Act of Passion

by Mandy M. Roth

  She reached back and ran her hand over his thigh. “I thought you used me. That you played a game with me.”

  “Gods no,” he said, pressing his lips to her shoulder again, his cock nudging at the cleft of her ass. “Tell me how to do this, how to give you what your body needs.”

  A sultry laugh came from her. “Malik, you just have to fuck me.”

  He moved her hair away from her neck and smiled against her skin before nipping it playfully. “I think I can handle that.”

  She knew he could.

  He took hold of her wrists and lifted her arms above her head, pressing her palms to the wall before her. He rubbed against her and used one hand to stroke himself. Then he pressed the head of his cock to her wetness and lifted one of her legs enough to raise her body off the ground slightly.

  Malik pushed his cock into her pussy and Brooke moaned, trying to move her body to counter his move, but the way he had her held and pressed to the wall, she couldn’t move. He was in total control of the situation. He pushed in all the way and she gasped.

  “Malik,” she whispered.

  He kissed the spot he’d bitten years ago. “Brooke,” he said his voice deep. “Give me this. I need to sate the beast.”

  “Yes,” she returned.

  Suddenly, he was moving at an inhuman speed, in and out of her, being far more sexually aggressive than he’d been five years prior. And she loved it. Loved him thrusting into her so hard and fast that her breasts pressed into the wall. She used her hands to keep from being totally flatted against the wall and to push back at Malik, wanting more.

  Her toes began to tingle and tiny shockwaves of pleasure began to work their way up her body, heading to her core. The darker side of her that craved sex and sexual energy came out to play, soaking in what Malik was giving her. It too wanted more.

  He gasped and fucked her harder, seeming as if he’d drive himself right through her. Or push them both through the wall. Her power built. As it did, Malik’s rhythm began to waver.

  He lifted her leg higher, and in turn, lifted her higher as well. “W-What is that?”

  Sweat slicked her skin lightly as he pummeled her body with his, making her power wrap around him, filling her with what she needed. “Sorry. Can’t control it.”

  Growling, he pushed in deep and held, but she knew he wasn’t coming yet. “It feels so fucking good.”

  “Mm, I know,” she murmured with a lazy smile.

  He pulled out of her slowly, teasing her, making her whimper before he shoved in deep again with a growl. As he drew out of her painfully slow once more, she hit at the wall, wanting more.

  “Please,” she begged. “I need this.”

  He licked her shoulder and then gave it a tiny kiss before he began pounding like a piston into her.

  Brooke cried out loudly as pleasure raced through her. She tried to pull off him, her orgasm that strong. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen and her first response was to run from it. Malik didn’t let her. He kept going, kept thrusting into her. Her entire body spasmed. She cried out again and he roared, slamming into her, jetting seed into her.

  Her body ate up the energy around them. She hadn’t felt this good in years.

  Malik’s body twitched as he remained in her, continuing to come.

  “Malik?”

  His whole body trembled. “My sweet, it’s been a long for me. Sorry.”

  “Sorry? I want to do that again,” she said with total sincerity.

  He chuckled, his body starting to calm. He eased out of her with great care and then turned her to face him. He lifted her again and kissed her mouth, making love to it as he carried her to the bed and laid her out on it. He eased up alongside of her, facing her as he pinned her to his frame.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Malik held his mate in his arms, afraid to move for fear that he’d learn it was all a dream. That she wasn’t with him, that he didn’t have the most beautiful daughter in all the world, and that he was alone once more.

  Brooke kissed one of his tattoos. “That was amazing.”

  “Yes, it was,” he said, running his hands into her long hair. “I’m not sure I can stand. My legs are still shaking from it all.”

  She laughed and bit lightly at his chest. “Bet you say that to all the girls.”

  He tensed. “Brooke.”

  “Yes?”

  “I’ve not been with another woman since I was with you in Egypt,” he offered. “When Boomer said as much, he was right. I explained I bound myself to you. That means you’re it for me for the rest of my days. You are the only woman I will ever want. You’re my wife in the eyes of the supernatural world.”

  She glanced up at him. “You haven’t had sex in five years?”

  “No. Well, I’ve masturbated. That doesn’t really count,” he said.

  She kissed his chest and laughed softly. “You really want us to stay with you here for a bit?” she asked.

  He caressed her back. “I want you to stay with me forever.”

  She slid out of the bed and went into the bathroom, leaving him lying there, unsure if she was staying or if she’d want to go. It wasn’t safe for her or Bethany to be out in the world unprotected with Elm and Johnson still unaccounted for. If he had to, he’d shadow them to assure they were safe and well—even if it meant he’d forever have to follow behind her.

  He’d do that for her.

  For his daughter.

  Pride welled in him as he thought of Bethany. Over the course of the week she’d been living with him, he’d gotten to know her. She was funny and so very bright. She was also incredibly intuitive. James wanted to look at her, in an attempt to figure out what The Corporation had done to her in utero, but Malik couldn’t stand the idea of her being subjected to any testing, even if it was painless.

