His cock jerked in her hold when she swirled her tongue around the head and then across the slit. She grinned around his cock as he groaned and planted his hands on the wall of the shower behind her. Though she had never done this before, she was excited about experiencing yet another side of loving with her mate.
Sliding halfway down his shaft, she flicked her tongue from side to side, back and forth over the thick vein that ran up the underside of his cock. She stopped moving forward when his cockhead hit the back of her mouth. Easing back a bit, she wrapped one hand around the exposed shaft. Then she began to suck and stroke on him. Her pussy responded by tightening as the taste of his pre-cum crossed her tongue.
She bobbed up and down his cock, swallowing when she held only the head between her lips. As she played, she was surprised when Nick’s cock grew even longer, harder, and thicker. When she began to roll his balls with the fingers of her other hand, he growled softly. A moment later, he jerked his cock from her mouth and stepped back until he was completely free of her hold and standing on the other side of the shower.
“No more,” he panted when she looked up at him and whined her disappointment. “We’ve got to get out of here and to a bed right now.”
He turned off the water before reaching down and sliding his hands under her arms. He helped her to her feet. He held her for the few seconds it took for her to find her balance on legs that still felt like cooked noodles. Only when he was certain she was steady did he release her. Opening the shower door, he grabbed a towel from the stack on the counter.
After swiping it quickly over his body, he thoroughly dried her before tossing the towel over his shoulder and scooping her up.
“What are you doing?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I’m carrying my mate to our bed,” he said, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. “I’m going to love you until neither of us can move. Then I’m going to hold you in my arms while we rest up enough to start all over again.”
“Oh, well, okay. In that case carry on, my mate.” She giggled with a toss of her head.
Nick stopped long enough to turn out the light before heading across his room to the queen-size bed. When he reached the side of the bed, he shifted his hold on her, grabbed the covers, and pulled them off the end of the bed. Then he kissed her hard and fast before tossing her onto the bed.
Emerald squealed as she dropped to the mattress and bounced twice. Her laughter continued when Nick turned around before throwing himself down on the bed next to her. Not sure of what to do next, Emerald turned her head to look at her mate.
“So what now?” she asked, her laughter dying as she grew nervous.
Nick rolled to his side and rested his head on his bent arm. He smiled down at her with eyes that glowed with his hunger. “Want me to fix you a sandwich? Take out the garbage? Do the dishes?”
He looked so serious that Emerald could not help but snicker as her nerves eased somewhat. “No thanks. I’m not hungry, it’s Cash’s week for garbage detail, and we don’t have any dirty dishes up here.”
“Good, then we won’t have to go anywhere before I do this,” he said before leaning down and brushing a kiss over her lips.
He kissed his way from her lips to neck and then down her chest. Taking one nipple into his mouth, he licked and suckled at it. His free hand began to fondle her other breast, massaging the entire mound before working up to play with the beaded-up peak.
Hot need pulsated from where he touched her straight to her pussy, reawakening the arousal he had eased just moments before. She writhed under his ministrations before her wolf pressed forward, demanding more. With a low snarl, she pulled him to lie over her as her hips bucked against his.
“Need. You. Now,” she growled, running a hand down to goose his ass cheek and press him deeper into the V of her legs.
Nick grinned widely as he shifted down her body until the head of his cock dragged over her clit then down to her pussy lips. “I need you, too, my gypsy woman.”
When the tip of his cock parted her lower lips, barely entering her, he stopped moving.
“Please,” she protested. His hips remained still as he leaned down until they were nose to nose.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said hoarsely as he slowly eased his cock forward, parting her inner tissues.
Centimeter by centimeter, he pressed deeper. He watched her face like a hawk until her pussy fully sheathed him. When she shifted under him, trying to move her pussy on him, he dropped his lower body to hold her pinned to the mattress. His shoulders and upper body rested on his forearms, allowing her to breathe as he studied her.
“What?” she whined when her hunger and need outweighed her body’s small twinges of pain.
“Just waiting for you to unclench those pussy muscles,” he replied with a gentle smile. “If I move right now, I’m liable to go off like a bottle rocket because your sweet pussy is massaging me so damn good.”
Only then did Emerald realize she was clenching her muscles, both inside her pussy as well as most of the muscles from belly button to ass to knees. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax. It was difficult to think calming thoughts as she stared deep into his deep green eyes.
After nearly a minute, he seemed satisfied. He began to inch his cock out of her as slowly as he had entered. By the time only the head remained inside her, Emerald felt ready to scream with frustration. She needed more.
Bending her legs, she planted her feet on either side of his thighs. When he started to ease forward at a snail’s pace, she shot her hips up, taking him deep, fast, and hard. His eyes widened in surprise when she dropped back just as fast then repeated the action a second and then a third time.
His surprised expression turned to one of overwhelming hunger as her actions destroyed what control he had been able to maintain. He shifted, sitting back until he was kneeling between her bent and widespread legs. Lifting her feet from the bed, he straightened her legs and held them high and wide as he began to fuck her hard and fast.
