“Are being watched.”
She pushed at his chest. “You said you’d tell me why he’s here.”
“And I will—when I know,” he drawled.
Stasia gasped. “You don’t know?” Her voice rose. “You led me on.”
His gaze pierced hers. “You thought you could get what you wanted by giving me sex.”
Her brow creased as she scowled. “So what? I have to lie with you anyway.”
“It’s not enough, Stasia,” he said, his throat tight, fighting the overpowering need she inspired. But why her? He nuzzled under her jaw and growled, “I want you howling in my arms.”
“I already did,” she gritted out.
“I don’t think so.” He nipped her earlobe. “I would have awakened with the sound ringing in my ears.”
She shoved him. “Let me up.”
Her scent was strong, ripe—arousal perfumed the cream seeping from her body. She could deny him until Christmas, but he knew her body wanted this.
He settled more heavily upon her. “Not yet. I’m still hungry.” He nudged her again, but when her legs pressed in at his sides, trying to close access, he pulled away. They both knew he was stronger, and he could overcome her physically, but he wanted her participation this time. He rose up on his arms and quickly moved down her body, nipping her collar bone and the top of a breast as he went.
Frantic now, she slapped his shoulders and pulled hard on his hair, but he clamped his lips around a spiking nipple and bit.
Stasia cried out and clawed at his back. When he didn’t let go, she yanked harder on his hair…but her legs rubbed restlessly against his.
Alec growled in smug satisfaction. He’d found the key to her passion. The little wolf-bitch liked to play games. Releasing her nipple, he pried her hands from his hair and stretched them above her head. “So you like it rough, baby?”
“Bastard. I don’t like it any way with you,” she spat, her body shivering beneath his. Her expression was fierce and unrelenting, but her pungent arousal grew stronger.
“Liar,” he whispered. “Was Max rough? Is that what you miss?”
Her mouth tightened. “I don’t miss Max. Get off me.”
He rasped his chin across her nipple. “Not until I have my due.” Then he opened his mouth wide and sucked as much of her plump breast into his mouth as he could hold. With one hand holding her wrists away, he dragged the other down her body, following the honed and rippling muscles of her abdomen and hips. Arching his middle over her, he made room to sink his fingers between her legs and into her silky, slick cunt.
Her body betrayed her instantly. Stasia’s hot pussy released a gush of molten excitement that coated the fingers shoving deep inside her.
Alec groaned, pleased beyond words at her response. His own body reacted to her quickening pulse with a hardening that threatened to release the wolf. He let go first of her breast then her hands and scooted further down her body. When his nose nudged her pussy, Stasia whimpered but her thighs spread wide.
Pulling out his fingers, he parted her dripping flesh and tongued the edges of the thin quivering lips, while dipping between to lave the cream her body offered. His tongue lapped inside, sliding over the silken folds, stretching to caress her inner walls as her hips jerked and rolled beneath his mouth.
He spread her sex wider and pressed a thumb to pull up the delicate skin shrouding her hardened clit. Exposed and engorged, it ripened further as Alec rubbed his thumb in ever-tightening circles. A sliver of moonlight revealed the swollen pink lips below were darkening as her passion increased.
“Too much. Alec, it’s too much,” she keened.
He tongued her clit and murmured, “Are you sensitive here?”
“Please, Alec,” she sobbed. “Please stop.”
Regret thrust a shard of ice into his chest. “Can’t, baby.” Even if I could. “I’m hard as a rock—ready to explode if I don’t have you now.”
“I hate you,” she said, her voice hoarse.
“Do you?” Maybe she does. “I don’t give a damn as long as you want me,” he lied, plucking her clit between his thumb and finger.
Her belly and legs vibrated, and she hiccoughed. “I don’t want you.”
“Liar.” Alec crawled up her slender body, sliding his skin over hers, eliciting shivers as his chest hair grazed her inner thighs, her belly, and her breasts. “Little liar,” he whispered again, settling his hips between her widespread legs.
