The Chosen Series Box Set: Books 1 - 3

by Charlene Hartnady

  He nodded. “Yes, we do.”

  “I am not capable of forming a lasting bond. I will hurt you, Ross. I am happy that you want to spend the night. I really am very turned on right now.” It was her turn to lick her lips as she admired his thick biceps and broad, strong shoulders. “But, only if we both agree not to become attached. Sex is one thing … a relationship is another entirely. Some of the things you said earlier make it sound like you want more than just hot sex.”

  “Can’t we just take it one day at a time? Tonight can be about pleasure. You can decide if you want to see me again or not. New moon is days away so no chance of us mating by accident or anything.” He threw her a lopsided smile that did strange things to her insides. “Let me stay, please. We both want this.”

  That was the problem. She wanted him a little too much. Rushe, dropping her ‒ despite her insisting that it was a one-night thing ‒ had possibly left her feeling a little vulnerable. That had to be it. This was nothing more than rebound feelings and she would keep telling herself that until she damn well believed it.

  “Don’t fall in love with me after tonight.” She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, feeling like a full-of-herself drama queen. “It’s just,” she giggled, “who wouldn’t after having all of this?” She laughed at her own silly joke while gesturing up and down her curvy body.

  Ross didn’t react as expected, he growled and advanced. For a moment she wanted to turn and run. In this moment, he made her feel a little too much like food. “I am going to fuck you now, little Becky. You might want to call the neighbors.” He picked her up. “Warn them so that they don’t think you’re being murdered.”

  Her channel flooded as her adrenaline coursed.

  Ross nuzzled into her neck as he moved to the bed. “You will scream very loudly, but I will not harm you in any way. Call your neighbors.” He put her down on the bed by the side table. Her landline phone was on there.

  “You’re serious?”

  Ross nodded. Oh god! He really planned on making her scream that loud, that long and that hard that he felt she had to inform the neighbors. Becky swallowed thickly. “Jessica,” she gestured to the left, “is on holiday. Mr. Woodrock,” she gestured to the right, “is deaf. The woman who lives upstairs hates me, so she will probably make popcorn and laugh hysterically while she thinks I’m dying. The guy who lives below me has already left for his nightshift.”

  Ross nodded. “So we’re good?”

  She shrugged. “I guess.”

  Ross grabbed her pants at the ankles and pulled them off in one fast, easy motion that caused her to fall back on the bed with her ass over the edge. He tossed the garment aside and pulled his own shirt over his head.

  The big vampire growled as his eyes dropped between her legs. For the first time in her life, she felt self-conscious under his intense scrutiny. His hand inched forward until it cupped her mound. “So soft.”

  “A pussy is meant to be soft.” Then she had a thought. “Wait a minute. Are vampire females hard down there?”

  He smiled, looking feral. “No. I was talking about your fur.” His fingers thread through her neatly trimmed landing strip.

  “Do vampire females not have hair?”

  He shook his head, his eyes still firmly on the juncture at her thighs.

  “Oh.” Unconsciously, she started closing her legs feeling a little self conscious.

  “I like it.” He smiled while pushing her thighs open wide, to the point where her knees were mere inches from the bed. “I need to taste you. You have an amazing scent.”

  She nodded, rising up onto her elbows so that she could watch him. Ross licked his lips as he positioned himself between her thighs. His tongue licked the whole length of her slit, like he was really … tasting her. It was definitely a non-human thing.

  “Yum,” he murmured, before leaning in until his whole face was buried in her pussy. His tongue swept across her clit, once, twice before settling on a rhythm that had her back bowing and a moan escaping.

  She allowed her head to drop back and groaned. “God … you’re good at this.” She thrust her hips forward for deeper contact, her hips rocking in time with his wicked tongue.

  Ross grabbed hold of her hips, holding her in place. She could feel the pleasure coiling in the pit of her stomach. Her breath was coming in ragged pants, sprinkled with all out moans.

