McKenzie, Cooper - The Soldier's Mate [Prequel to The Billionaire's Mate] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Cooper McKenzie

  Opening her mouth she returned to the task of giving him such pleasure he would never be able to sit in this chair without remembering this moment.

  She knew he would take the job Adam offered. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but eventually he would say yes. He would not be able to sit around pretending to be a househusband for long. He was too alive, too smart, and too vital to play golf with the other retirees.

  Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself to take him to the root. She swallowed on him several times before backing off again. The pads of her thumbs rubbed small circles around his balls, stroking the skin softly as she swallowed again and again, caressing his entire length.

  For a moment she wished she had a third hand so she could play with herself as well, so they could come together. But that wish disappeared when his cock jerked as she swirled her tongue around the head before taking him deep again.

  “Oh, shit,” he growled as his fingers tightened in her hair.

  His leg muscles clenched and his hips began to thrust up as his release overwhelmed him. She swallowed his essence as it exploded from him, grinning in delight around his length. She continued on his length until he relaxed back in the chair. Even then, she did not release him. She held him gently in the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue softly stroked the thick vein that ran the lengthy underside of his cock. She did not release him until he slid his hands beneath her arms, and he lifted her to her feet.

  “That was beautiful,” he said in a whisper. Once she was on her feet, he positioned her so she leaned against the desk. “But it wasn’t quite what I’d planned when we came in here. Lean back, love.” He ran a hand between her legs, through her folds and over her clit. She shivered with renewed hunger as his fingers then traced up her body to the valley between her breasts.

  He pressed gently until she reclined on top of the desk. He lifted her legs and set her feet on the arms of the chair, opening her to him completely. “Now hold still. It’s my turn to give you pleasure.”

  She tensed when his hands pushed her knees even further apart, then relaxed when his palms rubbed up and down the insides of her thighs from knees to pussy and back again. Lifting her head, she watched as his head moved closer to her body. She moaned when his fingers parted her, then warm breath brushed over her open, wet folds.

  “You smell so good,” he murmured just before his tongue swept over her midline in one long stroke from taint to cunt to clit.

  Angel jolted and moaned as the arousal that had cooled as she’d loved on him flared to life once again, burning her with its intensity. Her hands clenched in response, and her nails scratched against the desk as she grasped for something, anything, to hold onto. Her breath caught when Nick swirled the point of his tongue around her knotted clit, making tiny hot circles around the pulsating flesh.

  As he flicked and teased her pleasure center, she began to float away on the cloud of arousal that had been building since they’d walked in the room. She needed something to cling to before she blew away like a child’s balloon in a tornado. “Hands,” she said, reaching toward him. “Give me your hands.”

  A moment later his arms slid onto the desk, bracketing her ample hips. As soon as their fingers intertwined, the orgasm she’d kept at bay while ministering to him blazed through her, burning her to the core with a firestorm of pleasure. Mindful that they were in a busy office building, she fought to gasp softly, instead of screaming as she normally did when Nick brought her to a climax.

  When he took her clit in his hot mouth and suckled, her head and shoulders came off the desk as every muscle in her body clenched. She jolted again when he released the nub of nerves and dropped lower to lap at the juices spilling from her core.

  “Such a sweet honey pot,” he purred as he licked at her, keeping her orgasm from completely abating.

  A moment later he stood, and she felt the large, blunted head of his cock slide into her. They sighed together as he pushed fully inside her. Her cunt tightened rhythmically around him in response. Once deep inside her, he froze as he always did, giving her a moment to adjust to his length and girth. Then he slowly pulled out until just the head remained inside her. Then back in just as slowly.

  Angel opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Faster,” she said as she reached up with one hand and brushed her fingertips over his chest. The other hand continued to hold his. She was half afraid to release that connection though she didn’t understand why.

