No Remorse

by MaryLynn Bast

  “You don’t think you’ll be able to do this do you?” Blake asked, forcing her to look at him.

  “What do you mean? I’m doing this, aren’t I?” Amber replied with a frown, avoiding his real question. She leaned back, motioning towards her body to indicate that she was half naked sitting on him.

  “You know exactly what I'm talking about. I can feel you in my head. I feel you in my soul.” Blake stroked her face softly, “When I told you that I have always loved you, Amber, I meant it. From the day I met you, you have had my heart.” He took her hand and placed it on his pounding chest.

  Amber could feel the strong beat of his heart; looking into his eyes she knew he spoke the truth.

  “And Amber, you can do this tonight.” Leaning forward he kissed her gently on the lips.

  Amber returned the soft kiss, whispering against his mouth. “I’m afraid I’ll fail and someone will get hurt.” Allowing the barriers that kept her mind safe to drop, Amber allowed Blake to see into her soul, to see that she cared for him without having to say the words aloud. She was afraid if she spoke them, he would be ripped from her like everything else had been in her life. “I’ve never been responsible for anyone other than myself, what if someone innocent dies because of me, what if I can’t protect you?”

  “Amber, you worry too much. You don’t have to take the world on alone. I’ll be there for you. We are mates; that means we support each other, good and bad. I’ll protect you and I know you’ll be there for me. Tonight, we do this together. If something were to happen, which I doubt, you are not to blame for anything. You are doing this to help a woman and two kids you’ve never even met. So stop doubting yourself. You are the strongest woman, mentally and physically, I’ve ever met. You are amazing and I love you.” Amber stared up into his face, her eyes misted with tears at his words. She met his lips when his mouth covered hers, Amber melted into his arms.

  She didn’t bother with closing her mental walls when Blake laid her back on the soft leather of the sofa. She allowed him to feel the sensations of what she felt with him touching and caressing her. Amber eyes closed when his mouth began trailing kisses along her slender neck. His breath fanning across her throat when he spoke causing the tiny hairs to stand on end as goose bumps spread across her body. “Now, let’s not think about anything but us, it’s just you and me for the next forty minutes.”

  And for the next forty minutes, Blake kept his word. Amber had his complete, undivided attention. He softly touched his lips to the swell of her breast, slowly gliding his tongue across the top of her bra, wetting her skin, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.

  With their minds melded together, Blake felt every touch he made on her skin. It was amazing and they both felt the surge of pure pleasure that only he could give her. Amber’s fingers ran through Blake’s hair, languishing in the thick softness. His wolf’s fur was coarser, but she felt the same thickness. Amber explored, allowing her hands to discover everything about his entire body, wanting to pleasure him like he had her in their previous lovemaking.

  His hand found the front snap of her bra and that disappeared as fast as his shirt and landed in a heap on the floor. Slowly kissing his way downward, his mouth avoided her breast puckering for attention. Smiling lazily, she watched him through narrowed eyes. They both enjoyed the sensations of his lips, tongue and teeth making the journey down the valley between her breasts, to her flat belly. The tip of his tongue gently tasted her skin. His fingers slid gently across the small scar on her ribcage and lower.

  Taking his time, he sensually ran his hands along the waist of her jeans, unsnapping the button and slowly lowering the zipper. All the while his mouth and tongue trailed along her skin. She was moaning softly by the time he pulled her jeans down over the slight curve of her hips.

  Blake’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin at her thigh and hip, her eyes closed while she enjoyed the sweet torture. Her foot sought his and she began running her toes up and down his leg.

  Blake’s lips followed the path as his hands slid, pulling the jeans down her thighs. Amber's legs parted while he knelt between her knees, the scrap of white material did little to hide the dark curls underneath.

  Blake watched Amber’s face while his mouth nuzzled at her foot. At the ankle he could feel her heart beating strong, excitedly. Her foot jerked slightly, arching when he ran his tongue along the sensitive arch. Nipping his way up her calf, he spent a little extra time behind her knee before continuing the path up her thigh.

