Claimed by the Mate, Volume 3
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He held her firmly as he deepened the kiss, forcing her to open her mouth wider and to tilt her head back farther. He hadn’t asked nicely and there was nothing pleasant about this kiss. Only its urgency, its heat, its undeniable existence that kept her standing still, accepting, needing.
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Cheater! You dare to betray me with her!
Eureka’s voice sounded loudly in Phelan’s head, just as it had when Marena had first come out here. She was in his head the way she’d been since that fateful night when she’d put that gruesome mark upon his face. Just as Davis was in Marena’s head.
It was the blood curse.
The mixing of two otherworldly beings’ blood could sometimes prove fatal, but in most cases it simply created a link between the two beings that was only breakable when one of the beings was claimed. The bond of a true mate would cancel any other bonds the beings had previously formed.
Eureka’s nails had gone deep into Phelan’s skin, scarring him on a deeper than physical level and cursing him with her presence in his life forevermore. In addition, Eureka had cast her own brand of sorcery on him, by declaring he would never find a mate, would never be content with anyone but her. It was both childish and foolhardy and he’d discarded it the moment the words were spoken from her lips, and then his own stubborn pride had ultimately proved her right. He had not sought out a mate or anyone he planned to be serious about. Instead, he’d retreated even further into himself than he had when he’d lived at the orphanage. He was meant to be alone. That thought had been drilled into him from the very beginning of his life; there was no use in thinking differently now.
Considering all that, Phelan still hated hearing her voice. He despised the intrusion and wanted her gone once and for all. Knowing there was really no way he could do that only further speared the kick of desire for Marena.
His dick was already hard, seconds before he’d even thought to take her into his arms for that kiss. The one that was still scorching his lips and tongue as he delved deeper, attempted to let the taste of her drown out the voice and the anger.
Marena had grabbed his biceps, holding on to him as she tilted her head and kept the kiss going with her own eager tongue thrusts and small glorious moans. Phelan tugged on her hair and heard her gasp. He sucked her tongue deep into his mouth, keeping his eyes and his mind closed to anything but Marena. She was sexy and delectable and he’d been attracted to her from the moment he rode up beside her SUV. Sure, the new blood Hunter scent he’d picked up had been a draw, but if he had to be totally honest with himself, he’d admit that the aroma that had really pulled him toward her was of her arousal.
Heady and thick, it had called to him like a siren’s song, and he’d come running. He hadn’t been able to ignore it. The first time he’d touched her, initially to still the pain racking through her body, had sent spikes of desire shooting straight to the tip of his cock. And when he’d thrown caution out the damned window and put his mouth on her hardened clit last night in the shower, he’d sworn he’d died and gone to whichever heaven was made for lycans.
Now they were outside, a warm breeze blowing around them, and Phelan still couldn’t take his hands off her. When he let his hands cup her face, then move down to the soft skin of her neck, to the bare softness of her chest, and finally to push down the elastic band of the jumpsuit that held it up over her breasts, all he could do was sigh. He looked down to see the heavy globes in all their fantastic glory.
The color of heavily creamed coffee until the areola formed a perfectly dark circle, her puckered nipple at its center. Phelan growled as he bent down, taking one into his mouth, gorging greedily, trying to suck as hard and as much of her breast as possible, while palming the other simultaneously. She grabbed the back of his head, similar to the way she had done when they were in the shower, rubbing her blunt nails along his scalp, feeding him her breast as if he were her child. He buried his face between the soft flesh, loving the feel of them along his cheeks as his tongue stretched out to lick small paths over the mounds.
He wanted his dick right here, cupped between her breasts as he fucked her until he came, his essence shooting in thick rivulets over her silky smooth skin. That thought had him pushing the jumpsuit down even farther, until his hand cupped the pouting mound of her pussy. She bucked beneath him, trying to keep her balance and give him all the access he wanted. With a growl of frustration, Phelan stood, taking her by the shoulders and plunging his tongue deep into her mouth again as he backed her up until she was flush against the log siding of the house.
He cupped her breasts again, licking all around her taut nipples, and was just about to pull that jumpsuit down farther so that he could lick the sweet honey between her legs one more time, when she shocked him.
With a quick motion Marena’s hands were on the zipper of his pants, pulling it down and reaching inside to wrap her fingers around his thick cock. Phelan gasped at the quick capture, his length resting in her palm as she completely freed him. He was just catching his breath when she slid down, her tongue licking the drop of pre-cum from his slit as he watched her through half-closed eyes.
Before he could stop himself Phelan ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face so he had a clear view of her mouth on his thick length. She licked around the tip until it was glossy with her ministrations. He throbbed in her hand as she closed her mouth over him and slid down slowly. Phelan groaned while watching his dick disappear into her mouth. His fingers twisted in her hair as he began to guide her head to match the slow and measured thrusts of his hips. He wanted to go faster, deeper, to pound into the warm recess of her mouth until his cum came spurting out hot and long. But he resisted, enjoying the moment when she cupped her hands on his ass and moved him just a bit faster, her mouth taking him easily.
