She hadn’t realized that she’d leaned her head to the side, seeking more of his magic touch. Because it made her feel like he’d lit a match on her skin. His fingers brushed down her chest to grasp her hips, his eyes blazing with unquenched desire.
And you can hear my voice tickling the inside of your mind.
Nodding, she let her head fall back as she gazed up at him, entranced. Even inside her mind, his voice lowered, husky and sexy as hell. Matching the look in his dark gaze.
Yes, she thought. And even in my head, you talk too much.
Charlie smiled down at her, a sly curve of his luscious-looking lips. Do you want me to stop talking, then?
She couldn’t stop herself from nodding, and that tiny tilt of her head was all he needed. His hands gripped her hips a little tighter as he leaned down. She raised up on her toes, meeting him halfway as he claimed her mouth. Everything else fell away until there was only him - his scent enveloping her, his touch emblazing her, his heart beating in her ears.
His heart. Beating. For her. As his fingers slid up her chest, grazing her nipples into hard peaks, all thoughts ceased. She wanted him, hot and hard and breathless, and she was done denying it. She needed to satiate this relentless desire for him once and for all.
Nails lengthening, she slit the front of his shirt, pulling it from his body in one swift yank. She didn’t give him time to react as a soft snap preceded his leather belt flying through the air after his shirt. His jeans followed soon after, falling to a heap on the ground.
She broke the kiss, stepping back from him, her gaze greedy for his bare skin. And wouldn’t you know it. He’d gone commando. Sweetness. Practically panting for him already, he was oh-so-cooperative as he allowed her a long leisurely gawk. The size of the smirk on his face told her he knew she liked what she saw. Well, duh. Anyone with a hankering for man-candy would.
She stepped forward ready to devour him, but he held a stiff arm out, blocking her advance.
His smirk widened. “My turn,” he said, his eyes twinkling at her.
He pulled her closer, turning her to face away from him. Sweeping the long length of her hair off her shoulder to bare her skin, he trailed whispers of a kiss over her sensitive flesh. Liquid heat pooled low in her belly already craving the fangs she once despised so strongly.
He continued his soft assault on her skin, however, without a hint of fang. His hands slid down her chest, his fingers grasping hold of the hem of her shirt. He peeled it off of her inch by inch, the back of his fingers grazing along her navel and over her breasts. She sucked in a breath as cold air swept over her bared flesh. Tugging it over her head, he let it join his scattered clothes on the ground. The warmth of his hands as they stroked her arm, gliding down to press circles into the inside of her wrist, had her sighing and leaning back against his body.
One of those deliciously warm hands cupped her breast, his thumb toying with the nipple and drawing a soft gasp from her. She arched back, pushing her chest into his hand in a silent request for more. His free hand tipped her chin, turning her face as he captured her lips in a scorching kiss. She could feel the hard length of him push against her backside as he tasted her mouth, swiping his tongue over her fangs, sending sparks of pleasure through her body, straight to her core.
Sweet gods! Fangs were definitely erogenous. She moaned into his mouth, grinding her ass against him. He nipped at her lip and plucked her nipple roughly before turning his attentions to her other breast. The combination of pleasure and pain had her knees weakening, her supernatural strength useless against his magic touch.
He teased her into a frenzy, relentless in his assault on her, his hands everywhere. Everywhere except where she wanted them most.
“Please,” she begged, her voice breathless.
He nipped at her shoulder, teasing her with his fangs. Those damn fangs he refused to bite her with! “Please what?” he whispered against her skin. “What do you want, Nessie?”
Her fingers flew up, sinking into his short strands of dark hair and pulling...hard. She arched into his body, pushing back against his erection. “Touch me,” she demanded.
She heard him growl low in his throat, a primal, animalistic sound that vibrated through her, awakening all her feminine instincts. A moment later, his hand slid down her body, pushing under the waistband of her jeans.
