Shrugging, she pretended as if it didn’t bother her. “Don’t worry about it. It was only sex, Roi. Nothing more. At least we didn’t actually make the union binding in accordance to shifter law. I know a few people who can get this thing between us taken care of. We didn’t bite each other during sex so we’re good.” With that, she strolled past him and headed for his kitchen.
* * * *
It was only sex, Roi. Nothing more. We didn’t bite each, so we’re good.
Missy’s words played in his head over and over again, each time stinging worse than the time before. Roi wanted to bash his head against the wall several hundred times out of frustration for opening his mouth and saying something so thoughtless. Missy was his world and here he was throwing all his past conquests in her face. She’d feared that she’d be just another notch in his bedpost and so far he hadn’t proven to her that she was anything but that.
“Missy, I really am sorry about that comment. I didn’t mean it the way it came out. I…”
She put her hand up, flashing him a less than friendly smile. “Its fine, Roi, honest.”
Every lycan sense in him went off. She was lying and he couldn’t even blame her. If positions were reversed he’d be livid and ready to shoot someone already. Considering he was still alive and Missy wasn’t as of yet pointing a weapon at him, he thought she was handling it remarkably well.
I’m such an ass.
“Can’t argue with that,” Missy said softly.
She’d done it again. She’d read his thoughts without knowing it. A smile played across his face and he did his best to hide it. Missy was his mate in every sense of the word, only she didn’t understand that yet, but she would--he’d see to that.
He went to the freezer and pulled out a container of frozen, homemade spaghetti sauce and a package of chicken parmesan. It was hard to keep anything at the safe house for too long without freezing it and since he was never sure when he’d get a chance to stay at the cabin, he often prepared large amounts of food, then divided it up to freeze.
Opening the cabinet, he grabbed a box of noodles. Missy snorted and he gave her a questioning look. “What’s funny?”
“I never pictured you for a cook, that’s all. I guess it comes in handy though. ‘Always good to feed ‘em after you fuck ‘em.’ Great motto to live by. I bet it gets you out of jail free on the ‘having to talk to them again thing,’ doesn’t it? I have to admit to being one of those kind of gals who likes to be fed after she’s been fucked, so I can’t fault you for proposing it. Wish more of the men I fuck would be so considerate. Though, some men in particular are prone to making breakfast, lunch and dinner. Of course, I earned it.”
Roi clenched his fists in rage, accidentally popping the container of sauce open. Lucky for him it was frozen or he’d have had a volcanic eruption and a heck of a mess to clean up.
“You all right there? Need some help?” Missy asked, her voice so sugary sweet that he cringed. “Was it something I said?”
“Let me guess, Eadan is one of the men who cooks for you.”
Missy shrugged. “I didn’t ask you for names, darling. And you should feel honored. You are one of two men that I stuck around long enough after fucking to bother having this conversation. Men are good for so many things. Talking is not one of them. But dangle home cooked food in front of my face and I’m all yours.”
“Touché,” he whispered. She was definitely the feistiest woman he’d ever been with and the fact that she was his one true mate seemed fitting. He deserved someone who was more than capable of keeping him on his toes. Missy was certainly qualified for the job.
Her comment about wishing the other men she slept with would cook for her too made his teeth grate. He wanted to put his fist through the wall, right after he found Eadan and ripped his throat out. She must have felt the same way when he’d referred to loving to cook for the women who stayed over, and his insensitive slip of one of his notorious catch phrases had to have been hard on her.
God, I’m the stupidest person I know. Could I be a bigger jackass?
“How do I answer that and not sound nasty? I’m guessing you were hoping for a pep squad to come to your aid. You won’t find one here though I’m guessing you have one or two listed in a black book somewhere.”
Roi glanced over at his mate and laughed. “I do not have a black book.”
“Ah, then a photographic memory. Even better.” A slow smile spread over her beautiful face. “I’ll get the phone book and we can try to figure out if we have both sexes covered. You can memorize the numbers of the girls you haven’t been with. It will take less time.”
