The male she now knew as Griffin inclined his head for a second. “Fear not human, we are not permitted to drink from humans so you are quite safe.”
“Good to know,” Elisabeth squeaked, her eyes were wide in her head.
“I won’t be long,” Becky said.
“How long is your lunch?” Ross asked. His intense gaze seemed to bore into her.
“A half hour”—Becky glanced at her watch—“make that twenty five minutes.”
“She will be twenty five minutes,” Ross said, his eyes still locked with hers. He moved forward, entering her personal space and invariably herded her into her clinic.
“Call if you need anything.” She heard her receptionist shout just before Ross shut the door.
“I thought I told you to leave me alone.” She folded her arms across her chest.
He shook his head. “I can’t do that.”
“You vampires are all a bunch of grade-A assholes. I may have been interested once upon a time, but I’m so over it now.”
His face turned solemn. “You must believe me when I tell you that I didn’t agree with Brant’s treatment of the wolf and his pack, or of the things he said to Stephany. He acted like a colossal idiot but I had to follow my orders.” His eyes darkened. “The only reason I volunteered to join with Brant on the expedition was so that I could see you. Please believe me.”
“Following orders, huh?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “And if Brant told you to jump into a fire would you do that too?”
He looked confused for a few seconds before shrugging. “Yes, I would.”
She couldn’t help the incredulous sound that escaped her. “That’s freaking crazy…you would burn to a crisp all because your king told you to do it?”
“It would be greatly uncomfortable but I would heal quickly. I don’t see the big deal.”
She kept forgetting that they had extra abilities. “If he told you to stab yourself with a silver knife would you do it?”
Ross shook his head. “That would be stupid.”
“You see?” She put her hands on her hips. “You don’t have to follow orders.”
“I do if I want to keep my balls, but if it’s a choice between my balls and dying on a silver blade I’ll take my chances and opt not to be stabbed. Why are you asking me all of these silly questions?”
His eyes dropped to her breasts and then lower, not that he could see much under her buttoned up lab coat. The big vampire groaned, his eyes filled with untethered desire.
“Don’t. I told you that I’m not interested.” A bald faced lie, but maybe she would start believing it herself if she kept saying it.
His nostrils flared. “Your scent tells me otherwise.”
Becky grit her teeth in sheer frustration. These non-humans and their sense of smell. Wait just a freaking minute. It probably meant that he could smell Rushe on her. “What are you playing at? You can’t possibly want me.”
“I just said that I do and I plan on having you. I’ve waited a very long time.” His eyes narrowed for a second as his nostrils flared again. They then turned smoldering hot. “Take off your clothes or I will destroy them.”
“Wait just a minute, buddy.” Becky wagged her finger at him. “You cannot come into my place of business and demand that I take off my clothes. We are not having sex here.” She whispered the last even though Elisabeth couldn’t possibly hear her.
“I need to be inside you. Need it so badly that I ache.” His muscles bunched and his jaw locked.
“Well, you should have thought about that before you followed all of Brant’s bullshit orders.” She knew she was being a bit unreasonable, but she didn’t like how her heart pounded at the thought of him between her legs. How her nether regions turned soaking wet just by looking at the sexy vampire. They had spent months texting one another and although it had started out flirtatious, even down right steamy, they had also texted about other things. Like what they were doing. What they were feeling. It had become a ritual for Ross to send her a goodnight text every night. After the whole Ward and Steph thing, she’d ignored his messages, deleting them before she read them. It was only right at this moment that she realized how much she had missed hearing from him.
Becky gave herself a mental shake, it wasn’t that long ago that she had been with Rushe. Less than two days. She might want to play the field a bit, but gosh…less than two days…this was taking it a bit far.
“I told you, I didn’t have a choice.” He looked pained. “Please try and forgive me. I know that you like me…that you want me.” His voice turned gravelly. “I have petitioned hard…have done everything short of begging and have finally been granted permission to have you.”
“You should’ve tried harder to make this happen sooner.” She shook her head, “It’s too late.”
Ross growled loudly. Not as deep or as raw as the wolves, but it was still a terrifying noise that made her gasp.
“I would never hurt you.” Ross’ voice was still gravelly, although now at least he sounded calm. “Just tell me this one thing, do you love the wolf?”
Becky made a choking sound. Oh shit! She knew he could scent Rushe on her, but somehow she hadn’t expected him to actually bring it up. Especially not after he’d been in her company for this long without saying anything.
He shook his head, looking pained. “Please, just tell me you don’t love him. Do you plan on mating him?” Then his whole stance hardened up, his back stiffened, his muscles bulged. “I found you first. We have been messaging for months. You said I could rut you…why is it too late?”
“Calm down. I’m not mating anyone.”
He let out a huge sigh and actually smiled at her…oh god, what a smile it was. She felt her knees go weak and had to put her hand out on the chair behind her to steady herself. “I’m not mating him but I’m also not falling into bed with you.”
Ross looked around the small clinic, his eyes landing on the examination table before sliding to the wall to the right of her. “I would like to take you against that wall. We do not need a bed.”
Desire coursed through her. “Lunch break is over in fifteen minutes.” She looked at the wall clock above his head.
