by Hope Ford
Fuck!
7
Mona
When I drove away last night, I knew I’d pushed too far. I’m filled with regret but there’s nothing I can do to take back the words now. I never dreamed I would offer myself up to someone like I did with him. And if he was anyone else, I probably wouldn’t have. But I trust him. Even after all this time, I still trust him. I drive straight to his house just by following his scent. When I break in, I try to be respectful and not pry too much. His cabin is nothing like I would expect his house to be. Instead of a house for a bachelor, he has matching furniture and even decorations. It makes me wonder if there’s a woman he’s involved with. I run my hand through my hair, lost in thought. Just thinking of him with another woman makes my heart hurt.
I shower in his big open shower and the whole time I was in there all I could think about was the fact that he has stood in this exact same spot, and my body tingles thinking about it. I sleep in his bed, wrapped in his scent, and being there is the safest I’ve felt in forever. When I force myself to get out of bed, I start cooking.
I know it’s a long shot, breaking into his house and then cooking for him, but as soon as he walks into the door, I can hear his stomach growling with hunger.
I dish him up a big plate of steak, potatoes and green beans. He barely looks at me before he sits at the table, taking the fork and knife in hand.
“You have as long as it takes me to eat this and then you have to get the fuck out of my house,” he tells me gruffly.
He still hasn’t looked at me and I don’t know why, but I want him to. I want his eyes on me. I sit down gently in the chair next to his. With my hands on the table in front of me, I ask him, “How would you feel if any of the Eaters wore one of your New Law patches as a trophy?”
He takes a big bite of steak and I watch his jaws move as he chews it and then his throat bobble as he swallows it down. Without looking at me, he cuts off another piece of steak. “Your necklace isn’t a New Law patch.”
I reach my hand across the table, but he moves away from me. I sigh, knowing that I should give up. He’s not going to give in. “It is to me, Klaus.”
As soon as his name leaves my lips, he looks at me. His dark eyes are menacing and calculating. I should be scared of him. My wolf and I are no match for him and his bear. But the longer he stares at me, the more he seems to soften, so I persist. “It has been a badge of honor in my family for generations. It was passed down to me and Mandala took that from me. He took too much from me. Not just my body, but our land, the respect of my family, and he stole away the last piece I had of my mother with that necklace. I can’t let him keep it.”
The more I talk, the more he glowers at me. But I can’t back down. “I didn’t come on a suicide mission. I know I can’t get it back without help. If you can’t or won’t help me, who will?”
Klaus lifts his head from me and looks to the front of the cabin. I don’t know how I didn’t hear his bike, but Ronan is standing at the open doorway, staring at us. I was too desperate to get Klaus to help me, I suppose, and that’s why I didn’t hear him. Usually I’m better at staying guarded, especially now.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” Ronan wants to know.
“I broke in and cooked this meal for Klaus to thank him for what he did for me. He didn’t invite me and since he’s almost done eating he’s probably about to kick me out,” I tell him, not wanting Klaus to get into even more trouble with his brother.
Ronan walks toward us and wraps his meaty hands around the back of the chair in front of him. He leans over us and his height and build is intimidating, but I don’t dare move. “Mandala’s heard that Mona’s back in town. He’s looking for her. She shouldn’t be within New Law territory,” Ronan says. “We don’t need to stir things up any more than we already have with the Eaters. Certainly not for a wolf shifter.”
I start to get up. Just the thought of Mandala looking for me makes me want to get on the move. But Klaus stops me. He covers my hand with his, holding me steady. I’m shocked not only by the action but by the feeling that pumps through my body at his touch. It’s something that I thought Mandala took from me that day too.
Ronan raises his arms in frustration. “You can’t do this again. You can’t side with her against the orders of New Law. Don’t you want to ever stop being such a disappointment to our father?”
I flinch, knowing that he’s on the outs with his family because of me. I may have had a rough five years, but it seems he has as well.
