Shadow of the Wolf(31)

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.



* * * *

The first thing he noticed was the ringing of the phone. The second was  the warm, damp female body spooned in his arms. He smiled sleepily,  wondering when they'd rearranged themselves. He kind of liked the new  position, the feel of her delectable ass snuggled up against his growing  erection. "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?"

"No. I think you secretly like having things shoved up your ass. I'm just being neighborly."

Lana buried her face in his shoulder, stifling a giggle.

"I know she's there, Christopher. Put her on the phone so I can formally challenge her."

Christopher saw red. "I will kill you first."

"Ah, a definite threat." Christopher could practically hear the smile in  Cole's voice, but couldn't bring himself to care. "I challenge you to a  duel, Christopher Beckett."

"Accepted." He ignored the tightening of Lana's arms, concentrating solely on Cole.

"And when your corpse lies on the field, I'll take your woman and fuck her until she bleeds."

The phone shattered in Christopher's hands.

"Whoa." Lana stared at the wreck of the phone. "What did he say to piss you off?"

He turned to face her, the red haze of anger still coating everything. "I have a duel to prepare for."

"What?"

He climbed out of bed, pulling her along behind him. "We need a shower,  then we need to go consult with my brothers." There was no way in hell  he was leaving her alone, either here at the house or at the duel. His  brothers would have to guard her while he fought. She followed him  docilely into the bathroom. He wished he could enjoy the view, but damn  it if that phone call hadn't killed his libido.

"What the fuck is that?"

He turned to find her staring in the mirror, her eyes tracing the black wolf on the back of her shoulder. "My mark."

She glared at him in the mirror. "Your mark."

He smiled smugly. "You are my mate. All of the Beckett mates wear that mark."

"I never agreed to be your mate!"

He was stunned. Hurt. "Yes you did."

"When?" Her hands went on her hips, her foot tapping.

"‘Knot of eight protect my mate.'"

The foot stopped. Her mouth fell open. Her hands fell to her sides. A blush crept up her chest to her face. "Oh."



"Yes. Oh. I think after that it's safe to say I assumed I had your consent." She couldn't reject him now. Could she?