Her eyes widened. “You...can't be serious.”
“If you let me, I'll show you just how serious I am.”
She scowled at him. Was he taunting her, testing her, making fun of her?
Well, two could play at that game.
“Fine. If you want me, you may have me,” she declared haughtily, jerking her head up. Dropping her clothes to the floor, she said in a clear, strong voice, “If you want me, then take me, Andrew.”
She took a deep breath and waited, feeling her face flush with embarrassment and disappointment. She had called his bluff, hadn't she? He didn't really want her. No one wanted her.
His movements were so fast she didn't even have time to cry out. In a flash, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her long and hard. His kiss was deep, demanding and urgent, but his touch was gentle. His large hands moved slowly down her body, cupping her breasts and softly kneading them. His touch, his kiss ignited an inferno in her core, and she was helpless to resist him. She moaned into his mouth as he circled her nipples with his thumbs and teased them relentlessly. When she arched her back, he kissed and sucked his way down her neck and began to suckle her greedily. Her nipples were now throbbing and aching, and she wanted more, needed more.
Still suckling her, Andrew parted her legs and massaged her clit with his hand. She blinked and gasped at the scorching pleasure burning through her body. She had never felt like this before. She had never been so aware of her body, of her femininity. She was all woman, all aching want and desire. It felt as if every nerve ending was on fire, torturing and tormenting her out of her senses. Andrew slowly slipped one finger into her and her muscles clenched around him.
“So tight,” he gritted out, sliding his finger very gently in and out of her. “Spread wider for me, Leah.”
She sucked in a breath and pushed her thighs wider apart with her hands. “That's it,” he growled. “You are...beautiful, Leah. Hot and wet, and so fucking beautiful.”
His mouth landed on her quivering pussy and she lost all thought. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out at the intense pleasure of his tongue and lips on her. He pleasured her thoroughly, taking his time to taste her and coax more of her juices from her. Murmuring against her pussy lips, he licked languidly down her folds, and slipped her swollen clit between his lips to suck it. She felt him push two fingers into her and this time, it didn't hurt. It felt good, so damn good.
“Andrew...” she panted, raising her head from the pillow. “Please, I want you inside me. I...need you. Take me now...”
With a snarl, he stood and tore his clothes off. Her eyes widened at the size and length of him. She had never had a man before, and a man this size might...hurt her. But she kept her legs spread for him. She knew that even if it hurt, it would hurt so good. She wanted to feel him, feel him fully and deeply, and feel him burning and pulsating inside her.
She wanted this, more than anything.
He loomed over her, his hot, hard body tensed with lust and hunger. He held himself up over her with his arms on either side of her body. As she trailed her fingers up his biceps, he growled and lowered his face to her. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you, Leah?” he snarled into her ear.
“I have never wanted a woman like I want you, Leah. It's...unbelievable.” His eyes narrowed. “I don't think I'm ever going to get enough of you. I know I'm going to want you again and again.” He shook his head, frowning. “This has never happened before,” he mumbled half to himself. “I have never wanted a female so intensely before.”
She gazed up at him and whispered, “And I have never had a man before.”
He inhaled sharply at her confession.
“I am your first.”
Biting her lower lip, she nodded shakily.
He grabbed her arms hard. “And I—will be your last,” he snarled.
She stared up at his grim, handsome face and felt the sting of tears at the back of her eyes, but she blinked them away quickly. “Yes,” she whispered. Because after tonight, I will be dead.
Raising a hand to his face, she cupped his jaw and let her fingers brush over the chiseled planes of his face. Was this a dream? A cruel, taunting dream?
Her pack thought that she was a joke, a disgrace. They made fun of her, insulted her, laughed at her. But it seemed that fate had decided to make fun of her as well. She had met the man of her dreams, and was lying in his bed, in his arms. But when this night was over, he would be gone from her forever.
She didn't know what the Thunderfalls wolves would do to her. Kill her, or send her back to the Dark Moon pack with a declaration of war? Either way, her life was over. And she realized with a bitter laugh that she hadn't had much of a life anyway.
Her pathetic, miserable life started and ended with this night.
She would make the most of this last night. She wanted to feel everything, and she wanted to feel everything with him.
“You are real,” she said in wonder, holding his rugged face in both hands. “And...” She glanced down. “Very big.”
He smirked. “And you will take every inch of me into your body. And feel how real this is.”
CHAPTER SIX
Andrew felt her tense as he poised his cock at her opening. He saw her throat move as she blinked up at him. Her green eyes were wide and trusting, and he slowly let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding.
She had just admitted to him that she was a virgin. No male had ever had the honor and mind-blowing pleasure of entering her hot, lush body. He had never taken a virgin to his bed before. All the she-wolves he'd bedded had been experienced and lusty, just out for one night of fun and games. No attachments, no promises, no complications. Just sex.
But Leah...Leah was different.
She was so precious to him. She was young, fragile, trusting. She'd trusted her pack to look out for her. She had been starved of attention and was so desperate for acceptance that she'd jumped headlong into this foolish mission.
He had to be careful, very careful with her.
