Dana Marie Bell - Heart'sDesire01 (19 page)

“Pig!” Lana threw her napkin at him.

“I am not a pig. I’m a growing boy. Can’t you tell?” Zachary flexed his muscles, throwing her a happy puppy look.

That happy puppy look changed to a grumble when Daniel snagged Zachary’s last piece of bacon.

“We hope some day he’ll even grow a brain.”

Zach picked up the napkin she’d thrown at him and threw it at Daniel. “What is with you and stealing my food?”

Zachary slapped his hands over his plate. Daniel smirked. “I’m a growing boy.”

Lana bit her lip to keep from laughing. Chris’s head was in his hands, but she could see his shoulders shaking. Whether they were shaking from laughter or sobs she couldn’t tell.

“Could you two idiots go call Mom and Dad and let them know what’s going on? They’re at the Holiday Inn, room two-fifteen.” Chris stood, taking the dirty plates from the table into the kitchen.

Zachary and Daniel stared at Chris. “Me? Call Mom?” Zach pointed to Chris. “She’s your mate, you should call.”

Chris glared at Zach from the kitchen sink. “I’m not calling Mom and telling her Cole threatened my mate. Besides, I told her one of you would call with an update on Gareth.”

Daniel began backing slowly towards the patio door. “Don’t even think of asking me to do it.”

Zach stood. “Run?”

Daniel nodded. “Run.”

They ran, right out the door and straight onto the patio, shedding clothes as they went. Lana tried to peek around Chris to see the brothers disrobing, but he kept blocking her view.

“Party pooper.” She sat back, folding her arms over her chest and pouting for all she was worth. She laughed when he growled at her.

She stopped laughing when he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She felt something sharp digging into her side. Claws? She twisted, trying to see his hand, but the smart smack he gave her butt stopped her. “You want to see a naked Beckett?”

She gulped and stilled. There was a deep, growling quality to his usually smooth voice that warned her to be very careful. She wasn’t afraid he would hurt her, but it was better not to tug on the wolf’s tail.

His hand caressed her bare ass. “Fucking naked under my shirt.” And he took off, carting her up the stairs so quickly the walls blurred. When they got to his bedroom, he slammed the door shut hard enough to rattle the walls. “No underwear. Trying to see my brothers’ bare asses. Parading around in front of them in nothing but my shirt. Are you trying to drive me insane?” Claws gently scraped her naked ass, his palm rough against her skin.

“Uh, wait?” She blinked. Why did that come out as a question?

He placed her on her feet, his expression full of heated lust. His hands drifted up her thighs, the cool rasp of his claws somehow heightening her arousal. She backed away, her gaze never leaving his heated expression.

And she was aroused. There was no denying that. Something about the feral way he was stalking her across the bedroom heated her blood.

Her back hit the wall. She’d run out of room.

His hands came to rest on either side of her head. “You like to tease, sweetheart?”

She licked her lips, her heart hammering in her chest. “Sometimes.” She wasn’t exactly fighting what he was about to do to her. In fact, she was looking forward to it. They could both use the relief a bout of hot, sweaty sex could give them. Still, she was in the mood to play a little. She resisted the urge to reach out and trace the muscles of his chest. She knew now exactly how hard and hot those muscles were, how they would twitch under the stroke of her fingers.

He reached out and cupped her breast through his shirt. “I like to tease too.” His thumb stroked over her nipple, bringing it to aching life. His lips curled in a sensuous smile. “But do you know what I like most of all?”

She shook her head, more than half her attention on his hand.

He tweaked her nipple between his thumb and finger. “I like to make my women scream.”

Her eyes narrowed. She snarled at him. Women?

He laughed, obviously delighted with her response. “Woman.” He reached down and lightly stroked her clit. “I bet I could make you, too.”

Everything in her bristled. “Oh no. I bet I could make you.”

“You’re on.”

She blinked. Had she just agreed to…?

Oh. Oh.

His finger had slipped between her slippery folds, stroking her clit in light, teasing touches. Her hips snapped forward all on their own, trying to bring him closer, to rub harder on that maddening digit.

