The soft glow from the television flashed over his skin, contrasting with his chiseled features. His hands worked the oversized t-shirt up, revealing her stomach. James kissed her hipbone, running light caresses over her flat stomach to her navel. Gently, he drew his tongue around her belly button. Claudia slipped her fingers into his hair, wanting more.
He continued to explore, touching her back and waist, sliding his hands around to cup her breasts. Pinching her nipples, he made a loud, animalistic noise of pleasure. Everything about him was primal and raw, from the way he moved to the way he boldly touched her.
His kisses became more aggressive, moving lower over her hips until they reached the short thatch of hair growing between her thighs. Claudia pulled at his shirt, wanting to feel the heat of his naked flesh against hers. He took his hands from her breasts, letting her undress him. Throwing the t-shirt aside, she pushed at his shoulders, knocking him back on the bed.
“Thank you for saving me from that woman,” she said, lowering her jaw. “I remember her now. She haunted my dreams and I doubted it was real.”
“Meghan is very real,” he assured her. “And very evil. She tried to kill you.”
“I don’t want to talk about her right now,” Claudia whispered, stroking back his chin-length hair. “I only wished to thank you and to tell you that I’d like to properly show you my appreciation for what you did.”
“Don’t fight the memories. They can help you.” James ignored the disgust he felt at the selfish comment. Sure, they could help her understand what was happening, but the sooner she accepted her connection to Meghan, the sooner he could use her to hunt the rogue killer. “Tell me what happened. What do you remember?”
“I remember now how she came for me, bit me, how she changed,” Claudia whispered as clarity filtered through her gaze. The instant was brief and when she stared back at him, she was again looking as if she wanted to devour him, like she had looked at the steak before tearing into it. The protein had made her stronger, hopefully strong enough to save her life, but it also kicked her primal instincts into overdrive. Luckily for him, it was now sex she craved and not blood. He hadn’t been sure when she had begun to hit him.
He pushed up on his elbows as she pulled at her shirt. The material lifted, revealing her smooth, perfect thighs. He held his breath, watching intently as the curtain rose over her pussy. Next came her stomach and breasts, small, perfect mounds with taut nipples begging to be sucked. His cock hardened even more, pressing against his pants.
Without waiting, she lunged forward, her lengthened nails biting into his chest as she straddled his legs. Claudia scratched a painful trail over his muscles, causing a thin line of blood to follow her movements. She reached his pants, pulling the denim material so hard the button slipped from the loop and the zipper ripped apart. Her palm found the silk of his boxers, rubbing his thick cock through the opening she’d made.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into me but I can’t seem to stop and think,” she admitted, stroking him frantically. “All I want is to get you into bed.”
“Argh,” he groaned, automatically reaching out to pull her down to him. His mouth met a soft breast and he sucked it deep, his lips moving crazily along the supple skin. All thoughts of tracking Meghan slipped from his mind.
Claudia pulled at his waistband, as if trying to rid him of his jeans. When she didn’t succeed, she slipped her breast from his mouth and sat up, grinding her pussy against his cock. The silk boxers instantly moistened, covering his shaft with the wet heat of her sex.
Her head rolled back and she gave a pretty sigh. The firm mattress molded to his back as her slender form tried to keep him pinned down. Her legs clamped around his hips and her body tightened. He again felt his mind trying to connect with her, trying to build a mind-link so they could share thoughts, so he could know her fully. Like before, in the shower, he resisted the connection, not wanting to build one without her consent. No matter how much he wanted to know everything about her, he would not force the information from her any more than he had to.
James took hold of her arms and flipped her onto her back, pushing her up on the bed by her thighs as he walked his knees forward. Primitive noises escaped him as he frantically worked the jeans from his hips. Every subtle brush against his cock drove him mad with lust. By the time he freed his penis from the silken prison of the boxers, he was ready to explode. The last two weeks taking care of her had been torment and now that she was beneath him, so warm and naked, her pussy wet and sweet, he couldn’t force himself to slow down.
