Scions: Revelation

by Patrice Michelle

  “My clothes,” she gasped. Yet the moment Caine had released her hands to pull her pants off her body, Emma immediately tugged off her tank top and tossed it to the floor.

  “You have an extra set in the dryer,” he curtly reminded her as he trailed his fingers past the trim dark bit of hair between her legs and teased her with stimulating skin-to-skin sparks of pleasure.

  Emma moaned and canted her hips, trying to encourage his deeper exploration of her body, but Caine just brushed his finger lightly along her skin, then moved back to circle the bit of sensitive flesh with her own moisture. His electric touch sent splinters of pleasure vibrating through her, making her temporarily forget everything but the hungry desire clawing inside her sex. Her body demanded to be taken and assuaged with hard powerful thrusts, to be battered with fierce, all-consuming roughness, the kind that she was sure would make her heart threaten to explode from her chest.

  She was surprised when Caine didn’t remove his jeans, but instead put one knee between her thighs and walked his hands up the cushions until his face aligned with hers. His sexy mouth was a breath away and her body literally vibrated, needing their connection—the pull was that strong when their skin was this close.

  His earthy, musky scent invaded her senses, making her feel light-headed and thoroughly seduced. Placing her hands on his hard pectorals, she enjoyed their humming physical bond and was ready to experience every part of Caine exploring her body inside and out. “Take off your jeans.”

  Caine’s warm hand slid between her thighs, fingers tracing upward along her inner thigh. “I’m not going to remove my pants.”

  Apparently he needed to be talked out of this whole “slowing things down” idea he had in his head. Emma glanced at their bodies and raised an eyebrow. “That’s going to make this a little difficult, isn’t it?”

  Caine shook his head and his fingers sent waves of excitement scattering through her body. “I meant what I said earlier. I’m almost zerker, Emma.”

  He couldn’t be saying…Her voice trembled. “But when we were together before you were willing—”

  “That was when I thought we could live a human life in the human world, but as the Velius’ leader, you’ll be expected to take charge and in doing so you’ll be constantly challenged by your panthers. I would naturally defend you.”

  “And it would only be a matter of time before your Musk form became permanent,” she finished for him, feeling bereft. She would never put him at risk of going zerker for her own selfish need to keep him close.

  “Your pride doesn’t need offspring with the taint of zerker potential in their blood, and because I don’t know if this is something I can pass on, I won’t take that risk with you.”

  “We’ll use a condom.”

  “Which isn’t foolproof.” He shook his head and the determined set of his jaw made her stomach twist and her heart sink.

  Emma hammered her fist on his shoulder, sobbing her frustration. “If all we have is this brief time, you’re the only man I want to share my virginity with. You’re the only man I want, damn it!”

  A dangerous shadow crossed Caine’s face and he quickly clasped the back of her neck, his power over her obliterating Emma’s ability to fight him. When her fist froze on his chest and her attention zeroed in on him, Caine leaned close, his low voice dark as sin. “You might walk out of here tomorrow technically still a virgin, but I guarantee you after tonight…you won’t feel like one.”

  Chapter 13

  C aine stared into Emma’s luminous golden eyes with resolute regard, even as his body shuddered deep inside. Her black hair was spread along the couch cushions and her cheeks were still flushed in arousal. She was biting her lower lip, trying not to cry, shredding his heart. The idea of another man having sex with Emma, touching her intimately, sent his mind in a vicious tailspin. He gnashed his teeth, already hating the bastard.

  But Emma deserved so much more than he could ever give her. All because of his foolish youthful need for vengeance, he’d pay for the rest of his life. Ironically, he’d spent the last decade thinking nothing was worse than going zerker. Even death paled in comparison. He was wrong.

  The thought of walking away from Emma, of not sliding inside her and bonding with her the way a Lupreda wolf would, was mentally and emotionally devastating, yet he couldn’t let her know how much he suffered, couldn’t share that his stomach burned and his heart felt like it was being ripped from his chest. He wanted the freedom to stand outside and howl, “She’s mine!” across the entire Shawangunk Ridge, to snarl at any man who looked her way. And heaven help anyone who tried to touch her—if Emma hadn’t been standing between them, he’d have beaten Roman senseless for daring to touch her. The dumb ass!

