She wanted to tell him to stop, to tell him the truth, but the words never left her lips. Before she could finish saying what she wanted to say his lips fell on hers in a crushing embrace. In that instant of being tied to him she forgot about the world around her, forgot about her past, she forgot about everything but Sasha.
He drew away from her and pulled his shirt from his body, still hovering over her like a dominant male preparing to stake his claim. She gasped softly. He was unbelievable, more man than any she had ever seen. It was like staring at a Greek god, his bronze muscles were perfectly carved and gleaming with perspiration. The only marring of his exquisite body were the haphazard scars that decorated it, like proud symbols of his fighting prowess. She impulsively reached up and placed her hand on his chest, trailing the long scar that started at his collarbone before running all the way down to his stomach with a light finger.
Sasha grabbed her hand affectionately, tenderly bestowing a kiss on her palm before he braced her hand behind her head on the bed. Using his free hand he helped her to wiggle out of her bottoms. He groaned, his erection was painfully full, and seeing her fully nude before him made him want to abandon his carefulness.
Kita writhed excitedly underneath him when he resumed kissing her breasts and her nipples, trailing his tongue downward over her abdomen as his hands went to her breasts where his mouth had left off. He caressed and squeezed her flesh in his palms, all the while descending with his mouth and his sinful kisses.
The metal under his lower lip was cool against the heat of her skin, and she squirmed between moans of delight. She was aching for him, burning with her desire. His mouth reached her feminine mound, and when his tongue darted out to taste her she nearly fell apart. She felt the searing heat of his tongue inside of her, licking, teasing, and tasting as if he just couldn't get enough of her. It was driving her wild, and her head was spinning. The walls seemed to close in around her as excitement built between her legs, and her breath came in quick, short gasps. Her hands frantically gripped the blankets around her, desperate for something to cling to before she lost control. She was on the brink of release when he suddenly stopped, pulling up to her.
Panic flashed in her heart for a moment. She was afraid that he would stop, leave her soaked in desire and wanting for more. He looked down at her adoringly, melting away her panic. He smiled before kissing her lips softly. She could taste herself on his lips and his tongue. She raised her hips impatiently against him, grazing his rigid shaft in the process.
Sasha squeezed his eyes shut. She had to stop doing that or he wouldn't last. As it was he felt like he was going to explode in his pants. He sat up and Kita impetuously reached down, unbuttoning his jeans and helping him pull his bottoms down to reveal his unabashed arousal. The thick tip of his shaft was wet with sticky drops of his essence.
He saw the apprehension in Kita's eyes when she looked at his erection. He leaned down over her, the tip of his manhood pressed against her feminine opening.
"I won't hurt you, Kita,” He lifted her jaw with his hand, “if you tell me to stop, pretty baby, I'll stop."
She nodded breathily and he kissed her, slowly, sweetly. He didn't know how he would stop if she asked him to. He was already beyond control, but for her, he would find a way. He pressed further into her.
His eyes shot down to her, sudden confusion and hesitation flashing within them.
"Sweetheart, have you ever...?"
She bit her lip, and a tear slid over her cheek. She slowly shook her head no, and again the protective nature in him surged forward. He didn't want her to hurt. He wanted to protect her, to give her everything that he had to give. He wanted to make this perfect for her, make it something she would never forget.
He brushed the tear away with his thumb, leaning down to kiss her again.
"I'll be very gentle, pretty baby,” Again his lips brushed hers.
Sasha leaned down to her neck, inhaling her delicate scent and kissing her throat as he began to sink into her. He felt her barrier against the head of his shaft, and he sank further into her, pushing until he had broken through her virginity. She gasped sharply and clung to him desperately. She was tense, and it made her already tight inside even tighter. He clenched his teeth, not knowing if he had the self-control to stand this.
