When he only nodded, Raoul chuckled. “Vivienne is practically falling from you. Let me help you with her—”
Tightening his grip on the female in question, Conall growled from between clenched teeth, “Touch her and die.”
Raoul hadn’t moved. His smile only grew larger as he stretched and replied. “I, for one, will be glad to see you officially mated, Conall. You’ve turned into even more of a boar than you usually are.”
***
Vivienne awoke with a little moan. Blinking open her eyes, she bit at her lip, and tried to squeeze her legs together. She was hot, so hot, and then as her wits returned, she realized why.
She was lying atop Conall, who was caressing her jean-clad ass as she lay flush against his swollen sex. She shifted slightly, moaning once more as her nipples grazed against the material of her shirt, which was currently pressed against Conall’s hard chest. Vivienne wore no bra, as the clothing she’d been taken in had been unfit to wear. Astrid had given her jeans, a button-down long-sleeved shirt, and a warm jacket. She’d also given Cassie similar clothing.
Lifting her head, Vivienne stared into Conall’s eyes, and tightened her grip on him. He was looking at her in that way again, the way he did right before he devoured her with kisses and caresses that drove her wild. Her gaze lowered to his lips, and she licked her own.
He growled a warning, one she easily ignored. Instead, she pushed herself farther up his body, biting in her whimper as her hard nipples ran their way up his chest, until she was close enough that she could feel his breath against her lips.
Vivienne….
I missed you, Conall. She rocked her body against his slightly, biting her lip as her center rubbed over his length. My body missed you, too.
Big hands secured her waist and he held her steady. His breathing grew uneven as he stared at her lips, and she projected vivid thoughts of what she wanted him to do to her. It didn’t take long before his lips forced hers apart as his tongue sought entry. She gave it freely, moaning as his taste invaded her senses.
When she pulled back, his eyes were yellow, his canines had descended, and he felt even harder between her legs. Vivienne looked around briefly, noticing the wolves behind them appeared to be sleeping. She turned her head, remembering that Raoul and Cassandre were seated in front of them, and praying they, too, were sleeping. Cassie was dead to the world, her breathing even as she faced away from them. Raoul had his eyes closed, but an amused smirk was on his lips. He was awake.
Vivienne felt her cheeks heat a bit, but that did nothing to stamp down the feelings rushing her body. She continued looking around the cabin until her eyes landed on a place that would give them some privacy.
Jumping from Conall in a quick motion, she grinned and whispered into his mind, Follow me.
She turned and headed for the bathroom, praying it wasn’t one of those tiny compartments that would cramp them up. And even if it was, feeling as she did, she didn’t care.
It wasn’t. Vivienne barely had time to appreciate the spacious, clean interior of the bathroom before Conall dwarfed it with his presence, and pushed her back against the off-white wall. When his lips landed on hers, she whimpered and opened her mouth, pressing her tongue against his as she hooked a leg around him.
Conall pulled away briefly, and Vivienne arched a brow at him. When he began popping the buttons of her borrowed shirt, she understood. As he worked on her shirt, she unzipped her pants, pushing them as far down as they would go with him standing so close to her. He caught her hands in one of his and pushed them above her head. As she watched, he lowered a wicked looking claw to her new underwear, and made easy work of the thin fabric, sending it to the floor.
Licking her lips, Vivienne moaned. His claw lightly caressed her smooth belly before the paw pads disappeared completely, and his rough hand cupped her sex. She cried out, leaning her head back and trying to pry her hands from his. He didn’t budge. Instead, he simply rubbed his hand over her hot, aching slit.
Don’t tease me, Conall, she begged. I don’t want to be teased.
“What do you want, alainn?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
Vivienne squeeze her thighs together, hissing when his finger dragged slightly over her clit.
I want you inside of me. She moaned as his finger slipped into her tight opening, and worked her hips against it. I want your cock—not your finger.
She’d barely gotten out the last piece of her sentence before he slid his finger from her body and spun her spun around. As her cheek kissed the wall, she pushed her ass back, and waited.
Vivienne didn’t have to wait long. He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly, freeing his erection, before lining it up with her slick heat, and pushing home.
They both cried out, especially when his hands went under her belly to pull more of her onto his cock. With one hand under her belly and one against the wall, Conall began to move. His thrusts were quick and powerful, hard jabs that shook Vivienne to the core as her fingers gripped his hips and took them. She even spread her legs wider, wanting more.
“Yes. Oh yes. I missed you, Conall. Ah!”
He nuzzled her neck, and she turned her face slightly, groaning when he captured her lips.
“Don’t—ever—leave—me—again.” He punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips, and Vivienne found herself confused before understanding settled in. He was talking about the way she’d left to meet Cronin, which she recognized in hindsight was a stupid idea. She’d been terrified, and her judgment drastically clouded.
She nodded.
“No, not like that—”
“Ever, alainn,” Conall reiterated. He ran his tongue down the side of her neck and she shivered. She would have collapsed but for his hand holding her up. “I will know where you are, always.”
Even as she moaned in pleasure, Vivienne managed to gasp out, “You’re overreacting.”
