Chapter Seven
“I was beginning to wonder if you’d changed your mind and headed for the mainland.”
Alisha shrugged. “Running away never solved anything. And in any case, I doubt I would have gotten very far.”
Lucas stepped out of the doorway onto the porch, moving close enough that she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. He smelled of the outdoors and a musky odor that had her digging her nails into the palm of her hands to keep from reaching out to touch him. He was a wickedly handsome bastard, and the cool look in his eyes said this time he wasn’t going to be put off.
“The last rays of the setting sun are fading.”
“And the devil wants what’s owed him?”
“I don’t know about the devil, but I sure as hell do.” He moved a braid away from her face, and leaned in to bring his lips close to her ear. “Making me wait wasn’t a good idea, baby. Now my little problem has become a big problem. Hope you’re prepared to deal with the consequences.”
He nuzzled the nape of her neck, while his big hands slid around her waist and brought her flush against his aroused body. She forced herself to remain passive in his arms, but she knew he wasn’t fooled for a minute. The man had done little more than blow in her ear and her arousal was so strong even she could smell it. Embarrassing, but she figured after a night in his bed that would be the least of her problems.
He pulled back to look down at her, a wicked smile tilting the corners of his mouth. “Time to pay up, sweetheart. Why don’t you drop down on your knees and see how much of your bill you can work off.”
Alisha lowered her gaze, not wanting him to see her expression. His words excited her, and filled her with a delighted wickedness. She’d never taken a man into her mouth before, nor had she ever felt any desire to do so. But this was Lucas, and she wanted him in ways she had never wanted any man before.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, his touch light, and she raised her gaze to his.
He smiled at her, but there was a look in his eyes that said he wouldn’t be denied.
“On your knees, baby.”
“But we’re outside and there’s still enough light for someone to see us.”
“There’s no one out there. Even your four-footed escorts have departed. There’s just you and me and…what’s between us.”
She dropped slowly to her knees, telling herself she had no choice but to adhere to their bargain, but she was woman enough to admit that kneeling at his feet made her feel decadent and exposed a need to be dominated that shocked her. What was it about this man that made her want to do things she had never even considered doing with another?
“That’s a good girl. I didn’t think you’d take orders so well, but it seems there’s a bit of the submissive in you.” He sank a big hand into her braids and pulled her head slightly forward, bringing her face eye level with the prominent bulge in his pants. “Why don’t we find out just how much?”
He worked the zipper of his jeans downward, moving slowly toward the heavy budge in the front of his pants. When he halted halfway, she’d had enough of his teasing, and stretched out a hand to help him finish the job.
His deep chuckle caused her cheeks to burn, but Alisha was past caring. She finished the job for him, and since he wasn’t wearing any underwear, his massive erection sprang free, curving upward from a nest of curly black hair to rest against his taut stomach. The man was truly blessed, and when a tiny drop of fluid emerged from the head of his shaft, she couldn’t resist leaning forward to lap it up with her tongue.
His hips snapped forward, but he sank his hands into her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to meet his heated gaze. “Damn, baby, you could bring a man to his knees with a move like that, but I’m not going to let you rush this. We’re taking this slow and easy, and before the night is out, there won’t be any you or me. There’ll only be us.”
He shoved his jeans down to his knees, exposing himself fully, and she didn’t know whether to run her hands over his rock-hard thighs or to be a shameless hussy and just gobble him up. He took the decision away from her by grasping her chin and tugging gently on her jaw.
“Open wide, baby.”
She opened her mouth without ever taking her eyes off his turgid shaft as he eased it between her lips. He tasted sweet and just a little salty, like a peach that had been picked before it had fully ripened. Deciding she liked the taste of him, she gripped the base of his shaft and sucked him fully into her mouth.
He hissed a sharp intake of breath that had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with pleasure, and then he sank his fingers into her hair, locking her in place as he worked his shaft slowly in and out of her mouth. He smelled like sin, tasted like candy, and in the throes of his need, exhibited a harsh masculine beauty that was riveting. But still, it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted all of him and the need he’d ignited deep inside her drove her to a feverish pitch. She released him from her mouth and ran her tongue down the thick vein running from the head of his shaft to the base. Her hands followed her lips, touching and exploring every inch of him, seeking to satiate a need that raged like molten lava through her veins. When her fingers slid across his forbidden opening, he uttered an expletive, and a second later, the world turned upside down as he tossed her over his shoulder and moved at a blinding speed into the house. Unaccustomed to moving at such dizzying speeds, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was lying against a stack of fluffy pillows in the center of a huge bed. Somewhere along the way he’d divested her of her clothing, and, feeling slightly uncomfortable with her nudity, she pulled her knees up to her chest and watched as he swiftly shed the remainder of his clothing. The man had a rock-star body. Broad shoulders, eight-pack abs, muscled thighs, and a predatory way of moving that kicked her libido from zero to ten in the space of a heartbeat. But despite her desire for him, she gasped when without uttering a word, he placed his hands on her bent knees and pushed them wide apart. Embarrassed at being so exposed, she attempted to close her legs, and his head snapped up, his eyes locking with hers. He snarled at her, a flash of sharp white teeth in a face no longer human. He looked more than a little scary, and something of what she was feeling must have shown in her face, because he took a deep, steadying breath and his face shifted back to normal.