Kita pressed her body firmly against Sasha's. He made her feel secure. She was still unbelievably aroused, but now there was a sharp pain that intermingled with her excitement. She clutched at the Alpha, feeling his warm breath on her skin, his body heat colliding with hers, and his lips as they left feathery brushes over her throat. The pain was subsiding. She inhaled, realizing that Sasha was now fully inside of her. He hadn't moved. She looked sideways at him, wanting to see the reassurance in his eyes.
Sasha kissed her full lips, soothing her as he began to pull in and out of her. Slowly at first, he slid into her velvety depths only to draw back out again, all the while questioning his ability to sustain himself. She was deliciously tight, wrapping around him as if she were made just for him. He felt the pull on his loins with every caress, and her soft cries of pleasure and pain forced him to fight for every ounce of resolve that he had left.
Kita rocked her hips against him, feeling the incredible sensation of stroking within her. Her womb tightened and clenched as excitement climbed inside of her. Sasha was still gentle, but his movement was more desperate, more urgent, and it spurred her own urgency. She ground her hips against him, rolling her head back as he took her. Her muscles tightened, and every part of her trembled as a spasm of complete release shook her internally. She gripped his shoulders, gasping as an unfamiliar wave of sheer bliss and pleasure washed over her, drowning away the lingering pain.
Sasha moaned, the instant that he felt her heat wash over his shaft he lost control. He thrust deeply into her, releasing his need into her like an endlessly spurting fountain. He filled her with his pulsing liquid heat until he had given her everything that he had to give.
They both lay panting in each others arms, gasping for air. Sasha stayed inside of her, relishing the moment of being tied to her, and not yet ready for it to end. He had never felt a stronger orgasm. Even now he felt that if he were to move the friction against his spent shaft would be too much.
After several long minutes of catching his breath he finally rolled over onto his side, taking Kita with him, still not wanting to be free from her. He looked into her blue eyes, so deep and trusting at this moment. He brushed her cheek with his hand.
He had never loved a woman before. It wasn't that he didn't want to. He had simply never found a woman that could keep him satisfied. He couldn't even imagine what that would feel like, to have a woman that he wouldn't just be willing to live for, but be willing to die for—because he loved her, not just because it was his responsibility.
It never really bothered him that he didn't have a mate, as the leader of the pack he could have any woman he wanted. But it bothered him now. He wondered if Kita was a woman that he could fall in love with, a woman that he would die to keep.
CHAPTER 7
Kita stood outside in the cold, watching as the many members of Sasha's pack mulled around her. They paced and trembled against the chill of winter, all waiting for their beloved leader to command them.
She noticed that several of the men had already removed their shirts, and their icy breath clouded the air in front of them as it left their lips. A few of the women were sobbing, grieving for their fallen comrade, while others stood back as they watched the surroundings sympathetically.
Kita inhaled, slowly, heavily. She liked the way that this place felt. Even in the cold of winter there was warmth here, and the way that everyone regarded one another it was like family. She continued to observe the interplay between the members. There seemed to be four groups, groups ... that word, she liked it. There were no individuals here, everyone had a shoulder to lean on, and no one was left alone.
She casually observed the first group of men. They
were the ones that already had their shirts off. They were admired by the others, respected and appreciated. They must have been the hunters, the fighters, and the protectors, she thought. She smiled to herself. Of the six, four of them were eye-commanders—Sasha's Betas—his loyal secondary in command.
Her eyes shifted to the next group, a cluster of younger men and boys. They were unobtrusively watching the Beta's, imitating their movements while admiring them at a distance. Every now and then a Beta would glance over, and the young boys would beam with pride that they had been noticed.
The third and fourth groups were women. The more mature women were in one, as the younger, more inexperienced were in the other. The older women held themselves with quiet confidence despite the sorrow written on their faces. They looked only for the Beta's, ignoring the subordinate members. The other group of women seemed more insecure, they would huddle into each other, coyly glancing up at the groups of men. If they happened to get a glance from either group they would smile shyly and even giggle quietly. Two of the girls were crying, blatantly displaying their grieving for their fallen pack mate. It was unapproved of, and another member of the group elbowed them each sharply, reminding them to show more dignity.
