by T. A. Grey
Chapter 9
With a dark curse, Vane lifted Sarina onto the table and tore the satin from her body. It stood no chance against his strength and wilted from her body. She gasped and spread her dangling legs open for him, baring her wet core.
Vane’s jaw slackened at the sight. When she sat up to reach for the fly of his jeans, he pushed her hands away and ordered her to lay back. If she touched him right now, he’d take her and break his vow.
Shivers racked her body. He looked dark and dangerous standing above her. Like a god of war and sex. It was as if his control had been holding on by a piece of twine supporting an anvil. It snapped fast and hard.
He grabbed a whole strawberry from the container on the table. She watched with wide, needy eyes as he traced the cold tip of the fruit over her nipple. Her nipple puckered at the cold touch. It drew drugging pulses of pleasure from deep inside her. But it wasn’t what she needed.
“Please,” she begged huskily. Her hips undulated in a sexy rhythm, beckoning him for something he promised not to give her. Vane’s jaw tightened, knew she couldn’t resist asking for what her body wanted, but that didn’t make it any easier. Sign me up for Sainthood, he thought.
His hot mouth trailed after the strawberry, found her nipple, and licked the cold away. Sarina’s hips lifted quickly off the table.
“Vane!” Shards of hot pleasure shot through her body like lightning.
His mouth found her breast and sucked in hard, wet pulls. He continued moving the strawberry, the chill of it traveling down her body had her stomach sucking in and her pussy screaming for more.
His greedy mouth moved to the other breast as the hard strawberry trailed slowly over her belly button. She moaned, her hands clasping his head to her breast as the fruit dipped then continued south.
“Please! I need you now. I can’t. I can’t wait.” She gasped, her hips rising as the strawberry passed over her short curls and dipped between her hot pussy lips. Her body tensed tighter and tighter.
Vane released her breast to give her one smoldering hot look. “You’re fucking perfect.” He growled, his eyes glowing with dark need and feral possession.
He returned to her breast and sucked hard as he flicked the strawberry faster over her swollen clit. Her hands flew to his back and held on as the pressure inside her grew to a deafening roar.
“Ah!” she shouted as he worked her little pearl faster. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his thighs. Her hips rocked, trying to find the perfect rhythm that would set her free. She chanted his name as her orgasm breached the surface like a cup teetering on the edge of spilling.
Vane’s own breaths grew shallow and loud as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. His balls were so tight it was a wonder he didn’t explode in his jeans. If he didn’t come soon though, he was afraid he might do just that.
He wanted to kill the father who did this to his daughter. He wanted to wring the bastard’s throat with his bare hands, then claim his daughter’s body with rough strokes.
Clamping onto her nipple, he flicked the tip of the strawberry harder, quicker. Sarina’s head whipped from side to side and then she squealed as her orgasm gushed through her body, his name a shout from her lips. She shook underneath him with the force of her climax; her sweet nipple popped free of his mouth, but he recaptured it quickly.
Sharp fingernails dug into his back, and Vane felt the precum leaking from his painful erection.
As the last ripples of her climax pulsed through her, Vane stood and jerked his jeans down to his thighs to release his long cock. Before Sarina’s eyes could open, he clasped her thighs and pushed them wide.
Sarina’s startled gaze flew to meet his own aroused one. Her body gloried in the male before her; it craved his seed, needed it to fulfill her breeding cycle. No, she protested, but it was weaker this time, less fight.
Vane hesitated, sweat dripped off his brow. “Will you have me within you, Sarina? Will you take my cock and seed?” He breathed as though there was no air in the room. His cock was poised, ready to enter.
A sad, pained look crossed her face.
He had his answer.
Angrily he grabbed her wrist and brought it to his aching cock. She didn’t hesitate but curled her fingers around him. She sat up and leaned her breasts into him, and trailed hot, wet kisses over his tight-lipped mouth, his cheeks, his neck as she worked his rigid cock with sure, quick strokes.
