by Victoria Sue
He picked up the dark blue pants and the paler silk shirt, and pulled the shirt into his face. Breathed deeply. So soft, even better than what he had taken off, and for someone used to coarse rags it was heaven. He heard the horse’s hooves outside and rushed to the window. It was Luca. Well, no—it was Luca and what looked like the biggest horse Kit had ever seen in his life. And what was even more worrying, it looked like Luca was about to get on the huge beast. Wolves didn’t ride very well. It was an accepted fact, and Kit hoped Luca knew what he was doing.
Kit turned and stumbled, sudden pain knifing his head and making him want to vomit back his breakfast. He clasped his head and fell to his knees. An image of Luca played in his brain. Luca mounting the horse. Luca riding the horse through the forest. A sharp noise. The horse spooking, rearing. Luca falling off.
And finally, Luca lying on the ground, his eyes staring sightless at the sky.
Kit dragged himself upright, turned, and banged on the glass screaming Luca’s name. He was too high up, and the now repaired window didn’t open. He swung around, and nearly fell again as he staggered to the door. He had to reach Luca.
Kit ran. He ran to the stairs and clattered down them. He ignored Tara just coming in from the kitchen. He ignored the servants as they stepped aside. His head was pounding and his heart drummed to the same beat. Kit raced to the door just as Luca swung the horse around, the black stallion prancing on its feet. Kit appeared just as Luca let the horse have its head, and the powerful animal snatched the bit. Without thinking, without hesitating, Kit cried out in fear and stepped in front of the huge animal to halt its path.
The horse reared and everyone shouted. The last image in Kit’s head before he closed his eyes was the powerful hooves about to strike him. Kit felt the pressure between his shoulders and then he was sprawling to the floor, the ground hard, unyielding. Rolling, he just had the thought the wall would stop him when it did. He hadn’t thought his head would hit it first and as the pain lanced the back of his head, suddenly he wasn’t thinking anything at all.
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Guards ran to take the animal as Luca threw himself down to reach Kit. Luca’s heart was gonna crash through his ribs, and in an instant he was there. Kneeling, gathering something infinitely precious to him. What the hell was Kit doing? He had nearly killed him, and Asher, being the nearest, had pushed him out of the way just in time. Nial ran over. Someone had taken his horse as well. Nial was a gifted horseman and they’d wanted to see how capable Luca was. There was just going to be him and Nial. He hadn’t wanted an audience.
Reverently, gently, Luca ignored the guards and the offers of help. Sam yelled for the servants but Luca was praying that whatever he had done to Kit’s back would work a second time. He balanced Kit’s slight weight in his arms, and for the second time in two days he carried him unconscious inside and up to their rooms.
“Sire,” Sam ran in front, opening the doors and pulling the cover off the bed.
“Leave us,” Luca ground out to what seemed like half the pack who had followed them in. Asher stood there looking like he was about to die, and Luca took a breath. “Wait outside.” He wasn’t ready for everyone to know what he could do. He heard Tara run in behind Sam and Sam hurriedly explaining what had happened. Tara was begging him to lay Kit down so she could see. “Silence,” Luca growled, harsher than he had intended He strode to the bed. “Leave me,” he ordered, and heard Sam pushing a protesting Tara out of the door in front of him, then silence as they were alone.
Luca had panicked when he had seen Kit. So still, so pale. He had no idea what had made him risk his life by stepping in front of the horse.
Luca didn’t lay on the bed, but walked to the large chair in the corner and sank down cradling Kit’s limp body protectively. He gathered him close, gently, and closed his eyes. Willed with everything in him for Kit to wake, to be safe.
An awareness prickled at the edge of his mind. He opened his eyes to the blue of another pair staring at him steadily. Luca made a very unmanly noise in the back of his throat, pressed his forehead into Kit’s neck, and just breathed. The soft scent. Kit’s soft scent. Lemons, and woodsy. A hint of spice and a whole load of perfect.
He lifted his head. “Why? Why the hell would you scare me like that? What if I hadn’t been able to do this?” Kit dropped his gaze, seemed fascinated with Luca’s shirt. “Don’t you realize how important you are to me?” Luca asked softly, his voice quieter as the indignation, fear, and worry bled out.
