“Wait a minute. He can slip underneath the door?”
“Yes,” Blaez replied, his voice cold and hard.
Had she done something to piss him off? Was he disappointed in her because she’d lost consciousness?
“I don’t remember much of what happened,” she said. “Why did I pass out?”
“Maybe from shock.” His arms tightened around her waist and she could’ve sworn he was scenting her as his nose ran the length of her jaw.
“What about the others?”
“Randon and Pageant made it to another closet. I’m not sure about Blaine, Bart, Kurt, and Marcus.”
“Will they make it?”
“Kurt and Marcus will.” His grip relaxed. “We have to believe they all will.”
“At least you’re honest.”
His face was against hers then and he tilted her chin to his. She longed to see him them, wishing she could watch him as he lowered his head and kissed her for the first time. And the kiss was definitely coming. She sensed him inching closer, hovering over her mouth.
“I’ll always be honest with you.”
“Because I’m your mate?”
“Yes.”
“I belong to him, too.”
“Yes, you belong to Marcus and Kurt as well.”
She smoothed her palms across his broad chest and strong shoulders. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant but…” He cupped her ear with his hands and whispered, “Don’t breathe another word of what you’re thinking about him while he’s right outside the door.”
The horrifying memory of the extortionist screaming Mine! Mine! Mine! drove her to push against Blaez, seeking his comfort and protection.
She shuddered at the memories of what they’d survived, but with Blaez’s warning, she gained knowledge and an empowering idea. “I know how to drive him away.”
“He’ll only leave when he has you or when the others figure out how to steer him somewhere else.”
“No,” she whispered, certain there were other ways to force a supernatural freak to back the hell off.
She and Blaez could mate. It wasn’t the ideal situation or the most romantic of settings, but it was certainly plausible. If that thing outside the door believed she belonged to him, wouldn’t he resent her if she fucked someone else? Wouldn’t he leave them alone? If not for forever, maybe at least for the rest of the night?
“Suzette, get some rest. Save your strength.”
She turned around then and took a deep breath, questioning her courage as much as her intentions. “Are you sure I belong to you?”
He placed his large hands on either side of her face and said, “It’s confusing, but yes. You’re mine. You belong to Marcus and Kurt, too, but you are absolutely mine, Suzette.”
“Do you feel anything for me?” She shifted her weight and straddled his hips, carefully lowering herself to his lap and deliberately trying to position her denim-clad crotch over his groin.
He released a guttural moan. “You mean, do I want you?”
“No. I mean do you have any kind of strange and unexplainable emotions toward me?”
Blaez didn’t utter a sound then.
Her heart sank but she decided she could live with that. Since the moment she’d first spotted Blaez in the parking lot, she’d thought of all sorts of illicit ways she’d like to enjoy him.
“That’s okay if you don’t care for me. I mean, we basically don’t know one another. We’d never met, never seen one another so it’s not like you’re under any obligation to—”
His lips crashed against hers. He buried his hands in her hair and pulled her to him. His fingers locked around strands of her hair as he thrust inside her mouth with a greedy kiss.
The sexual heat, their obvious and instant connection, was extraordinary, just as it had been when she and Marcus had made out in the break room. Her fingers danced across his T-shirt and she brushed three of those digits across his beaded nipples, loving the small definition of tiny thin loops.
“You’re pierced.” She stopped kissing him and drew back.
“Yes.”
God bless. She was desperate then. She wanted to see him, touch him, and flick those tiny pierced nipples as the loops gently tapped against her lips.
Suzette dropped her hands to his jeans, tugging frantically at his snap and desperate for access to his zipper. She was out of her mind, delirious, really, as she tugged his cock free of his boxers and pumped his shaft up and down. She drove the weight of his cock through her loose fist while he unsnapped her jeans and shoved his hand in her panties.
“Come here,” he rasped, swirling his fingers around her opening and gripping her neck with his free hand.
Her lips found his and he thrust inside her mouth, kissing her with eagerness and devotion, loving her into a lustful frenzy of pure, exquisite need. Their passion unraveled and spun out of control. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, moaning as he repositioned his arm.
She pushed down on his muscular limb, desperate to guide his fingers to her slick pussy so he could manually fuck her into an unsurpassed state of never-ending arousal.
“Ah fuck!” she cried out as soon as his fingers lodged inside her.
“There we go,” he crooned, locking his middle finger high inside her channel.
Her pussy clenched as he mashed the heel of his hand against her bare mound. “Make me come.” She’d never been so demanding, never known such need.
“You’ll come when my cock is buried inside you.” He grabbed hold of her waist and hoisted her up in the air. At the same time, he jerked her jeans down to her hips and with some quick maneuvering, lowered his own as well.
Their lips met clumsily in the dark and he kissed her passionately, deepening their connection as his fingers played right inside her cunt. He fucked her with his fingers, screwing them inside her, higher and higher.
The heat of his cock scorched the back of her hand and she gripped his shaft again, pumping his meaty thickness with quick and rapid jerks. A spurt of his pre cum dampened her knuckles and she lifted her hand to her mouth, dying to taste his masculine spice, the slippery essence of his manhood.
