Repeating the pattern calmed her.
Now she could add Mac to the list.
It ticked her off. After years of relying on herself, his presence alone calmed her. Chocolate peanuts she could handle. A big, possessive werewolf that she didn’t know if she could trust – not so much.
Sela relied on herself, she trusted herself and she took pride in that. Sela, and Sela alone, had been responsible for keeping herself alive and free, all these years. No one else.
Until Mac.
He had no issues with her power. He didn’t regard her as a freak. He claimed her as his mate. A mate he craved.
If she trusted him and he betrayed her . . . I don’t think I could recover from that one. Damn, but I’m a mess.
A chocolate peanut dropped to the ground.
And I’m shaking.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Her hands stopped shaking. Grumbling beneath her breath, she stooped to rescue her cure all anti-panic pill.
She rammed her head into something hard on the way back up. Mac grunted. The man moved like a ghost. Or a wolf stalking its prey.
“Careful.” Mac caught her shoulders, steadying her. “That was a little too close for comfort.”
Sela shifted. She bumped her nose against a very firm object.
“Ah,” Mac growled. “That’s more like it.”
Sela drew back. Huh? She knew that husky tone in his voice all too well. He’d been right on top of her the last time she’d heard it. Sela focused on his jeans. He . . . Holy Hannah! Her nose perched about two inches from Mac’s cock. His fully erect cock.
Her eyes widened. She hadn’t been this close before. He’d pounced on her before she could lick her way down his stomach. She breathed in. She could smell him through his jeans, slightly musky, woodsy and very male. Her male.
She clenched her thighs in response. Last time, she hadn’t been able to touch him and explore him. Last time, they hadn’t enjoyed any foreplay. Last time, she . . . hadn’t had an orgasm because the mangy werewolf was so bad at sex.
Sela straightened abruptly.
“Ah, Lupa, I could almost feel your tongue on me. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?”
She sniffed at his playful tone.
“I’d be happy to return the favor. Hell, I’ll go first.”
Return the favor? Did he mean . . .?
Mac picked her up and set her down on the rock. He unbuttoned her jeans. Sela gulped. He did mean.
Not good, not good. I haven’t had time to buy him a book.
In the bathroom though, he hadn’t needed a book. She’d screamed only in pleasure.
He eased her zipper down. The soft hiss sent shivers down her spine. Mac’s eyes glowed amber light. The beast pawing at the cage. Sela moaned.
No. No. Remember the pain. Focus on the pain. Bad at sex.
She grabbed his hand to stop him.
“I can’t wait to get my tongue on you,” Mac growled. “In you. My mate.”
She gasped at his words. Warm moisture flooded through her. If she didn’t act soon, as in right now, she wouldn’t get a chance to.
Mac slid his hand inside the opening of her jeans. His fingers brushed the top of her panties. He stroked back and forth along the lace, feathering her skin with whisper soft touches.
Her stomach muscles clenched, she arched upwards. Ah, Hannah, I really should stop him.
Mac snuck his fingers under the lace, lightly rubbing. Sela moaned. His barely there touch sensitized her skin, nerve endings tingling, awakening in delight and greedy for more.
He slid his hand down, in one bold stroke. He cupped her completely, fingers resting on her folds, palm pressing right on her clitoris.
Expecting him to woo her with gentle touches, sneak around her defenses, his sudden aggression took her by surprise.
“Ah, Lupa, you are so wet,” he growled.
Already? More wet heat flooded through her at his words.
“Hmm, you like me touching you, talking to you.” He parted her, a finger probed at her entrance. “Will you like this even more?”
He thrust his finger inside as far as he could go. Sela unconsciously tensed, expecting pain, but found only the most delicious pleasure. She gasped. Mac pulled back, her inner muscles tightened, unwilling to let him go.
“I can feel you clenching around me,” he hissed. He pulled his finger out completely.
“No, wait!” Cripes, what happened to stop? Ah, who cared? This is what she felt the first time, this crazy, heady maelstrom of need and desire.
