“Get the fuck away from me,” I growl, baring my teeth as they grow, readying for a fight. I’m guessing her Master is that dumb fuck who I ran over yesterday, and I really don’t feel like finding out what he wants with my mate. She throws her head back, laughing at me, and the sound of it spurs my wolf to come to the surface. My hand shifts as I bring it up and swipe at her, the sharp, razor like claws of my Berserker form slashing through her, and she turns to smoke before me.
The force of my swing sends me forward, and, as if in slow motion, I find myself falling, the ideas and memories that blasted woman had spurred still swirling through my mind as my chest connects with Rowena’s shoulder and my vision goes black. What the hell just happened?
“What the fuck, Blaine?” I hear while feeling struggling underneath me, but my eyes seem like they are cemented shut from sleep and all I can do is groan as Row swears at me some more, her warm hands pushing at my chest and face. Finally, my eyes comply with my brain, forcing them open and I see her frustrated expression as she tries to push my dead weight from her body, and I have to chuckle to myself. She hears and feels it, though, and her palms slap into my cheeks.
“Get off me you asshole.” She struggles to get out from under me, as I’m probably crushing her chest, and I laugh some more, no doubt making her angry. She sighs heavily, pushing at my shoulders and my still hard cock spurs me to life. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head and she gasps.
“Good mornin’, Kitten,” I get out in a more husky voice than usual. Looking down on her stunningly beautiful face I see her brows furrow, her white-blue eyes showing worry.
“Did you not sleep okay?” she whispers as she wiggles underneath me, slipping her legs around my waist to tease me as she keeps her core just enough away from me that my cock only feels the heat and nothing else. Damn her.
“I slept fine,” I growl, leaning into her neck and biting down on the crux playfully, the salty sweet taste of her skin dancing on my tongue as she arches into me. She loves the slight pain, and I bite down a little harder as she gasps louder, shocked when I taste the copper of her blood and I pull away, wiping it from my lips with the back of my hand. “I’m sorry, Kitten; I’m jus’ so damn horny.”
I see the astonishment in her eyes as she runs her fingertips over her neck and brings them up so she can see them. Her eyes widen as she looks back at me, and I’m feeling like shit. Biting is only done when mates claim each other for life and Row wasn’t ready for it. She needs the time to adjust to having people in her life, and now I’ve just gone and fucked that up.
My wolf is howling in my head, telling me to finish the job as the blood pumps harder to my groin, wanting me to take my mate as she just stares at me, holding the bloody fingers above her face. My breathing is hard and fast, coming in pants, and I can’t say anything as she turns her fingers over and presses them to my lips. I don’t open my mouth, my eyes still locked on hers, and she bites her bottom lip in that oh so sexy manner she always does when she’s horny. Grabbing her wrist, I pull her touch from my lips, but don’t lick the blood from them as I talk.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice deeper and huskier than earlier when I awoke, and I see a bright blush run over her skin as her eyes flutter shut. Her legs squeeze tighter around my hips as her core grinds into my cock and I can’t help but groan, the feeling running all the way to my toes as I brace myself against the leather of the SUV seats. All of my muscles tense and bunch, straining against the need to thrust into her and claim her, my resolve breaking a little more when I open my eyes to see her panting beneath me.
I can smell her need, and as she grinds up against me again I can feel it, the evidence of her arousal being left behind on my throbbing dick as she settles back against our makeshift bed. I can’t hold it in any longer and I let my wolf surface as I lean down, my lips only a hair away from her ear.
“You are mine, Rowena. I know I will share you with another, but you are mine as well. Part of me, as I am a part of you. ‘Till death and beyond,” I growl into her ear, feeling the goose-bumps rise and fill her skin as a shiver follows, shaking her already panting form beneath me. One of her hands roams my back as the other slides up my chest, tracing the stars on my shoulder before gliding up my neck to cup my face, her thumb running over my cheek.
