OtherKin: Tranquility (3 page)

Scarlet drowned
in it, in the scent of him, the feel of him, the sound of his
breathing. This was an itch she'd needed to scratch in a major way.
It was wrong, so very, very wrong. At the moment, Scarlet could not
have cared less.

"Bed," she
whispered between kisses. "Bed. Now."

Roane released
her wrists and lifted her around her waist. He stumbled the five
steps to the bed and threw her down on top of it. She bounced and
let out a laugh of surprise that quickly died in her throat as she
looked up and watched Roane pull his shirt over his head. Smooth
muscle rippled, revealing the lean strength of a Wolven male.

Masculine
splendor was definitely a quality Roane could claim in spades and
the sight of him made every nerve in her body that hadn't already
flared, come to complete attention. She bit her bottom lip as she
took her fill of him, and let the sight wipe every remaining fear
of her brother from her mind.

He tossed his
shirt to the floor and slowly bent to take first one foot and then
the other and remove her shoes. Then Roane leaned over her, his
hair shadowing his face and his gaze centered on hers. After he'd
given her a lingering kiss, he grasped the edge of her shirt and
pulled it up and over her head, leaving her clad in just her white
lace bra. Then he dropped his hands, unbuttoned her jeans and
pulled those off too.

Now she lay in
just her bra and panties while Roane stood above her, his gaze
running hungrily over her body. “Take them off,” he commanded in a
low, rough voice.

She slipped her
bra and underwear off. Roane watched her do it, dark eyes filled
with lust, jaw locked.

His lids had
gone heavy and his cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans.
“Lie back against the pillows. I want to look at you.”

She lay back
and his heated gaze ate up every inch of her.

“Gorgeous,” he
murmured, crawling onto the bed over her. Balancing on one muscular
arm, he cupped her breast with his free hand and rubbed the nipple
to a stiff peak with his thumb. Then he sucked her nipple into his
mouth, his masterful tongue exploring every ridge and bump of her
erect peaks, each in turn.

She moaned,
closing her eyes.

His hand dipped
between her legs, pushed her thighs apart roughly and slid his hand
between them, taking her clit between two fingers he rubbed it
until she moaned. She felt her cheeks flush and heard her breath
thicken. He stroked his hand over her folds, petting her clit. She
squirmed beneath him in need, but he held her in place, sinking a
finger deep inside her cunt. Then he added a second and thrust in
and out slowly. She answered him with a rush of fluid and a long
moan.

“You’re so
soft, warm. Like satin,” he growled. “I can’t wait to sink my cock
into this pretty little cunt.” In and out he pumped, rocking her
against the mattress with his movements.

He added a
third thick digit. She gasped and squirmed, her body struggling to
accommodate the girth. But,
oh,
it felt good the way it
stretched her intimate muscles.

Roane grumbled
his approval at the way her passage relaxed enough to take it. “I’m
not a small man, Scarlet. Do you think you can handle me?”

She moaned, her
body rocking on the bed in pace with his thrusts. “I want to find
out.”

“You gonna come
for me already?” he teased, petting her clit with his other
hand.

Her body jerked
and she let out a slow moan.
Yes,
she was. The edge of a
climax toyed with her body, taunting her.

“Come on, baby.
Let it go.” He pressed down on her clit, thrusting his fingers in
and out of her the way she wanted to feel his cock.

An orgasm burst
over her body, washing through her so hard and fast, it bowed her
spine. She cried out and he rode her through it, stroking her clit
with his thumb, while the muscles of her cunt pulsed and
contracted.

When it was
over and she lay limp on the bed, he backed away from her.

“Where do you
think you’re going?” Scarlet sat up, snagged her finger in the
waistband of his jeans and pulled him forward. “I’m not done with
you yet.”

He came forward
a step, wearing a satisfied grin on his face. He was proud he’d
made her come so hard.

She had every
intention of wiping that smile off his face.

Holding his
gaze, she unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. She watched
his pupils dilate as she worked his jeans down low enough to get
his cock out.