  Becky cried out when he slipped a finger into her. When he curled the fingertip, zoning in on her G-spot, her lungs stopped working. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened until her lungs finally filled again. When he added a second finger, she wound her fingers through his thick hair and her legs clasped him tighter. “Oh. My. God,” she managed through clenched teeth.

  A third finger joined the party just as he sucked on her clit. Her back bowed right off the bed as an orgasm tore through her. When he finally released her, she fell boneless onto the mattress, breathing heavily.

  Becky cracked open her eyes and watched as Ross removed his clothes. The male was an absolute stunner. Dark hair, dark eyes, acres of bronzed skin pulled taut against muscles that would be too good for the likes of Men’s Health Magazine.

  She couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he approached the bed, grabbing her by the ankles. “I can’t wait to fuck you. To feel how your tight pussy swallows me up. So tight, so wet, so hot, so fucking mine.” He dropped to his knees on the edge of the bed and pulled her so that her ass connected softly with his knees.

  “I’m not yours, Ross. Please don’t say that.” Hearing him say the words made her heart race.

  “You are mine tonight, and if I can help it—”

  “Don’t!” She held up a hand. “If you say anything more then I’ll have to kick you out and my pussy doesn’t want that right now.”

  He looked like he wanted to say something but locked his jaw for a few beats instead. “Are you ready to scream, little human?” Ross’ voice had dropped about a hundred octaves, his lashes fused as he looked down at her.

  She swallowed thickly, nodding once.

  Just then, a loud keening noise sounded from down the hall. Ross gave a lopsided grin.

  “What the hell are you smiling at? I thought you said they wouldn’t go at it.” She rose up on her elbows and tried to push him away.

  “Relax, Becky, they are not rutting.”

  There was another loud wail.

  “It sure as freaking nuts sounds like something is happening.”

  “Griffin is giving your friend pleasure, but he will not rut her.”

  “Giving her pleasure but not rutting her? What the hell does that mean?” Then it dawned on her.

  “He is licking her—”

  “Never mind … I understand,” she mumbled. Feeling like an idiot for not knowing right off the bat. Then again, she did have at least two hundred and fifty pounds of raw, delicious vampire beefcake posed and on the verge of fucking her senseless, so it was understandable that her mind had momentarily failed her.

  There was another loud moan. It sounded like Elisabeth was enjoying herself. At least this way they were even. They’d both heard each other in the throes of passion.

  Ross bent his knees and pulled her legs over his shoulders, making her butt come off the bed. She found herself digging her hands into her bedcovers to try to anchor herself.

  She could feel his iron-clad cock pressing up against the seam of her pussy. His big chest heaved against the back of her legs. “I have had many females,” he growled.

  “Really, Ross,” Becky snapped. “I did not need to hear that right now.”

  “Hear me out. Many, many females.”

  “Enough all-freaking-ready.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

  Ross growled softly. It raised the hairs on her arms and caused her belly to quiver. It also shut her up.

  “Know that I have never wanted a female more.” He inhaled deeply through flared nostrils. “Have never enjoyed the scent of a female more.” The huge male licked his lips. “I can ho
nestly say that I have never enjoyed the taste of a female more. Just the thought of being inside you …” He closed his eyes and shivered. Shivered. A huge, ferocious vampire actually shivered at the thought of being inside her. She didn’t know what to say.

  “I’m going to take you now, Becky. You’re sure about the neighbors?”

  She didn’t trust her voice, just nodded. He didn’t thrust into her and fuck her into oblivion like she expected, he gently nudged into her while closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as he did. Slow and easy until he was fully seated. Even then, he thrust slowly, carefully. Magnificent to behold as his features pulled taut with his pleasure. His biceps and neck muscles roped. His jaw locked. His eyes glowed softly when he opened them at brief intervals to stare down into her eyes.

  Her nails dug deeper into the blankets. She moaned with each and every deep thrust. He moved too slowly to take her over the edge. Sweat beaded on her brow. Her nipples were so tight that they ached. Her clit throbbed.