“Don’t worry, Lupa.” Mac took her hands and placed them slightly behind her. He pressed her shoulders back. Her hands and arms took most of her weight. “I won’t disappoint you this time.” Mac cupped her hips. He squeezed her for a moment before lifting her, yanking her jeans and panties down and off.
He settled her hips back onto the sun warmed, rough rock. He gripped her thighs and spread her wide. “You’ll get what you need this time and so will I.”
Sela squinted against the sun. She planned to hold him to his promise. If she didn’t get a screaming, world exploding, absolutely amazing orgasm this time, he would not get another chance.
“Right now, I need to feel you holding and clenching around me.” Mac sank two fingers in deep. Sela instinctively tightened. They both groaned.
“So tight, so wet.” Mac purred. “So perfect.”
Mac pumped his fingers slowly back and forth inside her. Sela arched to meet each measured inward plunge. Tension built. Sela opened her eyes to see Mac staring down, watching his fingers pleasure her. He flicked his heated gaze up to meet hers. She caught her breath at the dark, intent determination glowing there.
He parted her with his other hand. They both looked down to watch his finger stroke over her exposed clitoris, the nub flushed and swollen, aching for his touch. Sela threw her head back. Too much. The visual of seeing him touch her and feeling it while Mac watched her, brought her ever closer to the edge.
“Not yet, Lupa.” Mac pressed and circled then eased his fingers out. He gripped her high on her thighs and used his thumbs to part her again.
“I want to taste first.”
His warm tongue rasped over her. “Holy Hannah,” she shrieked. Sela fell back, her body arched over the rock, her head hung over the side. She shoved her hands into his thick hair and pulled tightly. Mac drove his tongue inside her. Hard, quick thrusts that had her writhing and moaning for more.
All at once he changed the tempo, slowing the pace and drawing his tongue along her walls in a languid rhythm. He purred, the vibrations fluttered though her.
“Mac!” she shouted. Everything tightened inside her, approaching the boiling point. She reached for that explosion, desperate to feel it again, to savor the pleasure that he gave her.
Once again, Mac drew back. Sela whimpered. This time, he seemed hell bent on frustrating her. She tugged on his hair, but Mac shook his head, dislodging her grip.
Fine. If he wouldn’t give her what she needed then she’d do it herself.
Sela pushed her own hand between her legs, shocked at the heat and moisture. “Unh, unh little mate.” Mac pulled her hand away. “You’ll get your pleasure from me.”
Sela opened her eyes to glare at him. Mac smiled at her then drew her fingers into his mouth, licking her clean then sucking hard.
Tingles shot down her arm. Her womb mimicked the same rhythm as his mouth. The internal pulsing left her panting.
Mac drew hard on her then released her hand with a wet popping sound. He grinned, all male, with lots of teeth.
“You’re ready. Now I’ll do this right.” He yanked at his jeans, releasing the zipper, shoving the material down his hips. His cock sprung free, large and thick with drops of semen leaking from the tip.
Sela froze, remembering the pain, the immense pressure of him inside her and the pain radiating from her mark that somehow had something to do with him as well.
Mac hesitated. Looking up at him, she realized that
he was remembering as well. He didn’t want to hurt her again. She read it plainly on his face. If she asked him to, she knew he would stop right now, despite his obvious need for her.
“Mate,” he said, waiting. He was waiting for her to make the decision.
Tense, chest heaving, he watched her. His massive body shuddered then just as quickly he regained control. He trembled for her.
Sela held her arms out to him. Air rushed out of him in a relieved sigh. “It’ll be okay this time, Lupa. I promise.”
He better get it right this time.
He gripped her hips, opening her for him. The hard tip of his erection nudged at her entrance. Sela closed her eyes and held her breath.
“Look at me,” he said.
She opened her eyes, met the glowing amber of his. He pushed forward in one strong forceful thrust, sliding in as deep as he could, lifting her hips, tilting her until he hit her womb.
He stopped then.