Roi couldn’t help but love her more as she let him have it. She was so tiny, so petite next to him yet she never once backed down. They couldn’t have made a more perfect match if they tried. “I’m sorry, baby. And, trust me when I say that I’m not one who’s predisposed to apologies. I’m not joking when I say that the majority of the apologies in my life have occurred because Lukian had a gun to my back.”
Winking at him, she laughed. The sultry sound of her voice made his cock twitch to life again. “I know--that’s why I enjoy hearing you say it. Now, say it again.”
“Sorry,” he said, reaching for her.
“Again.”
Roi pulled her against his chest and kissed the top of her head lightly. “Sorry.”
“Again.”
“Missy,” he pleaded.
“No, sweetie, you are not done yet. You need to wear a shirt that says just how sorry you are. You do seem to have issues putting your foot in your mouth. Now, apologize again.” The second she narrowed her brown eyes on him, his heart fluttered.
She ran her fingernails down his lower back and cupped his ass cheeks. His cock responded fiercely and damn near ripped through his pajama bottoms. “Ahh, I’m sorry.”
“How sorry?” she asked, sliding her hands around his hips and running them over the length of his swollen clothed shaft.
His knees buckled and he had to grab the countertop for support. “Ahh, really, really … oh … sorry.”
“Feed me and I’ll let you make it up to me later.”
“I’ll feed you but I’m afraid I’ve got a problem that needs taken care of first.”
Missy quirked an eyebrow and ran her hand along the edge of his jaw. Her touch felt so good, so right. “Aw, do you have a little problem that needs my attention?”
“Little?” He chuckled hard. “Missy doll, there is nothing little about me and I think you know that.”
Her gaze slid down his body, scorching him as it went, until it settled on his groin. Glancing down, he noticed that he now sported a rather interesting “tent” in the front of his flannel bottoms.
“See what you do to me, woman.”
Grabbing the waist of his bottoms, Missy yanked them down, freeing his ruddy cock. It bobbed obscenely and she wrapped her fingers around as much as she could. Roi jerked, the sensation of her tiny fingers clasping him was almost too much--yet not nearly enough.
With a growl, he picked her up and tossed her onto the countertop. Ripping the T-shirt she wore down the center, he cupped her smooth mound and clamped his mouth down onto hers. The taste of her mouth made him moan and want to drive himself into her but he’d already taken her enough. She needed attention and he’d be damned if she got it anywhere else.
He broke their kiss long enough to whisper to her, “How’s about a little bud rubbin’?”
Missy looked perplexed. “Bud rubbin’? Dare I ask?”
Roi licked the edge of her ear and laughed softly as she shivered. “How’s about I just show you?”
Gently, he inserted his index finger into her hot pussy and began rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb. Missy wiggled under the weight of his touch and fought to get down. “Mmm, bud rubbin.’ What do you think?”
“Ahh, Roi, please … more,” she panted, clutching the backs of his arms. At first she kept trying to get down before finally settling in and mo
ving her hips against his hand.
“That’s it, Missy. Come on my fingers. Soak my hand, baby, soak it.”
She tossed her head back and Roi took that opportunity to go for her neck. First, he simply planted chaste kisses on her smooth skin, but the wolf within wanted more and it was tired of taking a back seat to the man. His mouth burned and the change was on him before he could control it. As his incisors lengthened, he waged an inner war, wanting to break away from Missy to avoid hurting her, but being powerless to the beast within. The wolf was strong.
“Roi, yes … yes,” Missy cried out, squirming on the counter enough to drive his finger all the way into her pussy.
“So, fucking hot, Mis, so fucking tight.” He ground each word out, doing his best to enunciate through his now shifted mouth.
She grabbed hold of him, lifting herself off the counter and clinging to him as he continued to tweak her swollen bud. “I’m coming, Roi, I’m coming!”
Claim her!
