by Briers, M L
He released her hands and let his weight fall on his elbows. As soon as he could move he would. But right now, he didn’t stand a hope in hells chance of going anywhere.
Shannon reached for him, wrapped her fist around the base of his half mast, as her tongue teased and tasted the length of him, playing over the sensitive ridge as he jerked in her hand. Damn, if he wasn’t hard again, he growled his need to be buried within her, and yanked his penis out of her mouth with a wet pop.
Climbing back down her body he nudged her thighs apart. His dark eyes locked onto hers as she lifted her hips towards him, aching to feel him inside her.
“You’re going to be the death of me aren’t you?” He growled on a devilish grin as he rocked back on his knees and lifted her hips from the bed, positioning himself against her wet channel, and she gave him a mischievous grin.
“Would it be so bad to die like this?”
Lucas knew she had been watching him claim her with his mouth and he wanted to see if she liked watching him take her deeply with his shaft.
“Like this, yes…” He thrust himself deep into her channel and her inner muscles convulsed around him. “Like this, buried inside you, no sweetheart. I’d happily die like this.”
Shannon dropped her eyes to his shaft. Still over half of him hadn’t entered her yet and yet she felt so full of him, her walls stretched to sheath him like a satin glove.
When he pulled back to thrust within her again, she moaned with the pleasure of her body and that of her eyes. He was almost there, buried within her, but she wasn’t sure if she could take the rest of him. She was already tighter than she had ever been, fuller than she had ever felt, and when he pulled back and thrust to the hilt, her eyes rolled closed and she savoured the nudge of his penis against her womb.
“Jesus sweetheart, you’re so tight…” Lucas growled, taking a long moment for her body to accept and stretch around him, and for him to make sure that tingling in his spine did not manifest into a full blown orgasm.
“Move, Lucas, please…” He saw her lashes flutter open. Saw her eyes travel to the place where they were joined, and pulled slowly out to the tip. He saw her pink tongue come out and lick over her lips and his hips took on a mind of their own. He thrust back into her to the hilt.
Her inner muscles clamped around him with every deep thrust he made inside her body, until neither of them could take it anymore. He raised her up higher in the bed, her legs locked around his hips and he pumped into her until she cried out with the release that washed through her.
The feel of her inner muscles massaging his shaft gave him little option. He was going to come if she kept doing that. He wanted to hammer into her and take his pleasure, and yet he wanted to be buried within her for the rest of the day.
He pulled out to the edge of her core, waited until she recovered herself enough for her eyes to open to him and then took a long slow slide back into her still pulsing core. This was heaven, his heaven, and he would fight to protect it.
“You didn’t mark me.” She went to reach for her neck, but he snagged her wrist, and then found the other. Pushing her hands down against the bed he slowly pushed her arms over her head, catching them under one large hand and holding her in place.
“That’s because we haven’t finished yet.” He lowered himself between her thighs, pinning her with his hips and started a slow rhythm within her. His gaze kept hers as he watched everything she was feeling right there in her eyes and on her face.
He was in no rush to mark her, to claim her as his, she already was. Instead he slowly built her back up with long slow strokes that had her hips reaching for his with every forward thrust. His thumb and finger tweaking and tugging on her breast until he felt her start to squirm beneath him.
He increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, taking her only as far as that little bunch of nerves within her, noting how her breath started to hitch as he brushed back and forth over the spot. He lifted his hips and found her nub, using her own juices to make it wet, he spun his fingers over the sensitive flesh until she pulled at the hold he had on her wrists, her body squirming beneath him, reaching for her orgasm.
It tore through her whole body. Every inch of her became a throbbing vessel. Molten liquid as she dissolved around him, the pulses of plasma that shot through her nerves made her cry out, he kept spinning over her nub, kept her orgasm rippling through her as long as he could.
He released her when she mewed and tried to squirm away from his touch, but he didn’t release her wrists or pull back out of her core this time. His need was building within him like a fire through his blood.
His hand ran over her body and fisted in her hair, pulling her head to the side so he could nuzzle her neck, as he started to thrust into her on long, deep strokes that had her gasping with the force of each penetration.
Caught up again in what his body was doing to hers, she felt the heady climb towards another orgasm and moaned long and hard against his shoulder. She ran her tongue over his salted skin, before sinking her blunt teeth into his flesh and he growled against her neck. Her actions caused his fangs to descend on an ache to mark her, to taste her blood on his tongue.
His wolf was baying for her blood within him. Pushing to the forefront of his mind, and he kept a tight rein on the beast. He knew his beast, if he marked her now the wolf would be trying to push his urgency to bond with her on him, and he wouldn’t allow that to happen.
Lucas kept up the ferocity with which he was taking her. He wouldn’t mark her until she was on the crest of her orgasm. The pain would be masked by her body enjoying the pleasure that would pulse through her. He felt her body still, her inner muscles gripped him, and he thrust her over the edge just as he pressed his fangs into her soft skin.
