Lilith Mercury, Werewolf Hunter Series (Boxed Set, Books 1-3)

by Tracey H. Kitts

  “Wait.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Not yet,” he pleaded.

  The look in his eyes said clearly that if I touched him he would lose what little control he still had. It was his pleading look that convinced me to keep my hands to myself.

  Alfred rested his forehead against mine as he said softly, “Take me to bed, cara mia. I don’t want our first time to be in my laboratory.”

  He had a point, and I thought the suggestion that we move to the bedroom was very sweet. Most men didn’t care where you had sex, just so long as there was sex involved.

  I slid off the desk, deliberately brushing against him as I did so. “All right,” I said. Even though I had not intended to use the voice of seduction on Alfred I found that when I was extremely aroused, it naturally happened sometimes.

  He gasped in response and I decided we should hurry. Alfred followed me upstairs and as we passed the kitchen he said, “Wait a minute. What time is it?”

  I stuck my head around the corner and read the clock on the microwave. “It’s ten after eight. Why?”

  He walked into the kitchen and snatched up the phone. I watched as he dialed Kat’s number, and could barely contain the urge to laugh. I knew what this was about and unfortunately, I could only hear one side of the conversation.

  “Kathryn? Hi, it’s Alfred. I just wanted to be sure to let you know that breakfast will not be served this morning.” He paused and I couldn’t wipe the smirk off my face. “Yeah. You might want to give us a few ... days.”

  He hung up before she had time to respond and I burst out laughing.

  “That was mean,” I said, still laughing.

  He swept me against him dramatically as he replied, “I’ll have no more interruptions.”

  “Your place or mine,” I teased as he carried me out of the kitchen.

  Alfred looked up the stairs as if a mountain stood before him and said, “I don’t think I can wait that long. How’s my room sound?”

  He opened the door while I did my best to not rip his clothes off. In all honesty, I was a little bit afraid. Alfred was a big man and there was the possibility that he might accidentally hurt me. I’d waited so long to get my hands on him and once I had my chance, I was afraid. But, I wasn’t about to let that stop me. Alfred tossed me playfully across his king size bed and I quickly kicked off my boots.

  “Stand up,” he demanded softly.

  Alfred placed his hands inside the open zipper of my suit and peeled it slowly from my body. I rarely wore anything underneath my catsuit, and today was no exception.

  He kneeled before me and took my injured arm in his hands. “What happened?”

  “A werewolf bit me.”

  His expression was pained as he replied, “I’m sorry. I should have paid more attention before. I didn’t mean to be so harsh.”

  “It’s all right. It’s already begun to heal.”

  He kissed my bandaged arm and said, “If I had been there, this might not have happened.”

  “Or, you could have been bitten in the ass,” I teased. “And that would be real shame.”

  “Would you like something for pain?” he said, smiling.

  I decided it would be best to have no distractions from the things I planned to do to Alfred. “Yes.”

  He retrieved some pain killers from the adjoining bathroom along with a glass of water. I swallowed the pills and placed the empty glass on the table by the bed.

  “By the time we’re past the foreplay, those should be working.” He winked. “Now, where was I?”

  Again Alfred knelt before me, and because of the difference in our height he was almost on eye level with my breasts. Alfred had always been careful not to touch me in an intimate fashion, even when he’d had the opportunity. Ever the gentleman, Alfred always controlled himself when a lesser man would have ravaged me.

  But the time for chivalry was past and I hungered for him to touch me as a man touches the woman he desires. Alfred’s hands were warm as he ran them up my spine and pulled me against him, pressing his face against my bare breasts. He brushed his cheek against the side of my left breast and I could tell he’d shaved recently. Just the touch of his smooth skin sent shivers through me. He turned slightly and his lips hovered above my nipple. His breath was a hot promise against my skin that caused my nipple to harden, almost to the point of pain. My body wanted him to hurry, but my mind needed him to take his time.