  Nick grinned down at her, his eyes half closed as his hips began to move faster and faster. He slid in and out at an ever increasing rate. The blaze between them raged higher and higher until it felt like the air around them was about to catch fire. He took a nipple in his mouth, sucking the entire tip into his mouth. Electricity shot from nipple to cunt then out to all the nerves of her body. Her back arched in response, trying to get even closer to this man who held her soul in the palm of his hand.

  She squeaked when he moved his attentions to her other breast. Her free hand came up to hold his mouth in place against her breast. His short hair tickled her fingers. “Nick,” she panted, her orgasm closing around her once again. “Gonna come.”

  He rose over her, his expression fierce as his hips moved faster and faster, harder and harder. In and out, in and out, in and out. Reaching for her other hand, he leaned so they were nose to nose, “Now mate. Come with me now.”

  Angel couldn’t hold back this time. Arching up, she kissed him, screaming into his open mouth. Once her screams trailed off to soft whimpers, he broke the kiss and licked his way down her neck where he latched onto the mating mark. As his teeth entered her skin, her orgasm swelled, and she flew once again, only this time she was screamed out and simply gasped silently for breath.

  He thrust deep, and she felt him swell and pulse as the hot flood of his seed filled her. It took several moments, but finally her orgasm subsided and she relaxed. She felt as if every bone in her body had melted away, leaving a skin-covered pile of goo behind.

  Nick rested heavily against her for several minutes before gently pulling his hands from hers. He helped her sit up, then slid his hands under her butt and lifted her easily. His softening length remained in her as he sat down then settled her over his lap with her head on his shoulder. With one arm around her shoulders to hold her close, he once again began brushing long soothing strokes up and down her spine.

  When she felt strong enough to move again, Angel lifted her head to brush kisses across the pulse that beat strong and steady at the base of his throat. “So, what do you think?” she asked, her voice soft and low.

  “Think? Who can think? If you’re thinking I must not have done something right,” Nick replied with a smile before brushing a kiss at her temple. “Give me a few minutes, and we’ll try again.”

  “I’m not sure I’d survive it if we did,” Angel said with a grin. “I meant, what did you think about my application to be your personal assistant?”

  “Hmmm, I think you should put your name in to be Adam’s personal assistant, not mine. If you worked for me we’d both get fired the first week for not doing our jobs.” Nick wrapped both arms around her. “Besides, I may accept take his job offer.”

  “Oh you’ll take it. And you’ll do a really good job of it, too. But I think you’re right about us working together. Maybe I should just stay where I am, though working with Adam would be more interesting.”

  “Your choice, but you have my support either way.” Nick rested his head against the back of the chair. “Now are you sure you want to go back to work this afternoon?”

  “Yes. I have a couple of hours of work to finish up.” Angel slowly lifted off Nick’s cock and climbed from his lap. She used the attached bathroom to clean up before returning to the office and dressing.

  By the time she’d finished, Nick had pulled his clothes on and looked as fresh as he had when he’d dressed that morning. She, on the other hand, felt rumpled. She just knew her co-workers would know she’d just had sex. If not by her appeara
nce then by the relaxed smile and the glow she felt emanating from her entire body.

  But at least Edmond wouldn’t be there to notice. He would be the only one to make comments aloud about her ruffled state.

  Once they were both presentable, Nick escorted her upstairs to her office. “I’ll pick you up in three hours,” he said before leaning down and kissing her thoroughly.

  Angel heard the sighs and murmurs from her coworkers, but didn’t fight the kiss. This was her man, her mate, and she didn’t care what they thought. “Three hours,” she repeated in a dazed whisper when he finally lifted his head.

  His dark chuckle had her opening her eyes. “Get to work, sweet mate of mine.” He patted her ass gently before walking away.

  With a deep breath, Angel collapsed in her chair. How was she supposed to work when all she wanted was to follow him and repeat again what they’d just finished?

  Chapter 8

  “Tell me again why we’re here?” Angel sounded nervous, and her fear-tainted scent filled the cab of his new pickup truck.

