The Wolf & The Empath

by Serena Simpson

  “Lift those beautiful hips.”

  “Yes, daddy.” Did she say that aloud? By the crinkle of his eyes and the tilt of his lips, she was going to have to go with yes.

  “You are so sexy.” He growled, his hand skimming down her throat.

  A moment of doubt rocked her until she looked into his eyes. They were all the proof she needed that he liked what he was seeing.

  His hands pulled her panties down until he could see the narrow band of hair gracing her pussy.

  “I love your curves and the softness of your body.” It took willpower to look away from her sweet pot of gold and back to her face.

  Tristan crawled up the bed until he was pressed against her body.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting to know you.” He pressed a kiss against her mouth. It was easy and gentle as his lips slid across hers.

  She opened with a sigh. His tongue entered invading the space capturing her attention as well as her taste. He sucked on her tongue before finding the small spaces she kept hidden from the world. He moved to her neck licking her and placing soft bites there.

  “I want to bite you here. It would combine our life forces make us one.”

  Tristan was saying something she needed to think about, but her mind wasn’t having it. She pressed one of her breasts into the warm palm of his hand. He ran his fingers over her nipple making the sensitive bud even harder.

  “Beautiful,” he groaned before taking the nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it making her hips buck in need. His teeth caught the growing bud pulling on it with the slightest of pressure.

  Mira’s arms wrapped around his body holding him tighter as he sucked her nipple back into the warmth of his mouth.

  A loud cry escaped as he took her other nipple into his mouth. His fingers pinched the first nipple keeping it hard and wanting.

  She slid her hands over his back feeling the dips in his spine as she caressed him. His thick muscles jumped in her hands as sounds of desire came from his lips.

  “You enchant me, Tristan. It’s the way your eyes spark and blaze. I love the way my body feels when you touch me. It’s your warm breath blowing in my ear.”

  He turned his body lying on her as his thick bulge pushed between her legs.

  “Hell yeah, it’s this too.” All of his moves enchanted her, but the one she said nothing about was the way he treated her like she mattered. How he came with her and was willing to back her up when she went to look for Anna. Then there was the fact that when she could have died, he saved her. He never acted like being with her was a hardship, or she was his dirty plus-size fantasy. No one around them could misinterpret the fact that he wanted her.

  She pressed her lips against his shoulder as he tried to kiss down her body.

  “My turn,” she groaned out. Laying both hands against his chest, she pushed until he rolled over.

  He was worth keeping. She grinned at him feeling powerful because he made her feel that way. She sat up and climbed on top of him.

  Damn, she liked it up here. Her wet pussy settled over his thick dick. It was still being hidden behind his boxers. She smiled as she felt the fabric become wet.

  “That’s nice,” she managed as she slid her pussy up and then down his thick shaft. The sound that came from Tristan almost made her explode without any other help. “You’re a dangerous male.”

  She leaned over and took one of his nipples into her mouth. Her teeth nipped the bud before her tongue lathed it in heat. It swelled into a hard peak turning her on even more.

  “Your body is so sensitive.” Her fingers glided over the nipple she just sucked on. Sounds of desire and need left Tristan’s mouth. His eyes were a darker green. She wanted to forget every worry she had and fall into them.

  She went to his other nipple sucking it deep within the warm cavern of her mouth. His hands went to her waist stroking her with his fingertips. They felt like they knew where every erogenous zone was.

  She allowed her hands to travel down his chest while her mouth followed behind with kisses, licks, and little nips. His uneven breathing and breathy sounds kept her pussy clenching as she tried to drive him closer to ecstasy.

  “Mira, I need to be in you. Please say yes.”

  The raw, hungry need in his voice caught her attention. His eyes were shielded as if he expected her to say no or demand her own satisfaction. Anger coursed through her when she thought of the bitch that hurt him. Never again, she vowed. He was hers.

  “Please baby,” she said softly. “I need you deep inside of me.”

  He looked at her before lifting his hips with her still sitting on him. She placed her hands flat on his chest to steady herself. His hands went to the waistband of his boxers pulling them down.

  No wonder he kept those boxers on, he was a lot of male. It was a good thing she was a lot of female.

  “Does this ride come with a seatbelt?” She might need one when she climbed up on him.

  “I’ll keep you safe.” His voice was ragged. He took one finger and slid it through her wet curls until he was pressing one thick finger into her pussy.

  “Not today lover,” she groaned as she pushed down on that finger. “I want the whole package.” She called it a sausage or eggplant, but in reality, he put all food references to shame.

  He placed his hands around her waist while she guided his thick dick closer to her pussy. When she slid the head against her slit, they both groaned in need.

  Tristan lifted her higher before lowering her slowly. He lodged the round head of his dick inside of her pussy. She fought to urge to give a tribal chant of victory as she tried to take his thick length in a long slide.

  “I need this.” He was holding her still, teasing her with what was to come.

  “Don’t want to hurt you, love.”