Closing his eyes, Phelan let his head fall back, swearing he’d never felt this damned good before. Her mouth was hot and wet and he wanted to stay right there forever, until she slipped a hand around to reach farther into his pants, tickling his scrotum as she continued to suck him.
“Dammit!” He moaned and yelled and then moaned again, about two seconds before he came in thick jets that she swallowed without hesitation.
All thoughts of Eureka, the threat against Blaez’s life, hell, the air around him, vanished from Phelan’s mind as he held her head tightly, watching as her throat constricted with each swallow, her lips still wet and swollen.
It was when she looked up at him, when their gazes locked, that Phelan knew without a doubt that he was in trouble. Big, fucking trouble.
Chapter 6
What had she done?
And why the hell had she done it?
Marena had no clue what had come over her and made her give this guy oral sex—a man who she barely even knew, at that. All she knew for certain was that the heat that had shot through her veins as he’d sucked her breasts had been intoxicating. She’d immediately wanted more. She’d wanted her mouth on him in almost the same way.
It was strange and then again it wasn’t; it simply was.
She blinked as she realized that, licking her lips and coming to a complete stand. There was a deep attraction here; even if she’d just met him, the connection was undeniable. He wanted her and she wanted him, even though they both seemed to think there was a better option to their acting on this unexplainable magnetism. Marena could see it in his eyes. The doubt and the questions, the same ones that were most likely going through her head.
They didn’t know each other and had been thrust together by circumstances beyond either of their control. Still, it was as if something much stronger were at play here, something that was carefully orchestrating every touch and moan between them.
With shaking hands she brushed her hair back from her face, searching for the appropriate words to say but unable to find them since she’d never sucked a guy and swallowed his cum before.
In the next seconds she realized words weren’t necessary at all.
All she knew for certain was that he was pushing her jumpsuit down, lifting one of her legs, and removing her shoe so that she could step out of the material. When her leg was finally free, Phelan looped it over his arm, his fingers going quickly between her legs, pushing the thin swatch of silk covering her juncture aside to part her throbbing folds and sink hungrily into her moistened center. She gasped, her head falling back until it slapped softly against the wall. He quickly replaced his fingers with his dick, slamming into her with such heated force Marena almost bit right through her bottom lip.
Like his kiss, this was no romantic taking. There were no candles, no chocolate-covered strawberries or champagne. Simply the raw edge of need bursting free as he pumped wildly into her and she grabbed hold of his biceps, squeezing tightly as the sound of their joined sex slapping together echoed into the air. He held her leg higher than Marena even knew it could go, his thick, long length filling her completely before pulling out and ramming back inside again. Her bare ass hit the wall as she opened her mouth wide, the moan that ripped free an almost primal sound.
When she turned so that she could look into his face, she was shocked to see he was staring directly at her. His eyes were glazed as if he possibly wasn’t really seeing her at all and they were no longer green but a bristling cool blue that pierced straight through to her chest. His teeth were clenched, lips parted as he heaved with each thrust. He was seriously aroused and intent on making sure she received every inch of his dick, hitting her sweet spot over and over again until her legs began to tremble.
He growled then. Low at first and then louder, even though his facial expression hadn’t changed at all. The sound was so raw and guttural, just like his strokes inside her, and Marena felt as if he was making the sound specifically for her. She continued to stare at him, while loving the feel of his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of her very wet pussy.
When she knew she was about to come, Marena licked her lip and, acting on pure instinct, leaned in to lick Phelan’s bottom lip the same way. Their gazes remained locked, her nails digging into the skin of his arms as she used her teeth this time to bite down on his lip the second her body erupted in a blindingly delicious orgasm.
He pumped harder and faster, even when her essence dripped over his dick, onto her thighs and the wood-planked porch. He’d opened his mouth and she’d immediately released her hold on his lips to thrust her tongue deep inside. Phelan took her tongue, sucking it hard as he continued to pump inside of her, until finally he came with a shudder of his entire body. He held her against that wall, his dick still embedded deep inside her for endless seconds as he began to slowly stroke her tongue with his own. It was the sweetest kiss Marena had ever experienced.
In the seconds that followed realization hit Marena once more and she noticed the swaying of the trees in the distance, the wind that had picked up, and the fact that they were standing on an open porch where anyone could have seen them at any moment.
As surprising as all those things seemed to her, none of them compared to the fact that she’d just had unprotected sex.
Her palms against his chest, Marena pushed at Phelan until he backed away from her. When there was enough space between them she hurriedly began reassembling her clothes. She assumed he was doing the same when she took a couple steps to the side to retrieve her other shoe, not chancing a look toward Phelan at all.
“I don’t do this,” she said, twisting her foot until it was in the shoe and then standing up straight. “I don’t have sex with men I don’t . . . and I definitely never have unprotected sex.” Her breath came out in a rush as she verbalized the fear swarming through her stomach at the moment. “I’m not ready to have a baby and then there’s the possibility of diseases and, well, it’s just immature and irresponsible and I—”
“Lycans don’t contract human diseases,” Phelan replied from behind. “And conception can only occur on the night of the full moon. So you’re safe and sound.”