She cried out as his fingers found her sweet spot. Good gods, finally! He stroked her until she was breathless. When the jeans proved restricting to his access, he growled before easily tearing them open and delving lower, pushing a finger into her core. Her knees gave out as pleasure robbed her of balance. He caught her with his spare arm, wrapping it around her torso and pulling her back to lean against the strength of his body as he pumped his finger, his thumb rotating the tiny nub that sent her head reeling.
“Come for me,” he whispered against her skin, his voice husky.
When he added another finger and swirled them inside her, she fell over the edge, spiraling as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. When only the aftershocks remained, he slid his hand out of her jeans, pulling them down her legs as she regained her balance.
When she was devoid of all clothing, he stepped around her, surveying her from arm’s length. She stepped to close the distance, but he shook his finger. “Now, fair is fair. I let you have your turn,” he teased.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Well, you took your sweet ass time taking your turn.”
He smiled. “You bet your sweet ass I did.” His fingers gripped said sweet ass, pulling her toward him. “And I enjoyed every sweet ass moment of it.”
She rolled her eyes not able to stop her lips from curving into a smile. He leaned down, capturing her smiling lips with his mouth. At some point, her hands roved over his body, scorching a trail down his abdomen. When she took him in her hand, his breath hitched. She slid her fingers over him, amazed by the soft firmness of it. Like velvet steel. He closed his eyes, his mouth opening in a silent moan. Exhilaration streaked through her as she continued to explore him, watching the pleasure wash over his features. Her body bloomed with heat as she coaxed each sound of pleasure from his delectable mouth.
A curse flew from his lips a moment before he pulled himself from her grasp, hauling her up against a tree. He fell to his knees.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you now,” he said. It was not a request, not a question. No, it was a warning. And, he didn’t wait for a response.
His hands pushed her thighs apart just before he took her in his mouth. Oh, my sweet heavens. She cried out, reaching her hands up to grab the trunk of the tree for support, not trusting her weak knees where this man was concerned. He made love to her with his mouth, his fangs teasing her in the most erotic way. She heard his moan join hers, the vibrations of his mouth throwing her body over the edge, making her scream his name.
He growled against her as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth, not allowing her to recover before her body was building toward another release.
Her fingers gripped his hair, pulling until he finally lifted his head and gazed up at her.
“If you make me do that again without you inside me, I swear I will cut off your head.”
He smirked and pulled her down to him, dropping sweet kisses over her as he laid her amongst the pile of clothes. His hands landed on the crook of her elbows, sliding them up over her head where he held her in place. Looking down at her, he paused as the tip of him nudged against her. Her back arched off the ground as another streak of pleasure tore through her.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She pulled her legs up, groaning as the movement had her core sliding over the head of him.
His grip tightened on her arms as his eyes sparkled with lust like black diamonds. “Dammit, Nessie. You are testing my control.”
She wriggled beneath him, desperate to get him inside her. “Good, that was my goal.”
He groaned, closing his eyes as he bent his head down and kissed her s
enseless. Her hips began bucking on their own, desperate for him, feeling empty. His lips trailed kisses down her jaw, and she turned her head to the side.
He moved against her core as his mouth pressed against her throat, his hot tongue making her skin tingle.
She felt a tiny sting as his fangs pierced her skin, and then white-hot streaks of pleasure zinged through her. His grip tightened, holding her body still as he pushed inside her. As he suckled at her throat, each pull sending another streak of pleasure through her, she barely noticed the slight discomfort of his torturously slow invasion, pressing into her an inch at a time.
***
He was torturing himself. The heat of her body wrapped around him like a perfectly-fitted glove, and his languid pace was nearly impossible to continue. The urge to bury himself inside her hard and fast had nearly overwhelmed him as her intoxicating blood filled his mouth.
Don’t hurt her again. The thought kept his more animal instincts in check. Finally, after several, long, torturous minutes, he was buried to the hilt. He took one last pull from her throat before releasing his fangs and sealing the wound shut with a slow glide of his tongue.