  The very idea that Brooke might want to take his daughter far from him was like being stabbed in the gut. Already Malik had missed so much time with her. He didn’t want to miss another day.

  While he’d never imagined himself a father, he now couldn’t imagine her gone from his life.

  Brooke emerged from the bathroom and walked towards the bed, her naked form making his cock harden instantly. He pulled a pillow over his groin but found he couldn’t tear his gaze from his mate. She was even more beautiful than she’d been when he’d first met her. All he wanted to do was get lost in her again. To feel her wrapped around him and to know she wasn’t ever going to leave him.

  Brooke sat on the edge of the bed. “Can I see Gram?”

  The moment the words left her mouth, his desire was doused. She wanted him to take her to her ex-lover? She was going to leave him.

  A slight nod was all he could manage.

  “Thank you.”

  He looked away.

  She traced her hand over his leg. “Malik.”

  He looked at her and knew he was about to do the one thing he hated to do—he was going to cry.

  “I need to make sure he’s okay and I need to tell him something,” she said, still tracing her hand up and down his leg. “He should hear it from me that we’re going to be a family. He shouldn’t hear that from anyone else.”

  It took Malik a moment to wrap his mind around what she was saying. “You’re not leaving me for him?”

  “No,” she said, sliding her hand under the pillow and touching his cock. “When you asked me to marry you and move in with you years ago, I wanted that. I wanted to be with you. I didn’t know why. I get it now. We’re supposed to be together, right?”

  “Yes. A mate is the other half that makes a supernatural whole. You make me feel whole,” he confessed. “Without you, I’m empty inside.”

  She moved up and over him, her lips finding his. Her kiss was hot and branding. He slid his hands through her hair and held her face to him, returning the kiss. He made a move to slide the pillow out from between them and Brooke laughed as she stopped the kiss.

  “Malik, we need to go downstairs. Our daughter i
s currently at an incredibly impressionable age and she’s with Striker.”

  When she put it that way, he cringed.

  She laughed more. “And besides, we need to discuss some form of birth control or we’ll have another child to add to the mix before you know it.”

  He thought about how he’d released in her, filling her beyond the brink with his seed. The very idea of planting his seed in her again excited him. He wanted a life with her. A big family. Everything.

  She kissed his cheek quickly and then eased off him, leaving him too hard to move with any kind of ease. “If I wanted to return the claim, how would I do it? Would I have to bite you during sex too?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know. For me, it was instinctual. I did what felt natural. My body took the lead and I simply followed.”

  “I thought I’d hurt you,” she said softly. “When we were having sex, I felt this overwhelming urge to let go of what I can do. To let it be totally free. I was scared of hurting you so I held tight to it. Was that my body trying to return the claim?”

  He sat up slowly, his body stiff, his erection still in full force. “More than likely, yes. But we won’t know exactly what you are until James’s test results come back.”

  “Edee can tell you what I am. She memorized our charts while we were being held. All I wanted to know was if what they did hurt my baby. I didn’t care about me.”

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he said, meaning every word of it.

  She nodded. “I know.”

  Malik toyed with her breast. “I understand that you don’t feel for me what I feel for you, but Brooke, I would like a chance at being a mate to you and a father to Bethany.”

  She slid up and over him again, licking his thigh on the way up his body. She lifted his cock and licked it as well, making him harden once again in the blink of an eye. “Brooke?”

  She caressed his erection lightly. “I can’t let you in again and then not be with you for five years. Do you understand that?”

  He pushed her hair back from her face. “My sweet, I can’t be away from you for a minute. I more than get it.”

  She slid her mouth over his cock head and Malik’s body instantly strained. His lion wanted to peek out. He didn’t let it. Brooke moved her mouth down his shaft, taking him to the back of her throat.

  He nearly lost it then and there. “My sweet.”

  Her head bobbed up and down on his cock and she drove him mad with pleasure. The same energy he’d felt five years ago began to emanate from her. He eased in and out of her and all he could think about was being buried to the hilt in her pussy once more.

  Surrendering to the pull, Malik grabbed for Brooke and lifted her before lining up with her wet core and driving himself into her while he yanked on her shoulders.

  She moaned loudly as she tipped her head back. Her power ran through him more, letting him know it was coming—they were going to fully bond.

  Malik took hold of her hips, thrusting into her, grunting like a wild animal. He didn’t care how he sounded. He wanted to fully join to her. He wanted to know he was her husband. That they’d never be apart again.

  Brooke’s jaw dropped and she met his gaze. “M-Malik, something is happening…deep inside.”

  “Don’t fight it,” he said, on the verge of coming.

  Brooke’s olive-green eyes swirled with icy blue a moment before she dipped her head, putting her lips close to his. “Mine.”

  His beast rushed up, pushing through the surface, making his mouth change shapes. “Mine,” he returned, grabbing her and drawing her down on him before biting her neck.

  Suddenly, his body felt as if an electric charge went through it. Everything on him hummed with pleasure and it felt as if hundreds of thousands of webs were being woven between them.

