Lucas took a step forward, and she pointed two silver daggers at him.
“Who goes there: friend or foe?” she asked sternly. “Rogue or not?”
Lucas cocked his head at her, and took another step towards her.
Her plump, pink mouth became a tight line. “I am not kidding, wolf. I am an Enforcer, and I am licensed to kill. I am armed to the teeth with silver, and I will pump your hide so full of silver, you won't even be a pile of ashes when I'm done. You'll just be...” She huffed and blew some swirling dust motes and ashes out of her face. “...gone with the wind!” she finished in an ominous tone.
Lucas let out a low growl as he stared at the blood down her neck and hands. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were wild, and her clothes were clawed and bloodied, but still she was breathtakingly beautiful. He inhaled deeply, and her scent immediately jolted through his senses. Her scent was sweet, lush, completely female, and completely fearless.
He scanned the shadows around the warehouse. There was nothing lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce. His mate was no longer in danger. Satisfied, Lucas allowed his wolf to retreat, and on his next exhale, he shifted smoothly back to human form.
He stalked towards her, the pull of her almost irresistible. He saw her eyes widen and trail down his naked body, settling somewhere just below his navel. A pink tongue darted between her lips as she licked those full lips unconsciously. Her breath seemed to catch as she took in his...size. Her cheeks flushed deeper and he could almost hear her heart beating faster, harder.
God, his mate was...aroused.
As was he.
His arousal was—very obvious.
She swallowed, blinked hard and forced her eyes up to his face. “Werewolf,” she hissed.
“The werewolf has a name. The name is Lucas Rieve,” he said, offering his hand. “I'm not a rogue,” he added, when she didn't take his hand. Instead, she seemed to be glaring down at his hand in disdain.
“Lucas Rieve,” she said, twirling her daggers once through her fingers before sheathing them. “Do you understand English?” she asked in a tone which was a tad too calm and cool.
“Yes.” He frowned.
“Then why didn't you get out of my way when I told you to?” She turned to face him squarely.
“You were...”
“I was on track, on target, in control. On the highway to victory, and my Enforcer's Badge!” Her voice rose as she walked forward. “This...” She gestured wildly. “This is my Final test! And you blew it! You blew my test, just because you wanted...you...what is it you want, Lucas?” She glared at him, her chest heaving. “Why were you following me? And why did you have to interfere with my Finals? Why did you have to kill that rogue? Why!”
Why?
Because you're my mate, that's why!
Part of him wanted to grab her, but a part of him, the bigger part of him—his brain not his dick, listened to what she was saying and understood her anger.
He was supposed to be her assessor for her Final test. And he had broken every rule and code of conduct that assessors were supposed to abide by. He had simply shifted into wolf and fought the rogue in her place, thinking that she was in danger and that she would not be able to deal with the danger on her own, in her own way. She was right. He had interfered in her Finals, and he had killed that rogue, thereby depriving her of the opportunity to prove herself as a trained, qualified Enforcer.
She had failed—because of him.
“I...” he began hoarsely.
“You what?” she seethed.
“I'll fix this,” he said firmly.
She shook her head, turning away. “Lucas Rieve, do you know...” She stopped suddenly, her eyes and mouth rounding. Pivoting slowly on her heel, she stared at him and blinked, shock and realization spreading across her features. “You're Lucas Rieve,” she whispered at last. “You're the PAC Alpha. I remember...”
When he nodded, she dragged a hand through her messy hair and started to pace, mumbling to herself.
“Charlotte, I will fix this.” He walked towards her.
She froze and shook her head. “No. No, no, no.”
“No?”
“No. I don't want you to fix this. If I failed the test, I failed the test.” She tried to hide the slight quaver in her voice. Tilting up her chin, she told him, “Thank you for your offer, Mr Rieve, but I will...”
Mr Rieve?
Lucas jerked, his claws slicing out. He didn't want to be goddamned Mr Rieve to her!
“Don't call me Mr Rieve,” he grated out.