When his cock poised at her sucking entrance, he rose on his arms and stared down into her moist eyes.
“Just get it fucking over with,” she said, her voice and face tight.
But her pussy caressed the head of his cock. Her eyes widened as she tilted her hips just high enough to capture more of him.
A flush of anger heated his skin. The little bitch would never give him an inch—but he could take—and she’d love it. To prove his point, he speared into her, hard and sharp.
Stasia gasped and convulsed around him, her cunt rippling, squeezing—her channel tightening along his shaft to pull him deeper.
He lunged his hips, tunneling deep, and then arched to withdraw and slam back inside. The tug and pull became relentless, instinctive motions—again, again, and again.
Her silken sheath caressed his shaft. Her hips tilted higher to take him deeper still. Her hands clutched his buttocks, her nails spearing his skin. All the while her head thrashed restlessly as she snarled her defiance.
Inflamed by her growling response, he pounded into her tight cunt with little rhythm or grace, answering a need to mark her, stretch her, brand her as his with each deep, hard stroke. And yet, he wanted to be deeper still.
He pulled away and flipped her onto her stomach.
Stasia came to her knees and bolted forward to escape, but Alex understood now. He grasped her hips and steadied her for just a moment, and then slammed inside her again.
She screamed and clawed at the ground in front of her, cursing his name.
But Alec hammered at her, so sharp his belly and thighs slapped her skin, the sound joining the wet slurping of their sexes gliding together, and their moans as they raced toward the finish.
“Alec—”
“Baby, I want your howls.”
“Never, bastard!”
Alec had a moment of doubt, so anguished was her cry—but then she howled, her pussy clasping his cock hard as she slammed back to meet his strokes. Her inner muscles dragged at his dick, sucking him into her body. Let her try to deny she wants me now.
His knees ground into the dirt, his thighs hardening to stone as he hammered faster.
Stasia’s cries grew choppy, breathless, and her shoulders slumped to the ground.
Alec reached around her belly, fingers plucking a breast and tapping her clit.
Her bottom lifted into his hips, giving him deeper access, and she squirmed to press as close to his groin she could get.
Christ! She was tight and hot as hell. Cream smeared her thighs and his.
Then his balls erupted, pushing cum through his cock to jet deep into her body. His howl joined hers, wrapping around her cry as his body hunched over hers, and ended when his teeth gripped her shoulder.
He held her like that for long moments afterward, rocking his hips against her bottom, his arms encircling her belly so tightly she gasped for breath.
When her arms shook with the effort to hold them both up, he relaxed his grip and disengaged his teeth. “Are you all right?” he asked, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder.
She nodded, her chest expanding with her deep breaths. “Now, will you get off me?” she said, her voice shaking.
She’d done it again. Made him feel like a ravaging beast when he knew this was exactly what she’d wanted. His fingers bit into a breast, punishing her for rejecting him again. “Why, Stasia?”
“I’m going to be eating dirt if you don’t get your weight off my back.”
Still stuffed deep inside her, he lifted and sat ba
ck on his haunches, bringing her with him. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
She remained stiff and unyielding in his arms. “I should ask you the same thing. Why?” She drew in a deep, jagged breath. “I’m not what you’ve been searching for. I’m not really what you want.”
Alec gripped her chin and turned her so their gazes met. “What the fuck are you talking about? What do you think I’m doing here?”
She lifted an eyebrow, disdain curving her lips. “Getting a workout? Maybe, getting a little revenge on Max?”
“That’s not true,” he said, frustration roughening his voice.
“No?” Her gaze swept down to where his hands bracketed her chest and slowly back up again. When her glance met his, raw, painful anger shone in her eyes. “Then tell me you haven’t been looking for a way into the vamp headquarters to get at that breeder.”
It took effort to keep his gaze level. “I haven’t been back,” he hedged.
