by Milly Taiden
She laughed. Here she was opening her heart to him, and he was making jokes. She couldn’t get angry, because she knew that behind his joke, he was nervous over her declaration. “I’m positive. I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t. I love you. You’re mine and…if you want me, I’m yours.”
Chapter Eight
He pulled her into his arms and consumed her with a kiss so hot it made her skin sizzle. The kiss was hard and rough. It invaded her senses. He caressed down her spine, further to her hips, and settled on her ass. He grabbed her cheeks and lifted her off the ground. Her pussy ended up level with his cock. He stroked his denim-covered shaft into the seam of her pussy. An explosion of passion took hold, leaving her breathless and panting. She rubbed her nipples over his chest.
He put her back on her feet and cupped her face with his hands. His gaze spoke of passion, possession, and a feeling she knew lived in her heart for him, love. “Sam, I love you. There are no words to tell you how much. Of course I want you. I’ll always want you. There’s no one else for me.”
Happiness unfurled in her heart between the kisses he rained on her lips and face. When he let go of her head, she curled her arms around his neck and rubbed her nose on his smooth jaw.
“There’s no other man for me…just you.” She licked his chin and nibbled on his neck. “You’re my mate, and I’m yours. We just need to make it official.” She grazed her teeth over the galloping pulse on his throat. “Bite me, baby.”
He growled over the curve of her shoulder. “Thank god. I don’t know how much longer I could have waited. I mean I could’ve waited as long as you needed, but I’ve been dying to stake my claim. You’re mine.”
She raked her nails down his chest and lifted his T-shirt. All those clothes had to come off immediately. She tugged on the material and growled. It was taking too damn long to get him undressed. He chuckled. He tore the offensive fabric from his body, and she sighed.
He dipped his head, and he kissed her. Another wave of ferocious mating of the tongues and lips. Urgency to have him in her body pushed her to open his jeans, shove her hand down, and grab his cock in a tight grip. His breath hissed out in a groan. She pushed the jeans down and pumped his shaft in a slow glide from root to tip.
“God, Sam. You’re so fucking hot.” His deep gravelly voice heightened her desire.
“Fuck me, Ry,” she whimpered. “Fuck me. Mate me. Make me yours.”
He growled, toed off his jeans, and picked her up in his arms. He laid her on the bed carefully, as if she were a porcelain doll. They kissed again, softer, but still just as needy. She spread her legs for him and summoned him with the crook of a finger.
Heat swelled inside her. He inhaled and licked his lips. “You smell delicious.” Lust shot down to her wet folds. He groaned. “And I just know you’re going to taste even better.”
He pounced on the bed, wrapped his arms around her legs, and immediately fastened his lips around her clit. Her hands flew to the short spikes of his hair. He swiped his thick tongue mercilessly over her clit.
She writhed and thrashed on the bed. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…”
He thrusts two digits into her sex and curved them inside her pussy, tickling her G-spot at the same time he grazed his teeth over her clit. A spasm took hold, and she shattered so fast it left her breathless. Lost to the throes of her climax, she screamed his name.
He flipped her on her stomach, ass high in the air and legs wide open. He fondled her pussy, sliding his fingers in, out, and around her wet folds. She gasped, passion tightening her nipples and making her pussy clench. She glanced over her shoulder. He bit his lip and caressed her ass with what looked like adoration. She groaned and hung her head. Holding the sheets in a death grip, she moaned as the broad head of his cock penetrated her slick heat. He gripped her hips, stretching her pussy walls, until he was balls-deep inside her.
Looking for more than just penetration, she wiggled and whimpered at the fantastic feel of his cock grazing her from inside. He tightened his hold on her hips, pulled back, and thrust right back into her in a fast slide. She turned her head just as he thrust into her again. He pulled back and slammed into her harder. She groaned and fisted the sheets tighter.
“Do you like that?” He impaled her again. “Like it when I fuck you from behind?”