His eyelids drooped seductively, his head falling back to reveal the taut cords of his neck. He groaned as she swirled her palm around his cock head and used his own creamy wetness to pump faster. She ached to have his cock inside her, spreading her, filling her. He was bigger than the men in her dreams were. What would he feel like inside?
He cursed, his hands finding her soft thighs and rubbing a firm groove into them. He dropped his head to stare at her lips, which she wet unconsciously. His eyes lifted to hers, and the look he gave her promised his cock would fill her mouth soon. Her mouth watered, her pussy wept at the idea.
She squeezed her fist around him and pumped over the hot steel of him. Her own moans joined his as she wrung his cock to pleasure. She felt it when it came, felt it through the fine points of her fingertips.
His shoulders stiffened, and he pulsed in her hard in her hand. His cock reddened and swelled impossibly bigger, and then he shouted her name—a hoarse plea as she pumped his seed from him. He came in hot streams of white across her pussy and thighs.
His legs shook with the effort to stay up so he leaned onto the table for support. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight. Her beast was more than pleased at its offering of this incredible male’s seed, even if it was on the outside. But her cycle was still active, still throbbing deep inside her for completion.
Content for now, she rubbed soothing hands over his back as he caught his breath. Lifting his head, his hair an unruly mess, he gave her a smile that curled her toes.
When his smile faded, it was like all the light left the room. His eyes grew serious. He cupped her gently by the back of the neck and brought his lips down to hers. He tasted her again and again, until her lips numbed and her tongue tired. When he pulled back his eyes were still serious, his cock hard again.
“I vowed not to take you, but I need you to relinquish me from that vow, Sarina. I need you. My beast needs you. I need to be inside you.” He pressed soft kisses over her wet lips and then the curve of her ear where he whispered huskily. “I need to come inside you.”
Her toes curled even as her “no” formed on her lips. He pulled back from her ear, his eyes darkened with anger. He didn’t blame her, but it was only their first night together and already he wanted her father dead and to be buried deep inside her body. How the hell was he supposed to last the whole week?
“I’m sorry Vane,” she whispered, pain filling her voice. “After my cycle is over, ok?” Her eyes pleaded with him to understand. Her hand gently rubbed the smooth line of his cheek. His jaw tightened until it cracked, but he nodded yes even as Sarina knew she’d never be able to be with him like that.
Her virginity was more precious to her father than it was to her. At the end of her cycle, her father would be back and she’d be gone, locked away back home until someone her father approved of came around. She cringed at the thought of the older, regal Pride members. Only one was even close to her age. Conlin. She wasn’t going anywhere near that bastard.
She could never take Vane into her body no matter how mad she wanted him.
Chapter 10
Sarina slept and dreamed of a strong, lykaen male taking her body in ways and places that she’d never dreamt of before. On the bed, the floor, the grass, the shower, the table, the counter, the couch, even the roof while the moon was high in the sky. His face was always shadowed just so she couldn’t make out his features. But he touched her as if each caress might be his last. He whispered dark, sensual promises then ravished her with powerful thrusts that made her come more times than she could remember.
Sarina wasn't surprised to awaken to the familiar feel of the hot male wrapped around her back. His hard cock was awake and prodding her between closed thighs. Vane. He made her feel special, different.
Each day was harder and harder for Vane. Her stomach twisted in guilt to think she was the cause of it. If only she was stronger, or not a princess, or had a different father. If, if, if.
Each day her cycle churned, paining her, wetting her. Each day he pleasured her senseless with his mouth, his fingers, and his body until the pain faded. And although he didn’t know it, it was growing so much harder for her too. To not let him in her. To say no. After he pleasured her, he would ask her just once, his voice so painfully aroused it broke her heart: Will you let me inside you? And each time she answered the same. No. Every time he asked a piece of her lie came up to bite her in the ass.
She wanted things to be different. He asked her, well, told her, that she would be his Queen after he claimed her. After she accepted him. She would rule his pack alongside him. To be honored with such a gift made her heart tremble with something she’d never felt before, but which grew each minute she was with him.
