Claiming His Fate (6 page)

I took a step back, running my fingers along the edge of my panties. “Anything?” 

I was playing with fire, but I’d never met a man who aroused me like he did. Every glance, every touch of his skin against mine made me crave him. I wanted his hands, his mouth, his dick. I wanted him to make me fall over and over again. I hadn't had a non-plastic-induced orgasm in almost a year, and he looked like a man who knew how to please a woman. 

His eyes tracked the movement of my fingers as they ran along the edge of the lace over my hips. When I dipped them underneath, he licked his lips. 

“What is it you desire, beautiful?” he asked, his voice whiskey-rough and full of need.

“Your mouth.”

He had me facedown on the bed before I even registered his movement. I struggled to lift my upper body, but he put one large hand between my shoulders and held me down. I shivered and moaned as he rubbed his chin along me, breathing hot air against my covered pussy.

“Oh, yes. Please.”

“There’s no need to beg, my Cherry.” He reached up and pulled my panties off, keeping his face buried against me as he slid them down my legs.

“Charlotte,” I said on a gasp.

He paused and pulled away but brought his fingers back to my pussy, trailing up each side of me, circling my entrance, and teasing me into a frenzy of desire. 

“Charlotte?”

I glanced over my shoulder. “My real name’s Charlotte. I'm only Cherry when I'm working here.”

He kept his eyes on mine as he stuck out his tongue and licked me from clit to crease. I had to fight to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head at how filthy the act seemed, but good lord, did it feel good. Again and again, he licked along the same path. Heat pooled in my belly as I watched the debauched way he lapped at me, his entire head moving with the intensity of his tongue.

Breaking away from my sodden flesh, he murmured, “Charlotte is a much more fitting name for someone as stunning as you.”

And then he closed his lips over my clit and sucked. I cried out, my hands fisting the sheets and my head dropping to the mattress. There was no buildup, no soft start to ease me in to the act. There was only his tongue and his lips and the wet heat of his mouth as he attacked. 

Pleasure ripped through me, making my entire body shake with its intensity. He didn’t pause though, didn’t even slow down, just continued his assault on my most delicate parts.

I tried to speak, to tell him to stop as my flesh became more sensitive to his mouth, but all I could do was chant “oh yes, oh yes, oh yes” into the mattress.

When he finally released my clit from his lips, he slid two fingers into me. The wet noises my flesh made would have embarrassed me at any other time, but all I wanted was more. More of his mouth, more of his fingers, more of him. And when he twisted his hand and curled his fingers inside me, I damn near screamed.

“You like that?” he whispered, bringing his lips back against my clit. The rumble of his voice, the feel of the air whispering across my soaking wet skin, and the sensation of his fingers rubbing the magical spot inside of me had me moaning long and loud.

“That's good, kitten. I'm glad you like it.” He licked my clit again then gave it a quick suckle. “I love to do this, to taste you as you fall toward your release. How many times can I make you come before you beg me to stop, I wonder.”

I moaned again, my legs spreading and my hips tilting toward him almost of their own volition. My body was no longer under my control. Every noise, every action, was completely instinctual and in response to the way he played me. 

He bit along the fleshy skin surrounding my opening softly, teasingly, before sliding his tongue along the crease between my skin and his fingers. “Does this feel good? Does my tongue make you even wetter? I think it does. I think I could slide another finger inside of you to prove it.”

One more finger stretched me. I released a throaty groan at the fullness of it. He chuckled and once again shifted his hand, this time so he could press his thumb against my ass. I jumped at the sensation, equal parts intrigued and shamed by the contact.

“What about this, kitten? Would you like me to lick you here as well? Should I tease you a bit first with my tongue before sliding my thumb inside? I could work you from both ends, bring you so much pleasure your entire body would vibrate with the aftershocks. Would you like that? Would you like me to fuck both holes with my hands and tongue?”

He licked slowly, dragging his tongue across my asshole. I fought back the urge to flinch as he pressed his thumb into the crease, allowing myself to enjoy the tingles his touch sent through me.

