Louis: Supernatural Prison book 6

by Eve, Jaymin

  She was in the dead center of the room, her head thrown back as she moved her body in slow sensual twirls around the space. She wore tight jeans that showed off her perfect curves, her long hair streaming out behind her in golden lengths.

  As a child she’d been beautiful, but now…

  She was sexy and fierce and strong and powerful. She was everything I would have wanted and chosen in a mate. My eyes snapped to the three bear shifters that had their paws all over my girl. I could feel the familial ties between the four of them, like a pack…

  Which meant I had to try really hard not to kill them.

  Even as I had that thought, power flowed out of me and I started to move toward her. The longer I watched her, the more my control frayed. She felt me then, as the bond chimed between us; her head jerked in my direction and all color drained from her pretty face.

  The bears reacted to her reaction and tried to stand between her and me, which would have made me laugh if I wasn’t basically past the point of all rational thought. She pushed through them, knowing that I could tear those cubs to pieces in seconds if I chose.

  When their hands landed on her again, I ground to a halt, gritting my teeth as energy swirled at dangerous levels. She shook them off, and that was enough for me to continue to stalk forward toward her.

  My mind was blank as I wrapped a hand around her neck, feeling her soft skin and power flowing beneath. Words left my lips before I could stop them. “You belong to me.”

  I felt her compliance and arousal at my words, and hell if my body didn’t surge forward. I needed to taste her. I needed to touch her right now. But first I had to warn those fuckers, who were still close enough to hear me.

  “The next man to touch you dies.” Couldn’t make it clearer than that.

  Still, they were too stupid to know when the big bad wolf was in their midst. Lifting my head, I nailed the biggest one with a glare. “Don’t test me, bears. I will rip you into pieces and not think twice about it.”

  Tee’s panic faded somewhat then as she got protective of her pack. I loved when her eyes flashed as she faced off with me. She’d never been scared of those bigger or more powerful. If anything, that was when she hit back harder.

  I barely remembered her argument; I was too fascinated with watching her. And then somehow we were on the dance floor. It took me a beat, but memories of the last time we’d danced like this came back to me, and I reached out and hauled her closer. The music here tonight was perfect for the sort of dancing I needed to do with her, and some of the darkness calmed inside of me. When she turned and pressed her ass into me, a low groan escaped me. My control was shot to shit. I needed to have her now.

  In a flash I lifted her, a delicate floral scent smashing my senses as I fought for control. I was rougher than I’d normally be, but she didn’t seem to mind as I slammed her back against a nearby wall. Her legs wrapped around me, and even through her jeans I could feel her heat as she rocked into me. Fuck.

  My head went to the crook in her neck without thought, and I drank in her scent, pressing my lips to the softness of her skin where the tank left it bare. I heard her moan, driving my desire even higher.

  “I need you, Tee,” I admitted. “I’m fucking losing my mind without you, and the darkness….”

  The darkness was unstable without her. Which scared me, because I still wasn’t sure if giving in to the mate bond was a good idea, but here in this moment, holding her like this, I knew I couldn’t resist her.

  When she mentioned “my guys” it was enough for my control to snap. I slammed my mouth on hers, the sweetest taste invading my senses as our tongues collided. She kissed like a fucking dream, even if it was a rougher first kiss than I would have liked.

  She blinked up at me, small and innocent, but the fight was not gone. Still, it was clear by the way she was still rocking into me, and the tongue sliding across her lips, that she liked this more dominant side of me. I’d always been careful to lock him down with Regina, in case it scared her off, but deep down … I was as bad as Braxton Compass when it came to my mate. Dominant. Possessive. Ready to kill.

  “Tell them not to come by for a few days,” I warned her.

  She nodded and started to walk.

  “And, Tee…” She stopped and turned back. “Don’t touch them. I only have so much control right now.”

  She bit her lip as she stared. “Be right back,” she promised.