She was falling in love. Just saying the words in her head sent spirals of giddy joy and fear through her. Like the time she jumped off the rocky cliff into the water below. Her friends all jumped before her, goaded her into jumping too. She'd been so terrified, but as she ran and jumped her body falling in empty air, her heart had pounded, and then the water sloshed over her and she was safe.
She knew it with the same certainty she knew her father would kill him if he took her during her cycle or maybe at all. He would know. He would smell Vane’s essence inside her for days after the cycle stopped.
She couldn’t stand it if anything happened to him. Not when she lit up just at the sight of him, when his hold calmed her, and his hands and mouth brought pleasures to her she’d never felt. Not even in her dreams.
Vane stirred and threw his arm around her, his cock ended up pressing hard into her ass cheek. Mmm, she moaned, unable to stop the small sound. Even though he had been sleeping, in the next second she was flipped on her back with a hot tongue sliding in her mouth.
“Good morning,” he pulled back to say, then delved back down to nuzzle the soft skin at her neck. God, she smelled so good, he thought. When he climbed on top of her, she widened her thighs, trusting him completely at his word.
He lifted up from her and looked down to watch his hard cock lying rigid on top of her wet curls. His breathing grew labored, sweat beaded his brow, and his hips started a short rhythmic thrust. A fierce expression took over his face.
“God dammit, let me inside you woman. You’ll feel so great wrapped around me, I know it.” Her eyes shuttered with hunger, but still she said no. So he tried again, feeling edgier than before, craving, no, needing to be inside her, and fisted his cock, rubbing it in tight circles over her wet clit. Her mouth, her hands, the sleek cream of her pussy, none of it was enough. She cried out below him. He needed her. He tried a different tactic.
Caging her in his arms, his voice deep with arousal he begged, “I’ll make you come so fucking hard baby. I’ll fill that pussy up so full you’ll be feeling me for a week. Let me in. Let me fuck you until we’re both lost.” By time he finished, her orgasm was so close. With the subtle rocking of his hips and her rampant hormones, it didn’t take much. Her hands clung to his shoulders, nails biting into muscle. “I’ll take care of you,” he said, rocking his hips faster, sending both of their bodies into a frenzy. “I will protect you from him. Come live with me, stay with me, be with me. I...fuck,” he groaned harshly just as her moan rippled through the air.
Her body shook as her orgasm built to a crest. He leaned down, to tease her neck with soft, punishing bites as he thrust once, twice, three more times over her. She shuddered below him, coming in waves of hot pleasure. He bit down on her shoulder, locking her in place as his cock spurted streams of hot seed onto her pussy curls and belly button.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered he’s said something while climaxing. It was so hoarse she barely heard it. Now that she was lucid again, with her arms wrapped around the man who made things feel right, she realized what he said.
At that exact moment, he stiffened in her arms, raising himself to meet her eyes. His look held tenderness that she’d seen their first night together, when he’d kissed her palm. His eyes traced over her face in a tender sweep.
Mine.
“I…” she hesitated, too scared to say what she felt. How could she when she was planning to leave in two days, never to see him again. She couldn’t abandon her father. Couldn't ignore her duty to him and the Pride. No matter how much his one possessive word made her heart pound.
He stilled above her, his jaw flexing hard. Then he moved off her and left the room without a backward glance. The quiet closing of the bathroom door might as well been a slam for she jumped when it closed.
She wanted to defend her hesitation. After all, she had every right to deny him right to her. To not be his. But then why did she feel as if her heart was being wrenched out of her chest?
Chapter 11
Vane finished dressing and snatched his cell phone off the dresser. Damn if he wasn't mad. Damn if he didn't want to grab her pretty little neck and shake it. Jogging down the steps, he found her watching TV. The stiffness of her back, and the fact that she didn't meet his eyes radiated clearly the mood she was in. Well, he wasn't too happy either.
