The tiny nub of nerves was peeking out from its protective covering. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked. Gray’s hips shot off the bed. She might have dislodged him if he hadn’t had his hands wrapped around her thighs, holding her down.
“Louis.”
The desperation in her voice skated down his spine and settled in his balls. Her moans were music to his ears as he teased her clit with the tip of his tongue. The press of her nails against his skin was pure pleasure. Her feet moved restlessly as she pumped her hips up and down, desperate for what only he could give her.
Mate, his wolf demanded.
Louis knew it was much too soon for that. This was the way to start to build the connection between them. Gray had gone her entire life thinking she was human. He knew her better than she knew herself. Beneath the veneer of civilization, there lurked a more animalistic side. She might not be able to shift, but that didn’t mean the instincts weren’t there. He had to believe she recognized him on that level, the same way he did her.
She cried out, the sound high and frantic. Louis eased one thick finger into her slick channel and almost lost it when the muscles contacted around it. She’d grip his cock so tightly. It made him almost lightheaded to think about it.
Gray gasped and tensed for one long second. Then she was coming, her entire body convulsing with pleasure.
Louis wanted to savor the moment of her release but he was too far gone. He surged up her body and drove his aching shaft into her sweet pussy. Her slick channel closed around him. The rippling walls of her sheath clutched at his cock.
He howled and came, his entire body shaking as he emptied himself into her, giving Gray everything that he was. The climax was almost brutal, pain and pleasure combined in the most exquisite way.
The base of his shaft swelled, locking him inside her hot depths. He collapsed on top of her and felt the sweetest satisfaction when she wrapped her arms around him.
Louis might have left Louisiana years ago but this was the first time he’d felt as though he’d finally found a home.
He sucked much-needed air into his lungs and let the sheer pleasure of being joined with Gray wash over him.
Gray was in shock. She’d had lovers before, but this had gone beyond simply making love. It felt as though Louis had stolen a piece of her soul, and in return, he’d given her a piece of his.
His cock jerked deep in her core, wringing another moan from her. He seemed to be getting bigger. She tensed and he rolled onto his back, taking her with him so she was sprawled on top of him with his shaft still locked inside her. The motion made her shudder as pleasure spiked from her toes to the top of her head.
She’d been right about one thing. Sex with Louis was off the charts. No other man would ever be able to compare to this experience.
He casually ran his hand up and down her spine, and she instinctively leaned into his touch. He gave a growl of pleasure. He had many different growls, and she was starting to be able to tell them apart.
“You’re still hard.” That was surprising.
The smile he gave her almost stopped her heart. He looked younger, more at ease and infinitely handsome. “I ain’t human, chère.” He cupped her bottom in his large palms and squeezed. “I can go for hours before needing a break.”
Gray didn’t know whether she should be worried or break into the “Hallelujah Chorus”. “Hours?” Surely she’d misheard him.
He squeezed her butt and then leisurely slid his hands upward to cup her waist. “You inspire me.” He lifted her a scant inch and then lowered her back down. The sensitive inner lining of her pussy responded to the stimulation. Pleasure and heat suffused her.
“By all means.” She managed to wave one hand in front of her. “Be inspired. Don’t let me stop you.”
Louis stared at her for a long second and then he threw back his head and laughed. His head tilted back on the pillow, exposing his strong neck. She leaned down and nipped it. His laugh quickly turned to a growl of pleasure.
“You’re teasing the big bad wolf.”
She laughed, delighted by this playful side of him. “I think you’re the one teasing me.” She purposely squeezed her inner muscles around his cock, and he swore and tightened his fingers around her waist.
“I’m trying to take things slow.”
She laughed again, unable to help herself. “This is you taking things slow? We’re naked in bed together and we only met this morning.” It was completely out of character for her to do something like this, but there was nothing that could have kept her away from him.
Louis cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. “Chère, if you knew what I wanted to do from the moment I first saw you, you’d understand that this is me going real slow.”
Her entire body hummed with desire. “And what is it you wanted to do to me?” The sultry sound of her voice made him shudder. The expression on his face grew harder and the heat in his gaze almost scorched her.
“You sure you want to know?” His voice was low, almost guttural.
She shivered and wondered if it was wise to be taunting him this way. He wasn’t a normal male. “Yes,” she whispered. “I want to know.” It was a craving deep in her soul.
He slid his hands around to her back and pulled her down until their noses were almost touching. “I want you on your hands and knees in front of me while I fuck you from behind.”
His words touched something deep in her core, some primal part of her she didn’t fully understand. Gray was filled with an almost unrelenting need to do exactly what he described. She whimpered and the hard look on his face gave way to something infinitely gentler.
“Shh.” He pulled her against him so her breasts were pressed against his chest and his arms around her. “I shouldn’t push you like that.” He kissed her temple. “Forgive me.”
This man was full of surprises. He was hard and tough, yet he was apologizing and holding her tenderly. She melted against him, unable to help herself.