“I am yours, Blaine, as you are mine. My heart may be shared, but it will always yearn for you just the same. ‘Till death and beyond.” The last four words come out in a moan as she arches, her hand on my back sliding to my ass and bringing me to her, forcing me to impale her slightly as she gasps.
We said the words, and it blows my mind. She’s finally mine; really mine. Her eyes open with heavy lids and she moves against me, sliding me a little further within her as my piercings brush her tight walls, sending lightning bolts through both of us as I lean down further, covering her completely and holding her tight. I claim her lips, sliding my tongue along her bottom lip and she moans, opening for me and I deepen it, pulling her face to me as I make no mistake in showing her she is mine.
She pulls her lips from mine with a long, sexy as hell moan and she arches against me again, letting me slide into her more, and I groan as she leans her head back, exposing her neck and those little pink marks that my teeth have left behind on her skin only minutes before. Her skin flushes again, and she trembles in my arms, her need flowing through me as her walls clench down around my dick.
Her eyes find mine again and she breathes out, “I am yours,” undoing my resolve. My wolf takes over, the hazel glow of my eyes covering her skin as my lips curl back, a low growl rolling from my throat as I grab her hair and tug her head to the side, giving me better access to the right side of her neck. Leaning in, I let my warm breathe tease her for a second, her body arching into me as I strain to keep from thrusting all the way into her. Instead, I run my tongue along those fresh pink marks, Rowena’s shaking becoming more prominent as her leopard hisses, telling me she is suffering a little from the wait.
Suffer no longer, my sweet Kitten, I think to myself as my elongated canines sink into her sweet flesh, the warm rush of her blood spilling over my lips as I grip her hair tighter in my other hand, waiting to hear her exhale in ecstasy before I thrust into her, her scream piercing the quiet morning air.
I feel her nails dig into my back right before her teeth sink into the crux of my neck, and I can’t stop the growl that rolls through me. I can feel the way it makes her react, her muscles relaxing as I feel her pull my blood from my body, connecting us forever. My wolf goes wild, filling me with adrenaline and pushing me to claim her thoroughly. Holding her tight, still lapping up her blood with my teeth in her neck, I rock my hips into her, thrusting hard and fast to get us to climax.
Her legs squeeze me as her walls contract around me, bringing me to the edge when I feel her tongue sweep across the wounds on my neck, cleaning them and stopping the blood flow right before she throws her head back, arching her body and screaming out my name. Her entire body trembles as her fingers wrap around my biceps and her core tightens more, milking me as I fall over that blissful edge and bite down harder on her neck, making her scream again.
Even though I’m sure she has milked me dry, I thrust into her once more for good measure before removing my teeth from her heavenly flesh, licking the four puncture wounds clean and watching them slowly close as my breathing comes out in pants over her sweat covered skin. My hand is still tangled in her short hair, and as I prop myself up, I pull her face to mine, kissing her thoroughly and mating our tongues as our bodies just had. I memorize every surface in her mouth before releasing her, our breathing both heavy and fast as I roll us over so she’s draped over my chest.
“I love you, B,” she breathes out after we’ve lain there for a while, touching each other in soft caresses. I kiss the top of her head, hugging her to my chest tighter as she traces the star tattoos on my shoulder.
“I love you, Rowena,” I say, loving the smile that she gives me as she rests her
chin on my chest. Her eyes have a new sparkle to them, a happy gleam if you will, and I can’t help but smile right back at her as she sits up slowly, giving me an awesome view of her perfect breasts and flat stomach.
“Where is Penton?” She asks, looking around the empty SUV as if he might be hiding somewhere. My heart can’t help but sink a little when the dark thoughts of the dream I had seep in, the woman’s voice flowing in my head, telling me to eliminate my competition, but I shake it off and hug my mate to my chest once more, making her squeal in delight.
“I don’t know, Kitten. Get your fine ass dressed while I go see if I can find him,” I growl as I kiss her forehead, and she laughs, swatting at me as I roll on top of her and act as if I can’t get up. I love these little moments, spent being stupid with her as she laughs, and I place a handful of wet kisses on her face and chest before I get up.