  Sliding his fingers down from her neck to her shoulder, Caine released Emma from his hold and felt the slight tremor in his hand as he traced his thumb along her collarbone.

  Tears filled her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. “Why does your touch affect me that way? Why can you lock me in place? No one else can do that.”

  Caine chuckled and shook his head in wonder, skimming his fingertips across the curve of her breast. “Maybe because you completely trust me and know that I would never hurt you.”

  Emma glanced down as her warm fingers slid along his chest. Arousing electrical currents slammed straight to his engorged sex when she pressed on his nipples, then rubbed her nails across the tiny tips. “I think it’s because of this magnetic link you and I have.” Her gaze snapped back to his at the same time she dug her nails into both nipples. “It’s that powerful.”

  Caine ground his teeth at the erotic sensations blasting directly up his spine. Growling, he leaned forward and captured her nipple, rolling his tongue around the pink tip as he sucked hard. Not to be outdone, he captured her other nipple with his fingers at the same time, twirling the tip before he pinched, squeezing hard.

  Emma’s head fell back with her excited gasp. Her grip moved to his shoulders and she rocked her hips, moaning in pleasure. Caine took full advantage of her distraction. Releasing her nipple, he continued loving on her breast with his mouth at the same time he slid his palm down her rib cage and stomach until he found her center.

  Emma bucked against his hand, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Her nails marked his skin, sending his inner wolf through the roof. Damnit to hell, he wanted to slide inside her sweet body. To fill her up and never let her go. Remembering how small she was the last time he’d touched her, Caine ran his fingers up and down her slick sex, teasing her sweet clit and touching every precious pink fold to the point of driving her as insane as he felt. Emma’s fingers jammed into his hair and she tugged hard, pulling his mouth off her breast and his body along hers until his chest crushed hers. “I can’t stand the tingling pressure. It’s almost painful. Touch me!” she panted.

  Caine set his jaw and groaned. Her feminine smell had sent his senses into hyperalert, making him want her with a fierceness that would leave his brain sheer mush when he was done. She was so beautiful and uninhibited, her head thrashing back and forth in wild abandon. His own insides felt as if his wolf was shredding his guts from his chest all the way to his rock-hard crotch. He was burning from the inside out. Damn, he wanted nothing more than to fulfill her request and thrust his fingers inside her, deep and hard. But he had to keep it together for Emma.

  He started to push his finger slowly inside her, but Emma bucked and his thick digit dipped inside.

  Emma’s breath caught on a pained gulp and Caine cupped his palm on her mound to keep his fingers from going to deep. Pinning her still with a tight hold, he spoke as calmly as he could. “Open your legs, sweetheart, and let me help you get used to me touching you.”

  As the tension released from her legs, her soft wet channel contracted around his finger, making his gut cinch and his body flash with heat. Caine clenched his teeth and closed his eyes for a second so he could focus. Slowly, he moved his finger deeper, pulling out and then sliding back in
side.

  Emma’s hips began to move and she let out tiny whimpers of pleasure, begging, “Deeper.”

  Once Caine had plunged his finger to the hilt a few times and Emma changed her demands to, “Harder,” he knew her body had finally adjusted.

  Sweat coated his skin and Emma’s, too, as he began to pump his finger in and out of her sex, adding another finger to the mix. Her smell was playing havoc with his mind. Caine planted kisses and then slid his tongue in a leisurely lap along the sensitive crease where her leg met her body. He needed to taste her, to implant her unique flavor in his memory so he could keep a tiny part of Emma to himself.

  Emma cried out when he withdrew his hand, ceasing their intimate connection, but Caine’s pulse thrummed in his head, a steadily increasing beat, drowning out everything but his desire to pleasure her in the most passionate and carnal way possible.

