“You haven’t come for me yet.”
“I will,” she promised.
“But I love how you smell right now. You are so ripe, almost to the edge. It’s an intoxicating scent.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I do.” And then he pulled out of her. His cock was huge, swollen and thick, shiny from her come clinging to it. “I imagine you would taste as wonderful as you smell.”
“God. Oh Dimitri. Shit.” She moved her hands quickly when he let go of her wrists but wasn’t fast enough to grab him before he slid down her, readjusting himself so that he was on all fours between her legs. When he lowered his mouth to her pussy, his thick black hair fell around his head, shrouding his face, and tickled her inner thighs. “This is so perfect,” she uttered, turning her head to the side as she bit her lip.
His tongue stroked her, dipping inside and then lapping at her rich cream. Dimitri pressed long fingers into her legs, keeping her in the position he wanted while feasting on her oversensitive flesh. She jerked when he nipped at her, and his deep chuckle vibrated her insides.
“Perfect is hardly the word for it,” he told her, almost growling when he spoke. “You taste so damned good.”
“That feels so good.” She almost purred.
He did things to her no other werewolf ever bothered to do. His mouth moved so gently over her pussy. His tongue darted around her clit and then pressed into it just enough to about make her pass out. She held on to his shoulders, digging in for dear life while he took his time devouring her.
A gift willing to help you. Accept it. The greatest asset. His thoughts made no sense. They were disjointed, coming at her in bits and pieces. It was like he wasn’t really thinking and his mind rambled at will while his body took hers over the edge.
The pressure grew inside her. Her pussy tingled and swelled until there was no stopping her orgasm. Every muscle in her body stiffened. Her senses heightened, and for a brief moment she panicked, afraid she would change underneath him. The more natural part of her, the side relying on instinct and the urge to claim and possess, screamed for release as she exploded.
“Holy shit! I can’t…” She panted so hard she could barely speak. “Don’t stop.”
“That’s it, little bitch. Come all over me.” His tongue dove deep inside her and then moved back and forth over her throbbing pussy until she thrust against him.
His grip tightened, keeping her in place when she would have leapt off the floor. She breathed so heavily that it made her lightheaded, and she gazed at him with blurred vision when he raised his head.
Rosa never saw a more satisfied grin on a werewolf. “Do I taste that good?” she whispered, her voice cracking as if she had just howled too much.
“You tell me.” He moved over her and then lowered his mouth to hers.
The taste of herself on his lips brought forth the wild side in her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and then dragged her fingers through his thick hair. Their tongues danced around each other, exploring and claiming each other’s mouth. Kissing him made her heart swell and throb as hard as her pussy. Dimitri was such a compassionate lover. He made her want to cry and laugh all at the same time. Such emotions rushed from him while he kissed her. Emotions he wouldn’t let the world see any other time. The taste of her on his lips filled her mouth. She loved her scent on him. He raised his head and his eyes laced with silver as he watched her lick her lips and taste herself.
The ripe smell of lust filled the air so that it was all she inhaled. Already all the emotions she inhaled a moment ago were back in check. “That was incredible, Dimitri,” she told him, suddenly feeling very bold. “What other hidden talents do you have?”
“No werewolf reveals all his secrets.” His incredibly satisfied expression matched his serene thoughts.
She really can’t find any fault in me. What will she think when she finally sees how flawed I am?
“Then I’ll just have to learn about them on my own.” She wrapped her legs around him before he could pull away from her.
But she didn’t have to beg. He wanted back inside her as desperately as she needed him there. This time though, he entered her slowly, taking his time. He stroked her soaked pussy and she loved every sensation rippling inside her while he slowly built up the friction once again.
Rosa drowned in his attentive gaze. His eyes were so dark, such a rich chocolate color that swarmed with all the emotions that Dimitri fought so hard every minute to keep concealed. She saw his worry, his fears, the uncertainty of what grew between them and the incredible pleasure that she offered him. And when she was sure he would explode, when his cock started twitching and swelling even more inside her, he suddenly pulled out and grabbed her.
“Flip over,” he instructed. “On your hands and knees. Let me show you how deep it can get.”
“I doubt I can take it any deeper.” But she rolled over and adjusted herself so that she knelt underneath him.
Dimitri wasted no time sliding back inside her. And he was right.
“God. It’s too much.” She clawed at the floor, dragging the carpet underneath her until it was wrinkled in her hands. When she realized she was fighting to get away from him, she held on to the throw rug like it was a lifeline.
But he grabbed her arms, pulling backward and knocking her off balance. The side of her face rested against the carpet and she strained to look up at him as he held her arms and kept her from raising herself back up. Then the tip of his cock nudged against part of her that had never been touched before.
Rosa screamed. Certain she would pass out, she experienced a level of pleasure that she was positive very few bitches ever lived through.
The moment he started to swell, she stilled. Not because he grew noticeably larger inside her. Not because incredibly sensitive muscles were stretched and pushed more than she’d ever experienced before.
But because of his thoughts.
They want me to have her. They came here to let me know she was arriving, and to claim her. Rosa has been offered to me. Mine.
Did he think that last word, or say it?