He nipped at her neck, and she whined softly. His nip was followed by a soothing lick, before he pulled from her body and turned her to face him.
Without a word, he picked her up. Vivienne held his gaze as she wrapped her legs about him. He thrust into her. Moaning in pleasure as he growled, she wrapped her arms about his neck and focused on his handsome face. He was so beautiful, even with him looking feral from the exertion.
Don’t leave me again, alainn, Conall whispered directly into her mind. I went half mad when I couldn’t find you, Vivienne.
I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking clearly.
Don’t do it again.
I won’t. I promise.
He kissed her, and she returned it, moaning as his canines nipped at her lip. His lower body began to move once more, and Vivienne clung to him, holding on as he sent her over one peak, then another. Coming down from her second, she said breathlessly, “I love you.”
Conall held steady for long moments before he leaned forward and kissed her lightly. “I’ve loved you from the moment I first saw you.” He pushed his hips forward once more and she felt the swollen base of his sex push against her. He reared back again and thrust again, this time a bit harder. The base slipped inside her body, creating a feeling of close-to-bursting fullness. She welcomed it. “You are my other-half, alainn, the air I breathe. If anything were to happen to you, Vivienne….”
“Nothing will happen to me,” she replied confidently. “Love me, Conall.”
He did just that, pushing them both to the peak.
“Are we still going to do the mating ceremony on Sunday?” she asked softly, tightening her arms and legs about his body.
Conall chuckled at the anticipation and slight fear in her voice. “Barring a natural disaster, you will take me as your mate on Sunday.”
“I will take you?” Vivienne asked curiously. Reverting to her only knowledge of a similar ceremony—marriage—she queried, “Won’t you take me as well?”
The grin he passed her was nothing short of wicked. His brows lifted, and his lip curled up at one side. “Yes, and ye
s. Don’t worry, alainn. You will see firsthand.”
***
When Vivienne returned to Cedar Creek, she felt…accepted. She and Conall had been back for only a few hours before people began showing up. Zahira, Verity, and Latriel, she’d expected. The Elders had been her champions since her arrival. However, she had been surprised when some of the women who’d avoided her like the bubonic plague showed up with fruit-baskets, meats, baked goods—anything, really. Gifts. For her. When they first had arrived, she’d smiled and said she’d give it to Conall when he got back. The women been clear: it was for her, not their alpha.
Too shocked by this turn of events, she simply smiled and nodded as they each came and filed out. Some made small talk, others were quick about it. Zahira and Verity remained with her for most of the day. Both Elders seemed highly amused at her plight, but they were not as shocked as she. They explained it was because Vivienne had proved herself worthy of the title of alpha bitch by fighting and defeating Samia. Still confused, Zahira had grinned and explained that while Conall was alpha and responsible for the entire pack, the female who wore the title of alpha bitch was similarly responsible for the female pack members. She led and they followed. Vivienne was sure there were still things she did not understand, but had been grateful when evening rolled around, and every other female left.
She headed upstairs to the bathroom and quickly showered, washing her hair in the process. As she stood under the cool, calming spray, she thought of her family.
They’d returned to Westchester, since there was no need for the safe house. As Nicolette had promised, Evelyn had been waiting for them when Sloan drove up to her family home. Even her father was there. Cassie had explained when she’d awoken that Charles had been sent to another safe house before she and Evelyn were attacked. There had been tearful hugs and kisses, and an awkward moment between her father and Conall, with her father trying to intimidate a man who was hundreds of years older, and she didn’t even want to contemplate how many times stronger. Vivienne laughed at the memory. Her father had been fine with Conall the human, but ever since Evelyn had let him in on the secret of the different species, and that Conall was one of them, of the shape-shifting variety, he’d turned into an I’m-gonna-clean-my-gun-and-tell-you-about-my-collection-of-silver-bullets type of dad.
Conall hadn’t seemed afraid for one moment, but he’d humored her father, which only made her love him more. All in all, her father seemed to like him. Vivienne had even seen a smile from Charles when he thought no one was looking.
A slight sound pulled her from her thoughts. Someone had entered the bathroom. Instantly, she tensed, the darkness within her surging instantly. Moments later, she picked up on a scent. Clean, male, and hers.
Conall.
Large hands closed around her middle, and a familiar body pressed up against hers.
Easy, alainn.
It took her druid a few moments to retreat, to realize that Vivienne’s terror was uncalled for.
He nudged at her neck comfortingly before placing soft kisses along her shoulder. The water was growing chilled, and Conall reached out turned the knob for more heat. Vivienne’s breathing gradually evened, but she remained tense.
Relax, alainn. No one will take you from me again.
With one hand securing and comforting her, he used the other to get her body-wash. Splashing a generous amount into his hand, he put it back on the shelf and began lathering her. His fingers moved over her breasts, lathering them longer than necessary, before he brought them to her neck, her shoulders, the indentation of her back, her buttocks.
“Conall?” Her voice was calm, relaxed.
Yes, alainn?
“You’ve been massaging my butt for almost five minutes now.” Amused, she turned her head to smile at him.
Is that so, alainn?
