by Sam Crescent
“You’ve been lied to, and I can’t go through with tomorrow. At least not without you knowing the truth.”
Liam tensed up. “Your father has lied?”
“No, not lied, but he hasn’t told you the whole truth. I wasn’t going to say anything as it didn’t feel like my place to, but I can’t do this. I can’t go on with this until I tell you. It’s unfair.” She licked her lips, the same ones he wanted wrapped around his cock. He didn’t care what she had to say to him. They were still going to get married. Nothing would change that.
“You’re shaking,” he said, noticing the slight quiver in her hand.
She cupped her hands, locking her fingers together and squaring her jaw.
“What is it?” he asked, closing the distance between them. He stroked her cheek, wanting to comfort her.
For a few seconds, she lowered her cheek to his palm, but within a matter of seconds, she pulled away. “No, I can’t.” She stepped away from him, creating space, which he had no interest in. “I’ve got to tell you.”
“Then tell me.” If her father had done something, or intended to kill them and take their turf, he’d be ready.
There was no way in fucking hell he was going to give up Jenny. He’d had a taste and he was going to claim her. She belonged to him, and he wasn’t going to let her go. His reputation was accurate. He was an Alpha Beast because he knew how to claim what was his.
Jenny was his.
No doubt about it.
She licked her lips. “I’m … you have no idea how hard this is for me to say.”
“I’ve had your pussy in my mouth. I know you can see spirits and talk to dead people. What could be hard to say to me?”
“You’re right.” She sighed. “I’m cursed. All the women of my line are cursed.”
He frowned and folded his arms. “I’m not exactly following.”
“I know, that’s what makes it even harder.” She pressed her lips together and he saw her eyes flood with tears. “Out of the line of my family that inherit my gift, my grandmother is the only one who lasted as long as she did. My mother, and there was an uncle, great-grandmothers, all of them, they … they’re cursed. We don’t last all that long.”
He stared at her. “I’m really not following.”
“Take my mom, for instance. She was old enough to have me until I was ten years old. She was forty when she died. Her death occurred because of a spirit.”
“What? How?”
She blew out a breath. “I don’t know the full details. My father was away on business.” She paused and turned to look at him. “The kind of business you have going on downstairs. It was a bloodbath and of course, my mother’s reputation had been growing.” She stopped again. “To pay for what my father and brothers did, they never made it home in time to find her. She had been thrown from our staircase. Her neck broken. She died instantly. In fear. Alone.”
“Where were you?” he asked.
“I was with my father. He decided that he wasn’t going to have his daughter follow in his wife’s footsteps. He took me on his trip. Tried to get my hair changed, tried to change who I am.” She touched a strand of her hair. “It didn’t work.”
“I can see.”
She shrugged. “I’m not supposed to tell you, but I can’t enter a marriage with you without you knowing all the facts. I am going to die. Our lives see that I will.”
“Are you asking me to walk away from my family?”
“What? No. Of course not. There’s no walking away from this life. You need to cancel the wedding. You need to find someone else to be with.”
He put his hands around her clasped ones.
Staring into her gray eyes, he smiled at her. “Jenny, I’m not going to cancel the wedding. I’m not going to let you go. I want you more than anything. I’m not going to let you die.”
“Liam, this isn’t something you can control. You don’t even see them. You don’t know where they’re going to be.”
“But I’ve got time to understand everything. I’m not your dad. I’m not going to try to stop you from being who you’re meant to be. I happen to like you the way you are.” He stroked a curl behind her ear. “And I look forward to getting to know every single part of you.”
“How do you know what things to say to make my … worries seem stupid?” she asked.
In answer, he gripped the back of her neck and pulled her down to kiss her hard. As he slid his tongue across her lips, she opened up and he plundered inside. They both moaned.
He didn’t have all the answers, but he knew he was going to make sure he was ready for everything. No one, not human, not spirit, nor wolf, was taking this woman away from him. He would fight everyone to keep her.
All Liam had to do was figure out how to protect her from the dead.
****
Jenny expected Liam to go to her father, or for something to happen. Nothing did, and now, as she looked down at her wedding band, she was married. It was the event of the year. The press loved the story and were there to take pictures while their families came together.
The rumors were running rife with what a union between the Lucas and the Wolfs actually meant. She didn’t care. Their families were getting along.
Jenny watched as Liam returned to their table, carrying two flutes of champagne. They’d already taken care of the dancing. She’d danced with his brothers and his father. All of them congratulating her on making a stunning bride. They’d also been afraid of her, or at least her gift. More often than not, people wanted to get as far away from her as possible, as if she possessed the plague or something.
Spirits were alive today at their wedding. Her grandmother had been with her from the moment she arrived at the church, all the way through the ceremony, and even at the dancing, whispering words of encouragement. Still no sign of her mother.
On the opposite side, old family and friends were everywhere.
As her grandmother said, a joyous occasion always brought people back.
“Here you go,” Liam said.
