She still didn't release him, and his free hand slid up her side, climbing beneath her t-shirt. He felt the swell of her breasts against his thick finger tips, and he pushed further until he was cupping her full rounded curve in his palm. He squeezed gently, massaging her flesh as he brushed his thumb across the tip of her rigid pink nipple. She whimpered against his tongue, but still refused to free her hold.
He alternated sides, caressing and toying with each breast until they were feverish and eager for his touch. She arched her back slightly, thrusting her chest into his willing hands. He felt her breath hot and panting against his tongue. She was near breaking. He released his grip on her, gliding downward with his other hand as he cupped her backside in his palm, still manipulating her breasts with the other. She had a perfect little rear that was small and rounded to fit his hands as if that were what they were made for, and he distinctly remembered it brushing against him the night that she had been caught outside running the woods.
Kita gasped, and she rubbed herself against Sasha. She was excited, trying so hard to ignore what he was doing to her, and yet so unable to do so. She flung her arms around his neck, releasing her hold on his tongue. Immediately he dove deeper into her mouth, filling her with his consuming passion. She tangled her tongue into his, fiercely matching his kiss as she pressed her mouth against his.
Her hands smoothed down over his shoulders, her palm grazing the wound on his shoulder. He had nearly been killed by Ramsey, all because he wanted to protect her. He had heard her scream and he didn't hesitate to come find her. He could have been killed for caring about her. Even if he had known the risks, he still would have done it, because that was the kind of man he was. He was an Alpha male, the truest she had ever met. He would defend his pack and his territory with his very life if necessary.
Heat and desire coursed through her, and she was aching to have him. She would do anything for him in this moment, all he had to do was ask.
Sasha maneuvered Kita towards the bed. She was so deep in his kiss that she hardly even noticed him moving her. He knew what he was going to do with her. He was going to make her compensate for her deceit starting now. Her knees reached the edge of the bed, and when he nudged her backwards they buckled. Her lips parted from his and she dropped softly onto the bed, looking up at him with surprise.
"Kiss me,” he commanded as he grabbed a fistful of her layered blonde hair close to her scalp, drawing her closer to him.
She was puzzled, staring into his intense golden eyes with confusion. She saw his gaze shift suggestively. Her eyes dropped and she looked at the scars that were scored into his rippled stomach. She knew now what he wanted from her.
She leaned forward, tentatively kissing a part of a long jagged scar across his abdomen. The salty flavor of sweat lingered on her tongue, and she looked upward at Sasha to see his expression. He was watching her approvingly with a hungry glimmer in his eyes. She smiled with satisfaction, kissing across his stomach with deeper, greedier kisses as she explored his body. Every lick, every nuzzle was done as if she meant to remember it for the rest of her life. She savored his body, loved the feel of his ridges, the rise and fall of his skin beneath her tongue. His grip tightened in her hair.
"Lower, pretty baby, kiss me lower.” He rasped.
She brought her hands up, resting her fingers on the button of his jeans. She could feel his erection pressing through the denim against the palm of her hand, and she squeezed gently, molding her hand to the length of his shaft. He moaned and rocked his head back, clenching his teeth as he struggled to remain in control of his excitement. She kissed his abdomen again, winding her tongue in tight circles as she started to unfasten his pants. Her hands were trembling slightly as butterflies danced in her stomach. She was nervous. She had never done this before.
Sasha reached down, unzipping his pants and liberating his rampant manhood before Kita. He saw the hesitation in her eyes. He stroked her cheek reassuringly with his free hand, she was soft and smooth in his palm.
"Kiss me, sweetheart,” he whispered.
She swallowed, looking up at the dried blood on his shoulder. After what he had done for her, she would do anything for him. She wanted to please him, to make him forgive her for not telling him the truth.