Am I?
Luca placed a gentle finger under Kit’s chin and lifted his face. His eyes glinted with unshed tears.
I would never hurt you, and I’m sorry I ever brought it up.
Kit pressed his lips together as his chest heaved. Luca knew he was trying to get himself under control. He gently kissed each eyelid closed, tasting the salty tears that brimmed under them. How could he have hurt Kit like this? Luca deserved to be whipped.
Kit gulped, then whispered, “I understand.” He opened his eyes. “I know you need an Alpha-heir. I’m...”
“I would kill anyone that touches you in that way,” Luca said. “Just so you know. And I know that is the most hypocritical thing I have ever said. I don’t know what you see in me.” Luca’s head jerked back a little, his heart speeding up. What if? “Kit.” He clasped both of Kit’s small hands in his. “Please don’t ever think you have to do this. I don’t want to back you into a corner, here. I—”
Luca was effectively silenced as Kit’s lips stole his breath. He groaned and molded his own lips to the hesitant ones kissing him. Immediately he could feel the response in his groin, and his pants, fitted for riding, were now way, way too tight. Kit broke off. “Let’s not talk about it anymore.”
“Let me look at you,” Luca raked his eyes assessingly over Kit and felt around the back of his head. “Not even a lump.” He said in awe. “How do you feel?”
Kit smirked. “Like you’re doing way too much talking. I can think of other uses for your lips.”
Luca grinned and stood, lifting Kit with him. and stared for a second. Bright blue eyes that looked a hundred percent better than a few seconds ago. Kit’s soft skin, flushed at his neck. The pulse point beating as if it were trapped. Luca’s gums ached. He knew Kit tasted so delicious there.
He pressed Kit’s ass with his palms, holding him against his groin. Kit immediately wrapped his legs around Luca’s waist. Kit shuddered and Luca inhaled. The scent coming from Kit was driving him insane. “What would you like me to do instead of talking?” he murmured and nuzzled into his neck. Kit arched his neck for better access and gasped as Luca’s teeth grazed it.
“You mentioned a corner?” Kit squeaked as Luca pressed him tight, bulging cock to bulging cock. “I want to talk about what you are going to do when you back me into it.”
Luca chuckled. “Actions speak louder than any words I could ever hope to muster.”
Luca wanted to tear every item of clothing off them both but as his hand went to his waist, he saw Kit’s pupils widen and his lips part, and then everything in Luca demanded he give him a show. Kit drew a shaky breath as Luca deliberately unbuttoned his pants and drew his shirt out. For a second he gave Kit a flash of skin and he heard the quick indrawn breath. He stared at Kit. The small, pink tip of his tongue darted out to lick his lips, and Luca groaned silently. He wanted to taste them so badly. Arms up, shirt up and off in one fluid movement, and Kit seemed to take a breath in and stop. His eyes fixed on Luca’s hands. One button, two.
Let me, please.
Luca’s hands fell to his sides and Kit rose up. He traced his palms down Luca’s chest. Luca’s eyes drifted shut as the talented fingers dusted over his nipples. Luca mourned their loss even as he relished feeling them move lower to his pants. Luca couldn’t help the groan as he felt the material slide over his aching cock and it sprang free. He shook. He wanted to lie down as much as he desperately wanted to remain exactly where he was, but at the first delicate touch of cool
fingers on his hot throbbing length he wasn’t sure what would fail first—his knees or his control.
“Luca,” Kit murmured, and Luca’s hands rose of their own accord and settled lightly on Kit’s slim shoulders. He felt the puff of warm air brush his skin a second before the glorious, wet heat of Kit’s mouth seemed to suck him right in. How Luca stopped himself from thrusting forward was simply beyond him. Kit licked and swirled his tongue around Luca’s rock hard length and Luca fisted his hands, but they remained still on Kit’s shoulders. Luca’s whole body seemed to draw up. Everything in him throbbed with need. With want. Pure sensation thrummed through every nerve and lit every cell as if his skin were alive.
