroked her breast, cupped it and lifted it to his mouth. His tongue swirled around her small, dark brown nipples before his lips closed on it. He could tell by the change in her breathing that she liked this. She arched her back, wordlessly begging for the attention he was only too happy to give.
Shedding the rest of their clothes, they returned to trading lazy, wet kisses. Justin followed the curve of her hip and skimmed over her thigh to stroke the damp, wiry curls of her bush. She spread for him and he eased two fingers inside while his thumb rubbed her clit. Her scent drew him down; abandoning her mouth, he shifted to lie between her legs, her thighs framing his head as he buried his nose in her pussy. “God, you smell incredible,” he moaned. He parted the folds with his tongue and she gasped. She tasted just as good, her juices sweet to his palate. He could hear her whimpering. Glancing up, he saw her head twisting against the pillows. He smiled. Yeah, woman, he thought, I can make you feel good…the way you deserve to feel. Her hips began to rock, humping against his mouth. He felt her nails dig into his scalp as she gripped his hair, her whimpers turning into short, desperate yelps.
“Yes, baby,” she whined under her breath. “Ooh, yes, ooh, yeah…” Savannah’s body quivered and her legs opened and closed around Justin’s head as she fought the urge to clamp them together tight. He pressed his hands up under her knees and held them apart while carrying her right over the edge with his very agile tongue. Savannah wailed and jerked, but she could not escape. Her sobs of pleasure morphed into bubbling peals of laughter wrapped around a string of breathless obscenities. “Fuck – oh, you shit – you gorgeous, dirty, hot bastard!”
Justin started to chuckle. Lifting his head, he licked his lips and grinned up at her. “I’ll have you know, my parents were married,” he said. He released her legs and crawled up to lie beside her. “I’m just going to assume that’s your way of saying, ‘you really know how to eat pussy like a connoisseur.’”
“In so many words,” she replied, her chest still heaving. She gazed at him, her lips curved in a satiated smile. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
He shrugged and propped his head on his hand. “I never liked being predictable.”
“Likewise,” she said. Rolling toward him, she kissed his lips, not seeming to mind at all that they tasted of her. Justin had to give her props for that, recalling how many of the other Human women he’d been with would always turn away when he tried to get a kiss after going down on them.
Savannah began to make her way down along his body, taking a moment to tease his nipples which made him yip in surprise. His eyes slid shut and he groaned. “Oh, that’s…yeah, that’s nice…I like that.” He could feel her kissing a path down his abs. He knew right away where this was going, and his nearly-erect cock nodded in expectation. He gripped a handful of Savannah’s hair, the coarse curls twining around his fingers. He sprawled on his back when one of her hands closed around his shaft and gave it a few long, slow strokes. Justin hummed in appreciation a moment later the instant he felt her lips brush the sensitive tip. “Aw, yeah,” he sighed, as her tongue traced the vein that ran his length. “Come on, baby,” he rumbled. “Don’t tease me.”
“Oh, I won’t.” She tossed her head and turned so she could look up at him with those spellbinding green eyes. Maintaining visual contact, she drew him into her mouth, her full lips stretched to accommodate his girth. She swallowed him down slowly, taking him as deep as she could.
Justin could feel the press of her tongue against the underside of his cock. He groaned again, watching her pull up while sucking. Her fist moved in counterpoint, throwing in the occasional twist. Justin reached down and cupped her jaw. As good as it felt, and as much as he wanted to find out if she would spit or swallow, he had a more overpowering desire to be buried inside her again – and not in her mouth. “Savannah,” he croaked. “I need…”
She pulled off, her lips dripping with saliva and precum. “I know,” she replied. “Me, too.” Rising to her knees, she crawled up over him, straddling his hips. She smiled as she rubbed her pussy against his erection before lining up. Justin couldn’t resist thrusting up to meet her when she sank down onto him. Her pussy was still wet from her previous orgasm. Savannah moaned softly as she took him in to the root.
