by Vivian Wood
Wyatt pulled back, his hands finding her hips, coming up to tease her breasts once more. In moments, Lucy was biting her lip and trying to hold in a moan. When he spoke, she could hear the cocky grin in his voice.
“I was just making a point. I bet I could use my tongue on that hot little clit of yours, bring you right to the edge, make you want it so bad that you’d give me anything I wanted as long as it meant you could come,” he told her. “I think you’ll let me pop your cherry sooner or later. You’re going to love it when I fuck that tight little ass, aren’t you?”
Some little voice in the back of her brain told her that she should be mad, should rail against his tone and attitude, but the rest of her loved it. Wyatt knew just what to say to make her body clench and throb, and he was aware of it, too.
That thought made the logical part of Lucy surface, and she knew that two could play that game. Wyatt was every bit as horny as she was, and turnabout was fair play. Lucy pushed against the house, forcing him back a step, and then she turned in his arms.
The smirk dropped from his face, leaving only naked hunger as Lucy slid one arm around his neck and rubbed her breasts against his chest. She curled her free hand around his cock, licking her lips and staring him right in the eye as she gave his cock a long, firm stroke, swirling her thumb over the thick crown to spread around the moisture she found there. Gathering every bit of bravado she could muster, she talked dirty right back to him.
“You’re so hard for me right now,” she said, never breaking eye contact. “God, I bet you can’t wait to fuck me. It’s been over a year for me, so I’m probably tighter than anything you’ve ever had, maybe too tight for such a big cock—”
Lucy never got to finish her taunts. Wyatt pulled her hand from his erection and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder caveman-style. He strode into the house without a moment’s hesitation.
“I can walk!” Lucy protested, then squealed when Wyatt’s big hand landed on her ass with a rough slap.
“I think you’ve said plenty,” Wyatt growled. “I don’t know where you learned to talk like that, but if you’re going to talk like that, you’re going to get fucked. Hard.”
His words had the intended effect of rendering Lucy speechless. In the next moment, Wyatt stepped into the bedroom and tossed Lucy down onto the bed, giving her a hard glare.
“I should make you suck my cock as punishment for your dirty little mouth,” he said, stroking his erection as he stared down at her. “Make you learn how to take me all the way to your throat.”
Lucy’s eyes widened, but Wyatt just sighed.
“You’re lucky I can’t wait that long,” he told her flatly.
Releasing himself, he beckoned her with two long fingers.
“Come here,” he said. “Face me, with your ass on the edge of the bed.”
He stood stock still as Lucy complied, scooting closer. Wyatt nudged her knees apart and stood between them, his cock dangerously close to her face as he stroked her breasts, pinching her nipples. To her surprise, he gave her a gentle push, pressing her back onto the mattress, then dropped to his knees before her.
“Oh… you don’t have to—” Lucy started, trying to close her knees against his sudden nearness.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop talking?” Wyatt muttered, nipping the flesh of her inner thigh, making her gasp. “Like I’m not going to taste my mate when I finally get to fuck her?”
Lucy stilled at his use of the word mate. Wyatt’s lips brushed the top of her mound, and she jumped.
“Relax for me, baby. I know you need me to make you come,” Wyatt said, using two fingers to spread her lower lips wide. Lucy had never let anyone do this to her before, and she felt more vulnerable than she liked.
The second that the tip of Wyatt’s tongue slid up her folds and circled her clit, Lucy almost bowed off the bed. The sensation was so intense, making her clit throb with want. Her womb tightened, feeling full and warm.
Wyatt flicked his tongue with practiced ease, swirling and sucking and making a huge amount of noise that Lucy found strangely exciting. He moaned against her flesh, sending white-hot jolts of electricity through her body. Tension built inside her body, making her legs quiver, making her fingernails dig into the bed. Her back arched, tilting her hips down to just the right spot.
“Oh, I’m…” Lucy murmured. She was close, so close…
Wyatt slid two fingers into her channel, fast and hard, flicking his fingertips against her inner wall. Lucy detonated with a shout, going blank for a moment as hot pleasure sizzled through every nerve ending.