  His fingers brushed against the white material, causing heat to pour off her body in waves. He knew he could dip his finger and feel the deliciously tight wetness. He restrained himself, wanting to rip the panties off and dive his face into her moistness and lap at her, but he fought the urge. He was enjoying the moans and soft intakes of breath while he kissed, licked or nipped at just the right spots.

  Blake laid his head across her stomach and inhaled the scent of her arousal, blowing softly against the damp material. Her fingers lightly tugged his hair while she shivered at the light touch of his breath on her hot body.

  The anticipation was killing her but she was going to let him take his time. Let him feel the pleasures that he was giving her. She kept her mind open. With every soft touch he gave her, she allowed that to flow to his body as well. The tiny hairs on his skin stood on end in response.

  Running her fingernail slowly across his back; she elicited a moan from him that vibrated all the way to the depth of her core. She was so hot, so sensitive that she was sure she would explode at his first real touch.

  Amber felt him pull away. Standing, he kicked off his tennis shoes. When he reached for his pants she stopped him with her hand on his. Smiling she pulled his hands away and ran her fingers along the waistband of his jeans. She mimicked his actions and slowly ran her tongue across the top of his jeans, barely touching his skin.

  Rough hands dove into her hair, massaging and caressing her head urging her to continue. She slowly unbuttoned his jeans and tugged on the zipper, slowly sliding the jeans down his hips and legs so he could step out of them. As he had done to her, she rained kisses along the edge of the white material of his underwear; flicking her tongue along his hips and received the same response he had, causing his swollen shaft to pulse with a life of its own.

  Amber ran her hand slowly up his rock hard stomach, through the tiny hairs that sprinkled up to his chest. From where she was on her knees, she seductively looked up the length of his hard shaft. Her breath sending shivers through his whole body. Her hand cupped his sac and he closed his eyes, leaning his head back at her touch.

  Her fingers worked their way up his hard length with a slight touch until they reached the top of his underwear. With slow sweat torture, she returned what he had given her, nipping and kissing him all over, but not quite touching him.

  Blake wanted her to grab him and jam it down her throat but he was enjoying this as well. He watched her, a groan escaped when her hands slid his underwear down past his hips, allowing his hard manhood to spring free.

  Just as she had, he allowed his mind to stay melded with hers, so she felt every pleasure she gave him. Her fingers traced the vein from the head to the bottom of his shaft. Her fingers explored the firmness of his sac beneath. He watched her tongue flick across her lips as if she anticipated tasting him.

  She did. Amber wholeheartedly anticipated the taste and feel of him in her mouth. She wanted to please him the way he had pleased her. Her hand resting lightly on his hip, her other hand grabbed his thick shaft and pulled it down to her. She allowed her tongue to perform a torturous slow circle around the head with just the velvety wet tip, while her breath sent delicious shivers through his body.

  Blake had to shift or he was going to fall over under her wondrous attentions. He moved his legs farther apart, standing with his hands in her hair. Urging her on as her lips gently explored the pulsating head, her tongue applying pressure to the throbbing vein. Her hand kneaded gently at his
genitals while her other hand reached up to circle his shaft, burying her fingers in the soft curls at the base.

  With what seemed like an eternity, Amber allowed her mouth to circle him, her tongue dancing and sliding across the slit where she tasted the drop of his essence on her full wet lips.

  She allowed the head to slide against her tongue, her lips gliding deeper onto his thick shaft, filling her mouth, reaching the back of her throat. There was no way she could take all of him so she pulled back and allowed her lips to run the length of him, her tongue bathing and tasting him.

  Blake watched her feast on him, taking him with her mouth, loving him with her tongue. She alternately licked, and sucked until every inch of him pulsated with throbbing need.

  Staring down at her on her knees in front of him, Blake watched her bare breasts sway heavily with each move. The white material of her panties still covered the sweet wetness that hid between her legs, he was ready to rip the panties off and bury himself deep inside of her.

