Aaron's Kiss Series Boxed Set (Books 1 - 7) (120 page)

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Slowly, he pulled the pants down her hips. He kissed her skin as he revealed it. She tasted delicious, he thought.

He lifted her leg and pulled the pants off, then did the same to the other leg. Sitting back on his feet, he looked at the wonder before him.
Mine.

“You are beautiful, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. And you’re mine. All mine. I thought that I was in love before, but I wasn’t. This, this that I feel for you right now is love. I love you, Alastriona. I love you with all that I am.” He stood up, leaned over, picked her up, cradled her in his arms, and carried her to the big bed. Gently, he laid her down and stood over her, between her legs, and just looked at her.

“Bradley, I…I’ve never been in love before, had never thought to after the accident, but I do love you. You irritate me to distraction most times, but I love you.” She reached up for him and he knelt before her.

Lifting her legs, he placed them on his shoulders. It was then that he noticed the tattoo encircling her left thigh. It was his pack’s tribal, a duplicate of the one worn around his own bicep, the one his grandda had put there when he had reached manhood. He touched it reverently and looked up at her. She was watching him.

“Where did you get this, love?” He ran his finger around it again, feeling her shudder in response. He was not at all surprised to feel her response move along his tattoo as well.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen it before…please, touch it again.” She was breathless and when he touched it, she moaned. “Bradley, please…I need, I need you to bond with me. Now, right now.” Her urgency pushed him forward. He licked her nether lips and tasted her cream. Her whimpering became begging.

Standing up, he moved up on the bed, taking her with him so that she was beneath him. With is cock positioned at her core, he lifted her chin to look at him.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby, but I can’t wait. I need…holy Christ!” She took him into her, not far enough to break through her virginity, but enough to set him on fire. He surged forward hard and fast. And made her his.
Mine, she’s finally mine,
he thought.

Tight, she was so fucking tight around him. He didn’t move for a full minute even though it felt like an eternity. He wanted to pound into her again and again, but he waited. He looked down at her and grinned at her expression.

“What’s the matter, are we done already? That didn’t seem all the much fun after all that build up at my house and this morning. I’m sorely disappointed, because I gotta tell you, Bradley, you aren’t very good at this. At least not as good as I thought you’d be anyway.”

He burst out laughing. She had to hurt, he knew he was larger than most men, and she was making jokes. At least he hoped it was a joke. He slid his hand down along her hip, pulled her leg up over his, and rocked gently into her.

“Maybe I could improve a little if I had some help. Men don’t like to do all the work themselves, you know.” He rocked again, harder this time. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head when she tilted her hips up to take more of him into her.

“I want to be on top of you. Oh, Bradley…I’ll…I’ll show you how it’s done then. Women like to do all the work. I…oh my…” He rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. He placed his hands on her hips and showed her how to move over him, ride him. She was a very fast learner.

“Cup your breasts for me. I want you to touch yourself, make your nipples pink for me.” He watched as she ran her palms across her nipples, moaning as she did. He couldn’t help it, he surged hard into her.

“Do you like this? Is this what you want? I love it when you suck on my nipples. It makes me wet. The harder you suckle at them, the wetter I get.”

His cock seemed to have a mind of its own, he thought. He sat up and wrapped his hands around her waist, pulled her up, and slammed her down onto him. “Feed me. Feed me those succulent nipples.” His mouth covered her offerings and he sucked hard, pulling it into his mouth and nipping at the bud. She screamed. Her climax rocketed thorough her and straight into him. Flipping her to her back, he slammed his release into her, filling her with his cum, his seed. Over and over he exploded into her, even after her hands fell limply at her sides, he came. When he finally emptied himself into her, only then did he collapse on top of her. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to move again. Well, at least for the next five minutes, he mused.

“Baby, I need to make you mine, mine so that everyone will know you belong to me. I wanted to explain before, but we got…sidetracked. I need to mark you. I need to bite you. All right?” She stiffened slightly. He knew what he was asking her would be hard, especially after what she had experienced in the cave to be changed.