  Dipping his head, he ran his tongue up her slick sex and shuddered, closing his eyes as her arousing taste exploded in his mouth and set his body on a knife’s edge. Sharp and alert, he would readily accept the pain of holding back while he pleasured her. Spreading her thighs wide, he dove back for more, groaning as he slid his tongue inside, wishing like hell his cock could follow suit. Emma moaned and her musky sweet flavor coated his tongue, tasting like the most decadent dessert. She was pure heaven.

  “Feels so good. More!” she demanded.

  Caine thrust his tongue deeper before moving his lips to explore every intimate part of Emma…not a single place was left untouched. The moment he latched on to her clit, Emma jerked and her back bowed with her wailing cry.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged through ragged choppy breaths, her hips rocking at a faster pace.

  Her excitement spiked his own and Caine had to mentally steel himself to keep from losing it. He was surer than hell that he’d have the worst case of nauseating blue balls when they were done, but this special woman was worth every ounce of suffering.

  Let go, Em. Give yourself to me, he said in a low growl in her mind as he slid his fingers deep inside her and found her G-spot, upping the tension even more.

  Emma screamed and yanked hard on his hair at the same time she began to convulse around his fingers. As her warmth flowed over him, Caine experienced a wild, jacked-up rush unlike any he’d ever had before. He counted every flutter around his fingers, relishing in each precious one, and again cursed the fates for keeping them apart.

  He’d had his share of Lupreda women, felt their sweet sighs and soft feminine skin, experienced their bites of passion and demanding growls, but nothing came even close to the enthralling, erotic experience of watching Emma’s passion unfurl and seeing her turn into the full-fledged wildcat he knew she’d be. Nothing got him off more than knowing he was the man responsible.

  Caine moved up her sweet curves and gripped at her waist with one hand while he pressed his lips against hers. Emma wrapped her arms tight around his neck and kissed him back with a wild fierceness that made his heart soar, telling him what their bodies already knew. They belonged together…like this. Loving one another, wallowing in each other’s desires for days until they both couldn’t walk, couldn’t think, could barely breathe. Then they’d sleep to recover so they could rediscover each other all over again. Hell, yeah, that’s what he wanted.

  Hot tears stung behind Emma’s tightly closed eyelids. Caine’s kiss was so passionate and intense, she returned his fervor with every ounce of her soul. She couldn’t believe how much she’d felt as he loved intimately on her body. The sparks flying between them, combined with his sexy voice floating through her mind and his talented mouth and tongue loving on her and tugging at her insides as if he were personally strumming them to life, sent her to a semiconscious plane she never knew existed.

  “Only you,” she whispered in wrenching sobs against his mouth.

  Caine surprised her by growling low in his throat and thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth to the same rhythm of his finger still inside her…as if he were trying to imprint apart of himself on her forever. Emma knew she’d never look at herself the same way again. Caine had already left his impression on her, but the thought of being branded by the sexy wolf turned her on, and she met each of his thrusts with welcoming movements of her hips, holding him tighter against her.

  When Emma crooned and undulated her hips, Caine withdrew his finger from her and slid his thumb along her slick folds. With each downward thrust back inside Emma’s sexy body, he moved his thumb along her folds and applied circular pressure, bringing the tiny bit of flesh into play. The moment she began to purr between pants, the appealing sound rumbling softly in her throat was the ultimate aphrodisiac. He had to grit his teeth and force himself not to react or move or he’d go right over with her.

  Instead, he shared, whispering every thought that went through his mind into hers. I feel your hot body tightening around me, Em. Imagine it’s me inside you thrusting deep. That’s exactly where I want to be right now. Filling up your beautiful body with mine again and again. Come for me, sweetheart.

  Emma breathed heavily against his neck and then his shoulder as her body spiraled toward another climax. Caine gritted his teeth from the pleasurable pain he experienced as her nails dug deep into his shoulders, gouging him with each hitching breath she took.