She sagged when Wyatt withdrew, dropping a very wet kiss on her inner thigh.
“That was…” Lucy paused, trying to think of how to phrase her contentment.
“Amazing? Don’t worry, you’re going to be coming again in a few minutes,” Wyatt said as he stretched out on the bed, looking satisfied.
“You are so cocky,” Lucy said, rolling her eyes.
Wyatt deliberately dropped his gaze to his erection, laying thick and long against his belly. He fisted it and gave it a casual stroke, raising a brow.
“You’re about to find out why I deserve to be cocky,” he intoned. “Now come here, woman.”
Lucy wriggled up next to him. Wyatt thrust his fingers into her curly hair, holding her still as he gave her a deep, deliberate kiss. Letting her taste her sweet musk on his tongue. He released her only to drag her atop his body, guiding her up until he caught the tip of her breast with his lips.
“Mmmm,” Lucy said, shifting to straddle him, pressing her breast into the wet heat of his mouth. Wyatt worked his tongue over her nipple, making that delicious tension begin to rise in her body once more. By the time he dropped back against the mattress, Lucy was growing desperate for more of him.
“Lucy,” he said, gripping her waist. “I want you to be on top, just at first. You weren’t wrong earlier about being so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Lucy looked down at him, at the blatant need evident on his handsome face, clashing with the concern in his eyes. She bit her lip and nodded, watching as Wyatt licked his lips in anticipation. Wyatt held up a finger, indicating that she should wait, then reached for the night stand.
“Condom,” he said. Lucy was shocked to realize that she’d completely forgotten their little deal.
“Right,” she said. She gave him a quick smile and surprised him by snatching the foil packet from his fingertips. She opened it and took his erection in one hand, expertly smoothing the condom down his length with the other hand.
“Good girl,” Wyatt groaned, thrusting into her hand.
Lucy moved so that the thick head of his cock brushed her entrance. She took him in, inch by slow inch, huffing out a breath when she reached the halfway point.
“You’re too big,” she moaned.
“Move up and down a little,” Wyatt told her, his body tense with the effort of keeping still. “Take it slow. I promise that I will reward you.”
Cheeks warming, Lucy rose and pressed herself down, rose and pressed, biting her lip as Wyatt’s enormous length and girth stretched her body, almost to the point of pain. When she was nearly to the base of Wyatt’s cock, he groaned and gripped her hips, thrusting up the last couple of inches and making Lucy cry out.
“Sorry, baby,” Wyatt said, pulling her down for a long, deep kiss that left her breathless.
He released her lips, pushing her back upright, and used his thumb to find her clit. Wyatt’s gaze bored into hers as he rubbed gentle circles against her flesh, making her nipples harden. Her momentary discomfort was forgotten, and she couldn’t stay still any longer.
Lucy rocked her hips, softly at first, and then harder. She sucked in deep breaths, amazed at the feel of Wyatt in her body. He filled her so deeply, his cock touching every single sensitive inch of flesh, lighting her up from the inside out.
“Fuck it,” Wyatt mumbled, wrapping an arm around her waist and flipping them both over on the bed.
The second Lucy’s ass hit the bed, Wyatt slid so deep inside her that Lucy clenched and convulsed, her overstimulated body coming close to the brink of orgasm.
“Oh god,” she moaned.
Wyatt grasped her hips in his big hands, pumping into her in short, controlled thrusts.
“Damn, Luce,” he cursed, muscles rippling in his arms and torso as he moved.
Lucy could see the tension building, both in Wyatt and between them. She forced her eyes to remain open so she could watch him, a look of infinite male satisfaction on his face as he fucked her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
He moved his hand to the apex of her thighs, teasing her clit with his thumb as he worked in and out of her body, his breathing harsh and heavy. Sweat shone on his magnificent body, and Lucy couldn’t stop touching him, her nails raking his arms and shoulders.
Wyatt pinched her clit without warning, and Lucy bucked and let out a short scream as she shattered, her eyes rolling up in her head. Wyatt didn’t hesitate for a second, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder and sweeping a hand under her ass, lifting her up. The new angle was so deep and so intense that Lucy’s body shook, breath shuddering in her chest.