Ross threw her a grin that had her pussy clenching and her clit throbbing. “I can make you come at least three times in the next fifteen minutes. Do not let time concern you.”
“I can’t…couldn’t possibly, after just two nights ago… it just wouldn’t be…”
Ross growled. “You won’t let me have you because that wolf rutted you? What did he do to you? Are you afraid?” His eyes turned deadly and his hands fisted at his sides.
Becky held up her hands. “No, don’t misunderstand…he never hurt me…oh god, the opposite is true.” His eyes narrowed, so she didn’t elaborate. “I can’t have sex with you so soon after him. It wouldn’t be right.”
“Because you have feelings for him?”
“No. Stop saying that. He will be mated to another human female within the next few days, so you have it all wrong.”
“He’s a fool.” He frowned. “What is it then? Are you still angry with me?”
“I should be.” She shook her head and smiled. “But I guess I’m not. The thing is…it wouldn’t be right if I had sex with two guys in the space of a few days.”
His frown deepened. “Why not?” Ross took a step towards her.
Becky took a small step back which put the chair at her back. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
“I still don’t understand. What type would that be, the type to rut?” His deep voice seemed to rumble right through her.
“The type to rut two different guys in the space of a few days.”
Ross’ lips twitched. “I am not a guy and neither was that other male. We are non-humans. It is perfectly natural for you to rut when the urge strikes.” His nostrils flared as he stepped closer. “I can scent that you would like to have me inside you now.” His eyes moved from her eyes to her mouth and back. “Take off y
“I don’t think I should…I mean…no I can’t.” Her chest was heaving like she’d run a marathon. “Come back in a few weeks…maybe then.”
“No,” a low growl. “I have permission right now and must act before it is too late. I need to return by morning. I have missed you, Becky.” His eyes dropped to her lips which she couldn’t help licking. His eyes heated.
“All these rules and freaking regulations. I get off work at six. We can meet then…to discuss it.” She quickly added the last, her voice quivering slightly. If he so much as touched her, even non-sexually, her resolve would melt.
Ross took a small step towards her, his neck craned as he looked down at her. She could feel the heat radiate off of him. “Although rutting is natural, I will not lie and say that I am okay with this other male having touched you.” His eyes dipped down and she just knew he was looking in the area where Rushe’s scent was the strongest. “He marked you many times.”
She made a squeaking noise instead of an acknowledgement.
Ross’ eyes locked with hers. “His scent on you is driving me a little crazy.”
“You look fine.” She managed to croak.
“Well I’m not.” He stepped up flush against her. So close that she could feel his cock pushing against her stomach. “Please, female. I will make it quick and enjoyable. We can talk later.”
Her breath came out in ragged pants and his eyes dipped to her lips. He licked his own, like she was the tastiest morsel he had ever laid eyes on.
“I’m not a slut.”
“I don’t know what that is.” He gripped her hips with his big hands. “Please,” he growled.
“A slut is someone who has sex often with many different partners.”
“Then vampires are colossal sluts and you will fit in just fine or should I say that I will fit in just fine.” He licked his lips again. “Just say yes…please.” He growled softly.
“Fine, but—” Before she could say anything more, he covered her lips with his and there was a loud ripping noise.
Becky broke the kiss, looking down at her gaping lab coat. “What the…”
“I’m sorry.” Ross said as he ripped her blouse and skirt leaving her in tattered rags with only her underwear still in one piece.
“So fucking sexy.” He growled again. Ross moved so quickly that she couldn’t register the motion. There was another quick rip and her panties came down around one ankle. She felt her breasts spring free.
If she wasn’t so damned turned on, she’d be angry. Spitting freaking mad. Ross’ eyes heated up a whole lot more as he raked them from top to bottom and back again. By the time they met her own, his irises glowed.
“I need you to wrap your legs around me,” he instructed as he lifted her easily. Excitement coursed through her as she complied.
Using one hand, he anchored her against him while the other tore at his pants. Ross spun them around, he walked a step or two, putting her back to the cold, hard wall.
“Hold on.” It was the only warning he gave before he plunged into her.
Becky moaned in both pain and pleasure, especially considering that her pussy was still a little tender after the last session with a certain shifter. She immediately felt a little bad and a whole lot slutty but Ross made a sound of utter rapture. “Never felt this good.” He started moving. Fast even strokes that had her clutching his back.
His next statement would’ve had her feeling confused if it weren’t for the fact that she was about to come…hard.
“I love fur.” Ross growled, pounding into her. Both hands on her thighs both holding her up and open.
“Fucking amazing,” he snarled. Flashing her a pair of long, scary looking fangs. “So small.” He grit his teeth. “Everywhere.” He changed his angle, thrusting into her from below…hard. “Better than I imagined.” He squeezed his eyes closed, his jaw locked.
Her skin felt tight. She was moaning, whimpering, groaning with each pump of his hips. So close to coming that her whole body vibrated with the need for release.
“So”—he kept thrusting—“tight.” Ross growled, and then he kissed her neck, nipping at her gently. There was a light pinch as his fangs touched her skin.