"I'm going outside to make some calls." She flinched, and the movement made him feel like an ass. Unclenching his fist, he strode to stand in front of her. Her eyes drifted downward, revealing the crescent of her black lashes. She was so beautiful it tightened something in his chest. He lifted her chin up with a finger. "Don't be sad, lumara. I'm not angry with you."
She snorted a very unladylike sound. The trembling, wet hope in her eyes wobbled, making his heart feel like it was in a vise.
"I'm not, Sarina. I am angry at this situation, not you. Not really. I just want you." He felt her breath tremble out on an uneven sigh. Unable to stand it anymore, he swooped down and captured her lips in a kiss that stole her breath away. By the time he lifted his head, her eyes were closed with need, her body straining towards his. Beautiful.
"I have to make some calls to the pack. But I can smell your heat rising. You'll need me again soon." The look that flashed over his face was one of both extreme pain and pleasure. He held her close with one hand at her neck. "I want inside you, lumara. Only my seed can ease your pain wholly. Even without your breeding cycle, can’t you see how much I need you? Just think about it." He leaned down, kissed her hard on the mouth and left.
The snapping chill in the air helped to cool him off, barely. It rained overnight and leaves weighed heavily with wet drops. Vane inhaled deeply, smelling the scent of grass mixed with rain, ozone, and mud. This was his favorite time; right after the rain had passed and the world was wiped clean again.
Moving away from the cabin, he pulled out his cell and dialed his house line.
"Kategan residence." Alfonse answered on the seventh ring.
"Don't you think you could at least make an effort to be a butler, Al?"
"But that would involve working, and I've always preferred the lazier ways myself."
Vane laughed. "How's the pack? Any word from Darien?"
Alfonse paused as if choosing his words. "There have been some complications, actually. As for Darien, he's still gone, though one of the other pack members says she saw him down at a bar about an hour away from here. She said he didn't look so good. I believe her words were, 'he looked like shit'."
Vane muttered a soft curse. His brother had suffered a serious blow when the woman he planned to mate with was killed in childbirth. The whole incident shocked everyone in the pack, especially Vane. The child wasn't his and everyone knew it. Her previous lover was willing to sleep with her, but not take responsibility for his actions. Vane gr
imaced remembering kicking Greg out his pack. Unworthy males would never be under his protection, but it never felt good to force pack to leave.
"You'd think he'd be over it by now. It wasn't his child, and he wasn't even with her that long. He's letting it eat at him."
"Well, Master, he probably feels responsible," Alfonse said in a duh voice.
"Perhaps. What's going on in the pack? Am I needed?" Vane cracked his knuckles, the resounding popping noise sounded harsh in the quiet forest.
"Jones and Rief have been going at it again, though that's under control, for now. Christine has been asking where you are."
Shit. That's just what he needed. He'd tried to date the flirty lykaen before and she just wasn't his type. But damn if she could take a hint. "I told her you were away on business...banging human females, of course." Vane laughed at the lie. "Nah, I just told her you were away on business. Which brings up a question. Where have you been and who are you doing?"
The older man definitely had a way with words. "I'm about five miles southeast of you. I found a cabin down here with a...female in her breeding." A heavy pause.
"Lucky bastard. Are you servicing her? Damn, I should have gone with you and called dibs. Why is she alone anyways? No woman goes unserviced during her breeding. I remember some time ago a women tried and it didn't go so well for her. Extreme pain, sleeplessness, nausea, and so on. Supposedly by the end of her cycle, she was straddling a banana because it was the closest thing she had shaped to a—
"That's enough, Al," interrupted Vane. He really didn't want the visual. He took a deep breath that did nothing to calm his raging nerves at all. "No, it's been complicated. Do you remember King Brunes? Yeah, well, it's his daughter."
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? You're fucking the King's daughter. His only daughter! The man will have you drawn, quartered, and eaten in a delicious stew with a silver spoon. He's a member of the Pride, Vane, the Pride. Nobody touches that princess unless he says so."
