Trayis (VLG Series Book 11)

by Laurann Dohner

  She lifted her gaze, holding his. He looked angry now. “I know. Sylvia found out what they were attempting to do when she overheard a boy snarling, and me yelling at him. He was frustrated that his vibes didn’t work, and I was angry that he’d tried that bullshit on me. So she went to Arlis.”

  “Sylvia is your foster mother?”

  She nodded.

  “No male should ever use his dominance on a female that way.”

  “Arlis agreed.”

  “So, what laws did he write specifically for you?”

  “No one is allowed to challenge me. No fighting with or physically harming me. I don’t have the shifter ability to defend myself. I can’t grow claws. He felt they’d have an unfair advantage even in skin. Which is true. I’m stronger than a human woman would be, but I’m not nearly as strong as a full Werewolf. They’d kick my ass, and I fully admit it. No dominant-vibes bullshit to force me to someone’s will.” She dropped her gaze again, because his stare was too intense for her to withstand. “Not that it works anyway. And anyone willing to bed me must mate me if they get me pregnant. Hence the condoms.” This was so embarrassing. “But no forcing me to mate with them. It must be my decision. That about covers it.”

  “Okay.”

  “Oh, and they can’t hurt me during sex. But I know you won’t. We don’t have to go into that.” Her blush burned hotter in her cheeks.

  “Arlis actually needed to make that a law?”

  She nodded. “He sat me down when I was sixteen to explain shifter sex, and how my body was different from other girls’. That’s the age when most of our teens begin having sex and fooling around. My alpha cares about me, and he was worried someone would become too rough. I heal better than a human does but not as fast as a Were. He wanted me to know that he’d explained to the boys that I had more brittle bones and skin, and they’d be punished if they weren’t careful.”

  “What is their punishment?”

  “He’d beat them in front of everyone. The severity of the beating is his judgement call, depending on the injuries they may have inflicted.”

  He frowned.

  “You know…break my arm, and he’d break theirs repeatedly for the amount of time it took me to heal, so they’d understand the pain I’d have to endure. That kind of stuff.”

  He smiled slightly. “Good to know.”

  She glanced at his mouth. “You’re not part of our pack. The laws don’t apply to you. It’s okay if you need to bite me. I won’t mistake it for a claim, Trayis.”

  Surprise flickered in his eyes as she studied them.

  “I know you’re part Vampire, and they drink blood. So that would likely be why you’d bite me, instead of the reason a Werewolf might.”

  “That doesn’t scare you?”

  “I’m not afraid.” That was the truth. “Maybe I have bad instincts but…I’m drawn to you.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Just you, Trayis.”

  “Condoms.” He held out his hand.

  She reached inside her bra and withdrew the linked wrappers, warm from being against her skin. He took them without comment and jerked his head toward the bedroom.

  She felt nervous as she made her way to the back of the trailer. The bed was a large one for the space, taking up most of the room. It had also been made. She turned to find Trayis blocking the doorway, filling the entire frame.

  “Clothes off,” he rasped.

  Her hands trembled a little as she began to strip. “Aren’t you going to get naked, too?”

  “You’re shaking. Are you certain you’re not afraid?” He inhaled through his nose.

  “I’m not afraid but a bit nervous,” she confessed.

  “And you’re sure you want me?”

  Worry surfaced that he’d change his mind and ask her to leave. “Positive.”

  Shay shed all her clothes, grateful that she’d showered and shaved that morning. She reached up and pushed her blonde hair back over her shoulder.

  His gaze lowered down her body—and she swore the golden streaks in his eyes brightened. Then she remembered his Vampire bloodlines. It wasn’t a trick of her imagination. She’d never seen a Vampire in person, but she’d heard about their traits. They could control minds, and she’d also heard their eyes could take on a luminescent quality when they were hungry or sexually aroused.

  “Stretch out on your back and spread your legs.”