The head of Wyatt’s cock hit that perfect spot inside her body, caressing her inner walls and making her pleasure-shocked body clench and contract. Wyatt let his control slip, fucking her with deep, wild strokes, his expression stormy and fierce.
“I’m going to—” was as much as Lucy got out before she came again, straining and crying out his name as every single inch of her body clenched and flushed, driving her past some unseen limit.
“Fuck, Luce. Fuck, you’re too good,” Wyatt gritted out, slamming his hips into her body, his cock growing impossibly harder. After a moment he jerked hard, pulsing inside her, spilling his seed. “Yes, yes, fuck!”
Lucy was undone as Wyatt toppled over her, holding himself up with his forearms, caging her with his body. His lips found hers, his kiss slow and intimate, tender. He sucked in a deep breath and pulled out with a sigh, crashing onto his side and pulling her close.
“Damn, Luce. You almost killed me,” he said, reaching out to push back the wild, damp curls that stuck to her forehead.
Lucy gave a breathless chuckle and kissed him again, contentment filling her chest. She wanted to save this moment, trap it somehow and keep it forever. She lay in his arms for what felt like hours, basking in the aftermath of the magic they’d made together.
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Thirteen
Lucy woke from her light doze, sitting straight up in the bed, wondering why she was alone.
“FUCK!!” Wyatt’s voice erupted from the open bathroom door, making Lucy’s heart skip a full beat.
She was on her feet in an instant, finding him standing in the bathroom, staring at something he held in his hand.
“What’s wrong?” she demanded, her stomach sinking.
“Fucking condom broke,” Wyatt growled, throwing the piece of latex in the trash. “God damn it.”
“Wyatt, you know I’m on birth control,” Lucy said, trying to calm him down. She reached out and grabbed his hand, tugging him back into the bedroom. “It’s not a big deal.”
When Wyatt looked at her, his expression was anguished, but he didn’t reply.
“Let’s get ready to go back to Seattle, okay?” she said, giving him a quick hug.
Wyatt gave her a stiff nod and dressed in brusque movements, repacking his suitcase quickly.
“I’m going to get the car ready,” he mumbled, vanishing from the room.
Lucy sighed and got dressed, pulling on jeans and a light sweater. She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her own suitcase, then followed him outside. Wyatt froze when he saw her, his expression turning dark in an instant.
“Why are you wearing that?” he said, thrusting a finger at her red cashmere sweater.
“Uh… it’s cold?” she said, giving him an odd look. She went around to the back of his Escalade and put her suitcase in the trunk, then closed it. When she looked back at him, he was still staring at her.
“You should change. That sweater is bad luck,” he told her.
Lucy crossed her arms.
“I’ve worn this twice since I’ve known you. It’s not bad luck,” she insisted. “Besides, I like it. My mom gave it to me last Christmas.”
Wyatt favored her with a fiery glare, then shook his head and climbed into the driver’s seat, slamming his car door. Lucy got in the car and turned on the radio, ignoring Wyatt’s sudden foul mood.
Weren’t men supposed to be chipper after they got laid? she thought. Not that Wyatt’s a normal man in any other respect, I guess.
They were both silent the whole ride back, absorbed in their own thoughts. Lucy finally broke the silence when they were less than a mile from her house.
“Do you mind if we stop at the grocery store? I think I might need a glass of wine,” Lucy said.
She could actually see Wyatt’s knuckles whiten on the steering wheel.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, staring straight ahead.
“Hey,” she said, touching his knee. “Everything is okay. We just have to live our lives, Wy. We can’t always be jumping at shadows.”
Wyatt glanced at her for a second, then relented.
“Alright, but you’ll stay in the car while I go in. Deal?”
Lucy gave him a soft smile.
“Deal.”
Wyatt pulled into the parking lot of Lucy’s preferred grocery store, and she smiled again. He knew where she liked to get her wine, apparently.
“Lock the doors,” he said, shooting her a serious look.
