by Lacey Thorn
His fingers glided over my sex, spreading me. His tongue followed behind, pausing at my clitoris and rubbing over it.
“Please,” I begged, lifting my hips.
He wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking as he slid two fingers deep within me. He pumped those fingers, working me into a state of frenzy then bit lightly on my clit, sending me flying into orgasm. He pulled free and moved his mouth down until he was thrusting his tongue into me, tasting my pleasure, flinging me higher.
“Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Cyan!”
I wanted to reach for him, to feel his body weighing me down. As if he sensed it or needed the same, he stood, ripping his jeans wide, freeing his erection and bringing it to where I still pulsed with pleasure. He fed the length into me, pushing hard and deep. He grabbed my legs, helping me wrap them around him then bent over me, treating each breast to a sucking kiss before zeroing in on my lips.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled then plunged his tongue into my mouth.
He rode me hard, and I reveled in every fierce possession. He owned me in that moment, and we both knew it. My nails scored his shoulders, my heels pressing into the small of his back as he pounded my sex. I came again, shuddering under him.
“That’s it, baby. Drown my cock. Squeeze it. Let me see how good I make you feel. I can still taste you on my tongue.” He licked his lips. “Like the sweetest ambrosia I’ve ever found. Your pussy’s my favorite treat, and I’m a glutton when it comes to eating what I love.” He slammed deep, his groin pressing tightly against mine. “I’m going to come. Going to fill you up with me. I’m going to pull my dick out and coat you in my cream. Rub it in your skin.”
His words painted erotic pictures. Pictures I liked. Pictures I wanted.
“Yeah, you like that,” he crooned. “I can feel how much my words excite you.”
I pulled my head up, nipping his jaw. “Do it,” I challenged.
He stood up, sliding his palms under my ass and holding me up. He took me harder, faster, growls rumbling from his chest. I lay flat, watching his face as he worked his way to orgasm. He brought his thumb to his mouth, sucked it then reached down where we were joined and pressed on my clitoris. I came again, clamping down on his pistoning cock and milking it.
He came with a roar, flooding me with his semen. True to his promise, he pulled out, gripping the shaft with his palm and jerking the rest of his release over my belly and thighs. When he was empty, he braced his palms outside my hips on the table.
“Christ, woman. The things you do to me.”
“That was all you,” I countered. He’d thoroughly ravaged me, and I’d enjoyed every moment of it. I’d gone from virgin to wanton in one fell swoop. I slid my eyelids closed, trembling in the aftermath.
Sex. I more than enjoyed it. I was already anticipating the next time he’d take me, possess me. I wanted to ride him. I wanted him to take me from behind. I wanted to take him in my mouth and suck every drop of pleasure from him as he had me. I wanted it all, and the wanting terrified me.
Cyan straightened, tucking his cock back in his jeans but leaving them unzipped and open. He picked me up, lifting me against his chest and heading back toward my bedroom.
“I need a nap,” he vowed with a groan.
“Mmm,” I agreed. I also needed a shower, but it would take me a little longer before my legs were ready to work.
He placed me gently on the bed then moved to my bathroom. I heard him running water, heard the flush of the toilet and swore I’d open my eyes any minute and head that way. The next thing I felt was a warm cloth running over my skin. I blinked my heavy eyelids open and watched Cyan clean his seed off my skin. He tossed the washcloth aside then lifted me again, jerked the covers back and slid us both underneath.
I tried to put some distance between us, rolling onto my side, facing away from him, but he followed me, pressing his bare skin against my back. One arm slid under my pillow while the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me more snugly against him. He placed a kiss against the back of head, gave a sigh and settled into the bed. I needed to think, to figure out what was happening, but exhaustion crashed over me.
When we awoke, we took a long leisurely shower together, and Cyan made love to me again against the slick tile. I was ready to crawl back in bed with him, but he insisted we were going out. I threw on my favorite pair of skinny jeans with boots and an off-the-shoulder peasant top. Cyan whistled when I joined him, and I did a doubletake at his change of clothes.
