Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy)

by Ayusso, Danae

  When I traced my tongue over his fangs, a chill of perverse pleasure mixed with danger raced down my spine and I growled. It was a primal growl mixed with a soft purr of pure sexual desire that rolled from the base of my throat, and it was answered by a soft growl of his own before Tanis started kissing me more aggressively.

  It could have been only a few seconds or a few centuries, I honestly couldn’t tell and didn’t care, but eventually Tanis pulled away from me. Thankfully his were eyes closed, because I was practically chasing his mouth with mine, and his firm grip on the back of my neck held me in place so I couldn’t attack his mouth with mine again. His breathing was labored and his tongued licked over his lips more than once before he shivered, a soft moan of a snarl escaped from the base of his throat.

  Goddamn that’s sexy.

  My breathing was just as labored as his, but I couldn’t stop looking at him; Tanis was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I had never wanted anyone more than I wanted him.

  Are these feelings purely hormone fueled? Is...what he’s doing now normal? Why isn’t he saying anything? Was I such a bad kisser that he’s speechless?

  Damn it.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

  A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “For what?” he asked softly as he slowly opened his eyes, a strange look of complete contentment washed across his face before he looked at me curiously.

  Nervous, I bit my lip, tasting him all over again.

  “Lots of things I suppose,” I mumbled.

  But mainly disappointing you.

  “Me Duckie,” he softly purred and loosened his hold on my neck. “You have nothing to apologize for. I should be saying goodnight, now that I have had my kiss,” he said with a mischievous smirked.

  Instantly my face fell.

  I didn’t like the way that sounded, and the possessiveness was back; I wasn’t ready for him to leave! And if he thought I could sleep after that, he was seriously mistaken.

  “Do I get to give you a kiss goodbye?” I asked as I looked at his inviting mouth.

  Softly Tanis laughed. “I think I have made meself quite clear, Duckie. You can have anything you want from me…I am yours.”

  And that was what I had been waiting my entire life to hear.

  “Okay,” I said with a smile and pulled myself to his mouth. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing, for the most part, but I followed what he did and softly caressed his lips with mine, and they eagerly parted, effortlessly deepening the kiss.

  As if my body had a mind of its own, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up, and wrapped my legs around his waist.

  Tanis didn’t wait to be told twice, his hand immediately found my ass and he grabbed it, holding me tight against him and his obvious arousal.

  “Bed?” I panted against his lips.

  Tanis looked at me cautiously, but something in my expression made him humor me so he walked the half-dozen steps across my room and lowered us down on the bed. He stretched out on top of me, and his wet clothes sent a freezing chill across my skin but it didn’t slow our battling lips. I slid my hands under his shirt and he pulled away from my mouth just long enough that I could pull the shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. My fingers danced across his shoulders and caressed down his back, committing to memory each muscle and the way it contracted under my touch.

  He worked his mouth down the length of my neck and across my shoulder in a combination of feathery kissed, teasing swipes of his tongue, and playful nibbles with his front teeth before he slid the strap to my tank top off of my shoulder. A soft moan of contentment rolled from the base of his throat and it, in turn, vibrated my body slightly, turning me on even more.

  “Simply beautiful,” he murmured before tenderly kissing the newly exposed flesh.

  I could feel his fangs as they brushed across my shoulder and collar bone as he went, and it caused my eyes to roll back in my head and my back arched off of the bed from the desire coursing through me. It was a struggle to find an outlet, to somehow get the vampire controlling my body in ways that it had never been controlled before… it never wanted to be controlled before but it did now, but only in the ways that Tanis could control it.

  I had never felt or experienced anything like it before; it made my head swim and my heart race, and more than once I have to fight the urge to roll him over and rip his pants off, to sink my teeth into his warm flesh, to leave my mark upon his beautiful body so the world would know that he was mine and only mine.

  Denying the primal longing was the hardest thing I had ever done.

  When Tanis’ velvety hands ventured under my shirt, softly caressing up my stomach, his nimble fingers tracing each small muscle group, my eyes snapped open and my body automatically tensed. I laid there without moving, reluctantly waiting for him to continue up my ribs to my breasts, but he didn’t. Instead, he slid down my body and turned his attention to stomach and teased me with his mouth. The tip of his tongue circled my bellybutton, and each completed circuit drove me completely insane with desire, before he turned his attention to each muscle indentation and placed feathery kisses along each.

  One of my hands pushed against the headboard while the other knotted in his hair, aggressively directing him along my body without meaning to, and when he softly bit the front of my hip, I inadvertently moaned...rather loudly.

  Tanis chuckled and unknotted my hand from his hair and I pouted. “Duckie, are you trying to get me killed?” he teased.

  “Nu huh,” I pouted and quickly shook my head.

  He crawled up on top of me and stretched his body along mine before softly kissing my lips. “Whatever am I going to do with you, me Duckie?” he whispered as his eyes moved over my face many times.

  “You could keep doing what you were doing because it was awesome,” I strongly suggested, and he buried his face against the side of my neck and shook with contained laughter.

  Or not.

  “Oh shut up,” I mumbled and slapped his ass. “It isn’t funny. That was amazing.”