He filled her, completely and utterly. A part of her knew this went way beyond the physical. This thing between them, this connection, encroached into her heart, her soul, her every fiber.
Push it down. Too scary. Push it down.
She concentrated on the physical. She lusted for the feel of him against her and in her. This time he didn’t hurt her in any way. Her body healed, she had no injuries to protest his touch. The boiling water and hot lava didn’t overwhelm her. Her mark glowed, but didn’t burn. And between her legs . . . ah sweet Hannah, give me more.
Mac watched her, judging her reaction. Sela bucked against him, desperate for more. Mac tightened his grip. His chest shuddered with each breath. He withdrew until the thick tip of his cock rested at her opening, his amber eyes fixated on her face, sweat dripped along his temple.
She needed him inside her again, stretching her, filling up the empty places. What was he waiting for? She ached for him.
“Mac!” Sela screamed. She reached out to drag him close. As if that had been the signal he was waiting for, Mac surged forward with a loud growl, ramming home. He hooked his arms under her hips, lifting her off the rock. Sela grabbed his shoulders and held on. Mac locked her tight in his grip. He began thrusting, pounding into her with a desperate force that belied his earlier control.
She loved it. Her body battered by his and she loved it. No pain, just intense pleasure, spiraling and tightening within her.
Mac growled, shoved his head into her neck. Sela thought she felt a quick nip of his teeth in between hot pants of breath, but she couldn’t be certain. Bombarded by sensation, reaching for bliss, she arched her neck towards him and writhed in his arms.
“My mate,” he growled. “All mine.”
His panting deepened and incredibly she felt him growing larger inside of her. He opened his mouth over the tendon in her neck, his fangs pressed hard, not breaking the skin, but holding her in a primal grip.
I love his beast. She exploded. She clenched around him over and over again in soaring ecstasy. Electric thrills shot through her, Sela tightened her thighs around his hips, gasping and moaning.
Mac thrust hard one last time. He roared his release into her throat, hot splashes of semen jetting into her.
How long they stayed locked together, Sela didn’t know. Eventually she became aware of Mac rumbling and running his tongue over her neck, licking at the same spot he’d held tight with his fangs. She wondered if he’d broken the skin.
“Did you bite me?” she asked. Did she even care? Held tight to his chest, with him still inside her, relishing the afterglow, a little nibble or two seemed inconsequential.
Mac lifted his head. “No,” he scowled at her, clearly offended.
Sela raised her eyebrows. “Excuse me, for not being up on my werewolf etiquette.”
He had the grace to look somewhat sheepish. “I keep forgetting you’re new to all this. We don’t often find mates outside of Were clans.”
“Really?” She tried to hide her insecurity.
Mac nodded, he stroked a finger down her cheek, turning her head. He rubbed her tendon. “The bruise is fading already. Did it hurt?”
The feel of his fangs gripping her, holding her steady had been what sent her over. Her pulse, which had been slowing down, picked back up again.
Mac palmed her throat, using his thumb to turn her face towards him. Her pulse jumped under his touch. His expression heated and his cock hardened, slowly stretching her.
She moaned. That quick, she needed him again. The post-coital glow immediately replaced with a rush of urgency as if she’d never climaxed at all.
“It didn’t hurt.” Mac stated. He shifted, growled and thrust all at once. “You didn’t feel any pain at all.”
She didn’t know if he meant the almost bite at her neck or the sex. She didn’t care. She squirmed. He moved inward another inch and she moaned again.
Mac pressed his hand firmly into her throat, curving his fingers around until she felt the sting of his claws. Sela gasped, her heart pounded.
“You like the beast.” Mac watched her intently, his gaze never leaving her face. “Good mate,” he praised.
She did like his beast. She hadn’t imagined anything like him existed. But she liked it. She liked his strength, his possession, his arrogance and his earthy, animalistic nature.
Mac moved. He cupped her ass, holding her firmly as he turned them so that he leaned against the rock, legs spread, her weight resting on his hands as if she weighed nothing.
“I have to have you again.”
