by M L Briers
“Then we’re good?” She asked and he tipped his head to one side and regarded her with suspicion. She noted it and sidetracked him with another question, giving him something to think about other than the topic of Gina and her little nap. “You’re ok with this mating thing too, right?”
“You need to ask?” He shot her a look of disbelief and she she winced slightly.
“Well, you did ask me if I’m sure and that leads me to wonder if this isn’t about me but more about you not being sure…” He grabbed her upper arms and yanked her towards him, just an inch or so but it was enough to press his body firmly against hers. She felt e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g, especially the hard length of his cock that was pressed up against her stomach. Ok, there may be a little- a lot of nasty, I like nasty…
“Does that feel like certainty to you?” Dale asked. There were a good few thoughts shooting through her head right then and not one of them was suitable for a child. That feels like my toes are gonna curl over and my womb is going to thank you tomorrow…
“Yeah, that feels like rock-hard-certainty to me.” She sounded almost breathless and giddy and she had a smile on her lips that was pure wickedness. He liked that smile and the promise that it held and he wasn’t about to let either of them dig a hole again. His lips came down on hers before either of them could speak.
Hello- Mother Nature calling… Your time is up… get on the bed and assume the position… Wow, if only they could bottle their potency, Lycans would make a fortune… Maybe that’s…not important right now… Time and place, and I have the time and this is his place…
“Eloise.” Jethro thought the witch looked so small curled up in Alex’s arms compared to the woman that he’d watched kill the vampire. Alex gave a small growl of annoyance, he could feel his mate’s emotions swirling within her and he was trying to sooth her back to him.
“Does it have to be now, Jethro?” Alex asked the question even thought he already knew the answer. This was the best time to get the truth from someone, when they were still all over the place with shock and not thinking straight.
“Yeah, Alex.” Jethro could appreciate that his enforcer was looking out for his mate, but it had to be done, there were still questions to be answered and Eloise was the only one with the answers. He squatted down next to the chair and put his hand gently over hers. She brought her eyes to his and he didn’t need to be a genius to read her mixed emotions. “Why were you and Rebecca outside?” She blinked a couple of times as if to focus her eyes, but it was her mind that she needed to get in order.
“Rebecca said that Alex was hurt…” The growl that rolled through her mate warmed her as much as it startled her. “She said she’d take me to him. I wanted to heal him.”
“Damn that She-wolf…” Alex growled out. Right up until that point he had mourned the loss of Rebecca, but now he only had anger in his heart for her actions.
“What happened then?” Jethro ignored his pack brother and gave her hand an encouraging squeeze.
“She scented something, heard something…? I don’t know, but she took off.” Alex fidgeted around her. If Rebecca were still alive he’d deal with her himself… “I tried to follow… and then I guessed that I wasn’t supposed to.” Eloise dropped her eyes. “I tripped over her in the clearing and then the vampire dropped down from the trees…” She closed her eyes and turned her face further into Alex’s chest. She could feel his inner strength seeping into her as his arms tightened about her body.
“I’m not sorry I killed the vampire.” Eloise bit out. “And I’m not sorry how I killed him.” She added and Jethro slowly nodded.
“Me either.” He pushed up to his full height and nodded towards Alex. He was more than satisfied with what Eloise had told him and he didn’t get the feeling of deceit from her. The witch had nothing to hide and in his mind she couldn’t be faulted for Rebecca’s death. “Take her home, Alex.” He offered gently before he turned and walked away from them.
Alex stroked his hand down his mate’s cheek. He could feel the storm of emotions that was raging inside her, and that storm was surely ready to break, although she had it on a pretty tight leash. Her eyes flicked to his and then down again.
“How you doing, sweetheart?” Alex wanted to ease her suffering, but first he needed her to face it head on. She kept her eyes down and away from his gaze.
“I’m fine…” She lied as hot tears pricked at her eyes. “Just fine.” She fought to keep her emotions in check, fought against the overwhelming feelings of relief and misery that mixed inside her. The loss of her mother, finally avenged. Rebecca’s deathly stare as if she was accusing her of having a hand in it. The vampire’s death and how she had taken her own sweet time in making sure that he suffered for his crimes…
“Not yet, baby…” He reached out and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him and feeling her tense for one long breath before she nestled into him and clung on like a scared child. “But I promise you will be.” Alex growled gently against her ear and felt the moment when the storm burst inside of her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Stripped naked and spread out on the bed with a gorgeous hunk nipping, licking and kissing every inch of my body… If I was a character in a certain book my inner Goddess would be saying ‘Oh my.’ Annabeth rolled her head against the mattress when Dale curled his tongue around the back of her knee and started a journey up her inner thigh. Thankfully those words aren’t in my vocabulary and I have to say ‘hell yeah.’
She went to pull her body up on the bed so that she could reach for his cock, return the favour of every inch of her skin tingling and buzzing with the feelings he’d encouraged with that clever tongue of his, and yet the large hand that palmed her left breast and pushed her back down as he caught her hard nipple between his thumb and index finger and tweaked it, stopping her in her tracks as her womb received those jolts of pure electric joy. His tongue was climbing towards her sex and she was as fidgety as hell. She’d been more than patient with him, but she needed more now.