  I never took my eyes off her, not the entire time. I heard most of their conversation, felt the concern from her friend, and when she told him she loved him at the end, it took every ounce of my control not to stride over there.

  I reminded myself that they had been there for her when I wasn’t, and that she did love them. But it was me she was leaving with now. True mate.

  Mine.

  16

  Elizabeth Teresa Montgomery II

  Louis was silent as we trekked out of town and headed in the direction of my cabin—we could have taken a step-through, but I felt like we both needed a breather and some cool Alaskan air. He didn’t seem surprised that I wasn’t living in Condor though, and that made me think. “You knew I was here the entire time, didn’t you? My wards did shit all to stop you finding me.”

  I swallowed hard as he met my eyes. It was as disconcerting as always to be locked in that powerful purple gaze. “Of course, I would never leave you without my protection. As long as you were content and safe, I left you alone, because that’s what you wanted.”

  My heart was actually hammering in my chest. I wasn’t sure I’d felt like this since the first time I realized my feelings for Louis had developed beyond friendship. That day, and the day he broke my heart by loving my sister, were the two strongest memories I had outside of my family’s deaths.

  “Why are you really here?” I asked him quietly. “You said you didn’t want this bond, that you were too damaged and that another mate might push you right over the edge….”

  So why? Why was he doing this to me? Because I had no strength of will to resist him.

  He was silent, the only sound our boots as we trudged through the snow. “I couldn’t stay away,” he finally admitted. “I tried my best, I fought against the urge to follow you, but apparently the selfish bastard side of me is stronger now, and I decided to come and find what’s mine. You forced us to be apart for a week, at least for me, and during that time you were the only thing I could think of. You’re it for me, Tee. I won’t be stupid enough to walk away again. This time I’m going to fight for you.”

  My knees did that stupid weak thing again, because I had no defense against Louis when he talked like that. This dominant side … it was literally the hottest thing. Ever. Before I could reply, and I probably wouldn’t have been able to speak anyway, he leaned over and hauled me into his arms.

  “As much as I love walking with you, is it okay now for us to use some magic?”

  I squeezed my thighs together to try to counter the ache he’d started inside of me. “Yes, but you need to let me down. I walk on my own two feet, you know that.”

  With a grumble he released me, but his hand remained wrapped around my neck as he hauled me closer to him. His strong fingers stroked the muscles there, and I let out another moan.

  Fuck, if he could make me feel like this with a simple massage, would I even survive him in the bedroom?

  Without thought, because I was almost mindless with desire in that moment, I opened the step-through straight to the front porch of my cabin. Luckily Louis managed to disarm the security system before I got us both fried.

  “How?” My mouth was hanging open as we stepped inside. “I spent twenty years perfecting that system.”

  He grinned, and I sucked in a deep breath. “You did a good job, too, Tee, but you know nothing can keep me away if I really want to be there.”

  It was true. There was nothing I could do to keep him away from me, and luckily I didn’t want to. Not in this moment. For the first time in my adult life, I had Lou
is all to myself, and he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He’d barely taken his eyes off me since he first strode into the bar, and his hooded stare was heating me like no supe’s ever had.

  I ran at him, because I was too horny to think of anything but being with Louis in that moment. Screw the consequences, I could deal with them later. That was future Elizabeth’s problem.

  He caught me with ease, bringing me into his body, and I almost sighed when my legs went around him again.

  “Bedroom,” he demanded, and I nodded down the hall. The fire was already roaring in the living area, and I knew the bedroom one would be going as well. Louis was thorough.

  Our mouths met as he started to walk, and I couldn’t help but grind against him. My body was aching. Louis growled and swiped his tongue against mine. When we reached my bedroom, I expected him to drop me down on the bed, but still holding me up with one hand, he reached down between us and worked my tank up and over my head. I leaned back to help him, our kiss breaking as the shirt was flung free. Louis was dressed in far too many clothes for my liking too, and I wasn’t patient like him, so I magicked away the coat and Henley he had on, leaving his chest bare.