Justin held her hips as she began to ride him. She started with a steady, easy gait, rocking forward and back. She leaned over him, hands splayed on his chest for support. Her tits bounced heavily as she picked up speed. Justin sat up. Wrapping his arms around Savannah’s middle, he nuzzled her breasts and licked the sweat gathering between them. One of his hands dropped down to caress and clutch her ass.
Without warning, Justin held onto Savannah as he rolled them both over until he had her under him. She made no protest at the change of position; digging her heels into his buttocks, she raised her arms over her head and grabbed hold of the brass rungs on the headboard. “Fuck me!” she demanded. “Yeah, please – fuck me, do it, make me come again!”
Justin grinned. “Yes, ma’am!” he growled, his hips snapping faster. The bed shook under them, springs shrieking, headboard smacking the wall. The whole time, Justin stared down at Savannah, panting. “Come on…let’s do this…give it up, baby, give it to me.”
“Oh, shit!” Savannah pressed her lips together and arched her head back into the pillow, her eyes shut tight.
Justin could feel her contract around him, felt her shudder and heard her whine deep in the back of her throat. At the same time, he felt his balls draw up, the pressure building, pressing hard up under his scrotum. He held out, though, waiting for her. It happened a moment later, right after a few more quick, deep thrusts. Savannah screamed – literally screamed – as her orgasm tore through her. It took Justin by surprise, but he liked it, and he found himself following right on her heels. “Yeah!” he bellowed. “There you go! Come on!” He drove home and delivered his full load, his cock jerking within the hot, slick grip of her well-fucked pussy.
Sometime later, Justin lay with his cheek pillowed on Savannah’s ample bosom, one arm wrapped around her in a show of both protection and possession. He could feel her breath against his forehead. Her fingers had stopped stroking his hair and now her hand rested there, cradling his head. Twenty-four hours ago, Justin had been confused and afraid as he huddled down, exhausted, in a cold, filthy pigeon coop. Tonight, he had a soft bed and a softer woman, and he could not remember the last time he felt so safe and happy. They still had to find a way to clear his name, but for now… I could get used to this.
His mind drifted back to what Savannah had said after her astral projection. Two men looking for something in Dad’s study…and one was either Phil, Samuel, or Gerard. He frowned as he pictured the stocky, militant Beta that had been his father’s bodyguard. He was the closest to Dad, and he also hates me the most. He was so quick to accuse me, too. Damn, I’ll bet he’s in on this! He probably killed Dad and pinned it on me!
That level of betrayal set Justin’s blood on fire, and suddenly he found he could not relax anymore. With a soft sigh of frustration, he extracted himself from Savannah, who had already fallen asleep, and eased out of the bed. Finding his borrowed jeans, he pulled them on. He glanced back once as he left the room to make sure Savannah didn’t wake up.
The chill night wind hit his bare chest as he stepped out onto the roof. Being a werewolf, Justin barely noticed the cold. He walked barefoot across the stone tiles of Savannah’s ritual area and stopped at the altar. He could see his reflection in the dark polished marble, his face in shadows with the full moon high above behind his head. They killed my dad. They killed him, and they want to kill me. I can understand why they would be happy not to have me around, but…Dad? He was a good man and a great Alpha, hardcore traditionalist, always putting the Clan above everything else. Justin let out a bitter snort. “Even his own son,” he muttered.
His kind had always been big on blood r
edemption, and the murder of an Alpha always meant retribution had to be carried out. Justin set his jaw. I’m going to find out who did this, he thought. His hands formed fists on the altar. And then they’ll be the ones who get hunted down.
Chapter Thirteen
The alarm went off at five o’clock, and Savannah rolled out of bed, feeling completely refreshed and ready to start a new week. As she stood and stretched, she heard a muffled groan come from under one of the pillows. She smiled. “Sorry, Wolf-Man,” she said, leaning over and giving a playful swat to the lump in the covers where his ass would be. “Mama’s got to go to work.”
Justin’s head emerged from under the bedding, letting out a hiss when Savannah switched on the overhead light. He squinted and shaded his eyes with one hand. “Remind me never to run a restaurant,” he mumbled. He turned over and flopped back. “This is way too early for me.”