Rosa wasn’t sure. At that moment his cock grew so much inside her that the acute pain exploded, causing every nerve ending inside her to spark to life. At the same moment, right when he came, the most intense pleasure possible pushed her over the edge—again.
Dimitri just swelled inside her, bonding the two of them together.
Werewolf tradition spoke clearly about this act of lovemaking. When a male swelled inside a female, came deep in her womb and grew to a size where he couldn’t easily slide out when they were done, it meant they were mated.
Mating was for life.
She couldn’t catch her breath.
“Did I hurt you?” He whispered over her shoulder.
Rosa shook her head, her voice too raspy to speak.
Dimitri let go of her arms, massaging them as she stretched out on the carpet. He moved slowly, wrapping his arms around her and offering a large, firm bicep as a perfect pillow. Her heart pattered furiously in her chest and she was positive that she would never catch her breath.
Every inch of him pressed against her backside. His rich, musky aroma wrapped around her. His arms and legs kept her pinned to him. She could lie here by his side for the rest of the day.
“Has a male ever swelled inside you before?”
“No.”
“Good.” And no other male ever will.
Her brain was in too much of a fog to be able to tell what he said aloud and what he thought.
She couldn’t help grinning and tried to stop it, praying he wouldn’t get mad if he saw that she smiled at his thoughts. Unless he spoke that last sentence, in which case she really should say something. The only words that came to mind were probably ones he wasn’t ready to hear.
“I want to go with you.” She was raw, throbbing and unsure that her legs would hold her when she stepped out of his bathroom. Rubbing her hair dry with his towel after
enjoying a very hot shower, she paused when she smelled his irritation and realized he was on the phone.
“I’m the leader of this pack,” he bellowed.
Rosa jumped in spite of herself. Her inner ears tickled when the female at the other end of the line yelled into the phone. Instinct demanded that her senses come to life, grow just a bit more fine-tuned. Even though it was eavesdropping, she let the change loose inside her just enough to make her hearing more acute. Every movement around her was suddenly more obvious. Dimitri walking barefoot back and forth across his living room. The floorboards underneath him squeaked from his weight. And Erin, whose voice she now recognized, lecturing him on the other end of the line.
“He called Juan. And he’s livid that she isn’t at her den. Her mother doesn’t know where she is and he believes she is with you. Dimitri, don’t be an ass. Just take her back to her den.”
“I’ll do whatever I damned well please with her.” Dimitri smelled her standing in the doorway to the living room, sniffing quickly as he raised his head and met her gaze. A low, irritated growl escaped his throat. “I don’t fear him.”
“Well maybe you should.” Erin hung up on him loud enough that Rosa jumped again, suddenly feeling too skittish for her own good.
She didn’t need the gift to guess what was going on here. “Maybe if we left now…”
“Are you suggesting there is someone I should fear?”
Her cell phone rang and she glanced at the living room floor where her clothes were, and then up at Dimitri before walking over and picking up her jeans. She pulled her phone out and flipped it open.
“Hello.”
“Rosa. This is Erin.” The bitch sounded very upset. “Where are you?”
Dimitri’s hardened expression was all she needed to see to know that lying wouldn’t work here. She fought not to wince at the severity of his thoughts.
“I’m with Dimitri,” she said, working to keep her tone calm.
“Rosa. Please. I know you don’t owe me any favors. Dimitri is a stubborn pain in the ass. If you care about him at all, please. Please return to your den. Dante was just here and he’s livid. Things were crashing all over the place. Maybe if he just had time to get accustomed to the idea of you being with my littermate.” Erin paused and hissed through the phone as she sucked in a breath. “Would you please return to your den?”
“You have my word that Dimitri won’t get hurt.” The moment she said the words she understood why she shouldn’t have.
Dimitri yanked the phone out of her hand and threw it across the room. “Promise me this right now.” He pointed his finger in her face and his eyes glowed silver while outrage swarmed around him, making the veins bulge in his arm and neck as his muscles grew. “You will never use that gift of yours to stop a fight that is mine.”
She looked at him wide-eyed, not daring to move toward her probably destroyed phone. Her mouth suddenly went dry. “I would kill for you,” she admitted, and her eyes burned with tears that she prayed wouldn’t fall.
I would kill for you too. He was too stubborn to put his thoughts into words.
Instead he stared at her, fighting the thoughts and desires that attacked his senses. She witnessed the war going on in his brain and the turbulence rumbling inside him. His littermate’s demands infuriated him worse than the knowledge that Dante might very well be here soon.
“You will kill no one today,” he whispered, his tone so controlled it sent a chill rushing over her flesh. “Now get dressed and I’ll return you to your den.”
“Dimitri, please don’t.” Pushing him too far right now wasn’t in her best interest. She saw that. “Let’s just head out to the WA office.”
“Going there was your idea. I never approved it.”
“But I could help.”
“What would you do?” His hair was tousled around his face and her scent clung to his skin, somewhat dimming the smell of his anger. But his brown eyes, still lightly laced with silver and outlined by his black lashes and eyebrows were so damned sexy. He was too good-looking for her to fear.