He pressed his thick cock tightly against her moist slit and wet himself in her cream. She trembled violently with each stroke, making weak noises of pleasure and encouragement.
“You’re so big,” she panted, pressing her hips to meet his. She closed her eyes tight. “Mmm, yeah, feels so good, just like that.”
James grunted his response, forcing the beast from his eyes and body. He didn’t want her to see it in him, not now, not when it could scare her away and make her stop touching him. His body throbbed, aching to thrust into the sweet, tight hold of her cunt.
“Tell me you want this,” he commanded.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“I don’t want to hurt you but I also want to fuck you so hard.”
Suddenly her eyes opened wide. The supernatural yellow in her gaze blocked out all brown. A low growl sounded in the back of her throat. She threw her legs around his waist, grabbing tight as she tried to force him inside her hot pussy.
Her mouth opened with a harsh breath, showing the delicate points of emerging fangs. A primal grumble entered her voice as she said, “Say it again.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He grunted as she rocked her hips away from him, only to thrust up again. He kept his stroke gentle and easy.
“Not that, the other.”
James grinned a little. “I want to fuck you hard.”
“Mmm,” she moaned, rolling her head as if the very words turned her on. “Say it again.”
“I’m going to fuck you hard.” James punctuated the words with an experimental jab forward into her soft pussy, not rough, but no longer as tender as before. She moaned louder, her eyes rolling back in her head. “You want it? Huh? You want me to fuck you?”
She moaned again, nodding frantically. Her legs fell to the side, parting wide, offering her sexy body to him. Her features flushed with a healthy glow, her skin darkening more than before. He pulled back, again giving an experimental thrust to test how she reacted to the slightly rougher handling.
“Yes,” she breathed, belatedly answering his question.
“Yes, what?”
At that she paused. “Yes, sir?”
James hid his smile, finding he liked the almost-submissive way she commanded him. With those few, hesitant words, she had given him permission to dominate. The lycan inside him howled with pleasure, begging to be freed, begging to mark this rare find of a woman as its own so no other lycan would dare to touch her without his express permission. The possessive feelings were a new experience for him and he pushed them aside, not wishing to delve too deeply into the thoughts.
James knew he couldn’t control the beast forever, so instead he ordered her to turn around. She obeyed, flipping onto her stomach. Her pert ass beckoned and he spread her legs from behind, slipping his cock between her pussy and the mattress.
“Mmm,” she moaned, continuing the soft pleas, now muffled by the mattress. She trembled and he felt her cream warming his cock as he slowly moved against her.
“Ah, that’s it. Get me wet just like in the shower. I need your slick juices lubricating me so I can fuck this sexy ass of yours.”
For the first time since she’d started, Claudia appeared to hesitate. “What?”
James couldn’t help the slightly dominant surge that filtered through him at her innocent question. “Mmm, yeah, I’m going to hold you down and stick my cock in this sweet ass of yours. I’ve wanted to fuck it
ever since I saw it naked. I’m going to break you open and ride you so good, sweetheart.”
She tried to push up but he pressed a hand to her upper back, purposefully forcing her breasts against the bed. He maneuvered his body so that his cock sank into the tight fit of her sex, wetting in her cream. Then, withdrawing, he drew it up to her ass. The bend of his knees forced her legs to stay open as he drew the mushroomed tip along the cleft, spreading her cheeks, torturing her with the slow, purposeful movements.
She began to shake and her body tightened as he pressed close to the rosette. He grunted as her cheeks gripped the head of his cock. In one single movement, he had her hips angled up toward him and positioned to take him in. With his hands on each side of her hips, he spread her cheeks farther and pressed his shaft between them to probe her opening.
“James, I’m not sure this is a good idea—oh!” The last word came out as a moan.
Encouraged, he slipped the tip into her ass, practically howling at the intense pleasure.
“James, you’re too big—ah!” Her voice had become a low whisper.
