His voice–that velvet promise of everything, wrapped in steel–came out against my lips. “Of course I trust you, mate.” The thrill of knowing he spoke the truth and the sensation of his erection brushing my stomach sent shivers up my spine. Everywhere I looked, I saw, felt, and smelled Xan.
“Will you fuck me now?”
He shook his head. “No, now I will make love to you.”
I’d stiffened when he’d said no, then gasped at his words of love. My panties were the only thing separating us. With a growl, he sliced one side off, then the other, ending both our torment. My nipples ached to be touched. Hell, at this point, every part of me was one ball of need. Two of his fingers traced a slow path across my collarbone, down to my breast, teasing a path around the aching tip. He took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan I couldn’t contain.
Almost on top of that motion, he continued his leisurely path, two digits finding their way through my slick folds, plunging inside and flicking his thumb over my clit at the same time. “So wet for me.”
I thrust my hips forward, needing him to rub faster, to pump faster. Ringing in my ears roared, every beat of my heart throbbed with each pulse of his fingers. “Please, Xan. I need to come.”
“Come, babe. Let me feel it.”
I screamed, pure pleasure rushed over me as I came. My breath hissed out, the sensation almost too strong for me. Xaneased his fingers out of me. The emptiness had me reaching out, hating the loss. I whimpered in protest.
“No worries, I plan to fill you up.” His arms lifted and placed me in the center of the bed.
Utterly transfixed on the sight of him guiding the tip of his dick to my drenched core, I could only lie back and wait. He eased in and out until I’d accepted all of him and then came over me completely. His eyes looked almost feverish with lust. I grasped his shoulders with my hands, keeping my claws to myself.
“Move or I’ll flip us and ride you like I mean it.”
“You sound so sexy talking like a dirty bitch.”
I was holding on by a thread but had no time to put my words into action. His hips pulled back and slammed back inside. The hard penetration made me claw at his back, grabbing for something to hold onto. “You are like warm, living heaven. I don’t ever want to leave,” he groaned and thrust again.
His rhythm held no finesse, but on each inward or outward thrust, he lit up every nerve ending in my pussy. Blood flooded my sex, and then, staring into his eyes, I came. He swallowed my scream, his lips and tongue ate at mine. The mix of his flavor and mine coated our tongues. This raw and powerful need threatened to steal my sanity, but he’d be there to catch me, so I let myself go. I could feel every ridge of his cock while my pussy gripped him, rippling around him. His hoarse shout followed mine. The throb and warmth of his seed made my climax go on and on. It twisted and spiraled past anything I’d ever imagined or heard of in all my late-night talks with my friends.
My body a boneless mess, I lay under his, locked together in the deepest pleasure we could experience, and yet I knew it would only get better. His arms held most of his weight, and his eyes gave a warm caress as he stared down at me. Our breathsmingled together, hearts in complete accord. Life was damn near perfect, if there wasn’t a stalker trying to kill me.
He rolled to the side. “Don’t think about it.” Xan smoothed his thumb between my eyebrows.
“Am I getting wrinkles?” I joked.
“No. You could have a thousand little lines, a head of gray hair, and I’d still think you were sexy as sin. Let’s get some sleep.” He positioned us so he was behind me, the solid warmth of my mate around my back, his large hand splayed protectively on my stomach. The steady beat of his heart lulled me to sleep, secure in the knowledge I was safe.
When I woke, I was alone. The spot where my mate should have been had gone cold. I stretched. A smile broke out on my face. I’d never seen my own blood donor, aka my mother, look happy. Of course, the memories I had of Sandy were all tarnished with ones of fists, claws, or whatever implement she chose to beat me with. A shudder wracked me, making me pull the cover up from the bottom of the bed.
“She can’t hurt me now,” I whispered, looking around the space we’d been given in the club’s underground apartments.
All thoughts of my childhood before my father had kicked his mate out blended together in a haze. For a time, I thought all families were like mine. It wasn’t until I’d gone to school and realized the other kids weren’t suffering at the hands of a mama wolf. The only time I’d told of the beatings to a friend, my mom had been called into the office. I’d been all of five, and the break in my arm hadn’t quite healed yet. I’d cried out after falling off the monkey bars and thought it was only natural to explain that my arm was still broken from my mother snapping it because she was mad.
I learned to never tell anyone what I suffered through after that and realized I was lucky my dad and brothers had been off hunting for the weekend, giving me a chance to cry and heal. Mymother made sure I knew better than to open my mouth again. I wasn’t sure if the crazy woman would have actually killed Shaw and Parker, but the threat had been made with such vehemence and backed with pain, I gladly kept my mouth shut.
It took me a few minutes to realize my knees were cramping from being pulled up to my chest. Trauma from my childhood and knee-jerk reactions brought back the old routine I’d fought so hard to forget. Years of abuse couldn’t be undone, and the recent attacks seemed to be targeting me. I was glad the ones out to get me were men, and not a woman who vowed to kill me. Twenty years was a long-ass time to hold a grudge, especially when I’d been a child who’d done nothing to deserve such wrath.
Thoughts of Xan and the sexual acts we should be doing raced through my system. A shower would revive me and wash away the dregs of the past, or at least make me feel clean.
Chapter Nine
Kellen was pacing—never a good sign as far as anyone was concerned. I closed the solid door behind me, glad no one else was in our inner sanctuary. He and the Club P needed time to talk. Our pack was growing, and things were changing. We’d added a human to the fold, who was now a wolf, but he also brought along his humans. I didn’t think all the men Rowan introduced were quite human. Or at least, they were extraordinary, with talents that most men didn’t have.
“You gonna stand there staring at the ceiling or you gonna pour us a drink?” Kellen narrowed his eyes. His eye twitched.
“Your legs broke?” I grunted, but walked to the bar in the corner, not asking what the other man wanted, pouring two generous glasses of the amber liquid.
“Thanks.” Kellen’s fingers closed around the drink, upending it and swallowing before speaking. One brow raised, indicating I should refill. A damn good thing I’d brought the bottle with me. A rueful grin tugged at my lips.
“We getting drunk to celebrate, or something else?”