  “No, you are amazing,” he whispered and caressed down the length of my neck with the tip of his nose, he then trailed soft kisses across my shoulder. “Duckie, I have never met someone who makes me forget what I am, and remember who I was, as you do. I have never felt more alive or human than I have in these past few days...and that is solely because of you. I..I cannot even put into words... Duckie, I love it,” he whispered before brushing his lips against mine again, causing me to squirm under him—anything to get closer to him, but he didn’t seem to get it.

  When I didn’t say anything, he nodded his understanding.

  “The hour is late,” he murmured, his eyes moving over my face once more.

  “And you’re half naked and all wet,” I countered, well aware at what he was hinting at, and I wrapped myself around him in a feeble attempt to hold him hostage.

  He shook his head in amused disappointment. “That I am,” he agreed.

  I cocked an eyebrow.

  “What are you subtly trying to tell me, Duckie?” he asked so softly that it caused my eyes to flood with tears.

  He was a vampiric demon and didn’t even know it.

  “Stay,” I pleaded, caressing the wet hair off of his forehead, “with me...please.”

  His beautiful eyes worked over my face many times. “I am sorry, Duckie, however, that is not very honorable.”

  As much as I loved his old world charm, it was annoying as hell when I was trying to get laid.

  “This is the twenty-first century,” I pointed out.

  Tanis cocked an eyebrow. “You do not say,” he mused.

  “I do, and I’m not about to let you out of there without a fight,” I confidently informed him.

  A smile filled his face. “Well, when you put it like that, how can I possibly deny such an invitation?”

  Nearly four hours of holding Jay Dee in my arms was more than had I expected to get.

 
Hell, everything I got was more than I had expected to get.

  First, she permitted me to enter her house, knowing that only my lack of invitation was keeping me from being able to enter, and the invitation couldn’t be revoked once given. I got to kiss her, and she kissed me back, a few times. I got to touch her unbelievably soft body, caress it, and hold against mine.

  I didn’t sleep…I couldn’t! All I could think about was the barely clothed woman in my arms and how I wanted to keep her all to myself for the rest of eternity.

  Never had I thought like that about anyone before, and it flooded me with guilt that I was even contemplating taking young woman’s future away from her by sinking my fangs into her soft, lightly tanned neck, simply for my own selfish reasons.

  It’d be a cold day in hell when I would ever, seriously, contemplate turning someone, but it didn’t keep the thought from entering my mind a time or two hundred while I caressed her velvety skin and indulged in the warmth of her caress and the taste of her mouth.

  It truly was heaven on Earth in the middle of the reservation, surrounded by sleeping werewolves.

  Eventually, Jay Dee fell asleep curled up next to me with her head on my chest, and her thick mane of hair caressed my skin with each breath she took, causing an intense arousal to the likes of nothing I had ever known before to swell in my loins. She had thrown her leg across my thighs in an attempt to keep me from leaving—she didn’t have to worry about that, I wanted nothing more than to stay the night with her—and her fingers absently caressed my ear in her sleep. To my pleasant surprise, Jay Dee talked in her sleep a few times. It was nothing I could completely understand or put context to, but the wide array of facial expressions made it more than clear what she was feeling: happiness, pain, fear, joy, and contentment.

  I could relate because apparently there were a mere reflection of my own feelings at that moment.

  Watching her sleep was an entirely different experience. I had never watched anyone sleep before, and it wasn’t something I would do again, unless it was Jay Dee I was watching, but hearing her softly moan my name while I caressed my fingers across her bare thigh, and the way she trembled under my touch, was beyond anything I had ever experienced in my very long life.

  My pants stayed on, to her dismay, as did her knickers, which took all of my combined centuries of discipline and restraint to achieve, but as she had said, she wasn’t that kind of girl, even though her actions and begging made her seem like that kind of girl.

  And that was what ultimately made me deny her pouting and whimpering, her large, puppy dog eyes, and long, batting lashes. I didn’t want to do that to her; make her question or feel like something she wasn’t simply because we had both gotten caught up in the moment.

  It should have earned me bloody sainthood.

  However, none of that was nearly as hard as leaving her before sunrise.

  The soft sound of footsteps coming down the hall pulled me from the blissful heaven I had drifted to in my head, and the possessiveness started to rear its most inconvenient head. It was a struggle to keep from throwing Jay Dee over my shoulder and ducking out the window as I attempted to make run for it.

  A very small voice of commonsense reminded me that she most likely wouldn’t look too favorably on being kidnapped by a vampire.

  Tenderly I caressed her lips with mine as I carefully slid out from under her.

  Jay Dee softly moaned. “I’m not ready to give you up yet,” she mumbled before her soft purr of a snore resumed.

  I am not ready to give you up either, me Duckie. However, I do not wish to be in the middle of a dog fight if I get caught.

  I unhooked the platinum chain link bracelet I had worn—Jay Dee had given me grief about how I was sporting the Mr. T starter kit…I wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but I smacked her on the arse for it just the same—and quickly fastened it around her wrist, a silent way of assuring her that’d I see her again, and soon, before slipping out the bedroom window just as her bedroom door opened.

