Denying His Mate ( Lycan Romance )

by Briers, M L

  “What am I going to do with you?” He reached for the hand that was in her lap and covered it with his own and she felt that jolt like lightening through her body, and welcomed the feeling, even though it couldn’t last.

  “Fix my car and wave me goodbye.” She informed him and watched the dark clouds roll back in over his head. His eyes lost their sparkle and his lips tried for the same smile he had before, but they didn’t quite make it. “That’s what you want, right?” She slipped her hand from beneath his and he pulled his hand back as if she had slapped it.

  Getting to his feet he quickly backed away from her towards the counter and turned in place, palming the surface before him, he nodded.

  “Right. Preferably before the rogue tries to eat you again.” His back was tense as he sidestepped the counter and walked towards the coffee pot. “Coffee?”

  “No, thanks. I’m going to head up to my room…” He turned quickly and caught her eye as she started to get back up. “Your room…” She corrected and saw his jaw tense and his shoulders hunch up further towards his ears. “The room that you gave me to sleep in… alone.” She rolled her eyes and pointed towards the kitchen door. “Quick exit time.” She informed him and made haste towards the damn door before she ended up putting both feet in her mouth and choking to death.

  “Good night, Darby.” He growled out behind her and she waved a hand. She might not have gotten her chocolate or her clothes from the car, but she didn’t want to end up with the sexy Lycan in bed with her, although, one out of three was …. Damn….

  Darby didn’t think she would ever get to sleep. A warm shower, followed by twenty minutes of riffling through his drawers in the search for the t-shirt that didn’t smell of him, sniffing and re-sniffing like a demented dog, until she was lightheaded, gave her exactly no options. Even through the light scent of the washing products she couldn’t find a single thing that didn’t smell like pure sexy, hot, Lycan, hunk…

  Settling on the biggest top she could find she slipped in between the cool sheets and tried to relax when the thought hit her, she was in his damn bed, it didn’t matter how many tops she sniffed, she was surrounded by his scent. Burying her face in the pillow she groaned out at her pure stupidity and then breathed in pure unadulterated Max, and groaned again. Flipping onto her back she cursed her addled mind.

  First she had itchy feet and she flipped the bottom of the duvet back, then she couldn’t get comfortable on her back so she turned onto her side and faced the window, kicking her leg over the top of the duvet. When she tried to squish her head down into the pillow as if that would make her fall asleep faster, she almost begged for someone to hit her over the head to knock her out.

  The sound of creaking floorboards outside the bedroom door had her listening intently. Half praying it was the rogue walking the hallway and not Max, then half praying it was Max and he would open the door, before she then admonished herself and told him to walk on by.

  The sound of the door opening made her squeeze her lids shut and hold her breath, although why she thought holding her breath would assure him she was asleep was anyone’s guess, she told herself what an idiot she was being, but that didn’t serve to make her less of an idiot, just one who thankfully recognised her shortcomings, especially when she found she needed to slowly release her breath, and her damn feet became itchy again. She just couldn’t catch a break today.

  When the door closed she sighed, but she didn’t know if it was a sigh of relief or a sigh of disappointment…

  “Are you planning to hog the whole duvet?” His deep tone hit her like a bucket of ice on a hot summer’s day and her eyes flew open as she scrambled upwards in the bed.

  Trying to focus her eyes with only the moonlight from the window to pick his dark silhouette out in the unfamiliar surroundings, she found that it wasn’t hard. He was the man mountain that was occupying most of her visual space.

  “Oh the hell you are.” She spat out, remembering that he was Lycan and he could see her perfectly well in this light, she snatched the duvet up and over her body and tried not to squint at his frame so as not to look like a She devil.

  “As you pointed out, this is my room.” She thought she heard some amusement in his tone, and yet, this was Max, he gave an ogre a run for his money.

  “So go find another…”

  “My bed…”He offered.

  “I don’t give a sh…”

  “And my duvet…” She saw him bend, heard the sound of fabric on skin and knew that he had just dropped his jeans. Her heart kicked her in her womb, or maybe her womb was just jumping up to say hello, as she remembered that he was so very, totally, deliciously, naked under those jeans.

  “Take the damn duvet…” She tossed it in his general direction, scooting out from under the corner of it and over to the other side of the bed, planning a quick getaway.

  “Not so fast little witch.” He growled from behind her as the mattress gave under his weight at the same time as his arm reached around her waist and hoisted her back across the mattress towards him.

  “Are you completely insane?” She balked, her arms and legs trying to find leverage on the mattress to take her back away from him, like a tortoise on its back, she wasn’t going anywhere fast, except for backwards it seemed.

  “Knowing your personality, it is quite possible…” He breathed against her ear and she felt his chest press against her back. The heat of his body swept through her, warming every inch of her to her very core, and she swooned. Not the fainting type of swoon where she wouldn’t feel the need for the ground to open up and swallow her whole, but the type of swoon that had every inch of her body and mind ecstatically overwhelmed by his sheer proximity to her.

  “I got to thinking…” He breathed against her neck, his lips brushing over the soft skin and sending a wave of pleasure flowing through her.

