by Lily Harlem
“Sounds like you’ve had a rough time.” He slipped his hands around her waist and settled them in the small of her back. He pulled her so their bodies touched.
She placed her hands on his chest, absorbed the heat and the hardness of his torso beneath the material of his T-shirt.
“And, for the record,” he said quietly, “the guy must have been crazy to have lost you. You’re special.”
“You think?”
“Yes. You’re brave and kind and…”
“What?”
He lowered his head, his lips only a whisper from hers. “And you do deserve some fun.”
“What kind of fun?” She stared into his eyes.
“You tell me.” He ran his hands to her ass and squeezed gently.
“Sexy fun?” she suggested, wondering if she was pushing too far. But hell, the guy was groping her butt…
“If that’s what you want.”
“Yes.” She went up on tiptoes so their mouths met, and pressed her lips to his.
Instantly he took control of the kiss, sweeping his tongue against hers. He released a small moan and dragged her closer.
His beardy stubble tickled her chin, and the heat of his body blasted onto hers.
She reached up and circled her hands around the back of his neck, squeezing nearer. Damn, the guy was big and he tasted divine. A little of the red wine he’d sipped but also of something sexy and rich.
He cupped her buttocks and, in one swift movement, hoisted her upward so she was at face level with him.
She broke the kiss and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“You sure about this?” he asked, studying her intently. “I’m not good at stopping once I get started.”
“Yes.” Oh God, the passion in his eyes, his need for her, it was clear to see. “And I won’t want you to stop.”
He kissed her again, walking as he did so.
Next thing she knew they were in the bedroom.
She threaded her fingers through his thick hair, enjoying the feel of it on her skin.
He pulled back, breathing hard though the expression in his eyes was soft. “I need you naked.”
“That can be arranged.”
He grinned and set her down.
Quickly, she toed off her flat shoes then pulled her sweater over her head. She undid her jeans and pushed them down her legs, her skin seemingly extra pale in the dim light.
Seth stood stock still, heating her with his gaze.
Megan decided to leave her underwear on. He could remove that, with his teeth if he wanted to.
“Lord, give me strength,” he muttered, reaching to turn on the wide-based lamp by the bed.
“Strength for what?” she asked, tipping her head.
“To not completely lose control.”
“What if I want you to?”
“You don’t.” He chuckled. “Trust me on that one.”
“Well, not much is going to happen with you still wearing all those clothes.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He gripped his T-shirt between his shoulder blades and dragged it over his head, messing his hair further.
For a moment Megan held her breath, admiring his wide, hair-coated chest and the dips and rises of his perfect six-pack.
“Get on the bed,” he said, popping open the buttons on his jeans.
She did as he’d asked, not taking her eyes from him as he pushed the last of his clothes off, including his black boxers.
His cock was definitely in proportion with the rest of him, and rose up from a thick patch of black pubic hair.
A tremble went through her. Colin hadn’t been particularly blessed in the appendage-department, despite thinking he was this century’s Casanova. Would she be able to accommodate Seth?
“Don’t worry, baby,” he said as if reading her thoughts. “We’ll take it slow.”
She nodded as he crawled onto the bed next to her.
“I like this,” he said, running his finger over the rise of her breasts, where the lace from her pretty white bra touched her skin. “But it will have to go.”
He ran his hand to the center of her back and unclipped the hook.
The bra slackened around her chest, her breasts becoming heavier now they were unsupported.
“Lie down,” he said quietly as he set her bra aside. “I’m going to make you forget everything. You’ll only think of me and pleasure.”
She liked the sound of that, a lot. Megan rested back, the sheets and pillows cool and stiff, and her pendant falling to the side.
He cupped the underneath of her breasts. The calluses on his hands were a little rough, but that added to the sensation, and her nipples tightened.
Warm heat spread up her cleavage. He was peppering kisses there as he massaged her flesh and swept his thumbs over her nipples.
She sighed and closed her eyes, allowed her body to melt into the bed.
“That’s it, just relax. No rush,” he murmured.
She whimpered as he took her left nipple into his mouth. His tongue was so hot and firm. He pinched her other nipple, drawing it almost to pain. She liked it, a lot, the stimulation going straight to her pussy, dampening her knickers.
“Mmm, Seth,” she said, running her hands over his broad, strong shoulders. His skin was smooth and stretched over pure muscle and raw power.
He switched to the other breast, treating that nipple to the same luscious licks and nibbles.
Arousal tugged at her belly—the feel of him resting over her, adoring her, it was making her greedy for more. It had been so long since she’d had a hot man in her bed and Seth, well, he was hotter than most.
“Please,” she said, wriggling.
He looked up at her. “Please, what?”
“Please, I…need you.”
He gave her a smile and, if he hadn’t been so damn handsome, it would have almost been smug, but she forgave him.
“I want you, too.” He sat and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her knickers. “Lift.”
She raised her hips, and he drew them down her legs, tossing them to the floor.
Again he bit on his lip as he brushed his fingers through her fiery shock of pubic hair.
She hoped he wouldn’t make a brash comment about her being a true red-head, the way Colin used to, not just when they were alone but out with friends.