“Yes, yes. Please.”
“Please what? What do you need, my sexy mate?” The low growl and his feral features made her pussy squeeze at his cock.
“Fuck me harder, faster. Give me more!”
His wicked grin made the heat inside her expand through every cell and nerve ending. Hair sprouted on his face. She became fascinated. His features turned wild, untamed and almost feral with intensity. Inside her pussy, his cock thickened and grew.
“Mine,” his gravelly voice claimed.
“Yes. Yours.” Her breath hitched. She hung her head and lowered her front to lie flat on the bed just as he seemed to let go of his control.
He pulled back and hammered into her in harsh drives. Every thrust and pull of his thickened cock dragged loud, harsh moans out of her throat. Skin slapping skin, her moans and his growls were the only noises in the room.
Fire filled her pussy with each slam of his cock. In. Out. Her ass lifted off the bed with each one.
“Mine.” He ground his cock into her pussy again.
“God yes!” A ball of tension grew inside her womb. Her pussy fluttered, and her back bowed.
He snarled and dropped on all fours over her, caging her. Sweat turned the slide of his body over hers into a sensual glide of flesh on flesh. He licked the back of her shoulder. She moaned and propelled back into each of his thrusts, pushing him even further into her pussy.
Holding himself over her with one arm, he moved a hand between her thighs and squeezed her clit between two fingers. She gasped, tensed, and when his canines dug into her shoulder, her world exploded. Her pussy clenched around his cock and squeezed as she came.
Unbelievably, it felt as if his cock grew even more inside her pussy. He slowed the pummeling thrusts, tensed above her, and snarled while still biting her shoulder. Hot semen filled her womb in multiple jerks. He continued to come for long moments with his teeth still embedded in her flesh.
Attached, they fell to the side on the mattress. He wrapped his hands around her waist, his cock jerked in her pussy, and he licked at her shoulder. She panted air into her lungs and closed her eyes.
* * *
Sam woke with a start. Riel’s side of the bed was empty. She blinked and stood. It was late, moonlight drifted in through the window, and no other noise came from inside the house. A quiet splashing noise made her walk to the bedroom window. The moon and backyard lights illuminated the large pool.
Riel’s lithe body cut through the water like a missile. Awed at the speed and precision of his moves, she stared until she realized she could just go down there and join him. She wrapped her robe around her naked body and headed downstairs. With every step she took, she thought of the amazing things he’d done to her. Desire flared and made her quicken her steps. A soft breeze caressed her skin, ruffling her loose hair.
The splashing noises grew until she was standing by the water, watching his muscles ripple with every move he made. Heat grew inside her, lust shot through her veins, and her pussy dripped in need. She disrobed and walked down the pool steps. Cool water kissed her heated skin and made her moan in delight.
When he got to the far end of the pool and took a breath, he turned in the water. She smiled and went under. Water surrounded her, and after a few strokes she came up against a wall of flesh. Under the water, she scanned his body. His cock was fully erect and in her face. She used her last bit of oxygen to wrap her lips around his dick and take a quick suck. Then she went up for air.
He curled his hands around her waist and pulled her flush against his body. She snaked her arms around his shoulders, grazing her nails on the back of his neck. Hunger for him made her whimper. She pulled his head d
own and immediately ran her tongue over his wet lips. Stimulated into desperation, she sucked on his neck and bit his shoulder. He squeezed her ass and held her pussy over his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist until his cock kissed her entrance.
He dropped her over his cock in a slow glide. When she wiggled her hips, he groaned. “Baby, I’m going crazy for you.”
She panted and licked his neck. “Can we go crazy together?” Her body burned for him. “Fuck me, my big, sexy wolf.” She grazed her teeth over his shoulders and nibbled the wet flesh.
“Jesus, Sam. I love you, sweetheart.” He kissed her softly on the lips.
Her heart expanded with love for her man. “I love you too.”
He guided her body up and down his shaft. His thick cock rubbed her insides repeatedly, driving passion to relentless heights.