  Hurt me, she wanted to scream. She would have but her pussy was too busy taking him inside trying to accommodate the girth of his dick. She worked his dick while he lowered her down. Her pussy clinched and pulsed around him. The loud burst of air that came from his clinched teeth along with the sounds she was pulling out of him told her he loved what she was doing.

  When she finally had every inch buried deep within her, she stayed still allowing her body to adjust to the new normal in her life named Tristan.

  Was this it? That feeling she spent a lifetime chasing. The emotion that was always on the edge of her consciousness calling to her.

  She lifted and dropped down. They both moaned from the pleasure. All thoughts disappeared except the one driving her; she needed to get closer to him.

  Tristan surged up under her impaling her on this thick shaft as she cried out. His name left her lips punctuated with loud noises and soft moans of need.

  “I need…” She needed something. She wanted to fly. He moved her faster up and down on his dick as her pussy gripped him tightly, holding on, never wanting him to be free again.

  “Tristan, I need.” He flipped her over. His hips coming down hard and fast against hers. The thickness of his dick pressing tighter within her.

  She wrapped her legs around him as pleasure curled along her spine clawing to break free. He pounded into her. Her head went back as she screamed. Her body broke free as the pleasure eluding her, swamped her. Emotions she never could touch hit her like colors in a fireworks display just for her.

  She clung to his arms even as his head went backward, and a sound of pure joy left his lips.

  This, this is what she was looking for she thought as his body collapsed on hers. He rolled to the side pulling her with him. She wanted to tell him how good she felt. She would tell him later. For now, she let him wrap her in the goodness of his arms.

  Chapter Nine

  “Hi.”

  She blinked her eyes and looked into Tristan’s face. “Hi, yourself.” She blushed. No, she refused to believe that he could reduce her to feeling like a teenager after her first time.

  “Hungry?”

  Now that he mentioned
food she was starving. The flush in her cheeks went to her neck.

  He leaned over to kiss her. “You look good in red.”

  “Aww, men! Males! You never learn.” She rolled out the bed hiding the deeper crimson flooding her face. She marched to the bathroom keeping her back straight until the door closed. Then she went to the mirror to look at herself. Who was this woman? She laughed, whoever she was; she liked her.

  A quick shower, then she was in the bedroom picking out an outfit from the clothes that had been given to her earlier. Was it possible for her to go back to her apartment? All she wanted was clothes, but the thought of stepping in there again made the hair on the back of her neck rise.

  She shook her head. The one thing she listened to and trusted were emotions, not just other peoples but hers as well. There was a black pit in her emotional well-being that said death was waiting for her there.

  She looked up when Tristan came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.

  “I think; I could be wrong that it’s against to the law to wrap a towel around hips that are as gorgeous as yours.”

  “I never heard of that law.” He took the towel off revealing what she thought had to be a fantasy from last night. Nope, his thighs were still hard and thick, and his dick belonged on some planet that offered pleasure for the weary traveler. She’d have to get rid of all the travelers, but that was a minor detail.

  “You're licking your lips.”

  “I am?” She walked up to him putting a little extra thrust in her hips and holding her body a little tighter making the girls perk up.

  “You are.” He drew her close until his dick was pressed against her stomach. With slow, deliberate moves, he took her mouth in a sensuous kiss.

  “Who needs to eat?” She asked him.

  “You do, you’re not out of the woods yet.” He stood back sadness reflected in his eyes before he covered it. “Let’s get you fed.”

  He dressed, and they walked out of his rooms toward the kitchen.

  “We were beginning to think that maybe you were going to skip breakfast,” Locke told them with a wink.

  Mira started laughing. “I’m sorry, please I’m really sorry.”

  “What did I do?”

  “Your wink, it was wayyyy to slow. Next time do it like this.” She demonstrated.

  He followed her demonstration several times until he got it right. Then everyone else had to try it. Before she knew it, they were laughing and winking. She looked around and realized not only had Tristan accepted her, but his friends had too.

  “I like you guys.”

  “We like you too,” Ven told her.

  “What no steak for breakfast?”

  “Deja and Safire put their dainty feet down about having steak three meals a day,” Ven told her.

  “We stick to the rule because, well, you don’t want to make them mad.”

  What kind of women could make several Kur’ik males concerned? She shivered, maybe they weren’t as nice as she thought.

  “I can’t say I’m upset about the french toast; it looks good.”

  “It is,” Cade told her. “I helped Ven this morning he’s teaching us how to cook.”

  “What did you eat before you learned to cook?”

  “We’ve been in the ground for a long time. Before that, we ate the rations that were on the ship.”

  She turned to look at Tristan. This wasn’t the first time she heard the term. Did this have anything to do with him being at the graveyard?

  “We were made with the ability to slow every system down to almost the point of death and lie under the earth. This was considered a failsafe. A way not to waste a fighter’s life. Healers can find those who have burrowed under the ground.”

  “For how long? A day, a week?”

  “Forever if need be.”

  She opened her mouth, then closed it. This was a different world, a different species. They had the right to be different, but cruelty was cruelty no matter how you justified it.