“So pretty,” he murmured and set a kiss on her mound. “So damn pretty.”
She grabbed two bunches of sheet and held them tight as he parted her thighs and settled between her legs.
He breathed deep, as though inhaling her scent.
She had the sudden urge to shut her legs, tried to, but he held her firm.
“No,” he said. “Enjoy.”
“Oh, God.” She dropped her head back and stared up at the sagging canopy. How many other women, over the years, had laid here like this, looking at the material?
He swept the tip of his tongue over her clit.
She drew in a sharp intake of breath. She was so turned on, so sensitive.
He repeated that action, taking his time, exploring her folds.
She moaned and arched her back. She needed more.
A dense filling sensation had her gasping as he pushed a couple of his big fingers into her pussy. She clenched her internal muscles around them. Her breath trembled from her lungs and her belly tensed.
He was working her, easing her tightness, all the while building up the pressure in her clit.
She panted and twisted, knowing the climb to orgasm had started. If only he kept on…
“Oh yes…” she whispered, clutching his hair again. “Like that.”
He pumped his fingers in and out of her, smoothing over her G-spot and creating a delicious sensation.
She drew up her knees and draped her legs over his shoulders, her heels against his back. Thrust her pelvis upward, wanting more, feeling so greedy.
“Oh, God, Seth, I’m going to…”
He lifted up, withdrawing th
e pressure on her clit.
“No…no…” she gasped, her legs falling from his back. Her skin tingled. She’d been so close, her nerves getting ready to spasm in bliss.
“I want to feel you come around my cock,” he said, staring down at her. He still had his fingers lodged high.
She squirmed against them. “Please, anything…I was just about to. I need…”
“You need me?” He raised his eyebrows and a smiled tugged at his lips.
“Yes, goddamn it. I need you. Fuck me.” She clenched her fist and banged his shoulder. “Now.” She was going out of her mind with need. What the hell was he playing at?
He chuckled and withdrew from her pussy. “Yes, miss.” He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips.
His cockhead was at her entrance. She squirmed trying to seat herself on it, but he held himself above her and a little out of reach.
She moaned and gripped his biceps, her hands only spanning halfway around them.
“Relax,” he murmured. “Let me in.”
She was in no position to relax. She was a coiled spring awaiting release.
He pushed in, his width stretching her tender flesh.
Oh fuck.
She screwed up her eyes, hoped to hell she’d be able to take him.
“Damn it, you feel good,” he said, his muscles quivering.
“More.”
“We need to take it slow.”
“Fuck slow.” She reached up and gripped the first thing she found. His ear. “Take me, now.” She yanked and bucked upward, her pussy swallowing more of his cock.
“Ahh, fucking hell,” he cried, ramming in, deep and fast. His control had apparently taken a hike. “Mary Mother of Jesus, you asked for that.”
Megan held her breath. She’d never been so stuffed full of dick. His balls pressed up against her ass and his shaft had filled her widthways and lengthways. It felt amazing, like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was as if they were one being.
“Breathe,” he said, scooping one arm beneath her shoulders, and holding her firm. “Breathe, baby.”
She did, stuttering out a breath only to snag it back in. She released his ear.
“Are you handling it?” he asked, keeping perfectly still.
“Yes, yes.” She nodded then found his mouth again and kissed him.
He began to rock, driving his body up against her clit.
The weight of him over her, the feel of his chest hair scratching her nipples, and the way he’d clamped her to him drove her crazy. Soon her orgasm was back, begging for release.
She hung onto him, the rest of the world, the Universe, fading away. He was all she could think of, all she could feel, he was everything to her in that moment.
“It’s here,” she gasped as she reached the point of no return. The pressure was too great, about to overspill. She hung onto the edge of bliss for a wondrous few seconds then toppled into ecstasy.
Her pussy spasmed, white-hot darts of pleasure peeled over her skin. She curled her toes, dug her fingers into his flesh.
“Ah, fuck, baby…” He raised his head, and stared toward the canopy covering the bed. His neck tendons were stretched, his Adam’s apple prominent.
He gave one last deep thrust accompanied by a yowl of ecstasy.
Megan stared up at him and panted through the delicious contractions in her clit and pussy. She’d never seen a man so at ease with showing his delight in her, in his orgasm. Seth was the real deal, hot, handsome, testosterone-charged.
Had he ruined her for all other men? This wild Irish man who’d vowed to protect her from evil? Die for her if necessary.
She clasped his cheeks, urged him to look at her.
“That was…” she said, breathlessly, “amazing.”
His lips were parted, his eyes wide. “I’d go…along with that.” He dropped down, only just keeping his weight aloft, and buried his face in her neck.
She wriggled slightly, enjoying the feel of his still hard cock and the way his beard tickled.
Knock. Knock.
“Fuck.” He lifted up, alarm crossing over his features.
“Would a vampire knock?” Megan asked.
Chapter Six
“I guess not,” Seth said. “Vampires are not known for announcing their presence in situations like this.” He pulled back, his damp cock slipping from her. “Go into the bathroom, it’s just there.” He quickly moved from the bed and pulled on his jeans. “Lock the door and only open it if I tell you to. Me, and me alone.”
