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by Lynn Crain


  Gently, he pushed his tongue into her vagina and felt her clench around him. Raising his hands to her breasts, he squeezed and rasped his rough finger over her nipples, tugging as his tongue moved in and out of her body. Her body moved constantly under the torment he was providing. He could tell that every light, feathery touch was driving her crazy because her body’s movements were getting more and more frantic.

  “I think -- I think that’s close enough,” Cordy whispered and tried to pull away from him.

  He looked up at her. “Not yet,” he purred against her. “Not yet.”

  He replaced his tongue with his fingers and began a leisure descent of her body, stopping here and there to plant kisses along the way. The hard nub responded even more under the hard, firm strokes of his hand. Hovering over her, the heat from his body warmed them both and almost intimidated him with its flame-like quality.

  “You’re going to push me over the edge,” she breathed as sweat began to pour from her body.

  “One could only hope,” he answered and continued his lethal assault.

  He spread the lips of her pussy again and pulled at her clit, pushing her ever closer to orgasm. Though he didn’t want her over the edge, he wanted her close enough so that when he plunged into her, they would both fall into the abyss.

  Frantically, she grabbed at his clothes and pushed his shirt off his body. “I’m going to explode and you aren’t even undressed. Again.” She breathed heavily, obviously trying to maintain control of the situation. “I’m going to undress you now and I don’t care if you want it or not.”

  None too gently, she pushed him over onto his back, forcing his hand to disengage from her body. Little by little, she exposed more and more of his body to her caress. When she reached his pants, she acted surprised as she touched his jeans, the old-fashioned button-up kind. Smiling wickedly, she looked up at him. “Finally, something I can torture you with now,” she murmured.

  Unhurriedly, she laved his belly button with her tongue and went lower. She unclasped the first button and reached under the edge of fabric. Connor moved restlessly under her hand; emotions he never knew could exist began to float up to the surface. Another button and more of her tongue. God…she was going to drive him nuts. Finally, she got to the last button and looked up at him wickedly.

  “Do you want this fast or slow?”

  Chapter Nine

  Time stopped, balanced on the edge for just a moment before he could react. Finally, he grasped her hand and placed it on his rock-hard bulge. “What do you think?”

  She chuckled then and finished with the last button. “I’m going to make it slow just to torture you because of what you did to me,” she stated huskily, her warm voice reverberating over his skin.

  He didn’t care what she did as long as that luscious mouth touched his body. Anywhere and everywhere.

  “I know you’ve been suffering. I know it’s taken everything you have not to touch me.” She gently kneaded his balls, drawing a groan from his aching body.

  What she said was true. He had been suffering. He wanted her to want him with the passion he felt and that took time. “Touch me,” he breathed. “Touch me before I make you.” He gently urged her hand to clasp his engorged penis. Her touch elicited a harsh sigh as she stroked up and down. This was what he had waited for; this was what he wanted.

  Looking down, he could see her looking at him, rubbing her fingers over the dark purple, mushroom top, slick with precum. Her fingers rubbed the area back and forth, making his dick even harder and larger in the process. The woman was absolutely driving him crazy. Her touch was not tentative or even that gentle. Cordy knew what she wanted and was going to take it from him any way she could. But this wasn’t going to do for him. He wanted and needed more. A lot more.

  “Let me scoot back on the bed. I want you over me,” he whispered.

  Stopping her ministrations, she looked up. “Why?”

  “I’ve got to touch you, too,” he stated, his voice thick with need.

  “No. This one’s for you; the other will come later.”

  He groaned. This was going to be too much. He usually wouldn’t -- or couldn’t -- allow women to affect him this way. He might lose control.

  “I don’t care if you lose control. I don’t care if you become a wolf,” she whispered as if knowing his very thoughts.

  “But you would if it happened.” He could feel the chuckle on his body again.

  “Hardly. I’m in the same boat, you know.”

  And then it dawned on him. She hadn’t turned. “You didn’t turn that first time.”

  “Nope, buster, I didn’t morph. I don’t know why but I liked it.”

  “Was that the first time you ever…” He trailed off. He had no right to intrude, no right to ask her about her married life.

  “No. True, my husband and I knew how to make love without morphing. Whenever it came close to the intensity of what happened to me that first time with you, one of us would morph. It almost never could be helped. It was as if one lost their self in the other and couldn’t think beyond the primal moment.” She sat on the floor now, her hands working miracles on his body, each stroke elongated him, making him thicker, larger, and making him slick with his own juices.

  The hot, sensual way she touched him sizzled him to the very core of his being. It was going to be very, very hard for him to keep it together. As if seeing his dilemma, she put her mouth on his cock.

  “I plan to get you very, very close,” she whispered, continuing her teasing while keeping her gaze on him. “Then you can have your way with me.”

  She rolled her tongue on the underside of his cock, sliding up the length of it until she reached the head. Slowly, she slid her mouth over him, rubbing its top with her luscious tongue while pumping him with her hand. His balls practically groaned with want as her other hand began massaging their heavy weight. Her fingers swirled on other parts of his body, making him clench with need as she rimmed his anus.

