Her shame must’ve shown on her face because he leaned forward and clasped her chin. Altogether too close for her liking. “I mean it, Stephany. Don’t leave it so long. If you need blood then tell me.”
She nodded, not trusting her voice.
“Good.” He released her and moved out of her personal space. By blood! He scented far too good. Since when did wolf smell so enticing? Wild, untethered, musky animal, fresh earth like the forest after a rainstorm. Her fangs ached as they lengthened. She swallowed down her need.
Luckily it wasn’t much longer before the stew was ready. They had sat in a comfortable silence as they waited, and then they were too busy eating to talk. Trying to make the period before she would need to drink again last longer, Stephany ate as much as her stomach would allow. Although, because of her mainly liquid diet it wasn’t much. It was a myth that vampires didn’t eat, they just didn’t eat nearly as much as humans.
“It was really good. Thank you.”
He nodded and smiled. “Thank you for your help.”
Ward had wolfed down three helpings and most of the bread before taking the dishes to the kitchen.
When she made to stand, he motioned for her to sit. “I’ve got this.”
Thank the gods. She didn’t know the first thing about doing dishes. Ward moved around the small space with ease, washing the dishes and cleaning the surfaces while putting away loose items as he went along. This was where he differed greatly from the vampire kings, Zane and Brant would never perform such mundane duties. They wouldn’t be seen dead with a dishcloth in their hands. The big alpha picked it up and began drying dishes like it was the most normal thing in the world. He looked relaxed and content. Stephany rested her head on the side arm of the sofa, using her forearm as a makeshift pillow. She thought it was probably a bad idea since her eyes felt droopy, but she figured she would just rest for a minute. It was the last coherent thought she had before drifting off to sleep.
****
Pure Torture.
The vampire pushed herself more firmly against his side. Her hand was splayed on his chest and one of her long legs was slung across him, her knee in the vicinity of his groin. If he moved then he would wake her, if he didn’t and she woke up, she would feel how much he desired her. Her face was buried in the crook of his neck.
Stephany sighed, hot air caressed his skin. Her breasts were flattened against his side. Her delicious scent enveloped him, he had to suppress a groan. Surely after this much time, he should’ve grown more used to her presence.
This was the second night that they had spent together. The second time she had clung to him possessively. Wrapping herself around him from the moment he’d carried her to bed until the sun rose. During the day, they had talked non-stop. He liked the way her eyes flashed with panic whenever he made a flirtatious innuendo. Maybe it was wrong, but he actually enjoyed her company. Enjoyed it far too much. The feeling of her in his arms was heaven, he had to stop himself from tightening his hold on her.
He kept reminding himself that she was a vampire. His enemy. It didn’t help. All he saw was a beautiful female who could be shy at times, and yet she was also someone who could be bold and stand up for what she believed in. Always in control, except when she was in the throes of taking blood and when she slept. Although maybe she would be more controlled if she wasn’t in…hunt mode as she had called it. The sadist in him secretly hoped that she waited too long again the next time around. He knew that he would have to fight much harder to maintain his willpower if she did.
The hand on his chest rubbed absently, sliding across his pecs and then down to his abs. He sucked in a breath as her fingers dipped lower almost reaching the tie on his sweats. He let out a sigh of relief as it slid back up. For a second he thought she might wake up, but her hold on him tightened before she relaxed again, her breathing picking up a slow easy rhythm.
Hopefully she would wake up soon, and put an end to this torture. It was more than a male should be allowed to endure. Yet, he recognized that as the lie that it was and that he was possibly a major sadist because he enjoyed the feel of her. Her weight against him felt right somehow.
Maybe it was time to settle. To take a mate. Yet the thought of taking Luna to his bed left him cold. There were other options, he should explore those. The sooner the better.
Stephany tensed, her breathing stopped and her heart rate tripled. He had to suppress a smile. Ward had the ridiculous urge to wrap his arms around her and kiss her good morning, but only because it would draw a reaction out of her. He suppressed the desire. Afraid of where a chaste kiss may lead. It had been months since he’d had a female. There had been opportunities granted to him as alpha, but most of his males had been without an opportunity to rut for so long that it seemed wrong to allow himself to partake. Right now he wished that he had, his dick had been hard for so long that he was sure he might have permanent damage.
She didn’t scramble away immediately. Stephany sucked in a breath letting it out in a soft huff against his skin, causing goose bumps to form. His damned cock hardened up even more, which he hadn’t thought possible.
“Why do you insist on grabbing me in my sleep?” She asked while she finally pulled away, putting a foot or two of space between them.
Ward pulled the sheet across his middle, trying and failing to cover a major erection. “Yeah right, it was all my fault.”
“At least you have the good grace to admit it.”
He chuckled, the laugh dying as he turned to face her. Her hair was mussed, she had a crease on her cheek. Utterly adorable. “You are just as much to blame. Admit it…you enjoy being close to me.”
Her eyes widened. “Full of it much, wolf?”
“I’m at least honest. While you are here, you can cling to me as much as you want, vampire. You won’t hear a single complaint from me”
Stephany made a sound of frustration but dropped it. He sat up, moving to stand, careful to keep his back to her.