“I…will I need to…I’ve never bit anyone before. Well, that’s not true. I bit Jamie Grove in first grade, but he had tried to kiss me. His lips looked like a bullfrog all puffed out like that. But I don’t think this is gonna be the same, is it?”

God, he loved her. “No, not the same. You don’t need to bite me tonight, but yes, you will need to eventually. The sooner the better, actually. You need to draw blood, and keep your canines in my skin for a little while. Your essences will flow into me, marking me as yours too. Have you…stop moving like that. Christ, woman…have you ever dropped just your canines before?” He rocked into her as she had moved against him. He was hard again and getting harder by the second. And if she kept moving like that, he’d be coming again too. Not that that sounded so bad.

“Yes, oh yes, harder. Canines? Oh no, I’ve never…Oh, Bradley, that’s it, harder, please. I can’t think when you…draw blood; if you stop again, I will draw blood, but not nicely. Canines in the flesh. Oh my, oh please, Bradley, more.”

He was teasing her, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. He loved hearing her confused and flustered. He rocked again, this time with meaning, and kissed her. He wanted to make love with her slowly this time, but as soon as she wrapped her legs around his hips and locked them at his back, he was lost. In no time at all, she was coming, her climax pushing him into his own. Roaring out his own fulfillment, he once again dropped on top of her. But he quickly moved to his side, and then on to his back, taking her with him.

Moving his mouth to her shoulder, he nuzzled the area and she tilted her head to the side, giving him the extra room he needed to bite. Licking the area to take away most of the pain, he bit her, hard and fast. Her blood filled his mouth, hot and spicy. He didn’t move when he felt her hand touch the same area on his own shoulder, moving his hair to the side. Raising her head up just a little, she licked him and sank her teeth deep into his flesh. As soon as his blood touched her tongue and she swallowed, he felt the unbreakable connection between them.
Mine. She is truly mine.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

It was hours later when they were lying across from each other in the huge bathtub filled with hot water that he remembered the painting from the first day. They had slept for a few hours, woke, and made love again before Bradley thought a nice hot soak would do them both a world of good.

“There was a painting of a blue house that you sent to the gallery; do you remember where you got the idea to paint it?” He picked up her foot and began massaging it, starting at her toes and working his way up her calf.

“The one with the little boys painting it? Yes, I remember it. It was a dream I had while I was still in the hospital. There were these two little boys and they wanted to get back at someone, I’m not sure who, could have been the people in the house. Anyway, the older one had gotten the paint. He had gone to several hardware stores and department stores getting what they needed without raising suspicion. The younger one had done reconnaissance work for days, I guess. I seem to remember he had a chart with times on it. I remember thinking when I woke up what a resourceful couple of kids they were. Then so they wouldn’t get caught, they stripped down to their bare butts and painted the whole house, windows included, that lovely shade of blue. I think its called robin’s egg. I loved painting that picture; I think I laughed for the first time in months when I did it here recently. Why do you ask?” She had been playing with the oversized sponge while she told him the story, and looked up at him when she was finished.

He could only stare at her. That was exactly how they’d done it. Over a two week time frame, he had gone to different stores all over the county buying what they could afford that day. He bet if he looked around, he could probably find David’s notebook and the chart he had made calculating the time they needed versus the time the Morgans were gone. Then he thought, she had said it had made her laugh, laugh for the first time in months. Fate, or the Fates, had made her his, and gave her one of his fond memories to make her laugh.

“Bradley? Why did you ask about that particular painting?”

With a huge smile and a lighter heart, and after swearing her to secrecy of course, he told her of two wolves getting back at Mr. Morgan for telling their dad how he had caught them necking with the Ashley twins in his hay barn.

“Necking, huh? Maybe that’s why you aren’t very good at this sex thing.” He watched as she slithered toward him, her bottom just above the water line.

