Bloodright

by Karin Tabke

  “Get out, Lucien!”

  His grin widening, he shook his head no. Falon snapped. And when she did, she unloaded.

  Lucien caught her before she drilled him deeper into his desk and destroyed his expensive equipment. The beast in her was out of control. If it was anyone but her, his beast would meet hers head-on and fight until she submitted. But he would not hurt Falon like that. Not when he did not have to hurt her to get her to submit. Not when he had more enjoyable ways to do it.

  He grabbed her snarling body tighter to him and tried to stand. But she was having none of it. Her nails sunk into his biceps, her teeth into his shoulder. She ripped and tore his flesh. She kicked and kneed his thighs, trying to get him in the balls. He deflected each kick. His blood slickened his skin, and his hold on her slipped.

  “Falon! Stop before you get hurt.”

  “You’re the one getting hurt!” she snarled and laid into him again. Each time he tried to stand with her, she managed to force him back to the floor. “I hate you!” she spat, tearing at him. “I hate you!”

  He rolled over with her against his chest, then rolled over again until he pinned her to the floor. He grabbed her hands, his blood making it difficult to get traction. Her knee came up between his thighs and she caught him. He grunted in pain.

  “That’s it!” he snarled. He shoved his knee between her legs and grabbed her hands. With one hand, he yanked her arms above her head. With his other hand, he shoved the leg she was trying to gouge him with to the floor. “Stop it right now, Falon.”

  She arched and wiggled, trying to get out of his hold. “When you’re dead, I’ll stop!”

  He laughed at her threats. It only infuriated her. She screamed her frustration and arched her back into a perfect C to get him off her. But he was too strong. Even that mental power trick she had could not free her.

  He looked at her furious blue eyes and could not help himself. He grinned again. She was a magnificent sight. Her wild black hair was everywhere, her furious blue eyes never sparked so brightly, her nostrils flared, the slightest trickle of blood ran from her nose. The full, succulent lips he dreamed about were parted in a most fuckable way.

  He could not help but be aroused by her. Not just the physical aspects of her, but the complexity of her. Mara had been beautiful and sexy as hell, but she had not had the depth of character or the fight in her that Falon had. In fact, Mara hadn’t come close to Falon. No woman could.

  Falon’s eyes widened as his cock thickened against her belly. “Don’t you dare, Lucien!”

  His grin widened to the point of pain. “Falon,” he said huskily, “I would dare anything to make love to you right now.” He dropped his head to hover just above hers. “Anything except fuel your hatred.” His lips swept across hers in a slow sensuous slide. “Please don’t hate me.”

  Her body trembled beneath his. Warm salty tears touched his lips.

  He raised his lips from hers and cupped her face in his hands. “Don’t cry.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. He kissed the tear streaks away. It only made her cry harder. What the hell had he done to cause this emotional tidal wave? He would much rather deal with the spitfire than the waterfalls.

  “Falon, talk to me.”

  She opened her watery eyes and shook her head. “I don’t hate you, Lucien.” She grabbed his hair. “I want to hate you! I should hate you!” She released his hair and lay back onto the floor. “But I don’t. I don’t know why. I wish I could.”

  He dropped his lips to the pulse beat at the base of her neck. “You want to hate me because you love Rafa?”

  She swallowed against his lips. “If I hated you—then I would not want you.”

  He lifted his head. His eyes quietly held hers.

  “And because I want you, I feel as if I have betrayed Rafa. And that I truly hate.” She choked back a sob. “He knows I have lain with you. He knows you have marked me, and I know it has broken his heart one hundred times over. I can barely stand the pain of it.” She choked back another heart-wrenching sob. “But, you and me, because we share blood or just because we share chemistry, or something else we don’t know about, whatever this physical thing is between us… I don’t want to stop it. And I hate myself for that.”

  “Falon, we are blood bound. I cannot fight what is between us any more than you can. Even if I were on good terms with Rafa, I could not stop this thing between us. Fight it, yes. I have fought it every second of every minute of every day since we traded blood at Vulkasin. It’s stronger now that more blood has been exchanged. But even with the blood bond, Falon, there is a natural attraction between us that defies all logic.” He kissed the tender spot on her neck. “And you bear my mark. Gods willing, one day soon you will bear my child.”