“Don’t be afraid of me, baby. I would never hurt you. But never try to hide yourself from me. I know your feelings about me are conflicted, but this pussy is mine. And until you recognize and accept what’s between us, I’m going to live in it.” There was steel in his voice and his eyes glowed with a possessive fierceness and…something more. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
She pulled her knees together, and this time he allowed it, but the look on his face said he was far from pleased. “I’m not trying to back out or anything, but…” Her voice trailed off as she looked away from him, hoping he would understand despite her inability to put what she was feeling into words.
He leaned forward and with the tip of his finger gently turned her face until she met his gaze. “I know I’m rushing things, but Mother Nature has me by the balls. I’ll try to slow things down, but I won’t lie to you. I need you badly, in every way that a man can need a woman.”
She stared at him for a long moment, comforted by what she read in his eyes. She’d known him such a short time, but deep down inside where it mattered, she knew she could trust him. Pushing the last of her reservations aside, she reached for him, but froze when her eyes dropped to his lap. Her mouth dropped open, forming a perfect O, and she leaned slightly forward, as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.
He winked at her, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Close your mouth ,baby, or I might be tempted to put something in it again.”
“What the hell is wrong with your penis?” she sputtered, genuinely alarmed. “It looks like it’s grown a knot on the end.” He tried to take her into his arms, but she slapped his hands away. “Don’t co
me any closer. You might put my eye out with that thing.”
He laughed, the sound coming from deep within his throat, and despite her concerns, she smiled at the joy she heard in his voice. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. Usually the mating knot doesn’t appear until a Wulfren has planted his seed in his mate, but my wolf is getting a little ahead of himself.”
“Your wolf is a sentient being? Of course, it is. You Wulfren are strange, even for Others. And why do you keep calling me your mate? Not that it—”
He pulled her against him, ending her questions with a quick but thorough kiss. “So many questions and all of them coming at the wrong time.” He settled his body against her. “It’s a barb, baby. It won’t hurt you, and it’s just Mother Nature’s way of making sure that once I’m buried deep inside you, you can’t get away from me. As for the mate thing, it’s sometimes better to show than tell.” He kissed her deeply, giving no quarter, and when he finally pulled back, she gripped the sides of his head and tugged, wanting more.
He smiled, a look of male satisfaction lighting his eyes. “That’s more like it, baby. For a moment, you looked uncertain and that’s not what I want to see when I look in your eyes.” His hands slid up her body to cup both her breasts in his hands, the pads of his thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples. She closed her eyes and arched against his hands, giving in to the pleasure spiraling through her body.
“Little brown berries up here.” He ran the tip of his tongue over a distended chocolate nipple. “And a hot little pussy down here.” His fingers moved lightly over the nub nestled at the junction of her thighs. “Heaven above and below.”
She pretty much agreed with him because the things he made her feel were definitely not of this world. Not that she had much experience to speak of, but then, for some reason, she’d never felt more than a mild interest in any of the men she’d dated. They all wanted more, but their touch left her cold. Now she knew why. Her mind, her body, and her magic had been waiting for this man.
“Deal or no deal,” he groaned, shifting her beneath him. “This was going to happen. You might not understand why you feel the way you do about me, but you know there’s no turning back.”
There was a truth to his words that she couldn’t deny. She had known this would happen. Just as she knew that no matter what happened in the future, she would never regret the time she’d spent with him.
He planted a soft kiss on her lips, and then leaned his head against her forehead. “I promised to go slow, but I need you so badly I’m afraid—”
She placed a finger against his lips. “Stop talking. I may not have much experience but I know what goes where. And right now all that matters is that you do something about this burn you’ve ignited inside me.
A devilish gleam lit his eyes, and a purely masculine smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “What the lady wants, the lady gets.” He worked himself slowly into her tight pussy sheath, his eyes never leaving hers as he told her with his body what he hadn’t put into words. He was being so careful not to hurt her that it nearly brought tears to her eyes. But she needed him inside her, and with a flex of her hips, she encouraged him to go deeper. He snarled at her, and clapped a big hand on her hip to keep her in place as he continued his shallow thrusts.
“We don’t have all day, wolf man,” she quipped, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. “And I’m not made of glass.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned, continuing to push slowly into her. “So be a good girl and let me handle this.”
She rolled her eyes at him but didn’t argue back. Instead, she dug her heels into the mattress and thrust upward. The head of his shaft brushed against the thin barrier proclaiming her innocence, and he stilled, the muscles of his body bulging with the effort it took for him to remain immobile.
