Deacon stared down at his own drink. “I can’t say that’s not part of it to be honest,” he admitted. “Actually, it was what first spurred me into motion when I saw it happen. I just pictured what must have happened to my sister that night and jumped in between Purity and Damien. I think I even saw my sister’s boyfriend as I picked the man up and tossed him onto the hood of that car.” He glanced up. “It took me a while to get myself back under control before my wolf lost it on the guy.” He shrugged. “But that was at the beginning. Now...”
Elias grinned. “Now, I’m sure it’s still your wolf calling the shots.” He took another sip of his whiskey, licking his lips when he finished. He shook his head. “I appreciate you giving me a heads up. I’ll let Barnett know what’s going on, give Levi a heads up as well. He can have the Hunters on alert.” He shrugged. “We’ll keep the town protected. You think you can keep your lady safe?”
Deacon picked up his whiskey glass and downed it, the liquor burning its way to his gut. He set the glass back on the table. “I’ll keep her safe,” he said, and it sounded like a promise, but he wasn’t sure to whom he made it. “She’s at my place out at the motor lodge now.”
Elias nodded. “You know you probably have a better place to hide her out.” He glanced at Deacon, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Call your father, Deacon. You’re not the only one hurting from what happened. The two of you could have used each other back then, and you can use each other now.”
Deacon just nodded. He knew Elias was right. It still didn’t make it easy, however.
Chapter Twelve
Purity was in the shower when Deacon returned from his meeting with the alpha of the Dark Moon Falls Pack. She finished washing up, slipping one of his huge T-shirts over her body even though she now had her own clothes, and joined him in the other room, asking him how the meeting went. He seemed in better spirits than when he left her earlier after returning from Summermire with her belongings. He hadn’t said much then, just picked her up when he dropped Logan off and took her back to the motor lodge. When she asked him how it went, he kept changing the subject, which pretty much told her it hadn’t gone well. She was sure Damien or his goons had been there, but Deacon said nothing as they returned to his room.
As she walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, she glanced over at Deacon who sat at the table, a cup of coffee in front of him. He watched her walk, a smile creasing his face bringing a twinkle to his eyes. The sky outside the window had turned dark, night washing over the small community. They had made it through another day, but Deacon still held something back from her, and she wanted to know what it was. “You ready to talk about it, yet?” she asked, clasping her hands in front of her and placing them in her lap. “I’ll probably find out sooner or later.”
He nodded, his lips pressed into a grim line. “You’re right,” he said as he took a deep breath, the effort making his broad shoulders rise and fall. He took a long swallow of his coffee, his gaze following the cup as he set it back on the table. “When we got to your place, someone had already paid you a visit.” He glanced up at her, and she could see the anguish in his eyes. “They pretty much wrecked the place, tossing it in an effort to scare you.”
Purity sucked in a nervous breath, but clamped down on the sudden rush of fear that shuddered through her. She nodded. “Damien, I’m sure.”
Deacon nodded. “I’m more than sure. As we were leaving, he and his thugs arrived.” He glanced back at his coffee. “He made some threats, saying you were his, and he would come for you. I wanted to rip him apart; my wolf already struggled to break out and tear into the man. Logan made me get in the car which was the right thing to do. We were far outnumbered. If I had started anything, it would only have gotten Logan and Morgan hurt, not solving anything, and only making matters worse.” He shook his head. “Still, I wanted to kill the man just for voicing his threats.” He glanced back up at her, and she saw the struggle going on behind his eyes.
Purity cocked her head to the side as she studied the brooding man in front of her. “Does this have anything to do with your sister?”
His brows pinched together as he looked at her, surprise that she knew about his past evident on his face.
“Dara and Madison told me some of it,” Purity explained. “I can’t even imagine what that must have been like. That’s what made you step in to rescue me, wasn’t it?”
Deacon took another deep breath. “Partly, but also, my wolf wouldn’t allow me to do anything else.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “Seems he’s quite taken with you. I can’t say I blame him, either.”