“That doesn’t mean you haven’t been keeping tabs. You’re just waiting for her to drop her vampire cubs before you take her.”
“If I take her, that won’t mean I want her. I have to mate with her.”
“And what about me? When you have her in your bed, where will that leave me?”
Did she care, or was pride the source of the ragged note in her voice? “I won’t abandon you,” he said softly.
Pain, raw and honest shone in her dark eyes. “Then tell me you don’t need her.”
“I don’t want her,” he said, holding her gaze. “But the clan needs her womb.”
“Why does she have to bear your children?”
“Because I’m the alpha. And because I’m strongest, I’m the best hope for our clan’s existence.”
“And if I were a breeder, would you need her?”
The poignant note in her voice caused a tightening in his chest. “Well, you’re not. You’ll never bear children. Should I ignore our ways? I’m not my brother. I won’t turn my back on my clan.” He cupped her chin, not letting her turn from his gaze. “I won’t turn my back on you.”
“But you left before…with Max.” Her expression was defiant, but that sexy upper lip trembled.
He stroked her lip with his thumb. “I didn’t have anyone keeping me here.”
She drew back her head, ending the caress. “Did you love me then?”
His glance slipped away. “I cared. I didn’t like that he left you without ever looking back. He was harsh, but at the time we both had a mission.”
Her gaze narrowed. “You liked to watch us make love. Me and Max. And not just once.”
His arms tightened around her. “Didn’t look like love to me.”
“Does this look like love?” she said, pointing to the indentions in her shoulder.
His hands bit into her belly, but he didn’t answer.
“Tell me,” she said, her voice roughening, “do you love me now?”
Alec drew in a deep breath. He’d never lie to her—even if it hurt. “Stasia, I’ll marry you.”
Her eyelids dipped, concealing the thoughts that shimmered in her almond eyes. Her lush upper lip lifted in a snarl. “No, thanks. Our bed would be too crowded,” she said, her tone flat. “Besides, I think I deserve more than obligation.”
“I’m not looking for a breeder for a wife. But I must honor our ways, protect our destiny.”
“Fine. I understand,” she said, her voice tight. She pried away his hands. “Same time tomorrow, Sheriff?”
Frustration, and more than a little guilt, had him heaving a deep sigh. “Dammit, Stasia.”
“Can’t have it both ways, Alec. You either love me or you don’t. You marry me or you seek your breeder. In the meantime, you owe me answers.” She rose off his lap and lifted her nose to the air. “I wonder how far from the station we are.”
He took a deep breath, not finding it easy to return to business conversation with his waning cock growing cold. “We have a long walk back.”
“Damn, and I’m sticky,” she said, thrusting a hand between her legs, a look of disgust wrinkling her forehead.
“That I can do something about.” He reached up and gripped her ass, pulling her toward him.
Her footsteps were leaden, but she came, her chin lifting to show her resentment.
This time, Alec’s hands coaxed rather than demanded, until she stood, legs braced apart, her pussy poised before his mouth. He bent to take the longest streaks of fluid that had leaked down her legs and worked his way upward.
Her rigid stance relaxed, and she swayed, angling her legs apart, begging him silently to come to her center.
Relief, and an emotion he’d sooner tamp deep inside, swept over him. He sucked her hot, swollen lips into his mouth, bathing them with his tongue, then cooled her hot flesh by blowing softly over them—offering an apology he couldn’t voice.
When her fingers threaded through his hair, he accepted the invitation without comment and licked between the folds, parting them gently. He massaged her pussy while he drank, thumbing her clit until she moaned and pulsed her thighs and hips, sliding her cunt against his mouth and tongue, faster and faster.
Alec resisted her growing insistence and drew out her arousal, sucking on her until she squirmed and begged. “Please, Alec. Please.”
The begging earned her completion, and he fluttered his tongue on her clit and suckled it, not stopping until she groaned and collapsed against him.
Alec hugged her body, resting his hot cheek against her belly until she remembered who he was and drew back.
