by Deloris Nash
She came back to the present when soft fingers grazed her arm. She gave him a lopsided smile as she dug into her food.
Bella took in the features of the house as she chewed her food. The furniture and curtains were highlighted by cobalt, sapphire, and indigo blues. The rooms were open so that they flowed into each other. The only separation was the island that went to the kitchen. She suppressed her giggles when she thought about how Killian picked her up, sheets and all, to carry her down so he could feed her. He was so sweet and gentle with her. Bella finished eating and set the dish on the table.
Her gaze returned to him. Her parents would have loved him. He was everything they ever wanted in a mate for her. Her eyes closed as she said a prayer to them. “You were right, the goddess sent me the one I was destined for. Rest in peace.”
Chapter Twenty
Smiling, Killian breathed in the fresh scent of her. She smelled like woman. There was no greater smell in the world, he decided, no scent more arousing than his Bella. His cock swelled against the zipper of his jeans. He pulled her onto his lap when she put the plate on the table. Her breathing became low and light, and he knew she felt his cock poking her buttocks. Killian moved his hand to her neck and caressed her cheek with his thumb.
He removed the sheet from around her body, his gaze not moving from hers even when he stepped out his jeans. Killian lowered her to the couch and spread her thighs slowly.
Thank the Goddess for big couches, he thought.
He stared at the light pink and cream of her flesh at the junction of her sex. He had never seen anything as arousing as the silken lips of her pussy parted for him.
He stretched out between her open thighs and slid his fingers over the thick layer of juices gathered there. He licked his fingers and lowered his head. She shuddered. A moan escaped her lips as he swiped his tongue through the shining cream that lay heavy on her swollen cunt. He licked and lapped, circled her little clit, and sucked at it strongly as her cries began to rise in volume. Her hips twisted, writhing against the pleasure. Soon his cock tightened in need as he heard her cry out his name.
He moved lower and plunged his tongue into the velvet recess of her pussy as her cries intensified. Her knees were bent now, thighs spread wide, her hands on his head as she held him to her. Her hips surged, pressing her pussy against his devouring mouth as she fought for her orgasm. He gave her pussy one last lick as he moved up her body. She moaned in protest.
“Not yet. I want to be inside you when you come.”
She moved her hands to his shoulders, sliding her palms over the flexing muscles there, and his lips opened. He drew one harden nipple into the heat of his mouth. His teeth rasped over her swollen nipple, his tongue licked, his mouth suckled. Sensation after sensation crashed into her womb, convulsing her stomach as she fought for control. She could feel her pussy grow wetter, her clit swelling hard and tight.
“You taste so sweet,” he growled as he moved to her other breast. He repeated the action there, growling as his beast wanted to be set free to claim his mate again.
Killian’s eyes glowed with his desire and hunger. His beast needed to be satisfied. He would not be able to hold off much longer. He lifted her legs, spreading them wide and sliding his hand up the inside of her thigh as he cupped her pussy, moving his fingers up the narrow slit and coating his finger yet again with her juices.
“Are you ready for me?” He started to ease his tense member into her. “Goddess, you are so tight.” Killian had never felt anything as good as what he was feeling as he sank deep into her heat.
“Don’t stop.” A strangled moan echoed from her as she lifted to him as his cock started to impale her.
Bella writhed against him in desperation. She screamed, her clit swelling further as he lunged inside her. She lost her breath as her clit exploded, and her pussy began to ripple around his cock. She felt the thick head nudging against her and the hard jets of his semen beginning to pulse inside her.
“Ah, Bella,” he groaned as his body collapsed against her, holding her as he spilled semen into her convulsing womb. Afterward, Killian rolled over to the side, his back hitting the back of the couch so as to not crush her with his weight.
She sighed and rolled over to follow him. She reached out and gently scraped her fingers down his chest. He pulled her closer, caressing her hip. Killian traced the outline of her birthmark. He traced the pattern again. Shock raced through him, and he rose to stare at the symbol. “You have the mark of Isis.”
“I know. I was born with it instead of the shifter mark.”
“It’s the symbol of Isis.”
Bella tried to turn over, but his hand was on the center of her back, making it difficult for her to turn. “What are you talking about?”
“Your birthmark is a symbol of Isis. She was the Hittites’ goddess. After their civilization disappeared, the Egyptians started to worship their deities.”
A frown appeared on her face as he talked.
“I never heard of Hittites, but I know Isis is known as the Goddess to our people.”
His touches made her feel weak all over. He caressed her cheek as he started talking again. “The Hittites believed in rebirth of the soul. Isis was known as the goddess of rebirth. Unlike the other goddesses, it is said she educated her people. One day Isis was returning from the village, and she went into the forest to find Sentra, her panther companion. She found Sentra sitting next to Malik, the nephew of her temple high priestess, his blood pooled under him. To save Malik, she replaced his blood with the blood of the panther. She knew Sentra’s blood would be powerful enough to restore him.”
Killian brushed his thumb over her lips.