She nodded, then scooted to the opposite side of the bed. There was a door next to the dresser. She guessed that must be the bathroom.
Naked, she stepped inside and twisted the lock to block herself in.
Like the rest of the apartment, the bathroom was lavish and decadent. The tub stood on gold feet with claws, and a double sink had what appeared to be an antique mirror behind it. The floor was cool, marble she thought, and the tiles a pale silvery gray. To the right was a huge shower cubicle with a glass enclosure and was easily big enough for several occupants.
She spotted two black velvet robes and, after using the toilet, pulled one on. Her skin was tingling still, perspiration sitting in her cleavage.
Fastening the belt at her waist, she went back to the door, and put her ear to the crack in the jamb, hoping to hear what was happening.
She hoped to hell it wasn’t Bennington. That he hadn’t somehow managed to break through the defenses around her, given the wolves the slip and made it into the apartment.
Low murmuring voices crept toward her. Seth was speaking.
Her heart rate settled: he didn’t appear overly stressed. She hoped that meant the visitor was a welcome one, even if the call hadn’t been at the perfect moment.
She went to the mirror and peered at her reflection. Her pupils were wide and her hair tousled.
After running her hands under the tap, she smoothed the strands on her crown, reducing the frizz. She then wiped at the mascara that had seeped a little beneath her eyes.
She smiled, a big wide grin she hadn’t seen herself wear for a while. Was it Seth? Was it him who’d made her feel lighter, brighter, despite the danger her life was in? Of course it was. He was hot and handsome and damn the guy knew how to pleasure a woman. And his gorgeous big cock, wow, she’d like to get acquainted with that again—soon.
“Megan.”
She turned to the door. “Yes?”
“It’s me, it’s fine to come out.” Seth paused. “Come and meet Abraham.”
Abraham? Wasn’t Abraham a wolf? The one who’d been running in the shadows by the wall earlier?
She held the lock, suddenly feeling unsure about coming face to face with another wolf. Nia had been big enough and she was pretty sure Abraham would be bigger.
“Megan, it’s okay. I promise.” Seth’s deep, strong voice came through the wood. “Come out.”
“Okay.” She pulled in a deep breath and turned the lock. She opened it a fraction.
“That’s it,” he said.
She peered through the gap and saw his face. He appeared concerned.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” she asked.
He nodded. “Of course. Abraham won’t hurt you. He’s here to protect you. And he’s one of the best there is.” He pushed the bathroom door so it opened fully. “Come here.” He held out his hand.
Megan took it, his warmth infusing confidence in her. If Seth said it was okay then it was. She managed a small smile.
“Atta girl,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head. “Stay brave, you’re doing grand.”
“Thank you.”
He smiled then urged her to follow him from the bedroom.
They stepped into the living room and she paused.
The wolf she’d been expecting wasn’t there. Instead a gray-haired man, in his sixties or even older, sat on the sofa nearest the fire.
As soon as he saw her he stood. “Hello, my dear. I’m Abraham and you m
ust be Megan.”
She bit on her bottom lip, then said, “Yes. Hi.” So Abraham was a man and a wolf. Her thoughts about shifters hadn’t been off kilter at all. That was exactly what was going on.
And Seth?
Abraham smiled kindly and walked up to her. He was tall, wide shouldered too. He obviously still worked out. “I hope your stay at Powerscourt has been comfortable so far.”
“Er, yes, thanks.”
“Do you have everything you need?”
Megan couldn’t help a glance at Seth.
He returned the look with his eyebrows raised. A sparkle of humor glistened from his eyes.
“Yes. I have, thank you.” Emily smiled and returned her attention to Abraham. “And thank you for all that you’re doing for me. I really don’t know how I’d be coping without Seth’s help, and Nia’s and…”
“You’re more than welcome. It’s our duty to protect the innocent and hunt down the devil’s spawns who stray onto our homeland.”
“And do you…I mean, where is…? Is Bennington here? Have you heard from him? Seen him?”
“No, nothing as yet.” He glanced at Seth. “But it’s only a matter of time.”
A shudder went through her. “Really?”
“Yes, but you mustn’t concern yourself. You’re safe in here. We have the er…manpower to cope with the situation. We’re ready for him.”
“So he knows, that I’m here?”
“He’ll know.” Abraham blew out a breath. “Your scent and your psychic waves will be strong to him. He’s craving your taste, your blood, your soul. What he wants to do, more than anything else, is sink his fangs into your neck and drain your—”
“Abraham,” Seth said, putting his arm around Megan and pulling her to his warm bare chest. “I think Megan knowing she’s protected is the important detail.”
“Er, yes, you’re quite right…sorry.” Abraham nodded. “And really I should get going. The twins arrived a couple of hours ago. I’ve debriefed them but we need to sweep through the forest to the east and make sure there’s no infringement now that it’s dark.”
“Good. I’m glad they’re here now,” Seth said. “That makes a full pack.”
Abraham placed his palm on Megan’s cheek. “Your beauty is truly breath-taking.”