Klaus stands up, holding my hand, threading our fingers together. His hold on me is tight, but I’m not complaining. It’s almost soothing to be held like this by him. “You want me to act like an obedient, no-brained soldier, but I won’t. I’ll do what my conscience dictates. But you go ahead, run and tell Dad on me.”
I’m afraid to move. The tension between them is so thick, it’s almost too hard to breathe. I look between the two of them and when I’m sure that neither is going to give up, Ronan stands down. He backs away, giving one last look at Klaus, then me, and then at our combined hands. He looks like he might say something, but he doesn’t. He just shakes his head and walks out the door.
I expect Klaus to say something, but he doesn’t. He lifts our hands and looks at them, almost like he doesn’t remember grabbing on to me. He releases me and then sits back down at the table. I have so many questions, but I don’t know where to start or even if I should open my mouth at this point. I expect him to say something, explain his actions, but he doesn’t. He sits down and finishes his food, as if his brother didn’t just announce that an evil animal is on the hunt for me.
8
Klaus
After Ronan left, I finished eating my food. I could see the way that Mona moved around the cabin and kept making little noises that she was chomping at the bit to ask me what I’m thinking. I kept waiting on her to get up the nerve, but she doesn’t do it.
When I finish my meal, she tries to take my dishes from me, but I don’t let her. “You cooked, I’ll clean.”
She stands next to me while I wash the dishes and I hand them to her to dry. She stacks each plate and starts putting them away.
After we eat, I give her some of my clothes. She may be curvy, but my clothes still dwarf her body. I’d rather she smell like me and not like a wolf; it will make her harder to track.
“Don’t go outside,” I tell her before I go to the bathroom and take a quick shower. When I come out, I have only shorts on, but I’m about to fall over on my feet. I have to get some sleep. Especially for what I know is coming. There’s no way my dad is not going to interfere and if I’m going to have to face him, I need to get some sleep first.
I go to the bedroom, leaving her on the couch. I know there are questions that need to be answered, but I just can’t do it right now.
As soon as I lie down, I’m covered in her scent. She was in my bed, I know it. My length hardens in my shorts just thinking of her lying in my bed. I plump up the pillow and force my eyes closed. It’s no time after my head hits the pillow that I’m falling asleep, and dreaming of Mona.
It could be minutes or hours later before I wake up to darkness. When I first open my eyes, I think I imagined a noise, unsure of what woke me up. The sound of heavy breathing has me turning to the side and I find Mona next to me, touching herself. I adjust my eyes to the darkness and watch her, my cock growing in length just from the smell of her arousal.
Is this repayment again?
“Do you think I want a woman that doesn’t want me? Do you think I don’t have plenty of women willing to warm my bed?”
Her hand stops but she doesn’t pull it out from between her legs. Her eyes are wide and I can see the whites of them in the darkness. “I didn’t think you’d wake up. You were sleeping so deeply. I’m sorry… I wasn’t trying to do anything. It’s just that I haven’t felt those kinds of feelings since…”
Even though she doesn’t say it, I know she means since before Mand
ala took her.
She licks her lips. “I want you so bad, Klaus. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted and I don’t know what to do with these feelings.”
I watch her. She’s just lying there but her chest is raising and falling as if she’s run a marathon. I know I should stop her. I know I should walk away from her, but I can’t.
“Finish,” I tell her, my voice deep and demanding.
“What?” she asks, even though I know she heard me. She knows what I’m talking about.
“Finish. I want to watch you.” For a second, I think she’s going to deny me, she’s going to deny us both. But she surprises me when she holds her hips in the air, sliding the jogging pants I had given her down her legs and off her feet. When she lies back down, her bottom half is naked and I lean up on my elbow to take her all in.
“The rest of it. Take it off. I want to see it all.” As soon as I say it, she’s pulling my shirt from her body and she lies back, completely naked. Her round breasts are pert, and her nipples are tight. I lean over just barely and blow my hot breath across her uncovered breasts. Her whole body trembles and her hips raise off the bed.