She nervously licked the tip of his shaft, circling the thick head with her tongue as salty drops of his essence rose to meet her. She continued to lick him, sucking on his skin as she worked her way down his considerable member. She drew back up, gliding her tongue upward over his erection before diving downward to take him in her mouth. She took everything that she could of him, drawing up as she squeezed her throat around him. What she couldn't take with her mouth she took with her hands, matching her suction with her stroking palms. Sasha rocked his head back, tightening his hold on her hair as he clutched her fiercely, guiding her head with his hands. She took him greedily, with everything that she had, tasting, savoring, and remembering just as she had when she kissed his abdomen.
"Christ, Kita,” He pulled her head back away from him, “stop ... stop, stop...” She frowned and he chuckled, a throaty, strained laugh, “if you keep doing that I'm not gonna last..."
She smiled devilishly, “Is that such a bad thing?"
He cocked his head, “Don't play coy with me. What the hell would you do with it?"
She bit her lip and looked away. She hadn't thought about that.
He licked his lips, “That's what I thought."
He reached down and grabbed her under the arms, pulling her back on the bed. His mouth immediately set to work on her breasts, lavishing attention on them. She squirmed and moaned underneath him, rising up in anticipation as he drew down her stomach. She was smooth and velvety, and his tongue burned over her navel. He continued to work his way down, effortlessly ridding her of her jeans. His tongue found her sweet wet interior. She was deliciously excited, already on the brink of release. He was very careful, repeatedly bringing her so close, only to pull away and kiss her elsewhere until her heat had cooled.
He kissed the inside of her left thigh. She was writhing beneath him, panting and bucking her hips, begging him not to stop. He nipped her skin tenderly with his teeth. This was his way of punishing her. The only problem with his plan was the effect that she had on him. He was barely able to control himself, any longer and he would explode.
He grabbed her and pulled her up to him. Her cheeks were red, her lips and breasts were swollen from his kisses, and her skin was burning to the touch.
Kita was gasping for breath, never able to get sufficient air into her lungs. The sensitive mound between her legs was tingling with desire, and every movement was torture on her. Sasha was tormenting her, for some unknown reason to her he refused to grant her satisfaction, and she was wild with need.
He grabbed her by the hips and swung her around until her back was to him. She gasped sharply as he bent her over the edge of the bed, grabbing her hair in his hand again. She felt his hand slide between her legs, his fingers gently probing her hot, wet interior, and she jerked forward excitedly. With his right hand still tangled in her silky pale blonde hair he pulled her back, keeping her from jumping away from him. He nipped her shoulder, slipping his slick fingers around her left hip. His hand grasped her by the hip bone, and with a quick tug he pulled her backwards. In the same instant he came forward, impaling her upon his manhood. She cried out, pulling away from him in vain.
Sasha clenched his teeth. He couldn't hold his determination any longer. He rammed into her, feeling her soft round backside against him. She brought her hand down to massage herself, to ease the burning between her legs, but he pushed her hand away. She cried out in frustration, again bringing her hand to the burning desire between her legs as he continued to climb in and out of her.
Kita was near tears, she couldn't bear this. Her every move was a horrible suffering of pleasure without release. She was aching for fulfillment, but every time that she reached down he shoved her hand away. She was shaking,
absolutely trembling as he took her. She wanted to scream, the agony was so cruel.
"Please, Sasha,” She begged as he pressed her hips against him.
He drew her up to him, tenderly reaching around her to press her shoulder back into him as he whispered hotly into her ear, “Please what?"
"Please, please just let me...” she could hardly speak. Her mind was dizzy with want and need.
He nipped her ear with his teeth, pulling out of her slowly, “Please let you what?"
She cried out, “Please, just, oh, please..."
He thrust into her again, feeling her wrap around his fullness like a mold made for him alone, “Tell me that you'll never lie to me again, and mean it..."
"I'll never lie to you again,” She panted as he rocked against her, “I promise."
"Tell me that you'll never betray me..."
She was aching, wriggling impatiently, “I'll never ... I'll never betray you again, Sasha."
