Protect and Fur [3xtasy Lake 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Corinne Davies

  She felt his fingers pull slowly though her hair as if he was finger-combing it. He gripped handfuls close to her scalp and gently pulled her head back. His amber eyes practically glowed in the dim light of her hallway. His gaze caught hers as if he was making certain she wanted this, and she did, very much.

  The wolf inside her howled, and Brenna caught herself before she echoed the sound to the ceiling. Instead she growled low in her throat and slid her hand along the waistband of his leather pants. His eyes darkened, and he growled at her but stood completely still, allowing her to do whatever she wanted.

  Even though she knew what she wanted, she was still a bit nervous. Aiden was standing there so still. She wasn’t certain if this was what he wanted.

  “Touch me, Brenna.” It was an order more than a request, and she felt a responsive shiver run along her spine at his tone.

  There was an intimacy here she tried to shy away from, but Aiden wouldn’t let her turn her head. He kept their gazes locked as she ran the palm of her hand over the bulge in the front of his pants. It felt like his cock was trying to burst through the leather and into her hand.

  She watched as his eyes darkened and his pupils flickered slightly. The energy radiating off him felt hot and alive. She could scent his wolf straining to get to hers, and another rush of moisture coated her pussy. A primal instinct drove her to mark her Mate and warn off any other females who might get close to him. She wanted to get rid of these clothes and rub her body all over him.

  One corner of Aiden’s mouth kicked up as if he realized something. “You aren’t as cool-headed as you’d like everyone to believe, are you?” He tightened his grip on her hair, and the small sharp pinpricks of pain danced along her scalp, ratcheting up her arousal. “Come on, Doc. Show me what you got.”

  A dare? Her anger surged up, and she pressed the heel of her hand against the hard ridge in the front of his pants. He wanted to see what she was capable of? Curling her fingers, she scratched the front of his pants, running her nails over his leather-covered balls, careful to keep her claws in. The last thing she wanted was cause permanent damage.

  Aiden lunged at her and captured her mouth with his. His kiss demanded her full attention as he bit her lower lip and his tongue surged against hers. It was a sign of dominance, but she didn’t roll over like a gentle bitch. Instead she lifted her hand wrapped it around his neck and hopped up. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he grabbed her ass and pulled her against the hard bulge in his pants. His hands must’ve caught the hem of her robe because she could feel the cool air against her ass creating a sharp contrast to the incredible heat against her cunt.

  Aiden stilled, and she lifted her head in concern. She could see the wolf in his gaze, a primal instinctual expression that entranced her. “No panties?” His smile was sinful. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

  She closed her eyes, but a sharp smack to one cheek of her ass had them flying open. “Stay here with me, Brenna.” He rolled his hips and rubbed his leather-covered erection against her. She cried out at the intensity of the movement, and her pussy wept. Her cream coated the front of his leathers, allowing her to slip and slide against the ridge of his cock with greater ease.

  “I love feeling your hot little pussy against me like this. As good as this feels, I know how much better it’ll be when I drive myself deep inside you.”

  He punctuated his words with another roll of his hips, pressing against her sensitized clit. She fought the urge to close her eyes and let the moment roll over her.

  “I want you inside me now.” She tilted her pelvis so the ridge of his cock slipped along her drenched lips. He growled, and she felt his nails prick her skin. Reaching down between them, she stroked along the waistband and felt the tip of his cock peeking out the top. A bead of moisture coated her fingertip. He broke eye contact to watch as she lifted her hand up and sucked her finger between her lips. His unique flavor burst on her tongue, and she groaned as her mouth watered for more.

  “Oh, fuck, yeah, Bren.” Aiden wrapped his hands over the bottoms of her thighs and supported her as she rocked her clit against him. He nipped at her collarbone and pressed kisses against the sting. “Hold on tight.”

  She tangled her fingers in his hair at the back of his neck and held onto his shoulder. He supported her as he rocked against her pussy. She expected him to press her against something, but he didn’t. Instead he glanced behind him and backed up to the sofa just inside the living room.