  “You’re male that could be dangerous for you.” She needed to keep focused on something, anything, one of them needed to stay sane. He didn’t want her, she knew he didn’t, he’d all but said so, and his actions earlier had shown her the same thing, and yet his body was reacting to the mating call, if she let him act on it…

  “And thinking got me to acting…” He nuzzled into her neck and scented her, and that friendly wave of pleasure turned into a damned tsunami of desire.

  “Act in haste, repent at…” His hand moved up and over her stomach, cupping the globe of her breast. His thumb swept over the rock hard bud that so wanted his attention it was practically pained. “That’s not fair…”

  “All’s fair in love and war.” He teased against the pulse in her neck, his tongue running a slow pattern that felt like infinity down and then up her skin, in a figure of eight, her mind centred on that pattern, her womb centred on the feel of him. Crap!

  “I prefer war…”She tried to deny the pull, but it was just too damn strong on her senses, even her traitorous toes were curling.

  CHAPTER SIX

  “You wanted me earlier…” Max reminded her of his own denial of her as his mate, the way in which he had left her.

  “You rejected me…” He nipped the lobe of her ear and she was sure that she melted into him.

  “I was a fool…” He breathed against her ear.

  “I can’t argue with that…” She turned against him, climbing up over his body and straddling his lap. A moan escaped from her lips and a growl from his, as she brushed against his arousal.

  Her hands palmed his cheeks and she brought her lips to his, fire met fire as she decided it was time not to take any prisoners she ran her tongue over his lips, parting them and pushing inside his mouth to taste him again.

  Darby couldn’t imagine being so brazen with another man, but she wanted this one with a vengeance. He was hers, after all, her chocolate wolf that she wanted to lick from head to toe, with or without the melted chocolate.

  Max felt the passion within her, the way she kissed him, taking what she needed, what she wanted from him, made him wild wit
h desire for her. He reached for the t-shirt that swamped her body and swept it upwards. Breaking the kiss for an instant until he reached for her again. It was his turn to take control.

  “Someone needs to learn who the alpha is around here…” Max growled against her neck, his hands found her wrists and he pulled her against him, immobilising her.

  “I take what I need, and I’m very greedy…”She heard the low, deep, possessive growl come from her mate, his mind had conjured up images of her with other men, and that didn’t put him in the best of moods. He had the desire to imprint himself on her, make sure she knew that he was the only lover she had ever needed, and was ever going to need.

  “Luckily for you I’m very giving, and Darby, I will always give you everything you ever need.” He moved her upper body back from him, easing her arms down and behind her until she arched her back towards him. “Have you ever been out of control, Darby?” She met his black eyes, the passion, the desire that burned there, and she shivered long and hard.

  “If you think I’m going to let you tie me down to the bed and do whatever the hell pleases you…” He bent his head forwards and circled one hard bud with his tongue, his eyes watching her. When he nipped her she tipped her head back, her eyes closing, and when he closed his lips and sucked it hard into his mouth, his tongue doing insanely erotic things over the nerves, her back arched further. He let the bud slide between his teeth as he released it.

  “That’s giving up control. I’m talking about losing it.” He growled against her ear, before nipping the lobe.

  She didn’t know when he had freed her wrists, but the feel of his hands on her body was almost sinful, everywhere he touched she came alive, her senses overwhelmed with his fingers brushing, caressing, and teasing her.

  “I don’t…” She reached for the broad expanse of his shoulders when his mouth found her nipple again, his other hand cupping her breast, his finger and thumb using just enough pressure against the bud as he rolled it, while his teeth nipped and his tongue rolled, and he suckled. One breast would have been enough to give her pleasure, the two together had her womb pulsing with joy, her fingers curling into the hard muscles of his shoulders, and her toes curling.

  “You will, sweetheart…” His voice was so deep and gravelly that it echoed within her. The desire for him was almost overwhelming, her hands travelled down over the hard contours of his chest without forethought, searching for his hardness.

  “What if I don’t want to…?” She knew the answer to that one. She knew that as a lover this man was going to be insatiable with his desire, unequalled at giving her pleasure and taking his own, and unstoppable in his desires for her now that he had stopped fighting the mating call and recognised her as his mate.

  “It’s inevitable. I want to bring you so much pleasure that you won’t know which way is up…” His fingers teased up along her inner thigh as his tongue ran that damn figure of eight against the vein in her neck, while his other hand rolled over her nipple in a barrage of sensation that had her brain at a loss of which movement to try to track.

  “I bet you can pat your head and rub your stomach at the same time…” She wrapped her fist around the thickness of his arousal and heard the deep rewarding growl that rolled through his chest, as all of his movements against her stalled for a long breath.

  “Let me show you what I can do love…”She squirmed when he slipped his fingers under the fabric of her panties. The feel of his touch as he slowly ran over her slick folds was pure sweet pleasure. To touch and be touched by him in return, captivating. She wanted him to do sinful things to her. The more sinful the better, and now, right now, right in this moment, this instant, in this nanosecond.

  Darby stroked her hand down his shaft causing him to growl low and deep against her neck. “This is about you losing control, don’t touch, just feel.”