  Never had a woman touched him the way this one did. And it just wasn’t the physical, she made him ache everywhere. Sucking one ball and then the other into her mouth nearly made him come undone. His body arched in pleasure.

  “God, woman, you know how to please a man,” he said, then groaned.

  She placed her mouth over the length of him, almost completely engulfing his penis, a nearly impossible task. He was large, he knew that from the women Rowan had him breed with or those he managed to charm himself. Nothing compared to the slick warmth he felt now. An animal craving took hold of him, something more guttural and primal than he had ever felt. He wasn’t going to last much longer if she continued stroking him with her tongue and mouth.

  “Cordy…please…Cordelia, please let me inside you.”

  Again, she chuckled and released him. Kissing his legs, his hips, squeezing his nipples, she slowly crawled up his body. “I don’t think I’ve tortured you enough,” she purred.

  His arms went around her and pulled her down to him. “Woman, you make it hurt so good but enough is enough.” His mouth found hers and his firm lips caressed hers, begging entrance into her honey-flavored orifice. It wasn’t long until her burning tongue waged an age-old dance with his. Cordy felt warm and soft as her curves teased every muscle in his body.

  Grabbing his tongue with her teeth, her gentle sucking action lasted a few moments before she allowed him to take it back. Her caring touch outlined his face paying special attention to his lips. “I like this face,” she whispered. Propping herself on her arms, she hovered over him, her weight a welcome distraction. Unhurriedly, as if she had all the time in the world, she straddled him.

  Connor surged up to meet her.

  “Uh-uh,” she gasped. ”I’m running the show and I’m telling you, it’s not time yet.”

  He stared at her, his gaze hot with desire. “Cordelia,” he growled. “It needs to be quick.”

  She ran the folds of her body over his cock, obviously taking what she could wit
hout letting him inside. “Do you know how good this feels?” She ground herself against him but still wouldn’t allow him to enter her. Rubbing him continuously, her slickness soon engulfed him as she began to moan. Leaning over him, she kissed him hard and raised her hips. “I hope you’re ready for this.”

  His cock spread her folds with a single motion and she hovered, poised there for what, he didn’t know. Unhurriedly, she lowered herself onto his body, inch by glorious inch until she had impaled herself on him completely. Rocking forward, she kissed him again and his cock slid out her body a few inches. Sliding back, he was completely in again. Out. In. Out. In. An erotic dance was being done between them, as their bodies writhed to a rhythm more ancient than time. He could hear their noises as she sluiced in and out of his body, the rocking heightening their senses even more.

  “Fuck me,” his raw voice rasped. “Fuck me like I’m the only man in the world.” He pulled her down to him and tongued her ear, relishing her sigh of delight.

  “You are the only man.” She pushed her hips down even harder on him and drew him in deeper into her warm cleft.

  Mindless with sensation, Connor pushed her up and roughly caressed her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. “I love your body.” He began to thrust unmercifully in his task; he moved as if he were chasing something he would never quite catch.

  Reaching down, she grasped his nipple and tweaked it hard. “Harder,” she moaned. “Harder and don’t stop.”

  His fingers dug into her ass as he lifted her hips from his cock. Up and down, in and out, he continued until a fine sheen of sweat broke out on him. Looking at Cordy through slit eyes, he knew she was just as close as he was. He shoved deeper and sat up as she gasped with pleasure. He could feel himself all the way to her womb, knowing he would plant his seed deep inside her. A fierce emotion gripped his chest. There could be a child. A child with his eyes and her hair. Again, he thrust, his cock stroking with a tempo against her pleasure spot, high within her body.

  Soon she bucked into him and moaned with what sounded like tormented delight at the pleasure he created within her. He ground his cock into her again and his entire body began to quake. Not yet, not yet, he pleaded with himself, managing to bring it down a notch. He plunged into her again and she clasped him to her, her body beginning to convulse around him.

  He reached to her wet slit and found her hard nub. Rubbing it, he wasn’t surprised when it grew at his touch. Connor circled the hard nub with his rough thumb, feeling her body tremble with her need. Stroking her, he wished he were a contortionist so that he could lick her while thrusting into her curvy yet hard body. Sensing once again that she was close, he stilled for a moment.

  “Damn you,” she whispered and pulled his mouth to her. She impaled herself one more time and gave in to the feeling, clamping down on him hard.

  Flipping her over, he bucked into her hard, feeling her tighten, and captured her scream with his mouth. Low keening sounds could be heard in her throat as she pumped him for all he was worth. One more thrust and he was dumping his jism deep within her, the pleasure throwing him over the edge of an abyss he never knew existed.

  He lay there for a moment, stunned. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He was falling for this woman and he knew it. He had to make her realize that he was more than her twenty-four/seven assignment. He was a forever assignment.

  “You’re getting heavy.”

  “Sorry,” he whispered and rolled to her side. “Stay with me.”

  She looked up at him with darkening violet eyes. “I can’t. Iain might wake up and wonder where I am.”

  “I’ll be able to hear him. Besides, would it be so bad if he caught us together?”