“Dale…” She moved her hips and another hand came down on her stomach and held her in place. He grunted then growled a response. That growl rolled up her flesh and over her sex. Death by anticipation, longing, needing…
Then his hands ran down over her body and he used his thumbs to open her sex wide as his palms curled over her the top of her inner thighs and reached up to her hip bones. Just the touch of those thumbs against the outer skin of her sex was enough to make her growl back at him… Where did that come from…? Me? Did I just growl?
For one long moment Dale hesitated. His ears pricked up and he moved his thumbs and heard her growl again, not a Lycan growl, not a wolf growl, but a rumble that his beast understood anyway. He growled in response, never having heard something so damn sexy in his life and swiped his tongue from one end of her sex to the other, and boy did she growl with delight at that.
His beast went frantic. He was delirious at the sound that made his cock twitch and throb with the need to be buried deep inside her satin walls, and he could wait no longer to devour her sex with a fever that caused that growl to rumble in her throat as her fingers lodged in his hair and curled into a death grip. Hell yes…
“So good… so damn good… don’t stop…” Her voice was almost guttural, sexy as hell and so husky that it almost felt as if her hand had tightened around his cock.
He would have grinned to himself, but he had no damn intention of stopping until he’d tasted her cream on his tongue. He thrust his tongue inside the clenching walls of her channel and felt the squeeze… His mind and body were torn between wanting her taste and plunging his cock inside to feel that around his length.
He knew that there was time for both and yet he wanted it all and he wanted it now. She was akin to getting a bunch of presents and wanting to tear through everyone just to see what was next, and yet he wanted to savour each and every one of her gifts to him. He rolled his tongue inside her and her hips thrust up… He held her in plac
e and did it again and again until she growled some more.
“Dale…” She was in danger of pulling his hair out at the scalp and yet he didn’t give a damn. He moved up her folds and swirled his tongue around the swollen flesh of her sensitive clit and slipped one thick, long finger inside her. “More…” She demanded. Not certain of what she wanted more of. He closed his lips around her clit and sucked hard as he pushed another digit into her.
His blunt teeth nipped and grated against her flesh. His tongue curled under the little hood of flesh and found the nerves, and his lips had the kind of suction lock around her flesh that couldn’t be prised away. Fingers curled inside her and rubbed against that little bunch of nerves and she writhed, moaned and growled as best she could as her body climbed towards its first orgasm with her mate.
Oh… my… Goddess… She felt her body climbing, climbing, it wasn’t Mount Everest but it felt like it was taking forever to reach the top. He was keeping her just short of the summit and she so desperately wanted to throw herself off the edge… Just-one-more-little… Please… Please…
Every inch of her body froze in time for that one exceptional second before he took her over the edge and her body exploded into the most intense orgasm that she had ever been blessed to receive. Tossed over the cliff and into the throbbing, mindless, boneless world where her veins filled with lava and her nerves pulsed with pleasure. Holy…crap… Wait, what’s he doing…? He was thrusting his tongue inside her as his thumb rubbed against the overhyped nerves of her clit and somewhere in the back of her mind her body was screaming at her brain to escape… by whatever means necessary.
She tried to push away with her heels into the mattress, but his hand had her locked in place. She moaned, growled and tried to wrench his head away by the hair, but he just growled possessively and that did nothing to calm her flesh… When she finally found her voice, it came out shrill and desperate…
“Stop or I’ll rip your damn tongue out of your mouth…” She breathed a sigh of relief as she raised her head from the mattress and gave a quick whoopi as he immediately snapped backwards from her… She prised her eyes open and saw the look of amusement mixed with contrition on his face…
“You do taste good, sweetheart…” He growled out with a wicked look in his eyes and a grin on his lips.
Annabeth dropped her head back against the mattress and rolled her eyes in her head. He was already climbing up over her body and her eyes snapped down towards him. Her heart jolted and her womb flipped at the sight of him. All predatory, all muscles, and all sexy-as-hell-man.
Her eyes dropped down to the thick, hard length that hung low away from his body and she went to reach for it, but his fingers locked around her wrist and he pushed her hand back against the mattress. She tried again with her other hand and it ended the same way. It seemed that he had something else in mind, even if her fingers were itching and twitching to touch him.
“So I can’t touch you?” Annabeth watched him settle in between her thighs. He hadn’t let go of her wrists and she kind of liked the whole captive pretence. The smile on his lips was as close to wolf as he could get in his human form.
“Not right now, baby. I need to be inside you…” There was a possessive growl that rolled through his chest, but it was the feel of the head of his cock nudging her channel that had her captivated more than his hands on her wrists ever would.
He didn’t thrust hard and deep as she’d been expecting, and yet it wasn’t a slow invasion either. This wolf wasn’t taking any prisoners or waiting to be invited inside. There was the feeling of being spread around his length, tight, tighter as he pressed inside on one long push that gave her body no choice but to open fully to his demands, even when she wasn’t sure that she could take anymore, stretch any further around the thickness, and then his hips met hers and all that time his eyes were locked onto her with a deep growl that rumbled through his chest.