She opened her mouth, to say what, she wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like he gave her a chance to say anything. His tongue was in her mouth so fast he was lucky she didn’t bite him by accident. But then he started doing things with that tongue, those lips, that finger, driving every thought out of her head but one.

Time to play.

She reached down and cupped him through his jeans, his soft groan music to her ears. She unzipped him, pulling his cock out into her hand. She stroked up and down the shaft, jacking him while he slipped his finger inside her, slowly fucking her.

He pulled back from her mouth with a moan, latching onto her breast through the shirt, suckling at her nipple, until she was gasping, riding his hand, almost ready to beg.

He pulled out of her, smirking at her whimper. He sucked her juices from his finger, growling when she pulled her hand from his cock and lapped his juices from her fingers. He ripped the shirt open, scattering buttons and exposing her naked breasts, the nipples beaded and hard.

Before he could do much more than look, she was on her knees, sucking him into her mouth. His taste was divine, salty and sweet. She lapped him up, savoring him.

“Holy fuck.” One hand wrapped around the back of her head, holding her steady while he pumped between her lips. The other was on the wall, his back hunched, his head bowed. He watched himself slide in and out of her lips with a rapt expression. She held still, allowing him to control the pace of the blowjob, stroking his shaft with her tongue, determined to get him to scream first.

She peeked up at him and saw his jaw clench. He was watching her face, his gaze drifting between her eyes and mouth. When she closed her eyes and hummed, he pulled out with a gasp.

“Oh no you don’t.” He sounded breathless. He pulled her up by the arms, turned her, and began walking her backwards towards the bed. “You’re very good at that.”

She smirked. “Thank you.”

His gaze darkened. “I’m the only one you’ll be doing that to from now on.”

She decided not to say anything. He had that possessive look on his face again, the one she now knew was directed only at her. He hadn’t even glanced at another woman at the reception, and Kerry’s beauty had garnered no response.

He picked her up and laid her on the bed, his shirt spread under her. Neither one of them had bothered taking the ruined shirt off of her. Her legs dangled over the side, her feet hanging above the carpet, her legs nudged apart by his thighs. When he went down on his knees, her pussy clenched in anticipation. She expected him to go right for her clit. Most of her previous lovers had. But not Chris. Instead, he began slowly lapping at her, from her hole to her clit, steady, rhythmically. Maddeningly. Her body began to ride his tongue, the rasp of his whiskers against her inner thighs just intensifying the sensation. Over and over and over, he licked his way up and down, up and down until she was completely drenched and desperate to come. She reached up and began tweaking at her breasts, pulling on her nipples, thrusting against his face. His hands held her thighs apart, his fingers digging into her thighs, his low, hungry growls throwing her over the edge.

She bit her lip to keep from screaming. The orgasm washed over her, so intense she saw spots dancing in front of her eyes. It felt like forever before the spasms ended, but when they did he was still there, kneeling between her thighs, lapping at her, drinking in her juices, lightly trying to drive her back up again.

She whimpered and her body began to stir once more under his expert touch. When he took her hands and put them back on her breasts, she eagerly began playing with them again. This time, when he pushed her over the edge, she clutched his head, holding him right where she wanted him, riding his mouth. She moaned out her pleasure, her back bowing, and her fist pounding the mattress.

Sated, tired, she merely groaned when he lifted her up and placed her on her stomach. Her hips were lifted into the air and a pillow placed beneath them. She heard the sounds of his clothes hitting the floor. His weight hit the bed, almost rolling her over. She steadied herself, giggling, turning tired eyes to see him in all his naked glory. He was magnificent. All corded muscle and smooth, tanned skin, with a washboard stomach and a cock to die for. Thick and red, it jutted out from the nest of black curls, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

He draped himself over her, teasing her with his cock. “Ready to scream?”

She waved one hand languidly, already knowing he wouldn’t get much more out of her. Her body was still humming lightly from the last orgasm. “I think I’m done. But you go ahead.” You’ve earned it.