He reached down, gently rubbing her eager femininity, “just remember, Kita, every time that you wrong me this will be your punishment."
She nodded, reaching down with her hand again to finish what he had started. He softly pushed her hand away.
"Kita, pretty baby, let me be the one to please you..."
She cried out as he manipulated her flesh between his fingers, rubbing and probing as he thrust in and out of her from behind. He released her hair, wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders as he pressed her roughly back into him. His teeth tenderly bit down on her shoulder again, instinctively claiming her as he mated her. The sensation was the last little push that she needed to fall over the edge of the peak that they were climbing together. She cried out against his hand in a shudder of release just as she felt his hot essence exploded within her. His shaft pulsed, throbbing against her own excited sex, sending waves of pleasure rushing through her.
Kita trembled in his arms, shaking with the power of the climax. She had never felt so safe, so fulfilled, and so absolutely perfect.
Sasha released his hold on her, slowly withdrawing his spent member from her. He turned her to face him, kissing her gently. She was limp in his arms, exhausted from struggling with him. He held her close, feeling the softness of her skin against his hard body while inhaling their intermingled scents on her.
He drew away from her, still holding her, “I'm sorry I had to do that,” He raised her hands, kissing the back of her knuckles sweetly, “but now you know what will happen if you wrong me again."
She pulled back, and faint amusement flashed in her blue eyes, “you say that as if I'll have many more opportunities to wrong you."
He smiled, as though he looked forward to it, “you will."
She shook her head sadly, “I won't. How long do you expect me to stay here for?"
He pulled her closer, and his sweet breath tickled her ear, “I plan on keeping you for a long time..."
CHAPTER 9
Kita paced the bedroom. It had been a week now since Sasha had “punished” her. He had made up for it numerous times though, making her body feel more alive and cherished than ever before. She had never known a man to be so gentle, and yet so commanding at the same time. It was maddening, the way that she had no control around him.
She had learned early that when it came to werewolf men be they Alpha's or subordinates, that they were easily pushed away. They hated to be challenged, especially by a woman, and when it came down to it they would rather avoid the offending woman before they would lower themselves to return the challenge. She had gotten good at challenging men, and since it was beneath them to even acknowledge her threat, they avoided her.
But Sasha didn't avoid her, no matter how often she tested him. He faced up to the challenge as if she was his equal, and she respected him for it. Strangely though, knowing that he never backed down made her want to do it more often.
She ran a hand absently through her hair. Sasha was different. He was so different from any man that she had ever met. He was still so unchanged, like the werewolves of ancient times. He wasn't caught up in politics, he didn't have to worry about the outside world, and his pack mates not only respected him, they loved him.
Where she was from an Alpha's position was never concrete, he was always ready to defend his status from ambitious subordinates willing to kill for it. But here, Sasha was never challenged, he would be the leader until he alone decided that he was no longer worthy of holding the title, and then, he would decide who would succeed him.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the door. He would be back before long. She could leave the room any time that she liked, but she always waited until dark to do it. Whenever she left the room she was being watched. The rest of the pack mates were curious. They wanted to know who she was, where she was from, and what her relationship to their Alpha was. They really didn't know how to take her. She wasn't a member here and she had no status here, and it made them all the more interested. On one occasion two of the younger girls had approached her. They fidgeted, shyly asking her who she was. When she told them ‘a friend,’ they had both giddily placed their hands over their mouths and raced off as if she had entrusted them with some forbidden secret.
They were a charming group, no doubt. Her heart ached in her chest just then. Sasha had everything that she would ever want here. He had a family that loved him, friends that would stand by him until their deaths ... and she was endangering them. Ramsey was too impatient, especially now that he knew that she was alive. And even worse, now that Sasha had refused to surrender her Ramsey would make this battle personal. He wouldn't be happy just to take her and leave. He wouldn't stop until he had killed Sasha, and maybe the rest of his pack.