“That's it, kitten.” He pressed his thumb again, harder this time, barely breaching the tight ring. “Just a little more. I can feel you trembling inside. You're so close to coming again, aren't you? I've got you right on the brink. I wonder what it will take to push you over that cliff. I wonder what I can do to make that pretty pussy suck me in.”

Fingers deep inside and thumb pumping in and out of my ass, he placed his mouth back around my clit and sucked gently. I was so close, so near the edge. The tension built low in my gut, a deep need for just a little more, just a tiny bit extra. 

And then he growled.

The vibration set off fireworks inside my body, sparking a fuse leading to some kind of explosion I’d never experienced before. The way his lips vibrated against me made me jump and claw my way up the bed. But he didn’t release me. He followed instead, his hand working harder and faster inside of me as his lips and tongue assaulted my clit. It was all so much, so much sensation, so much heat, so much—

“There's my girl,” he whispered, leading me through the void as I continued to chase the bliss of an orgasm. “There's my kitten. Give me a little more; I want to taste you for days. I want to smell you on my skin. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to dive right back into that sweet pussy and fuck you with my tongue. Would you like that, kitten? Would that make you come?”

His mouth once again surrounded my clit, but this time he closed his jaw as he growled louder than before. The vibrations rocketed me through the need and sent me flying. I came with a scream at the barest touch of his teeth, my muscles clenching on his fingers and thumb. My body shook while he continued to work me with his hands and mouth, drawing my orgasm out nearly to the point of pain. Time stopped, everything in the world floating away. All that was left was him and me and deep, deep pleasure pounding my body with sensation.

As my muscles relaxed and the overall drowning sensation of my orgasm ebbed, he crawled up the length of me. The scratchiness of his clothes on my oversensitive skin forced one last whole-body shiver. He pulled me against him and rolled to his side. The full-body contact was exactly what I needed, so I curled into his warmth as he wrapped himself around me. We stayed like that for several minutes, quiet and content as we cuddled. But then he sighed.

“I want to take you with me when I leave, kitten. I want to show you how good of a man I can be for you.” He licked my ear before tonguing his way down my neck to nibble on my shoulder.

“I want to make you come like this every day, spend hours with my face buried in that pretty pussy. And then I want you to ride my cock until I make you scream. Because I will—I’ll make you scream my name every single time you let me touch you. I promise you that.”

“But I don't even know your name.” My words came out slightly slurred, my voice scratchy and my mouth dry. I needed to clear my head, to push off the last of the lust clouding my judgment. I couldn’t lose myself in the man just because he could make me come six ways to Sunday.

He paused, his lips and teeth releasing their hold on my flesh before he chuckled. 

“Well, damn.” He ran his hands along my back, pressing me tighter against him. “My name’s Abraham Lynch, though I go by Rebel. I ride with The Feral Breed; we’re the protectors of the secret for wolf shifters in North America.”

I froze, my back stiff and my brow furrowed. “Shifters?”

His silence made my heart speed up and my stomach drop. My mind was definitely clear again. Oh God, what if he
was
crazy? Wolf shifters…I didn’t even know what the hell that meant.

“You weren’t told?” His voice came out quiet, the shock evident in his tone. He pulled back and rolled to face me. “Charlotte, did you have any idea what you were walking into tonight?”

“No.” I reached for the sheet and covered myself as I sat up, my near-nakedness suddenly leaving me much more vulnerable than before. “I told you, I'm a waitress. The dancers staff the full-pink parties.”

His eyes grew wide and he rolled up onto his knees. “Then why the hell were you there?”

“Morris didn't give me a choice; he told me I had to go.”

“Shit.” He ran his hands through his hair and let his head drop back.

I clutched the sheet to my chest. “What’s a shifter?”

Rebel dropped his chin and met my gaze. He opened his mouth as if to speak but instead of words, a huge growl erupted and echoed through the room. I jumped as he spun to put himself between me and the door, which flew open a split second later. Gates leaned into the room, his head tilted down, and his eyes on the floor.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we've got a problem.” 

Rebel’s growl cut off, but he stayed between the door and me. “What’s going on?”

Gates shook his head. “We can’t find Pup. I brought Numbers to keep watch over Cherry.”

