The Sweet and Spicy Regency Collection (67 page)

She dug her fingers into his strong arms. Her body tensed. For the second time in only a few minutes, she was being pulled apart. She had long ceased to breathe. She mindlessly writhed against him, letting his tongue carry her back to those dizzying heights.

“Hold on,” he said before her world exploded into beautiful sparks again. He placed a reverent kiss on her pulsing heat and then tugged his breeches, ripping them off. She had never seen a naked man before. And he was very different than her with his cock large and hard and jutting.

He paused. His brows furrowed, his lips pressed together, she’d never seen anyone look so serious, or so tempting. “I won’t force you,” he said. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She knew she should be scandalized at the thought of what she’d already let him do with her body and what she was about to let him do. But this felt too right.
He
felt right. She took an unsteady breath and tried to listen to what her instincts were telling her. “I think stopping right now would probably hurt me more than anything else.”

He flashed the same disarming crooked grin that had won her over at the ball. “It would definitely kill me.”

He turned her over on her belly and playfully nipped her shoulder. She arched up to him. He guided her, spreading her legs and lifting her so she was on her hands and knees in front of him. He eased her head to the pillow, positioning her so her bottom was in the air and he had free access to her. He caressed her soft folds with his cock until it was slick with her juices. He then pressed against her soaked opening. It felt hot like a brand.

The pressure built as he entered her. She was tight and her maidenhead firmly in place. And though her body was moist and ready, she couldn’t help but stiffen when his member bumped up against it.

He bit her neck. His feel of rough teeth grating against her skin zinged throughout her body. With a greater urgency, he pushed her legs wider and tilted her hips so he could go just a little deeper.

“My name is Dimitri,” he whispered, sending delightful shivers down her spine. “I would like to hear it on your lips.”

“Dimitri,” she said on a breath, losing herself to the sensation of his long, thick cock stretching her. “
Dimitri
.”

He reached around and took her breast in his hand. His skillful fingers pinched and rolled her nipple until the sensation of his touch throbbed through her already tingling body. She felt as if she was standing at the edge of an abyss, begging to be pushed off the ledge.

Her body moved with instincts she did not know she owned. She nipped his fingertips and cried his name several more times. He pinched her pebbled nipple even harder and with a grunt thrust fully into her.

She cried out at the invasion.

“Don’t move,” he said, kissing her neck. “Just get used to me. I promise it will feel better in a moment. You are mine now. Forever mine.”

As promised, the sting quickly ebbed. His chest rubbed against her back as he began a slow rocking movement. His hands covered her body, caressing, teasing. He stroked her with much more force now.

“Oh,” she said with renewed pleasure.

They were both panting and urging the other to thrust harder to fulfill nature’s promise of pleasure. And then it came. The world exploded. Her body delightfully pulled apart. Dimitri’s muscles tensed, and he cried out her name. Lia felt the branding heat and dampness of his seed shoot through her entire body as he came deep inside of her.

He slowly moved and turned her onto her side. With words murmured in that exotic language he’d spoken earlier, he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. His chest was her pillow. She snuggled closer to him. Exhausted from the abduction earlier that evening and from the exertions just now, she started to drift off to sleep.

“My family calls me Lia,” she mumbled.

He had shared his given name with her. She felt she should do the same.

“Lia,” he repeated, sounding groggy himself. She liked hearing him speak it. “Lia tastes sweet on my tongue. The name suits you.”

Chapter Five

“Dimitri?” Lia asked in the hazy twilight between wake and slumber as they lay in his large bed. She liked the taste of his name on her tongue, too.

“Hmm?”

“That’s a foreign name.” And he’d spoken foreign words. She lightly ran her fingertips down the fit planes of his stomach. “Carew’s family didn’t have any foreign branches.” She yawned. “That’s what the old viscount always claimed. ‘Pure English blood,’ he’d liked to say.”

“Hmm.”

“You’re not his heir,” she said drowsily. “Not really, are you?”

“No.” Being so close to him, Lia could feel his body tighten ever so slightly. “Is that a problem?”

She kissed his warm chest. “If you hadn’t stepped forward, the viscount’s widow would have lost everything. You did her a kindness. She spends most of the year at the country estate, does she not?”