He was moving past her then, heading for the patio doors they’d come through earlier.
“I need to go to my room to research a few things. You can freshen up in there.”
His words were curt and frosty, and if Marena hadn’t known to take their little tryst for exactly what it was she may have been hurt by them. Luckily for her, she wasn’t the romantic type; she didn’t have hearts in her eyes and warmth in her chest at the possibility of having the big, strong, and sexy lycan fall for her. That’s not why she was here.
So she followed Phelan back into the house, through the long hallway that passed the library and a few other rooms with closed doors, so she couldn’t see what was in them. She and Phelan moved through the large living area where Channing and Caroline sat on a plush blanket in front of the huge fireplace, magazines strewn all around them as they talked.
Phelan was moving quickly, his long legs giving him a wide stride. Marena could keep up because she was tall herself, but she did lose a few steps when she looked over to see Caroline giving her a sympathetic gaze. That irritated her because Marena did not like pity. She hadn’t needed it when the scholarships at her small high school had all gone to the mayor’s twin daughters who hadn’t needed the money at all, nor did she need it when her first car—a ten-year-old Toyota Corolla—had coughed its last breath on the campus parking lot in the middle of a torrential rainstorm. No, she’d put her mind to it and found a solution to her problems, and dammit, that’s what she was going to do this time.
She continued to walk behind Phelan as he passed the kitchen and continued down another winding hallway that curved around the sprawling staircase. As she’d noticed earlier, this was a very large house with painstaking attention to detail from the rugs that matched the furniture and the room-darkening blinds perfectly, to the paintings of what looked like another world on the walls. Even the log-planked walls were glossed until their color was an exact shade, like golden honey.
Phelan turned right and immediately opened a door. Marena had seen him, but then she’d looked to the side and studied the painting on the wall. The one she’d been just as mesmerized by this morning. It was of a dark, stormy night with only the glow of the moon to add color. It immediately pulled her in, like a lullaby, and she couldn’t help but stare at it. So much so that she continued walking without looking and bumped right into Phelan’s broad chest.
“It’s just a picture,” he said stonily.
Marena disagreed. “I like it,” she replied, squaring her shoulders, prepared for a debate.
Phelan only shrugged. “That’s your prerogative. I’m going to go to my office. The bathroom is down those two steps toward the back. There’s a television and a radio.”
When he’d come in here to get his clothes earlier, she’d been enamored by that painting and so he’d gone in alone, quickly returning before any pain or discomfort could assail her. She walked in behind him this time, looking around as he turned on one lamp and then another. The light was a soft golden hue that illuminated the space, which told so much about the man. There were two connecting rooms both decorated in a deep purple color. The furniture was large and made entirely of wood from what she could see—a king-sized four-poster bed, two long dressers, and the entertainment center. Each piece was dark wood, burnished to a gleam as was the rest of the lumber in this house. There was a purple comforter on the bed and four pillows covered in purple cases. The previous room held a couch and two guest chairs, a coffee table, and end tables, all made of the same rich wood with thick purple cushions. There were no rugs on the planked floors and no curtains at the windows, only more room-darkeni
ng blinds.
Phelan was a powerful lycan, strong, steady, and respected. And yet his life was as solitary as he could make it while still remaining a part of the intricate group of lycans that lived in this house. Marena thought that was both strange and familiar.
“The distance shouldn’t be too far if you sit in here to watch television, but if you become uncomfortable—”
The deep boom of his voice jolted her from her thoughts. “I’ll run and find you,” Marena quipped as she stopped her perusal of the room and turned to face him.
His jaw was set, eyes cool, hands clasped in front of him. He looked like a sexy tour guide, quoting from memory all the amenities of the place, preparing to leave her alone full of information. He did not look like the hungry lover who had just brought her to a spine-tingling orgasm not even fifteen minutes ago.
For a moment she thought he was going to say something, maybe offer an apology for being so curt or possibly invite her into the office with him. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to see that space, too, as she thought it might be where Phelan spent most of his time when he was back here. Something about the precise location of everything she’d seen in the bedroom and this sitting area said it went untouched more often than not. He didn’t really live here, probably only slept in the bed, washed in the bathroom, and worked in that office.
“I’ll be right in here,” he told her before turning and walking away.
He was out of sight in seconds. Marena wasn’t sure of the exact amount of space that separated them, but she could no longer see him. She suspected they would both have to raise their voices slightly to hear each other, which meant . . . she waited.
And waited.
The pain would start at any moment. She even wrapped an arm around her stomach in anticipation and moved closer to the couch so it would be easier for her to sit when the waves of nausea hit. But they did not come. Maybe the sex cured it, she thought as she blinked. It was some good sex. No, it was some damned hot, good, and satisfying sex. Which she’d never experienced before, and she thought with a frown, she may never have again.