“Well, no one said you have to help.” She smiled as she pulled clothes out of her dresser. “This is who I am, though, and this is what I do, and I was doing it long before I met you.” Tucking her hair behind her ear, she bent and kissed him on his bowed lips. “Go back to sleep. Come down later and I’ll make you breakfast.”
“Hm,” he grunted, the corners of his mouth curving upward. “Now that you’ve said those magic words, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep. I’ll be too busy thinking about your cooking.” He looked up at her. “And everything else about you that’s delicious.”
She chuckled against his mouth as he drew her in for another tender, lingering kiss. “Okay,” she said after a moment, forcing herself to push away from him. “You keep that up and I’m not going to open the café until noon. That would not go over well with my Monday morning regulars.” She gathered up her clothes. “I’m going to hop into the shower, now.”
He levered himself up on one elbow. “I don’t suppose I could join you in that shower…?” he asked. He had the audacity to look even sexier, all naked and muscular, with the covers low around his narrow waist and his tousled blond hair, gazing at her with those sleepy hazel eyes.
“Did you not just hear what I said about needing to open the restaurant?” Savannah asked. She shook her head in disbelief and laughed. “You can take one after me.”
“But…”
Savannah held up a hand to cut him off. She pointed at him and ordered, “Stay.” She smiled when he dropped back against the pillows. “Good boy.”
“I’m not a dog,” Justin reminded her.
“No, but you’re acting like one right now.” She pursed her lips. “Doggin’ after my ass…”
He leered. “Well, if it wasn’t so fine…”
That made her snort. “And on that note,” she said, “I am taking my fine ass out of here.” Blowing him a kiss, she headed for the bathroom. She had to chuckle again, still finding it hard to wrap her mind around the events of the last two days. Since Saturday night, I’ve met a werewolf and had sex with him – twice. She smiled as her body began to tingle with the recollection of his touches, how good he made her feel inside and out. If she didn’t have to go to work, she would be back in that bed with him right now, letting him give it to her doggie-style. Or would he refer to it as “wolfie-style?” Her libido began to stir and she had bank down against it and focus on her responsibilities. As she told Justin, her life didn’t stop just because he stumbled into it.
But it has changed, she admitted to herself, as she stepped under the water’s spray. Tipping her head back, she closed her eyes and reviewed the things she saw and heard during last night’s astral excursion. She had found herself hovering high above Chicago, looking down at the glowing grid-work of lines that indicated all the places where Justin’s energy connected. Some burned brighter, hot spots where he spent most of his time. She focused on one located north of the city, near Wilmette, and felt the sense of home associated with it. She saw a large manor house set within the walls of a gated community. This is where Justin’s energy formed a pool that felt both stagnant and agitated. He doesn’t like it, here, she remembered thinking. He’s tied to it against his will. Beneath that thick layer of resentment, she found sadness and desolation, and it had touched her heart. How can anyone stay where they feel so lost?
Her astral being had wandered through the house, finally coming to a heavy wood door. Savannah had sensed a great darkness in the room that lay on the other side. Through Justin, she had felt fear and rage and confusion but steeled herself and pressed forward. More emotions had bombarded her, too many to sort out. Images had flashed before her mind’s eye, blurred faces, fire, and blood. She had seen a chair behind a large wood desk with a fresh crack in its surface, and suddenly recalled her dream of the man slumped in that very spot. The memory had flickered and then she saw it again but through Justin’s eyes, and this time she saw the gaping hole in the man’s throat, and she had felt Justin’s reaction to the horror reverberating with one word: Dad.
Savannah had to struggle to stay in control. All that chaotic energy, she thought, and shuddered under the hot water now cascading down her body. I’m lucky I didn’t get stuck there – all that negativity trying to suck me in. She then remembered how the door had opened and she saw the two men she had mentioned to Justin. She could still see the black tendrils of their auras, and she had to pull away out of fear of being touched by that darkness. Pure evil, she thought. That’s what it was.