“Country estate?” He sighed. “It’s in Kent, not very rural. When in London, she makes use of this town house.”

“Does she know the truth? About you, I mean?”

“She’d exhausted all her resources. There was no heir. She knew that well.”

“I see.”

He was silent for so long, Lia imagined he’d fallen asleep.

“Are you shocked?” he asked at long last.

“You kidnapped me. Why should I be shocked to learn that you’re a lair as well as a criminal?”

He sat up and brushed aside her gentle caresses. “I have hurt no one. The old viscount was careless with his money. Since I’ve taken over management of the estates, I’ve more than doubled its income. His widow and the estate’s employees are enjoying a better lifestyle thanks to me.”

She kissed his chest again. “I meant no insult. Despite your hard edges, Dimitri, I suspect you have a kind heart hidden away in here. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have…” She bit her lower lip, shocked at what she had almost admitted.

“You wouldn’t have what?” he asked. His mouth hardened the same way as it had when Aunt Lettie had confronted him, as if he were expecting a blow.

Well, he could scowl all he wanted. She’d learned years ago that a man like Dimitri, a man with his confidence and standing in society, didn’t want or need a woman’s love.

“Nothing,” she said. “You are a skilled lover, Dimitri.” She continued to press her lips to his bare chest, nipping and licking. He groaned when she worked her kisses lower.

“No other man has ever touched you,” he ground out. “You have no means for judging my skills.”

Her lips neared his jutting sex. She wondered if she’d be brave enough to kiss it. She enjoyed feeling his body tremble beneath her lips. She also enjoyed teasing him. “Are you suggesting I should invite other men into my bed so I can compare?”

“Don’t you dare.” He grabbed her shoulders and had her on her back before she realized what he was doing. He nudged her legs apart and thrust his cock into her. “You are mine, Lia. No other man will ever touch you.”

* * * *

It could have been minutes or hours that had passed after making love to Dimitri for a second time. Lia startled awake to a loud bang. Darkness still blanketed the room, and it took her several moments to realize she was still nestled in Dimitri’s protective embrace, his spent cock still buried deep within her.

His arms tightened around her as the bedchamber’s wooden paneled door swung open with such force it cracked when it hit the plaster wall.

A black wolf, large and imposing, leapt into the room. Its sleek fur stood up on its back. Long white teeth gleamed in the room’s candlelight. With its head held low, it growled as it approached the bed. Dimitri scrambled to put his vulnerable, naked body between Lia and the wolf, a move that would surely get him killed.

“No!” Lia screamed. But it was too late.

The wolf jumped onto the bed and attacked her lover.

Dimitri threw his arm up to block the wolf’s charge. As he twisted sideways, the beast bit into his shoulder. It hurt like the devil, but the maneuver had kept Vlad away from Lia. He’d known there’d be hell to pay for taking her virginity, but he regretted nothing. She was his, would always be his unless he died here in this room.

“Run!” he shouted. “Run up to the attic. That’s where you’ll find your aunt.”

He punched the black wolf in the neck and earned a deep gash in his shoulder for his effort. He was a fool to fight Vlad in this form.

“Go!” he shouted. He didn’t want her anywhere near here, especially not when his own wolf was about to burst through his skin. “Get out of here!”

Lia, clutching a sheet to her chest, stubbornly shook her head, and refused to move.

Just what I need. Another stubborn woman in my life
.

The air in the room crackled with tension. Sparks leapt from his body. He couldn’t hold back his true form any longer. It didn’t matter, though. She’d learn soon enough he was a beast. He just hadn’t wanted her to learn the truth so violently.

With a shout of frustration, he began to shift.

Lord help her, she couldn’t lose him. Though she was frightened down to the tips of her toes, Lia couldn’t leave Dimitri to face the beast alone. If he was foolish enough to fight a wolf barehanded, they’d fight it together.

With a crazed look in his eye, Dimitri tried to fling her away from him and toward the bedchamber door. She fought his attempts to get rid of her by grabbing hold of his arm and shoulder while frantically scanning the room in search of a weapon. There was an iron poker beside the fireplace. “Please! Let me help you.”