He wasn't sure he could be gentle with her though. He wanted to take her hard, fuck her hard and fast and make her scream.
Andrew inched slowly into her. He held her eyes as he pushed himself deeper into her body. She whimpered and shuddered, feeling him stretch her walls painfully. She was too tight. He wasn't even halfway in and her channel felt like a vice around his cock, clamping around him like an iron grip.
“Leah,” he grated, leaning forward to stroke her nipples with his fingers. He rubbed and pinched her nipples until they were hard and erect. She was starting to pant, and he could feel her juices squirting from her. She was wet enough.
Wet and tight. She was killing him. She felt so damn good.
“Leah...” he rasped, sliding deeper into her. He cupped her buttocks in his palms and raised her hips to him. Then he drove into her and buried himself to the hilt inside her pussy.
She cried out, and a small tear leaked from the corner of her eye. He bent down and kissed the tear away, murmuring into her hair. He kept kissing and stroking her until he felt her relax in his arms. Very gently, he slid himself in and out of her body.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked softly.
She shook her head and writhed beneath him. “I didn't know that it would feel so good, and so...intimate.” She blushed and lowered her eyes.
Andrew touched her lips with his thumb. “Sex is intimate,” he said. “But this—is more than sex. I'm going to mark you, Leah.”
He hooked her leg over his shoulder and looked down. His cock was coated with her juices, and her pussy lips were pink and glistening. The sight made him harder and he felt his balls tighten.
Pulling her up to him, he latched his mouth on her breast and laved his tongue hard across her nipple. Her body shuddered, and she let out short, sharp cries. He tilted his thrusts as he pounded into her so that his crotch rubbed against her engorged clit with each thr
ust. Capturing her dark, long nipples between his fingers, he tugged at them as he stroked her pussy with his cock.
“Oh, please...don't stop...” she begged just before she threw back her head and screamed his name.
Her walls pulsed and tightened around him as she rode the crest of a powerful orgasm. He moved harder and faster inside her, prolonging and intensifying her pleasure. “Oh, Andrew...” she whispered, her arms sliding down from his shoulders to fall on either side of her head.
He had taken her bareback, and it felt so fucking good. But he had to be fair to her. She wasn't his mate. It wouldn't be right to impregnate her, even though he wanted to.
The thought of pumping his seed into her and making her belly swell with his pup almost made him come right there and then. But he held back and forced himself to withdraw. Leaning over to his bedside table, he fished out a condom from the drawer and jerked it on. Spreading her legs, he entered her again, and this time, he didn't hold back.
He pounded into her furiously, and she groaned as he grabbed her bouncing breasts and squeezed. He saw that she loved what he was doing to her. Her body was so sensitive, so responsive to his touch, his kisses.
“Oh Andrew, I...” She gasped and climaxed suddenly and forcefully. With a roar, he finally let go and took his release. He kept thrusting as he ejaculated thick jets of his hot, milky seed. Yanking her up to him, he tilted her head back to bare her throat for his bite. Sinking his teeth into the curve where her neck flowed into her shoulder, he bit down into her soft flesh. She gasped and her body jerked as another wave of pleasure slammed into her.
He continued moving, stroking in a steady rhythm as he bit her. As she wrung the last drop of his semen from him, there was only one thought in his mind.
Every night.
He wanted this every single night.
He wanted her.
He had marked her. She now wore his mark and his scent, but he hadn't claimed her.
It was too soon to claim her.
For now, marking her was enough.
As long as she wore his mark, she would be protected.
The Dark Moon wolves wouldn't dare touch her. They wouldn't come within a mile of her. He would make sure of that.
After he laid her softly down on the bed, he rolled out of bed and strode to the bathroom.
“Noah,” he barked into the wall phone. “Wrap up the dinner as soon as you can, and gather all our wolves in the great hall. There's someone I'd like you all to meet.”
After a pause, he said, “A new pack member.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Leah stood facing the lake, watching the moon's reflection ripple on the water surface. The moon hung low and full in the night sky, bathing the landscape in a pure, silvery light. Taking a deep breath, Leah shed her clothes slowly, letting the cool moonlight caress her naked body.
She could do this. She had been training and practicing diligently. Abigail and Meiling, her two trainers, had been so encouraging and patient. They never gave up on her. They were tough and demanding, but they were never cruel. They believed in her and had utmost faith that she would be able to rouse her wolf.
Everyone had a different way of connecting and calling upon their wolf, they'd told her. Leah just had to find her own way.
For six months, she had gone through very tough, taxing mental and physical training. She had to be strong, emotionally and physically, to be able to shift. It took strength, stamina and discipline to control one's wolf.
Her friends had been encouraging as well. Yes, she had friends now. She had made lots of new friends in the Thunderfalls pack. They were her friends, her comrades, her family. She was one of them now.
Andrew had gathered the entire Thunderfalls pack and told them the truth about her. He didn't want to lie to his pack, and he'd told her that she should never be afraid of facing the truth. There was nothing to be afraid of, and she had nothing to be ashamed of. “It's the only way to be truly free,” he'd said. And he was right.