  Emma screamed and bit down on his shoulder to muffle the sound as she rode the waves of her powerful climax. The moment her tremors slowed, Caine pressed his lips to hers and spoke in her mind once more, his voice sounding hoarse like he’d yelled for hours. In your heart and mine, you’ll always belong to me.

  When Emma wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed and laved at the spot where she’d bitten him, his deep love for this woman clogged his chest as if someone had slammed a fist deep inside. He’d wanted nothing more than to bite her back; he’d even felt his canines descend while her body rocked against him, regardless of the silver around his neck. Caine barely held on, but he managed to keep his sharp teeth out of her skin, even though every fiber inside him, from his aching cock to his inner wolf, howled at him to claim her.

  Staring into Emma’s gorgeous eyes, full of love and passion, he realized he needed to back off for a bit or that’s exactly what he would do. Caine ran his finger down her nose and tapped the end in a lighthearted gesture that was far from the intense battle that raged inside him. “Why don’t you go sit by the fire and I’ll see if anyone thought to stock the fridge for us.”

  Emma grabbed the soft throw blanket lying across the back of the couch and stood on trembling legs to wrap it around her before she moved to sit on the soft carpet in front of the warm cracking fire. Flames leapt high and sparks flew when a log shifted in the grate. The room held a pleasant smoky smell as she bent her knees, wrapping the blanket around her.

  Caine’s back was clearly in view while he peered into the fridge. Red claw marks marred his broad shoulders where she’d held on for dear life through her orgasm. Emma’s stomach clenched from the vivid memories of the explosive climaxes Caine had given her, not to mention the fact she’d bitten the man. It was bad enough he’d been holding himself back, but why’d she go and tempt him even more by biting him?

  Her cheeks flamed and her hands shook. She’d freakin’ bit him. Laying her forehead on her arms, she blew out an unsteady breath. What must he think of her? She could still taste his blood and the salt from his sweat on her tongue and her body continued to react, clenching instantly at the memorable taste.

  “Hey, are you asleep?”

  She lifted her head and her heart jerked when Caine set a mug on the floor and sat facing her. Cinnamon apples and mulling spices wafted in the air while Caine stretched his long legs out beside her bent ones. Leaning back on his hands, he stared at her intently as if waiting to hear her innermost thoughts.

  The position flexed his biceps and pulled his chest and stomach muscles tight, displaying his ripped body to perfection. He was beautiful, sleek and sculpted with firelight dancing
in his intriguing hazel eyes. Their color appeared a lighter green than usual, but the swirling brown combined with the lighter green definitely affected her, knocking the breath from her lungs.

  “You turned out the lights,” she commented, blowing her hair out of her eyes.

  He smiled and leaned over to brush her hair away from her face. But instead of pulling away, he ran his fingers through the strands, his reverent gaze following in their wake. “I wanted to watch you sparkle.”

  She lifted a hank of her hair to inspect it and saw the glittery strands. Awkward heat flooded her cheeks once more. “Why is my hair doing this?”

  Caine’s smile faded and his jaw flexed. “The Velius’ fur was engineered to sparkle in the night, taking away their greatest hunting skill—the ability to hide in the darkness. Your eyes are the same, glowing golden in low light. My guess is the medicine you were taking was still inhibiting those attributes, and that’s why I didn’t notice a difference in you the first night in the club, even though your smell was definitely earthy.”

  The truthful tidbit of their race’s history made her chest ache. Differences. They were different. And she was meant to be his prey. “What do feel when you look at me?”

  Caine ran his fingertips leisurely along her brow, then slid his hand through her hair once more. “Aroused.”

  His honest, sexy-as-hell response made her skin prickle. “So my scent and the way I look doesn’t make you want to hunt me?”

  His lips tilted in the most devastating smile she’d ever seen—the kind that had “wicked” written all over it—making her toes curl and her body tingle all over. “I definitely want to hunt you. Not for prey, but to sink my teeth into your sweet skin like you did mine.”

  Mortified all over again, her cheeks burned and she spoke in a stuttering rush. “About that…I’m so sorry I bit you. I—I have no idea why I did that. I—”