Razor (6 page)

“Yeah, I got that.”

She was still looking at him, still not running away. He pressed on. “I was born that way. Most people around here are. Tank and Cage and Iron all are werewolves.”

“Doc? Bella? Mel and Brick and House and Danny?”

Her voice was quiet and competent. He expected this was how she sounded in the ER when getting hard news about patients to act on. “Doc isn’t, but he knows about us. His sister was a true mate to a wolf, and he followed her and liked the area so much, he decided to stick around. We needed a Doc, and he needed the freedom being the pack’s doctor would allow.”

“True mate?”

Trust Aaliyah to catch the most important issue. Razor drew a deep breath. “My kind…werewolves…we have…” Razor stuttered, trying to find the words, wishing he’d practiced this part. “We call them true mates, but a term that’s pretty close is soul mates. A wolf knows his true mate by her scent.”

Aaliyah’s eyebrows were drawn together, the little furrow in her forehead too damn adorable considering she still might be considering how to get him locked up. She was kind of inscrutable right now. “So this true mate is a female werewolf?”

“There are no female wolves, at least not born. If a werewolf takes a mate, he can turn her into a wolf, but any kids they have will be male.” Her forehead was smoothing out, and not knowing if that was a good sign or bad, he pressed on. “A true mate is our near perfect match. Someone who is made for us. It’s not absolute. There is something magical about it, but it’s not Cupid’s arrow. There’s still choice.”

Her mouth fell open, and she stood, backing a few steps away. “I’m your true mate,” she said, and she sounded very far away from
happy
about the revelation. “Oh my God, that’s what all this has been about, isn’t it?”

Everything about her screamed misery, and damn this distance, within seconds he was up, cradling her to him even as she was pushing away. “I don’t know what’s going on through your
damn
mind at this moment, but you stop it!”

“No one waits ten years. No one gets with an old woman, a woman who can’t even have children, if they have a
choice
.” She was fighting, pushing away, but she was fighting herself as much as him, the devastation on her face directed inward.

“Like
fuck!
”
Now
she was
pissing him off
. The small shake he gave her was easy but it was determined, and her eyes went back to meet his. “You
listen
to me. You think I’m with you because of a fucking true mate
bond
?
Fuck that shit.
Yeah, you’re my true mate, and that’s what got me to go over to your desk – I admit all that. But that’s where it
ends
. I fucking fell in love with you for two years of standing by my side and then standing in front of me when my dad tried to use me and my brothers as punching bags. For keeping your head no matter what shit went on around you, shit that had grown wolves throwing up in the aftermath. For making the best pies I ever ate. For being honorable and leaving a sixteen year old kid because it was the best thing for him, even if he didn’t know it at the time. For being just like your Granny, because God knows I loved that woman, and I knew by taking after her, you were going to make my life interesting for the next sixty years and I would love every
second
of it. For having the fattest ass I’ve ever seen, and for giving me ten years of wet dreams and fucking fantasies, and no woman either in person or in a picture has ever affected me like you do.
None
of that shit is the true mate bond, Aaliyah. All of that shit is only because of you. Only you.”

He was breathing hard by the end of that that too fucking long speech, but so was she, her eyelids wide now from a different kind of shock, mouth open and face disbelieving. Her gaze kept darting around his face, locking for only a second before moving again, as though it were impossible for her to settle on one thing for any length of time.

“Me?” The voice was small, the eyes were still too wide, but a measure of hope now threaded the words. “Are you sure what you like is me?”

He let her go, sank down on the bed, looked up at her with everything ten years of loving her had brought out in him. “Only you. Only ever been you. It’s not me putting you on a pedestal or romanticizing some fucking bond. It’s me knowing they don’t come any better than you.”

Those gorgeous fingers covered quivering lips, which were forming a teary smile. “I wanted to give you a chance to grow. I was too close to loving you, and…”

“And it wouldn’t have been right. I know.” He nodded, absolving her and thanking her in the movement. “I know. It was the right thing. But I ain’t sixteen anymore. I’m a man who knows his mind. I’ve been through shit, my whole pack is currently going through shit, and considering what I am, I guarantee I’ll always be in the thick of something. I need a woman strong enough to love me anyway. Kind of think you’re that woman.”

That teary smile grew wide. “Granny would have had a blast being kin to you.”

He snorted, laughter thick in his throat. “Fuck, I miss that old woman.”

“She adored you.”

“Does her granddaughter?”

“
Oh yes.
She does.” Aaliyah came over to him now, her hand reaching out to caress his face. “She does so much. If you let me, I’ll be nowhere else the rest of my life.”

Finally.
He clasped his fingers against the back of her neck, bringing her forehead to touch his. “I want to mate you. I want you to be like me.”

“I can’t give you–”

“You give me everything I need. The rest of it will be figured out. Please tell me you trust me to know myself.”

She pulled back, looking straight and deep into the core of him. “I trust you.”

“Thank
fuck
.” Razor nuzzled into her neck, breathing the perfect smell of her in deep, enjoying the texture of that satiny skin under his lips. Thank fuck she was his. Thank fuck they got here, finally got here.

He traced the line of her neck up to the curve of her jaw, smiling into her as she giggled at the movement. He was determined to memorize every inch, move with her as she moved, not letting enough space for even a breath to get between his mouth and her skin.

The meeting of their mouths was soft, almost tentative. It was loving, a delicate stroke, a fitting into each other. It was a promise, unshakeable and unbreakable, and it was everything he ever wanted from her.

Razor pulled back, though Aaliyah followed, her lips on the scruff of his cheek. “I hate to say this in case it stirs any shit up, but I feel like I got to.”

