Leon locked his jaw to hold in his growl. At least with his jacket hanging to mid-thigh she was covered up more than she had been, and it masked some of that human’s stench still clinging to her skin.
“I highly doubt he would kill you, pip. Ground you until you’re ninety, maybe.”
His attempt at ill-advised humor fell flat, as Rebecca stopped pacing, and glared at him. Leon’s balls drew tight and his cock pressed painfully against his zipper, seeing that mutinous look on her. It suited her so much better than the lost look from earlier. She was just so fucking hot, and his, and fuck it.
“You don’t understand, this is a big deal. I mean it’s supposed to…oh, I mean. He’s never gonna forgive me for this, and if Heath blabs, and they come looking for you. Oh, shit, I’ve been so damn stupid.” Tears welled up in her eyes and she blinked them away, and ground to a halt. Rebecca slapped her hands flat on the seat of his bike, and groaned under her breath. Such a deep, earthy sound, that brought with it fantasies of her naked in just this position, tied over his bike, while he drove into her tight pussy and claimed her.
Jesus, he had to get his head back into the game. He couldn’t give into the wicked thoughts in his head, not here, not now anyway, and maybe never. Certainly not without her permission and her parents’ blessings. Besides, she was still far too young for the filthy things he wanted to do to her.
“You don’t need to worry about that weasel. My boys will be paying him a visit in the morning, after which he will keep his mouth shut.” That made her spin around and look up at him openmouthed.
“Your boys?” she asked and shook her head. “You’re gonna set some thugs on him? You can’t do that. How will that help anything at all, you….mumph.”
Her eyes widened when Leon wrapped a fist in her hair, yanked her head back, and put his large hand over her mouth. He would have preferred to shut her up by kissing her, but he couldn’t be sure he would be able to stop at just one kiss, so this was by far the safer option. He expected her to struggle, or to be afraid, but the opposite was true. Her body went limp, and all the fight went out of her, and his lion purred at the sweet scent of aroused woman in front of him.
Well, fuck him six ways till next Friday, if his feisty little pipsqueak didn’t respond to this show of his dominance beautifully. He never would have pegged her for a submissive, but her natural response was a heavy aphrodisiac indeed.
“Lover boy will simply be reminded that if he blabs, as you put it, to anyone about what transpired here tonight, he will be the one who comes off looking far worse. Taking an innocent girl up against the tree and then leaving her to fight off a wild beast by herself.” His lips kicked up in a grim smile, as she tried to get free, and he tightened his hold on her hair. Not enough to truly hurt, just enough to remind her who was the boss here, and her breathing sped up.
He nuzzled her nose with his, and she whimpered under his hand.
“Not that there was a wild beast. That was all a figment of his drug-fuelled imagination. Come to think of it, the cocaine they will also find on his person will be enough to put him in prison, unless he keeps quiet, so I really don’t think that poor excuse for a human male will talk, do you?”
Rebecca blinked twice and he smiled and released her.
“Now, that we have that cleared up, be a good girl, get on that bike, and shut up. I’m tired, and hungry, and give me some credit. Like I said earlier, if you actually listened to me, I’m taking you home to mine, and you can ring your parents from there to put their mind at rest. What you tell them is up to you. I would suggest the truth, because your father will smell him all over you.” He put his finger over her lips when she looked as though as she was going to interrupt him, and shook his head at her.
“Not. A. Word.”
Rebecca paled and nodded, and Leon nodded just once when she scrambled on the back of his bike. A muffled yelp escaped her when her bare pussy made contact with the cold leather seat, and he grinned to himself. Her knickers lay in tatters over by that damn tree, which meant there was nothing between her and his bike. Leon took it off its stand, started the engine, swung his leg over the tank, and revved the motor. Another shriek into his shoulder blades was his response and reaching back with one hand, he yanked Rebecca forward until he could feel the hard points of her nipples dig into his back. Her pale thighs rested either side of his, and she curled her fists into the fabric of his shirt, as she brought her arms round to grab hold of him.