  My eyes ran across the hard planes, all the rigid and heavy lines that spoke of someone used to working hard. His body was perfection, and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on him.

  “You keep looking at me like that, Tee, and this is going to be over before it begins.”

  I laughed, the deep, throaty chuckle spilling from me. “Aw, come on, baby. You’ve always been an overachiever. I expect at least four orgasms tonight.”

  His eyes darkened the moment I called him “baby,” and I had to admit, it just slipped out, but I wasn’t taking it back. I also wasn’t taking back the four orgasms thing.

  “Your wish is my command,” he murmured, and then in a flash I was naked. Both of his hands tightened on my ass. He kissed me again, pushing me back against a nearby wall. I groaned, loving the way he tasted me, running his tongue across mine. He shifted his mouth a little, pressing kisses along my jaw and down to my breasts. He started to lift me then, easing me up slowly as he kissed further along my body, his touch driving me crazy as I moved against him.

  I groaned as he lifted me higher and higher, so strong that he showed no strain at all. Eventually I found myself with both legs over his shoulders while I was pressed back into the wall.

  “Gods,” I breathed, looking down at his head between my thighs.

  I expected him to use magic to hold me steady, but he didn’t. Just pure physical strength.

  Fuck. Me.

  “Louis,” I protested as he pressed kisses to my thighs, moving toward my aching center. “I need to shower first.”

  He growled against me and his tongue snaked out to taste me. I almost came then, my body tightening at the expert way he slid across my sensitive center. I’d never had a man hold me this way, where I was almost helpless, unable to move. It added another dimension to the sexiness.

  “Ready for number one?” he asked, his eyes lifting to trail up the length of my body.

  “Fuck. Yes.” I moaned, wiggling against him.

  His strong hands continued to hold me in place as he lowered his head to me again, and this time he didn’t stop. He tasted me over and over, and he knew exactly where to focus to make me lose my mind. I tried to move against him, rocking my hips, but he held me steady, and fuck if that didn’t drive me even crazier.

  A swirling, needy sensation built until stars flashed before my eyes and I unraveled on his mouth, my body finally able to move as he gave me some leeway. I cried out, over and over, his name leaving my lips as I rode out one of the best orgasms I’d ever had in my life.

  Even after I was done, Louis didn’t stop tasting me. His tongue was a weapon, and he knew how to use it.

  Pretty soon he had me out of control again, and I almost cried out when he lifted his head, those purple eyes glistening at me. “So responsive,” he said, before he stepped back, still holding me above him, and then slowly lowered me down until my legs were back around his waist.

  “I knew there had to be a benefit of being a short-ass,” I murmured, completely breathless.

  Louis laughed. “You’re the perfect size.”

  He was perfect.

  “I need you,” I said, ready to ask for what I wanted.

  His smile was slow and I groaned before his jeans disappeared in a flash of magic. We were both naked now, and it could have been weird and awkward, especially since I’d basically just sat on his face, but there was none of that between us.

  Tomorrow I’d probably blame the nonexistent alcohol in my system for my behavior, but right now I just wanted Louis.

  He lowered me a little further, and the top of his cock teased my entrance. I groaned, wiggling against him. “Holy shit, you’re so big,” I moaned, pushing myself further down onto him.

  His smile was sexy. “You can take me. We were made for each other.”

  As if to prove his point, my body gave up whatever resistance had been there, and he slid all the way inside. At the current angle Louis was holding me against the wall, he was so deep inside that my center ached. He started to move, slowly at first, and I threw my head back against the wall as the sensations built to their peak.

  How was he doing this to me? How could he make me feel so much so fast? “What sort of magic is this?” I asked out loud.

  “Not magic,” Louis murmured against my neck, his teeth biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “The mate bond. It’s beyond all magic.”