Purity felt the blush warm her cheeks as she squirmed a little on the bed. “Thanks,” she said weakly, the warmth between her legs telling her things she had kept from admitting. “How come you didn’t ask me to dance for you last night? You seemed quite content to have me sit there and just…” She shrugged. “Talk.” She grinned at him. “Not exactly what most men go to strip clubs to do.”
He smiled at her, nodding. “I know,” he said, turning the coffee cup on the table, spinning it in slow circles. If she didn’t know better, Purity would have sworn she embarrassed him. He shrugged. “I’m far from typical.”
She giggled as she rocked a little on the bed. “Oh, I know that. I mean, you tried to shake my hand when we met, while I stood in front of you practically naked. That was far from typical for that place.”
His blush deepened as he squirmed in his chair. “I would imagine not. I assume most men are a little…touchier than that.”
Anxiety washed over her, wondering if his attraction for her had changed because of what she had done at Cheaters. “Does it bother you?” she asked. “Knowing I was a dancer at that club, the way I earned the money I had to make? Does it…you know, make you think of me differently?”
He smiled over at her, leaning forward as he took his hand from the coffee cup and moved it to his knee. “Not at all. What you did doesn’t define who you are. Besides, even if you chose to do it for a living, that’s your choice. No one should ever judge you for your choices, especially when those choices don’t affect them.” He grinned at her, his eyebrows rising. “Of course, you looked hot as hell standing there. I could have looked at you all night long and been quite satisfied.”
Purity grinned, standing and making her way over to where Deacon sat. When she reached him, she pushed his legs apart and slid in between, snaking her hands around his neck. “I think you got cheated last night,” she said. “I was actually hoping to give you a dance when I saw you walk into the club.” She leaned against him, her pussy sliding against his growing manhood in his jeans as she gazed into his eyes. “Would you like a private dance, Deacon McKay?”
She felt him suck in a breath, felt his body stiffen in her arms. “I, uh, well… You know you don’t have to do this, right? I mean, I didn’t, you know, step in to help you because I was looking for…you know, anything as payment.”
She grinned, his sudden bashfulness warming her heart as well as her sex. She nodded. “I know,” she assured him. “You’ve been the perfect gentleman since you took me from Cheaters. This isn’t about paying you back with something sexual. This is about me wanting to do something for both of us. I want to do this, but only if you truly want it.”
He grinned at her, and then raked her with his gaze. His T-shirt hung on her, not exactly a flattering, seductive look, she knew, but her breasts were large enough to press tightly against the material, her nipples hard buds straining to get out. He glanced back into her eyes, his grin growing. “I think it would be hot as well,” he told her.
She felt the warmth filling pussy, her honey dripping as she gazed into his face, his smile heating her passion. “Then I think we need to set the stage, don’t we?” She rubbed against him one more time, leaning down and kissing him softly, his lips warm from the coffee, hers from the passion that filled her. This is the way it should be, doing something for someone you cared for and not for some idiot with a handfu
l of singles and a boner in his pants.
She felt his hands slide up her back as they kissed, his breath warm against her cheek. As she pulled away, she stared at him a little longer, the way he returned her look warming her even more. “Let’s get things set up, shall we?”
She slid away from him, moving over to the counter and taking one of the glasses. Walking back over to him, she grabbed the bottle of Jameson and poured him two fingers. “First, we need a drink,” she said as she handed him the glass with a wink.
He took the glass from her hand, lifting it to his lips and taking a slow sip.
“Better,” she said with a satisfied nod. “Next, we need music.” She moved over to the nightstand, picking up her phone. Sliding through her playlist, she picked a couple of songs to dance to and turned it on, setting it back on the nightstand. Sashaying her way over to where Deacon sat, his gaze fixed on her body as she walked toward him, a grin pushing up her cheeks.
As she reached him, the music bouncing off the walls, she took the glass from his hand and set it back on the table. She dragged a finger down his chest to just above the waistband on his jeans. “So, Mr. Deacon McKay, can I interest you in a dance?”