“And what if I want to go naked?” She quips, letting the blanket fall from her chest as she sits up, giving anyone who might be outside the vehicle a good frontal view. I laugh, peering out the frost covered glass surrounding us.
“Be my guest, but as far as I can tell it’s about, what, twenty degrees outside. You might get frost bite on your beautiful titties, and that would be a shame.” She swats me hard in the arm and I complain, pulling my jeans from the floor and tugging them on.
Tying the last knot in my boot laces and pulling my leather jacket over my sweatshirt, I look in behind me to see her sitting up on her knees in nothing but a tank and lace undies, looking out the back window with her hands up on the glass. I can feel the wonder and inkling worry flowing within her ten times more since taking her blood, and I have to reach back and pull her into my arms, cradling her to my chest and kissing her forehead.
“Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute,” I say and she nods. My wolf senses her defiant leopard and releases a warning growl that rips through my chest, my hand gripping her chin and making her look me in the eye. “He’s probably just up at the diner we passed last night, getting us something to eat. Stay here. Promise.”
“Promise,” she whispers, but I know it will be hard for her to comply. She has a free spirit that doesn’t like to be tied down. With her white-blue eyes still locked on mine, I feel our animals mingling, my wolf reassuring her leopard that everything is alright, and when I hear her return purr, I know she’ll stay. Kissing her forehead quickly, I leave the SUV, shutting the door within a second to keep the warm air in and chill from her skin.
I pop the collar up on my bomber jacket and trudge through the ankle deep snow to the back of the SUV, hearing Row scrambling around inside to follow my form, and I look back to see her face on the other side of the back window. I give her a wink and a silly grin, placing my hand to mirror hers, and seeing her smile, I turn away and head for the small diner, following Penton’s scent.
The hint of apricots on the wind brings those dark thoughts fighting to the surface again and I have to struggle with my wolf, stopping in my tracks to force him down. He hates the thoughts that dream woman planted, because he knows Penton will never hurt Row, or me for that matter. My angry side can’t help but want to eliminate the competition, to have the prize all my own. I’ve never been big on sharing anything.
A blaring air horn from an 18 wheeler brings me back from my musing, and I have to jump into a snow bank to keep from being road kill as the big rig screams by me, into the large truck stop parking lot we had camped out in last night. After throwing an angry middle finger into the air, I brush off my pant legs and keep on the path to the Greasy Spoon, which I can see up ahead.
Dodging one more crazy driver while flipping them off too, I hop up the steps and enter the warm, heavenly smelling diner and spot Penton sitting at the counter. Shaking the snow from my jacket like a wet dog, I flash a table of patrons an evil smirk and laugh to myself as the teenage girl leans into her mom’s shoulder and whispers that I am so hot. Silly girls always going for the badass.
“Stop aggravating the human father,” Penton chides as I straddle the stool beside him and adjust myself to be comfortable, looking over my shoulder and giving the teen a wink. I laugh again as I see a blush run over her and hear her argue with her father as he gives me the evil eye, grabbing her shoulder and telling her to pay attention to her food and not the ‘trash’. It’s a good thing I’m taken, because if I was still on the prowl I wouldn’t think twice about walking over and knocking that ignorant human’s teeth out.
“Blaine,” Penton chides again, elbowing me, and I give him a shrug, gladly accepting the coffee that he slides my way. I see him check out the table over his shoulder and laugh, adding, “I gave the silly girl some winks when I came in, too. Drove her Da wild.”
I chuckle right along with him and take a long sip of the hot, thick, typical Greasy Spoon coffee and make an exaggerated ‘ahhhh’ sound when I put my cup on the counter. The chubby waitress behind the counter raises her eyebrow at me as she takes a trucker’s order, and I just wink at her as she rolls her eyes. Yeah, I still got it.
“Our mate is where?” Penton asks as he lays some money on the counter, accepting two plastic shopping bags with Styrofoam containers inside. He gets up from his stool, and I gulp down the rest of my coffee, taking the carry tray of foam cups from the waitress and following Penton out the door back into the cold.