He leant his head in and nuzzled between her neck and her shoulder taking in her scent, mixed with the heady scent of sex in the air he was in heaven and hell. He wanted to pound into her until she came around his length and bite to taste her blood, and yet he never wanted this moment to end. The feel of her satin walls tightly sheathing his cock was almost unbearable in its simplistic sweetest form.
“Mine.” He staked his claim in such a way that he wouldn’t be denied. She was his, for life, forever, and he would die to protect her from any and all that would seek to do her harm.
“I’m yours…” She got not further as he brushed his cheek against hers and claimed her lips with so much passion that her toes actually curled. He pulled his hips back and gave her his length once more. The tight squeeze of her inner muscles when he was buried deep inside her made him almost loose his mind. How could he have ever thought that sex with anyone else felt good? This moment proved that his body had been living a lie for all of those years. She was made just for him, nothing else could ever compare.
“I want to sink my nails into your back as you take me hard…” Annabeth’s fingers still twitched and itched with the need to run her nails down his flesh, score his back and feel him go wild around her.
“I won’t be able to control…” Dale growled with the thought of it. She’d already growled at him and sent his beast into raptures; if she started to tear at his skin then he’d be lost…
“Why do you have to control yourself with me?” Annabeth was a big girl, in more ways than one, and she certainly wasn’t going to break. Pleasure and pain were two sides of the same coin in her book. “I want you out of control, Dale. Just as long as you don’t go wolf on me…” The chuckle died on her lips as his hips thrust against hers, he took her hard and deep and she revealed in the feel of it. “Yes…”
“You can take me like that?” He let go of her wrists and pushed his upper body away from hers.
“I want you like that…” She growled in the back of her throat again as her hands palmed his back and her nails curled against his skin. Dale growled long and hard as she ran those nails down his flesh… His head went back on his neck and he savoured the feel of the marks she was leaving in his skin as he thrust into her, over and over, building a rhythm that had his cock rejoicing along with his mate.
“Annabeth…?” He didn’t want to hurt her…
“I want you so deep…” She felt his large hands come down on her hips as he wrenched his length from inside her. She groaned at the loss of him, but when he snatched her from the bed and turned her onto her knees, pulling her back against his chest as he thrust into the hilt within her, she wasn’t about to protest.
He locked her upper body against him with one thick, muscled arm across her chest. His other hand palmed her large breasts, pulling and tweaking her nipples in turn as his hips slapped against her luscious backside. He felt her inner muscles grip him hard every time he buried his cock against the entrance to her womb; he’d never taken a human female like this before…
“Annabeth…” Every inch of his body was on fire for her and as her channel tightened around his cock his beast reared up within him. The need to bite, to claim her as his, to mark her and taste her blood upon his tongue was like a frenzy within him. His canines pushed down as his hand ran down over her stomach and he palmed her mound, his fingers worked over her clit giving her the final push over the edge into another orgasm that shattered her world.
Dale struck fast and hard, biting down into the flesh of her shoulder and tasting her blood for the first time. He reached for her mind and she welcomed him into her very soul, a lifetime of memories opened and shared between them. His beast roared at the union of souls as Dale slipped his fangs back out of her flesh and savoured the very last lick of her blood as he sealed the wound.
“Hold on baby, it’s gonna be a wild ride…” He growled against her ear. “I need you…” He needed to plant his seed within her. Every instinct within him, man and beast felt that desire, tasted it. He lowered her down onto her hands and pulled back to look at t
he beautiful body that she’d been blessed with. His hands clamped down on her wide hips and he thrust into her.
The sight of her luscious backside jiggling as his hips slapped the flesh drove him on. He tipped his head so he could see her breasts bouncing back and forth with each deep, hard drive of his cock inside her. Her fingernails clawed at the bedding, and the sweetest moans were forced from her lips every time his hips spanked her arse.
His balls ached with need. Slapping against her clit with each powerful thrust, it must have felt as if she was being spanked front and back as he took her body towards another release. He could feel her inner muscles tightening around his length until he grunted with the extra effort it took him to push deep into her.
“Take me with you, baby, come on my cock…” Dale demanded and she complied. With the sweetest cry from her lips; her head strained back on her neck and her channel tensed and released around his length, sucking, massaging the seed from his balls.
Dale threw his head back and howled with everything he had inside him at the sweetest pleasure of spilling his seed inside her. Over and over, he wrenched his cock back and thrust it in against the opening to her womb, coming hard and fast on each stroke. He felt the waves start to subside but couldn’t help the need to run his length back and forth inside her, waiting for the time when that need was done, when he was sated…
Annabeth collapsed down onto her elbows. Every muscle in her body quivered but she still revelled in the feel of his hard length within her, pulling back over that sweet spot before pushing back in. He wasn’t done, she could feel it from him, he still had a need for her.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby…” He growled as he caged her in with his arms coming down each side of her body. She could feel the hairs on his chest against her back as he moved back and forth. Her body sprung to life with the same need as she rocked back on her knees to meet his hips.