  Without warning his mouth closed over my flesh and I gasped. It seemed like an eternity since anyone had touched me that way. My desire began to burn like a fire left unattended. A forgotten flame that once rekindled, would consume us both.

  I ran my fingers through his thick dark hair as I pulled him closer, burying his face against my breast. His hands roamed lower, over my buttocks and thighs while his tongue continued to fuel my desire.

  With a trail of kisses he made his way down my abdomen. His hands gripped me from behind, lifting me to the tips of my toes as he pressed his face between my thighs. I cried out as his hungry mouth consumed me. His tongue was hot and wet as it roamed over my flesh, slipping between my labia, bringing startled gasps from my lips.

  All coherent thought escaped me as I felt the tension building within. My toes pointed and my back arched as Alfred slid one finger inside my pussy. My muscles gripped him tightly and I fought to relax. If I didn’t I’d finish too soon and I wanted to savor this moment.

  “Not yet,” I panted.

  Alfred pulled back, but left his hand in place.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  “My first orgasm is always the strongest,” I gasped as he moved his hand slightly. “The longer I can wait, the stronger it will be.”

  He released me slowly and I nearly collapsed without his support. I sat on the edge of the bed and realized Alfred was still completely dressed. He kicked off his shoes and stepped closer to me.

  I reached out to remove his belt and he stopped me again.

  “Not yet.” His smile was a tease.

  “I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” I purred.

  Alfred didn’t reply, but pushed me back gently across the bed. The comforter was a lovely deep gold, almost a tan and the fabric was satin. He grasped the backs of my knees and slid me to him.

  He went to his knees beside the bed and flung my legs over his shoulders. I thought to myself that this was torture. But there is no pleasure without pain and Alfred’s skillful kisses brought me to such heights of desire that it hurt.

  My back arched and I fought for control. Not yet, I kept telling myself. Not yet. I sat up and growled as I grabbed his hair and pulled him away from me.

  “Enough,” I said, and my voice flowed over him in a wave of heat.

  Alfred snatched the tight black shirt over his head and cast it aside. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, tasting my juices on his lips.

  “So many nights I’ve missed this face,” I whispered against his cheek.

  I kissed him like I couldn’t get enough. It was not lust that consumed me, but need. I needed to be touched, to be held, to be loved. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held tight, sliding along the comforter as he climbed onto the bed.

  Alfred pressed his upper body against me and I moaned. His full weight would have nearly crushed me, and he was obviously aware of that fact. As he kissed along the side of my throat I arched against him, causing my breasts to brush over the hair on his chest.

  “I want you,” I whispered in his ear. “Now.”

  Alfred cradled my head with one hand and I heard him unbuckling his belt with the other. He slid out of his pants with a practiced movement that reassured me Alfred was definitely not a monk.

  He pressed his cock against me, hard and ready, but stopped just short of penetration.

  “Look at me,” he said softly, “and forget about whoever it is that I see in your eyes.”

  “Alfred,” I pleaded.

  I stretched upward to kiss him and he
met my lips. Alfred kissed me deeply as he pressed his cock inside me, and I knew the answer to Kat’s repeated question. I felt my pussy stretch to accommodate his size and thought I would split in two.

  He placed one hand between our bodies and began to gently work my clit.

  “Relax,” he whispered, “or I’ll never fit.”

  “You mean that’s not all?” I gasped.

  Alfred looked back at my shocked expression and smiled.

  “About half,” he replied.

  He leaned closer to me and rested his face against the side of my throat as he said softly, “I won’t hurt you.”

  His gentle touch and the feel of his body against mine were too much for me. But it was his softly spoken words that pushed me over the edge. Orgasm caught me by surprise. I felt my muscles convulse around him as he pressed himself deeper inside my pussy. Alfred paused to give me time to adjust before he moved again. My muscles seemed to be permanently clenched around his cock as wave after wave of orgasm flooded over me.