  She did as he asked. Warmth heated her face as she bent her legs and then parted them wide, exposing her sex to him.

  He growled low and tore his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. His legs moved as she guessed he was kicking off his shoes. He reached down, unfastening his jeans. She locked her attention there and masked her features in case things turned scary.

  He dropped to his knees, though, before he exposed his cock, reached for her, and his big hands slid under her ass. She gasped when he jerked on her, pulling her closer. Her bent elbows propping her up slid out from beneath her, and she ended up lying flat on her back.

  That hadn’t been expected. Nor was expected when he lowered his face without warning and snarled.

  She tensed when she felt his lips on her inner thigh. He licked her skin, pressing a kiss there, and then lightly raked his teeth against. She felt the sharp tips of his fangs but there wasn’t any pain. It was possible he needed to feed before sex.

  “Do it,” she urged, hoping it wouldn’t hurt. She sealed her lips tightly together, silently promising not to cry out in pain if it did.

  Instead, he kissed her thigh again, ran his tongue along her skin, and inched upward. Her eyes widened as he nibbled his way closer to her sex. Trayis slid his hands out from under her ass and splayed them on her inner thighs, pushing them even farther apart and pinning them against the mattress.

  The first brush of his tongue across her clit had her jerking under him. It felt odd—and amazing. He focused his attention on the sensitive nub. He licked at her, sucked, and she closed her eyes. Pleasure jolted through her and a moan escaped.

  Trayis growled, adding vibrations as he ruthlessly attacked her clit.

  She tried to buck her hips to get away. She couldn’t think, swamped by ecstasy so strong it nearly hurt. It was too much, too intense, and she arched her back, clawing at the bedding.

  Shay threw her head back and yelled his name as climax tore through her.

  Trayis stopped as she panted and tried to pull herself together. Embarrassment came swiftly. It shouldn’t have happened so fast. But nothing had prepared her for that. She tried to think of some excuse for her quick trigger and wondered if she should apologize.

  She opened her eyes, staring at the white ceiling above her, not daring to look at him. He probably thought she was even more pathetic than her pack did.

  “Roll over and get on your hands and knees,” Trayis ordered. His voice didn’t sound right. It came out too deep, too husky.

  She rolled, still avoiding his gaze. It would have been nice if he’d decided to take her missionary style, but she wasn’t going to ask. She got on her hands and knees, spreading her legs about six inches apart and arching her back to shove her ass higher. Her foster mother had given her the sex talk about Werewolves. It was the standard submissive position for a female to take with a dominant.

  The mattress dipped, and Trayis got on the bed behind her. Something landed on the mattress next to her, and she turned her head, seeing three of the condom packets. Shay assumed he was putting the fourth one on. She licked her lips, breathed deeply, and waited.

  He put one hand on her hip, getting a firm grip, and his legs braced outside of hers. Slight fear surfaced but she pushed it back. Trayis wouldn’t hurt her.

  His finger slid between the folds of her pussy, and he rubbed her clit. It was oversensitive but it still felt good. Shay moaned.

  “Damn,” he growled. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re not as big as I’m used to.”

  Sh
e wondered if he meant her private area or her body in general. It didn’t matter. He wanted her enough to willingly use a condom, and he’d just given her an orgasm by going down on her.

  He stopped playing with her clit, removed his hand—and something much thicker than his finger nudged the slit of her pussy. He rubbed against her flesh, and she felt how wet he’d made her. He positioned his cock right at her opening.

  Trayis pushed a little.

  She closed her eyes. He felt so big.

  His other hand gripped her hip to get a better hold and she locked her arms straight. He adjusted his legs a little, pinning hers in place.

  “Are you sure you want me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Your heart is racing. I can hear it.”

  “It would be bad if you were boring me,” she teased.

  “True. Here we go, doll. No turning back now. I’m going to make it good for you.”