Satisfied, knowing how she reacts to me, I tell her again, “Finish.”
She looks like she might question me or disagree, but instead her hand slides down her belly, her legs fall apart and she slips her fingers into her slick folds. Her wet core is the only sound in the room. She slides her finger through her channel and then strokes the bundle of nerves at the top of her mound. I lift up, scooting down the bed, wanting a closer look. As I move, she stops and I slap lightly on her thigh. “Don’t stop.”
Her finger starts working again, and I hold her thighs open, sliding between her legs, watching her. Her arousal hits me in the face and I can barely hold myself back from diving in. She’s nervous, too tense to come, but I don’t back away. I cover her hand with mine, dipping my thumb onto her clit so that both our fingers are rubbing her sensitive core. Her head falls back and a moan escapes her. I apply more pressure, until her body is spread out taut – her toes curled and her muscles tight. Her hips move against my hand and when I can’t hold back anymore, I lean in to let my tongue take the place of my fingers. I latch on to her throbbing clit, sucking her into my mouth. Her wetness soaks my chin, but I don’t stop. Her taste is addictive, and I know that this is not going to be enough.
Her hands reach out and she clenches the sheets in her fingers, pulling at them. Her head shakes back and forth, and her hips gyrate in my face. With my hands on her thighs, I hold her open, taking everything she’s willing to give.
When her hips start to buck, her hand wraps around the back of my head and she holds me to her, until she’s coming all around me and her legs lock around my head. I can barely breathe, but I still don’t stop. I keep going, licking her, tasting her until she comes, screaming my name.
9
Mona
Klaus has destroyed every thought I’ve ever had of sex. What I once thought was dirty and painful is now pure and feels so good. When I lay down next to him, I knew I shouldn’t. But I’d never had these feelings before and the idea of not seeing where it leads me was almost too painful to consider.
When he woke up, embarrassment flooded me, but I still didn’t want to move. I had dreamed of him touching me and I knew that if he did, it would be way better than anything I could ever imagine on my own.
My breath is coming hard. My orgasm rocked through my body and I know that I want to taste him too. When I raise my head, he’s still between my legs, staring at my swollen lips. His chin is glistening in the moonlight and his tongue comes out, dragging across his lips. A guttural groan, like it’s coming deep within his belly, comes out of his mouth and I hold my hands out for him.
He doesn’t take them and I lean up on my elbows, the curvy folds of my stomach even more curvy this way. His eyes go to my rounded belly and he reaches his hand out, stroking my soft flesh. I try to suck it in, but when I do, he pats me lightly. “Don’t do that. Not with me.”
With my eyes glued to him, I nod my head. Leaning the rest of the way up, I roll toward him, landing on my elbows with my feet out behind me. I push him backwards until he’s lying on his back and make quick work of pulling his shorts down over his hard cock. He’s oozing pre cum, and I stick my tongue out, moving to get closer to him, wanting to taste him.
His hands on my shoulders stop me. “You don’t have to do this.”
I shake my head, flipping the hair from my face. His eyes are trained on me and I can tell that every muscle of his body is strung tight. “I want to. I want to please you, like you did me. I want to taste you… like you did me.”
When he shudders, I know that I am in control right now. I move closer until my mouth is right over his thick rod. With my tongue poking out, I touch it to him lightly and his hips jerk. I smile up at him, and he shakes his head side to side as his hand strums across my shoulder and wraps around the base of my neck.
I lean in, opening my mouth, taking him in. He hisses above me, but I don’t stop. I don’t stop until I have him deep in my mouth, his tip hitting the back of my throat. Only then do I release him, moving back until I’m licking his tip again.
I wrap my hand around his girth and take him in again, moving up and down on him until he’s saying my name above me.
