by Wood, Vivian
Two clever fingertips found her swollen, tender clit. Aurelia cried out, desperate and wanting.
“Like this?” he asked, brushing in a gentle circle. “Tell me what you like, little one.”
“Fast, faster,” she said, her voice breaking.
His fingers moved, tracing around her clit in quick circles now. She couldn’t hold still, her hips rocking into his touch.
“Lucas, yes!” she cried, one hand moving up to his shoulder while the other went to the railing to steady herself. She wanted to spread her legs for him, she wanted him to be fucking her, she wanted his mouth on her breasts, she wanted to ride him like a prized stallion.
As she neared her climax, though, he slowed.
“Don’t stop!” she ordered, close to growling.
“You can’t cum yet, little one,” Lucas purred.
“No!” she barked, aware that it didn’t make any sense.
“I have to taste you, Aurelia. I need you on my tongue when you burst into bloom. I’m going to lick and suck you and fuck you with my fingers, just so I can get you ready for my cock,” he said, his eyes a dangerously stormy silver.
His fingers still teased her, but he clearly wasn’t going to give her any more like this.
She reached up to unfasten her halter top, but he withdrew and grabbed her wrists.
“Lucas!” she said, her words a plea, a reprimand, a query.
“Not here,” he said. “I’m taking you upstairs.”
She made a pained noise of protest, but he merely grinned and took her by the shoulders. Spinning her around, he faced her toward the huge glass sliding door. Ben and Walker were just on the other side of the door, watching with avid interest. They were both a scant inch from having their faces pressed against the glass like two little boys.
“Oh!” Aurelia hiccuped. “Oh, no.”
“I’m going to have you to myself the first time,” Lucas said, pulling her back against his chest to whisper in her ear. His hands shaped her waist as he propelled her into walking forward.
Ben and Walker realized they’d been made and vanished, gone before Aurelia reached the door.
Lucas chuckled and released her, opening the door and ushering her inside and into the kitchen.
“I can’t believe they watched us!” Aurelia protested, blushing.
“No doubt they’re both in their suites, reliving the experience with themselves in my place,” Lucas said, his delight sinful.
Aurelia paused, catching sight of the mound of paperwork on the kitchen island. Another copy of her contract, she saw. Multiple copies thoughtfully provided so that Lucas could pick the perfect moment to ask her to sign away her freedom.
“What?” Lucas asked, catching her shift in mood.
“It’s just- I mean, should I…” she said, gesturing to the contract. Did he need her to sign it before he could be intimate? For a man who asked for trust, it would be a low blow.
Aurelia didn’t feel the need to mention that she’d already signed the copy she’d found in her room. She could let him dangle for a bit, she thought.
“No! No,” Lucas said, steering her away from the contract and into the den.
“I didn’t know if… I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head.
“You’re buying the car. You can test drive it all you want,” he said, reaching out and taking her hand.
“So you’re a car now?” she asked, relief seeping into her thoughts.
“A very expensive, sexy car. Yeah.”
“I see. So what’s the next part of the buying experience?” Aurelia teased, giving him a smile. He was being very sweet, considering the business end of their deal. She had signed a contract to essentially be his groupie, he didn’t have to be nice on top of it. It helped, though.
“The next part?” he asked, looking mischievous.
She opened her mouth to make a smart retort, but Lucas bent and grabbed her by the waist instead. Hoisting her, he ignored her squawking noises and threw her over his shoulder.
“I’ll show you,” he promised.
5
Chapter 5
“What are you doing? Where are we— put me down!” Aurelia squealed, huffing. She struggled in his hold, making Lucas excited and bringing his wolf to the fore.
Lucas was across the den and up the stairs in a flash, carrying her into the hallway of their suite and past her bedroom and sitting room. He brought her to his bedroom door, barely paused at the threshold.
Nudging the door open, he carried her inside and dropped her on the bed. Scrambling to her knees, Aurelia looked around.