“Sex thing? Alastriona, that was not a sex thing, that was the real thing. We should talk about the claiming ceremony. The full moon is in two days.” She moved up his body and over his legs. When he reached out to touch her, she placed his hands on the side of the tub.

“Hummm, I thought you already claimed me. It certainly felt like it anyway. The way you slid inside of me, deep and hard. And your bite along my neck, your teeth in my skin, hummm, makes me want you again.” Her voice got huskier and deeper as she spoke. She was sitting astride his thighs, not near close enough for him, he thought. He watched her reach for the bottle of shampoo and squirt some in her hand. She rubbed her hands together until she had a soft lather and then after smoothing it in his hair, she began washing his long, silky strands in small circles across his scalp.

“No…I, that feels good. No, that was…we bonded tonight. I need to claim you as a wolf. Claim you…claim your nipple.” He leaned his head forward and took the pert nipple into his mouth as she continued to thoroughly wash his hair. Her moan nearly had him move his hands, but her hissed “stay” had him gripping harder. He was very glad for the old fashioned tub. Anything less than the cast iron and he would have put permanent finger indentations in it.

“You mean have sex…oh Bradley…what was, oh have sex as wolves? Please. Bradley, I can’t think when you do that.” Her hands had stilled in his hair as he bit her none too gently. He lathed the area with his tongue and shuddered when she moaned again.

“I can’t think when I do this. I need to claim you in the pack meeting place, the stone in the big field.” He moved to her other breast. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her taste.

“Pack meeting place? Outside? Hummm, I think I might like that, maybe, Bradley, harder! It sounds kind of kinky. Does it feel different as a wolf? Bradley, I want you inside of me.” He watched as she rose up on her knees and moved hard against him. His cock was hard and he was aching to be inside her too. When she brushed over his sensitive head with her heated core, he jerked hard upward.

“Not this time. It’s required to…please, baby, come down on me, ride me please. I need to be deep inside of you.” He was breathing hard, panting, and if his grip got any tighter on the tub’s rim, he was going to some serious damage to his fingers.

“Required? Who will be there, Bradley?” She stopped moving again and he couldn’t bear it. He unclenched his hands from the sides and wrapped his hands around her waist, lifted her, and settled her down onto him. He moaned as he pulled her onto him.

“Pack. Ride me, Alastriona. Ride me hard.” He wanted to be gentle, but she was driving him wild.

“How many pack, all of them?” Cupping her breasts again, he pulled one into his mouth and suckled. The noise he was making against her skin was erotic-sounding to him.

“Half. Can’t we talk about this later? You taste much too good to talk about the ceremony right now.” His head snapped back. “Ouch! What the hell?” He wasn’t sure which hurt more, her handful of his hair or his neck that she had jerked backwards hard.

“How many is half? And I swear to you if you put your mouth on my body once more when I am trying to talk to you, I will castrate you. How. Many. Is. Half?” He felt her hand tighten her hold on his tender scalp.

“They think of you as their queen, you see. And they want to meet you afterwards. David’s been getting all kinds of calls. Shit! That hurts!” She had slammed his head back against the tub this time. “Okay, half is about seven, I guess.”

“Seven people. I guess that isn’t so bad. I mean, I don’t want to do that, but…what is it?”

He thought about not correcting her, but he couldn’t do it, not now. She’d kill him in front of the entire pack if she showed up and found that he had lied. “Hummm, that’s seven thousand, not seven.” His head hit the tub hard enough this time that he saw stars.
Mother fuck!

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

She tore into the bedroom, water splashing everywhere in her wake. Opening the closet doors and grabbing the first thing she could lay her hands on, she ripped it off the hanger and it went end over end on the rod it was stuck on. “Don’t even have my own fucking clothes. Probably expects me to run around bare-assed naked all the time.” She was muttering out loud as she pushed buttons through holes. Opening the top drawer of the huge dresser, she pulled out the first thing she laid her hands on and pulled the boxers up over her wet body. She was sort of dressed and out the door before Bradley got out of the tub.