  “More,” she begged. “Faster.”

  He threw her a tight smile and shook his head, continuing his assault on her pussy. Her moans grew louder as time progressed. So very close yet so far away. Eventually she was begging him. Tempted to finish herself off, dammit.

  Ross must have read her mind. “Don’t you dare,” he said through clenched teeth. “When you come it will be because I take you there. Because this cock takes you there. Not a second sooner.”

  His words heightened her arousal. “Please, Ross. I need to … I have to …”

  The level of pleasure kept going up and up, slowly but surely climbing steadily but still her release evaded her. He finally pushed her further onto the bed, releasing her legs so that he could cover her with his big body. Careful not to squash her. Ross pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, all the while keeping up with that slow relentless thrusting.

  He kissed her just as softly and carefully. His touch held such passion, such raw heat. She broke the kiss and turned her head. It was too much like a lover’s kiss and this was over in the morning. There was no way she could fuck two guys ‒ one straight after the other in just a matter of days ‒ and actually hold any feelings for either one of them. It just wasn’t possible, was it? Her mind wandered to Tanya but she pushed the thought away. It would be foolish to tempt fate. He picked up the pace just enough to bring her back to the brink and she whimpered. “God, Ross, please.”

  “What is it that you want?” His breath tickled her neck as he spoke. His lips so close that she could almost feel them against her oversensitive skin.

  “Make me come.” Her voice came out sounding wounded.

  “Till your back bows off the bed?” he taunted.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Till you can’t think straight?” He continued to pump into her slow and easy.

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “Till you scream so long and so loud that your ears will still be ringing in the morning?” A low growl that made her already quivering insides quiver more.

  “Do it. Now.” She sounded so desperate that it scared her.

  Becky expected him to pick up the pace or maybe to slip a hand between them so that he could play with her clit. She didn’t expect him to drop his mouth to her throat.

  There was a pinch, then blinding pleasure like nothing she had ever felt before. It took her breath away and caused every muscle in her body to tense. So tight that there was a smidgen of pain that only served to increase her rapture. Her pussy clamped down on him. Hard. If she had been able to hear, she would’ve heard Ross make an agonized noise. Would’ve heard as he greedily sucked down her blood in big gulps. Would’ve felt his big hands dig into her arms as he held her in place.

  Her eyes actually watered. Big, wet drops dripped down her cheeks. Almost too much for one human to handle. Her body finally relaxed enough to spasm intermittently. Becky screamed as an even stronger wave crashed through her with another hard suck at her neck.

  Ross finally released her on a loud roar, his body jerked as he came deep inside her.

  “You guys okay?” Griffin asked.

  Becky hadn’t realized it but her eyes were squeezed shut. She managed to pry them open, struggling to focus on the shirtless male that stood over them.

  “Get the fuck out!” Ross grit out, his hips still pumping into her slowly. A trickle of blood on his chin.

  Her blood.

  It was sobering. Everything in her went cold. She knew she should probably feel embarrassed that Griffin had actually seen them having sex, but she couldn’t bring herself to care right now. She was fully covered by Ross’ body.

  “What the fuck did you just do?” She slapped Ross on the arm, hurting her hand. It didn’t matter, she hit him again.

  Griffin chuckled as he left the room.

  “Get off of me.” She tried to push him, but he wouldn’t budge.

  “You said you wanted to scream until you couldn’t think straight.” His face was just inches above hers. He smelled really, really good, which irritated her. She didn’t want to like anything about him right now.

  His eyes were wide with concern.

  “What I wanted was sex. Not that … whatever the fuck that was.” She sounded a little hysterical, but she couldn’t help it.

  “That is how vampires have sex, Becky. Stay still. Please calm down, let’s talk about this.” He spoke softly.

  “I can’t talk with you on me … still in me. You have a little something on your mouth, your chin … and put those away.” Her eyes zoned in on his fangs.