“My room,” Lucas explained, unabashed. It did suit him; all navy blue and dark wood, with dark curtains drawn against the sun. Bookshelves lined nearly every inch of the walls, and the furniture was heavy and antique. There were several maps and globes, annotated and ancient.
Aurelia was looking around at his things, taking it in with those bright eyes. She turned to him, pleased.
“I like it,” she said, giving him a slow smile. “It reminds me of being in the captain’s quarters of an old ship.”
“That’s very much the idea,” he said, kneeling on the bed next to her. Aurelia leaned back, her arms behind her and her breasts on display.
Lucas reached out, brushing his fingertips against her shoulder, down her arm. She shuddered, and he began again, from her shoulder to her collarbone and on down. His touch traced the outline of her breast, and he splayed his fingers to cup her there.
Heavy and full and warm, her breast felt perfect when she arched into his hand. He watched her, saw her eyes drift close and the way she bit her lip as she leaned into his touch. Her soft abandon was his undoing.
Lucas leaned in and brushed his lips over hers, seeking. He dropped his hand to pull her close, and drank in her quiet sigh of pleasure.
Her lips parted for him, the sweet heat of her mouth firing his blood. He pressed in, groaning as he slid his tongue against hers. Her arms went up about his neck, fingers digging into his hair. He gripped her hips, ran his hands over her back, wanting more. The kiss ignited between them, and soon they were both breathing hard.
Lucas broke the kiss, looking down at her. Her face was flushed, and she opened her eyes to turn that incredible sapphire gaze on him like a spotlight. Her expression accused him of denying her pleasure, and he would have laughed if he weren’t so on edge.
“Take your clothes off,” he said, all playfulness gone.
She obeyed, moving to kneel and pull up the hem of her dress. Raising it over her head, she shucked the dress in one smooth motion. Lucas stripped off his shirt, unbuttoned his jeans but left them on.
Aurelia was incredible in the lingerie he’d chosen for her. Twin scraps of transparent white silk covered her breasts and the juncture of her thighs, filmy lace in the fifties style he so loved.
The pale cream of her skin, the copper waterfall of her hair tumbling down over her shoulders and to her waist, those full lips and flashing blue eyes, the come-fuck-me expression on her face…
“You are by far the best decision I’ve ever made,” he said, reaching out and pulling the straps of her bra down her shoulders.
Aurelia smiled coyly, tossing her hair and moving to press her breasts forward. An invitation. He felt her gaze on his body, could see that his tightly muscled chest and shoulders pleased her.
“I want to touch you,” she said, scooting closer. She knelt before him, running her hands over his shoulders, his arms. Her eyes were on his face as she explored, hands skimming down his sides. He hissed as she bracketed his hips, thumbs dipping into the waistline of his jeans.
Their mouths met, and his hands dug into her hair. Her touch was everywhere, burning him. When her hand brushed his erection through his jeans, he bucked.
He pushed her back into the bed, pulling the thin material of her bra up to expose her breasts. Leaning down, he nuzzled her breasts, teasing them with the stubble on his chin. She cried out, and Lucas cupped her breasts
as he drew a nipple into his mouth.
Blowing, licking, and nipping at her breasts, rubbing them against his face, had his body tightening painfully. Moving down her body, he stripped away her panties and rubbed his palms up her thighs.
Parting her thighs, Lucas teased his way up from her knees with kisses, licks, and little brushes of his stubble. He paused to admire her rosy pink flesh, and found her wet and ready.
“Oh,” she said, hips undulating. “Oh, yes.”
Growling, he spread her wide with his fingers and nuzzled her. Her clean, sweet taste on his tongue made him moan, and he eagerly lapped up her wetness. His tongue found her clit and she cried out.
Swirling, lapping, and sucking at her clit had Aurelia bucking against his mouth. He swirled his fingertips at her core, and slid two fingers deep inside. He pumped his fingers in and out, pushing deep and curling to find her most sensitive spot. She tensed and quivered, and Lucas knew she was close.