  He took hold of her hips and began pumping up and into her with a speed that was far from human. She cried out in his arms and he released his mouth’s hold on her neck, licking the spot at once and swallowing down her blood. She came and he followed quickly behind her. The moment he released, the threads between them snapped in place, leaving him no doubt they’d completed the ritual. They were a fully bonded pair.

  Husband and wife.

  His lion curled up deep within, totally and completely content for the first time in his entire life.

  Brooke kissed him tenderly. “Is it done?”

  “Yes,” he said, unable to stop himself from starting to move in her again. “My sweet, if we don’t get out of this bed right this second, we might never get out of it.”

  “Can we shower fast, spend time with Bethany, and can I please see Gram?” she asked, staying on him. “I have to see him. I need to know how he’s doing.”

  “I know, love,” he said, his jealousy over her with Gram lessened now that she was his wife in every sense of the word. He slapped her butt cheek playfully and then growled, barrel rolling her, leaving him on top. “Mmm, woman, I love you so much.”

  She smiled up at him and he realized she’d yet to tell him she loved him too. While it stung, he understood why. He withdrew from her and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll shower in the bathroom next to this one. If I don’t, I’m not going to be able to stay out of you.”

  She laughed as he rolled off her and stood, his legs nearly going out from under him. “Woman, you have got to stop making my legs shake after sex. It’s going to take away from my manly vibe.”

  Brooke laughed so hard she was silent.

  Malik chuckled as he grabbed his pants, throwing them on quickly for fear he’d step out of the bedroom and his daughter be near. That or Striker would start talking about measuring contests again.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Brooke held Malik’s hand as he entered a large gaming room. There was a giant big-screen television playing a family-friendly movie. A sectional that looked custom made because of its enormity was in the center of the room. Striker was on it, along with Edee and Bethany.

  Edee was asleep on the large sofa with Bethany tucked against her, while Striker sat with his feet propped on a huge ottoman. The other men were gone, replaced by Armand and Auberi, who were sitting at a bar along the far side of the room.

  Brooke went to get Bethany to put her to bed, but Striker shook his head. “Let the wee one sleep. She’s nae hurting anything where she is. I’ll sit with them both and watch over ’em until morning.”

  Auberi lifted a drink. “We explained we would, since we’re nocturnal and all, but the stubborn Highlander who looks like he spent the night in a French whorehouse thinks vampires aren’t sufficient bodyguards.”

  Armand laughed and eased off a stool. He was dressed as he always was, as if he’d just come from an important board meeting of some Fortune 500 company. His long black hair was down tonight. He stopped just shy of hugging her and sniffed the air.

  “You’ve mated,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. “Good.”

  “You’re not mad?” she asked, afraid he’d be upset because he’d always seemed supportive of the relationship she had with Gram.

  “You’ve mated yourself to a powerful, honorable man I consider a friend. I could ask for nothing more,” he said, drawing her into his arms.

  “Have you seen Gram?” she asked, worried for her friend.

  Armand nodded, his gaze flickering to Auberi.

  Auberi neared her. “We have him in a medically induced coma to speed his healing process. His burns were severe. In addition, he took a great deal of shrapnel, as well as suffered numerous broken bones. From what we’ve been able to piece together, he basically took the entire force of the exploding back end of the house. It was Bethany who told us as much. She said her Uncle Gram knew there was going to be a big boom and he turned with her, taking her to the floor and covering her with his body.”

  Brooke teared up. “Will he be okay? Will he heal fully?”

  “With time, yes,” said Auberi. “For now, he rests. Though, I’m sure he will like hearing your voice. I,
like some others, believe he can indeed hear you if you were to talk to him.”

  She looked towards Bethany’s sleeping frame. “I want to see him, but I’m terrified to take my eyes off her. I’m afraid The Corporation will come for her again.”

  Auberi chuckled. “They would never dream of setting foot upon this property. For one, it has state-of-the-art security. For two, the alpha within is thousands of years old. He can and will kill them with ease. They know as much.”

  Brooke’s jaw dropped. “He’s how old?”

  Malik groaned. “Uh, about that.”

  She stared at him and then sucked in a big breath. “Tut is right. Great, my husband is basically a reanimated mummy.”

  Auberi laughed and then went to Malik, drawing him into a hug. “Congratulations, old friend. May your union be blessed with many more children and a life of love. Now, take her to PSI so she can see her ex-boy toy. Try not to eat anyone while she’s doing it.”

  Malik shoved him lightly. “You’ll stay to watch over the girls?”

  “Of course, until this Elm is dealt with, we’ll keep extra security on your home and your loved ones.” Auberi turned to Brooke and shocked her by hugging her tight. He put his lips to her ear. “He has never given his heart to another. Take care of it. And please don’t make us cancel poker nights.”

  She laughed and squeezed him gently. “I’ll take care of it, and I’d never dream of canceling poker night. But you should know, tea parties are apparently a thing here and no one is spared. If you’re invited in, don’t eat the cookies and do your own makeup.”

  He stiffened. “Noted.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Malik stood just outside Gram’s hospital room. PSI had a medical facility that was lightyears ahead of what was available to humans. Often, medications and new medical techniques were developed within the walls of PSI and refined for use on humans.