  He felt her nip gently at the head, and then suck hard when a spasm struck him; her hand wrapped around his shaft and ran the length of him in quick sure strokes. It felt so damned good, but he didn’t want to lose control without first making sure her needs were met as well.

  He could smell the scent she was giving off. Pleasing him was making her hotter, wetter. He wrapped his hand around hers to stop her movements. He had to close his eyes and take a calming breath to keep from exploding in her mouth. He had almost waited too long.

  A self-satisfied smile lit her face as she watched him breathe deeply.

  Blake smiled down at her and pulled her to her feet. His lips covered hers as his tongue slid into her mouth, hers meeting his, slipping across each other.

  His hand slipped between them, cupping the weight of her breast, his thumb flicking her hard nipple. Moaning into his mouth, Amber stepped closer into his hard body. His manhood landed right at her belly button, her breast pressed against the warmth of his chest.

  Amber slid her leg around his, rubbing her foot along the back of his thigh, the wet material between her legs rubbed provocatively against her sensitive skin. Blake moved his thigh and the heat of her almost burned against his leg. She was so hot, so ready for him. He watched her writhe against his leg, rubbing her breast in his hands. Dipping his head, he squeezed her breast, lifting it to take the nipple and flick his tongue across its hardness.

  Amber threw her head back in pleasure as she continued to grind against his leg. The contrast between the hard muscle and the soft wiry hairs on his leg sliding against her was driving her mad.

  Lifting her head Amber stared; the yellow flecks in her eyes swirled and glowed at him. Stepping away, she shoved him none too gently down onto the couch. His legs were slightly spread and his manhood stood straight up as if reaching for her.

  Bending over him, Amber gripped his shaft and quickly enclosed her mouth over the head, sucking hard. She heard the hiss at the quick intake of breath he sucked in. Heard his hands hit the couch to keep from grabbing hold of her too roughly. Sucking with long hard strokes, her head moved up and down, taking as much of his thickness into her mouth as she could.

  Suddenly, her mouth left him, straddling him quickly; Amber moved the scrap of material to the side and guided him between her wet lips. She didn’t give either of them time to adjust to her tightness, instead shoved herself down onto him, sucking her own breath in when she felt herself stretching to accommodate his thick long shaft.

  Rising above him, Amber’s hand still gripped his shaft, guiding him back into her wet lips, sinking down onto him, over and over again until he grabbed her hips. She released him to balance herself on the back of the couch. Blake held her in place, hips lifting up and into her, butt leaving the couch while he continued to slam himself deep into her tight wetness.

  Tilting her hips slightly provided a whole new sensation when his shaft slid against the sensitive nerves of her core. Amber felt the first wave hit her and jerked her head up to watch Blake when he felt her begin to spasm against his shaft.

  The black ring around her eyes made the yellow flecks shimmer; he felt his pupils dilate and knew his eyes were glowing too. Blake watched the waves of pleasure wash over her. He pounded, slamming into her slender muscular body, her tight wetness taking all of him. Amber held on tightly when he surged up to meet her, they buried their faces, shouting and screaming their release in each other necks, their teeth piercing skin, hearts pounding in unison.

  Blake wrapped his arms around her and held her to him when her body fell limp against his chest. They were still joined, neither could move. Blake smiled, turning his head to lazily kiss her forehead; Amber stared happily into his eyes. Moaning, she slid her arms to his chest and slowly pushed herself up and looked down at their bodies still melded together. She felt him twitch inside her causing her sheath to spasm around him. They moaned in unison then laughed. Lifting her leg, she slid to sit on the couch.

  “Bathroom’s over there.” Blake pointed to the door next to the exit. “Wake me when you’re done.”

  Amber rewarded him with another elbow to the side, “This is more your mess than it is mine,” she huffed and got up from the couch, the only thing she wore was the white thongs. Other than that, she was naked when she walked across the study, his slickness evident on the inside and backsides of her thighs.