  Her knees sank into the soft cushions, giving her traction she craved. His shirt flew across the room a second later, and Brenna nuzzled her lips against his neck. She loved the way he smelled there. He smelled like the forest and campfires and marshmallows. Everything that reminded her of home and safety, and she wanted it all.

  She could feel the pressure building within her, a demand for release. Her wolf howled in her head, and Aiden growled against her neck. “You can do it.” He placed his hand between them and pressed his thumb against her clit. She flexed her hips and a raw pleasure burst over her, driving her to rock against the pressure he presented.

  “Not without you.”

  “Don’t take this wrong, Brenna. There’s nothing I want more than to fall on the floor with you and drive myself deep inside of you. But, it’s not going to magically create a perfect future for us. ”

  Fuck that. She didn’t give a shit about tomorrow. What would happen would happen, but she knew that at least she would have Aiden at her side. He wouldn’t walk away from her this time. Craig wouldn’t let that happen.

  She could feel an orgasm coiling tighter and tighter inside her. Flickers of white-hot sensations danced along the souls of her feet and up her calves.

  Aiden cupped the back of her neck and drew her closer for a kiss. His kissed her as if this were the last time he’d see her. She tasted the desperation and hunger on his lips. She rocked against him and her body spiraled tighter and tighter but couldn’t reach the pinnacle without him.

  “Stop thinking, dammit. I need this and I need you.” Brenna ripped at the zipper at the side of his pants and pulled them out of the way. Thankfully he gave up on the noble crap, because she didn’t care right now.

  “I promise to respect you in the morning,” she whispered against his lips, thrilled she was getting her own way. She positioned herself over his straining cock. He chuckled and then nipped at her lower lip. Swirling her hips, she caught the tip of his cock at her saturated entrance. The blunt head stretched the walls of her cunt as he fought for entrance, growling against her throat.

  “Oh, Bren, go slow. Make it last.” He kept an iron grip on her hips, preventing her from impaling herself as her wolf demanded. She wanted hard and fast, but he seemed determined to stymie her efforts. His slow entrance stretched her muscles almost to the point of pain as he pressed forward and then retreated. Inch by inch, she sank down on him until he was completely sheathed inside of her.

  * * * *

  Aiden feared the top of his head would blow off as Brenna slipped her body over him, wrapping his cock in a velvet glove. For the first time in a year he finally felt as if he were back where he should be. The last time he’d felt this was the day he’d met her and then had to treat her in the worst way a Mate could do to another. He hadn’t wanted to walk away, just like walking away from her again might kill him.

  Her flimsy robe hung off her elbows, creating a silky backdrop to her luscious body. She was sheer perfection from her satiny hair to her pretty toes. And her claws… Jesus. He felt her nails prick into his skin at the shoulders, sending white-hot bursts of electricity straight to his aching cock. He loved that she was a scratcher.

  His cock pulsed heavily inside her as she slowly raised herself up off him. She tried to increase the friction between them, but he held onto her hips and stopped her from tearing down his control. He wanted to savor their reunion and slowly draw out each movement. The muscles in her pussy clenched painfully tight around his cock as she moved. His
balls pulled up against him as a tingle raced up his cock to the tip. He would go off like a rocket at this rate.

  She was like a goddess over him. He slid one hand over her waist, loving the feel of her silky skin as his fingers stroked up her torso to the delicate underside of her breasts. Her back arched as she lifted off him. Her nipples looked like luscious ripe raspberries begging for a taste he couldn’t deny. He gripped her waist, holding her in place as he cupped one breast and pressed his tongue against her nipple. He sucked on the morsel and flicked his tongue against it before trapping it against the roof of his mouth. She tasted like berries and cream, and the delicate scent of her arousal painted the air around him. She quivered and her nails pricked his shoulders again, ripping the reins off his control.