“No biting.” She moaned even though a voice inside of her wanted to urge him on.
“I need you to come for me.” As Ross spoke, he used one hand, pushing it between them to pinch her clit.
Becky threw her head back as she flew apart on a scream. Her nails bit into his back. Her legs clamped around him.
Ross roared, jerking against her as pleasure invoking hot bursts inside her had her eyes rolling back.
The door cracked open behind them. Ross pushed his body more firmly against her. She linked her ankles at his back.
“Are you okay, female?” Griffin asked, a hint of panic in his voice.
Ross continued to rock into her, moving ever so slowly.
“Oh my god, Becky, are you okay?” Elisabeth sounded hysterical.
“I’m fine.” Her voice came out sounding confident, clear, authoritative even. Go figure, considering she was still on the back end of a mind blowing orgasm.
There was a heavy male sigh. “Good. I was afraid Ross might have drank from you and gone into bloodlust mode.”
“What?” Elisabeth still sounded hysterical.
“Relax, pretty human, they were just rutting.”
Becky groaned, covering her face with her hand.
“What?” she heard Elisabeth say. This time she sounded shocked.
“I believe you humans call it fucking.” The door clicked as it closed.
Ross stopped moving, he pulled back slightly. Becky let her hand drop away from her face. He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her. Soft, sweet, almost chaste…almost. It still got her heart racing all over again. She moaned as she felt another pinch on her clit, causing pleasure to zing through her. Ross removed his hand with a light sweep of his thumb over her nub, making her moan again.
“Thank you.” He kissed her again. This time it was the barest brush of the lips. It left her wanting more. This whole encounter left her wanting more. “I will meet you at your place at six.”
She nodded. Not trusting her voice.
“I could pick you up,” he added.
“No, that’s fine.” She had walked to work today. It would be best if she walked back. It would give her some time to think.
“I’m going to put you down now.” Ross put his forehead to hers, making a pained noise as he carefully eased his still engorged cock from her body. She bit her lip to prevent herself from whimpering at the loss. He lowered her, and she heard a clicking noise as she stood onto shaking legs. Oh god, she still wore her heels. She looked down at her tattered clothes. “How could you?” She lightly smacked the side of his arm.
He frowned. “What did I do?” Ross repositioned a still rock hard cock back into his pants.
Becky swallowed thickly, remembering how it had felt deep inside her. “You destroyed my clothes. I have a patient arriving in two minutes.”
He tried to pull the scraps together but they were damaged beyond repair. “Oops,” he said while throwing her a lopsided grin. “I like you like this.” His eyes moved from one curve to the next. “Mmmm, I can’t wait to taste.” He licked the finger that had strummed her clit and made a sound of rapture. It should be creepy and gross her out, but just like with Rushe, she found herself reveling in the fact that he enjoyed her taste.
She shook her head, trying not to smile back. This was a disaster. She had a spare lab coat and the red heels on her feet but that was it. Becky walked to the closet and removed the coat. Ross made a low rumbling noise. When she turned her head to him, his eyes were firmly on her ass. “You are a vision.”
“If I don’t find something to wear and soon, I’ll be a vision to a lot of people.”
He frowned. “I don’t want any others looking at you.”
“Wait just a second.” She pulled on the coat, doing the buttons from top to bottom. It fell to just below her knees and was made from a thick cotton fabric so she was sufficiently covered. Her blouse sleeves still poked out at the ends so it looked like she was dressed underneath. “This”—she pointed from him to her and back again—“is all about the sex…rutting. Don’t get all possessive on me. You go back to your coven in the morning…no harm, no foul.”
“There will be no harm or foul…I will make you scream, but I will not hurt you, Becky. That much I can promise.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I meant. This thing”—she moved her hand between them again—“is just for tonight.”
“I have been granted permission for one night only. I leave in the morning.” His eyes darkened as they landed on her lips. “But, you are exclusively mine for the duration.”
“Fine,” she huffed. It’s not like Rushe would be making a sudden appearance or anything.
There was a knock at the door. “Your twelve thirty is here.”
“We will finish this later.” Ross winked.
Becky sighed, glancing down at her attire as he gave her his back and walked towards the door. She noticed that her panties were still around her ankle in a ripped mess. Ross clasped the door handle.
“Oh god.” Becky yanked them off, shoving them into her pocket. “Keep taking the medicine I prescribed, Mr….Ross, and you’ll be just fine.” She fell in behind him, trying to look as normal as possible.
“I plan to healer…Doctor Shaw.” Ross looked at her over his shoulder while grinning broadly. “I’ll take more this evening…again during the night and some more in the early hours of the morning…I must warn you though, doctor, I doubt it will help. I don’t think I can be cured.”
“You had better be,” she managed to choke out.
Elisabeth still looked pale.
“Goodbye.” Ross winked at her, then made for the door in determined strides.
“Goodbye, beautiful.” Griffin addressed Elisabeth, who smiled shyly while blushing profusely. He too made for the front exit.
“Has my twelve thirty just arrived or has she been here a while?” She whispered when she was close enough to her receptionist who handed her the patient’s file. She would die if this uptight looking woman in the waiting area had just heard them go at it.
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