“That’s my girl. Now, let’s get you out of here.”
* * * *
The ride that followed was the most exhilarating time ever. Rebecca was no stranger to motorbikes. After all, her father was not only a Protector, and Alpha of his pack, but also leader of the Mongrels. The MC had once been at war with the Lupines, but that had been long before Rebecca’s time. Now, both MCs happily coexisted, and shifters and humans alike welcomed the men in their midst. Still, nothing could have prepared her for sitting on the back of Leon’s bike. His skill in handling the heavy machine meant that Rebecca relaxed into the sensations. Spooned behind his big warm body, he acted as her very own windbreaker, and she felt small and utterly feminine, and incredibly horny.
The vibrations the bike created against her bare pussy were far too pleasurable, and it wouldn’t take much for Rebecca to allow herself to tumble into a sweet release. Nothing but the bone-deep awareness of the man she clung to like a monkey, that was. He would notice, and she would die of embarrassment. Lord only knew what he must think of her already. She had acted like a hoyden tonight, after all, and this new and exciting Leon she’d glimpsed when he insisted she come home with him…well she had no idea what he would do.
He was not the Leon she remembered, and her heart fluttered faster. It had been so goddamn sexy him taking charge like that. She couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to him in the years she hadn’t seen him. Somehow, the boy she used to joke around with had grown into a man. He simply oozed dominance, leashed power, and aggression out of his very pores, and Rebecca couldn’t help but respond to him. How different would tonight have been, had Leon managed to come to her party? She never would have gone through with this foolish plan, because Heath looked like a simple boy next to Leon. There was no way she could manipulate Leon as easily.
And you did such a great job with Heath, right?
The little devil on her shoulder mocked her, but Rebecca was honest enough with herself to admit that she had fucked up big time. So much for her protestations that she could look after herself, instead she had acted like a spoiled brat, putting both herself and the community in danger. Rebecca screwed her eyes shut to stop the tears of shame that threatened to escape. Damn it, she never cried, and tonight she’d cried buckets. She let herself down, and the people she loved most in this world. How was she ever going to look her father in the eye again? He would be so disappointed, too, and Mum… a sob escaped her, and the broad back she clung to tensed, as though Leon had heard that. Maybe he had, even over the noise of the motorbike. Shifters had super-sensitive hearing after all, and despite her best efforts, she was soaking the back of his shirt with her useless tears. While they were on a straight bit of road, Leon gave her knee a light squeeze as though to reassure her, and she smiled through her tears. Maybe he didn’t hate her after all. He certainly wanted her, so that was something. Maybe she could convince him to have sex with her tonight, and then she wouldn’t have to own up to her dad. Surely Leon’s scent would overlay everything else? Her insides clenched in need at the mere thought of having sex with the lion shifter, and she bit back a moan when they went off road and the bike juddered over a cattle grid.
All too soon everything stopped, and the silence was deafening as Leon switched off his bike and squeezed her leg again.
“Off you get, pip, this is me.” He yanked the bike on its stand and swung his leg over the fuel tank again to get off, and then stood towering over her.
Rebecca tried to move, but her legs didn’t seem to w
ant to cooperate, and she swallowed hard to get her mouth to work. She was on her own, truly on her own with him, in front of his house. Not that she hadn’t been on her own with him before, but she’d never been taken to his place. The charming cottage looked to be a similar size to her parents’ and she could see old motorbikes in various parts of disassembly through the open barn doors at the side of his property. A charming lake made the backdrop picture perfect pretty.
“If you’ve changed your mind and would rather I take you back to your parents’ place, I can do that.” Leon’s deep voice held the distinctive growl of his animal, and forced her gaze back to his. She shook her head, and he smiled and held out his hand.
“Off you get then. There’s a shower with your name on it, girl, and I’m sure I can find you something more decent to wear than that.”
The brief flash of heat in his gaze as he looked her up and down, belied the inherent criticism in those words, and Rebecca offered him a wan smile.