“Yes, yes, claim me … claim me, fuck me, make me yours,” Missy said, her head still thrown back and her body permeating a cream that smelled better than anything he’d ever known in his life.
It was too much. Hearing Missy begging him to take her and fuck her did it. Moving forward, he aligned the head of his cock with her saturated opening and thrust into her with enough force that she hit her head on the cabinet. The man in him felt bad, the wolf didn’t seem to mind. Unable to fight the predator within any longer, Roi opened his mouth wide and clamped down on Missy’s shoulder as he continued to pump the full length of his shaft into her little body.
Missy screamed out and tried to push him away. He didn’t release his jaws--couldn’t release them. The wolf needed to taste her blood, her flesh, while the man deposited his seed within her. There could be no question as to whom she belonged to. She would forever be both the wolf’s and the man’s--she’d be Roi’s.
“Stop Roi! We can’t undo this!” Missy cupped his face in her hands and pushed on him.
Roi couldn’t stop--not until the wolf was sated. He didn’t want to stop. She was his and he’d be damned if he let her “fix things by doing away with their bond.” The only thing he could do was give her as much pleasure as possible to lessen the effects of his bite.
Reaching down, he rolled her erect nipple between his fingers. She moaned out as he continued to fuck her madly, wildly. Her fingers went to his hair as she held tight to him and gasped between thrusts. Tiny animal noises came from them both. Missy wrapped her legs tight around his waist and clung to him as he surged into her. This was raw, carnal and exactly what the beast within him demanded.
With each sway of his hips, his legs tightened and his cock burned for more. Missy obliged by coming hard on him. Her pussy quaked and clenched down around his dick like a clamp. It was too much. The taste of her sweet blood flowing down his throat, the smell of her sex, the feel of her hot channel, the amount of power he held over her and how much he loved her. It was all too much. Roi came fast and furiously into her womb in spurts that caused his legs to shake.
“More,” she murmured.
His body responded by not letting his cock settle, even with its massive release. Instead, he continued to come in waves, soaking her, drenching her with his essence, his come, his seed.
“Mine,” he growled out. “Mine.”
Doing his best to cage the beast, Roi managed to get his mouth to shift back into human form before looking at Missy. She stared up at him with satisfied heavy lids.
Her gaze met his and her brow creased. Quickly, her eyes widened and she grabbed her neck. “You bit me. You fucking bit me!”
It was then that Roi saw the blood on her hand, her neck and torn open shirt. He didn’t see an open wound but there was enough blood to indicate he’d not been gentle with her. He’d been every bit as savage as he was capable of being. He’d hurt his wife. He’d hurt Missy. That was not acceptable.
Oh, God, what have I done?
Chapter Eleven
A soft rapping at the bathroom door signified that Roi was still standing there. Missy scooted further into the corner and brought her knees tighter to her chest. The bathroom was the only place she could think to run to after what had happened in the kitchen.
How in hell did we get to that point? I told him it was a good thing we hadn’t taken that next step. He didn’t listen.
One minute her feelings were hurt because Roi had thrown his endless stream of other women in her face and the next she was getting some of the greatest sex of her life--well, right up until the point that Roi sunk his teeth into her and wouldn’t let go.
“Melissa?”
“Go away, Roi.”
He sighed. “I can’t do that, baby. I’m your…”
Letting out a soft laugh, Missy toyed with the silver waste paper basket and smiled at the irony of a werewolf having an affinity for silver. “I know what you are now, Roi. I understand that you are technically my husband. I get how this works better than you think. I understand that this union can’t be broken if you truly are who you think you are. And I also understand that if you’re not my true mate then I can walk away and never look back.”
“Is that what you want, Melissa?” he asked, no trace of anger in his voice. “I’ll understand. I should have been able to control my beast. I shouldn’t have caused you pain or…”
“Shh, Roi, don’t. I’m fine. Upset but not hurt.”
She could sense the relief he was emanating through the bathroom door. “Thank God,” he whispered, so low she barely heard it.