  “It will destroy Rafael.”

  Lucien tempered his jealousy. “Hearts are meant to be broken, Falon, just as they are meant to heal and love again.” His words stunned him, especially when he realized that somewhere in the deepest, darkest, coldest depths of his heart, he might yet love again.

  He dug his hands into her hair, smoothing it away from her face. “My brother and I have been witness to the most traumatic pain a child could be exposed to, and yet, we endured. By my brother’s hand, my chosen one was destroyed while in my arms, and I endured. Rafael had his chosen one ripped from his arms, and he will endure. We are Lycan, Falon. Our entire existence has been an endurance test. And we are still standing, despite eight hundred years of being hunted.”

  “I’m afraid, Lucien.”

  “I will protect you.” He lowered his lips to her salty lips and nudged them apart. Her body trembled beneath his. “I love when your body does that,” he said against her lips.

  “Does what?”

  “Trembles when it realizes it cannot fight this thing between us.”

  His hands swept down her face to her neck and shoulders. His thumbs slid across her tight nipples. Falon moaned, arching into his hands.

  His kiss deepened. Desire caught fire in his loins and spread like a wildfire through his body. When she did not rebuff him, his fire flared out of control. His cupped her breasts, his lips trailing down her neck to each sweet peak. Falon arched and grabbed his shoulders.

  He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him.

  To his surprise and fascination, he felt the warm wetness of her tongue slide across the bite on his shoulder. His entire body wracked with pleasure. The sensation of her healing tongue was unlike anything he had ever felt. His cock thickened and his balls swelled.

  “Falon,” he breathed and ripped her tiny top from her body. Her hot tits speared his chest. He pulled the flimsy panties from her bottom, and then pulled off his boxer briefs.

  She slurped and moaned with pleasure as she tended his wounds, tugging him down to his balls. His fingers dug into her ass. The beast in him snarled and began to rise. His hips thrust against her. He wanted Falon with such urgency; he feared he might hurt her.

  She moved behind him to heal the bite wounds on the back of his shoulder. Her long hair swept across his hot skin, her breasts pressed into his back. Her hands slid down his taut belly, brushing the dewy head of his cock, then along his cock piercing.

  He hissed in a sharp breath. Closing his eyes, Lucien tilted his head back and grabbed her hand, guiding it to his shaft, then wrapped her fingers around him. He hissed in another breath when she squeezed. Placing his hand around hers, he slowly began to pump as her wicked tongue licked and sucked his wounds. The cadence of both strokes stiffened him to the consistency of granite.

  Reaching his free hand behind his back, Lucien slid his hand down her taut belly, across her smooth mons to her slick little clit. She moaned pressing into him. When she did, her teeth scraped a bite on his shoulder, drawing fresh blood. Lucien grit his teeth, reveling in the mixture of pain and pleasure. Oh, the things he could do to her. Would do to her.

  He dipped a finger into her steamy pussy. She hissed and bit h
im harder. His cock jerked in response. Pressing his finger deeper into her, Lucien squeezed her hand tighter around his hungry cock. And set a slow, measured rhythm. She pumped him from root to head in agonizing slowness, as his finger thrust in and out of her liquid heat. Her lips followed the same slow, sensual grind.

  It was all he could do not to come. He wanted this to last. He wanted it to last because he knew she was doing it because she wanted to, not for Rafael.

  HEALING LUCIEN INFUSED Falon with supercharged pheromones. His blood inspired wantonness. Her beast demanded his meet her halfway. Her entire body thrummed with sensation. It took everything Falon had in her not to shove him onto his back on the floor and ride him off into the sunset. This thing between them defied reason. His blood was a potent sexual stimulant she could not resist even if she wanted to.

  “Lucien,” she cried. The orgasm came out of nowhere and slammed into her. His thick fingertip tapped that sweet spot high inside her. “Oh—” He swirled his finger inside her, sweeping back and forth across that sensitive spot, then vibrated against it. “Oh, God.” She clamped down around his finger and rode the intense orgasm out. It left her breathless and panting for more.