Her eyebrows shot up, but she recovered quickly enough. “I'm sorry. How should I address you then? Alpha?”
“No.”
“Sir?”
He smiled a little. “No.”
“Oh.” She bit her lip. “Lucas?” she said tentatively.
He had to suppress a groan at the sound of his name on her lips.
“Charlotte.”
Lucas kept moving towards her, drawn to her as though by a magnet. She blinked up at him, but she didn't back away.
Cupping his hand behind her neck, he leaned down, angling his mouth over hers. His lips hovered over hers for a few heartbeats, giving her the chance to push him away. But she didn't move. Instead, her lips parted and her body seemed to melt against his.
Lucas pressed his mouth to hers, groaning against her soft, sweet lips. She gasped and stiffened for an instant, but he kissed her with a hunger and a passion which was untamed and undeniable. He had never wanted a woman like this. The moment their lips met, his nostrils flared and his breath stopped. The kiss was scorching, electrifying and her taste was so exquisite and intoxicating. He had to take more.
Deepening the kiss, his other hand moved down her arched back, tracing her wondrous curves and cupped her fleshy butt. He moaned at the pleasure, and walked her backwards towards the wall, still kissing her, tasting and probing her with his lips and tongue. Her eyelids were struggling to remain open, but gradually they fluttered shut and she moaned softly. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her arms up over her head. His aching cock pressed into her soft belly, and he let out a groan when she subtly rocked her hips against him. Releasing her wrists, he moved his hands down her jaw and neck, wanting to feel her bare skin against him. Her breasts jutted against his chest, and he kneaded them as they rose and fell with her breathing. When she moaned, he grabbed her t-shirt and pushed it up above her breasts. She was wearing a black bra, and the sight of her creamy mounds released a growl of uncontrollable, insatiable lust from his throat.
He pushed his hands round her delicious body to her back and unhooked her bra, before pushing the bra and her t-shirt above her breasts. He slid her jacket off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were like the rest of her, beautiful and perfect. Her nipples were already hard and erect, and when he thumbed them, she arched off the wall with a gasp, her eyes wide.
“L-Lucas...”
Her whisper was so soft, so full of want.
She didn't need to ask twice.
Lucas lowered his mouth to her lovely breasts and closed his lips over her rosy nipple. He suckled her hard, as she writhed and panted. With his other hand, he ran his palm in tight circles over her other nipple before rolling it and pinching it between his fingers. She let out a cry when he nipped and pinched her hard, pebbled nipples between his teeth and fingers. He could do this forever, lick, suck and bite her until she came.
The scent of her fierce arousal and the feel of his palms against her bare skin, against the soft, tender flesh of her breasts and belly almost sent him to his knees. He wanted to rip her black leather pants off and part her quivering thighs to find her hot, sweet core. He wanted to put his mouth on her and lick and thrust his tongue into her until she screamed in ecstasy. He wanted to suckle her hard, until she was throbbing and boneless with pleasure.
As he moved his mouth over her breasts, licking and suckling furiously, his hand moved down her undulating hips and dragged her leg up
to his hip. He moved up to kiss her on the lips as he gripped her under her knee to part her legs and began to thrust against her. Her damn leather pants were in the way, but still he could feel her wet heat through all that fabric. He wanted to bury his cock deep inside her and make love to her madly. She groaned and met his thrusts by rolling her hips and grinding against him. His tongue thrust into her mouth in time to the thrusting of his hips. He was going wild, and if he didn't stop soon, he would spend his seed. He wanted to come inside her, and he tugged frenziedly at her pants, his claws erupting from his fingers to rip away the leather.
Her eyes flew open suddenly and she breathed, “No!”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“No!”
Yes!
Her mouth said no. But her body was screaming, Yes!
Oh yes, yes, yes!
Charlotte was going out of her mind. Lucas Rieve, PAC Alpha, her sexy stalker, was giving her the most mind-blowing, toe-curling pleasure, after causing her to flunk her Finals! His touch and kisses were like chocolate—dark, sinful, yummilicious, something she knew she should just say no to but couldn't.