He moved deeper still, stretching her ass to his size by rocking back and forth. The look of her swallowing him up was almost too erotic to bear. He pushed harder, driven by primal need.
“That’s right. You like it, don’t you, a thaisce?” he whispered, trying to relax her.
“Ah.” It wasn’t a shouted yes, but it also wasn’t a firm no. Heartened by her response, he pressed forward. He closed his eyes in rapture. Most women he’d been with tried to take control, turned sex into a power struggle. Claudia was different. She let him take command.
“Spread your legs, relax for me. I only want to make you feel so good.” James grinned. She opened her legs like he told her to and the action caused her muscles to relax around him. This time he seated himself fully to the hilt, his aching balls pressing against the softer cheeks of her ass. “Ah, there it is. You feel so good. Your sweet ass is accepting me. I am going to fuck you so hard.”
She gave a light moan. He pulled out slightly, keeping his movements slow and shallow. When he felt her trust back at him—little, hesitant thrusts to take him in—he began to move faster and harder.
“Get on your hands.” He pushed her legs forward so she was on all fours. The position gave him better leverage and he grabbed hold of her hips. He thrust in full and forcefully. She gasped and he did it again. “Tell me to ride you hard.”
“Ah,” she panted.
“I said tell me to ride you hard.” He thrust again, wanting to hear her seductive voice.
“Yes,” she panted, “ride me.”
James grabbed her hair, pulling it as he fucked her. He leaned forward slightly, watching the side of her breast bob with each movement. A light sheen of sweat glistened over her flesh. He pumped his hips, reveling in the tight fit as he completely broke open her virgin ass. Commanding her, he ordered, “Tell me to fuck you.”
“Yes,” she pleaded. “Yes.”
Vaguely, he noticed she didn’t actually say the word fuck but seemed to get hotter when he did. The fleeting thought that he’d have to make her talk dirty to him later filtered through his mind. The idea of her soft, sweet voice forming naughty little words, perhaps begging to suck his cock and drink his cum, made him jerk violently.
James couldn’t think. Claudia’s hands clawed at the bed linen, haphazardly scratching the material in loud rips.
“Pinch your nipples for me,” he ordered.
She did, grabbing her breasts and rubbing them hard. Almost instantly, her body began to tighten and he almost screamed with relief. He wasn’t sure he could hold back much longer. Her entire body stiffened as she came. James met his release seconds after, his body jerking hard. His loud, raspy groan filled the room, punctuated by her harsh breathing.
Claudia fell limp onto the mattress and he pulled away from her. When James looked at her face, he saw she slept. He wished he could take credit for screwing her to the point of exhaustion but he knew it was her condition. As her body changed, it would go through bouts of tiredness and energy, taking her on an emotional roller-coaster ride. He knelt beside her, reaching for her turned face. When he lifted her upper lip, the fangs were retracted back into her gums.
“Half of the way there,” he whispered to her, suddenly desperate to have her survive it. The possessive feelings came back, bursting forth in him. Strange that they would hit him in the aftermath as well. Not resisting what he felt, he lay beside her, pulling her into his arms. Lightly kissing her temple, he whispered, “Two more weeks until your first full moon, the final test.”
Chapter Four
“You’re sure it’s Meghan?” James asked, gripping his cell phone tight.
“Randall’s been out of the game for a century or so, but he’s a solid tracker,” Roark answered. “I don’t know him too well but our father says he’s good. Randall says she’s heading south through New Jersey toward Atlantic City. Natasha and I just got back from her father’s castle but I’m on the first flight out of Kansas City. I’ll meet you in Atlantic City, hopefully getting there before she does. I’ll scout all the obvious places. We still have a few contacts there who owe me favors. I should be able to find out what hotel she’s registered at, even with their privacy policies well in place.”