“Again?” she asked, dumbfounded. Although why that surprised her she couldn’t say. She’d been joyfully aware of his renewed desire growing inside her for the last few minutes.
Renewed? Had he even wilted?
She thought that as men got older they had issues with this sort of thing and stuff . . . Mac lifted her, hands palming her cheeks. He lifted her to the end of his steely cock and then slowly, ever so slowly, slid her back down again.
Despite being centuries old, Mac clearly had no issues in this area.
Sela sucked in a breath. He filled her completely and then some. He began to lift her again, Sela grabbed onto his shoulders for balance.
Mac took his time. He clenched his jaw and sweat trickled down his chest, but he moved her slowly, to his will. He cupped and squeezed her hips and ass. His guttural moans surrounded her, increasing her pleasure and confidence.
He eased her back down. His thick length invading her body bit by bit, widening her, pushing her to her limit.
This time when he was fully imbedded in her, he ground his pelvis upwards, over her clitoris. Sela bit back a scream, her body tightened, ready to explode.
Suddenly Mac slid his claws along the crease of her ass, startling her. Sela went off like fireworks.
Her climax broke him. Mac began a desperate pounding, harsh growls escaping from him as he held her hips still to receive him. He roared one last time, body arched then he slumped back against the rock.
Sela collapsed onto his wide chest. His ragged breathing matched hers. Her eyes slid shut. She breathed him in.
Cross buying that book off her list. This time her werewolf got everything just right.
Chapter Fourteen
She’d closed down again. He should be pissed about that, but . . . he grinned, her screams still echoed in his ears. His mate was a lusty one. He had no complaints there.
He opened the front door, standing to the side so she could pass by. Sela glanced up at him as she walked inside. Mac erased his grin. It escaped again once she went inside.
He couldn’t help it. He wanted to shout it so everyone could hear. He’d pleasured his mate. Thoroughly. Three times. Ah, the expression on her face right before he’d turned her to face the rock . . . Mac shoved his shoulders back. All those centuries of practice had paid off.
He might have to load that rock up in his pick up and bring it back to his house. He’d put it in the center of his backyard. No trees there. The thought of Sela stretched
out, the moon glowing on her soft skin . . . Damn.
Mac grunted and readjusted his jeans. Sela looked over at him just then, she saw what he was doing, her eyes popped wide and she took off towards his kitchen.
What did she expect? They’d just found each other. He’d be after her for the next several centuries. Longer than that. Hell, he’d probably be walking around with a permanent hard on from now on.
Especially, now that he had her number. Sela liked his beast. It excited her. Hell, he excited her. Her heartbeat picked up and she grew wet, throwing off a strong scent of arousal when she was around him.
She didn’t mind his less than gentle side, either. She relished the slight sting of his claws and the nip of his fangs. It shocked her, but it definitely turned her on. Not that he would ever hurt her.
He still couldn’t believe she thought he’d bitten her. He could not imagine injuring her soft skin. Plus, having the scent of blood in the air when his beast was aroused was not a good idea. If his beast was in a rage, blood could cause bad things to happen.
His mate had a lot to learn. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a lot of time to teach her about the intricacies of being a werewolf’s mate. His list of priorities started and ended with keeping her safe and happy. To do that, he had to find her sisters and eliminate the bad guys.
Once he was certain Sela was not in danger, he would be happy to spend his time teaching her all about his world. And everything involved in keeping a werewolf happy. For him, that meant Sela, preferably naked.
He readjusted himself again.
Mac headed towards the kitchen. He wanted some meat, something raw and bloody. He’d worked up quite an appetite. He spotted Sela, standing in front of a window, munching on an apple, as soon as he walked in. She didn’t turn around, but he knew she was aware of his presence. Her entire body stiffened.
Mac opened his refrigerator and pulled out a chunk of meat. He took a bite, contemplating his mate’s very fine backside while he chewed. As long as he had her here, everything else would all work out.
Sela finally turned to face him. “I need to . . . Ah! What are you eating?” her face paled. She looked to be on the verge of throwing up.
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