“Fuck!” she called. He liked that she was so vocal, encouraged her by sucking her harder and working his fingers relentlessly.
All at once, she spasmed and broke against his mouth and fingers.
“Lucas!” she cried, wet heat gushing onto his face. He slowed as she moaned and began to relax, then he withdrew. Aurelia threw an arm over her face, panting to catch her breath.
Moving up to lie beside her, Lucas gently pushed her arm away from her face and pulled her in for a kiss. Her eyes were bright with pleasure, her face a lovely pink. She sat up a little and pulled her bra up and over her head, tossing it to the floor.
“So?” he asked, keeping his tone casual. “How is your test drive, so far?”
If possible, Aurelia blushed more deeply.
“I- well, it’s great. But…” she trailed off, still a little breathless.
“But?” he asked, cocking an incredulous brow.
“It’s not a test drive,” she said. “I already signed the contract, before I ever came downstairs.”
Warmth flooded him, and he leaned in to take her mouth again. She responded instantly, her kiss still hungry. He smiled into her kiss, enjoying her greed.
Her hand touched his hip again, then tugged at his waistband.
“Take these off,” she demanded.
“Yes, mistress,” he teased, stripping his pants off and throwing them off the bed.
Aurelia raised a brow at him.
“Commando?” she asked.
“Always,” he said, giving her a cocky grin.
She touched his hip again, admiring his nudity. Her fingertips teased his inner thigh, and he tightened up in anticipation.
“You’re so big,” she said, brushing her thumb over the crown of his cock. He cursed as a fat drop of precum leaked from the tip, and mirrored his desperate need to be inside her.
“Aurelia,” he warned, “Don’t tease me. I’ve waited for you for too long.”
Her hand encircled his cock, and he squeezed his eyes closed. The pleasure from her mere touch was so intense that he nearly came in her hand.
He grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
“I have to have you now,” he said, his eyes finding hers. He didn’t plead to anyone, damn it, but he needed to fuck his female now.
“Yes,” she whispered, pulling him down to her body.
Lucas positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing his cock over her clit and pressing the crown flush against her core.
“Now!” Aurelia said, and Lucas thrust deep into her body.
“Fuck!” he shouted. Hot and sinfully wet, he felt her stretch to accommodate his size.
He withdrew, plunged, withdrew.
“I’m sorry, I can’t wait,” he whispered, voice hoarse.
Aurelia gave him a satisfied smirk and rocked her hips under him, pulling him into a rhythm. He gripped her hips and pounded her hard, gritting his teeth as defense against the amazing feeling. Her sexy moans drove him crazy, the way her breasts bounced every time he pounded into her.
“Aurelia,” he said, cursing as she tightened around his cock. Her eyes were closed, her face tense, and she was panting as she met his every thrust, fucking him just as hard as he did her.
Suddenly she tensed and spasmed, crying out.
Her release stole the last of his control, and Lucas shouted her name. Pounding into her, he released hot gushes of seed inside her body. It went on and on, until Lucas was certain he would lose consciousness.
Falling to his side and pulling Aurelia to his side, Lucas lay and panted for breath. Aurelia burrowed into his embrace, and it was some time before he heard her stifled cry.
Pulling back, he looked at her in surprise.
“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” he said, anger rising to the surface. His wolf went on alert, wondering if perhaps there was some danger.
“No,” she said. “I mean, you didn’t-“
She broke off, sniffling and shaking her head.
“Tell me!” Lucas said, starting to rise.
“No, it’s just. I feel really good right now,” she said.
“You’re crying,” he said, frowning.
“It’s not… I just realized I haven’t felt safe in a long time,” she said.
“Oh,” he said, his frown deepening. That certainly wasn’t what he wanted to hear.
“I mean to say that I feel safe right now, here.”
“Oh,” he said. “I see. Well, you should. You’re going to be very well cared for here, Aurelia.”
Aurelia smiled up at him, and he had a momentary flash of the photo from her file, the sweet college girl she’d once been.