“By all means,” he said, raking her with his gaze one more time.
“Oh, that’s right,” she said with a bounce of her brows. “There’s one more thing we need. Or rather, don’t need.” She reached down to the hem of the T-shirt she wore, and with a deep breath, she pulled it up her torso and off her body.
Chapter Thirteen
Deacon stared at her as the shirt slid up her legs, over her stomach, and then off her body completely, revealing her tanned flesh. Being there, between his legs, naked, she looked sexier than she did last night, and she was all his, not to be shared or forced away by anyone else. His, and that thought made his cock ache as he sucked in a breath, raking her naked body with his gaze.
She slid closer, spreading his legs wider as she turned her ass toward him, her gorgeous, perfectly round ass. She lowered herself to rub against him, her body swaying to the music as she held herself by her hands on his legs. Glancing over her shoulder, she grinned at him. “The rules for this private dance are not the same as the ones at Cheaters,” she said, a mischievous grin toying at her lips. “You are free to touch all you want.” She rubbed her ass against his cock, his shaft straining against his pants as he groaned at her words. “Please,” she whispered. “Touch me.”
Deacon smiled at her as he ducked his gaze to her ass. He was never one to disappoint a lady. He reached out, running his hand over the softness of her heart-shaped ass, his fingers gliding across her tender flesh. She slowed her wiggling across his crotch as he relished touching her, her grin encouraging him to go further.
And he did.
He slid a hand down her thigh, running along the back of her knee, and then gliding to the inside of her leg as he slid his hand back up. He felt her take a deep breath as his hand slid higher, getting even closer to her most sensitive of parts. Did he dare? He glanced into her eyes, his question on his face. He didn’t want to assume, didn’t want her to think he expected anything.
“Please,” she whispered, biting her lower lip as she stared at him, wiggling downward toward his fingers. “Please,” she urged again.
He glanced down at his hand as it rested on her inner thigh just below her wet folds. Again he asked himself, do I dare? She looked so beautiful, so tantalizing. His breathing grew heavier as he debated within, but already he knew what he wanted.
He wanted her.
Swallowing a nervousness he never before felt with a woman, he inched his fingers upward to her slick slit until he touched her wetness. A groan slipped past her lips as she pushed down on his hand. With one hand still touching her ass, he slid two fingers into her passion, curling them just enough to touch that sweet spot at the top of her sex that drove most women crazy. Purity was no different.
She sucked in a breath as she clutched at his legs, her mouth popping open slightly as she bounced on his fingers. “God, yes,” she moaned, her ass bouncing in front of his face as he fingered her honey.
His cock ached in his pants, straining to be free as his wolf panted within for Deacon to claim the woman in front of him as his own, his mate. Deacon fought the urge, refusing to do anything without Purity’s desire for it as well. Adding another finger to her pussy, he pumped into her harder, his bottom knuckles pounding against her folds as he fingered her.
“Fuck,” she purred. “Please don’t stop. Please. It feels so fucking good.”
Deacon leaned forward, kissing her bare back as he continued to finger her, her juices gliding down his fingers. “You look amazing,” he whispered against her flesh.
“You make me feel that way,” she told him, her motions slowing down as she hovered over his lap, surrendering to his touch and what his fingers did to her body. “God, you’re driving me crazy.”
After a few more thrusts of his fingers, Purity stood, turning to face him, her ample breasts in his face. “Can’t forget to give you the full dance package, right?” she teased as she wiggled her breasts in front of him.
He glanced down at her swollen nipples, the tight buds hardened pearls of pleasure. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she danced between his legs, rubbing her pussy up and down his swollen shaft. Sliding his hands up her back, he pressed her against him tighter, his lips kissing the top of her tanned globes.
She moaned, pushing her tits higher into his face. “Do you want them?” she asked, her lips next to his ear. “Would you like to feel them in your mouth?”