Like the rest
of him, it was long, wide, strong…and very aroused.

She traced one
of the heavy veins down its length, entranced with it. Roane
shivered and groaned. Then she leaned forward and took him into her
mouth. She could barely do it. He hadn’t been boasting about his
size.

He gasped her
name and gripped her shoulders, as if trying to hang on while she
worked her tongue over him. She loved the way he reacted to her
mouth on him, loved the fact that she could make this dominant wolf
obey her merely by the touch of her lips.

Before she
could blink, he had her back onto the bed. "I wanted you the first
time I saw you," he breathed against her lips.

In response she
kissed him and dragged his lower lip slowly between her teeth. He
growled low in the back of his throat, a wolf's growl. It raised
the hair on the back of her neck.

Roane pressed
his knee between her legs and forced them open, setting the head of
his cock to her entrance. He held her gaze steadily as he pushed
inside her. Her mouth opened as the width and length of him
breached her, stretched her muscles until she could take all of
him. Neither of them looked away until he was seated all the way
inside of her.

He dipped his
head and laid his lips to her bare shoulder. His breath eased over
her skin as he dragged his lips over her collarbone to the place
where her neck met her shoulder. There, he bit gently.

It was a
gesture of dominance, ownership. It was primal, erotic. She closed
her eyes and whimpered, feeling her cunt plumped and hot with
arousal. He bit down a little harder and goose bumps erupted all
over her body.

Little by
little, Roane’s strokes grew harder and faster. Her whole world
became his cock inside her, possessing her, owning her. The soft
slap of their bodies connecting over and over met her ears. Every
stroke went base-deep.

“Ah, baby,” he
growled. “You feel so fucking good. Like a velvet glove.”

Her head fell
back and her eyes closed. Her fingers found his shoulders and she
held on under the swell of pleasure rising within her. Then it
burst and washed over her in rippling, overwhelming waves that
stole the very air from her lungs for a moment.

It had been so
long….

While the
ripples of her orgasm still barely held her in thrall, Roane pulled
out of her, flipped her to her hands and knees on the mattress.
Hauling her hips up, he roughly pushed her thighs apart and thrust
his cock inside her from behind.

She gasped, her
fingers curling into the blankets at the delicious roughness of
it.

His hard body
cupped hers, rocking against it as he took her harder and faster
this time, her sex having adjusted to his size to make movement
easier. Pleasure built once more, swiftly, driving all rational and
coherent thought from her brain. As it crested and set to explode
once more, Roane leaned over her and took the back of her throat in
a firm hold between his teeth.

Mine,
the action said.

Scarlet
climaxed again, hard enough to steal the gasp from her throat.
Roane rode her through it, and when her climax had nearly passed,
he matched her. His cock jumped and he released her throat with a
low groan.

After a moment
they collapsed onto the bed, both breathing heavy. Before she could
catch her breath, he pulled her against him, rolled her beneath him
and tangled his fingers through her hair. Right before his mouth
descended on hers, he breathed her name.

She wound her
arms around him and kissed him back, overwhelmed by the intensity
of him. Scarlet had not expected this…tenderness from him. It
seemed so at odds with his personality.

He broke the
kiss and pushed her hair away from her face. "When will you be
missed?"

With the
question, the outside world came crashing back in. She felt
irritated too. Her brother would be checking up on her and it
pissed her off to no end that she had to answer to him this way.
Apparently she wasn't as submissive a Wolven as everyone supposed.
She blinked. "I supposed I'd be missed after around seven pm."

He glanced at
the clock and hung his head. After a moment, he raised his head and
fixed her with his dark, hooded eyes. His voice felt like warm
honey when he spoke. "I want the whole night with you, but I don't
want you to catch a bunch of bullshit from your brother
either."

He wanted to
spend the whole night? With her? She wasn't exactly sure how she
felt about that. Well, okay, she was sure how she felt about that;
it made her kind of tingly...in a good way. Tingly and Roane
weren't a good mix. She was getting in way over her head here. Even
worse was how the idea of spending the night with him made her
salivate just a little.