She mashed her mouth against his after she’d licked the moisture from her skin.
“Hmm,” he crooned. “You’re so sexy, baby.”
“So delicious.” She’d never been so forward with a man so soon. Then again, Bart was the only lasting relationship she’d experienced and they had zilch in common when it came to sex. Other than Bart, there had only been one other man in her life, a bed partner in college.
Bart and a distant fuck buddy didn’t hold a candle to a man like Blaez.
Suzette gripped Blaez’s dick with a firmer hold. She rested her palm against the center of his shaft and reveled in the heat, the warm sensations gushing through her body. She was dying to tuck his cock inside her pussy and slide right on down and ride him.
“Do you want to fuck me?” She dragged her fingers over his moistened cock slit once more. After she sucked the moisture from her fingertips, she caressed his lips. She lowered her head and ran her tongue around the shape of his mouth, stroking his lips back and forth, back and forth.
“Do you want to fuck me?” he asked, his voice elevated more than before.
“Do you have protection?”
“You’re not on the pill?”
“No. I haven’t been with anyone since Bart.”
“I’m clean. A werewolf can sense the second he’s exposed to disease and…”
“And what?”
He drew her to his lips again, kissing her with tenderness and compassion before he said, “And I’ve never been with a woman completely bare.”
“I see,” she said, stroking him with her hand, wondering if she should take the risk and ride him without protection, make love to him without barriers? “I’m probably fertile.”
“You are anyway during a first mating period.”
“How does
that make you feel?” She closed her hand around his pulsing shaft, acknowledging the additional couple of inches pressing through her grip as she tugged and pulled, gave him a good hand job with a full understanding.
He didn’t care if she was fertile? He didn’t care if she conceived?
“How does that make you feel?” He pinched her clit until she moaned. He then kissed her deeply, cupping the fullness of her breast as he thrust inside her with searching fingers.
“Wet,” she replied, desperate to feel him inside her then.
Reason and caution were thrown to the wind as she seated herself on his cock and cried out in exquisite pleasure. He buried himself inside her pussy, stroking her with hard and quick beats. She threw herself into the rocking motions, digging her fingernails into his flesh as she fucked him.
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“If you want to,” she whispered, hoping he wouldn’t.
“You’re leaving this up to me?”
“Yes.”
He stilled underneath her, but he didn’t take long to reach a decision. “You’ll have my children someday, Suzette. It’s one of the reasons why all weres are mated by the time they’re thirty-one. I want you to have my children and I want our bond to be unmistakable right from the start.”
“Mmm…” She paused and squeezed, loving the hardness sinking inside her. “Tell me I’m your mate again.”
“You’re my beautiful mate,” he assured her, squeezing her breasts until she trembled from the pressure.
“Fuck me, Blaez,” she whispered, throwing her legs wide and closing them against his hips when he throttled her with fast-thrusting jolts.
“Lose the shirt,” he bit out, bracketing his arm around her waist.
She tore her blouse over her head and quickly unhooked the clasp behind her back. His mouth was there to pleasure her. His teeth raked gently across her nipples.
“So much pleasure.” She fell back against his supportive arms as their weight shifted back and forth with the natural sway of their motions.
His lips were on hers as their passion peaked. His kiss muffled her cries as his cock reached high inside her, stroking and pampering her, taking her to the very brink of true unadulterated satisfaction.
Chapter Seven
Suzette’s body was a package full of curves and pleasure. She seated herself atop him with confidence and beauty, riding him without reservations, but when she released her bra and spilled into his hands, he nearly came right then.
He devoured her full breasts with his mouth, eating up the tantalizing flavor of his precious mate. He longed to see her as he fucked her, watch as her face lit up with orgasmic pleasure or as her lips parted and little whimpers escaped them.
The calm and quiet in the building stirred him and he realized then his vixen had come up with a hell of an idea. The extortionist had left the building, but just because the danger may have passed, didn’t mean he would rush their loving, their inevitable mate joining.
Her hands fell to the bottom of his shirt and she rolled the material up his stomach. A second later, she clung to one of his nipple rings, pulling and tugging as she pushed her pussy down on his cock and hummed in delight.
Vibrations tickled his nipple and his shaft’s tremors were enough to alert him to the approaching end. He curled her legs around his hips and planted his feet on the ground, throwing his arm behind his ass and using his feet and legs to pummel her with thrusting strokes.
Her darling mouth suckled his nipple. Her teeth raked over the tender point and those sweet lips pulled at his jewelry, making him crazy, driving him insane.
“Come for me, baby,” he rasped, gripping her hips and driving his cock inside her with hard pounding beats.
Her pussy enticed him, drawing him inside her hot channel, sucking at his cock until he was damn near lost and damn near destroyed. He throttled her with long and deep strokes, ramming his shaft inside her with thrust after thrust after thrust.
Ah mercy! This was damn sure the best fuck he’d ever enjoyed in his life and yet he couldn’t give either of them credit for mobility.