  Nick waited until he’d parked between a brand new Lexus and a battered Suburban before answering. “We have to meet Adam’s council. Though he accepted me, he needs their approval before anything is official. As my mate, you will also be part of the pack, and they need to meet you as well.”

  “So why am I not wearing anything under this dress? They’re not going to want to fuck me, are they?”

  “No, baby. No one will touch you. You are my mate and off limits to everyone, but me. I wanted you naked and available just in case I feel the need to drag you into a closet for a quickie.” Nick smiled as his cock perked up at the image his words painted.

  Angel colored as she shifted in her seat, proving his words had the same effect on her that speaking them had on him. God, she was beautiful. He loved her in all her moods, but most especially aroused with her sweet scent teasing him.

  “Unless you plan on doing something in the next ten seconds, I suggest we go inside and get this evening over with,” she said in a voice low and sultry. “Then we can go home and do something about this,” she reached over and patted the erection tenting the front of his slacks.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Nick climbed from his seat then circled the truck to lift Angel down from hers. When he’d bought the truck that morning, he’d liked the style and the price. It wasn’t until he saw Angel struggle to climb in earlier did he see the added benefits of a tall truck. He didn’t bother to show her the step that made climbing in and out easier. He’d rather keep her in the dark about that so he could be a gentleman.

  As he lowered her to the ground, he purposely slid her down his body so he could feel every soft, voluptuous curve.

  “Mmmm, nice,” he said when her feet finally rested on the ground.

  Before she could step away, he wrapped both arms around her and held her close. Shifting his hips side to side, he rubbed his now hard cock against her belly.

  “Let’s skip this and go find an abandoned road.” Angel said as she shifted even closer with her arms snaked around his waist.

  Though tempted to do just that, Nick gave her a fast hard kiss before releasing her and stepping back. He hesitated a moment when she wobbled before finding her balance.

  When she frowned up at him, he leaned close so they were eye to eye. “We need to go inside before I say to hell with it and take you right here against this truck. Another few seconds and I won’t care who catches us.”

  Angel blinked as she considered his words. Then she nodded slowly and stepped back. When he reached for her hand, she took another step back, holding both hands at shoulder level. “You’d better not touch me again. Right now I’m so horny I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”

  Nick sighed. “After you,” he said with a small wave of his hand.

  It was only as they walked toward the front door did he look beyond Angel’s swaying backside to the house they were visiting.

  “Holy shit,” he said under his breath.

  He’d visited several of Saddam’s palaces while in Iraq and while this wasn’t quite that ostentatious, it did rival some of the smaller castles and larger manor homes he’d seen during the time he’d been stationed around Europe. The huge stone structure looked like it had been standing in the middle of the forest forever.

  “This house has been featured in all the architecture and design magazines,” Angel informed him as they approached the large front door.

  As he raised a hand to knock, the door swung open and an older woman appeared. “Hello, you must be Nick and Angel. I’m Mrs. Nichols. Please come in.”

  “Are we late?” Nick asked as he followed into the foyer.

  “No, you’re right on time. The council gathered about an hour ago to discuss business before your arrival. Now that you’re here, I’ll lay out dinner. That will bring the meeting to a quick conclusion.”

  * * * *

  “Can I do anything to help?” Angel asked in a soft whisper.

  At her age she should not be afraid to meet strangers, but she felt like she was a teenager on her way to the principal’s office for some unknown reason. When Mrs. Nichols studied her with an unreadable expression, Angel held her breath. Was she overdressed? Underdressed? Too forward for a guest? Had she committed some social blunder by offering to help?

  She only relaxed after the woman shrugged with a grin. “Sure, I’m always happy to put Adam’s guests to work. Sam’s setting up the bar in there, Nick. Introduce yourself and have a drink while you wait.” Mrs. Nichols waved toward a door on the left side of the foyer.

  Angel met Nick’s warm gaze. “Are you going to be okay?” he asked softly.