“No, cub,” he gurgled as his body shimmered, his features elongating, his teeth growing. “Don’t…touch…”

Suddenly Dimitri was gone!

A large silver wolf, as beautiful as a pale full moon, crouched where he’d been kneeling. It lunged at the black wolf, teeth bared. Lia screamed but only a gurgling sound emerged from her throat.

Oh dear, she didn’t feel right. Holding her breath, she looked at the hand that had been touching Dimitri’s shoulder before the wolf had taken his place. Her hand tingled as if it had fallen asleep and was slowing waking back up. The sensation grew stronger and stronger and spread up her arm and down her back. Soon pinpricks of pain covered her entire body.

Bones began to break. Her skin pulled. Her insides roiled with fire. Fighting the invisible force that seemed intent on tearing her apart from the inside out, she curled into a ball, but there was no stopping it. Pain as sharp as a deafening clap of thunder struck her, enveloping her, blinding her. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. A tidal wave of power pulsed, pulsed, pulsed through her veins devouring even her essence until she was no more than a throbbing lump of agony.

And then...suddenly...it all stopped.

Am I dead?

That singular thought rolled around in her mind. There were no other thoughts. She looked through eyes that weren’t hers. Moved with muscles that felt new and strong and very different from anything she was used to.

She glanced down at her legs; they were covered with a snowy white fur. Instead of hands, she had large paws. And it felt right. Natural. This was who she was—
what
she was. That restless spirit pacing inside her had finally found its way out.

A crash on the other side of the room caught her attention. She snapped her head up and leapt to her four feet to stand on the rumpled bed.

The silver wolf and black wolf had rolled off the bed and were locked in fierce battle. Blood was smeared across the bedding and onto the blue and amber Aubusson carpet. They tumbled, knocking over tables. The heavy washbasin shattered on the floor next to their heads.

Lia put her ears back and lowered her head, not sure what to do.

The two wolves snapped and tore at each other. Chunks of silver and black fur littered the bloodstained floor. They moved in a blur of speed, tumbling again, this time toward the bed. Lia crouched low, ready to defend herself. A deep rumbling rose up from deep in her throat.

Stay back
, she was warning them. The silver wolf heard her. He glanced up at her and froze. His midnight black eyes widened with a look of surprise. The black wolf wasn’t as easily distracted. He took the opening and slammed his body into the silver wolf’s side. Teeth bared, he went straight for the jugular.

The silver wolf yelped as the black wolf sank its teeth into its silky neck. Blood soaked his beautiful fur. She knew instinctively what would come next. With the next bite, the black wolf would kill the silver wolf. She stared into the silver wolf’s steady, sad gaze. And just as she instinctively understood the sequence of the battle taking place, she also understood that look.

He is saying goodbye
.

Her lover, the first man to understand her, the one man who could calm her restlessness. She had to help him.

She leapt. Her teeth ripped into the black wolf’s muscular back as her full weight slammed into him. Knocked off balance, the black wolf skidded across the bunched-up carpeting. But he was soon on his feet again. His angry yellow eyes locked onto her.

She charged him before he could attack. She’d already seen what he was capable of, and she didn’t intend to become his next victim. But the black wolf moved quickly as well. He nipped her shoulder and slammed the full weight of his heavy body into her side. She jumped into the air, avoiding the worst of his attack.

He came at her again. And again. She defended herself the best she knew how, but he’d managed to back her into a corner. She was trapped. Not willing to give up so easily, she lunged with her teeth bared. The black wolf yelped as she sank her teeth into his shoulder. He turned and bit her rear leg. She stumbled.

The silver wolf, bloody and unsteady on his feet, joined the fight. Jaws snapped, more blood spilled onto the carpet. Soon the black wolf collapsed in defeat, his neck exposed. One bite, and the silver wolf would put an end to its existence.

“No. Stop.” All of the sudden the silver wolf became a man. The handsome man crouched on the floor, his knuckles fisted like paws. His voice sounded vaguely familiar. His black hair long, attractive. But he was still a man. He smelled like a man. Lia slunk back toward the bed, frightened. “I will not kill you, Vlad,” the man was saying to the black wolf. “That is not our way. Not anymore. I am Alpha now.”