A tall, wiry man stepped through the door. He glanced at me but quickly averted his eyes when Rebel snarled at him. The display shocked me. How could Rebel have this much power over these men, to be able to command obedience without a word spoken? That wasn’t quite…normal. 

As soon as the other men bowed their heads, Rebel relaxed his stance and quieted. He turned to face me while pulling off his leather vest. Eyes on mine, he reached over his head and pulled his shirt by the back of the neck, yanking it over his head. With a wary look in his eyes, he slowly closed the gap between us.

“I want you to stay with Numbers.” He handed me the shirt, a look of pain crossing his face when I flinched away from his hand. “He'll keep you safe until I figure out what the hell is going on around here.”

I took the shirt, unable to speak. Rebel paused, looking as if he wanted to say something but was unable or unwilling to speak the words. After several seconds, he sighed and turned back toward the door.

“Let’s go.” Rebel and Gates headed for the door while Numbers stayed inside the room with his head bowed. “If anything happens to her, I will hold you responsible.”

The young man nodded. “I'm on it, boss.”

Rebel glanced at me, one hand wrapped around the doorjamb. “I'll be back as soon as I can. Then we can talk. Okay?” 

I nodded. His shirt brushed against my thighs, and my fingers twisted into the soft fabric. Rebel was leaving. He had given me the best orgasms I’d ever experienced, claimed I was his, and yet he was leaving me behind. My heart burned and my eyes watered, panic growing inside of me from the first second he disappeared into the hall. 

My reaction took me by surprise. I didn’t want him making some ownership claim on me, yet I couldn’t stand to think of him no longer beside me. We’d only just met. There was no way I should be feeling this need to stay with him that was making my head pound and my breathing escalate. This was all crazy. 

And yet…

“Abraham!”

The word left my lips without effort on my part. I needed him. I didn’t know why or how, but I knew I needed him. 

He stalked through the door before I finished his name. I stepped into his arms, pressing my face into his neck and clinging to the leather covering his shoulders. He hummed and shushed me while running his hands up and down my back.

“It’s okay, Charlotte. You’re safe, and I’ll be back to get you soon. I promise.” He pulled back and kissed me, a warm, sweet brush of his lips against mine. “That emptiness in your chest is the mating pull. I feel it, too. But I have to go check on my brothers, okay? I need you to be strong for me. Can you do that?”

I nodded and sniffed, taking a step away from him to prove I could be strong. “Yeah. Okay.”

He pressed his lips to mine once more and trailed a knuckle down the side of my face. “So beautiful.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, relishing the feel of his skin against mine. 

As he backed away, he said, “I meant what I said, about wanting to give you a chance to get to know me. Think about it.”

And then he strode out the door.

EIGHT

Cherry

Did that just happen?

I stood in a cold room in the basement of a strip club wearing only my lover's shirt, my thighs still wet from his mouth on my skin. Oh, and another man standing as if guarding the door. 

No really, did that just happen?

Reb completely shifted my world off its axis with his mouth and fingers, leaving me vibrating with energy and soaking fucking wet. But he'd left. No warning, no “I'll call you,” just a promise to come back and a shirt. Which I was grateful for considering the only other clothing I had to wear was my bra and a pair of wet panties. 

It’s not as if this Numbers guy didn’t know exactly what we’d been doing, but at least I didn’t have to walk around with the evidence between my legs.

There was no way to explain how fucked up this night had become.

“Can I go home now?”

Numbers stared, his eyes a pale brown, almost amber. “No.”

I nodded and glanced around the room. “Okay then.”

The silence grew heavy and awkward. I paced the length of the bed, wanting to sit but too uncomfortable to be on the bed in front of this stranger. I tugged on the hem of the T-shirt, wishing for a pair of pants or shorts to appear. I had this urge to cover myself, to hide all the skin I so readily showed when I worked. Perhaps because of the way Numbers watched me, his eyes taking in every detail. Analytic and unrelenting, I felt like a science experiment under his microscope. I tried to ignore the way his eyes watched my every twitch as I continued my walk of shame that led to nowhere.