  He loosened the grip on her waist, and she dropped down on him, spearing his cock into her hot sheath. She cried out and lifted herself up to do it again. He gave her what she wanted. As she dropped down, he lifted up and met her stroke for stroke. Pounding harder and harder into her cunt, he drove them both to the pinnacle. Her fingers gripped his biceps, and she quivered in his arms. Her head tilted back, her mouth open in a cry of pleasure.

  He allowed her one deep inhale before he thrust into her again, watching her closely as she rode out her orgasm and then was hit with a second one. She clamped down on his cock so tight that he was sure he wouldn’t be able to move. He rocked against her, her cunt squeezing him.

  He felt her nails scrape gently against his nuts and he lost the tenuous grip on his vaulted control. Instinct took over as he flipped them over. Still joined, he rose over her and pounded his cock into her drenched cunt. An ember of heat started at the small of his back and quickly flowed around to his balls and cock. He was vaguely aware of her nails digging into his back as he blew his cum deep inside her.

  At the last moment he collapsed next to her and not on her. Feeling like he’d run a marathon through wet cement, he gathered her close to him as he floated in a sense of peace he’d only ever felt one other time. She panted against his neck and curled up against his chest.

  Slowly the reality of what he’d done crept into his thoughts, destroying the floating peace. He’d known coming here would be dangerous, but he couldn’t stay away. Not only because he’d tracked the rogues here, but also because he needed to see her. It was a visceral need that ached deep in his soul. Even though part of him had feared she wouldn’t care and would send him packing without a second glance.

  Craig’d warned him that she was angry and how she’d come back from her sister’s changed. That was his fault, and knowing he’d hurt her that badly tore at his conscience. His heart skipped a beat when she’d threatened to neuter him without anesthetic, because if she was still furious, there had to be some passion remaining on her part. Finding out Craig was also her Mate was a surprise, but it couldn’t have worked out better. Craig wasn’t the only being in the universe he’d trusted to protect his Mate when he couldn’t come to her sooner.

  Of course, he planned to have a talk with Craig. He’d bet Brenna didn’t understand the complexities of Craig’s history. She’d never think that a shifter would deny his inner beast, because why would he? He wouldn’t tell Brenna everything. Hell, even Aiden didn’t know it all, because it was Craig’s story to tell. When the time came for Aiden to leave on another mission, she needed to know that he and Craig had her best interests at heart.

  He did mean to start over with her, but not this way. There was no place for a Mate in his life, and he knew it. With his job, a Mate would be under constant threat. The idea of anyone threatening a hair on her scared him to the bone.

  He had to keep her safe, and he only knew of one way. Of course, he had fucked that up royally already. Leaving was going to hurt her again, and he didn’t know how to avoid it.

  “You’re leaving, aren’t you?” He watched the blissful afterglow drain from her features. He blinked up at her, first looking for the scalpel she threatened him with yesterday. He lifted up and pulled his softening cock from her body. His wolf snarled at the quick separation. “I’ve a job to do, Brenna.”

  She nodded as if that was the response she expected. “Will I see you tomorrow?” she asked as she pulled her robe back around herself and crawled over him. She stood up and kept her back to him as she retied the belt to her robe.

  “I’m not sure.” He watched her shoulders droop. Oh, yeah, that’s a great response, asshole.

  What had been an incredible experience had dissolved into an uncomfortable, painful situation. Aiden tucked his half-hard cock back into his pants. Not a chance, buddy, you fucked this up enough already. That was the last way he wanted to end this moment. He rose to his feet and placed a hand on each of Brenna’s shoulders.

  She shrugged off his hands. “I’m making a pot of coffee. Do you want a cup?”

  “That would be perfect, thanks.”

  As he searched for his shirt, she rushed out of the room. He took his time buttoning up, giving them both a moment to collect their thoughts.

  His pants were pretty much a mess, not that he minded. He loved that he wore proof of how passionate she was, but he left his shirt untucked, considering his cock hadn’t gotten the message that playtime was over.