“Yes, master,” Lucy teased.
He climbed out and closed the door, raising a brow. Lucy locked the car, settling back in the seat. Wyatt pointed a finger at her, taking a couple of steps backward, a smile lifting his lips.
In the next second, a dark-clad figure appeared behind him, swinging a baseball bat. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, Lucy’s mouth opening, Wyatt moving backward, a familiar face emerging from the shadows.
Kurt Hughes was back, and he was going to hurt Lucy’s mate. She heard a low, guttural sound, and realized it was coming from her chest, a vicious snarl. She tried to move, but her limbs were leaden, while Kurt was moving much, much too fast.
Wyatt tensed a second before the bat hit the back of his skull. Lucy screamed as Wyatt crumpled like a rag doll, falling forward.
“NO!” she howled, floored.
Lucy clawed at the door, scrambling to unlock it. She climbed out, frantic, unsure what to do. Kurt Hughes stood staring down at Wyatt, chest heaving. He dropped the bat, so Lucy took a step toward him, hands shaking.
“Kurt… I’m right here. We can leave,” she blurted out, trying to pull the man’s attention from Wyatt. Wyatt groaned loudly, shaking his head and moving a little.
“I have to, Lucille,” the madman told her.
Lucy started to correct him about her name, then stopped. He was completely insane, and her name wasn’t the issue she needed to tackle right now. In fact, she had to calm him, not aggravate him.
“Kurt—” she began.
“I have to kill him. You see that, don’t you? I can’t let him keep us apart,” Kurt said, cocking his head at an odd angle. The madness in his eyes turned Lucy’s heart to ice.
“You don’t have do to that, Kurt. We can go anywhere you want, do whatever you want,” she said, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes.
“No, no. You love him. I can tell. I’m not stupid,” he said. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a wicked-looking knife, mumbling to himself.
“I don’t! I don’t, I swear!” Lucy said, her voice rising as panic clawed at her chest. “Please, Kurt. Uh… if you’re caught, we couldn’t be together. That’s what I fear. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
Kurt looked between Lucy and Wyatt for a second, then grinned and shook his head.
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nbsp; “You’re smart, that’s why I like you so much,” he said, almost conversationally. “Dr. Lucy. I can tell you’re lying, though. I can tell.”
“Kurt, no!” Lucy said.
Kurt dropped onto Wyatt’s body, plunging the knife into Wyatt’s back. Lucy’s mind jumped a dozen steps ahead, and she ran for the car, flinging the door open and grabbing her purse. She dumped the contents out and grabbed the gun, feeling a strange numbness spreading through her veins.
Kurt was rising from Wyatt’s still body as Lucy moved back toward him. He saw the gun and paled, raising the knife.
“D-dont, Lucille. Don’t make me hurt you,” he said, looking scared.
“You’ve killed him. You’ve killed me,” Lucy said, her lips moving of their own accord.
Kurt’s lips pulled back in a sneer and he raised the knife, taking a step toward Lucy. Lucy squeezed her finger against the trigger. Once, twice. The sound was deafening, the gun jerking in her hand, the feel of hot metal startling her. Kurt went down with a scream, clutching his thigh.
Lucy released the gun and let it fall to the ground, launching herself at Wyatt. She went into doctor mode even as tears threatened to overwhelm her, checking his pulse and examining the three large stab wounds in his lower back. She knew what those wounds meant, that there was almost no chance that Wyatt would survive.
Lucy ripped off her red sweater with a sob. Pushing back the self-incriminations that poured into her brain, pushing back her fear and fury, she staunched his wounds the best she could. She saw several people approaching, and called out to them.
“Call 911, please!” she shouted, unable to look away from Wyatt. Her mate, her love, lying beside her on the pavement, his life force bleeding away, his pulse growing weak.
Lucy carefully turned him over. She started CPR even as she began to pray, to beg God aloud, desperate for a miracle, knowing that it was impossible. Wyatt’s pulse faded as she worked on him, and it was then that she truly understood his fears.
With Wyatt dead, Lucy could never hope to survive.
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