“He is handsome. I bet tonight you’re going to have a damn good time. You need to learn to loosen up. Learn to have some good sex.”
She snorted and Liam watched her.
“My grandmother is here. She thinks you’re a fine specimen and says today I’m going to get lucky.”
He chuckled. “You tell her it is a pleasure and I look forward to pleasing her granddaughter.” He tipped his glass to her, and they clinked glasses. “Anything else?”
“Yeah, she thinks it’s time I loosened up and learned to have some good sex.”
He winked at her. “I’ll take good care of her, Mrs. Luca, I promise.”
She giggled. “My grandmother has gone. You already made her feel comfortable that she’s leaving me alone with a good man.”
He winked at her. “She is.”
She sipped at her champagne. The rest of the celebrations faded away as she looked at him. “How can you be so calm?”
“With your spirits?”
“Yes. All my life, I’ve been told to keep it all a secret and to not talk about it. You’re always so open, so willing. Why?”
“First, I do believe. I told you, I saw that fork fly without any help from you. I’m not afraid of your talent.”
“It’s not a talent.”
“It certainly is a gift, Jenny. That’s what I see. I see everything you do as a rare gift. There are so many people in this world who have not even been ready to say goodbye. You get that chance. You give them … I don’t know. You give me hope that if I die before you, I’ll get to see you every single day.”
She reached out, tucking a curl behind her ear.
“Knowing you can see those who are not here makes me happy.”
Tears filled her eyes. “You make it sound so beautiful.”
“It is.”
“You forget. Not all are happy to see or hear from me.”
He chuckled. “You send them my way. I’ll be more than
happy to deal with them.” He finished his champagne, his gaze sliding down her body.
Heat coiled low in her stomach as she watched him.
“Do you have any idea what I’m thinking about?” he asked.
“Not a clue.”
“I think it’s time you and I left this party and made our way to our room.”
Sex. She’d been looking forward to this part of being married. Their taste out in the forest hadn’t been enough. Putting her hand into his, she followed his lead as he stood up.
They made their excuses.
Calls and cheers followed them as they left the party. No one dared follow. Not when he picked her up in his arms. She wasn’t a slender woman, and he lifted her with such ease. She wrapped her arms around his neck, staring into his eyes.
“You’re showing off.”
“I’m showing the world that I know what I’m doing.” He gripped her tightly.
Liam didn’t let her go as they left their wedding celebrations to make their way toward their private rooms. No one stopped them.
With each passing step, arousal filled her as his gaze stayed on her.
When they got to their bedroom, Liam didn’t put her down. He carried her through, kicking the door closed as he went straight to the bed. Then he placed her on the edge. His hands cupped either side of her head and she moaned his name, wrapping her arms around his.
Putting her hands on his chest, she ran them up to grip the edge and tear his shirt right off his body. With his fingers sliding into her hair, he loosened the clips and her hair fell around her in waves.
They both attacked each other, tearing off their clothes until finally, they stood before each other completely naked.
Liam lifted her up, dropping her to the bed where he got her to spread her thighs. Sliding between them, he touched her clit, stroking her. She was soaking wet for him. Liam took possession of her lips, but he didn’t linger, no, he traveled down her body, going toward her pussy.
He slid his tongue through her slit, licking from her clit, circling her entrance, then back up, to suck her bud into his mouth.
She moaned his name. Sinking her fingers into his hair, holding him against her, she rubbed her pussy all over his face.
He growled her name, sending waves of pleasure rushing up her body. “I want you to come all over my face and then, baby, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think of your name, or mine.”
Each touch of his tongue only heightened her need for more, drawing her closer to orgasm until she finally came. Liam drank up her release, kissing his way back up her body. He captured her hands, pressing her against the bed, holding her down.
He kissed her hard, and she tasted herself on his lips.
“This is going to hurt,” he said.
“I know.”
“The last thing I want to do is cause you pain.”
“Liam, I’m ready. Fuck me. Make me yours.” She spread her legs open.
His rock-hard, naked cock rested between her thighs. No condom. Nothing between them.
She nibbled on her lip. They had agreed not to have anything but flesh-on-flesh. Even though she didn’t want to be in any kind of pain, she wanted this more than anything.
Liam gripped his hard cock and pressed the tip to her entrance.
She stared into his eyes, waiting, anticipating.
With one hard thrust, Liam tore through her hymen, claiming her as his. The shockwave of pain rushed through her body, startling her. The pleasure was intense and she wasn’t sure if she was ready.
Her nails sank into the flesh of his shoulders and he captured her lips, kissing her. The pain didn’t ebb away. It stayed, pulsing between them. Almost mocking her with its intensity.
Liam stayed perfectly still. He pulled back long enough to look into her eyes. “I’m so sorry,” he said.
“It’s fine.”
Tears leaked out of her eyes, and he leaned down, licking them up.
“No, it’s not.”
“We knew this was going to happen. Please, Liam, finish. I want to be yours. I want to feel your cum inside me.”
