But she wasn’t a cub, and she didn’t want to be soothed. “Yes I’m hurt. But not from you throwing me. You wouldn’t hurt me physically, and don’t try to scare me into believing that you would.”
His eyes glowed like onyx when he opened them and stared down at her. “Rosa, you’ve pushed me too far. I shouldn’t have stopped that male earlier up at the stream.”
“Like hell you shouldn’t have.” She pressed her palms against his chest, feeling the hard beating of his heart and the quick breaths he took. “You told me to meet you here. In fact, you demanded it. Why would you do that unless you wanted me?”
When he reached for her hair, this time he stroked it so gently that tears threatened to burn her eyes. But letting her emotions tangle up this conversation would make it even harder to say what needed said. What they both needed to say. She fought not to move, not to blink or even think while he slowly petted her hair and said nothing for a minute.
“Of course I want to fuck you. You know that,” he growled. “Taking you tonight wouldn’t be fucking, though. We’ve moved beyond that.”
“And that scares you,” she prompted.
His attention shifted from his hand stroking her hair to her face. His stare bore into hers, holding her captive until she finally remembered to breathe. And he didn’t look away.
Her reaction time was way off tonight. Once again she didn’t anticipate him leaping forward, crushing her against the wall behind her and tangling his hands in her hair as he devoured her mouth.
His kiss was crushing, demanding, insistent upon her submission and taking everything she had and then some. His tongue speared its way past her teeth, warring with her tongue with an aggression that matched the passion she always knew ran deep in his blood.
Dimitri pressed his body against hers, releasing a deep, hard growl as he forced her mouth open further, continuing to feast on her until she swore she would melt into a puddle at his feet.
He was right. And even if she had been too brain-boggled earlier to think it through herself, they wouldn’t just be fucking tonight. No matter the barrier he had fought to build around himself when he first brought her into his den, his scent ripened until it intoxicated her. And she smelled her own scent too.
They were mating. Whether he would voice it with words or not, his actions and the aroma drifting from his pores made it real damned clear.
If he made love to her like he predicted he would and didn’t announce their mating, she would die. That thought sobered her.
She twisted her head, suddenly needing air. It took a moment before he reacted to her resistance. Breaking the kiss as suddenly as he instigated it, he raised his head, gazing over her head while she rested against the wall and panted.
“I don’t have any resistance with you.” His body pressed against hers, hardening her nipples painfully as the material from his shirt brushed over them.
“I’ve never had any resistance when it came to you.” There wasn’t much room between him and the wall, but she did her best to rub herself against him, need racing inside her when she felt his hard body with hers.
Dimitri gripped her jaw, raising her head and looking down at her. “That doesn’t make me very strong then, now does it?”
“It makes you a werewolf,” she whispered, relaxing in his grip.
Dark, thick lashes hooded his deep, intense gaze. “But I know things about me, things you obviously haven’t sniffed out, or dug deep enough into my brain to find out.”
“What? That you can feel pain? Dimitri, that shows me how deeply you know how to love.”
“No. It doesn’t. My heart is broken, Rosa. Can’t you see that?”
“That would mean you have no compassion, which would make you a pretty shitty pack leader.” She couldn’t shake her head very well with his fingers pressing into her jawbone, but she tried. “And you’re a damned good pack leader, wolf man.”
Her heart thudded in her chest too hard for her to keep speaking. Never in her life had she spoken so boldly, so openly to a werewolf. Dimitri scowled down at her, his thoughts raging so loud there was no escaping them.
Why does she continually compare leading a pack to mating?
She dared smile at him, knowing she would deal with his wrath for answering his mind. “Because both take a strong werewolf, both require your love and devotion, and both are until death.”
He licked his lips, his fingers tightening over her jaw and then easing slightly as he slowly stroked her flesh.
“One requires that I care for many. The other demands that I howl for only one.”
“And you don’t think you can do that?”
I know that I can. But that doesn’t mean that I can love.
She opened her mouth, ready to answer his mind again, but he looked away, relaxing his hand and then lowering it to her neck. Stepping back mere inches, he lowered his gaze to her nakedness and then brushed his knuckles over one nipple.
“I never have,” he confessed quietly, his voice suddenly so hoarse that he sounded like the change threatened him. “Maybe the pain inside me is from missing out and having those close to me burnt to a crisp before I could truly open up to them.”
“Regret doesn’t mean you didn’t love.”
He shook his head, backing off and leaving her standing alone again, instantly missing the warmth of his body. She needed his touch, craved touching him, even if it had been only a second since their bodies pressed against each other. Walking toward him like he was a magnet, she continued following him when he moved across the room.
“You didn’t grow up on Malta. You don’t know.”
“I know you,” she whispered, her heart hurting when she smelled the pain coming from him. She stopped when suddenly glimpses of burning buildings, of screams and pleas for help appeared in his mind. The intensity of what he showed her, although it lasted only a second before he shoved it out of his head, froze her where she stood.
“You don’t know me.” He left her in his living room, walking into his bedroom.