He reached between their bodies, pinching her clit. She gasped, the sensation rocketed through her.

“I’m not so sure of that.” He smiled against her neck, breathing into her ear, “You will come, and you will come hard.”

She shivered. Her nipples, the little traitors, perked right up, ready and willing for round three. Her pussy quivered in response to his deep growl. When his teeth grazed the back of her neck she quivered.

His smile deepened against her skin. His cock slipped inside her, his teeth nibbling and sucking at her neck. He rode her, his body hunched over hers, slow and easy. His fingers continued to pluck at her clit until her body was bucking back into him, eager for more. The fabric of the comforter scraped against her nipples, heightening her arousal.

And then she looked up, turning her head to get a better look at him, and froze. The way he’d positioned them, she could see everything in the old-fashioned standing mirror next to the bed. Him, sliding in and out of her, his cock red and straining. Her, back bowed, inviting his teeth, his fingers, his cock, her face full of lust, her lips red and swollen from kisses.

And his eyes, those golden eyes, glued to hers through the fall of his bangs in the mirror. He fucked her like there was no place else on earth he needed to be ever again.

She panted, bucking into him harder, tightening the muscles of her pussy until he flinched. His expression turned desperate, and his body lost the slow, lazy rhythm he’d set up until he was fucking her so hard she thought he might leave bruises. He pounded into her, snarling over her, releasing her clit to grab hold of both of her hips.

Her fingers went to stroke herself, the urge to come intensifying with each move of his cock inside her. She could feel it building, her body quivering, straining towards fulfillment.

“Come.” He nuzzled against the back of her neck, the scrape of his teeth turning into the burn of a bite. She shrieked, coming around him in the most colossal orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life. It shot through her, robbing her of breath, of thought, more brutally satisfying than anything she’d experienced in her entire fucking life.

His own roar of completion was partially muffled against her neck, his arms clenched around her waist to hold her in place while he emptied himself inside her.

She collapsed onto the bed, completely rung out. He flopped down beside her, both of them covered in sweat.

“So who won?”

He laughed silently, rolling her over until her body was cradled against him. She drifted off to sleep before hearing his answer.

* * * *

“You gonna answer that?”

He pulled her closer to him and mumbled into her hair, “No.” He licked his mark, delighted when she shivered. “M’busy.”

Someone pounded on his bedroom door. “Christopher! Answer the God damn phone!”

Christopher groaned. “Go the fuck away!”

“Just check the caller ID!”

Christopher rolled over and took a look at the phone. The number had him sitting up, his hard-on deflating. He picked up the phone. “Cole.”

“Christopher.”

That hated voice rolled over him. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his wolf’s instinctual desire to growl at the man who had not only threatened his mate but his pack. “What do you want?”

“I understand your brother had an accident. Pity about that, but the Neanderthal doesn’t really need his head, does he?”

“He’s fine, actually. Thank you for calling.” Christopher waved Lana away but she didn’t take the hint, curling up against him and trying to hear Cole’s end of the conversation.

“Really? How marvelous. Congratulations on your mating, by the way.”

He growled, his wolf dangerously close to the surface. “You leave my woman out of this.”

Cole chuckled. “A witch, Christopher? Truly? How … droll.”

Lana’s hands wrapped around his neck, her ear pressing against the receiver in an attempt to hear the conversation. “My little witch took care of your storm, didn’t she?”

She kissed the side of his neck and pressed her ear back to the receiver.

“Alannah took out the storm?” Cole’s laugh was strained, a sound filled with absolutely no humor.

“Well, it seems she has some power. Perhaps I should challenge her, see what she’s made of, especially since she assaulted me first.”

“What?” Christopher felt his wolf trying to slip its leash, eager to protect their mate from Cole’s threat.

“You heard me. She assaulted me first. That branch? The one that knocked me out? I know that was her, not you. That grants me the right to challenge.”

Christopher snarled. “You stay away from her or I will rip your prick off and shove it up your ass.”

“Are you threatening me?”