She sighed. She had to leave, soon, before Ramsey could get his revenge. She couldn't tell Sasha, he didn't understand, and in typical Alpha fashion he would fight to keep what he wanted. He had made it clear that he wanted her, but that wasn't enough. If he was going to die for her he had better love her. He didn't love her, and lust wasn't worth dying for.
She walked to the door, leaning her ear against the heavy wood frame. Somewhere in the distance she heard Kiser's voice. As long as he was out there she wasn't going anywhere. She had to wait. She was almost certain that Sasha had told his Beta's to keep an eye on her. Whenever she left the room they were always aware of her. They weren't obvious about it, but through the years she had been followed by her fathers Beta's enough to know when she was being watched.
She listened patiently. Damn it, Kiser, leave before Sasha gets back, she thought anxiously. She didn't have a lot of time. She glanced at a clock on the wall above the fireplace. It was just past midnight. More time passed. Finally Kiser's voice trailed away along with his footsteps.
Kita silently turned the doorknob, noiselessly slipping into the hallway. Candlelight bounced off of the walls, splaying her shadow as she walked. She watched the black form uneasily, hoping that it wouldn't give her away. She tiptoed through the house, escaping attention even as she reached the front door. She looked over her shoulder. No one had seen her. She placed her hand on the latch, silently stepping out onto the porch steps.
It was a nice night. The last week had been unusually warm and much of the snow had melted, revealing patches of soft earth. She stepped down from the porch, grateful for the unseasonable weather as her bare feet struck the damp ground. She was wearing a borrowed pair of comfortable gray sweatpants and a black tank top. If the weather had been any colder she would have had to shift into her pelt just to keep from freezing.
She looked back at the house. Her stomach hurt with remorse. She would miss Sasha. She would never forget him. She almost turned back and went inside. Her heart wanted to, but her head overruled. She had to leave, for Sasha's sake, for his family's sake. She didn't deserve to have a man like Sasha risking everything he had to keep her safe.
Her feet crossed the cool earth as she trotted forward. The moon was full tonight, so at least she wouldn't be in total darkne
ss. She stretched her legs, covering more distance with longer strides. She had to get this over with before she changed her mind. She stopped, partially out of breath. Her stomach still hurt from her previous wound, and she wasn't as in shape as she should have been. She climbed over a large fallen conifer, moonlight streaming down through the empty hole in the sky to shine on her. The meadow wasn't too much further, or at least, she didn't think it was.
She dropped from the downed tree onto the ground, and just as she went to step forward her breath caught in her lungs. A black wolf was trotting by in front of her. He stopped suddenly, stiffening as he sniffed at the air. His head jerked sideways in her direction, and she tensed.
It wasn't Sasha. His mouth dropped open as his tongue lolled from his mouth in a smiling fashion. He turned to face her and she slid alongside the tree until the path was clear for her to bolt if necessary. She glared at him.
"Go away..."
He didn't, instead he hung his head and came closer, inching his way towards her with carefully placed footsteps. He looked like he was stalking her.
"I'm warning you,” She threatened, “if you don't let me go you're all in very real danger."
He raised his head. She could have sworn he was smirking. His jaw tipped, and a long howl echoed from his mouth.
She gasped angrily, “I don't know which one you are but you had better shut the hell up or I'm going to hurt you!"
His howl ceased and he eyed her, daring her to try it. Those eyes, she recognized them. Her gaze flew open in recognition and she stepped towards him.
"Micah, do you want me to bite you aga—” A sharp howl pierced the air to answer him before she could finish, and she cursed out loud, “shit!"
She stepped away. She could run, but Micah would outrun her. Another dark form trotted up beside him, it still wasn't Sasha, just another of his Beta followers. Her hand twitched anxiously. She could hear more footsteps in the shadows. Sooner or later one of these wolves would be Sasha, and he would be furious. She could strip and change into her pelt, hope like hell that she could outrun them, but she doubted she'd have the time.
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