  She smiled and nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

  In the kitchen the two women exchanged pleasantries as they carried platters and bowls piled high with gourmet delights to the dining room. Once everything was set up to the older woman’s satisfaction, she disappeared back into the kitchen while the man she had introduced simply as Sam headed through the doorway into the foyer.

  “Something to drink?” Nick stepped behind the bar.

  “Ginger ale, please,” Angel said, not sure an alcohol-laced drink would help her relax or turn her into a babbling idiot. Better to play it safe and stay sober.

  As Nick delivered her drink, a group of people entered the room from the foyer. They stopped just inside the dining room. Adam was last to enter and had to step around the others to cross the room to join them.

  “Angel, Nick, good to see you. You didn’t have any trouble finding the place, did you?” He shook Angel’s hand and then Nick’s.

  “No, no trouble. Thanks for doing this,” Nick replied before turning his attention to the other council members who remained huddled together across the room, silent and looking uncomfortable.

  Angel was surprised to see Carly in the group, looking strangely pale and guarded. What was going on? Was she mad because Angel had canceled their coffee that week without giving a good excuse?

  “Everyone, this is Nick Nash and his mate, Angel Dugan. Nick, Angel, this is my council. Jean Monroe, Paul Southerland, Terrance Mitchell, Clyde Barnes, Carly Jenkins, and this is my mother, Gwen Thomasson, who is human, but one of my closest advisors.”

  A tiny white-haired woman who’d responded to the introduction as his mother crossed the room with a broad smile. “Welcome to the pack, Nick.” Gwen ignored his offered hand, instead walking up and giving him a big hug. Then she turned to Angel. “Angel, welcome. May you have many, many happy years with your mate.”

  “Uh, thank you.” Angel returned the hug with a relieved sigh. If everyone was as kind as Adam’s mother, maybe this evening wouldn’t be so bad after all.

  Gwen stepped back, but the others remained across the room.

  “Jean? Clyde? Aren’t you going to welcome our new pack members?”

  “But he’s, he’s an alpha!” Clyde, who had a shock of ruffled white hair, sputtered.

  Adam
took a half-step forward as if to reprimand the speaker, but Nick put a hand out.

  Angel’s heart began to race as she watched Nick. He took a deep breath then stepped away from her. She wanted to grab him and pull him back, but something stopped her. She was human and didn’t understand any of this. She would just have to wait and see what the next few minutes held.

  Nick didn’t stop until he stood halfway between them, alone in the center of the room. “Yes, I was born an alpha, but I have been alone in the world since my parents died just before my eighteenth birthday. My father was in the Army, and we were never part of a pack. For the past twenty years the Army has been my career, my home, but I still have no pack to call my own. I’m not interested in challenging Adam for leadership. I just want to settle here with my mate and have a family, if we are blessed with cubs.”

  Since she couldn’t see Nick’s face, Angel watched the council members’ expressions instead. Carly nodded, her expression relaxing, as the other woman wiped a tear away before smiling. The youngest man nodded while the other two, the oldest of the group, still looked skeptical.

  “How are we to trust you won’t change your mind some time down the road?” the old man asked.

  “You can’t, but you have my word that I have no interest in pack politics. I’ve been a soldier for twenty years. I’ve seen more war and death and carnage than you can possibly imagine. All I want now is to spend the rest of my life spoiling my mate. But if we are not welcome here, we’ll go somewhere else and find a pack that’s open to allowing a weary soldier a place to rest.”

  Angel watched and grew tenser and tenser as the council members circled and talked amongst themselves. Finally they seemed to come to an understanding. As a group they turned and crossed to Nick.

  “Welcome, Nick Nash. Welcome to the pack.” Clyde finally smiled. He stepped up and hugged Nick.

  One by one each of the council members hugged him with words of welcome before approaching Angel and welcoming her as well. Carly was last in line. “Welcome home, Nick. You’d better treat Angel well, or you’ll be answering to me.”