He forced himself to remain still, allowing her to adjust to him, watching as the blissful haze his bite had caused subsided. He waited for any signs of pain to cross her face, and when only lust and a hint of impatience stared back at him, he began to test her readiness. Slowly, he moved, pulling his hips back slightly, their eyes locked as he pushed himself deep inside her again. With the fog his bite had put her in lifted, she was feeling him move inside her for the first time. And her face lit up beautifully.
Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, as if surprised by the sensation. Still, no pain. He repeated the motion, gyrating his hips slowly. True, untainted pleasure spread across her face. Her arms moved beneath his grasp. Was it too much for her? Had he gone too fast? Bracing himself for her rejection, he released his hold on her and started to retreat from the warmth of her body.
She stopped his retreat quickly, her legs pulling up, wringing a groan from him as she wrapped them around his waist, pulling him deep within. Her cry of pleasure joined his as he felt her hands slide down his back. He watched her eyes close as he thrust inside her, the delicious friction of their movements sending shockwaves through him.
“More,” Nessie demanded with a moan.
The last thread of his control snapped like a pitiful twig.
“Ah, gods,” he moaned as he pumped into her, her hips meeting his every thrust.
He reared up, lifting her as he sat back on his ankles. She unwound her legs from his waist as her hands pulled his face toward hers for a blistering kiss that demanded his complete surrender. A moment later, she began moving over him, taking control from him in one swift maneuver as her body rode his. She left a scorching trail of kisses down his throat, and a moment later, her fangs sank into the meat of his shoulder.
Cocooning her in his arms, he felt his body begin to lose all control, pleasure building and concentrating. He felt the pull as she drew more blood from his body, and he couldn’t stop himself. The need to mark his mate was too great to ignore. He buried his fangs within her flesh a second time as he thrust his hips up, slamming into her. All restraint lost to this one perfect moment.
She tore her fangs from him on a scream as she arched her back and cried to the heavens. Her nails bit into his back as he clutched her tighter, slipping his fangs from her creamy flesh as his own cry of release joined hers, a rush of pride filling his chest as he saw the tiny fang marks permanently scarred into her chest.
***
They collapsed to the ground, her body rolling to the side, her limbs sprawled over his body. Gasping to catch her breath, she gazed up at the sky, still amazed by how clearly she could see the canopy of the forest around her and the stars peeking through the leaves. She had to admit that the night vision was an awesome perk.
Charlie stirred beside her, his arms wrapping around her body and pulling her against his chest, resting his cheek against her forehead. “You’re amazingly good at this. Are you sure this was your first time?”
He chuckled and she swiftly elbowed him in the ribs, making him grunt. Of course it was. And, she had to admit it had been a pretty amazing start.
Start? This was a one and done deal, remember? she reminded herself.
“One and done? What the fuck does that mean?” Charlie’s raised up on his elbows, looking down at her, his eyebrows pinched together.
“Ummm…” For once, she couldn’t come up with any response. It was supposed to be over now. She’d gotten what she’d needed.
Shock and disgust blanked his face as he pushed her off of him. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He got to his feet, slamming his legs into his jeans. “So all you wanted was my dick?”
Jumping to her feet, she threw her hands in the air. “What did you expect me to do? Swoon like a pathetic teenager? Actually buy into your “mate” talk bullshit.”
The words even stung her as she bit them out.
He shook his head, throwing his shirt back over his head. “You’re a fucking piece of work,” he mumbled, turning his eyes away.
But she saw them. Tears pooling in those beautiful blue eyes and seeing them made her chest ache. But she buried it, because she didn’t know how to be a mate. Even if she wanted to be one.
“Well, this ‘piece of work’ is going to pack her shit so she can leave,” she snapped, grabbing her clothes and throwing them on.
“Yeah. Go ahead, Ness. Run away,” he mumbled.