Her arousal raced through her as he began to piston in and out of her. She could not reach him to feel his skin, so her hands moved to cover her breasts. She pinched her nipples then rolled them between two fingers. Fire shot through her body adding to the heat and power already gathered between her legs.
“Come for me, gypsy,” Nick said. He slid a finger down between her legs and flicked it back and forth over her clit.
Emerald screamed as her release rose up and slammed through her. Tingling electricity shot out from her clit through every nerve in her body. She heard Nick groan low in his chest as he thrust even deeper twice more before stilling with his cock buried as deep inside her as he could get it.
Long before she was ready to lose him, Nick eased from her pussy. She was so boneless she could not complain when he moved away. A moment later, he returned with a warm wet cloth and cleaned her up.
She was nearly asleep when he pulled the covers up and over her before crawling into bed beside her. When he pulled her into his arms, she sighed as she settled her head on his shoulder without hesitation.
Nick’s heartbeat sounded under her ear. The strong, steady sound and the feel of her mate’s arms securely wrapped around her relaxed her into a deep, well-deserved sleep.
Chapter 6
Emerald woke slowly, feeling as if she had slept hours longer than her normal seven hours. She felt so relaxed the muscles of her body protested when she took a deep breath and tried to move. For the first time since following her passion to be a writer, she did not feel the usual franticness to jump out of bed and race to her computer. Instead, she just wanted to lie here and enjoy the soul-deep peace that filled her.
Opening her eyes, she stared across the room. It took a moment before she recognized her surroundings as Goldie’s old room. Then she recalled the events of the previous evening.
Nick.
Her mate.
She had met and claimed her life mate.
Sh
ifting her legs, she considered getting out of bed and going to her room to fix coffee for her mate. Before she could move more than two inches, an arm she had not realized was wrapped around her tightened around her middle.
“Good morning,” a deep, dark, sleepy male voice murmured in her ear.
He shifted even closer. She could not help but smile when a half-hard cock pressed into the valley between her ass cheeks. Her thigh muscles tightened with a twinge of pain as her pussy dampened in response to his touch and his voice.
“Good morning,” she returned softly. “What time is it?”
All at once she was afraid to look at the man who would be by her side for the rest of her life.
What if he was having second thoughts about their mating? What if he no longer wanted her now that night was over? What would she do if he ran back to wherever it was he came from? Would she then be destined for a lonely life without him? Or would she waste away and die of a broken heart after he left to return to his life? Or could she find the strength to leave the precious island she had not been away from in eight years to go with him?
“Eleven-thirty,” he whispered after consulting the watch on his wrist. “Relax, Emerald. It will all work out.”
“How did you know?”
“I can almost hear the wheels turning in there.” He stroked two fingers over her temple.
Emerald lost track of her thoughts when he began dropping a line of kisses across the top of her shoulder and up her neck. She fought to hold still as his morning beard tickled her. The arm bracketing her middle shifted higher on her body, and his hand covered her breast. He made no other moves, but her nipples beaded, and her pussy overflowed with renewed hunger for her mate.
“Sleep well?” he whispered before taking her earlobe between his lips and sucking on it gently.
“Uh-huh,” she moaned.
“How are you feeling?”
“Caffeine deprived, hungry, and a little sore,” she admitted, too relaxed to consider filtering her response. She normally hid from the family until after her first cup of coffee because her brain did not fully function until then.
She squeaked when he pulled her over to lay flat on the mattress. “What are you doing?” she asked when he pulled back the covers and moved to kneel on the mattress beside her hip.
He did not answer as he began running his hands over her body. “Oh my God, you’ve got bruises,” he exclaimed when he reached her hips.
“Really? They don’t hurt,” she said.
She looked down where he was laying butterfly kisses on her skin. There were numerous bruises the size and shape of fingertips on each hip, but they did not hurt.
Once he finished anointing the discolored skin, he crawled back up her body to crouch just above her. His cock kissed her belly as he laid a trail of kisses down her forehead, nose, and cheeks before meeting her lips in a long, leisurely good morning kiss. When he finally raised his head, they were both breathing hard.
“Good morning, Emerald,” he whispered.
“Good morning, Nick,” she returned.
She slid her hands down his sides to his hips and then around to massage his ass. She hoped to light his fire even though she wondered if her body would be able to follow through with what her heart wanted.
Instead, Nick rolled away with a low groan. “Out of my bed, woman, before you start something you’re in no shape to finish right now.”
* * * *
An hour later, Emerald stopped just down the hall from the dining room for a moment to prepare herself for what she knew was about to come. She wiped suddenly sweaty hands down the sides of the short denim jumper that ended at midthigh. Nick had taken advantage of her caffeine-depleted state to talk her into a shared hot shower.
She ended up horny when he refused to participate in any sexual foreplay while they were hot and wet. Instead, he soaped them both up, and rinsed them thoroughly before he pulled her out of the shower. After drying them both completely, he pulled her behind him into her closet.