Finally, he stood and grasped her hand to lead her from the forest. “Now, you’ve earned your answers.”
Chapter Five
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Stasia McGwyre fumed as she drew her blue jeans over her hips. Still sticky and hot, she knew the guys in the station would smell the scent of sex clinging to her body. They’d share smirks and knowing glances and think she was still the dutiful little bitch to the clan’s alpha male.
She’d been there. Done that. With Max when he’d had his choice of mates.
When her brother Todd had been the ranking male, her stature as his familial female had raised her above the sniffing of the local dogs. Now, she was back to square one.
And all because another Weir crooked his finger to make her his.
Alec finished dressing and leaned against her pickup, watching as she drew on her boots. Her fingers shook and her stomach jumped, not wanting to lean over and present a view he couldn’t resist exploring. It didn’t take much to turn on the horn-dog.
She berated herself for betraying her attraction in the woods. Having fought hard to wrest control of her passionate nature, she hated Alec for the ease with which he’d knocked down her walls.
The man who had the power to arouse her had the power to destroy her, unless she could tip the scales in her favor.
“Didn’t take you nearly as long to get those off,” he grumbled.
Stasia gave him a chilling stare, but his lips lifted in a grin. She straightened and strode toward the station house without replying. He was trying to draw her into another argument, and she wasn’t going to be led. He might have power over her body, but she controlled what went on inside her head.
It seemed all the deputies on duty, and even a few who worked the early morning shift, had gathered in the station. When Stasia and Alec drew near, their conversation halted and they looked up, excitement tightening their features.
Her brother Todd gave her a quick once-over, and his lips thinned in disapproval.
Stasia glared and tilted her chin, pretending indifference. But she couldn’t resist lifting a hand to her hair, wondering if she still had leaves clinging to the strands.
“They’re both in the pit, waiting for you, Sheriff,” Todd said, a note of insolence in his voice. Todd still smarted at how easily an accountant had bested him in the trial.
Alec nodded, not seeming to notice his deputy’s disrespect, and continued past the line of office
rs. “Get out on the road,” he threw over his shoulder. “Make sure we don’t have more bloodsuckers making their way into town.”
Stasia followed on his heels as he headed away, staying quiet so as not to underline her presence. She had to get into the pit to see for herself.
The steps down into the basement of the one-hundred-twenty year-old station house were narrow and lit by a single naked light bulb. The air was moist and smelled slightly of mildew. Stasia sniffed and caught two other distinctive scents below.
One she’d know anywhere if she lived to be a thousand years old. The other, a mix of masculine musk and elusive almond corpse, was a smell she hadn’t experienced often, living this deep in were-held territory.
A vampire. Max truly had dared to commit the offense!
Her heart pounded faster, and she had to consciously rein in her were-beast, lurking just beneath the surface. She followed Alec past storage cages to the specially designed cell at the end of the basement, fighting the urge turning on the tap of liquid lust that seeped a slow drip between her legs.
Thick steel bars, set deep in concrete, ringed a dark cell. Alec flicked on a light shaded to shine directly into the faces of the two captives.
“Dammit, Alec. Are we still playing games?” Max growled.
That deep-throated rumble made her body weep faster. Stasia couldn’t help it. She reminded herself Max wasn’t the wolf she’d known before, but her body remembered the sex, and her panties drenched.
Unforgettable, harsh, uber-alpha sex.
“Who’s playing?” Alec murmured and leaned back against the wall in mocking indifference. “I’m here. So, talk first. Then I’m going to dust your buddy.”
“Now, you wait a damn minute!” Max stalked across the cell to stand as close to Alec as steel would allow. “We’re here for a reason. This concerns the clan.”
“You know the rules, brother. And you knew what you risked when you brought that parasite here.” He canted his head. “Hell, you know you’re not any more welcome around here than he is—unless he’s your peace offering.”
“Alec…” Max’s voice trailed off in warning.
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