  My body lost control before I could stop it, and I really had been trying to draw out the pleasure as long as I could. I cried out and rocked harder into Louis, while he lifted me higher and slammed into me with force. When I cried out for the third time, his eyes glowed with a murky purple light.

  “You’re mine, Elizabeth Teresa Montgomery,” he said forcefully, leaning even closer to me.

  I cried out, the fourth orgasm of the night rocking through me, and by the end I was feeling light-headed as I panted in small gasps.

  Louis pulled back from the wall then, turning and walking toward my large bed. He spun around and lowered himself back while I was still on top of him, his hard cock buried deep inside.

  “I think we can go five, don’t you?” His hands went to my hips then and he lifted me, starting to move up and down.

  At first I wasn’t sure, but he proved me wrong as his hands gripped me. All too soon, my body responded, and I lost all control, slamming myself down on him as I rode him as hard and fast as I could. It wasn’t until right at the end, when I felt the tightening on my center again, those spirals of pleasure rocketing from my clit to my toes, that Louis slowed us down, heavy hands on my hips keeping me in place as he surged up inside of me in long, slow strokes, over and over. And when my world shattered, he groaned and jerked inside of me, over and over, drawing out my fifth orgasm.

  I collapsed on top of him, and he pulled me closer, his arms tight around my body. It took me many minutes to get my breathing and pulse under control, because aftershocks continued to rock through my sensitive body. I was going to be sore, even with advanced healing, because he had almost sexed me to death. I was sure of it.

  “Come on,” he said softly, his hands buried in my hair. He was always touching my hair, and I had to say I liked it a little too much. He lifted us both, our bodies still not separated, and carried me into the bathroom. I was exhausted, my head lolling against his shoulder, and I didn’t even jump when the warm water crashed down on me. There was so much unspoken between us, and sex probably shouldn’t have been the first thing that happened upon seeing Louis again, but I still didn’t care.

  “Are you okay?” he asked when he finally lowered me to the ground.

  No. Nodding, I reached for the body wash. “Yes, I’m great. You?”

  He caged me in against the dark tiles of my shower, arms around my head and against the wall. “I know we need to talk,” he said
softly. “But right now all I can think about is taking you again.”

  The soap dropped to the ground with a clunk, but neither of us turned away. Instead I reached out and placed both hands on his chest, lifting myself on tiptoes so I could get closer to his lips. He lowered his head to me, and our kiss was slow and teasing. He ran his tongue across my lips and I opened my mouth, allowing him as much access as he wanted.

  “You taste so good,” he groaned, and I returned that with a groan of my own. “I want to eat you.”

  I was reminded of him eating me against the wall, and I lowered my hands then, wrapping them around his already hard cock. I stroked him once and then again, and he fisted both hands into my hair, holding me in place. Louis liked to be in control, that much was obvious, and I liked when he dominated me. Most ways, I was strong, but here I trusted him to protect me, so I released my own control.

  “Are you too sore?” he bit out, leaning further into my hands.

  I shook my head, because I was too turned on to speak. He took me then, slow and strong against the wall of my shower, hot water beating down on us. And I got my sixth orgasm of the night.

  I’d definitely underestimated him, and he took great pleasure in proving that to me.

  Eventually we got clean, and stumbling out of the shower, I wrapped one of the large towels around myself, my body absolutely spent.

  “Sleep,” I murmured, and I received a grin in return.

  “Get into bed, Tee. I’ll be right there.”

  I didn’t really think about the fact that Louis and I would be sleeping in the same bed. We hadn’t done that since we were kids, and this time we were definitely not innocent. Sleeping together like this almost felt more intimate than all the sex we’d just had, and I wasn’t sure my heart could survive it. At the same time, I wasn’t prepared to let him go yet, so I would just have to deal with it. I usually slept naked, because clothes annoyed me in bed, and since we’d just had a shit-ton of sex, I figured I might as well be comfortable.