Lucas ran his tongue over her aching peaks and her knees buckled.
Oh yes, please. I'll have more of that, if you please sir!
As if he had heard her—or did she just moan her demand aloud?—he grabbed both breasts and suckled them hungrily in turn. She could feel tongue and teeth against her flesh, his sharp canines scraping lightly across her erect peaks before his tongue skillfully soothed over her throbbing nipples. The heady mix of pain and pleasure made her clench her muscles, the ache between her legs becoming almost unbearable.
She shook her head, trying to clear it. Why had her body come alive for him? He was a werewolf. A sinfully sexy alpha werewolf, but still—he was one of them. She had nothing against paranormals or weres, but she just couldn't forget that her sister had been killed by a werewolf. Not any other were, but a wolf.
And here she was, panting for him, writhing wantonly against him, her fingers spearing through his hair as she pressed his head to her breast, urging him to take more.
She wanted him.
As much as he wanted her.
She gasped, trying to blink her vision into focus. But her mind was foggy with pleasure, her body pulsing and aching for release.
When he tried to ease her pants down her hips again, she shook her head. “No,” she whispered painfully.
“I won't take you,” he promised. “Just...let me pleasure you,” he grated against her neck.
Charlotte was almost mindless with need and frustration. She let out a shuddering breath and a small sob. Her hand moved to the inside of her thigh, and she almost screamed at the ache and the clawing hunger that was becoming excruciating. The heat coiled low in her belly, growing and spreading, burning to an inferno inside her body.
She needed to be touched.
“Let me ease you, Charlotte,” Lucas said softly. “I will not claim you. Not until you want me to.” Under a full moon.
Charlotte met his hazel eyes, and heard his last four words with her heart, rather than with her ears. Almost imperceptibly, she gave a small, shaky nod.
“P-please...” was all she could manage.
Lucas exhaled raggedly, as if striving for control. He closed his eyes and kissed her deeply, as his hands trailed down her neck to stroke the sides of her breasts. His fingers traveled up the swell of her breasts, making slow, torturous circles around her nipples.
When he ran his fingers over her erect nipples, she shuddered and gasped at his touch. Licking those dusky peaks, he moved his hand between her thighs and rubbed at her core. She gave a cry and ground down against his hand.
Lucas seemed to understand the desperate, painful need that was clawing for release inside her. She gripped his shoulders and gasped when he nudged his hard, muscular thigh between her legs to allow her to straddle him. She instinctively moved her hips, rubbing herself against his thigh, her hunger driving her wild. She met his golden eyes, and saw the same hunger reflected in its depths. A beast prowling, howling to be let loose. The fierce ache low in her body was becoming almost too painful to bear. Charlotte jerked her hips and groaned, when she felt her moisture pool between her thighs. It had probably soaked through her panties and right through her pants.
“I need...” she breathed hard. You.
Lucas's eyes blazed and his hands tightened over her wanton hips. Baring his teeth, he knelt down and roughly pushed her leather pants down her legs. He removed her boots and wrenched her pants from her ankles. At the sight and scent of her soaked cotton panties, Lucas's fangs and claws lengthened.
Charlotte glanced down and saw through her hazy vision that his fangs and claws weren't the only parts of his body that had lengthened. A very manly part of him had grown longer and much bigger as well. The head of his manly part was beaded with moisture, and Charlotte had a sudden urge to touch him, and taste that most intimate part of him.
Lucas had stood up and hoisted both her legs up to his waist, so that she was forced to wrap her legs and arms around him to prevent herself from falling. But instinctively she knew that he would never let her fall. He pressed her back against the wall, and she could feel the tip of his cock pressing against the wet fabric of her panties.
Her flimsy, dripping panties was the only thing that stood between his cock and her aching pussy. Would a pair of thin cotton underwear protect her? Protect her from what? From her own lust and rampaging libido?