  Leaving like this would be a mistake, that much was obvious, but maybe they could talk and figure it out. He’d make her understand that he was doing this for her own good. Brenna stood in the kitchen, her arms wrapped around herself, as she stared out the kitchen window. “Your coffee will be ready in a minute.”

  He glanced over at the coffee maker where a single mug and spoon sat. “Aren’t you having one?”

  “No, I’m going for a run. Do me a favor? Turn the coffeemaker off when you’re done. I’m not sure when I’ll be back.” She didn’t turn around and look at him when she pulled open the screen and stepped out onto the porch.

  Guilt pounded at him, making him feel sick. He didn’t know how to fix this. He saw her robe flutter off her shoulders a moment before she shifted into her wolf.

  “Brenna, wait.” He said her name, but she ignored him and bounded toward the woods, disappearing into the night.

  “Fuck!” He spat the curse out but didn’t feel any better.

  He stepped outside and picked up her robe. Bringing it to his face, he inhaled deeply. The natural fibers held onto her unique scent and the lingering note of her arousal. If he shifted, he would be able to find her, but what good would that do? She obviously didn’t want to talk to him, and he should take the “out” she gave him.

  Aiden walked back into the house, still holding the material to his face. There was an immense aching hole within him that a minute ago was filled with her presence. Is this how she felt when I left her that night? His wolf howled out in his head, demanding Aiden follow her and grovel at her feet for another chance to fix this, but he knew his presence wouldn’t be welcome right then.

  Aiden reached over and flicked off the coffeemaker. His stomach rolled at the thought of a cup of coffee right now. He should go. Walk out and end this cleanly. He understood exactly how she’d felt that day. An itch danced over his back, and he realized that it must be her scratches healing, causing a wave of loneliness to wash over him. If he knew of a way to keep the marks she’d inflicted, he would. But despite wishes to the contrary, they’d be gone by the morning.

  He opened a couple of the kitchen drawers until he found one with some pens and a pad of paper. If you ever need me. He wrote down his cell number and signed his name. Leaving the note next to the coffeemaker beside the clean mug, he walked out of her house.

  It wasn’t until he reached the car that he noticed that her robe was still in his hand. He should go back in and leave it on a chair, but even he wasn’t that strong. If he walked back in there, he was going to crawl into her bed and wait for her to come home. He’d give up everything and let the rogues be someone else’s problem.

  But what if he learned they slaughtered another family? Could he look at himse
lf in the mirror knowing he could’ve stopped another child from being left alone in the world? He rubbed her robe against his lips and wished things could be different, because he knew that her name was carved into his soul and he’d hurt her again. That wound would never heal.

  Chapter Six

  Aiden sat in his car, watching his rearview mirror as a cruiser pulled up behind him. Dammit. He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. This spot at the top of the escarpment gave him a perfect view to the east where Brenna’s clinic was located. It also allowed him the perfect view to the west and his real reason for being there. He should’ve known that Craig would figure it out and come looking for him after a couple days.

  The blissful aroma of coffee hit his senses a moment before Craig passed a large take-out cup of coffee to him. The logo of a place called The Shack wrapped around the side, but he didn’t care where it came from. He grabbed the cup and took a long sip.

  Craig leaned in the window and then wrinkled up his nose. “Dude, you need a bath. I could smell you coming up the road.”

  Aiden glanced into the passenger seat. Wrappers and garbage of all sorts littered the floor and seat, but the most damning was the silk robe lying over the back of his seat. Craig lifted his sunglasses to the top of his head. “You fucked up again, didn’t you?”

  “Shut up, Craig. I’m trying to do the right thing here.” He lifted the binoculars and watched Brenna as she left the clinic and headed down the street.

  “Explain to me why living in your car and spying on Brenna is the right thing to do?” Craig stood up and walked to the front of the car, leaning against the fender. He lifted a bag of something and shook it before placing it on the hood.

  “I’m not some timid animal you have to entice out of hiding with food.”

  Craig glanced over at him. “Why would I think that of you? Do you know Brenna refuses to speak to me or say your name? Here you are holed up in the forest on a stakeout.”