The cry of pleasure mixed with pain left her lips, as her blood seeped over his tongue and the pleasure surged within him. Releasing his fangs he drew her very essence into his mouth, as his orgasm tore through him. He threw his head back and growled with the deep seated pulses of pleasure that tore through his body.
Thrusting against her womb his seed spilled out within her, over and over until he was sated. His muscles were barely able to keep his weigh from her, but he refused to roll away. He wanted to be buried within her more than he wanted the breath that he tore into his lungs on ragged bursts.
Sliding his hand beneath her back, he rolled with her against his chest until he was on his back and she was draped over him like a ragdoll. Her own breath coming in pants as the eased down from the physical and emotional rollercoaster she had just experienced.
“Easy sweetheart.” Lucas soothed her back to him, running his hands over her hair and down her back as she tried to push herself up on his chest, but failed to get her muscles to work.
He reached for her and brought her body up over his. Sliding out from inside her, he nuzzled against the warmth of her neck. The scent of her blood mixed with the spice of her natural scent and he gloried in her very essence, before he gently took care to clean and seal the four puncture wounds at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder.
“Took you long enough to mark me.” She teased him and he chuckled against her skin.
“I take it that’s a compliment?” She finally found the strength to move her hands. Palms down on his broad chest, she rested her chin on the backs of her hands and gazed back at him.
“I’m sure with practice…” She started with glee in her eyes and he growled down at her, spinning her over onto her back and coming down on top of her.
“Practice?” He growled down playfully and she balked back at him.
“I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it…” She liked it when he growled at her, and growl he did.
“Enjoyed…?” He had a look of disbelief on his face, but he couldn’t hide the amusement that was there.
“It was fine, really…” She was digging a hole for herself and she knew it. She’d never even come close to experiencing what she had just shared with Lucas,
but she did like to poke the bear.
“Fine?” He dipped his head and nuzzled his mark in her skin and she felt that touch deep within her body.
“It was almost perfect…” She admitted and he raised his head, this time there was no teasing in her words. This time there was no playfulness in her tone.
“Almost?” This time he was deadly serious.
“Perfect will be when I’m bonded to you and you do that to…” She didn’t get to finish, he was already claiming her lips with his own.
Shannon reached up for the box of candles from the top shelf of the storage area. She knew she should have dragged the small steps over towards her, but she just couldn’t be bothered.
She wasn’t exactly full of energy this afternoon. Already late to open the shop after Lucas’s diversion tactics in the bedroom, and little sleep throughout the night, she just wanted to get the damn candles and stock the empty space on her display.
Tip toes and fingertips weren’t, it seemed, conducive to a good outcome. The box tittered on the edge of both the shelf and her fingertips, before falling at an odd angle. The large hand that snatched them away before she ended up getting bopped on the head was attached to a rather sexy man that had caused her fatigue.
“Ask for help woman.” Lucas berated on a growl of annoyance and she couldn’t help but give him a smug grin.
“Now where would be the fun in that my Alpha?” She teased and he gave her another growl for good measure, before holding out the box between them.
“Where does this go?”
“In my hands, Lucas. I’m not totally useless. I can carry some damn candles.” She snapped out a little too quickly and he tipped his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at her.
“Someone’s snappy.”
“Someone’s tired.” She retorted, snatching the box and strolling off away from him.
“Someone shouldn’t have been planning their escape…” He chuckled and she snorted her contempt at him.
“Someone shouldn’t have taken me prisoner.” The arm that wrapped around her, lifting her from her feet and pulling her back against his chest startled her.
“But you seemed to enjoy being my prisoner this morning…” He nuzzled into her neck, his lips brushing his mark as she chuckled and stilled against him.
The sound of the bell going off brought her to attention away from him.
“Behave and stay here.” She whispered before disappearing through the dividing curtain between the front and back.
Shannon almost growled out herself when she found Corrine standing in the middle of the shop. The young Fae’s head was bowed and she didn’t bother to lift it to meet Shannon’s eyes as she walked through into the front.
Shannon dropped the box of candles down onto the counter and waited for Corrine to say something, and patience wasn’t high on her list of to do’s today.
“Corrine?” Shannon finally broke the silence between them and Corrine brought her eyes upwards.
“I wanted to say I was sorry for bringing the ogre to your door. I didn’t mean for you to get in trouble, Shannon, and now you have that big old mutt trying to mate with you, and it’s all my fault…” Corrine’s mouth stopped working long enough to drop open. She stared as Lucas walked through the curtain and stared back at her with curiosity.
CHAPTER SIX
“Be careful Corrine, I’m not accustomed to…” He started to issue her with a warning. He would be her Alpha soon and she needed to know her place within the pack. But she was already wide eyed and backing towards the door.
“I have to go…” She turned and yanked the door open. Real fear shone in her eyes as she went to take a step outside, but didn’t get further than the threshold.
Lucas watched as the young woman seemed to hit a soft barricade that kept her from leaving the store.
“What’s happening?” She spat out turning with scared eyes towards Lucas and Shannon.
Shannon lifted her index finger and beckoned her towards her. “You did this?” Corrine accused Shannon as she slowly moved away from the entrance.