He attached to her breast, twirling his tongue on her nipple and then biting on the tender tip. Mini-explosions went off in her womb, and her pussy fluttered. He let go of her breast, growled, and rammed her up and down his cock in swift moves. She moaned. Her pussy clasped around his cock, and she sucked on his shoulder. Completely lost to the throes of passion, she bit down and broke skin. Her orgasm tore through her at light speed. She screamed and trembled with every ripple of pleasure that coursed through her body.
He shouted her name in a growl she almost didn’t make out. He dug his fingers into her waist. One final ram into her with his cock and he shuddered. His shaft thickened and filled her womb with his essence.
They stayed together in the water holding each other. She laid her head on his shoulder facing away from his throat. She held him tight, linking her legs behind his ass, sighing. His cock was still deep inside her, and if she had her wish he’d stay there forever.
It had been in the front of her mind to ask about the threat against her. “What are we going to do about the person or persons trying to kill me?” Her words were soft, low. There was no need to say anything louder. His enhanced hearing would pick up on what she said.
He slipped them to the stairs in the pool and sat down with her over him, on his lap. She hugged him tighter. He’d wrapped his arms around her back in a protective gesture. Her heart expanded with feelings for him.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Whoever is doing this will have to go through me to get to you.” His angry growl made her feel even more protected.
She nibbled on her lip. “What if they are after Ginny’s money and nothing we do stops them?”
“Sam—” He sounded ready to argue.
“No, listen. I don’t want you to be in the middle of something that could get you hurt.” The last thing she needed was to lose the one man that made her happy now that she’d found him.
“I’m not the one in danger. You are.” His voice was quiet, serious.
“I know that, but what if by protecting me you get hurt in the process. I couldn’t live with myself.”
He growled softly. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’re going to have to live with it, because I’m not going anywhere. Wherever you go, I go. I don’t intend on letting anyone else try to kill you.”
She’d never be able to live with herself if she allowed something to happen to him. She would just have to make sure she looked out for him while he looked out for her. “I promise not to take any unnecessary risks, Ry. Can you promise the same?”
“Hell no! You come first.”
“Please, Ry. Can you just promise to be careful? Don’t be bullheaded about this. I will do my part, and you do yours. We can stay safe and find the people behind this.”
He sighed. “Sam, you need to understand that if it comes down to your life or mine, yours always comes first.”
She jerked her head up so fast she almost got whiplash. “No! Don’t say that!”
He nodded. “It’s true. I can’t live without you, so I can’t let anything happen to you.”
She shook her head. “And you think I can live without you? That wouldn’t work at all.”
“All I know is that if anyone tries to lay a hand on you again, I’m going to tear them to shreds.” He tightened his hold on her waist.
She dropped her head back on his shoulder. A sick sense of foreboding filled her stomach. His chin rubbed over her wet hair. She closed her eyes and sighed. A second later she snapped them open and yanked her head up so fast she hit him in the chin with her forehead. They both groaned in pain. She rubbed her forehead with one hand and his chin with the other.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just I just remembered something I’d completely forgotten about!”
“What?” He laughed. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was so excited or because she looked like a maniac.
She started bouncing on his lap.
“Ginny’s trunk!” She stopped bouncing when his cock thickened. He became rock-hard inside her again. Well, damn. Her whimpers spoke for her. They would check out Ginny’s trunk…in a minute, after she had her mate one more time.
Chapter Nine
Riel carried Sam up to their bed. His house was her house now, so there was no need for her to go anywhere. His mate belonged with him. They reached the bedroom, and he put her down. She ran to the bathroom and came out wearing a towel over her hair in a turban style, coupled with a different robe around her body. Her other robe had gotten wet on their two attempts to leave the yard.
She blew him a kiss. Taking quick strides, she headed for the dresser where he’d placed the small trunk for her. Once he’d put on some boxers, he met her on the bed. She’d already opened the trunk and flipped it, emptying its contents on the blue comforter. Papers, letters, official documents, and pictures were spread before them.