“Ah, Airic, going somewhere?” The vampire Aaron, just great. She was just going to ignore him and keep going, but he proved faster than she was even with a full head of steam driving her.

“Move out of my way or so help me I’ll rip your dick off and put it where the sun doesn’t shine.” She tried to dodge to around him, but he was tricky and fast.

“Not much sun shines on me, love. Bradley, are we trying to make a fashion statement?” She turned to look at him and burst out laughing. He was naked. And when he looked down at himself, she thought he didn’t even realize it. She watched in amusement as his face brightened in embarrassment at being caught off guard.

“Do not let her out of this house. So help me, Alastriona, I will paddle you good if you leave before we’re finished talking about this.” And he turned to run back up the stairs. Presumably, to get dressed, she thought.

Airic turned back to Aaron. She smiled. He looked worried. She smiled bigger and he backed up a step.

“Whatever you’re planning, it won’t work. I’ve seen it all, young lady, and there isn’t anything…”

***

“Why do they always go for the most sensitive part of the male body is what I’d like to know?” Aaron was being helped up to the couch by Bradley who had just asked the room in general. They had just gotten word from Dom that Airic was with him at Sally the cook’s house.

“Because it’s the only part that you all seem to think with. Tell me again how she outmaneuvered you.” Sara handed him a frozen bag of peas for his groin.

“She’s a ninja. I swear I’ve never seen anyone move like that. One second she was smiling this smile that would make angels weep, the next she had my balls twisted in a sailors knot and was moving me around on my tip toes. And the language! Good heavens, that same sailor who taught her that move also taught her some interesting usage of the English language.” She watched as he gently put the peas over his knotted balls.

She was trying hard not to laugh, but it really was too funny. When she had felt Aaron’s pain, she’d come running only to find him twisted up on the floor cupping himself, and Bradley standing over him yelling about the incompetence of one ancient vampire being outsmarted by a mere pup.

“What did you say to your mate that pissed her off? We know you bonded with her, hell, the whole house heard you both. Quite enjoyable, actually, but I digress, What did you do?” She smiled at Aaron. The twins were in school and when they’d heard the couple yelling out their release, that had sparked a need in them. And boy, what a spark that had been.

“I tried to explain about the claiming ceremony, but she kept…distracting me. It wasn’t right that she expected me to have any kind of grace and have her lick…she was distracting me.” He had the good sense to look embarrassed, she thought with a smile. She was a feisty one, his artist.

“That would explain the seven thousand she kept muttering under her breath.” Sara turned to the door when Bradley stood, looking at the man in the open way.

“They’ve lost his scent, Alpha. He’s on the loose again. The mistress says she can help.” 

The first thing Sara noticed was that Airic was pale as death; the second was that she only had eyes for her mate.
Good,
she thought,
very good.

***

“I don’t like this one bit. Why can’t she just tell you where the things are and you just pop yourself in and get them then out again?” Bradley had been saying that for the past twenty minutes. Sara was ready to hit him with another tray.

“She’s told us and you ten times. She knows exactly where they are and it won’t take as long if she goes with him. He won’t let anything happen to her, Bradley.” She looked over at her mate, who was instructing Airic on how to lead him to the correct room in the house.

She had told them she had painted the man and she had something with his human and wolf scent on it. Aaron had suggested he take her rather than they drive. It was an excellent plan; he would materialize them in the room, get what they needed, and get back out again.

As they watched, they both disappeared. In five minutes, they were back. Airic handed the large canvas to Bradley without a word and the shirt covered in blood to Dom and walked up the stairs to the bedroom. When Bradley made to follow, Aaron stopped him with a shake of his head.

“Wait here. I’ll be back.” He dematerialized again, but was only gone for a minute or two. When he returned, he had not one, but five more canvases in his hands. He asked them to follow him and went to his study. Sara had never seen him look so serious.