“When did you go out for those?”
“I had one of the pack drop off a bag for me,” he said, snagging my hand and pulling me to him.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked as he shepherded me out of the house toward his SUV.
“An out-of-the-way place we found when we first arrived in the area. We’ve pretty much taken it over now.”
I knew by “we” he meant the James pack. We made small talk the whole way there, with him telling me stories about everyone in his pack. I shared stories of growing up with Raina and Rowan, of when Jasmine was born, of going to school while having a newborn baby to take care of. I almost asked if he wanted children but stopped myself in time. That was a question for his mate to ask him, and as much as I craved him, as hard as I was falling for him, I still feared my inability to be the mate he deserved.
The music was loud when we stepped inside the bar, the dance floor already packed. I was practically vibrating as the bass hit me, seeming to travel from the floor into my body. A woman with long, dark hair and pale-blue eyes seemed to practically skip across the room toward us.
“You must be Ivy,” she enthused, lifting on her toes to plant a kiss on Cyan’s jaw. “I was hoping for a chance to meet you. We’re going to be the best of friends.”
I barely held back my growl. My claws wanted to come out and gouge the woman’s lips off. I glanced at Cyan then back at the other woman. Who was she? And why the hell was she acting so chummy with Cyan?
“This dynamo is Belinda James—”
“Bee,” she interrupted.
“Bas’ younger sister,” Cyan continued.
“Come dance with me,” she urged, grabbing my hand and tugging me toward the crowded floor. I glanced back at Cyan, unsure what to do. I was good with getting her away from him, though.
“Go,” Cyan urged, patting my hip. “I’ll snag drinks and a table. Beer?”
I nodded.
“Me, too,” Bee said. “And get us a bottle of tequila and some shot glasses.” She glanced at me. “You look like a tequila woman to me.”
Bee was grinning and tugging, and I quickly found myself in the middle of the crush of bodies. Something about her drew people’s attention. I watched as some of the men eyed her, but I noticed they all kept their distance. I assumed it had a lot to do with who her older brother was. She had an exotic look to her. It was the eyes, so pale a blue they appeared to glow.
“I’m ready for a drink,” I called to Bee as one song ended and the next began.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she cried, grabbing my hand and tugging me along with her again. “I didn’t mean to keep you from your mate for so long.”
I shook my head. “We’re not mates.”
She laughed. “Of course, you are. Everyone can see that.”
“No, we’re not,” I emphasized.
She stopped and gave me a curious look. I swear it was as if she were trying to see inside my head.
“What is it?” she asked, but I wasn’t sure if she was questioning me or herself. “It’s not the old alpha. Despite what some think, you weren’t in love with him.”
“Rowan was family, just as Raina is.”
She grinned. “I’ve met Raina. She’s going to keep my brother on his toes. He couldn’t have found a woman more perfect for him.”
“She’s a hell of a woman,” I agreed.
“So are you. What is it you’re so afraid of?”
“Nothing,” I snapped. This woman was all over the place.
I glanced to where I knew Cyan was. I was hyperaware of him, as if an invisible cord linked us. He was talking with a couple of other guys. My pulse immediately accelerated as I took him in. The man was eye candy. Big, buff, and bronzed. I wanted his hands on me, his lips trailing across my skin, his sex deep and heavy in mine.
“Anthony is looking incredibly sexy tonight,” Bee commented.
“Who?” I asked, not really caring as I caressed Cyan with my gaze.
“Ah, then, you must be staring at Donovan with that lusty look in your eyes. I hear he’s a fantastic lover.”
That snapped my attention back to her. “Why would I care what kind of lover he is?”
She shrugged. “You said you weren’t Cyan’s mate. I thought you might be interested in one of the others. Honestly, you could pick any guy here to take you home tonight.”
“I came here with Cyan. I’ll be leaving with him.” I knew anger had darkened my eyes and didn’t care. “What are you playing at, Bee?” Then it hit me. “Are you interested in Cyan?”
“I adore Cyan, but he’s not meant to belong to me. That honor is reserved for another. I’m just waiting for him to find me.”