“You confuse me,” she told him.
“If it helps any, you confuse me too.” He carefully pulled the covered elastic from her hair and then slid his fingers through her thick curls.
Louis was a very tactile person. It was something she’d noticed because she was the same way. He was always touching her, sometimes sniffing her skin. It was second nature to him and had to be a part of his wolf nature.
“Tell me about werewolves.”
He tensed beneath her and released his grip on her hair. Then he eased her away from him. She wanted to cry at the loss of his arms around her even though they were still joined in the most intimate way. His cock flexed and she responded immediately, flooding him with more of her cream.
“Later,” he promised. “I need you again.”
He was putting her off, but there was no denying he was also telling her the truth. Gray needed him again too. She pressed her hands against his torso, using him for support as she levered herself up and then dropped back down on his hard shaft.
Louis groaned. “Oh yeah. Just like that,” he encouraged.
Gray liked being on top. Liked being in charge. She undulated her hips as she raised and lowered herself so his cock touched the most sensitive places inside her. He was so strong and powerful, yet she was the one in control. It was intoxicating.
Her breasts ached. “Touch me,” she ordered.
He covered the mounds with his big hands and squeezed before he began to tease her aching nipples. It wasn’t enough.
They were both panting hard now. A bead of sweat rolled down Louis’s temple. The window was wide open, but there was barely a breeze to cool them. The room was wreathed in shadows, but she could see him perfectly. She’d always been able to see well in the dark.
Half-breed.
The word shot through her brain but she ignored it. She’d think about that l
ater. She rode Louis hard. She was so close to coming it hurt.
The muscles in her thighs ached and she was almost breathless as she pushed harder. He slid one hand down the center of her torso and slid it between her legs. He found her clit and brushed his thumb over the nub.
Gray screamed. Her orgasm slammed into her like an out-of-control freight train. She lurched forward, but Louis caught her. He rolled until he was on top of her. Then he began to slam into her over and over. Her orgasm crested again and she cried out his name.
He shoved one hand under her ass and lifted her as he hammed his hips against hers. He tensed and then she felt the flood of his seed. She shuddered, wanted to yell that she couldn’t take any more, but speech was beyond her.
Louis growled and fell to the mattress. They were still joined, but he managed to angle most of his chest off her so she wasn’t totally crushed by his big body. Breathing was difficult.
Gray felt shattered yet whole. It was the strangest sensation.
Like before, Louis’s cock seemed even larger. “Why do you get bigger at the end?” Her words were slurred and she wasn’t sure they actually came out the way they sounded in her head.
“Biology,” he muttered. “I won’t be able to leave you for a while yet.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “S’okay. I don’t mind.”
Some of the tension left him, and she realized he’d taken her question as a criticism. “I don’t mind the swelling. I was just wondering about it.”
He sighed and raised his head. She loved his chocolate-brown eyes and lush eyelashes. There was still heat in his gaze. It was banked but it was still there. “I keep forgetting there are things you don’t know. It’s okay to ask.”
Louis turned them so they were both on their sides. She pressed her hands against his chest and traced a pattern over his pectorals. Finally, he slipped free and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out against the loss. Louis was quickly becoming an addiction.
* * * * *
Pierre LaForge tucked his phone into his pocket as he pondered the latest news from Jean Paul Dupointe. It was bad enough when Jacque had taken up with a human female, now it seemed his younger son had done the same.
He growled and paced in front of his home. Stupid whelps. He should have been harder on them when they were pups. They never would have left home in the first place.
At least Jean Paul knew how to take orders, unlike Travis Dubois. Pierre spit into the dirt. That idiot had caused Pierre to lose face yet again with his pack. No, the time was coming to end this. He’d thought to bring his sons home, but now he all he wanted to do was kill them. That was the only way to reassure the pack he wasn’t weak, wasn’t afraid to do what needed to be done.
A sense of being watched crept over him, and Pierre whirled around, teeth bared and claws out. He searched the darkness, but there was no one there.
“Pierre.”
He spun around and pulled in his claws at the sight of his mate standing in the doorway to their home. “What the hell do you want?” She’d been good looking when he’d mated her all those years ago. Now she looked worn and tired all the time.
She kept her eyes downcast and her body completely still. Her deference diluted some of his anger. “I wanted to know if you needed anything before I turned in for the night.”
He thought about taking her to bed, something he hadn’t done in months. Then he thought about a female who worked at a bar only about a ten-mile run from here. His sons were always so hot for humans, but he could understand the allure of something different.
“Go to bed.” He turned and ran off, not bothering to let her know where he was going or when he’d be back. It wasn’t any of her business.
Elise watched her husband disappear into the night. She kept her expression bland as she reentered the house. Only when she knew there was no one to see her did she allow the anger that bubbled inside her to show.
She’d heard his phone call with the Dupointe boy. Yes, Jean Paul Dupointe was a man, but he was no older than her two boys. What was Louis doing with a human when he knew his father was still at war with him?