  She let out a long sigh and he could tell she was thinking. Thinking about them, thinking about a future that might never be if he couldn’t find out what the Betas were up to and how.

  “Connor, where do you plan for this to go?”

  He smiled down at her and pulled her fiercely against his side. “Shouldn’t I ask you that question?”

  “Connor…” she began.

  “This will go only as far as you allow it, Cordelia.” There, he had said it. Well, not quite, not really. He hoped that she could tell the depth of his feelings for her without him saying a word. He had never been this close to a woman for a long period of time. He knew what he wanted and she was it but still, until the plot of the Betas came to light, he would have to keep some emotional distance.

  “Connor,” she began again and caressed his chest. “I don’t know where we’ll end up. I know that there is something here that I haven’t felt in a long, long time. Are you willing to ride it out? To see what happens?”

  He sat there, stunned. She was giving him an out, a way to never have to declare his feelings for her. It was as if she knew he was waffling, not over her or how he felt but over a situation beyond their control “I believe I am, Cordelia Sinclair.”

  She smiled at him and drew lazy circles on his body. “There will be a lot of things to work out.”

  “Such as?” He needed her to tell him what she was thinking.

  “There’s Iain for one.” She watched his face carefully.

  In the three months he had been here, he had spent time with the boy. He knew from the moment he hadn’t been able to kill him that the child was special. “I don’t see the problem with your son, Cordelia.”

  “Many wolfen men wouldn’t be able to accept another’s child.”

  He chuckled. “I think we’ve already established that I’m not just another wolf. I’m different. We’re different.”

  She shook her head and laid it down on his shoulder.

  “Cordy, I don’t expect everything to be perfect right now. I don’t expect anything to be perfect until we get Rowan out of all of our lives.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I have this sense of impending doom. I don’t know how to get rid of it.”

  “We need to study the histories some more. Need to see if there’s something we’re missing.”

  “We’ve been over them more than once. Besides, I promised Iain that we’d go to the lake house so that he could play.”

  “You promised?”

  He snorted quietly, realizing he’d let the cat out of the bag so to speak. “I was going to surprise you tomorrow.”

  “We get to get out of here for a while?” She watched him and when he nodded his head affirmatively, she almost squealed with delight, putting her hand over her mouth quickly. “Oh, thank you, thank you. I was beginning to think the sun only shone through windows.”

  He mussed her hair. “You’re welcome. We’ll have to be extra careful. The Betas haven’t been on the radar really since I’ve been here and that in itself has me a little spooked.”

  “Let’s spar in the morning before we pack. All right?” She swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

  “Can’t you stay at least until first light? I’ll wake you.”

  He could tell the temptation was great when she sighed. “I really shouldn’t.”

  “Would it be so bad to sleep the whole night with me?”

  “Oh, no, Mr. Langford, it would not. And there lies the crux of the problem.”

  He watched her retreating back and felt his chest begin to burn. Rubbing it slightly he looked down, and nestled on his chest next to his left nipple was a heart with a sword in it. A mating mark. He had heard about them but never believed that he would possess one. He wondered briefly if she had one.

  Cordelia had one thing right, though; they couldn’t afford to be distracted by each other. Whatever was coming, it was coming with a vengeance and he could feel it in his bones.

  Chapter Ten

  Connor smiled down at the boy. He supposed most wolfen men did have trouble accepting another wolfen man’s child. But not him. He already loved this boy because he was Cordelia’s. He would always protect this child to the best of his ability. He thought of their talk last nig
ht after making love. He understood her concern.

  “Where are we going?” Iain asked in his childlike voice.

  “We’re going to the Langford family compound near the river.” Cordelia looked at her son lovingly.

  “Will there be other kids there?”

  “There may be but I don’t think so. I do know they have a huge playground they put in for special kids just like you.” Cordy held his hand tightly for a moment before relinquishing the duty to Connor.

  “Yup. I hear it’s wonderful,” Connor piped up.

  “You’ve never been there, Connor?” Iain turned crystal-clear blue eyes to him.

  This was one perceptive little boy. “No, I haven’t ever been there myself. This will be my first time, just like you. So we can experience it together.”

  The elevator lurched to a stop and the door opened slowly. Connor stepped out, taking Iain’s hand, followed by Cordelia with the overnight bags. They had walked about fifteen feet when Connor stopped suddenly and took a whiff.

  “Cordy, get back to the elevator,” he said as quietly as he could. He gently propelled the boy back toward his mother. Whatever he did, he couldn’t panic her or the boy.

  “What are you…Betas.” She looked frantically around trying to find them. Her stance was immediately defensive and she managed to back up against a wall, shoving Iain behind. “How do you think they got here?”

  “Doesn’t matter. You need to go…now!” He managed to jump back as a travel portal opened and Kill walked through.

  “Hello, brother.”

  “Kill.” Connor began to circle the man he once called brother. Frantically, he put out a mental call. Clarity, I need you all here now in the parking garage.

  What’s happening?

  We were leaving for the compound. I don’t know where Cordy and Iain are. They’ve disappeared. We stepped out of the elevator and they were here. Kill just came through a portal.

 

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