Down boy. His cock ignored him.
“While I am here”—she muttered to herself—“about that. When are you taking me back?”
“I’ll hear from the scouts later today, but I expect that Brant and a team of warriors are still out there. At least, that was yesterday’s report.”
She gasped. “Really? Brant is looking for me?”
“You are one of his coven right?” He turned to look at her over his shoulder.
She nodded, sitting cross legged on the bed.
“Well then…I would expect him to send out a search party. It baffles me that he chose to head up the team himself though. Dangerous for a king to be so far from his own territory.”
Stephany hissed. “You wouldn’t have him hurt would you?”
Anger surged, he forgot all about his erection and turned to face her. “What is he to you?”
She shook her head. “My king. The future of my species.”
Ward swallowed hard trying to decide if he believed her. “He’s too well protected.” He shook his head not liking the emotions coursing through his veins. If he didn’t know better, Ward would think that he was jealous but that was crazy talk. He didn’t know this female, not really, she was a vampire dammit. Her gaze drifted to his cock. Her eyes momentarily widened before dropping to her lap where she picked at a loose thread on the sheet next to her leg.
Ward desperately needed to do something about his little situation. Make that his really big, painful situation. He put his back to her as he walked across the room needing to put some distance between them.
“I need to shower.”
She let out a deep sigh. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“You’re going to make me watch again?” By the way she spoke, you would swear he was asking her to dance on hot coals…naked. He suppressed a groan. Not an image he needed right now.
“I did not make you watch. You had your eyes closed.”
She made a noise of frustration and actually rolled her eyes.
“What if I promise not to try anything? I’ll wait right here.”
For a second he was tempted, it would be best if she wasn’t present when he…took care of things. “I could tie you to the bed.”
“I won’t try anything. I don’t like being tied up.”
The only times he’d tied her up was when he had needed a bathroom break that required a closed door. He knew she detested being bound, and the last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable. Maybe the cold water would do the trick.
“I’m sorry, Stephany. I can tie you up and promise to be really quick, otherwise I need you to come with me. I can’t risk you finding…things out. I would either have to kill you or mate you. Since both options don’t appeal to either of us, I recommend we take the path of least resistance.”
“Fine,” she huffed. “Do you promise to be quick? It’s cold out there.”
“Wrap a blanket around your shoulders.”
“I don’t know how you can stand those freezing showers.” She said as she grabbed a blanket and did as he said.
“Believe me when I tell you I need them. I’ll heat your water once I’m done though.”
“I still don’t get it.” She shrugged. “Warm water will clean you better.”
It was weird. The vampire was innocent in so many ways. The way she reacted to his…state…sneaking little peeks under her lashes like she had never seen an aroused man before. Stephany had said that she didn’t ever rut, he was beginning to suspect that she had been telling the truth. The question was why?
The female had so much to offer. It sure as claws wasn’t a case of her not being able to entice a male. It had to be a choice that she had made.
Ward dropped the train of thought and concentrated on getting the fire going again instead. He would need warmth when he was done. Next, be grabbed a towel and made for the door pausing so that Stephany could fall in behind him. He waited at the jamb for her to exit ahead of him and closed the door behind them to keep the cabin warm.
“Hurry.” Stephany pulled the blanket more firmly around her shoulders. A light mist appeared as she exhaled.
“Keep your eyes closed. Don’t open them okay?”
“Fine.” Her lashes fused as her eyelids dropped.
“I mean it, Stephany.” He turned away from her, pulling his sweatpants down his body.
She gasped. He twisted around, her eyes were fixed on his ass. “Look, you can watch if you want, but I really wouldn’t recommend…” He chuckled as she squeezed her eyes shut shaking her head vehemently.
“I’m good. I’ll keep them shut. We were just still talking and I didn’t realize that you were already pretty much naked.” Sweet, little Stephany was flustered. She licked her lips, scratched her nose and pulled on the blanket.
Ward pulled his eyes off the delectable vampire, needing to focus on the job at hand. First, he would try and get rid of his raging hard on the old fashioned way. He turned the faucet on, and then stepped into the blast of frigid water. It took his breath, caused goose bumps to rise on his entire body. It almost hurt. Ward sucked in a ragged breath as he turned allowing the spray to beat down on his back. He shoved his head under the nozzle, wetting his face and hair. His cheeks burned. In sheer desperation, he let the ice, cold spray fall directly onto his dick. His balls clenched, turning an even brighter shade of blue but his stiff dick didn’t diminish in the slightest.
Fuck.
It seemed that there was only one of two options left. One, he eased himself into Stephany’s tight, wet pussy. He almost groaned out loud at the thought. If he was really honest with himself, he hadn’t wanted anything so badly in the longest time. Just like stealing his granny’s freshly baked cookies had gotten him into untold trouble as a six year old pup, dipping into this particular cookie jar would open up a world of trouble for both of them. They came from two different worlds. Hounds, their species were at war. The temptation still rode him hard but he shook his head, moving out of the cold spray instead. The sound of the water would hopefully help mask the sounds that he would make.