She paced the confines of the house, not sure what to do. Pierre could come back at any time. Even if he didn’t, if any of the others saw her out on her own at night, they’d tell him. Then there would be hell to pay.
Her spine snapped upright. What had become of her? She’d been proud once upon a time. Too many years of living with a brute like Pierre, of being beaten down emotionally and physically had taken their toll.
It had almost broken her heart when her boys had left, but she’d been happy and proud too. They’d done what she hadn’t been able to do. She knew she’d disappointed them by not going with them, but she couldn’t leave. They didn’t understand she’d stayed so she could watch their father and protect them.
Elise turned out all the lights and carefully opened the back door. She listened for several minutes before slipping outside. The normal sounds of the night surrounded her as she stealthily made her way to the one house where she knew she wouldn’t be betrayed. She went to the back door and lightly knocked.
She shifted from one leg to the other, getting more nervous by the second. She was about to knock again when the door opened. The big man standing there motioned her inside and quickly closed the door.
“What are you doing here? Is everything all right?”
“I had to come,” she began.
“Elise.” Corrine Blanchard hurried to her mate’s side. The three of them were part of a secret group that tried to help those in their pack who needed it. They’d helped several females escape over the years, but that was rare. With the others, they tried to ease their burdens as much as they could. “What happened?”
“I can’t stay.” She looked from Joseph to his mate. Their son and his mate were with her sons in Salvation. They needed to know the latest news.
“I overheard Pierre on the phone. Louis has taken up with a human female and Pierre knows. He’s going to kill them all. I recognize the look I saw in his eyes. He no longer wants them to come home.” Elise twisted her hands together. “You must warn them all.”
Joseph nodded. “I can’t leave tonight. It would cause too much speculation if anyone saw me.”
She nodded. They needed to proceed with caution.
“I’d planned to go into town tomorrow. While I’m there, I’ll buy two new disposable phones and contact them.”
Elise approved of his plan. They were always careful, always destroying any phone that they’d used. Pierre hadn’t remained alpha for so long by being stupid. She never made the mistake of underestimating her mate.
“I have to go.” She was sweating. If Pierre came home and found her gone, he’d kill her.
“Stay safe.” Corrine put out her hand and then dropped it. They didn’t touch, each of them aware that if they did, Pierre might scent them later.
Joseph opened the door and Elise slid out and hurried away. It was only after she’d showered and put the clothes she’d worn into the washer that she relaxed. She climbed into bed and stared out the window, listening to the hum and chirp of the insects.
She closed her eyes and prayed her sons would be all right, that the warning would come in time. She didn’t think Pierre had given Jean Paul any orders other than to watch them.
The sad fact was that her sons would never be safe while their father was alive.
Chapter Thirteen
Gray woke to the most delicious sensation of warmth and comfort. Louis was spooned around her, his arms holding her. She sighed and snuggled closer. Something hard and long pressed against her back. Her wolf was aroused…again.
“Good morning.” His voice was a deep rumble that settled low in her belly and sent tingles running through her entire body.
“Morning.” She needed to get up. Po
or Shadow had been alone all night. He wasn’t used to the door being closed and him being shut out of her room. She was surprised he hadn’t whined or scratched to remind her he needed to go outside.
Louis roamed a hand down her arm and onto her stomach. She sucked in a breath when he slid his fingers upward and cupped her breast. She bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud.
“How are you feeling?” he asked. “Sore?”
How the heck would she know anything when he was touching her? All she felt was pleasure. He carefully teased one pert nipple, and this time she couldn’t hold back her moan.
“Gray.”
She licked her lips and reached behind her and ran her hand over his thigh and tight butt. “I’m fine. I think.”
His laugh was low and positively wicked. “You think?” He trailed his fingers down her stomach and delved between her legs to find her moist heat.
In retaliation, she pushed her behind against his erection, eliciting a groan.
Louis nipped at her neck, finding the spot that drove her wild. She gasped and moved her legs restlessly against the sheets, trying to get closer. He lifted her leg and draped it up and back over his. He pressed his cock against her opening and pushed.
His shaft forged inward, stretching her. Filling her. Her breath caught in her throat. The sun was shining through the window, heating her already warm skin. “Louis.” She said his name, nothing more, but he responded by giving her what she wanted. He moved his hips slowly at first, barely withdrawing an inch before pushing inward once again. He played the sensual game of advance and retreat until she thought she’d go mad.
His hands were busy too. One minute he was rubbing her clit and the next he was teasing her taut nipples. It was exquisite and quite different from how she usually started her days. She could get addicted to this.
That put a slight damper on her ardor. This wasn’t permanent. This was just for now. She had to keep reminding herself of that so she didn’t get in over her head with Louis.
“What are you thinking?” He stroked his thumb over her clit. “You’ve gone away somewhere in your head.” He pumped his hips harder and a bit faster. “Come back to me.”
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