  “I’m going to fuck you like an animal, Falon,” Lucien said as he turned around and forced her on all fours.

  Wild wanton abandon caught fire in her. She wanted feral, wicked, decadent sex. Sex that would make her forget the pain. Sex that would blow her mind. She wanted to ride, be ridden, and—

  “Make me forget everything but you,” she begged.

  “I’m shameless, Falon,” he whispered against her ear. “Do you want to be shameless with me?”

  She did not hesitate. “Yes.”

  She felt him shift behind her.

  “Lucien!” she gasped, turning around. His fierce black wolf growled low, his golden eyes glittering in the low glow of the room. He nudged her back onto all fours. Unsure, Falon waited, afraid, excited—his nose sniffed along the smooth dip of her back, toward her shoulders. He nuzzled her neck, licking her. Goose bumps shivered across her skin. His tongue was warm and moist. Long and strong. It felt good…

  He licked her shoulder and her arm, then ducked his head and licked the side of her right breast. Falon hissed in a long breath, fighting her sense of propriety and the fact that it felt so good. He licked her again, catching her sensitive nipple. She swallowed hard, swaying away from him.

  He growled low and nudged her until she moved back into him. His fur was silky soft, sensuality against her skin. He licked her nipple again. Shamelessly, her breasts swelled. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the sensations. In long, slow swaths, he licked her breasts, her nipples, her back, and her belly. When he moved behind her, Falon stiffened in anticipation. It mortified her, but she was too far gone to stop him. Her beast wanted his beast. Demanded it. And it didn’t matter how.

  His nose tracked along the swell of her bottom, stopping just above her anus. Her body trembled when he dipped his nose lower to her pussy and sniffed. Her muscles clenched and unclenched, like a red flag to a bull, her female taunting his male. She was so wet, her scent so strong, she was sure the pack could smell it three floors below. Her arms and legs shook violently.

  Lucien was wicked. She’d known he would have no boundaries when it came to sex. He was wild, willful, and—

  “Oh!”

  His tongue lapped between her thighs, just barely grazing her swollen lips. Her pussy pulsed. Her beast snarled. Lucien licked her again, this time with a long deep swath from her clit to her anus. Hot shards of sensation prickled along her nerve endings. He did it again. “Lu-ci-en.” God, it felt so good. Wantonly she spread her thighs, and her creamy wetness trickled down the inside of her legs. She was so hot, so turned on, so hungry for him, she could come with just a breeze.

  He licked her lush honey from the inside of her thighs. It drove her crazy.

  She dug her nails into the carpet, shredding it. She tilted her hips upward wanting him there at the very core of her. Lucien put a big paw on her behind, and turning his head sideways, he licked her again. His long, powerful tongue slipped between her labia and into her, swirling around the soft, sensitive pink inner parts of her. She sobbed with pleasure, the sensation so fiercely hot, she could scarcely breathe.

  Each time he licked her, his salacious tongue swathed around her straining clitoris, hugging it, sliding against it, releasing it, pushing her further and further to the edge. She wanted penetration. Violation. Obliteration. Needed it like a drug. When he mounted her, she cried out. She could stand it no more. She spread her thighs farther, tilting her hips down and back, offering her sweltering pussy to him.

  Shift, Lucien.

  He shifted just as he slid his cock balls-deep into her. Falon screamed, the sensation so sublime her sensors could barely process the overload. Her muscles clamped possessively around him as his hands grasped the cradle of her hips.

  “Falon,” he growled. “I just want to tear you up inside.”

  The tension in his body was so tight she feared he would snap in half. She felt it in the stutter of his heartbeat. The way he pressed deeper into her, the force of his hands on her. His power and energy throbbed like a lightning rod inside of her. He pulled out, and her awareness of him was so acute, she could feel the thick vein running the length of his cock as it slid along her vaginal walls. When he thrust back into her, she could feel the wide fleshy head of his cock and the smooth ball of his cock ring as it sluiced along the sensitive flesh inside, stimulating her to higher heights. He ground against her hips, the hot weight of his balls slapping her sensitive pussy lips and caressing her hard clit, driving her mad.