  Blake watched her rear sway with each step she walked towards the bathroom. Without looking back at him, she closed the door. Blake smiled because he could feel her practically radiating in his mind. Glancing sideways at the couch beside him, he saw remnants of their lovemaking and was thankful that leather cleaned easily. Then the thought hit him that they had been pretty loud and he sighed.

  Their lovemaking would have been broadcast to the group, nothing he could do about it now. He wondered how Amber was going to react when she realized that everyone had probably heard. A smirk slid across his lips and he headed towards the bathroom to join her in getting cleaned up. It was time to take care of pack business; he had allowed her to distract him long enough. Not that she still wouldn’t distract him, just being around her was a distraction.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Exactly forty minutes later, Blake and Amber emerged from the study hand in hand. The occupants of the house had continued going about their day and had left them to theirs. Now they were back to reality and what they needed to do next.

  Amber's face grew hot seeing the knowing looks that were being sent their way. She realized the noises coming from the study would not have required werewolf hearing.

  Emerging by her side, Blake was smiling from ear to ear. When the men approached, he raised his hand to the first man he came to, who happened to be Adam. Amber stopped him in his tracks. You high five just one person for getting laid, you will never touch me again!

  Her mental connection had grown in the short time they had been together, allowing her to hear the men who were waiting to slap their leader on the back or give him a high five. The smile on Blake’s face froze; he stared down at Amber with questioning eyes, browns knit together in a frown. His hand slowly lowered, so did Adam’s.

  “Busted!” Adam told Blake with a hearty laugh.

  The men wore a matching puzzled frowns, they wondered how the hell Amber had tapped into their mental connection without the blood ritual.

  You can hear them?

  Yeah, so? Amber responded automatically.

  It doesn’t make sense. You shouldn’t be able to hear them without the blood ritual. We did an informal ritual between the two of us, connecting us, not them. Blake wasn’t concerned, but he was curious as to how this was happening.

  I don’t understand. What do you mean by rituals? Explain. Amber stood with her hands on her hips and stared up at Blake.

  Noticing her stance, Adam got Blake’s attention and pointed towards the hallway, Blake lifted his head in acknowledgement while the group walked away talking amongst themselves.

  Blak
e rubbed his forehead. He wished he had the time to give her a complete lesson on being in a werewolf pack, but that could take days, so he gave her a quick explanation. “The blood ritual is a ceremony that werewolf packs perform when accepting a member who was not born to one of its members. The ritual allows the new pack member to bond through shared blood from only one of its members.”

  “So us sharing blood allowed me to hear all of them?”

  “No, normally it doesn’t work that way. Normally it should have taken you time to connect with the pack members. With others, this process has taken years to complete the connection as they interacted with one another. I have not known members who have mated outside their pack so this is a little new to me too.”

  “So let’s say you’re not lovers and don’t bite each other. Then what do you do to accept another member?” Amber was curious.

  “I know of two different ways, by lacerating and artery, each person clasps wrists, mingling their blood, creating a bond. Another way I have seen it happen is for the new member to drink from a chalice where each member has deposited a single drop of blood. Ingesting the blood ties the new member to the pack and allows them to communicate. Doing this allows the member to bond, but it is a lot slower if the other members don’t taste the new member’s blood as well.”

  The thought of sharing blood with the fifty or sixty people Amber saw roaming around the property was a little overwhelming. She was so used to being alone, she didn’t know if she could have that many people in her head all at once. It was enough to have Blake there.

  At her thought Blake laughed. “Once the connections are made, we learn to interact with each other one at a time like we are doing, or I can reach out to several people at one time, or I can call to the entire pack.”

  Amber shook her head and blew out a long breath. “So what happens if a pack member decides to leave? Are they ever really free? My mother left but was still connected.” That got her to thinking. “I have never been able to connect with anyone other than you. Like I told you before, my mother and I never even connected. She never told me any of this stuff.” Amber grew frustrated at the thought of her never making any type of connection, why she had always felt so alone and she felt her eyes begin to swirl but calmed quickly when Blake ran his hands up and down her arms. Bending forward, his hand grabbed her chin and his eyes caught hers.