“Yes, it is,” she returned with an exaggerated sigh. “You’ve neglected my legs, and my arms—”
He leaned close to whisper directly into her ear, “There is little tension there, Vivienne.”
The water was hot. Conall was hot. And yet, she shivered.
“Where do I have tension?” she asked, feeling her throat go dry.
His hands squeezed at her ass once more, and she bit her lip and braced her palms against the shower tiles. The action had only enhanced the other type of wetness between her thighs.
“Here….” She resisted the urge to scream as his hands traveled up her back to her shoulders, and then settled over her breasts. Looking down, she marveled at how perfectly she fit the size of his hands. He squeezed gently, and then harder, tweaking at her nipples. She whimpered. “Definitely here….” His hands left her slick flesh, and she was turning to face him when they slid around her hips, to the tops of her thighs.
“Do I have tension there too?” she asked breathlessly.
Not yet, alainn.
It was a delicious promise, one to which she’d intended a reply. Conall’s hands robbed her of her speech, however, when they moved between her legs.
She moaned loudly.
“You carry most of your tension here,” he growled low in her ear. He cupped her tightly, and she breathed hard, gyrating against his hand. She could feel his large, bobbing erection at her bottom and wished he would dip lower and let it between her lips.
“You should give it a massage then,” Vivienne managed, groaning when two of his fingers pressed up against her button and began to make slow, circular movements.
Conall. I want you so much. Please, I don’t think I can—
“Don’t think you what, alainn?” Despite his questions, Conall’s tone told her he was as affected as she. When he began growling in that low, possessive voice, she knew.
Don’t tease me. That was what he was doing. Again. From the slow massage he was giving her to the fact he was leaving her empty of him. He was being a tease. Leaning down, he bit her shoulder hard, wringing a startled but pleased cry from her.
Conall, don’t. Not tonight.
“What, Vivienne? What don’t you want me to do?”
***
She’d had enough. Vivienne turned so suddenly she broke his hold before he knew she was moving. Confused for a split second, he did not protest as she pushed him against the shower tiles and slammed her lips against his. As her tongue slid past his lips, he grabbed her waist before kneading her ass. She grunted, and bit him. Blood exploded into both of their mouths, and Vivienne slid hand between their bodies and clasped him. Her nail grazed him lightly, and he felt his beast rush forward in anticipation, moments before he regained dominance.
Vivienne, wait!
No. I want you, Conall. All of you.
Lowering to her knees, she pulled him into her mouth, using her other hand to touch herself. Conall’s hands found her hair even as he groaned at being cocooned between her soft lips.
Something was different. He could feel it in the way she thought, how she acted. His beast sensed it, wanted it.
Vivienne….
Coming to her feet, she kissed him, a rough kiss that had him pushing her against the tile and dragging her leg up to his waist. Vivienne only moved with him, groaning at the roughness of their actions, smiling when he tried and failed to regain control.
He’d buried his cock halfway into her body when she pushed him back. Confused, he glared at her.
Shaking her head, she sent dots of water flying. “I want your beast, Conall.”
Her eyes faded to black before flashing yellow. He watched, the man in a state of shocked stupor but the beast understanding, as she knelt and placed her hands to the tile, getting into the perfect position.
Lowering her head, she shifted her gaze to his, and licked her lips. Once more, her eyes flashed yellow, and he struggled to make sense of it. They hadn’t cleared that…he still didn’t know how…but at the moment, he couldn’t think. She wanted the beast. The beast wanted her.
Talons erupted where nails had been and his canines lengthened to the point of overlappi
ng his lips.
Yes, Vivienne moaned directly into his mind.
The hair on his body lengthened and a snarl curled his lips.
***
Vivienne felt her muscles clench in anticipation. She hadn’t thought it possible, but his cock expanded, and then he was covering her.
A rough hand secured her, slipping almost painfully around her belly as he buried his face in her hair and neck, and took a deep breath. His legs kicked hers farther out, and then she felt him probing, seeking. His cock brushed against her ass, slid down to her lubricated lips, and then he rammed forward.
“Ah!” Had she been human, Vivienne was certain she would have passed out. It was intense, both pleasurable and painful in a way that curled her toes.
She closed her eyes and her fingers curled into fists against the wet tiles. He released a grunt, and withdrew, only to shove back into her. Her head bobbed along with her body as he continued. Tears stung her eyes, but she was so turned on, so close to coming.
His hand released its death grip on her belly to toy with her nipples. As a talon grazed her sensitive bud, she moaned, screaming again when he thrust back into her. His hand moved to her shoulder as he pulled her back on him with each of his punishing thrusts. She didn’t know how much she screamed. Her throat felt raw. As his sex grew larger, she thought she’d pass out. She almost did as her orgasm rushed her, pulling frustrated moans and grunts from her, and something that was part howl, part growl from his lips.
The thrusts continued. Vivienne closed her eyes and let herself feel. She was slipping, her upper body lowering to the tile, when his fingers tangled in her hair, and pulled her back up.
“Ow!”
He eased immediately, but didn’t release her hair. His other hand pinched at her nipples as his entire length came into her body. She reached back, digging her nails into his hip.
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