Kit hollowed his cheeks and pulled back. Luca whimpered as the delicious throbbing sensation pounded in his cock. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. There was nothing else in his world. His whole universe centered on the hot mouth devouring him and the pressure in his body. He wanted to move, to cry out, but he was helpless against the onslaught of Kit’s lips. When his climax finally thundered through him, Luca couldn’t even remember his name.
Chapter Nine
Kit stretched out languorously. Luca had swept him up in a bone-crushing heart-stopping kiss as soon as Kit had cleaned Luca of every drop. Kit sighed happily. He was determined to prove to Luca that whatever happened there were some things that only he could give him.
Kit immediately regretted the thought because of course he was instantly reminded of what he couldn’t give him. He snuggled closer and felt Luca’s arms tighten. It wasn’t fair.
“You’re thinking too much.” The soft chuckle came immediately as Luca kissed the delicate skin on his neck, just above his shoulder. It was the place that Luca had bitten him the first time, just on his tattoo. He ached to feel it again, but that wasn’t the only part of his body that ached. He was completely convinced that if Luca hadn’t come then, Kit would have done so too without a touch to his own cock. He knew he would be wet down there. It was astonishing how his body seemed to be pre-programmed just for Luca.
Made for me.
Kit raised his eyes and looked at Luca in astonishment. They couldn’t read each other’s minds. They could just talk to each other without words, but Kit sometimes thought he could get a sense of what Luca was thinking, an awareness. But this time Luca seemed to know what he was thinking.
Luca turned and laid Kit down flat on his back, propped himself up on his elbow, and smiled. “I would guess that’s what you were thinking,” he said seductively.
“I was.” Kit blew a small breath out in relief. He had guessed, he didn’t know. Kit just had time to inhale sharply as Luca bent his head and his hot tongue swirled around his nipple. The delicious, nerve-tingling sudden heat nearly had Kit bucking off the bed. He let out a soft, pleading whine. Luca grunted in response. It was an of course kind of a grunt. As if Luca were saying, “Of course, it was good, what were you expecting?”
His large hands roamed Kit’s body. Every touch inflaming his skin until Kit was writhing for Luca to touch the one place he hadn’t. Luca’s head was getting lower. He kissed Kit’s belly, mouthed his groin, and licked his balls. Kit panted. He needed. “Please,” he gasped as Luca’s tongue veered off in another direction. If he didn’t take him in his mouth he would explode.
“I want to be inside you,” Luca said solemnly and nuzzled into the few hairs in Kit’s groin. Kit could have cried with frustration. His hands were on Luca’s shoulders, nails digging in, desperately trying to direct Luca’s head where he wanted it to go. “I want you ready for me,” Luca said.
“I am. I am, please,” Kit begged, head thrashing from side to side, hands fisting. His cock was so hard, so wanting, but at the same time he was so empty. Luca lifted up and flipped Kit onto his front, knees bunched under him, but the rest of him flat to the bed. His arms wouldn’t have held him up anyway.
“You are so wet,” Luca groaned, his hands parting Kit’s ass cheeks and his thumbs tracing his crack, swirling the fluid that leaked from his hole. “I want you so badly.”
“Please,” Kit begged, over and over. He didn’t care what Luca thought. There was nothing in his world that he needed more. At that very second Kit was convinced he would die if Luca didn’t fill him up. Luca grunted once more and Kit felt the wide head of Luca’s cock graze his entrance. Fierce heat seemed to roll over him.
“Push out,” Luca instructed, but it wasn’t necessary. Luca pushed and gasped as Kit seemed to suck him right in. It was perfect. “I—” Luca couldn’t seem to find the words. “How do you?”
“Move,” Kit pleaded. He wasn’t ready to be questioned. Why couldn’t Luca just accept they were made for each other? Why did he— “Oh,” Kit gasped as Luca pulled back and then pushed in harder. “Again,” he begged. Luca grabbed his hips to anchor Kit and rammed himself into Kit hard, over and over. He wasn’t stopping to ask if it hurt. He wasn’t being gentle. It was hard. It was furious, and it was absolutely perfect. Luca shuddered, stiffened, and Kit felt him swell even more until Luca could barely move in his tight channel, Luca’s cock scraping his prostate over and over.