“I heard the story from our elders. He was the first of our kind,” she said as she took his thumb between her teeth and sucked.
A shock wave of lust shot through him. His beasts, although sated from the mating, started to respond to the lust. Killian removed his thumb from her mouth. He moved his hand to her hip to retrace the symbol.
A shiver ran through her. He continued the path up her side and until his thumb reached the side of her breast. She rolled to her back as his tongue replaced his finger on her nipple. He circled it with his tongue before he closed his mouth over the bud. A wave of desire went through her. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention from his mouth before moving down her body. He lowered his shoulders, placing one of her thighs on each shoulder, head bent to taste her desire.
The first slow lick between the full, swollen lips of her pussy had Bella stiffening in fierce pleasure. Flames of throbbing sensation ripped through her body, her hips lurching involuntarily.
“Killian.” She moaned his name as she ran her fingers through his hair, impatient for a firmer touch.
He made a slow, delicious journey around her clit with his tongue. He licked and prodded at the throbbing nub, curling against it with light, wet caresses as he had her straining against him, clamping her fingers in his hair, her body aflame with the needs rising through her. He sank one broad finger into her grasping pussy.
He worked the digit in slowly, smoothing past the quivering tissue and coating his finger with her juices. He licked her clit with hard, heated strokes. He replaced his fingers with his tongue. He groaned, determined to suck every drop of juice from the channel.
Bella was breathing hard, her gaze flickering to his straining erection, the purpled head aroused and glistening with his precum. He lifted her knees, holding her as he spread her farther.
“Sweet Isis!” he murmured, his hips jerking, raking the tip of his cock against the swollen folds of her pussy.
She watched him. Her gaze lowered, her eyes widening at the sight of his cock settling inside her flesh. She felt the soft spurt of his precum. She moaned at the warmth of it flowing into her, mixing with her own wetness, making her hotter.
She could feel her muscles relaxing around the hard, steel member working inside her pussy, stretching her, throb
bing with scorching demand as he pressed into her. The alternating jets of his fluid were sexually arousing.
“I can smell your heat,” he whispered.
Her breathing was rough. She fought to drag in air.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” He slowly removed his cock from her as she cried out in protest before easing back into her pussy. “Are you ready to take me?”
“Yes.” Bella could feel her juices flowing from her cunt, coating his shaft as he began to sink farther inside her. A strangled moan resonated from her as she watched the plump lower lips spread around the hard flesh, impaling her. It was erotic, watching him enter her, his cock moving in and out of her.
Inch by slow inch, he invaded the tight channel, working his engorged cock back and forth, hard growls of hunger issuing from his throat as his cock continued to pulse its hot warmth into her pussy.
She had never dreamed of being taken in such a manner, being possessed, as she watched the penetration into her hot pussy.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?” he whispered as she convulsed, on the edge of orgasm, shuddering with the growing heat coiling in her belly.
“Yes,” she panted, never taking her eyes from the sight.
He was spearing into her, filling the clenching depths of her pussy with every hard, blistering inch of his enlarged cock.
She was filled with him. She could feel her muscles straining around his thick shaft, at first protesting, then greedily milking at his erection. Perspiration gleamed along his body, small rivulets sliding from his shoulders.
“Now,” she whispered.
He was drawing out, the engorged flesh dripping with their combined juices, before pushing back in a surging thrust of desperate hunger.
“I’m going to come.” She was arching closer to him, driving him deeper inside her with each hard stroke he gave her. She worked her pussy on the thick pole penetrating it. He groaned and picked up the pace of his fierce thrusts. He was fast and hard now, the sound of sucking flesh and desperate moans filling the room as Bella felt her orgasm tightening her body.
Bella writhed against him in desperation. She thrust back into the powerful strokes. Her cries rose and ripped involuntarily from her throat as she felt the fragile threads of her control snap.
She lost her breath, lost her sanity. Her pussy began to ripple around the hard, swelling in his cock. She felt the thick head nudging against her cervix. Screams escaped her as she began to twist, to convulse, her hips jerking against him, driving him harder and deeper against her as another explosion ravaged her body. She arched in his arms as her body tightened to a near breaking point, hearing his agonized groan, the flexing of his muscles, hard hands gripped her hips to hold her to him as his release tore through him.
Chapter Twenty-One
They came out of the wooded area behind the house, some already in their animal form. The cottage was silent. No lights appeared to be on. Dane in his human form walked to the back door. He stopped. He could smell a male and female inside the house. There was another faint scent as he moved closer—he realized the male and female scents were combined. A noise like a snarl came from his throat at the thought that another male with her. He had decided to make her his, to take her with him out of the country. He would kill the male who had dared to touch her. Dane would also have to punish her for letting another touch what was his.
He stood by the steps that led to the back door. He signaled three of his men to enter.
“Do not kill the male. Bring the male to me. He is mine to kill. Do not touch my female. I will get her and kill the male in front of her. She will know not to allow any other male to touch her, only me.”