  I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I held him to me as my back arched of its own accord and I screamed. My voice sounded as if it were torn between expressing pleasure and pain as I gripped the back of his hair tightly.

  I pulled Alfred’s face from my neck and kissed him hungrily as I purred, “More.”

  I locked my feet against the inside of his thighs and began to grind my hips against him.

  “Easy,” he whispered.

  “You’re not going to break me, Alfred.”

  He cradled me with both his hands beneath my head and as he looked down at me I saw that his dark eyes were dilated with desire.

  “I want you,” I said softly.

  My voice flowed over him like silk, and this time it was on purpose.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said.

  “I want to touch you ... to feel you. To know you in ways I have not known.”

  My voice was a velvety caress and Alfred closed his eyes when I spoke as if enraptured by the sound.

  He hesitated a moment and with my hands pressed against his bare skin I knew his mind. Alfred was terrified that if he let go he would hurt me.

  “No mere mortal can break me,” I teased silkily. When he still hesitated I bucked against him roughly and growled, “Take me now, Alfred. I want it hard.”

  He moaned in response and I felt his self-control break as if it were a physical thing that had bound him. Alfred held me tightly and pressed his cock deeply into my pussy, allowing me a taste of what he was capable of.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  I wrapped myself around him as I had longed to do and he picked up the pace.

  “Pull my hair,” I urged.

  Without hesitation he ran his hand through the hair at the nape of my neck and pulled it tight. As he did this, Alfred ground his hips against me and my mind went blank. I screamed, I cried, I think I even spoke Italian. I had never felt this way before. Perhaps it had something to do with the power of seduction I had recently inherited, I didn’t know. And I was beyond the point of reason. A hot and fierce wave of pleasure overtook me, as if fire flowed over my skin. But where the flames would have singed my flesh, they kissed me. The fire licked at me, testing my body before it consumed me.

  I opened the channel in my mind that I’d opened before in order to share my feelings with Alfred and let my desire flow into him. My entire body convulsed around him as the fire at last consumed me. I heard Alfred scream, but I didn’t know what he was saying. I also had no idea what I was saying, but when I could speak again, I was hoarse. He collapsed against me and the weight of his body against mine felt good. I’d feared he would crush me and then felt foolish for the thought. Alfred was big and one could easily be intimidated by his size.

  “Are you all right?” He panted as he wiped the hair back from my face.

  “I’m fine,” I gasped.

  My eyes wouldn’t seem to focus and my voice had a wonderfully intoxicated quality to it. Alfred’s expression as he gazed down on me said how clearly relieved he was that he hadn’t hurt me.

  “You didn’t break anything,” I said, smiling.

  He kissed me gently and my stomach growled.

  “That’s not an objection.”

  “Are you hungry?” he asked with a grin.

  “Must be.”

  He rolled to one side, careful once again not to damage me in any way, and looked at the clock.

  “No wonder, it’s ten o’clock.”

  He sounded as surprised as I felt. It was only ten after eight the last I’d looked.

  “Time flies.” I smiled as I rolled toward him.

  “You want to shower first, or do you feel sick?”

  Alfred knew how my metabolism worked, and it was nice of him to ask. Surprisingly, I wasn’t the slightest bit nauseous, even though I knew it was past time that I should eat something.

  “Let’s shower first,” I said.

  I stretched catlike, my body arching so that my breasts brushed against his chest.

  “That was incredible,” he said, as he pulled me against him.

  “Thank you,” I purred.

  He shook me gently as he laughed. “You conceited little bitch.”

  “You weren’t so bad yourself,” I teased.

  “That feeling that washed over me, what exactly was that?”

  “It’s part of my new power.” I hesitated. “What did you think of it?”

  “It went beyond orgasm. I can’t describe it.” He smiled wickedly and rolled me onto my back. “Do it again.”

  I laughed and pushed against his chest.

  “Get off me you pervert. I need to take a shower.”