She wished she knew what they had been trying to find. As spiritually disturbing as she found that place to be, she knew she had to go back – for Justin. He may have some issues, but he doesn’t have what it takes to be a cold-blooded killer. His heart is troubled by the things he’s seen and the life he’s lived but it’s still good. We’re a lot alike, in that respect.
Marveling over her sudden revelation, Savannah finished her shower, dried off, and got dressed. As she descended the stairs to the restaurant, she could smell fresh coffee. She frowned when she saw the machines on the counter, pots full and steaming. “What the heck…?”
“I couldn’t go back to sleep.”
Savannah turned and saw Justin standing in the doorway to the kitchen, dressed and wearing an apron. He finished wiping his hands on a dishtowel before slinging it over his shoulder. Upon closer inspection, Savannah recognized what he had on. “I see you found the rest of Daddy’s clothes,” she remarked.
“It wasn’t hard,” he admitted with a shrug. “I picked up the scent coming from one of the rooms upstairs – I’m assuming it was your parents’.” He cleared his throat and scuffed the floor with his boot. “I, ah, hope I didn’t cross any boundaries…”
The part of Savannah that could not bring herself to pack up her mom and dad’s things and claim their room wanted to protest, but she caught herself. It’s one thing to keep our loved ones alive in our hearts, she thought. It’s another to keep shrines to the past that just remind us of what we’ve lost. She smiled and shook her head. “Nah,” she said, “you’re okay. Take whatever you need. I’ve got to get the rest boxed up and take it to one of the local homeless shelters. The holidays are coming, and I’m sure there are people out there who would be happy to get a coat for Christmas, even second-hand.” She pulled her own apron down from its hook and tied it on. “I’m going to go unlock the door. Do me a favor and light the grill?”
“You got it.” Winking, Justin retreated into the kitchen.
This is so weird, Savannah thought, as she made her way to the front of the café. I haven’t worked with anyone since Daddy died. We were so attuned to each other, functioning like extensions of each other. ”Culinary Companions,” as he used to say. She sighed. I’ve got to admit, it’s nice to have someone to work alongside again.
As she reached the door, Savannah glanced outside – and her eyes widened when she saw that same car from two nights ago idling at the curb on the other side of the street. Her breath hitched and her heart started to race. She could see two men in the car, one behind the wheel and the other beside him in the passenger
seat. “Oh, shit,” she muttered. “It’s him. It’s the guy I saw in the room last night.”
They seemed to be doing a visual scan of the surrounding buildings. Then they looked right at the café. Savannah gasped again and pulled back, instinctively using her hands to draw hex signs in the air while whispering hasty incantations to reinforce all her preexisting protection spells. “Spirts, guard this place and all those within. Make the eyes of those who would bring harm look away.”
She continued to backpedal until she bumped into something solid. Savannah looked up and saw Justin. “They’re here,” she told him gravely. “The men who are after you – and the one I saw last night is with them.”
“What?” Instantly, Justin seemed to go on full alert. Savannah saw his eyes illuminate, and when he reached up to grab hold of her shoulders, his fingers looked longer, tipped by thick, curved claws. “I thought you said they wouldn’t find me!” he growled.
“They won’t,” she assured him. She knew he had the strength to crush her but despite his alarm his grip on her arms remained gentle. “They’re probably retracing their steps, trying to figure out where they lost track of you. But they’re not going to find you. They won’t even be able to get within a few feet of the door without feeling sick.” She reached up and stroked his face. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”
“You said you recognized the one who was searching my dad’s study?” Justin looked past her at the front of the restaurant. He frowned, his jaw hard-set. “You said I was invisible, right? That they won’t be able to see me, as long as I stay inside?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding.
“Then I should be able to go up to the window and look right at them.” Releasing her, Justin stalked through the dining room. “Point him out, Savannah. I need to know which one of Dad’s so-called trusted Betas was in on his death!”
“You just have to promise me you’re not going to do something stupid and go out there after him!” Savannah said, quickly following. She caught Justin’s wrist and to her surprise he stopped. “Right now, we don’t have any evidence to help you clear your name. If you step outside the protections I have up around this building, they’ll see you and they’ll be able to hurt you.”
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