Missy snorted. “If you bring me a shirt to cover up with, I’ll let you pull up a spot on the bathroom floor next to me. I can’t promise to be nice to you.”
She wasn’t concerned about Roi’s bite. She healed that quickly. No, she had bigger issues to cover with him. Things that should have been discussed long before he took her as his wife at all. How she’d not only let things get to this point, but encouraged them was beyond her.
“It’s a deal.”
Missy stood slowly and made her way to the bathroom door. Unlocking it, she opened it slowly for Roi. He was before her in a flash. Her brow furrowed as she took in the scent of something wonderful. “Mmm, what smells good?”
Roi didn’t move to touch her but she got the sense he wanted to. He held up a black button up cotton shirt. A slow, lazy grin came over him. “I was sort of worried and needed to channel the energy. I’d have normally gone for a run but I didn’t want to leave you so I…”
Sliding her arms into his shirt, she couldn’t help but laugh as it dwarfed her. “You’re huge.”
A manly chuckle came from him. “Thanks.”
Missy buttoned the shirt slowly as she stared up at Roi. He was so gorgeous. Men weren’t supposed to look that good, be that perfect or make her feel so much. Reaching up, she stroked his stubble covered jaw line and tipped her head to the side. “Roi….”
“Missy, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I mean, I do know but I’m … umm … I understand why I couldn’t fight it.” He placed his hands on her hips and tipped his head down.
“Geoffroi, I understand why. I have to admit that it would have been nice if I’d have known ahead of time. I could have talked you out of it.”
Sighing, he nodded. “I’m married to a woman who doesn’t want me. Yeah, those fates are having a fucking field day with me right now. At the rate I’m going you’ll tell me you’re pregnant and then ban me from being around you or our child.”
It was Missy’s turn to sigh. “Geoffroi, honey, that’s part of what I would have used to talk you out of wanting to tie yourself to me.”
Taking her hand in his, Roi stared down at her with large blue eyes. Instantly, Missy melted. “Doll, there is nothing that you can tell me that would have talked me out of fully mating with you.”
“Roi.” Missy bit her lip and tried to hold back tears. “I can’t give you children.”
“We’ll adopt when
we’re ready.”
Missy stared up at him with wide eyes. “That’s fine with you?”
“Of course it’s fine by me.” He took her hand from his cheek and kissed it gently. “Melissa, I can’t tell you the number of children we’ve seen abandoned or mistreated by the things we hunt down. We made sure that they went somewhere they’d be safe and cared for. I have no problem with opening our home to them. They’re like us--they aren’t human and can’t be allowed to grow up with humans.”
“I know the lengths you go to in order to see children are safe, Roi. Trust me, I know.”
“How do know, Missy? Can you tell me now?” He pulled her close to him and stared down at her. “We’re together from now until eternity. I’d like to know my wife better.”
“Did you cook?” she asked, hoping beyond hopes to get off the topic for a minute.
“Yes, you said you were hungry. Would you like to talk about it while we eat?”
Why? You won’t believe a damn word I say.
“Try me, sweetie. You may be surprised what I’m willing to buy into when it comes to you.”
Missy cast him a hard look. “Please stop reading me. I’m not comfortable with that. Most men who try to do that to me have one thing on their mind.”
Roi snickered and rocked her back and forth. “I understand why they think of that while they’re around you but I should warn you that if they dare try to act out one of their fantasies, I will kill them.”
“Roi.” Missy stepped into him more, wanting to be close to him. “The men don’t have that on their mind. Well, not in the way that would leave me a willing participant. They have far worse planned when they’re trying to read me.”
He stiffened. “Melissa, I’ve been as understanding as I can be up to this point but if what I think you are hinting at is true then you need to come clean with me now. You can tell me the truth. I won’t lie and tell you that I’ll take the news of you working for the other side well but we’ll get through it. You’ll stop and I’ll see to it that PSI leaves you alone.”
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