What was it about this werewolf that made her heart beat like mad, making every inch of her body ache and throb so desperately?
True, he was handsome and sexy as hell, but there were many handsome, sexy men all over the city. Demon and vampire males were walking, winking temptations. So were most of the shifter males.
So what was it about Lucas Rieve?
Her body wanted him, and him only. It was almost as if her body...recognized him.
She blinked into his intense, golden eyes, trying to clear her thoughts. But the feel of her nipples stabbing into his solid chest made her moan and tighten her arms around his neck. She arched her back and rubbed her nipples over his chest, savoring the delicious friction between their bodies and the contrast between his rock hard muscles and her soft, bouncy flesh.
He was all male.
And in his arms, she was just...his female.
Her proudly protruding nipples brushed across his chest and touched his small, male nipples. Lucas jerked violently, as if he had just been electrified.
Charlotte smiled, feeling a sense of triumph and power over the alpha male. She liked what she did to him. She liked that she seemed to unhinge him, a potent, powerful male, who was struggling so hard to rein in his beast and his lust that he was almost out of his mind.
She wanted, she realized with a start, to drive him out of his mind with desire for her.
She breathed out a shuddering breath. She was playing with fire. The thought thrilled her.
She ground her crotch down on his cock, feeling the swollen head of his cock push against the wet, twisting material that was the last barrier between them. With each roll and grind of her hips, the material bunched and shifted, sliding to the side and exposing more and more of her clenching pussy. With one hard thrust, he would be inside her, his huge cock breaching her quivering, pink folds and pushing deep into her.
She trembled, wanting him yet fearing him.
Lucas dipped his head to take her breast into his mouth, and a high pitched keening sound escaped her throat. Her need was now a spinning vortex, dragging her down and drowning her. Her breaths came in sharp, ragged pants. Her brain was shutting down, her vision blurring. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't speak.
She clawed desperately into his shoulder, her nails raking down his back. Lucas released her breast, and his mouth took hers in a hard, fierce kiss. He pushing her back against the wall as his tongue thrust into her mouth, hard and demanding. Charlotte reached down and yanke
d viciously at her panties, almost mindless with need.
She wanted him, now!
To hell with sodden panties.
She wanted to feel him, bare, raw, real.
Lucas caught her wrist to stop her from tearing frenziedly at her own underwear. His eyes had turned completely wolf. Unwrapping her legs from around his waist, he steadied her on her feet before kneeling in front of her. He looked up and held her gaze as he parted her legs. With a growl, he leaned forward and tore her panties away with his teeth.
The feel of her panties ripping away from her flesh made her cry out as more of her juices squirted down the inside of her thighs. Lucas's nostrils flared and his feral eyes raked down her body which was quivering with undisguised desire before him.
The look on his face, the wild animal hunger in his eyes made Charlotte spread her legs wider for him. Lucas didn't wait, couldn't wait any longer. He lurched forward, his mouth locking onto her pussy. Lips, teeth, tongue were all over her, and Charlotte grabbed her own breasts in a mindless frenzy as Lucas licked and sucked her relentlessly. He laved her pussy lips with his tongue and licked her juices from her folds. When his lips closed over her clit and he began to suck it hard, she screamed as her pleasure began to crest uncontrollably. Lucas's powerful arms stretched up and he kneaded her breasts hard, thumbing her nipples furiously. His tongue kept circling her clit, licking it, flicking it until she shattered completely. Charlotte screamed in ecstasy, consumed by the most intense, burning pleasure she had ever experienced.
When that drowning wave of pleasure gradually subsided, and her senses slowly returned, Charlotte collapsed as sobs wrecked her body.
Lucas caught her in his arms, and held her against his chest.
The tears kept coming as if a dam had been broken. Emotions, long buried, memories, nightmares, fears gushed out in a torrent, as Charlotte clung to Lucas and cried. She cried for a long time, releasing everything she had kept inside her for so long.
She hadn't cried when Charlene died.
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