Luca reached under Kit but just as he clasped Kit’s cock firmly Kit saw stars as his world exploded. Wave after wave of pure bliss carried him, and if Luca hadn’t kept firm hold he was sure he would have flown apart. Luca sagged over Kit’s back and groaned weakly. “Baby,” he whispered, and tried to pull back a little.
“Mmmf,” Kit mumbled as a shower of sparks lit his insides again when Luca tried to move his giant cock.
Luca stilled, and then took a breath and tried to move back again. Kit cried out as another orgasmic wave threatened. “D-don’t move,” he stammered. Luca’s cock had swollen and he almost seemed stuck. He felt Luca pause and grow still behind him, but Luca made no move to get free. Kit groaned and wriggled his hips and another delicious tremor shot though him. “Luca,” he gasped. “What—oh!” His cock, swollen and already hard once again, erupted suddenly as another orgasm stole his breath.
Kit panted, his eyes closed, but even on his tiny inhales he could feel the pressure building in his groin again. “What is it?” Kit was barely able to form words. Never in his wildest dreams could he ever put a name to the feelings rushing through him. Another climatic wave built up and he whimpered in confusion.
“Shush, baby,” Luca soothed. He almost sounded apologetic, but his hands roamed, comforting but almost too much on Kit’s sensitive skin. Kit whined helplessly as the pressure in him built up, Luca still swollen and plunged deep in his ass. Another second and his body tensed as rapture seemed to fill his mind. Pure bliss exploded in him and his vision finally darkened, Kit, convinced he would fly apart, just sank into a welcoming darkness safely tethered in Luca’s arms.
He wasn’t sure how long he lay senseless, but he became aware of himself slowly. Tears pricked weakly behind his still closed eyes as he realized he was still held. He didn’t think he could have survived waking up alone.
“Kit?” The worried rumble in Luca’s voice had him stirring. His ass throbbed but it was empty.
He licked his dry lips. Luca had moved him at some point so that now Luca lay on his back and Kit was tucked into his side. The steady thump thump of Luca’s heart soothed him. He felt a kiss on his head and as Luca moved slightly something cool pressed against his lips. Kit opened his lips and gratefully slurped the water, some escaping as Luca laid him on his side.
Luca took the glass away and gently swiped at Kit’s face to dry it with his warm hand. “How do you feel?” Kit could hear the worry lace Luca’s words and wondered what was wrong. He had just had the most amazing sex of his life. If it was possible to pass out from happiness he had just done so. Was that what it was? Did Luca think he was hurt—or worse, too fragile?
“That was incredible.” He let the awe suffuse his words. He heard the amused rumble from Luca.
“Baby. I—” Luca stopped, and alarm shot through Kit. He sat up quickly, ignoring the burn in his
ass, nearly wrenching himself from Luca’s arms.
“You didn’t enjoy it?” He’d been too selfish. Luca had pleasured Kit. He should— The chuckle made him look up and focus on Luca’s face.
“Are you kidding me?” Luca said dryly. One eyebrow lifted in amusement. Kit blushed. He could feel the heat prickle his skin. “C’mere.” Luca lifted his arm, and Kit was happy to oblige. “What I was going to say,” Luca started sternly, “was to check you are all right, unhurt.” Kit opened his mouth, only to be silenced by Luca’s finger across his lips. “And don’t give me the you were made for me speech.” Kit stared in fascination as pink flushed Luca’s neck and crept higher. “I knotted you,” he explained. “Knotting is, was...only something that usually happens between werewolves, and only males and females. It’s a biological function designed to ensure the female becomes pregnant.” Luca’s cheeks were stained a dark red now. “I’m not certain it didn’t happen when I found you in the wolf camp either. Sam thought you were in heat and that is also only something that happens with female omegas.”
“You tried to make me pregnant?” Kit asked, torn between confusion and awe.
Luca smiled incredulously. “I can’t, obviously, but my wolf doesn’t know that, apparently.”
“Does that mean it will happen again?” Kit asked, desperately trying to stop the huge grin.