He motioned for them to proceed. His other men were in tiger form, prepared to battle any of the pride males who would come to their aid.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Killian raised his head from the pillow and looked around the darkened room. He glanced at the red numbers of the clock on the nightstand. Bella was snuggled against his side, one of her legs in between his. He hugged her closer and leaned his head back against the pillow. He had no idea what had woken him up. Then he heard it—a quiet screech.
Footsteps.
He slid out the bed as quietly as he could. He walked to the door—it was opened halfway—stopped and listened. Someone was downstairs. He slipped through the opening. He would make whoever was in the house regret his decision to break in. Killian pressed his lips together so that the growl inside him could not be heard. He heard the rustle of sheets. He looked over his shoulder through the open door to see Bella sitting up in the bed. Killian silently retraced his steps to the bed. He raised a finger to his lips.
“Someone is downstairs,” he mouthed.
Eyes wide, Bella nodded in understanding.
“Don’t make a sound,” he mouthed again.
Bella’s lips tightly sealed her mouth. He motioned for her to get up and move close to him. When she was beside him, he lifted her up against and moved them into the bathroom. By now his senses were on full alert. “I smell them inside the house. They are in their human form.” He kept his voice low so that only she would hear him. “Here, take this and text Adam that you have intruders in your house and there are some outside.” He handed his phone to her. He had snagged it from the nightstand and sent a quick alert to Julien. “I want you to sit on the floor in the corner and be very quiet. I sent an alert to Julien. You stay here until I say it is safe for you to come down. Do you understand me?”
She nodded in response.
He eased her down his body. She brushed her hands against his chest before she laid them on his arms. She was naked, so he snagged one of the towels from the rack and wrapped it around her. Killian’s hands went to the back of her head. He lightly massaged her scalp with his fingers before he gently pushed on her shoulders, urging her to get down. She lowered and leaned against the walls. He released her as he moved away.
Killian made his way to the open door. He slipped through the entrance, soundlessly moving to the top of the stairs. He could hear the males inside the house as they made their way farther inside. He went on silent footsteps downstairs. He melted into the shadows, making his way behind the males as they continued through the house. Killian came out the shadows from behind them, his nostrils flared as he looked at the males who dared to enter their home.
“Who the hell are you?” Killian roared at the males.
They jumped around to face him, and parts of their body shifted. Killian snarled through clenched teeth as he stalked toward them. The one with dark hair came at him, his claws raised as the other two spread out to be on both sides of him. Killian was faster than the one facing him. His hands, already turned into claws, ripped across the dark one’s belly, opening it up. His intestines spilled out before he fell at Killian’s feet. The two on both sides of him had blond hair, but the one to his right was smaller with a scar on the side of his face.
They hurled themselves toward him at the same time. He raked his lethal claws over the eyes of the one to his left, gouging them. He shrieked in pain and staggered backward, blood pouring over his face. Killian stalked over to the bloodied blond, wanting to finish him off, but the other one with the scar leapt toward him. Scar’s claws dug into his side. Killian twisted and swiped his claws across his face with enough force to rip off skin. Scar stumbled away from him and back into the small table behind him and flipped over it. Killian turned, bent down, and tore out the throat of the one whose eyes he had gouged out.
Scar lay on the floor screeching, his shoulders bent into his body. As he moved toward the last one, the door flew open. It slammed against the wall and rebounded. Killian crouched down ready to attack. A growl of rage sprung from him.
“Killian!” he heard Julien shout from the doorway.
He stood, barring his teeth, sweat coating his body. He took several long deep breaths before he spoke. “Take care of this one.”
Two of the pride enforcers moved in front of J
ulien and entered. They clamped their hands around Scar’s arms, heaved him up, and dragged him outside.
Growls and roars were coming from the rear of the house. Killian’s attention was drawn to sounds. He walked to the back and stood in the open space, looking out the window. Julien came to stand beside him. He turned to his friend. Julien’s chest was bare except for the claw marks raked across his chest. He had clumps of blood and dirt clinging to his hair and on the side of his face. Grime and some fluids stained his jeans. His feet were bare but caked with mud. “There were more of them out in the yard. Adam and his pride captured them.”
“Hold them here until I come down. I need to take care of Bella. I left her in the bathroom.” He turned toward the stairs, not waiting for an answer.
Killian took the steps two at a time. The door was still half open. He could see Bella standing by the window looking down into the backyard. Bella sank slowly to her knees a loose hand still on the windowsill. Killian came into the room saying her name. He came beside her, sinking to his knees in front of her. His hand gently touched her hair.
“It’s okay. We got them,” he whispered and felt her shudder as she turned her head toward him. Tears ran down her face, and he wiped them away with his thumb.
He kissed her forehead. She mumbled something he could not understand even with his superior hearing. She took a deep breath before she tried to talk again.
“They came to take me back to my uncle.” The silent tears ran down her cheeks.
Killian pulled her close to him. “I don’t know what they intended to do, but I will find out.” The words came out more of a growl than actual words. He needed to calm down. His beasts battled against his control. They wanted to be released to rip the male’s heart out.