“Oh wow. Look at this, Ry! There’s pictures. I thought all the photos had burned in the fire, but Ginny had some in here.” Her excitement was palpable.
He picked up a handful of photos. His attention was caught by one of a woman that had a duplicate of Sam’s face. Her mother. He didn’t need for her to tell him. It was obvious from the physical similarities that they shared. He saw the back of the next photo first. It read “Susana and Korr.” Riel flipped it to the image of the couple. Susana was clearly very young, possibly a teenager. The man in the shot appeared to be older, and Riel knew he was the shifter. He knew of a Korr that had been an enforcer to Chase’s father when they were kids.
His mate was going through photos of other family members. Her gaze darted up to his face. “What’s wrong? What did you find?”
It wasn’t his right to hold anything from her, so he passed her the photo. His focus never strayed from her face. His gut clenched, watching the play of emotions rushing over her features. Her eyes widened while she stared at the woman in the photograph.
“Oh my god. That’s my mother.”
She sounded surprised.
“Hadn’t you seen her before? Don’t you remember your mother?”
A look of pure desolation passed over her face, and she shook her head. “No. Ginny showed me one shot of her, but she told me it hurt her to look. I didn’t ask because she’d given me so much, but I always wanted to see more pictures of her.” She nibbled her lip. “Maybe that’s my father.”
“You didn’t know your father?”
“No. Ginny only said he’d died and that she didn’t want to discuss my parents because it was too painful. Just the mention of my mother had her in tears for days. Do you think this man is my father?”
He nodded. “Yes. I also think he’s your shifter link.”
“But how can you know?”
“Korr was an enforcer for Chase’s father before our time.” He continued to watch her stare at the photo.
Her finger trailed over the images as if wishing to touch the people on the paper. “What happened to him?”
“He was killed during a fight with some puma shifters. They ambushed the town, and it was a bloody war. Everyone heard about it. We were little kids. Chase was ten, and I was around five. We were protected to ensure
the survival of the pack.” He lifted a hand to her cheek and wiped away the tears running down her face. “I’m sorry.”
She sniffed. “Why? Don’t worry. It’s just sad to see a photo of them together and know I never got to know either of them.”
He frowned, remembering her earlier words. “What do you mean you didn’t get to know her?”
She shook her head, put the photo to the side, and started searching through documents. “No. She died right after I was born. Something happened and…” She stared at the paper in her hand, her face frozen, eyes wide, and mouth agape.
“What is it?” He moved closer to glance at the paper in her hand.
“It’s a document stating my mother was hospitalized for a mental breakdown six months before my birth.” She scanned the document and gasped. “She was pregnant at the time and was suffering from mental illness and severe depression from loss.”
“That’s so sad.”
Sam’s gaze met his. “What would make her lose her mind with grief?”
“The loss of her mate?”
She glanced back down at the sheet. “When was the date of that war?”
He gave her the information. She ruffled through pages. Her moves were frantic, her hands shaking with each letter she skimmed through. After a few letters she stopped, read, and covered her mouth. A muffled cry sounded behind her hand. He pulled the sheet from her grip and read.
Dear mom,
I’m sorry you are so concerned for me. I’m trying to lose this overwhelming depression at the loss of Korr, but nothing seems to help. They’ve given me some new drug that’s supposed to help with the hallucinations and loss of appetite. I feel so selfish knowing my child grows in my womb, and I can’t find it in me to be happy. Life has dealt me a blow I never expected. To lose my husband, the father of my child, the only man I have ever loved, and my mate has pushed me past the edge of living into the realm of existing. I breathe, eat, and survive just to ensure my daughter will live, but the truth is, I can easily lay here and die. My will to live is gone, and nothing is helping to bring it back. Please forgive me for asking this of you mother. Please take care of my Sam if anything happens to me.