There was no way she would stand in the dark and cold by herself. When she reached his doorway, he’d already stripped his shirt from his body. Sitting on his bed, he reached for his boots, loosening one and then the other. Slowly he pulled them off and tossed them to the side. His socks came off next. Rosa walked across his cold floor, feeling the chill in the room and knowing the only source of heat came from him.
“What I do know of you appeals to me.”
“Appeals?” he challenged, lifting his head and raising one eyebrow. His gaze dropped instantly, taking in her nudity when she stepped close enough that her bare feet touched his toes. “You don’t strike me as the kind of bitch who mates with a male simply because he appeals to her.”
“Do I strike you as the kind of bitch who lies?” Already fire burned her cheeks as she heard his thoughts.
She can’t say that she loves me because she doesn’t. I’ll prove to her this is lust and that will be the end of it.
Dimitri stood, fingering the top button on his jeans and then unzipping them. “I’ve never smelled a lie on you.”
“Nor will you. You want me to tell you that I love you. And you’re right, mating is about love. Dimitri.” She paused, searching for the right way to speak her thoughts. “You’re always on my mind. I smell you no matter where I go or what I’m doing. And I don’t accept that it’s just lust. Maybe it’s the beginning of love.” She whispered her last sentence, unable to raise her gaze from his hands as they pushed his jeans down his muscular thighs.
He stepped out of his jeans and left them crumpled on the floor when he returned to his bed. Pulling back the blankets, he stretched out before her, his cock rock hard and swollen as it stood at attention. Her mouth turned parched just staring at the smooth skin that stretched over the steel underneath it.
“No one will ever accuse me of not having honor. I won’t have it. For that reason, I could never force you into a mating where there was no love.”
“Force me?” she asked, crawling onto the bed next to him and then leaning back on her heels as she watched him reach for his cock. More than anything she wanted her hand where his was. “How could you possibly feel you’re forcing me?”
“You didn’t ask me to swell inside you. And you never hinted that you needed protection from the male out on the run.”
Watching him slowly stroke his cock was making her nuts. She slid closer to him, touching his warm thigh and feeling the coarse hairs tickle her fingertips. “Then why did you do those things?”
“I don’t know.”
She thought he might know. Daring to move closer, she brushed her hair over her shoulder and out of her way, then brought her mouth to his cock. His hand moved as if it knew her thoughts and got out of the way for her. His scent filled her nostrils, the aroma heady and strong enough to tilt her world for a moment. Her fingers wrapped around his thick, hard shaft without instruction. Pulling him to her mouth, she pressed his swollen, smooth head against her lips and focused on his face. “Maybe you did those things because you have feelings for me,” she whispered, moving her lips against his cock as she spoke.
His entire body tensed and his hand quickly moved to her head, applying enough pressure so that he slid deeper into her mouth.
“And maybe I’m just a selfish son of a bitch who’s found something so good that I don’t want to share.” He didn’t let her comment. Gripping her head with both hands, he thrust upward so that his cock slid into her throat until she almost gagged.
She could have turned her head. She could have forced the conversation to continue. But she too had found someone so perfect that she didn’t want to share. And whether Dimitri realized it or not, he had just voiced his reasons for not being able to leave her alone. He could be as selfish as he wanted with her. She didn’t mind a bit.
He didn’t stop her from raising her head until he was barely in her mouth. Then sucking him in as far as she could, she circled her tongue around him, moistening his shaft, and then took him in deeper.
Dimitri growled, a low, menacing sound. He released her head and clawed at the blankets on either side of him while arching his body, tensing completely while his cock grew and stretched in her mouth.
Her lips tingled, creating a sensation that rushed over her body. She straddled his leg, wanting to ride him, rub herself against his skin and seek her own satisfaction while pleasing him. He moved in and out of her, and the curve at the top of his cock pressed her mouth further open, then entered and allowed her to close her lips over him.
Her lashes fluttered and her eyes watered from taking him so deep, but she forced her gaze up, needing to see his face. The strain in his expression was enough to show her that he loved what she did to him. His scent grew muskier, richer and thick, like hot, melting chocolate that she couldn’t wait to taste.
And as if he heard her thoughts, her mouth suddenly filled with a creamy saltiness. His pre-cum got her so excited that she bucked against his leg. Dimitri lifted his head, moving his hands to her shoulders and slowly kneading her muscles.
“You really don’t want me swelling in your mouth.” He grabbed her under her arms, lifting her until his cock slipped out of her mouth. “Come here.”
As he pulled her up his body, she stretched her legs, which added to the thick smell of lust already floating around them. She pulled her knees forward and braced her feet on either side of him so that she knelt doggy-style, with him underneath her. Their eyes locked and the intensity of his gaze made her heart swell. Dimitri gazed at her like a werewolf deeply in love. Not that she ever had a male look at her like Dimitri did now. But the way his look made her heart patter, her belly suddenly flutter and every inch of her tingle was all she needed to know.
And his thoughts, so warm she could cuddle into them and be content for hours, got her as excited as all the hard packed muscle underneath her.
God, those are perfect fucking tits. And the way she’s crawling over me, like I’m her meal and she’s starving. Perfect…just perfect…like a…Queen. Shit.