Ward palmed his cock, picking up a solid pace right from the start. One hand on the wall in front of him, he spread his legs slightly while thrusting into his tight fist. It was easy to picture his cock balls deep inside the vampire. Her tight ass, his to admire as he took her from behind. She would claw at the sheets. Cry out as he rutted her. Ward locked his jaw to suppress a growl that formed in his throat. It wouldn’t be long, he picked up the pace.
****
Why the hell had she opened her eyes?
What strange force had possessed her?
Ward’s left hand pushed at the wall. His head was bent down. His body slightly curled inward. The thick length of his cock pulsed between the fingers of his right fist. His hips rolled forward, picking up pace as he neared…her throat constricted making it hard to breathe, to think. The best thing to do would be to close her eyes. It was wrong on so many levels for her to watch him…in this intimate moment…yet she couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. She had to watch him…needed to see him find completion. Just the thought of him in the throes of ecstasy made her heart beat faster. The sound of blood rushed in her ears.
She must’ve made some kind of noise or something because, quick as a flash, he turned his head. His green eyes zoning in on her.
Busted.
Her first instinct was to close her eyes and pretend that she hadn’t seen anything but it was a little late for that. He froze.
Pure instinct took over. If she had been thinking rationally she would never have done it. Her lip curled and her already distended fangs lengthened to capacity. By the time she realized what she was doing and clapped her mouth shut it was too late.
He turned the faucet off. The silence that followed was deafening as he turned to face her head on.
Stephany was panting, the air leaving her lungs in big white clouds that misted around her face. Her skin felt too tight. She pushed her thighs closer together to try and ease the ache in her core. The muscles on his neck roped and his nostrils flared. An agonized look appeared in his eyes and his brow furrowed. She took a step back as he moved towards her. And then another until the cold wood of the door was at her back. The blanket dropped at her feet as his hands slid around her waist. He cursed before closing his mouth on hers. Her hands went to his chest, intent on pushing him away. That was until his tongue breached her lips. He tasted better than she could ever have imagined. At least as good as his blood and that was saying something. Instead of pushing him away, she threaded her hands around his neck and pulled him closer making a mewling noise as she did.
He growled long and deep, the sound coming from somewhere inside both his throat and chest which vibrated against her. Ward picked her up, pulling her against him. She wrapped her legs around his hips. Moaning as his cock settled in between her thighs. Warm air and the sound of a door closing alerted her to them being back in the cabin.
Ward was moving even though they were still kissing. Their coming together almost violent as their tongues clashed and their mouths meshed with a need that scared her. She shoved her hands into his thick short hair as he pulled away. She tightened her grip, afraid he was going to stop.
It was all wrong but she needed this. They needed this.
He broke the kiss, sucking in air through his nostrils. “You smell so good. I’m going to have you now.” His breath hot against her lips.
“Yes.” A plea.
He put her down by the bed and fisted her shirt. “Off,” he growled. His eyes filled with a hunger that caused shivers to race up her spine.
She pulled the damp shirt over her head and his eyes dropped to her breasts. “Fucking perfect.” His eyes were glowing slightly, making him somewhere beyond just plain handsome. He dropped his head, closing his hot mouth over an aching nipple. He sucked before nipping lightly at her flesh. She squirmed against him, whimpering as he released her. There was a tearing sound as he pulled at her shorts.
“I c
an’t be gentle.” He growled as he maneuvered her onto the bed. “Turn around. I want you on all fours.”
She drew in a breath as her hands and knees hit the mattress, intent on reminding him that she hadn’t done this in a while. The bed dipped as he moved in behind her, his hot breath on her upper thighs. Before she could speak, his tongue traced the seam of her pussy making her cry out instead.
Ward lapped at her clit, his tongue moving fast in firm strokes that had her clenching her teeth to keep from screaming out.
Just seconds later, she lost the battle screaming a profanity as her pussy clenched with an orgasm so fierce that it had her eyes watering and her pulse racing.
Ward muttered something about how good she tasted. His hands on her hips held her in place or she would’ve sunk into a boneless heap as soon as he let up on her clit. Her cheek rested against the cool, cotton sheet. Her breath came in hard rugged pants. Her hands fisted the sheets.
“For the record,” he said, his voice strained, “I’ve never fucked anyone’s mother.”
Oh gods, she couldn’t believe she’d said such a crass thing and wanted to set the record straight but Ward pressed the tip of his cock against her opening. He leaned over her, caging her body with his, his chest covering her back. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be inside someone so badly.” He growled nipping at her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Stephany, I don’t think that I could stop now, even if you wanted me to. Please tell me you don’t want me to stop.”
“I want you,” she whispered. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Thank fuck,” he growled. The pressure increased as his thick head breached her opening. It stung.
He growled sounding frustrated. “Relax, honey. I don’t want to hurt you.”
His finger found her clit, which he circled with the tip of his index finger. It felt so good. Ward tried to push into her again. She hadn’t rutted in so long that her body had decided he didn’t belong there. He pulled back removing his member altogether, using his finger to breach her pussy instead. In and out. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. “Are you a virgin?” His voice sounded panicked.
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