  She didn’t know if he put a little Alpha quality control in those words, but she released him from her touch, resting both hands on his broad shoulders, and when he rimmed her core with his finger she found the anticipation just as potent to her arousal as his touch itself.

  Max could feel her shift for his touch, her body speaking her needs for her. He could scent her arousal was so strong for him. The heat and wetness of her channel called his body in ways he had only ever imagined. He wanted to lift her over him and push up inside her, lowering her down onto the thickness of his shaft and taking pleasure in the heat of her, instead he slowly inserted one finger into her heat.

  The silken walls of her core tightened around him as his thumb ran over the wetness of her folds to find the little hooded nub of nerves that made her catch her breath when he rolled over it. Easing his finger slowly out of her he added another and started the journey again. Tighter for her this time she made a little sound that had his erection twitching between them, made him want to be inside her even more, if only to hear the sound she would make when he pushed into her.

  He curled his finger inside her, stroking slowly over the silken walls until she caught her breath, her body gave a slight jerk as he found that small cluster of nerves inside her, and he stroked it to the slow rhythm against the nub until her hips started a slow grind against his hand.

  “Faster, Max.” She closed her eyes and allowed the sweetest sensations to flow through her. But he didn’t comply with her request, keeping his own slow rhythm that was as much torture for him as it was for her. He wanted nothing more than to taste her, to be inside her, and yet he wanted her to feel nothing but the pure pleasure of what he could do to her. He wanted her breathless with just the touch of his fingers.

  Max eased his fingers back out and she mewed her displeasure, soon bitten off as he added a third finger and stroked back into her again, stretching her in preparation for his shaft entering her. Her fingers tightened over the muscles of his shoulders, and she gave a low moan as she pushed down onto him.

  “Don’t move.” He growled against her ear before his blunt teeth nipped her lobe.

  “I need to…”

  “I’ll give you what you need, sweetheart. Trust me.” He moved faster, his thumb spun harder, his fingers curled within her, riding back and forth over that sweet spot until her head dropped back and to the side, exposing her neck for him, and damn it but he wanted to mark her, there and then, his wolf practically howling it’s claim within him, as he took her towards the edge of release.

  “Max…” She moaned, as her body started to tense, her inner muscles tightened around his fingers and he pulled out of her, completely releasing her from his touch.

  Darby protested the loss, her body squirming to regain his touch and when she couldn’t find it she started to move her hand down between her legs out of pure frustration, but he caught her wrists and in an instant he had her on her back on the bed beneath him.

  “I don’t think so sweetheart, it’s my job to give you pleasure…”

  “But you stopped…” She breathed out, frustration dulling her brain.

  “Doesn’t mean I can’t start again…” He growled, releasing her wrists and pulling back from her. Within a heartbeat he had torn her panties clean away from her. With firm hands on her inner thighs he spread her legs wide, nestling his body down between her thighs, he stroked his tongue so gently against her nub that it could have been her wishful thinking, but a second, harder stroke let her know that she wasn’t dreaming it.

  This time he wasn’t teasing, entering her with three fingers, he stroked against her until her back arched. Setting a faster rhythm this time, he worked over the sweet spot as his tongue seemed to curl under the tiny hood, revealing the nerves to his stroke as he lapped against her, and she was climbing again.

  Darby’s hands reached for him, her fingers fisting his hair, trying to encourage him on, keep him in place, and give her something real to hold onto all at the same time.

  When he stopped working against her she almost growled at him in frustration.

  “Don’t touch, just feel.” He growled a
gainst her sex and the gentle breeze from his breath made her shiver. Darby wanted to strangle him, instead she dropped her hands to the covers beside her and heard his gentle chuckle as his breath caressed her again, and then he was back, moving against her and this time he was going for gold, when he sucked the swollen nub into his mouth and his worked his tongue over it, she fisted the covers, her hips coming up to meet him, and he threw an arm over her hips to keep her in place.

  “Max…” Breathless with need and climbing so rapidly towards release, she thought she just might implode if he stopped again. She was so close her body was tensing in anticipation, her muscles were clamping down on his fingers and she was set to explode when he pulled away again, and she cried out.

  Max climbed up over her body and pressed his hardness just inside her channel, “Hold on sweetheart, I’m going to take you there.” He pushed into her, just far enough to rub the tip of his erection over her sweet spot and she felt the size of him stretching her walls and rubbing over that place, back and forth, back and forth, again and again, just so, just there, until her body tensed so hard she fisted the covers inside white knuckled fists.

  “Max…” She cried out, knowing he wasn’t going to stop, knowing she was going to explode with her release. Her hips jerked upwards to meet him, taking him deeper as the release washed through her. An explosion of pure sensation that rushed inside her body, through every nerve, as he stilled inside her, letting her ride out her orgasm, and growling hard as her inner muscles massaged him hard.

  His dark curse rang inside her brain somewhere as she felt the tongues of fire licking her body, every inch, inside and out. Hot waves of sensation throbbed through her until her hips collapsed down on the bed. Fighting to recover herself, but there was no time, he was back between her thighs, his tongue tasting her juices in one long sweep over her, before he suckled against the sensitive nub, his fingers back inside her.