His cock throbbed. As a way of an answer, he pulled her back slightly, kissing her throat and then making a trail of kisses down her neck, over her breasts until he found her nipple with his lips. He flicked the tight bud with his tongue, holding her back just a little, holding her in place. Her groans filled his ears as he kissed her nipple, then sucked it into his mouth, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue.
He felt her hands slide up into his hair, her fingers gripping it in tight fists and holding on as he ravished her breasts. Pressing his cock into her wetness, he felt her dry-humping him, grinding against his crotch as she fell into him, her breathing heavy in his ears.
“Deacon,” she whispered. “Oh, god, yes.”
His cock ached, throbbing in his pants as his heart pounded in his ears. He wanted her, his wolf panting for her, for Deacon to claim her, make her his forever. His wolf growled. He growled. Gripping her ass in his hands, his fingers dug into her flesh. His entire body was a tight knot of lust ready to snap, and he feared taking steps further than he had the right to do.
He pulled back, pulling her back as well, gazing up into her eyes. “Purity, I...”
She placed a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Tonight, we just enjoy each other. There is no Damien, no pull to the past, no mating call, nothing but the two of us. Please, for just this night, can we forget everything that is happening in our lives and just be together? I know we just met; I know it seems sudden and reckless, but...” She took a deep breath. “I just want to be with you, to forget for a while and enjoy being in your arms. Please?”
He pulled her to him again, his hands sliding up her back as he gazed into her eyes. He nodded once, a short, curt nod. “Nothing tonight but us,” he assured her. Then he pulled her to him, his mouth meshing with hers as he slid his tongue past her lips to dance with hers, twirling in the dance he wanted their bodies to be making right then. His cock pulsed within his pants, his wolf begging him to bury it deep inside of the woman in his lap. When he broke the kiss, he locked gazes with her, his breathing making his chest rise and fall. “I kind of like that idea, actually. Just the two of us.”
He scooped her up in his arms, her body light as he carried her to the bed. He had felt nothing but pain for over ten years, and now, this woman he laid down in his bed, her body tantalizing in his hands, made him feel more than he ever felt. He wasn’t sure if this was the smartest mov
e, but it was the one he needed to make. She wasn’t helpless. She survived Damien Croft’s brutality long before Deacon arrived, but she had a tenderness that made him want to wrap his arms around her, keeping the rest of the world at bay.
Deacon slid up beside her, sliding his hand up her stomach and over her breasts, grazing across her nipples. He saw her body shiver a little as she gazed up at him. Staring down into her eyes, Deacon could do nothing but smile. “It’s hard to think we only met last night,” he said, reaching up and brushing a strand of her blond hair out of her blue eyes. He gave a soft shake of his head. “I swear, it feels as if it’s been forever.”
She reached up, running her hand through his hair. “I know. I feel the same way and can’t understand it. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since…well, since forever, it seems.” She slid her hand down the back of his head, wrapping it around the back of his neck and pulling him closer, their lips pressing together as they lost themselves in the passion that pulsed between them.
His wolf howled within, the mating call urging Deacon to go further. Deacon’s cock throbbed, urging him to do the same.
But not now, not until he knew she was safe, not until there was peace surrounding them.
Deacon held her tightly, kissing her hard, his tongue tasting her, savoring the feel of her in his arms.
Not until there was nothing they didn’t want to think about and they could just enjoy themselves.
Chapter Fourteen
Purity rubbed at her wet hair as she made her way to the front door, someone’s incessant pounding already giving her a headache and ruining the calm that filled her from her time with Deacon last night. He had left her alone, promising to bring her back the best breakfast sandwiches in all of Dark Moon Falls, assuring her it was the best way to start the first day of the rest of their lives. He had been all mushy since last night, acting like a love-struck teenager. She had just giggled as she watched him walk out the door, and then she decided it would be best to clean up, since they had both gotten pretty dirty last night. She giggled again at the memory as she slid into the shower, basking in the air of peace that surrounded her that morning.
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