  Ross wiped his chin off with his hand, he licked the one or two drops on his lips. “I can’t … you are too enticing. I want you again.” His eyes dropped to her neck. “It will only get better in time.”

  “Better?” she choked. “You have to be kidding me. That was mind-blowing. You almost freaking stopped my heart.”

  He grinned, looking so sexy that she slapped him again on his huge bicep, this time breaking a nail. “Now look what you’ve done.”

  “Stop hitting me.” He spoke in a soothing voice that made her want to hit him again. “You enjoyed it, I don’t understand the problem.” He lapped at her neck with his tongue and another zing of pleasure rushed through her, making her moan.

  “Stop that. Get off of me. You don’t understand.”

  “Understand what?”

  “You’ve ruined me,” she whispered.

  His eyes widened and he sucked in a breath. “Are you hurt?” He finally lifted off of her and she quickly scrambled away from him.

  “No. You idiot. Why did you have to go and do that? How the hell am I supposed to have decent sex with anyone else again?”

  “You’re already thinking of taking someone else to your bed?” He looked so crestfallen that she had to suppress a giggle.

  The opposite was true. It scared her. Yet the image of a certain sweet, sexy wolfie crept into her mind totally against her will. Rushe was out finding his mate right now ‒ or would be very soon ‒ so she shoved thoughts of him from her mind. “No.”

  The tension eased from his big frame. “I don’t understand the problem. You said you enjoyed it?”

  “Far too much.”

  “Let’s do it again. That was only a taste.”

  “A taste? Are you serious?” Then again, Tanya had told her on more than one occasion how mind-blowing the sex was, she just couldn’t believe it could be quite as fantastic as her friend had described. Becky was wrong. Tanya was right.

  Ross nodded, his eyes heating as they tracked up and down her body. “I want to take you again, and then you can fetch some of that wine and we can talk. I want to know more about you.”

  Panic flared. His suggestion sounded good. Too good. She really liked him, by morning she would be smitten. If this was all about the sex for him then she would be hurt. Even worse, if they did end up in a relationship then she would crush him long-term. A whole lifetime was just too long to spend with one guy. It wouldn’t wo
rk for her. “That’s not a good idea. I told you I don’t do the whole forever thing. You might get attached and then what?

  Chapter 14

  There was a knock at the door.

  “Who is it?” Rushe was not permitted to admit anyone other than Ward or Sawyer. Thankfully, not too many pack members had tried to seek him out. He’d had to pretend to be in a dark, depressed mood and had sent them away. Ward had told the others of his feelings for Becky and that he had granted Rushe some time off to be alone. So far it seemed to be working. No-one suspected anything. At least, he hadn’t thought so. Also, he was finding that he didn’t have to pretend much, he really was in a dark, depressed mood.

  He was also worried because if any of them so much as suspected that he had rutted with Becky, there would be major shit to pay. The thought of staying away from her for another minute, let alone a month or more, made him feel like someone was removing his heart. Piece by piece.

  Frustration and anger welled. As well as the familiar feeling of fear that he would somehow be found out.

  At least Ward had told Becky that he would seek her out in ten days time. After their wonderful night together, he was sure that she would be waiting. It wouldn’t take long before she agreed to become his mate. He was sure of that. It was the only thing he had to give him the resolve that he needed to get through this.

  “It’s me,” his Alpha’s deep voice penetrated the wood of the door.

  Rushe turned the lock and admitted Ward, who smiled at him as he entered. As hard as he tried, he was unable to return the smile and nodded instead.

  “I brought you a silver blade.” Ward closed the door behind him.

  Rushe felt himself frown. “Why?”

  “I thought you might need one to slit your wrists.” Ward’s grin widened.

  Rushe narrowed his eyes at Ward but didn’t say anything.

  “I’m only yanking your chain. I came because I couldn’t stand the sounds of wailing and crying coming from this cabin.”