Lucas found himself thinking that she was exponentially more incredible in person.
“Thank you,” Aurelia said, tucking herself in against his body once more.
Lucas kissed her forehead, smiling to himself.
Contract or no contract, this felt right. They both drifted off, feeling more peaceful than they had in memory.
Taken By The Pack
6
Chapter 1
There was nothing quite like a long, hot bath after several days of marathon sex.
Aurelia Gilson stretched her long legs and yawned, slipping a fraction deeper into the lilac scented water of her bath. Curls of steam drifted from the water’s surface, and flower petals swirled about her shoulders and knees as she sunk down into the massive claw foot tub. She wiggled her toes and sighed, appreciating the bath’s rejuvenating effects.
Cocking her head, Aurelia admired the vibrant colors of the tattoos that adorned her upper arms, ribs, hips, and thighs. Even the tops of her feet were adorned, all seamless and high-quality work by some of the world’s best tattoo artists. She smiled at her beloved artwork, sinking back in the tub.
She was pretty sure that no one in history had ever appreciated a Monday morning as much as she was, currently. The weekend had been both rocky and magnificent; one minute she’d been pulled off the street in India and flown back to the States, the next minute she’d been running full-out in her wolf form in the gorgeous forests surrounding Asheville, N.C. Not to mention falling half in love with an insanely hot and sexually insatiable werewolf. That bit was important, too.
Aurelia was still a little in shock over the fact that billionaire Lucas Kiern had basically kidnapped her, dragged her back to the States, and made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. In exchange for a year of her companionship, Lucas had offered to take care of Aurelia’s pages-long rap sheet of cyber crime warrants, plus protect her family from any fallout that Aurelia might have incurred. Oh, and he was paying her a boatload of cash, too. The contract, inked just days ago, had probably literally saved Aurelia’s life.
Her wolf stirred, letting Aurelia know just how pleased she was with this arrangement. Though Aurelia had only been with alpha wolf Lucas for a short time, her wolf was ready to roll over and beg Lucas to take her as a mate, knock her up, and keep her forever.
Aurelia rolled her eyes, telling her wolf to put a sock in it. Sure
, Lucas had turned on the charm this week; he’d already given her several letters from foreign justice departments that announced the dropping of any charges in her name. He’d quizzed her about her likes and dislikes down to the tiniest detail, asked every question that he hadn’t already answered before she’d arrived.
Thus the lilacs in her bath water, the giant stainless refrigerator downstairs filled with her favorite juice (apple, spinach, kale, and lemon, not something you could just pick up at the store) and snacks, the fact that the gorgeous bathroom she was in now had been repainted a bright canary yellow because she’d mentioned that she favored the color…
And the tiny detail that she’d woken up alone, but with a stunning diamond necklace around her neck. The necklace was heavy enough that Aurelia didn’t even want to guess what it had cost. She’d jumped out of bed, thrown on one of Lucas’s t-shirts, and had gone in search of answers. Lucas, of course, was nowhere to be found.
She’d giggled to herself when she realized she would simply have to make do with making a french press full of this fantastic coffee Lucas imported from Peru and lying on one of the giant couches while binge-watching an old season of America’s Next Top Model. All while wearing a hundred thousand dollars’ worth of diamonds.
Then came the real blow, when she’d wandered into her room and found a brand new Mac laptop with a note that simply read, “Open me”. When she’d booted up the laptop, a video chat window had popped up and automatically connected her with her brother Edgar.
Edgar, whom she deeply loved but hadn’t spoken to in over three years. She’d had to cut their ties in order to protect him from all the blowblack when she’d managed to piss off the Saudis, New Zealand, and all of Interpol in a single week by hacking a massive financial data center that provided government-level loans. The hacking job had paid her well, but nothing could have been worth the cost of losing contact with Edgar.
When she’d seen his face on the screen, when he’d explained that Lucas had told him everything and that Edgar both understood and forgave her… when he brought his sixteen month-old daughter Magdalena onscreen to meet her aunt for the first time…