  Alfred rolled off of me with a smirk and helped me to my feet beside the bed. My knees were wobbly, but I managed to stand up straight and walk toward the bathroom. However, just because I could stand straight didn’t mean I could walk straight.

  I zigzagged my way to the bathroom door where I propped and asked Alfred, “Give me a minute, okay?”

  “All right.”

  There were some things I just didn’t want to do in front of him. As I cleaned up a bit I heard a sudden knock at the door.

  “Lilith.” He sounded anxious.

  “I’ll hurry,” I said, thinking that he needed to use the bathroom.

  “It’s not that,” he said. “I’ve just thought of something. Actually, I sort of ... forgot something.”

  I opened the door to find Alfred looking positively distressed.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “We forgot to use protection.”

  I laughed and he looked at me like I’d lost my mind.

  “I take birth control, Alfred, but it’s sweet of you to think of it.” I patted his cheek as I added, “Don’t look so pitiful.”

  “You might have mentioned that,” he whined.

  “I’m sorry, but you didn’t ask, and it was not something I was concerned about.”

  He turned me around, smacked my butt and said, “Get in the shower.”

  I probably should have mentioned my birth control to Alfred, but I hadn’t thought about it since April. A daily pill was too complicated for my schedule, and not strong enough for my metabolism. There was a doctor who worked for the Hunters. He specialized in experimental drugs of different sorts and had made a pill strong enough for me. It was far superior to anything on Earth, as I had never experienced a single side effect. I took it once a year, every year, on my birthday.

  Alfred’s bathroom had a large walk-in shower along the back wall. It was tiled up on the outside to simply look like a wall, but inside it was very spacious. It needed to be if Alfred was going to fit in there.

  As I stepped into the shower, I walked around the small half wall that divided it and took two steps down into the actual shower. I loved Alfred’s shower, but hadn’t been inside it since we’d remodeled the house. The large shower head stretched out from the wall and then hung down, causing the water to fall from directly abo
ve instead of at an angle. It was called a Rainmaker, and I loved it.

  While I adjusted the water, Alfred stepped inside and placed our towels on the bench just inside the shower. I looked up at him and from that particular angle he seemed even taller. I watched with satisfaction as the muscles of his thighs flexed while he took the two steps down into the shower with me. He reached out and touched my left cheek lightly, as if he were examining it.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Nothing. It’s just that, the scratch on your cheek ...”

  “What about it?”

  “Well, I could have sworn it was still there before, and now it’s already healed.”

  “You’re kidding? I’ve never healed that fast before.”

  Alfred looked puzzled, but quickly brushed off whatever concerns he may have had.

  “Do you feel all right?” he asked.

  “Fine,” I purred seductively as I pulled him close to me.

  “Then I wouldn’t worry about it,” he said, smiling down at me.

  He leaned forward, as if to kiss me and I ran my fingers through his hair just as he stepped underneath the water. I felt a rush of desire flood through me and knew the effect my voice would have once I spoke again.

  “The only thing that worries me is whether or not my strength will last long enough to do what I have in mind.”

  Alfred placed his hands around my waist and lifted me, pressing my back against the cool tile. I kissed him with renewed fervor as I wrapped myself around him. I got a better hold on Alfred’s hair and tilted his head back, giving myself better access to his throat.

  I nuzzled at his neck, biting gently along the tender skin near his collar bone.

  “Be gentle,” he whispered.

  I looked up at the smirk he was wearing and replied, “What’s the matter? Have you never been bitten before?”

  “Yes,” he joked, “but never this bad.”

  I gasped as he pressed his cock against me, reminding me very vividly that I might not be able to take him again so soon. Alfred slid me up the wall, so I was only slightly higher up than he was, and buried his face against my breasts. My breath caught in a strangled gasp as I braced myself against his shoulders. The water fell down Alfred’s back and washed between our bodies. The rush of warm water combined with his hot tongue was more than I could handle.