  The way he sounded, the tone of his sexy voice, excited her like nothing else. He pushed against her a tiny bit more. He growled and tightened his hands on her hips. There would probably be minor bruising from his fingers but she’d heal fast from that. She tried to stay relaxed, remembering that part of Sylvia’s talk, too.

  It was supposed to feel better if she didn’t tense up.

  Then he pushed all the way inside her in one powerful thrust that almost made her arms collapse.

  Raw pain tore through her, and she was pretty sure that cry she heard had ripped from her own throat.

  Trayis froze over her, his cock buried inside her deep. He wasn’t big—he was huge, and she thought maybe something inside her had broken.

  A snarl filled the room before his hands eased their hold on her hips. He released her and came down over her back, almost crushing her beneath him. One of his arms wrapped around her chest, the other hand splaying on the mattress next to her head. She barely saw it through the tears that filled her eyes.

  “Son of a bitch,” he rasped near her ear. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  She couldn’t talk, still catching her breath from the pain.

  He moved his hips, slowly beginning to withdraw from her body. She cried out because it hurt.

  He froze again, still embedded inside her. “Give me your neck, now.”

  It wasn’t a request. He snarled the words, sounding furious.

  She managed to twist her head to expose herself to him. His mouth came down on her neck and he licked her skin. She tensed as he opened his mouth wider…then she felt his fangs prick the area he’d just licked. He bit down—and she gasped. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as his cock had, breaching her.

  The pain faded as he took blood, feeding off her. Her tense muscles relaxed as a kind of euphoria took over, making her mind float a bit, her thoughts jumble.

  She was aware when he turned them on their sides, his body spooning hers and holding her tight. He began to thrust his hips, this time gentle and slow. She clutched at his arm circling her breasts, needing something to cling to. Pleasure gripped her, a need for more, and she moaned.

  He kept that pace as his mouth suckled at her throat. Her clit throbbed. He shifted his arm down her body, pressed his hand between her thighs, and found that needy spot to rub.

  She moaned louder, eyes closed, and felt a building inside her that grew and grew, until another climax exploded through her body.

  Trayis snarled as he came so hard, it damn near hurt. He was pretty sure he now understood the term “busting a nut.” In his case, it felt like both had ruptured.

  He withdrew his fangs and licked Shay’s neck where he’d bitten her. She panted in his arms as he kept her tight against him, his body curled around hers to prevent her from struggling if the urge struck.

  He had to catch his own breath as he tried to calm himself over what just happened.

  She’d been a virgin. He was pissed she hadn’t told him. The assumption that she’d been fucked before had been a given, considering her attractive looks and the conversation they’d had. Not once had he suspected. He also wanted to kick his own ass for what he’d had to do, once he realized how much pain he’d caused.

  “Shay?”

  She turned her head and peered at him with those light brown doe eyes of hers. He inwardly cursed, seeing her dilated pupils. His Vampire traits had done that to her. It was a blessing and a curse. He’d stopped her from hurting, but he’d also effectively drugged her.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  She released his arm and reached up, gently stroking his jaw. “I wanted you.” A yawn widened her mouth, and her eyes closed.

  Her hand fell away from him as she passed out cold.

  “Fuck.” She was a little thing, and he’d taken blood from her. Probably too much. He gently shifted her on the bed and withdrew from her body. He looked down, seeing blood on the condom. “Damn it.”

  He focused on her heartbeat, listening to it closely. It was slow and steady, but strong.

  He got off the bed and stormed into the bathroom, disposing of the condom in the trash. Blood turned his fingers red from removing it. He washed them, wet a hand towel with warm water, and returned to the bed.

  “Arlis is going to want to kill me.” He gently rolled Shay onto her back and spread her legs, cleaning her with care. “You should have told me, Shay. Hell, warned me.”

  He pulled back the covers on one side, lifted her, and placed her upon his sheets. They were black, and her pale skin and dark blonde hair were such a contrast against the bedding, she seemed even more fragile.

  He wanted to throw back his head and roar in anger.