“I…” I paused. I had no clue what to say to that. Once again, she’d managed to jumble my thoughts.
“Nothing against your family, but I’m glad to see you’re not like your mother.”
“What? How do you know about my mother?” I threw a glare toward Cyan.
“Cyan hasn’t said anything,” Bee offered. “I know because I made it my business to know. My brother hasn’t had an easy life, and some of that is my fault.”
Her brother. The new alpha, Bastion James.
“When your elders first contacted us about the Rigton wolves joining our pack, I began learning everything I could about all your members. I was worried when Simon said Cyan was with you. Cyan deserves better than a woman who would flit from male to male. But you’re not like her.”
“You don’t know me,” I growled and noticed several males staring our way. I didn’t care. She’d zeroed in on my biggest fear and poked at it.
“I know you better than you think,” Bee countered. “It’s my blessing and my curse.”
There she went with those ambiguous statements again.
“You enjoy pleasure, but you’re not ruled by it. I pointed out two of the pack’s sexiest males, and I bet you still have no clue who they are…because you don’t see them. You only see Cyan.”
I quickly looked around, trying to place the men she’d mentioned earlier. Anthony and Donovan? But no matter how hard I tried, my gaze always pulled back to Cyan. Bee was right. I hadn’t noticed anyone else in the room other than in a cursory way.
“I also noted that every time one of the guys on the dance floor got a little too close to you, you moved away. Not exactly the actions of a woman on the prowl for another lover.”
I blinked with surprise. I hadn’t realized I’d done that, but now that she’d pointed it out… I had. I took a closer look at the other people in the bar, forcing my gaze away from Cyan. I immediately zoned in on the two men with him. Anthony and Donavan? Had to be. They were attractive, but neither held a candle to Cyan.
I looked back toward the dance floor and the men there and felt…nothing. No interest. Normally, I’d still be out there gyrating to the music amidst the crowd, ignoring the crush of male bodies around me, into me. That had all changed.
I glanced back at Cyan, enthralled as he threw back his head and laughed at something being said to him. I wasn’t interested in anyone else in the room. Only Cyan. Holy shit!
“Plus, I’m pretty sure there was jealousy in your voice when you thought I might be interested in Cyan for myself. Which I’m not,” Bee added when my gaze flipped back to her. She grinned at me. “Don’t panic, Ivy, but I’m pretty confident you and Cyan are mates. And I’m never wrong.”
Bee would take some getting used to, but I felt the truth of her words settle inside me. I wasn’t my mother. I. Wasn’t. My. Mother.
Cyan was mine. My gaze slid back to center on him.
Mate.
Chapter Nine
~ Cyan ~
“I wish a woman would look at me the way that one can’t keep her eyes off you,” Anthony murmured, and I turned to see Ivy staring my way.
My mate was a vision. She stole my breath from across the room. It took all I had to remain where I was and not cross the distance, toss her over my shoulder and make a quick exit just as I had the first time I’d seen her. All I’d thought about since we’d left her bed earlier was getting her back in it.
“You’ve had plenty of women undress you with their eyes,” Donovan pointed out to Anthony, but I noticed his gaze was glued to my Ivy, as well. A growl rumbled up from my chest, and both men laughed.
“She’s not just undressing him,” Anthony said. “She’s practically branding him.”
I smiled. I’d like that. Wearing her brand. I ran my fingers over the spot where she’d bitten me. I wanted to feel those sharp teeth on my skin right now. I wanted her. And for more than a few days. I wanted her for the rest of our lives. I needed her to want it, too.
I forced my gaze away from her. “As I was saying, keep your eyes out for trouble on the off chance we missed a few more assholes unhappy with us taking over the Rigton pack.”
“We’ve got this,” Donovan assured me. “Besides—”
“Heads up, Cyan,” Anthony called.
I snapped my head up in time to see Ivy heading my way. No, stalking my way. I pushed the chair back, standing just as she launched herself at me. I snagged her easily out of the air, groaning as she wrapped around me like the clinging vine I’d vowed she’d be. My hands cupped the lush curves of her ass as her arms tightened around my neck, her fingers sliding into my hair.