The Thunderfalls wolves were straight-talking and direct, but they showed her genuine empathy and consideration. They didn't snigger and gossip behind her back. Instead, they simply sat her down and asked their questions openly. They wanted to know about her past, her life in the Dark Moon pack, her parents, her relationships and what she knew or heard about the Thunderfalls pack. Some of their questions brought her to the verge of tears, but she stoically swallowed her tears and her pride and answered them honestly. The truth might be ugly, but they deserved to know everything about her.
They scrutinized her, tested her, interrogated her. But they didn't ignore her. They asked some hard questions, but they never insulted her. She saw that they were intelligent, discerning and fair. The Thunderfalls pack held open and frank discussions about anything and everything. Every member of the pack had the right to speak his or her mind. They would debate and argue, or even fight it out, but they didn't scheme behind one another's backs.
They didn't scheme to get one of their pack members killed by sending her on a mission that was bound to fail.
She realized that Mason and the rest of the Dark Moon wolves never intended for her to make it back alive. They never wanted her to succeed in her mission. All they wanted was for her to be caught. And killed.
Some of Andrew's lieutenants had laughed out loud when they heard how she had tried to assassinate Noah, who was one of their best and most fearsome fighters. Noah was one of Andrew's lieutenants, and Andrew had put him in charge of the pack's anniversary celebrations. Noah had single-handedly thwarted an attack by the Night Jaguars, and the banquet was in his honor. The banquet was to celebrate the pack's one hundredth anniversary, as well as to celebrate Noah's exemplary courage and outstanding contribution and success.
Andrew had graciously stepped back that night and assumed a security role to let Noah enjoy the limelight. Leah couldn't imagine Mason doing that. Mason was too proud, too insecure and small-minded to let any of his lieutenants take the glory. Andrew was a very good Alpha, but he was not weak. Not. At. All.
If she had tried to stab Noah that night, Noah could have killed her without batting an eyelid.
Andrew, though, was even more deadly and dangerous than the boyish-looking Noah. He could kill with his mind. He was sharp and shrewd, and when it came to protecting his pack, he was ruthless.
“At that dinner, Andrew could have snapped your neck, disposed of you and still make it back in time for dessert,” Meiling, her trainer, had quipped.
When she paled, Meiling simply patted her hand and shrugged. “But he didn't murder you. He marked you instead.”
Meiling's calm, astute observation didn't make her blush and squirm. She had gotten used to their bluntness. They didn't mince their words, but they valued honesty and courage. It was okay to make mistakes, but you had to be brave and honest enough to admit your mistakes. Because she was open with them and held nothing back, they forgave her and accepted her wholeheartedly into the pack.
She trained with them, worked with them and lived in their territory. Noah ran the Thunderfalls security firm, which provided security services to the residents of North County. He hired her as an administrative assistant, and she rented a nice, little apartment near her office. The block of apartments belonged to the Thunderfalls pack, but not all the residents in the block were Thunderfalls wolves. There were some human families, and a handful of other shifters in her block.
The Thunderfalls pack had given her sanctuary, protection and a home. For the first time in her life, she felt safe. She knew that Andrew watched her all the time. He had access to her apartment, and he would come to her in the middle of the night. He was a great lover, and he was her only lover. She didn't need anyone else. And she didn't want anyone else. She felt safe, happy and loved. She was finally, truly happy.
Leah closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. She could feel her wolf rising, shaking off the deep slumber to prowl cautiously to the surface. Her wolf was ready, eager to emerge.
She just had to find a way to let her wolf out.
Leah turned her face towards the moon, and continued taking calm, steadying breaths. She could smell the lake, the grass, the small flowers and the different scents in the wind.
Her lips curved in a smile as she inhaled deeply. Everything smelled stronger, clearer, fresher. She turned her head and sniffed. Was that...the scent of a rabbit racing through the woods? And under the smell of the soil, she could smell the busy, hurrying insects. She let out an exhilarated laugh. Her sense of smell was heightened. And so was her hearing. She could hear the scampering feet of the baby rabbit in the middle of the woods as it hurtled into the burrow after its mother. And she could make out the rustle of each leaf and the soft footfall in the grass.
And she could scent—him.
She smiled quietly, but she kept her eyes closed and she didn't turn around. He could watch her. He'd always watched her anyway.
She wouldn't be distracted. She wouldn't fail now.
Keeping her mind and her hold on her wolf, she steeled herself and readied herself for the shift. The first time was always the most difficult. But she was ready. She could take the pain.
Her eyes flew open at the first deafening crack of bone. Her cry of shock and pain became a howl, and when she blinked, the entire world looked different.
Her eyesight had vastly improved, and she could see the tiniest movement in the grass. It was incredible.
Running to the water's edge, she peered at the mirrored surface of the lake and saw her reflection. A beautiful brown wolf with startling green eyes stared back at her.
She was a wolf. A wolf! She had shifted to wolf.
Leah raised her head and howled.
That musical, joyous sound was joined by a louder, stronger howl. Leah turned and saw a large gray wolf standing behind her, watching her and protecting her. She stared into Andrew's amber eyes and waited breathlessly as he padded over to her.
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