Kita looked away. There were a lot of people here that she would have liked. She swiped a tear away from her cheek. These people were out here because of her. They were hurting because of her. As much as she wanted to stay she had to leave, there was no other choice. If she stayed the hunter would keep killing. He would wait for her. He had paid too much for her to let her go that easily and Sasha and his pack was merely an obstacle between himself and what he thought was his.
A hand slid around her waist, gliding over her tenderly. She looked right into Sasha's eyes. Her eyes were beginning to glisten, and it made him hesitate. She swiped at the wetness with the back of her palm, forcing a smile to hide the pain. He frowned in confusion and she jerked her eyes away from him to escape his caring gaze. She didn't deserve his concern, and she definitely didn't deserve him.
The rest of the members of the pack had turned their attention towards them. She could feel their curious eyes on her as Sasha leaned over and whispered into her ear.
His breath tickled her skin, “what's wrong?"
She forced herself to harden, and threw her gaze up at him, “nothing, it's just so cold out here ... I hate the cold."
"I'll warm you up later.” He promised with a wink, “I'd warm you up right now, but I don't think you'd let me."
She managed a halfhearted smile, “you'd ruin my reputation, Alpha."
He squeezed her side affectionately and drew away. Even as he passed through the crown of people she could feel that many of the eyes had stayed on her. Her stare though, was solely on Sasha. She would miss him.
He removed his shirt, displaying his exquisite chest, the same chest that had pressed to hers only hours ago. She felt heat rush down through her stomach, blending with the sickening feeling of remorse that she would never feel that again. She inhaled. She had to be stronger than this. As of now, Sasha was a memory ... this whole place was a memory.
She removed her clothing, and in an instant the whole group of people had become a pack of wolves. They rushed forward, following their Alpha as he raced through the trees. The hunt had begun.
Kita stayed back, on the heels of the slowest member bringing up the tail of the group. When they looped through the forest she slowed to a near walk, listening as the sounds of panting and running feet over the snow vanished through the evening air. She was alone. She spun around, ignoring the sudden tenderness in her left arm as she raced back to the house. She was out of her pelt and still running when she hit the steps of the house. She had to hurry.
Once she was dressed she rushed back through the trees, trying to pretend that the cold under her feet was yielding sand instead of biting snow. She was out of breath by the time she reached the meadow. She stopped, leaning against a tree for support as she took in her surroundings. The hunter was nearby. All she had to do was go to him. It was easier thought than done.
She waited, listening to make sure that she was still alone. Finally, when there was nothing left for her to do but walk, she stepped out into the white field. She reached the river, and a voice echoed in her ears.
"There's my little Nicky kitten.” The hunter said happily.
"Don't call me that, ever.” She growled, “my name isn't Nicky, and I'm no goddamn kitten."
"Of course not,” He apologized, “you're a bitch, and a big one at that. Do you know how many people I've had to kill now because of you?"
"You didn't have to kill anyone because of me, Ramsey!” She snapped as she proceeded to walk barefoot across the icy river.
The water was cold, numbing her to the bone. Her breath tightened in her throat as the frigid water lapped up around her waist, driving against her meager clothing with tiny ice fragments that made her feel naked. She finally reached the other side, shivering violently as she clutched herself. Her pants were wet, her feet were wet, and now she was standing in a foot of snow.
"Oh, my poor little kitten is so cold."
She looked up, rage firing in her eyes.
The hunter appeared out of the shadows, sneering proudly. He neared her, and suddenly his dark skin seemed to wash out. His deep brown eyes turned to hard coals, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned red. He lashed out at her, grabbing her painfully behind the head, clutching her hair in his fist. He spoke, spitting angrily into her face.
"Why in the hell do you smell like Sasha?"
She glared at him, refusing to respond. It infuriated him further, and in an instant she was drug towards the water. He heaved her with a powerful thrust into the river. Kita screamed, disappearing beneath the choppy ripples of water for a heart stopping moment. She resurfaced, shocked by the freezing water as she took in a lung full of empty arctic air. Her lungs burned.