  “You make me forget who I am.” He thrust into her again. “Jesus, you feel so right.”

  Hot moisture stung her eyes. This was a Lucien she had never known existed, let alone believed she’d ever witness. Each time he withdrew, then thrust deeply into her, Falon lost a little piece of herself to him. She had allowed him to do what she had never allowed Rafael to do, though he had tried.

  The taboo of Lucien’s beast and her human joining as it did should have mortified her, but she felt the complete opposite. They were Lycan. Human and wolf. Why could not both meet? Lycan did not follow the same rules as polite society. They were supernatural creatures of the night. Driven by their primal fire.

  But still, what did that say about her, that she allowed his wolf that human part of her?

  Stop analyzing, Falon, he said roughly. Let go.

  He crashed into her, yanking her from the cerebral part of their joining, bringing her back to the primal physicality of it.

  Because he had no shame, Falon could lose hers, running brazenly with him on this wild, indecent romp. And ride her hard he did. He took her to a place she had never been.

  Six

  THE BEAST IN Falon snarled, fighting for release. She cried out as its claws scraped her belly and its fangs gnashed at her womb, jerking her from the pleasure of Lucien’s touch with its own. What does it want, Lucien?

  Freedom.

  How do I free it? she cried as panic gripped her.

  Just let it go, Falon.

  Lucien’s body filled her with such urgency she was afraid if she let go she would never come back.

  Let it go.

  Arching, she flung her head back. Lucien pulled out of her. She snarled, rearing up, her slick back sluiced against his sweltering chest. He grabbed her up and tighter to his chest and impaled her from behind, his thrusts never missing a beat. Drawn wire tight, she snaked her arms up and around his neck, digging her fingers into his thick hair, and spreading her thighs to give him better access. She was as connected to him as two beings could be. Perspiration soaked her skin, a red haze of blood blurred her vision, and her pussy clutched his cock like a fist refusing to let it go.

  “Christ,” he called out hoarsely.

  She ground her ass against him, burying him deeper into her. Falon could not breathe past the sensation
s of him inside of her and the wild, wanton demands of her beast.

  She dug her nails into his thighs, leaving bloody furrows in their wake. The heady scent of his blood drove the furious beast inside her insane.

  Lucien wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her steady. With his other hand he swept her hair up away from her neck. He licked the mark he had made. Moaning, Falon pressed her head back into the crook of his neck, straining against him. His hands slid to her breasts, cupping them roughly together just as he scraped his sharp teeth along the vital vein in her neck. His hot breath and primal growl was so much like his wolf’s that Falon half wondered if he had shifted.

  Her beast answered with a long, pealing cry as she came in a violent maelstrom of erotic overload. Her muscles clenched tightly around him, giving him no quarter. Impaled upon him, her body jerked and bucked in a wild fit of debauched bliss. And the entire time, Lucien held her steady, never letting her fall.

  It took a long time for her muscles to stop clamping spasmodically around Lucien. Only God knew how he maintained the control not to move inside her when her muscles finally released him. She could not catch her breath no matter how many gulps she blew in and out.

  She turned slightly to look up at him. His eyes blazed like beacons in a turbulent sea. Once again, she raised her arms up and dug her fingers into his damp hair, pulling his lips to hers. If it were possible, he swelled fuller inside of her.

  She moaned and clenched him deeper into her. She was so wet and still so hot for him the intensity of it scared her.

  His tongue slid across her tongue, deepening the kiss. She turned more fully into him. He slipped out of her and pressed her gently back onto the carpet. Before her back hit the floor, he filled her again.

  She closed her eyes, reveling in the slick, hard feel of his body inside her. Every inch of her body throbbed. Every pore in her skin was sweat soaked. And every inch of her womb burned like fire. He had torn her up, and she wanted it again.

  Suddenly, it was all too much. Not just the closeness of their bodies, but the meeting of their hearts.