“I left my other clothes in Melissa’s car, and oh…she’ll be wondering where I am, too, and, oh shit, I bet Mum and Dad are giving her hell right now. I should be home already, and—”
Just like before his hand on her mouth stopped her torrent of words, and with one arm round her waist he lifted her clean off the bike. He smiled at her muffled shriek of surprise behind his hand, and she grasped his massive biceps for support, as he slowly put her down. The muscles bunched under her fingertips, and she drew in a breath, when he whispered in her ear.
“Breathe, baby. It will be okay. We’ll sort this out somehow. Just let me take care of you now.” His hold on her gentled as he said those words and Rebecca shut her eyes, and let his strength flow through her. Her nostrils filled with his delicious scent. It wasn’t cloyed with expensive aftershave like Heath’s had been. No, his was earthy, spicy, with a hint of clean sweat, and made her want to stay in his arms forever. A most curious sensation, considering Rebecca’s fight for independence. This was exactly what she didn’t want, wasn’t it? To be taken care of, to submit to the superior male?
Hadn’t that been the whole reason for her hare brained scheme tonight? To have sex on her terms, to try and cheat the fates? A sigh escaped her, and she forced herself to let go of his broad chest. She hadn’t even noticed that her hands had been mapping out his torso, and Leon growled low in his throat, stepped away from her, and headed toward his front door.
She followed on wobbly legs, and breathed a sigh of relief when the warmth of his hallway enveloped her. His scent was everywhere, just as potent and masculine as it was when she was in his arms, and her eyes widened when she caught sight of herself in the hallway mirror.
Dark mascara streaks ran down her face, her lipstick was smeared, and her hair a complete mess. Through the gap of his leather jacket, she could see her bra. Half torn, it barely covered her nipples and she gasped and hastily yanked the jacket together when Leon filled the space behind her. He brought his arms round her, and putting his hands over hers, rested his head on top of hers.
“Don’t even think about it. Shower is the first door in front of you, when you reach the landing. I’ll leave some clothes for you outside, and rustle us up a hot drink and a snack. Once you’ve washed that fucker’s stench of you, we’ll make those phone calls.” He smiled grimly when she just stared at his reflection. She could almost see his lion prowl under his skin, and the hard rod poking her backside left her in no doubt what that animal intended to do. What the man would do, however, she had no idea. At least he didn’t seem disgusted with her, so maybe she could salvage this after all. She gave an experimental wiggle with her hips, and Leon tensed, and stepped away from her.
The slap to her ass stung, and she spun round to glare at him.
“Ouch, what was that for?” she asked and swallowed hard when Leon crossed his arms over his massive chest and simply stared her down. Try as she might she couldn’t hold his gaze, and she dropped it to his chest. Not that the view was much better, because it simply brought home to her how much bigger, and damn hot he was. It also drew her gaze downward to the heavy bulge in his groin. She could swear that was getting bigger as she couldn’t help but stare at it.
“Don’t mistake me for one your boys. I’m not that easily manipulated, girl.”
That quiet statement brought her head up, and he nodded.
“Don’t think I can’t read you, pipsqueak. I’m not sure what your game was tonight, though I have my suspicions, and if they’re correct, then…” He let his words trail off. His jaw locked and he looked so furious that she took several steps back until her back made contact with the wall. Right now, she was reminded of the dangerous animal he had inside, and while she didn’t think he would hurt her, a sliver of fear crawled down her spine and made her shiver.
He noticed, of course. That blasted man didn’t seem to miss a thing, and when he smiled, the sight of his elongated canines gave her renewed palpitations. She licked her dry lips, and time stood still as his gaze dropped to that action and he closed the space between them, until he filled her vision completely. Even with her heels she still had to look up, and a gasp escaped her, when he grabbed her wrists and brought them up high above her head. The action meant the jacket gaped open and all of her was exposed to his gaze.