  “I’m sorry.”

  All five pairs of eyes focused on her.

  “I’m sorry that they treated you like you didn’t matter, like you weren’t worthy of love. I’m happy that those sadistic fucks lost you. Their loss is my gain. I hope each one of you finds someone special to spend your life with.”

  “Is that what humans want?” Key asked her.

  “Not all of us. It’s what I want. A special person to laugh and love with. I believe life is hard no matter who you are. What makes it worth living is who you surround yourself with.”

  “I agree,” Ven told her.

  They sat in comfortable silence as they ate. Mira watched Ven. There was something different about him besides the color of his eyes. He looked up and gave her the perfect wink before lowering his head. He was going to be a heartbreaker.

  The ringing of her phone made her jump. The tone told her it was trouble.

  “Hello? Jax?” She listened frowning before she said goodbye.

  “I need to go down to my warehouse.” She turned to tell Tristan. He was already standing.

  “I’ll go with you.”

  A denial tried to come, but she bit it back. Maybe now was a good time for him to see what kind of trouble followed her around.

  “Road trip,” Ven said. “I thought today was going to be boring.”

  “Is there ever a boring day when you're around?” She asked him.

  “I hope not.”

  Mira nodded her head and left the room coming back with her purse in hand and flats on her feet. “The world awaits.”

  They followed her to her car.

  “Why don’t you guys have a vehicle?”

  Ven laughed at her. Tristan just shook his head.

  “Go around the back of the house.” She drove around; five cars were sitting outside the garage.

  “Those are the ones we can’t fit into the garage,” Tristan told her. “We don’t advertise unless we have to. Everyone knows your car, so we take it.”

  She drove off wondering what else they were doing that she never thought of.

  The distance between the warehouse and Tristan's home was closer than she realized. It took roughly thirty minutes to get there.

  “Ven did you fight?”

  “I did.”

  She parked the car and turned to look at him. In his eyes were shadows he kept buried. Her mind flicked back to Jax on the rare occasion she had been able to surprise him. The shadows that flashed across his face, the way he held himself. How he caught himself before he struck out at her. Was the look she saw echoed in Ven’s eyes.

  The pit of her stomach tightened. The Kur'iks were just as damaged as the friends she hung out with. That may be the glue that was bringing them together. Her heart was going to keep them together. The more time she spent with them, the more she liked them.

  “Looks like I have company.” She got out of the car looking at the two cop cars, and the one she was sure was a plain clothes vehicle. “I wonder what they want with me?”

  They walked in to find Jax and Lea standing in the middle of the large open space with cops surrounding them.

  “Mira welcome to the party,” Lea gave her a bright smile. Her words letting Mira know she didn’t appreciate the cops questioning her.

  “Mira Owen?” The plain clothes cop said.

  “That’s me, who’s asking?”

  “I’m Detective Oliver. Sorry to have to bring you out here. I stopped by your apartment first, but you weren’t at home.”

  “You found me, how can I help you?”

  He gave her a smile as he looked at Tristan and Ven before holding up a picture.

  “We are following up on a report that this young lady is missing. We gathered some information that said you might know where she is.”

  “That’s Meghan, the last time I saw her was a week ago. She was going back to her so-called boyfriend.”

  “So-called?”

  “Do me the favor of not acting d
etective. If you’re looking for Meghan, then you know she fell in with the Centre St. gang. She’s supposed to be the girlfriend of Mercurio AKA Dawg. He pimps her out and then beats her when she doesn’t want to have sex with his clients. That’s where I suggest you start.”

  “We’ve already investigated them, and they all swear she’s with you.” One of the cops in blue told her.

  “You’re free to look around; you won’t find her here.”

  “You heard Ms. Owen look around,” Detective Oliver told the cops he brought with him.

  “Ms. Owen I’ve heard your name more than once through the years.”

  “I work for a strip club. We are legit.”

  “Yes, I pulled the paperwork on it myself. A couple of years back a young lady disappeared. The prevalent rumor was that she was dead.”

  “Too many young people disappear every day in this city,” Mira told him.

  “I agree. Your name kept coming up in connection to the victim. It was said that you got away with the perfect murder. No one believed that you didn’t have a hand in her disappearance.”

  “Are you here to arrest me, Detective Oliver?”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it. I want to share an interesting story.” He gave her a large smile his brown eyes twinkling. “Not that long ago, a month, maybe two I was watching television. There was a story about a young lawyer who brought her first case to trial and won. She took a major drug dealer off the streets. The news, as well as the law company she works for, were impressed.”

  “You didn’t find her skills impressive?” Ven asked him.

  “I might have if I weren’t busy going through the cold caseload. Standing on the television screen was the woman everyone thought dead. She was alive and well.”

  “Then the police no longer think of me as a potential murderer. That thought brings me peace.”

  “We found no evidence of Meghan being here.” The two cops in blue said when they walked back into the large open space. They cleared up the tension in the air between Mira and the detective.