“What is it?” she asked, her breath warm on him, and his eyes closed in pleasure despite himself.

“I’ve never slept with anyone.”

That stopped her cold, though she didn’t pull away. There was only a sharp inhale and several moments of silence before she asked, “What did you say?”

“I’m a virgin. I wouldn’t have said a damn word about it, but I didn’t want you to think you were committing yourself to a lousy lay.”

She was still holding herself motionless, and the fact he couldn’t read her had Razor spitting out the story in fast, slightly nervous speech. “I saw Iron before he got his head out of his ass. Fuckhead could actually have his mate, and instead he’s sleeping with every girl he could convince. I don’t know…I couldn’t. I won’t say I didn’t give it a shot or two, but in the end, I wasn’t interested. It wasn’t love, so…” he shrugged, and never felt more like a wuss in his life. He’d be shocked if he looked down and still had a dick.

And then Razor was flat on his back on the bed. “What the–?” but Aaliyah was crawling above him, fire in her eyes, and fuck yeah he had a dick, because it was standing at total attention now, waiting to
yes ma’am
at whatever order she gave.

She pinned him down by his shoulders, her lips inches from his and her gaze locked with his. When she spoke, her voice was two shades lower than normal. “I am going to lick every inch of you. You are going to lick every inch of me. I’m going to fucking
show
you what to do to make me come, and I’m not going to expect you to last more than two minutes in my mouth or my pussy, so use this time well, because it’s the only time you’re allowed to come without getting me off first.”

Fuck, he was going to come
now
, because she was the sexiest bitch who ever took charge.

Take charge she did, because her clothes were coming off, and his underwear was too small, so he needed to take that off as well. Her eyes went to his dick and she licked those thick lips as she took him in, her eyes going up and down like he hoped her hand soon would. For a little extra show, he gave a slow pump, and his dick sure as hell didn’t need the extra attention, because he was hurting like a mo-fo with only that small movement. “Who licks first? You or me?”

Then she was naked, and talking was no longer possible. All Razor could do was stare at that gorgeous body, thick waist and thick thighs, and he
knew
, without a doubt in his mind, if she turned around and bent over, he’d be coming all over himself.

Her smile said she knew all his secrets, and of course she did. She walked over, hips swinging, and she climbed onto the bed, straddling him so that wet pussy was right above his dick, and his dick was really
really
happy to have it there.

She leaned down and took his mouth with hers, and fuck if his heart didn’t stop, because the softness was back, the quiet, loving exploration, the calm before everything changed, where she reassured him that yes, this was right, and this was meant to be.

And then she rose on her knees and sank down, and he was surrounded by warmth and pressure, unimaginable pleasure and hit hard with the thought that every fucking one of his dreams just came true.

“You can’t–” No way she was ready. No way she’d enjoy this.

“Shhh.”
Aaliyah placed her finger against his mouth, calming any words. “Are you mine?”

“Always been yours.”

“Then let me do this. Let me give this to you. Now close your eyes and
feel
.”

Her fingertips backed up her words, closing his eyelids, and every sense was attuned to her as she moved above him, her blunt fingernails faintly scratching into his chest, heightening the pleasure of the contact lower down. He couldn’t keep his hips still, thrusting up to meet hers.

“I’ll teach you,” she said between panting breaths, those hips moving in sinuous rhythm above him. “Everything you need to know. We’ll try everything you’ve ever fantasized doing with me.”

He groaned, his hands reaching to wrap around her hips – not to stop her, but because he needed something tangible in his grasp. “Years,” he gasped. “I got years worth of fantasies starring you. So many dark and dirty things I imagined doing to you…”

“I want you to do them all.” She tightened on him, pulling a long groan from him. He wasn’t going to last, and he hoped like hell she was serious in giving him permission to come without her. “Think I don’t know half of them involve my ass? I’ve seen you watching it.”

She ground down on him, that ass forcing him balls deep inside her, and that was it. With a shout he emptied himself in her, long pulls from the center of him, sparking sharp pleasure against every nerve path in his body.

It went on and on, and when he thought it was done, another shudder ripped through him, until he was bone dry and had given her everything in him.

Aaliyah pulled up, and he gave a small gasp at the sensitivity and the loss of her wet warmth, only to feel come dribble out of her pussy and onto his dick and lower stomach. She draped herself over him, burying her nose in his neck.

He kissed the top of her head, his hand drawing circles over her back. “Give me two minutes to remember how to breathe, and then I’ll make you come.”

“I think you need a little more recovery time than that.” Her voice was amused, and he smacked her ass, earning a little squeak.

“Hell yeah, cause you’re that good. I’ll still get you back.”

“I look forward to it.”

He kissed her head, pulled her as close as skin could press against skin. “Next time I’m riding you from behind, and just as we’re about to come, I’m giving you my mark here,” he said, running his fingers against her neck. “I’m making you always mine.”

Smiling, she lifted her head, looking down at him. “I’m still getting a wedding. My family would hunt you down if you try to get out of that.”

“Like hell I want to get out of it. It’s going to be the biggest damn wedding in the history of town.” He pulled her down, and this kiss was all hot possession and unadorned want. So what if it was only a few minutes ago he had just come enough it felt like he dehydrated himself? His dick had years of sexual exploration to make up for, and it was already signaling a desire to begin round two. He wasn’t going to deny it. “Just promise to make me pie for the reception.”

“You only love me for my pie.” She squealed, laughed as he pulled her under him, kissing every inch of her face and chest within his reach.

“Woman, I can take the rest of the night listing all the reasons why I love you, but how about we stick with me making you come instead?”

“Yeah,” Aaliyah said, wrapping her legs around Razor’s waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Let’s stick with that plan.”

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