The hot water alleviated her soreness, but her brain remained fogged from the lack of caffeine. When he handed her a short blue denim dress, she agreed without thinking. She tried to argue when he helped her into it without allowing her to put on bra or panties, but he kissed her into submission.
“Knowing you’re naked under that cute little dress is going to keep me on edge all day,” he said before pulling her into his room and dressing in a pair of tan slacks and a blue button-down Oxford shirt with a pair of loafers.
“You okay?” he asked, lifting her chin so she stared into his eyes.
“I’m fine.” She dropped her gaze to his chin as she lied.
“No, you’re not,” he said before brushing a kiss across her lips. “We’ll talk later about your penchant for lying. I won’t tolerate it, and if I have to spank you to get you stop, I will.”
Emerald’s eyes flashed to his and went wide when she saw his solemn expression. “Spank me? No way are you going to spank me,” she said, her voice soft but intense.
Nick smiled, looking wolfish and dominant. “We’ll see about that. I know you’re nervous about something, but don’t worry. I can handle it. I’m known as a shark in my business circles.”
Emerald could not help the chuff of laughter. “That’s the human world, mate. You’re about to face a room full of wolves who have grown up together and taken care of each other for the last eighteen years. They’re also a little overprotective of me since—” She broke off and dropped her head to stare at the V of his collarbone.
“Since when, gypsy?”
Emerald shook her head, not wanting to have that discussion now. She wanted her past to stay in the past and not taint this new relationship with her mate.
“Never mind,” she said, forcing herself to smile before turning away. “I need coffee.”
She yelped when Nick swatted her left ass cheek none too gently.
“You will tell me about this, later,” he said, his voice low and growly, “or that spanking will become a reality.”
With a sigh, Emerald nodded. “All right.”
Taking his hand, she led him the rest of the way down the hall and into the dining room. She felt a burning break out over her entire body when she found her entire family had gathered for lunch. Even Goldie and her mate had joined the family. When they appeared in the doorway, all conversations stopped. Every head turned in their direction except for Silver and Edward, and no one looked happy.
“Good morning, children,” Edward greeted them with a wide smile.
“Good morning, Grandfather. Nick, this is my family. My sister, Goldie, and her mate and my cousins Caleb, Diamond, Ruby, and Cash. You’ve already met Silver and my grandfather, Edward.” Each member of her family raised their hand in response to their name. “Everyone, this is my mate, Nick Christopher.”
* * * *
Nick nodded to each of Emerald’s family as she ticked off their names, but otherwise remained silent. He felt a suspicion fill the air, especially when his woman shifted closer and her hand tightened around his. He squeezed her hand, trying to console her. For the first time since waking up with her in his arms, he felt a moment of nervousness. Though Silver and Edward each wore big welcoming grins, the others looked too solemn for what should be a happy occasion.
“Welcome to the family, Nick,” Edward said before waving to the sideboard along one wall of the large room. “Help yourself to lunch.”
“Coffee first,” Emerald murmured before releasing his hand and walking through the door on the opposite side of the room from the food.
When the swinging door closed behind her, Nick wondered if he was safe in the room of shape-shifting wolves without his mate beside him.
“So, Nick,” Goldie asked, sounding too casual as she looked across the table at him. “What brings you to Pyrate Island?”
Nick cut a look at Silver, who suddenly found his half-empty plate very interesting.
“I came to discuss some
business with Emerald. Someone submitted several of Emerald’s stories to me. When I asked her to come to my office for a meeting to discuss her future as an author, I was informed that if I wanted a meeting I had to come here. So, here I am.”
“What do you do? Where do you come from?” Diamond asked, not trying to disguise the suspicious tone in her voice.
“I’m a literary agent. I live and work in New York City,” Nick answered as Emerald pushed open the kitchen door. She carried a large mug between her hands.
His gaze went to her when she stopped halfway through the door. She met his gaze, and her eyes widened. Then she went pale and her hands began to shake.
Cash was next. “Are you going to make Emmy go back there with you now that the two of you are mates?”
That gave Nick a moment of pause. Since meeting his mate, he had given no thought to the future, his career, or anything beyond scratching the horny itch that still plagued him since looking into her angelic face.
Instead of answering the question, he rounded the table, stopping long enough to shake Edward’s hand. “If you don’t mind, sir, Emerald and I need to talk before your family finishes this interrogation.”
Edward glanced from him to the open kitchen door and back again. “Go,” he said with a regal nod.
“Thank you,” Nick said.
He continued around the table, but before he reached the doorway, it silently swung closed again. Pushing through the doorway, he followed his black-haired gypsy across the kitchen. She put one mug down in order to open the door before walking out onto the patio. He picked up the mug and took a deep breath of the steam before taking a sip.
Stepping through the door, he pulled the door closed and crossed the patio to where Emerald stood staring out into the woods.
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