“Bad girl, you should have told me you were that innocent.” He pulled back slightly. “I can’t promise there will be no pain, but it will be over quickly, and then there will be only pleasure.”
He didn’t wait for a response, but gripped her hips and thrust deeply, lodging himself to the hilt.
She gasped, her body stiffening with pain, but it was soon forgotten when he began to move, thrusting and retreating with a snap of his hips that drove her insane with need. Needing more of him, she lifted her legs to take him deeper into her body, and he raised his head to meet her gaze.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered through clenched teeth. “Show me what you need and I’ll move heaven and earth to give it to you.”
She responded by digging her heels into his taut buttocks and he obliged her by shifting the angle of his thrust, repeatedly rubbing his engorged shaft against the sensitive spot at the center of her folds. She cried out, no longer able to contain the emotions burning inside her, and he picked up the pace, pistoling in and out of her with enough force to cause the bed to bounce with each thrust. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and hung on, meeting each of his thrusts with a demanding thrust of her own. Every emotion, every thought, every need, was centered at the junction of their bodies. And when at last her body rippled once, twice, and squeezed him with enough force to send his hot seed jettisoning into her body, she almost lost consciousness. She heard him roar, was aware that he continued to pour his essence into her even as he wrapped his arms around her and rolled her atop him, but it barely registered in her mind. She was complete for the first time in her life, and she never wanted to let him go.
Several long seconds later, she opened her eyes to find him watching her, his midnight eyes filled with male satisfaction. She turned her face from his, not knowing what to say after her uninhibited response to him, and he grasped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze.
“Don’t,” he said softly. “There’s no shame in what we shared.”
“I’m not ashamed, but the things you make me feel…” Her voice wavered, but she forced the words around the lump in her throat. “Lucas, what are we going to do? My brother—”
He silenced her with a quick kiss. “Shush, go to sleep. I’m trying to be a gentleman and give you a few minutes of rest before I start in on you again.”
Despite the immediate jump in her pulse that his words caused, she shot him a wide-eyed look of disbelief. “I think I’m going to need more than a few minutes before I can do that again. You melted every bone in my body.”
“Oh you’ll do it again, several times over before the night is ended.” He slid a hand over her breast, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth when she inhaled sharply. “From now on you’ll crave my touch, just as I’ll crave yours.”
She frowned. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? And now that I think on it, you never explained the mate thing. You can’t just toss words like that around without an explanation.”
She shrieked when he suddenly grabbed her by the waist, and forced her to straddle him. “I tried to be a gentleman, but if you’ve got enough energy to carry on a conversation, then you have enough energy for other things.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but when he inserted a hand between her legs and slowly began to stroke her moist folds, she decided he was right.
Chapter Eight
Lucas woke to the sound of his second-in-command’s voice ringing in his head. His people needed him.
He eased away from his sleeping mate, then, unable to resist, leaned over to brush his lips against hers. He smiled when she mumbled something under her breath and turned away from him. Even in her sleep she resisted him, but that didn’t bother him in the least. His little witch held a rare passion both in and out of bed. He’d put up with her sassy mouth and bossy ways because underneath it all was one hell of a woman.
The pack call slammed into this brain again, this time with the force of a jackhammer, and he lifted his head to scent the air. Vic waited for him outside and that could mean only one thing. The pack had been threatened. He dressed quickly, and with a last lingering look at his sleeping mate, slipped quietly from the
room.
* * * *
“This had better be good,” Lucas said, walking up to Vic. “I thought I made it clear I didn’t want to be disturbed.”
“A human female, barely twelve years of age, has been attacked by a supernatural. The bastard slipped into her bedroom last night, sexually assaulted her and left her for dead. Judging by the bite marks, it was a snake shifter, but our healers have never seen anything like the poison he injected into her. As far as they can tell, the asshole has a cocktail of the world’s deadliest venoms in his system. He could be a freak of nature, or a practitioner of dark magic, but one thing is for sure, he’s one sick son of a bitch.”
Lucas clamped down on the rage pouring into him. The humans who lived on the island weren’t pack, but they were family. Most had lived on the island for generations, willingly keeping the secrets of the supernatural’s who lived among them and often mingling their blood through marriage. Any supernatural that attacked a human under pack protection did so at great risk. The pack protected its people, and usually with a savagery that ensured such occurrences was rare.
“Will she survive?”
“Our healers seem to think she has a chance if you give her some of your blood. Your bloodline is the strongest, and they’ve asked that you come without delay. Her family’s cabin isn’t far from here, but I thought it best you not travel alone. This could be a trap.”
“God I hope so,” Lucas whispered fervently, his body already shifting to Wulfren. “I’d love to get my hands on the bastard who did it.” He felt Vic begin the change, but he didn’t bother to look at his friend as he sped with preternatural speed through the forest. Instead, he reached out to his mate, hoping the bond between them had formed sufficiently for him to contact her.
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