“The males and bitches in that government office live a life of servitude. Submitting to them would get you a lot further than demanding they belly up for you. Let me do that submitting for you. Please.”
“You’re not going to submit to any of them.” He gave her one last hard look before turning away and combing his hair with his fingers.
Am I ready for any of her den to smell my scent embedded in her? Hell! She’s showered and still she reeks of me. And God damn. She smells better than she’s ever smelled. You aren’t going to be able to let her go, you bastard. The last thing you need is a mate, but just look how she looks at you, how she begs to help you care for the pack. Why am I being given such a perfect gift? The last thing I can let myself do is fuck this up. But what happens when she finally sees how I really am?
Rosa quickly wiped the tear that escaped down her cheek, praying he wouldn’t smell her crying and question her. He didn’t want her in his mind. But how did she turn off his thoughts? They came to her like quick waves at high tide. There was no way she could outrun them. And she honestly didn’t want to.
One of the logs popped in the fire, making a loud cracking sound. At the same moment, a noise that sounded like a hard, strong wind attacked the den from outside. Both of them looked at the front door at the same time. It flew open with enough force that it slammed against the wall behind it and shook the den. Rosa jumped as the vibration tickled her feet.
“Get your clothes.” Dimitri sounded too damned calm, and suddenly his thoughts were under so much control she hardly heard them.
He bent down to pick up her shirt and shoes and handed them to her, pushing her backward as he did. “Go get dressed—and don’t interfere.” He searched her face for just a moment, looking as calm as he sounded.
His cool attitude only added to the anxiety crawling over her skin. She glanced past him just as Dante appeared in the doorway. At the same time, Dimitri shoved her hard enough that she almost tripped backward over her feet.
“Don’t ever disrespect this den, or your pack leader, like that again.” Dimitri cleared the distance between her and the front door with two long strides, then moved in on Dante without a shred of fear coming off him.
Rosa, on the other hand, couldn’t control her nerves. She almost fell through the doorway into the bathroom as she struggled to climb into her jeans. Then she started putting on her shoe before she had both of her legs in her pants.
“Shit,” she hissed, yanking her shoe off while her fingers shook worse than leaves on a tree during a nasty spring storm.
The ceramic bowl on the sink that held a bar of soap started rattling and she jerked her head up, eyeing it with growing aggravation. The gift swarmed out of control inside her just like she were some idiot cub who was incapable of controlling whether she stayed in her fur or flesh. If she didn’t get a grip on herself and the gift that swelled in her veins, things would start flying. She pulled her jeans up her still-damp legs and bit her lip as she cursed. The change threatened to get the better of her too.
Hell. She was a mess. And why?
Dimitri’s controlled baritone in the other room should reassure her. He didn’t fear Dante. And she refused to think that maybe he should. It didn’t matter that Dante had more control over the gift than any werewolf she knew. Dimitri called on Dante’s honor and loyalty to the pack, and she knew both ran strong in the werewolf.
But Dante was pissed.
Dimitri had a temper too.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
She fought with her shirt and almost shredded it with her growing fingernails before she managed to pull it over her head.
“Return my cousin to me.” Dante’s voice boomed off the walls of the den. “I can smell her in here. Don’t try to hide her.”
“She’s not hiding. She’s dressing.” Dimitri’s words chilled the air.
Rosa froze and looked up as she put on her shoes. “Oh Go
d,” she moaned.
“What’s going on here?” It was another werewolf.
Rosa quickly sniffed out the newcomer. His scent and voice were familiar, but her brain was too frazzled to figure out who was here.
“Where’s Rosa?” a female asked.
Rosa hurried out of the bathroom and stared at Josie and his new mate, Maura, a pretty lunewulf she’d met a few times before.
“Rosa, we’re leaving.” Dante extended his hand to her, his expression chiseled in stone and the fierceness pulsing through him giving him an incredibly dangerous look.
Dimitri moved, blocking her view of Dante. “Is there a reason you two are here?” he asked Josie with a biting, accusatory tone.
Rosa flinched, knowing Josie was one of Dimitri’s closer friends. She was able to see the tall, well built werewolf. His expression didn’t change as he stared at Dimitri, not looking past him to her.
Instead of answering him, Josie turned on Dante. “Does the bitch look like she wants to leave with you?”
“Stay out of this, Balzon. She is my den.”
“Smells to me like that might not be true.” Josie’s bold words made her cheeks burn furiously.
Suddenly more than anything, she wanted to run. Josie and Dante screamed at each other with their thoughts, their threats deadly and curdling her blood with their hostility and challenging words toward each other.
There is no way you’re fucking mating with this bastard, Dante growled with his mind.
She ignored him. Instead she focused on Dimitri’s back, fighting to hear his thoughts over the other two alpha males. The aggressive smells in the room turned her stomach and she almost jumped when a popping sound outside had her looking around the males toward the open door.
“What the fuck?” Dante growled and turned, taking long, determined strides toward the car that had parked in front of Dimitri’s den.
She watched Juan get out of the car and then Dante and Juan argue in front of Dimitri’s den.
“It’s a damned party,” Dimitri grumbled.
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