  Instead, he forced himself to calm. Shay was fine. He’d taken blood but not too much. It didn’t matter if she still bled a little from the sex. It wasn’t enough to cause her harm. He tucked the covers over her and backed away, staring at her sleeping form.

  His little brother would lose his shit once he found out Trayis had taken Shay’s innocence. He was still stunned she’d been a virgin. What in the hell was wrong with the pack males? Shay might be mostly human, but were they all blind? Stupid? She was attractive, with a killer, compact body. More than that, she had a gentle personality and a sweetness to her.

  In his clan, the men would have been fighting to seduce her into their beds. She’d have had her pick of any single man she wanted.

  How has she remained a virgin? And why did she want me?

  He wanted to ask, but she slept on.

  He rose to his feet and walked into the kitchen area, yanked open the fridge, and grabbed a beer. He twisted the cap off and took a long drink, closing his eyes. A vibrating noise caught his attention, and he returned to the bedroom, bent, and snagged his jeans off the floor. He removed his cell, seeing that he had two missed recent calls. They must have come in while he’d been fucking Shay.

  He tossed his jeans back on the floor and returned to the kitchen.

  “Fuck. And it gets better.” He decided to return Wen’s call first.

  “Hey, how cute is the new baby? Or is it ugly?”

  “You’re talking about my nephew, asshole.”

  Wen chuckled. “You’re in a bad mood.”

  “You have no idea. Is something wrong there?”

  “No. I hadn’t heard from you all day. I was checking in, fearless leader.”

  “Things are complicated.”

  Wen’s tone became more serious. “Problems with the pack? Do you need reinforcements? Is someone fucking with your brother, since his focus is on his new son? Is another pack thinking about a territory war?”

  “It’s nothing like that. Don’t send anyone. It’s not that kind of problem.”

  “You sound stressed. What’s up?”

  He hesitated.

  “You’re worrying me.”

  “It involves a woman.”

  “Oh.” Wen paused. “Do you want me to get Gerri?”

  “I don’t need advice from your mate, and I sure as hell don’t want anyone to know about this.”
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br />   “Hang on.” Seconds ticked by and a door closed. “I’m in your office now. No one can hear me. What’s going on?”

  “I fucked up.” Trayis ran his fingers through his hair. “Now I have to figure out how to fix it.”

  “You pissed off your brother’s mate? So the kid really is ugly, and you said something? Made a face of disgust that insulted her? I think all babies look like aliens at first, but they get cuter as they grow. Their twins are proof of that.”

  He sighed. “I fucked a virgin.”

  Wen laughed.

  Trayis ground his teeth together. “Knock it off.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m sure it wasn’t your first time popping someone’s cherry. Why are you upset? Oh shit—how old is she? I know you don’t go for the young ones, but some girls these days look far older than they really are.”

  “She’s an adult. End that train of thought. She’s a half-breed who lives with the pack.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “She chose me.”

  “And?”

  “Why me?”

  “Why don’t you ask her?”

  “She’s currently passed out in my bed.” He stared down the hallway. “She was in pain. I panicked and bit her.”

  Wen gasped. “Did you mate her?”

  “No. The blood exchange only went one way.”

  He sighed. “Then it’s all good.”

  “Nothing about this is good.”

  “Trayis, I don’t understand the problem. We’ve all basically popped someone’s cherry. Hell, we were all virgins at one point. Then we weren’t. No big deal. Women are attracted to you.” He paused. “You think she’s a status hunter or something, will maybe use this to try to guilt you into mating her?”

  “I don’t know. My brother isn’t going to take this well, though, when he finds out. She works for him, and I get the impression he looks out for her because she’s one of his weakest members.”

  “She’s an adult and she climbed into bed with you. I know you, man. You didn’t pressure her into anything. Women fall all over themselves, coming on to you. And you always turn them away…but not this one. I’ll assume she’s pretty hot?”

  “She is.”