"Did you fuck him, Nicky?” He started to climb into the water with her, so enraged that the cold never even fazed him, “you had no right to do that! You are mine, which means that your body belongs to me, not some fucking dog!"
Kita gasped in shock. She was so cold, and every part of her was shaking and wet. She frantically climbed out of the river, back into the meadow. It was the only safe ground at this moment.
"Your father should have paid me to take you, not the other way around.” He continued to charge through the river, “is this how you repay me? I offer you the chance to share in something great, and you give yourself away to some sadistic eye-commander?"
Kita pulled away, scrambling backwards in the slippery snow.
"He's already a rare breed, and I'm about to put him into extinction. And when I'm through with him, I'm going to make sure that you live to regret this. I'm gonna fucking—"
He never finished his sentence. Suddenly his eyes went wide, a slim smirk parted his sinister lips, and he retreated across the river. He slipped into the shadows again. Kita felt a hand on her shoulder.
She shivered violently and looked up as she clutched herself, trying to seal in what was left of her evaporating warmth. Sasha was beside her. He had a pair of denim jeans on, and nothing more. He looked like he had run back to the house, threw the pants on and come looking for her.
"Are you okay? What the hell is going on, Kita?” His voice was strained with panic, “I heard you scream."
She shook, unable to speak. Suddenly a soft click made her jerk backwards. She jumped to her feet, grabbing Sasha by the arm as she ran to the trees. A blast echoed around the forest, and Sasha winced as something grazed his shoulder. A trail of blood rose on the top of his skin in a clean line. The hunter had just missed him, any lower and the silver in the bullet would be in his bloodstream.
Kita leaned against the thick trunk of a nearby tree. She was wet and terrified. Her whole body was shaking and her head was throbbing. Any moment now she would be caught between two men that would want her dead. She looked
at Sasha. He had his back against a large conifer, and his eyes were searching hers, frantically seeking an explanation.
"Give me Nicky and I'll go, Sasha,” the man called from across the river.
Sasha was confused, and he looked at Kita, “who is Nicky?” he demanded to know.
Kita bit her lip, but didn't answer.
"Come on, kitten. Tell him the truth.” Ramsey encouraged.
She scowled, and turned away from the tree in a rush of anger, “My name is not Nicky, and stop calling me kitten you stupid asshole!"
He laughed, “Fine, Kita, but I'm telling you, Nicky is a much prettier name."
"How does he know your name, sweetheart?” Sasha's eyes were narrowed in sudden distrust, and he looked torn between rage and tears.
She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could say a word the hunter responded for her.
"She's my fiancée, genius, and don't ever call her sweetheart again, or I'll fucking tear your tongue out. As it is I'm going to rip your goddamn dick off,” he hissed from the shadows.
"Fiancée ... fiancée?” Sasha repeated as his jaw dropped in shock. He put his hand over his head, “You have got to be fucking kidding me, Kita.” He dropped his hand, “Is that your real name, Kita?"
She nodded, but again it was the hunter who responded, “Nikita Yurikov. Have you ever heard of the Yurikov family, Sasha?"
Sasha groaned in distress. Yes, he had heard of the Yurikov family. Everyone had.
"Are you familiar with Sergey Yurikov, Sasha?” the hunter pressed.
Sasha felt sick. He braced himself against the tree just to keep his knees from buckling.
"Sergey Yurikov is our little Kita's daddy ... and daddy is not happy, Sasha. I told him that you had his daughter, and you can imagine how pissed that made him."
Sasha looked at Kita, he felt like his world was crashing down around him. Sergey Yurikov was the most powerful werewolf in the country. He was always in human form, never revealing his alternate existence. He was political, constantly brushing shoulders with other big shots, swimming in wealth and power. He was a man of force, he knew how to get what he wanted, and he never lost a battle.
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