He stared into her eyes and didn’t move.
She lifted up, pressing her lips against his as he groaned. The pain had already started to lessen now. She wanted him.
Slowly, he began to rock within her, going deeper. She cried his name and he paused.
“Don’t stop.”
She wasn’t close to orgasm, but she liked the feel of the way he took her. The hardness of his length as he filled her, pushing in and out.
He took her hands, holding her down as he fucked her harder, pounding inside, finding his own release. It was fast, hot, and as he kissed her hard, Jenny knew she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She was his, just as he was hers.
“I never wanted to hurt you,” he said.
“You didn’t. That was amazing.” She cupped his cheek, smiling up at him. “I want to do it again.”
Chapter Five
Liam was in no rush to move. Jenny lay against him. One leg lifted over his, her face nuzzled against his neck, perfection.
His scent was inside her and all around her.
His mark graced her shoulder. He didn’t know if Jenny would see it, or understand it, but it was there for all males to see. Some men had recently chosen not to mate with their females. He knew now more than ever that was because they hadn’t found their true mate.
Jenny was his mate.
Sliding his hands down to her ass, he cupped the globes, drawing her closer.
“You keep doing that and I’m not ever going to get any sleep,” Jenny said, the words slightly muffled by his chest.
“I don’t think I want you to have any kind of sleep.”
She lifted up and smiled at him.
They had fucked three times last night in the bed, then twice more in the shower.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
She sat up, moving to straddle his waist. “I’m not sore. I can’t turn into a wolf, but I do have the ability to heal just as fast.” She traced a path across his chest. “You’re so strong.”
“All the more reason to protect you.”
She was so close to his cock. With every passing second, he was getting harder, wanting to be inside her. He stared up at her, watching, waiting, preparing. She lifted her arms above her head, thrusting her tits up.
Bruises covered her skin from his touches and sucks. He couldn’t get enough of her curvy body. Sliding his hands up her stomach to cup her tits, he stroked over one dark bruise. “Does it hurt?”
“No. I heal fast, but the bruises take the longest.”
He pinched a nipple and she cried out. “Do you know what I want to do to you?” he asked.
“Fuck me?”
“Yes.”
She put her hands to his chest, kissing his lips. “But I’m the one in charge right now.” She kissed his neck. “I get to be the one to tell you what I want to do.”
“You think I can’t take what I want?” he asked.
Jenny giggled. “Probably.” She moved down to his chest, her tongue flicking over his nipples. “But then you’d spoil your own fun as you don’t know what I’m doing.” Her tongue flicked out, going down his chest, toward his stomach. She didn’t stop there.
His cock was already hard, but as she wrapped her fingers around his length, he knew he wasn’t going to last.
“Do you want to stop me now? To take me?”
“No,” he said, growling out the word.
“I’m yours for the taking. All you’ve got to do is take.” She flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue.
He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth, counting to ten to gain control of his emotions. Once he had everything in check, he opened his eyes.
Staring down at her lips, all he wanted to do was fuck her mouth.
“Show me,” he said.
Her tongue came out, sliding across his hardened cock. She traced over the tip where pre-c
um was already leaking out, sliding her tongue down the side, coating him in her saliva. He gripped the bedsheet beneath him, trying to keep control even as he wanted to throw her to the bed and fuck her brains out.
He kept in charge.
Finally, he thought he was going to fucking die as she covered his entire cock and slid his length into her mouth. When he hit the back of her throat, she came up, moaning his name.
She bobbed her head, learning him.
Reaching down, he sank his fingers into her hair, showing her what he liked, how he liked it, and getting her used to the feel of him.
“Don’t use too much teeth.” He groaned as she did use some, scoring across his flesh before she replaced them with her lips, sucking him hard.
“Fuck!” He cried out, groaning at the pleasure. She was fucking exquisite. Better than he thought possible.
She cupped his balls, teasing them, playing with them.
“Babe, if you keep that up, you’re going to have a mouthful of cum.”
She moaned around his length. The action sent waves of pleasure through his body.
“Jenny!” He spoke her name as a final warning, but she didn’t pull away. She took him in deep and as he came, he watched her throat as she swallowed down his release. Some leaked out of the corners of her mouth. Once she finished, he watched as she licked the last of him up.
Spent, sated, he stared at her.
“I enjoyed doing that.”
He grabbed her arms and moved her up over the bed, placing her against the pillows. Then he moved between her spread thighs, opened the lips of her sex, and saw how wet she was. Their scents mingled together.
Sliding his tongue between her slit, he went to her cunt and speared inside, fucking her with it.
She arched up.
His name echoed around the room as he fucked her with his tongue, driving her to the edge, keeping her poised at it. Over and over, he stroked her clit, driving her wild. Drawing his tongue back to torture her clit some more before going between her thighs.
He was already getting hard and wanted to be inside her once again. Focusing all his attention on her clit, he worked her nub, feeling her body tense beneath his hands, knowing she was so close.