Then again, she’d made confinement work for them.
Her voice resonated in his eardrums as her soft moans made him hornier still. He dug his fingernails into her hips and hauled her forward then pushed her back, keeping her body close so he could swipe those aroused nipples, nuzzle her breasts, and just fuck the hell out of her.
“Blaez!” Her pussy convulsed around him and he was thanking his lucky stars she had finally found her pleasure.
His cock jutted and his release shot through the tip. And maybe when they’d first started this round of good loving, perhaps when she’d first seated herself on his cock, maybe then he’d meant to pull out, but as her sweet whimpers filled his crazy head, he didn’t have as much damned control as he’d once thought.
His cum splashed from his cockhead and he jerked her to him, burying his seed deep inside her and praying right then for conception, for the ability to impregnate the mate he planned to hold, love, and cherish for the rest of his natural life.
* * * *
“So we’re out here fighting for our lives and you’re in the closet fucking?”
Randon smirked at Kurt and he immediately read through the obvious. “You were doing the same?” He stalked across the room and opened the door. Shaking his finger at the darkness, he asked, “Do you have any idea what’s happened here?”
“They don’t care,” Bart said, evidently angry.
“I didn’t ask you, Barf.”
“Bart.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kurt said, shifting his gaze from Blaez to Kurt and finally settling on Blaez. After all, he was the guilty party, the one who couldn’t keep his damned prick in his pants.
“I’m glad he fucked her,” Marcus said, butting his hips up against the only desk left intact. “We need to mate with her as soon as possible.”
“Mate with her?”
Kurt scowled. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”
“I should probably be protecting my ex, seeing as all of you seem to have same or similar ideas.”
“Oh you mean about fucking her?” Kurt asked, ready to devil him and tease her. “You got that right.”
Suzette blushed and dropped her head.
Ever since the walls had started coming down, Kurt had been as horny as a young man in a house of prostitutes.
“Don’t hold back on my account,” Bart said.
“Like. I. Said. Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”
Bart exited the office and Blaine followed him, shooting Blaez and Randon a glare before he walked out. Even with her ex out of the room, Suzette still acted nervous. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
After a moment of silence, Pageant said, “It’s not as bad as they make it sound.”
“She knows,” Blaez said, giving Suzette a heated look.
“No. I don’t think she fully understands,” Randon said, pointing at her neck. “You didn’t bite her.”
“What?” Her voice hit a high octave and she stared at Kurt as if he held and guarded all the answers. “No one mentioned anything about biting. I thought you were werewolves, not vampires.”
“We are,” Kurt said, thinking if he’d been the one behind the closed door, he would’ve finished the mating. He wouldn’t have let time pass without mating properly with the woman he was meant to share, love, and protect.
“There’s only one way they can be assured of your safety,” Pageant explained.
“And even that isn’t guaranteed,” Randon said, glancing at Pageant and then refocusing on Suzette. “You have three mates and you must complete the mating in order to be linked or tied to them forever and yes, that includes accepting the werewolf’s bite.”
“Are we talking a nibble here or a real blood gusher?”
“I’ll nibble,” Kurt said, gnashing his teeth and then shooting her a wink.
“And
you?” She directed the question to Marcus.
Marcus crossed his arms. “We’ll discuss it in private.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. They probably wouldn’t discuss much more than Marcus telling her to drop her pants and bend the hell over.
“So what happened while we were in there?” Blaez directed the question to the men but sidled up to Suzette and draped his arm around her shoulders. “Do you think Suzette’s plan worked?”
“Suzette’s?” Kurt held his heart. “Really? All that racket was your idea?’
“Yes.” She smiled sweetly. “Did it work?”
“Yes,” Kurt said, stalking her. “Now let’s you and I go somewhere private and see if we can come up with some creative ideas for the two of us.”
Chapter Eight
As soon as Suzette unlocked the door of her two-story colonial home, Kurt felt a sense of belonging. He didn’t know if it was the assortment of cake candles cluttering the credenza or the variety of toys scattered across the foyer and up the stairs, but it felt like home. It felt familiar and comfortable.
Kurt eyed the family pictures lining the hallways as he followed her to the kitchen. Yes, this was where he belonged—here with this woman. He wanted a glimpse of this kind of life, this kind of future. He longed for something real, something meaningful—family and friends, real love. That’s what mattered.
“Are you hungry?”
He eyed her shapely bottom and made no attempt to hide the fact when she turned around and caught him. “Starved.”
She moistened her lips and planted a quick kiss on his. Before she could get away, he gave her a sharp pull and she landed against his chest.
“I think you can do a little better than that.”
She stood on her tiptoes and brushed his mouth with gentle kisses. A combination of love and lust, want and need, struck at the base of his cock and made him uncomfortable as hell. He bracketed his arm around her waist and pulled her against him, loving the full swell of her breasts against his hard chest.
He bunched her hair in his hands and kissed her completely, driving inside her mouth with a forceful tongue. “God you make me crazy.”
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