His hands on my shoulders pull me away from him and I’m dazed as I look into his dark brown eyes. He pulls me up his body and instinctively I straddle him, his hardness pressed against my ass. He cups my breasts and I arch my back, pushing into his large palms. “Yes,” I moan, my head falling back.
“I need to be inside you, Mona.” He growls at me possessively.
My head snaps forward and I start to dismount so he can get on top.
“No.” He stops me, his hands pinching into my hips to hold me still. “Like this. I want you to ride me.”
My body is hot, almost like I’m on fire, but I lift up on my knees, wrapping my hand around him, lining him up at my soaking slit. I position him until the head of his cock is stretching me around him. I slide down his length, slowly, my body adjusting to him.
He’s holding his breath and when I’m fully seated, I wait for him to move. But he’s staring up at me, his look so intense, it puts pressure on my chest. He pulls me down until I’m lying on top of him. His hand cups my jaw, and he pulls my face down to his.
He kisses me gently, tentatively at first. But then, like a man obsessed, like he can’t get enough, he devours me, ravaging my lips. I taste myself on him and the mixture of our two scents is too much, my pussy starts to contract around him. He’s slowly moving his hips, forcing me to move too, and he’s in and out of me, picking up the pace until I’m thrusting against him, rubbing my clit into his pelvis. Having him inside me and the pressure on my clit pushes me over the edge. I’m moving against him uncontrollably. “Yes, Klaus. Yes,” I scream and when I start to climax, he pulls me down, latching on to my mouth as I come all around his cock.
It’s too much. The feeling is too intense and if I wasn’t totally exhausted, my whole body limp, I might try to analyze exactly what I’m feeling. But instead, he cradles me in his arms, holding me against him, the pounding of his heart under my ear. He holds me like that, him still inside me, and that’s the last thing I remember before I pass out.
10
Klaus
When I woke early this morning, Mona was wrapped completely around me. I couldn’t resist. I know she was probably sore from the night before, but I had to have her again. She came to me willingly and when we were done, I had her again in the shower. Just thinking about it now is almost too much. Watching the soap run down her body, as I caressed her, I knew right then that I would never get enough of her. I don’t have a choice. I will defend her against the Eaters. I will defend her against New Law and I will get her necklace back.
It’s later in the morning and still no one from New Law has turned up to haul me in to face Deator, so I know that even th
ough Ronan was pissed off he didn’t tell on me. Not yet, at least.
I’m sure as soon as he does, they will come for me. My dad is not going to stand for my disobedience again. I look over at Mona, who’s sitting next to me deep in thought. There’s no question, I can’t lose her. Most likely my father and New Law will ban me—hell, it’s hard telling what they may do to me, but I can’t not help Mona. She’s my main concern right now.
I reach across the couch and grab on to her hand, lacing our fingers together. “We need a plan.”
I expect her to be excited to know that she’s finally convinced me, but instead, she barely nods her head.
“Maybe instead of a fight, you can just offer to buy it. He would probably sell it to you, or maybe sell it to someone you know,” she says softly.
I tip her chin to look at me. “He’s not going to sell it. It’s a medal to him. Plus, there’s no way I will be able to have a civil conversation with him. Not after… everything.” I don’t say it, but she knows what I’m talking about. There’s no way I can meet with him. Not only is he an Eater, but I can’t stand face to face with him, not after what he did to Mona.
Finally, she nods her head at me, agreeing.
“Maybe I can sneak in at night and take it from him,” I tell her.
She shakes her head. “That wouldn’t work. I’m sure he sleeps with it or has it close by. There’s no way you can go in there alone and just take it from them.”
Lost in thought, I try to come up with different ideas, but every one of them leads to a dead end. The Eaters are dangerous and they fight like they have nothing to lose. If one of their men die in battle, they just replace them. It’s amazing to see how they’ve built their army of evilness. The only reason we have defeated them before is because we work as a team, fighting for our fellow man.