“She’s in the car.” I laugh when a flash of our love making flows through my head and I hear Penton choke on a cough, his fingers at my collar shocking me. I have to keep in the angry thoughts to snap his arm as I see his eyes scanning the little red marks Rowena’s teeth left behind on my neck.
“I see you two had a little fun.” He smiles but I can feel the hurt run through him, if it was only for a split second, and all I do is nod. He doesn’t need to know the details. He sighs heavily as his hand falls from my jacket, but his smile is wide and I have to know why.
“Why the goofy grin, Elf boy?” I ask with a laugh, but the stone expression that fills his face and the sinister look in his eyes makes me recoil and I throw my free hand up in a placating measure. “Sorry, sorry.”
“My lineage is not something I like to talk about, especially in a mocking nature.” His voice is steely as he catches up to me in the snow, having to dodge a crazy driver himself as he tries not to fall while keeping the bags full of food from banging into the snow bank.
His white-blue eyes meet mine and I nod in silent agreement, wondering why he doesn’t like to talk about who he is, but I push the question off the tip of my tongue, knowing I will probably find out eventually anyway on our long road trip ahead. He is the only one who knows where we are headed exactly, and well, my wolf growls in my head, letting me know the feeling that if I lost Penton, I would lose a piece of me.
“Row is a complex woman,” I say to him quietly as we approach the SUV, and he nods, taking a cup of coffee from the holder I have. “She’s been hurt by so many people; she just takes her time before letting people in. I have this feeling,” I stop, grabbing his arm as we’re about a hundred feet from the car and I know she can see us; I can feel her happiness and anxiety to have us close. “I have this feeling that she’ll let you in soon and it’s going to be the most perfect, the most, well….fucking amazing thing any of us will see or experience in our lifetime.”
The astonishment in his eyes surprises me, and we just stand there, two men staring at each other in the cold. His eyes roam over my face and his scent reaches me on the breeze, filling me with a sense of brotherhood, family, like I’ve never known before, and I can feel the smile creep onto my lips, matching his. He nods slightly and I mimic it just as a sweet, familiar voice fills the air.
“What are you assholes doing? Get in here and give me some of that food!” Rowena shouts, and I turn to see her sticking her head out of the back passenger window, her hair blowing around her face in the swirling breeze.
“Yup, that’s our mate,” Penton laughs, and I look back to him to catch his gaze again. I can feel that no matt
er what, no matter my attitude toward him, he will always be there for me and I nod again, heading for the SUV.
“Yeah, ain’t she great?” I joke, and he chuckles again, punching me in the shoulder as we reach the vehicle.
This is it, I think as I settle into the driver’s seat and let Penton share the back with Rowena. This is my family. I’ve never had this before, and as I look back at them, laughing and smiling as they go through the containers setting them out so we can all share, I can’t help but have my heart swell with love.
Love. I like the sound of that.
CHAPTER FIVE:
Rowena
The sun is low in the sky, peeking through the trees as we fly by on the New York interstate. The sky is different colors of orange and red, seemingly reflecting off of the icy covered fields of snow, and I sigh heavily; it being the only sound besides the radio in the Landrover.
Penton and Blaine have been silent since we finished the food earlier this morning, and I know it’s because they are waiting for me to talk first. Sure, there has been small talk; the weather is nice, look at the horses, but then there are gaps of silence that you can cut with a Swiss army knife. I just don’t know what they want me to say or what I want to say to them.
Blaine and I bonded, yes; in a moment of un-bridled passion I submitted to him and our animals are now bonded for life. Do I regret it? Hell no, but am I scared? Fuck yes.
So much can go wrong in a relationship and love that it worries the hell out of me, and I find myself biting my bottom lip for the hundredth time as I see a highway sign stating, “Buffalo, 40 Miles”. I look over to Penton, stopping with my mouth wide open and the question on the tip of my tongue to admire his handsome features.
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