“You can’t keep running away, Corrine. Some things in life must be faced head on.” Shannon offered and Corrine eyed Lucas nervously.
“So I’m just supposed to mate with one of these guys and be happy about it? Natalie says they mate like dogs…” Corrine spat out the last words and Lucas couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips.
Shannon moved around the counter towards an increasingly nervous Corrine, who stood stock still eyeing him from under her brow. Her chin was practically on her chest, and her small fists were clenched at her sides.
“Come with me, we need to talk.” Shannon reached out to take Corrine’s fisted hand in her own, but she shook her head.
“Not with him here. I don’t trust him.” Corrine whispered her words, but even she knew he could hear her.
Shannon turned her eyes towards Lucas, who rolled his to the ceiling as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and shrugged his annoyance away.
“I’ll be outside.” Lucas offered. The meaning within his words was obvious. He wasn’t about to go far from her side when she was in danger.
Shannon dropped the ward at the doorway and watched Lucas’s back view as he walked away. Her hunger for him had not yet been sated, but then she doubted it would be any better once they bonded.
“Come on trouble. Let me tell you some home truths about Lycans. Natalie obviously has no clue what she’s talking about.” Shannon took hold of her wrist and guided her into the back room; she was going to give up her beloved armchair for one more guest.
“Sit down and I’ll get us some coffee.”
Corrine flopped into the softness of the armchair and sighed as the cushions worked their magic on her restless body and mind. A little Fae magic she had placed on the chair to make it feel like a warm comforting embrace always seemed to do the trick.
“Natalie says I should leave, but…” Corrine offered and then clamped her lips shut. She didn’t know why she had said that, it just seemed to spill out of her.
Shannon felt the tension run through every muscle in her body. Whoever Natalie was, one thing was certain, she knew nothing about Lycans.
“Who is Natalie?” Shannon turned and closed the distance between them. Offering a mug to the guilty looking girl as she mentally berated herself for her loose lips.
“She’s part of the circle. Grace’s number two in all but title.” Corrine offered easily. She knew that when the circle met at the end of the month, Shannon would meet Natalie anyway, so there was no harm in talking about her now.
Shannon dragged the stool from the work bench to sit close to Corrine.
“And where does Natalie get her information on Lycans?” Shannon watched the girl shrug her shoulders and tried a different tactic.
“She’s wrong about mating. Lycans mate no different from Fae…” Shannon couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her lips when she thought of making love with Lucas. “Well that’s not exactly true. It’s better, especially when it’s with their mate.”
Corrine’s eyes slowly lifted from her cup to stare back at Shannon. There was an element of suspicion in the depths that Shannon couldn’t ignore.
“Natalie says…” She started and then stopped, clamping her mouth shut as if she had already said too much, just by saying the woman’s name.
“Look, Corrine. I don’t know what Natalie has told you, or why, but when a Lycan finds his mate it’s a blessing to him. He wants to take care of you, love you and keep you safe. He would never hurt you.” She saw the young Fae’s brow’s jumping around as she processed the new information, and then Corrine just looked confused.
“But they mate like dogs.” Corrine finally offered and Shannon couldn’t help but chuckle.
“No they mate like everybody else. But if you run, his wolf will push to the front and take on the challenge of hunting down his mate, and then all bets are off. He won’t be able to con
trol his wolf until he’s bonded with you.”
Shannon watched the long hard shiver run through Corrine’s body and wished she had a way to get through to her. Natalie seemed full of misinformation, and she could have managed to get the girl hunted and taken by her mate’s wolf. Shannon made a mental note to speak with Grace.
“But Zane is so big.” Corrine hushed words brought another smile to Shannon’s lips. If Lycans were one thing, it was large and powerful. She had to give the girl her dues, Lycan men were imposing.
“That means he can protect you. How did you meet him?”
“At a dance.” Corrine offered, but only that, she didn’t elaborate, although the small smile that turned her lips upwards gave Shannon hope.
“And you liked him?”
Corrine shrugged her shoulders begrudgingly. “He was kind of sexy.” Corrine’s smile spread a little more.
“Have you kissed him?” Shannon asked and Corrine’s eyes flicked up to her face as her cheeks went a deep scarlet and she looked mortified.
“Yes.” She offered quietly and Shannon couldn’t help but smile.
“And it felt like no other kiss you’ve ever had before.” Shannon saw Corrine’s dreamy eyed look and grinned back at her. “So what’s the problem?”
“Natalie says they get all wolfie, with fur and fangs…” Corrine’s sudden horrified look made Shannon laugh out loud.
“Natalie is wrong. Although, their fangs can come down, but there is no fur. It’s just Zane, and you need to give him a chance, because he is your mate, and I know it’s getting harder for you to resist wanting to be with him when you see him.” Corrine just nodded. She seemed sad in herself and that worried Shannon all the more.
“Corrine, I mated with Lucas last night…” She admitted and Corrine’s eyes shot up to her face, she seemed to be looking for something that Shannon didn’t understand. “What?”