She narrowed her gaze on him. “I learned from the best, didn’t I?”
***
Charlie stared after Nessie as she ran away from him so fast she was barely even a blur. What the fuck just happened?
He punched the tree beside him, making it crack and causing sap to leak all over his hand. He cursed, trying to get the tears to dry up.
How had he ended up in this mess? He’d never wanted a mate in the first place. And now, now she was the only thing he wanted. And he couldn’t get her to let her walls down. Those walls he’d built with each day he’d been absent. It would seem they’d take just as long to come down.
Well, it’s a good thing I’m immortal, isn’t it? Because patience was one thing he excelled at.
Charlie’s jerked as he heard rustling close by. His mind had been so wrapped up in his fucking mate that he hadn’t noticed a group of lycans trailing right towards him. He turned, ready to take off after Nessie. But no. That would lead this group right to her. So, he took off in another direction, but he hadn’t even made a few hundred yards when a familiar scent wafted towards him. A certain lycan he’d drained a few pints of blood from.
“Don’t tell me that feisty human bitch wore you out, bloodsucker,” the beast who’d tried to violate Nessie stood larger than life before him, sneering down his long nose. His smug of evil matched his dark, beady eyes perfectly. “Go ahead and yell. I’d love to get her back in my hands when she comes to find you.”
Charlie clenched his jaw and tried to leap at him. Unfortunately, two more mutts came from behind and clutched each arm, holding him in place. The big bad wolf was smarter than he looked. Charlie could have overpowered him in human form easily. Too bad.
The ugly brute leaned closer, getting in his face. “I’m waiting.”
Charlie spat at him. “Fuck you, beast.”
He’d expected an outburst of rage. Lycans were known for their short fuses. But this one was all calm and collected as he wiped his mug, not looking the least bit upset. If anything, he looked amused.
“Beast,” he said, nodding. “I like that.” He looked into Charlie’s eyes and smiled before gripping Charlie’s jaw and pulling him close. “And that beauty of yours is mine.”
The fuck she is! Charlie’s fangs snapped at him, making the monster jerk his head back.
Crack! A swift backhand to the cheek jerked Charlie’s head to the side, making him see spots.
Damn
, the man had some strength despite being in human form. He would not want to fuck with this one in wolf form. No, thank you.
The beast kicked him, boot smashing into his face and making his head fly back. Fuuuuck. He was never gonna sleep in these woods again. The two smaller lycans continued to hold him up as the beast pummeled him a few more times.
“C’mon. Yell for help. I want that pretty little human to watch her precious bloodsucker die before I take her.”
Charlie glared at him. Fuck that shit. He’d die before he let this maniac anywhere near Nessie.
The beast went to hit him again, but another lycan, hairy as a wooly mammoth, stepped in. “Jaxon, we don’t want to draw attention. We are in Whitemoon territory. They will overtake us if they come out in force. There are too few of us.”
Jaxon looked as if he might just kill the man for speaking, but a moment later, he nodded. “Fine. We take him alive, though.” Jaxon threw a sneer his way. “His bitch will come looking for him.”
Fucking bastard! Now, he was bait! Charlie threw the two lycans off him, catching them off guard. He went for Jaxon, ready to tear his head from his shoulders with his bare fangs and gorge on his blood. The hairy one stepped in his path, slowing his advance as he grabbed an arm and spun, hearing a loud snap as the elbow broke. The lycan roared as Charlie shoved him to the side.
His vision locked on Jaxon, who looked way too fucking calm. Before he could rip the bastard a new breathing hole, several arms grabbed him from behind. He fought to shrug them off, but there were too many.
Jaxon strode up to him, grabbed the back of his head and jaw, and jerked. Hard. The last thing he felt was his spine snap before the void took him.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Nessie’s skin prickled. Dawn was close. Too close. Her gaze darted over the line of trees that edged the village. Where the hell was he?
She waited another minute before she headed for the tree line. Patience had never been her strong suit.
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