“Good to know dancing turns you on,” I murmured in her ear, slicking the lobe with my tongue before nipping it with my teeth.
“You turn me on,” she countered then tacked on another word. One that stopped my heart before sending it into a frantic beating. “Mate.”
I pulled back my head, meeting her gaze with questioning eyes.
“You’re mine, Cyan. All mine. Now, why don’t you go all caveman on me and cart me out of here so we can spend the rest of the night making love.”
I grinned. Couldn’t have stopped it for the world. “Say it again.”
She leaned in and caught my bottom lip with her teeth before licking over it. She nuzzled her way along my jaw to my ear before I could capture her mouth with mine. Then she whispered to me, “Mate.”
“I’m holding you to that,” I vowed.
“As long as you’re holding me.”
I lifted her up enough to sink a hand in my pocket so I could drop some bills on the table, though other than a few sips from me our drinks hadn’t been touched.
I boosted her over my shoulder, and Ivy gave a shriek before bursting into laughter. I gave her ass a tap before rubbing it and leaving my hand on her sweet curves. Anchoring my other hand around her legs, I took off for the door. By the time I had her to the SUV, she had her arms wrapped around my waist and was fondling my dick through my jeans.
“Ivy,” I growled, and she laughed again. “Wait ‘til we get back to your house.”
“No. It’s too far. I want you now.”
I groaned, ripping the passenger door open and working to unwrap her so I could deposit her on the seat.
“Behave,” I warned then shut her in and headed around the hood. I had just enough time to slide into the driver’s seat when Ivy hopped into my lap.
“Push back the seat.”
The woman was naked from the waist down and already working on my pants. There was no way I wasn’t getting onboard. I complied, pushing my seat back as far as it would go then reclining it, as well.
“Lift up,” she panted, jerking at my jeans.
I helped her, moving just enough for us to push them down out of the way. Then she slid her palm alon
g the length of my cock, her thumb slicking my pre-cum over the head. She leaned in, claimed my mouth, lifted her hips, and took me fully inside her with one slow glide.
Her palms skimmed under my shirt, rubbing across my chest, nails scraping over my nipples. I shuddered under her, forcing my cock even deeper and drawing groans from both of us.
“Let me,” Ivy pleaded when I started to thrust up into her.
I fought my need to power into her, letting her have complete control of the pace and rhythm. Instead, I let my gaze drop to her chest. I tugged her shirt up over her breasts, unsnapped the front clasp on her bra, and filled my palms with the lush mounds. Her moans intoxicated me. I leaned in, closed my lips around one tight nipple and sucked hard, plucking the other with my fingers.
Ivy made throaty sounds that had me fighting to keep from coming right then. She reached behind her, arching her breasts closer to my mouth. Her fingers gripped my thighs just above my knees, and she rode me faster. I lifted one hand to her mouth, slipping my thumb between her lips. She immediately sucked on it, which had my dick twitching inside her.
“Not yet,” I muttered, pulling the digit free. Then holding her gaze, I slipped my hand down between our bodies, zeroing in on her clitoris and pressing.
Ivy mewled, lifting and rising on me in utter abandonment. I’d carry this vision of her for the rest of my life. The way her hair tumbled around us. Her deep, chocolate-brown eyes half concealed by her eyelids. The rise of color suffusing her face. The lush mounds of her breasts topped with cherry-red nipples. The way her mouth was slightly open as she panted. She stole my breath.
“Now, baby,” I encouraged her. “Come all over my dick. Use me for your pleasure.”
She wrenched her hands up, slamming them against the ceiling of the vehicle. “Yes! Oh, God! Cyan! Yes!”
“So beautiful, baby. Ride that dick. Make it come.” I gripped her hips then and held her in place while I pounded up into her.
“Cyan!” she screamed as she came. Her pussy milked my dick, squeezing and releasing until I was joining her with a roar of my own.