“Damn it! I’m just on my way north through New York state like Randall said. She must have gone north and then doubled back to throw me off. Though Atlantic City does make more sense. She always was the gambler.” James cursed, glancing to the bed. Four nights had passed and Claudia hadn’t awakened. That didn’t stop him from hauling her all over Connecticut and New York as he tried to track Meghan. The woman proved to be ever elusive and with Claudia in tow, unconscious, he couldn’t get too close to his target. However, he did stay on her trail. Catching Meghan was too important to let her slip by.
“Natasha isn’t coming with you?” James forced his eyes from Claudia’s unmoving form. Her strength amazed him. In the face of death, she’d shown more fight than anyone he’d ever met. “I thought she might be able to help me with—”
“She’s pregnant,” Roark said.
“What?” James genuinely smiled for the first time in days. “Congratulations, brother, that’s great news.”
“That’s why we were late. She told me while we were away and the celebrating got out of hand.” Roark chuckled. “Some of those Farfadet can drink.”
“They freeze time,” James said wryly. “They probably freeze their metabolisms too.”
“Those sneaky motherfuck…” Roark let loose a long string of curses. “I thought it was strange a one-hundred-pound little slip of a girl could outdrink me.”
James sighed softly, truly happy for his brother. Pregnancies were very rare for their kind. They guessed nature made it that way for a reason. If all of them bred like humans but never died, the world would be overrun with lycans. The window for pregnancy was small, usually occurring right after life-mating. If couples didn’t take advantage as newlyweds then they might never get the chance.
“I understand about Natasha not coming,” James said. “I don’t want her in harm’s way. As a magical being who lived among humans for so long, I thought she might be of help in explaining the full details to Claudia. I would send Claudia away, but we may need her, and I’d ask Ceana to come, but she seems too delicate and she doesn’t like being near the ocean. Though, as I consider it, I honestly think it’s better to keep your and Ian’s mates safe, especially if one is carrying my nephew.”
“I think she’s tougher than she looks,” Roark argued, “but then you always did want to protect the females.”
“Just ask whatever it is you’re going to ask,” James said.
“What’s she like?” Roark laughed, not bothering to conceal his curiosity.
James wished he could send Claudia away, even if a large part of him wanted her where he could protect her. “She’s strong. She fought Meghan and even broke one of the woman’s rib
s.”
“Damn,” Roark swore. “And Meghan’s pretty tough even for a lycan female.”
“She’s classy,” James continued, his vision clouding. “The way she moves. She’s refined and feminine, yet strong enough to take on Meghan. When she eats, she takes these small, delicate bites, except when the hunger takes over and she attacks the steak. There’s something in her eyes too, an innocence almost and intelligence. She’s the type of person who really looks at the world but still manages to see the good. Her soul is pure and she—”
“You had some long talks, hadn’t you?”
“Actually no,” James realized all he’d revealed to his brother. “Our minds linked together for a brief moment and I saw inside her. I tried not to look, but I saw enough.”
“Really? But that normally only happens when you…” Roark began laughing harder. “James, you wolf, you! You’ve been stickin’ it to your charge!”
“Don’t talk about her like that,” James hissed.
“Ah, I’m sorry, brother, don’t get upset.” Roark cleared his throat. “So is she pretty?”
James didn’t answer and Roark made a knowing sound.
“The more I think about it,” James said, changing the subject, “the more I think we don’t need any of the women around for this. It is nasty business and I don’t want to risk Meghan using them for leverage. She’s already done too much damage.”
“About Meghan, there’s something you should know,” Roark said. “She’s killed two more. Both young women. Randall sniffed out their bodies alongside the interstate. The mortals haven’t discovered them yet and Randall hid all evidence of a lycan attack but…”
“I know,” James said when his brother didn’t continue. “I hate it too. The families deserve to know the truth, they deserve closure, but we tried that route before. Most of the people we tried to explain things to had nervous breakdowns. Not only did they lose a loved one but they learned that supernatural beings existed, something their church and Hollywood tells them is evil. Mortals can’t handle that kind of knowledge, at least most of them. Those who didn’t go crazy ended up thinking they could become the next generation of werewolf hunters and only got themselves hurt for their trouble.”
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