  I ran home in a daze, not exactly sure how I got there, but Mum was just turning in when I crossed the garden.

  “Hello, my precious one,” she warmly greeted with a smile. “Do I dare enquire as to why you are turning in at such a late hour?” she asked with an amused smile.

  I couldn’t help but laugh, and shook my head. “I would not suggest it,” I teased with a face-consuming smile.

  “Holy Hell, Child! Are you trying to singlehandedly start a war between our species?” she asked but there was no genuine concern in her; she was overly amused at my childlike antics.

  I shrugged but continued to smile, it was near impossible not to smile when thinking about Jay Dee and the wonderful night we had spent together.

  “Starting a war?” I asked, overly amused by her wording. “I can confidently tell you that I did nothing which would warrant a war between our people,” I said the latter ominously and she rolled her eyes.

  “The Lightfoots are dear, old friends,” Mum scolded. “Playing grab arse with their youngest child could possibly start a war to the likes of nothing my overly confident and proud son could ever imagine. They are very protective of the girl,” she informed me and I made a face at her. “With that said, you must tell me,” she said with a mischievous smirk, “you did not do anything which I will have to fight with my husband over, did you?”

  I bit my lip and blushed.“Possibly,” I admitted. “I did not play grab arse, however, I did kiss her.”

  “That is a reason to smile,” she agreed and offered me her hand.

  I escorted her into the house and to the kitchen so I could make something to eat before picking Jay Dee up.

  Mum sat and watched me move around the kitchen, gathering what I would need to make a vegetable omelet. Softly she laughed with a content sigh while I hummed a happy song under my breath as I chopped mushrooms and green peppers.

  Finally, she huffed, not able to take it anymore.

  “My precious one, you are simply the worst kind of tease,” she complained and I laughed. “Tell me all about it, leave not one detail out. You went to her house and…” she prompted.

  I looked up at her and cocked an eyebrow. “And you have the audacity to call me the worst kind of tease, when you, yourself, Madam, are salivating for gossip.”

  Mum batted her long, black lashes. “You speak rather boldly of one whom has been shackled to a small town and has to resort to stalking the night in order to alleviate her boredom.”

  I gave her a look. “Hypocrisy at its finest,” I dryly informed her with a smirk. “Was it not you who begged me to attempt to find complacency in this wolf infested shitehole…” I instantly cringed.

  Mum cocked an eyebrow. “Be happy that your father was not here to hear such words spill from your lips!” she scolded in a hiss. “Some of my most trusted friends have been werewolves, and the fact that you, yourself, have been consorting with werewolves as of late, and yet you speak so brazenly of them, is hypocrisy at its finest!”

  Being forced to go to bloody high school with werewolves does not constitute willfully consorting with them. And neither does staying the night in a house filled with sleeping wolves with a young woman in my arms…that does not count!

  I sulked around the granite island and wrapped my arms around her and tenderly kissed the top of her head. “My most heartfelt apologies, Mum.”

  She tenderly patted my back. “Be thankful your father, or Jay Dee for that matter, were not present to hear your words. I would work on minding your tongue, if I were you.”

  I nodded my understanding and went back to my food. “I must admit, the story is rather romantic, if I dare say so myself,” I smugly informed her, desperately trying to change the subject, and she snorted, well aware of what I was doing. “I could not sleep, not in the least. All I could think of were the pink pillows of my desires which I was so very close to caressing with mine...speaking of which, Romeo is on me shite list.”

  Mum laughed. “Wh
en is he not?” she countered.

  “True, however this time was worse than all the others put together.”

  She shook her head. “I am patiently waiting to hear this tale of romance and young love.”

  I gave her a look. “I am over three hundred years old, Mum. I am anything but young.”

  “She is nearing eighteen,” she countered.

  Buggers.

  I licked my dry lips and plated my food. “Mum, that will prove to be a problem, will it not?” I asked.

  Her face fell. “Tanis, my precious one, age is nothing but a number to the hearts of those it seemingly effects, and yet is an ever constant in the eyes and on the tongues of those who do not matter. When you look upon her, Tanis, do you see a child or a young woman who acts her age?”

  Did I? I know that she is young, much younger than I, but she is one of the most responsible and mature people I have ever met. Most of the time, I feel as if I am the young one between the two of us.

  My lack of an answer caused her to sigh and shake her head. “Tanis, for the first time in your very long life, listen to what is in your heart and not the fear of what could happen, and the nightmares of what has happened before. None of that was your fault.”

  I scoffed. “And yet Toran told me the exact opposite,” I sneered, absently stabbing the plated omelet with my fork.

  Mum growled. “You do not say?” she hissed. She was going to kick Toran’s arse when she saw him again, and it served him right.

  “I got up to grab something from the kitchen,” I said, continuing the story, “however, me feet did not stop when they reached the marble floor, they seemingly had a mind of their own. In a daze, I walked in the rain to her house, and by the time I got there, I was completely saturated with water, however, I had never felt warmer. Simply the thought of her fills me with this...” my words trailed off and I shook my head, trying to clear it.