She swallowed
hard and glanced away. "Yeah, I need to take a shower to get the
smell of you off me." That was a decidedly unromantic comment and
she welcomed the way it fell with a thud between them, distancing
them. It was true too. Her brother and other Wolven would scent him
on her in a heartbeat and know every last lovely erotic thing
they'd just done together.

Roane waited a
heartbeat and then rolled to the side. Scarlet willfully squashed
the sense of loss of him—his scent and body heat. She rose,
gathered her clothes and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
She felt his gaze on her every step.

Scarlet turned
the water on and stepped under the spray, groaning in pleasure at
the sluice of warm water down her body. A recalcitrant part of her
hoped Roane would find his way into the shower, but he never
did.

As she dried
herself, sounds came from the main part of the hotel room. A door
being kicked in, yelling…and growling.

She dressed
quickly and opened the door. There in the middle of the room stood
Roane in full wolf form—a huge black male with molten silver
eyes.

And there,
standing just in the doorway was a huge white wolf with its hackles
raised—her brother. She stood watching them circle each other, her
blood cold.

Scarlet backed
up against the wall, watching the two animals circle each other,
hair raising growls curling from their throats. It made her own
Wolven respond with a primal kick in the center of her stomach.

She gritted her
teeth against the change to shadow, but the urge was irresistible
in the face of her alpha's anger. Marcus's emotions slipped into
her and forced it. The change didn't slip over her the way it
normally did. It exploded. Pain shot through her as her limbs
shifted and her form altered. A moment later she stood there as the
medium sized red-furred Wolven female she was.

Roane's great
head swung around and he fixed her with a look of unmistakable
warning. Stay back. Stay out of this sounded his voice in her
mind.

Marcus took
that moment to lunge. It was a dirty move to do it while Roane had
been distracted. The two Wolven came together in a ball of fur,
teeth, and claws. Sounds of snarling, growling and snapping filled
the room. The two huge wolves careened backward, crashing into the
bed and moving it to the side five feet. They hit the night table
and smashed it, then rolled to the center of the room and leapt
apart.

Growling low,
they circled each other. Blood matted both their fur. Marcus had an
injury on his rear haunch and another gaping tear in his shoulder.
Blood trickled from Roane's haunch as well, where Marcus had sunk
his fangs in and worried the flesh.

Stop this! Both
of you!

Marcus turned
to look at her.
Get out of here, Scarlet. This is between me and
Roane. Change from Shadow and get into my car.

No, Marcus. I
will not be treated like a child. I made a choice to come here with
Roane. I won't let you punish him for it.

As your alpha,
I command you to leave.

She
straightened her stance, lowered her head a little and showed fang.
As your sister, I refuse.

Marcus swung
his head to look at Roane.
You bring this side out in her.
You're nothing but trouble for this pack.

Roane laughed,
a low, harsh sound in his head.
That only shows how little you
know Scarlet.

An odd comment
coming from someone she'd only just met, but Roane was right. She
wasn't acting out of the ordinary. It was just that her brother
only saw what he wanted to see in her. Marcus had never seen the
real her. Perhaps Roane did.

Marcus lunged
again, this time taking Roane by the throat. Marcus slammed him to
the floor and held him there. Alarmed, Scarlet stepped forward. As
alpha, Marcus could rip Roane's throat out right now and still be
within pack law since Roane had challenged his authority.

No! Marcus,
don't kill him. Please!

Why? So you
can continue to sleep with him and make a laughing stock of me?
Pause. His voice in her mind lowered.
I want to kill him,
Scarlet.
His grip tightened. Blood trickled.

Scarlet's heart
inched upward into her throat.

In the blink of
an eye, Roane flipped Marcus. He did it so fast Scarlet couldn't
even see how. Now Roane held Marcus pinned to the floor by the
throat.

Fear exploded
through her. She bounded to Roane and growled low.
Don't hurt
him, Roane. Please, he's my brother.