She lowered her head as his hands rubbed up her arms and nipped at his neck, dragging her teeth over the flesh above his collarbone. The rich, sweet smell of his lust seeped from his pores and filled her mouth. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with his intoxicating smell. Mixed with the saltiness of his pre-cum, he was a feast. And she needed more of him.
“You need me bad, little bitch.”
Sometimes she really believed he understood her a lot better than he let on. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them until a tingling sensation shot straight through her to her pussy. He pulled her up by her breasts until he positioned her where he wanted her. His cock throbbed, full and eager at the entrance of her heat.
“Please,” she breathed and then ran her tongue up the side of his neck.
“Shit,” he hissed. “Take what you want. You ride me.”
He wanted her to do the work. Her mind tangled around her lust and need. She could do this. Make her limbs work, get herself focused. It was the only way she would bring the pressure building inside her to a point where she could think straight again.
Pushing with her arms, she straightened over him. Dimitri held on to her breasts, focusing on them when she put distance between the upper halves of their bodies. Still his scent consumed her, saturating every inch of her lungs. If she walked away right now, she was sure he would still be all she would smell.
Adjusting her legs, she reached between them, pushing her breasts closer together when she grabbed his cock. Dimitri hissed, his lips barely parted and his white teeth seeming like they glowed against his dark skin.
“Don’t move,” she told him, forcing his gaze to her face. “If I’m doing the work, then I’m in charge.”
“You think?” he said, his black hair fanning over his white pillowcase.
Even relaxed, his expression almost as if he were asleep, he looked deadly as hell. His chest rose and fell slowly, the well-developed muscles under his skin shifting slightly as he moved his arms. His hands stayed on her breasts, stroking them and flicking at her nipples while his gaze looked almost lazy, content, willing her to do what she would. Yet he made no promises that she controlled the outcome.
For some reason that got her even hotter. “Yes, I do think,” she whispered, squeezing his cock in her hand while pressing his swollen head against the entrance of her pussy. “Don’t move.”
“Fuck me, little bitch,” he ordered.
His cock twitched when she slowly slid down on it, but he didn’t move. She stared into his face, watching his expression tighten as his mouth closed and his lips pressed together. When his lashes fluttered over his dark eyes and then closed, she gripped his wrists and glided down the rest of the way on him.
God. He filled and stretched her to where she couldn’t move. And she wanted to control this show? The smell of sex, so rich and intoxicating, spun her world around. Every inch of her tightened, while her legs shook and threatened to give out underneath her. She used his arms to balance herself, holding on for dear life, and pressed her bare feet flat into the bed, then did her best to lift off him.
That long, thick cock stroked and tortured every tiny, soaked muscle inside her. Her vision blurred, everything before her turning to a warm array of colors and smells. When she remembered to breathe it dawned on her that she did control the show. She moved up and down, her leg muscles burning, but she didn’t care. His cock hit right where she needed it, and with enough force that she drifted into a world of pure sensations.
Dimitri’s hands moved to her waist, and it took her a minute to realize he held her upright, controlling her motions when she thought she was the one in charge. There was no stopping the rhythm. It felt too damned good.
She sucked in a breath and then blew it out as she hummed, loving what he did to her insides. Her inner thighs strained as she rode him harder, her hair falling over her face and making her feel as wild as if she were in her fur
and running as fast as her legs would take her. The pleasure of it filled her, brimming over until she exploded. Millions of tiny lights popped in front of her eyes. She cried out—at least she was pretty sure she did. Everything around her spun out of control as her world flipped over.
And once again she was so into how he made her feel she didn’t hear his thoughts or know his actions before he did them. With a quick, fluid movement, Dimitri raised up off the bed, wrapping her in his arms, and then leaned over her until she lay flat with him on top of her.
“Oh shit.” She almost bit her tongue when he sunk even deeper inside her.
And there was no moving to ease the new pressure he created.
“You like that, do you?” His voice was garbled and his hair was wild around his face like it was windblown.
She gazed up with blurred vision and nodded slowly, managing to move her hand and brush her hair from her face. “Hell yeah, wolf man. I love it.”
He raised an eyebrow, and something in his thoughts put her on guard. Her brain was still lost in a fuzz, making it too difficult to pick up on what was on his mind. Not to mention she was sure he wasn’t thinking coherently, like he was as drunk on her as she was on him.
But she sobered quickly when he pulled out of her. Muscles bulged throughout his body as he knelt between her legs and grabbed her inner thighs, spreading her further open.
“You are so damned wet. Do you know how hard you just came?”
“I think so.” She looked past her hard nipples and round breasts toward her pussy, as he lifted her legs and pulled her ass off the bed. “What are you doing?”
“How much will you give me?” he asked.
She stared up at him.
I want your ass.
“Oh.” Suddenly his thoughts were very clear. Maybe he had figured out how to think in mumbo-jumbo or something so she wouldn’t understand his motives until he wanted her to. “I’ve never done that. I mean, it will hurt.”
“If it does, I’ll stop,” he told her with so much sincerity he made it sound like a question and a promise all at once.
She nodded, biting her lower lip. Her insides twisted with a nervous anticipation that changed the aroma in the room quickly.
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