Her breathing grew labored and lord help her she grew wet again. So much so, that she could feel the trickle of moisture slide down her inner thigh, as though she was some heroine in a damn romance novel. They might be her guilty pleasure, but to find herself reacting so to Leon was mortifying and so arousing, she wanted to jump him right there.
Leon’s nostrils flared and he dipped his head and inhaled next to her ear. Rebecca whimpered and his lion purred as Leon ran those lethal teeth up and down her neck with just enough pressure to send every nerve ending into spasms of delight. Rebecca ought to push him away, she knew that, but, instead, she rubbed her breasts into his chest, and tried her damnedest to get closer to him. Not that he let her. He had her so effectively pinned that she was helpless and that thought turned her on even more.
This whole scenario was what she was trying to avoid, wasn’t it? So, why then was her body screaming at her to submit. She didn’t want him to bite her, did she?
Before she could come up with a conclusion to that question, Leon pulled away, and studied her from under hooded lids. Again she got the distinct impression that she was his prey ready for the taking, and his next words confirmed that.
“My lion might want you, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to take you up on the invitation your body sends me.” He shook his head at her when she opened her mouth to protest, and she hastily shut it again. “Good, don’t even try and deny it, girl. I can smell how wet you are for me, how much you want my cock, don’t you?”
He dipped his knees and rocked his denim-clad erection into her mound, and Rebecca moaned at the friction he created. Transferring both her wrists into one of his large hands, he ran the other hand slowly down her side, until he reached her ass. He massaged one cheek, and then grabbed her thigh and pulled it up and round his hips, not once breaking eye contact with her. The move brought the heat of his cock right up against her pussy, and she cried out when he rubbed himself against her with slow measured thrusts designed to send her insane. Her breathing sped up, and her pussy muscles clenched and released as her arousal built in waves.
“So fucking responsive to me, sweet girl.” The growled words sounded almost desperate, and his control broke when she whimpered and tried to meet his thrusts.
“Please, I…”
With a growl to shake the cottage, he released her wrists, and bringing up her other leg, thrust into her groin, while burying his head in the crook of her neck. The friction between her legs increased to unbearable levels, and when Leon pulled back, slid his fingers through her slit, and flicked her clit, Rebecca screamed. Her orgasm tore through her, and with her own hands clasped behind his neck, she gave herself over to the demands of her body, as she shamelessly
rubbed herself all over him, and rode out the shivers and trembles.
By the time the last aftershocks had finally abated, and she became aware of her surroundings again, Leon had put her back down on the floor. Eyes glowing, muscles bulging, he watched her. He made a terrifying sight, and she swallowed nervously when she glanced at his groin. Heat flared into her cheeks, seeing the wet stain she had left behind on his jeans, not to mention the long, thick evidence of his cock. It strained against the material, and despite the orgasm he had just given her, her pussy clenched anew. What would it feel like to have him inside of her, stretching her, filling her?
She made a move toward him, but the growl of his lion stopped her.
“Don’t. Get upstairs and have that shower, girl.”
“But?” Rebecca stalled for time, and he grew even taller. “What about you?” she whispered. “That can’t be comfortable, and I could—”
“No.” The curt answer stung, as did the way he turned his back on her and stalked off. “That shouldn’t have happened. Go shower, woman, and then we’ll sort out this fucking mess you’ve landed us in.” Leon banged the door he just walked through shut behind him, and Rebecca burst into tears.
Chapter Five
Fuck it all to hell and back six times over. Leon rested his head on the door and barely resisted the urge to slam his fists into the wall. If he didn’t think she’d hear him, he bloody well would have. The pain of bruised knuckles would be a welcome distraction from the pain in his cock, and most importantly the ache in his soul.
If he needed any confirmation that Rebecca was his mate, then what had just happened confirmed the connection between them. What’s more her responses proved that she felt it, too. She might be fighting it, and she might be confused by her body’s needs, but…fuck. He so wanted to go to her, take her in his arms, and tell her that all would be well, but he couldn’t do that.
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