Bloodright (15 page)

Six

THE BEAST IN Falon snarled, fighting for release. She cried out as its claws scraped her belly and its fangs gnashed at her womb, jerking her from the pleasure of Lucien’s touch with its own.
What does it want, Lucien?

Freedom.

How do I free it?
she cried as panic gripped her.

Just let it go, Falon.

Lucien’s body filled her with such urgency she was afraid if she let go she would never come back.

Let it go.

Arching, she flung her head back. Lucien pulled out of her. She snarled, rearing up, her slick back sluiced against his sweltering chest. He grabbed her up and tighter to his chest and impaled her from behind, his thrusts never missing a beat. Drawn wire tight, she snaked her arms up and around his neck, digging her fingers into his thick hair, and spreading her thighs to give him better access. She was as connected to him as two beings could be. Perspiration soaked her skin, a red haze of blood blurred her vision, and her pussy clutched his cock like a fist refusing to let it go.

“Christ,” he called out hoarsely.

She ground her ass against him, burying him deeper into her. Falon could not breathe past the sensations of him inside of her and the wild, wanton demands of her beast.

She dug her nails into his thighs, leaving bloody furrows in their wake. The heady scent of his blood drove the furious beast inside her insane.

Lucien wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her steady. With his other hand he swept her hair up away from her neck. He licked the mark he had made. Moaning, Falon pressed her head back into the crook of his neck, straining against him. His hands slid to her breasts, cupping them roughly together just as he scraped his sharp teeth along the vital vein in her neck. His hot breath and primal growl was so much like his wolf’s that Falon half wondered if he had shifted.

Her beast answered with a long, pealing cry as she came in a violent maelstrom of erotic overload. Her muscles clenched tightly around him, giving him no quarter. Impaled upon him, her body jerked and bucked in a wild fit of debauched bliss. And the entire time, Lucien held her steady, never letting her fall.

It took a long time for her muscles to stop clamping spasmodically around Lucien. Only God knew how he maintained the control not to move inside her when her muscles finally released him. She could not catch her breath no matter how many gulps she blew in and out.

She turned slightly to look up at him. His eyes blazed like beacons in a turbulent sea. Once again, she raised her arms up and dug her fingers into his damp hair, pulling his lips to hers. If it were possible, he swelled fuller inside of her.

She moaned and clenched him deeper into her. She was so wet and still so hot for him the intensity of it scared her.

His tongue slid across her tongue, deepening the kiss. She turned more fully into him. He slipped out of her and pressed her gently back onto the carpet. Before her back hit the floor, he filled her again.

She closed her eyes, reveling in the slick, hard feel of his body inside her. Every inch of her body throbbed. Every pore in her skin was sweat soaked. And every inch of her womb burned like fire. He had torn her up, and she wanted it again.

Suddenly, it was all too much. Not just the closeness of their bodies, but the meeting of their hearts.

“Open your eyes, love,” he whispered.

Falon swallowed and opened her eyes. She caught her breath. Lucien’s golden eyes had darkened to a deep burnished bronze. His features sharpened to that of a predator. Something had fundamentally changed in him. She was afraid to know what it was. Because here was a man who was not ruled by honor, laws, or a code of ethics. He was ruled by his primordial soul and what his soul craved was
her
.

If she wasn’t careful, he would become an obsession that could destroy her.

This thing between them, it was too much too soon. She wasn’t ready—

Shhhh.

He pushed her arms over her head, then slid his hands along them in a slow caress. When his fingers entwined with hers, he softly said, “I want to watch you come this time.”

“I can’t—” Her body was over capacity.

“I’ll help you,” he said against her lips.

And he did. She could not deny him. Did not want to.

Slow and unhurried, he let her body settle down and made love to her mouth with his lips and tongue. He did not move inside her, he just filled her. Her swollen vagina cradled him as it recovered from the shock and awe of his insurgence. When his lips meandered down her throat to her breasts, she loosened. He nipped at one sensitive nipple, then another. Her breasts swelled, and her pussy clenched.

He nuzzled her breasts, licking them, kissing them, sucking them. The heat that had never left her body flared. Just as he moved inside of her, he looked up at her, catching her watching his assault on her breasts. He smiled a wolf grin. “That didn’t take long.”

Her lips parted and he captured them. His body swelled above hers. And then, in an unhurried give and take, he made love to her as if she were the most delicate creature on earth.

He made love to her as if… he loved her.

And because of that, Falon’s heavy broken heart trembled, and opened just enough to take a chance that Lucien might one day be allowed inside.

LUCIEN HAD NEVER been so tender with a woman. Nor felt as possessive. He fully understood his brother’s willingness to fight to the death for the woman in his arms. He would do the same, even if it meant the death of his own blood.

Even as he felt a twinge of pain and loss, his beast snarled. Lucien soothed it. He and Rafael were enemies and it would always be so. But here, now… He did not want to ruin this.

He traced his fingers down the inside of her arms to her face and slid his fingers into her damp hair. She arched into him, moaning against his lips. Lucien drew back to look into her deep blue eyes. They truly were the windows to her soul. He saw everything in them as he slowly moved in and out of her. Arousal, fear, and the shadow of the she-wolf that—hell, he could barely admit it to himself—scared him as much as it intrigued him.

Wolf to wolf, he wanted to fight beside her.

Alpha to alpha, he wanted to lead beside her.

Lover to lover, he wanted to mark every inch of her body.

She was a worthy partner.

His cock thickened painfully. His balls hurt. He needed to come. Then he wanted to do it again. His rhythm picked up. “Falon,” he breathed against her lips, “come with me now.”

She trembled in his arms and met him thrust for thrust. Grinding her hips into him. He held her gaze as his balls tightened, preparing for release. She pushed her head back and her full lips, swollen from his assault, parted. The pink tip of her tongue darted out. She strained against him as he pressed her back. Her heavy lids drooped over her eyes. Her nostrils flared as a dewy sheen of perspiration erupted along her skin. God, she was beautiful.

“Luca—” she gasped. “I—”

“Now, Falon,” he hissed and came in a wild, reckless explosion. His body jerked hard against her, but he did not pull his eyes from hers. She stared at him as if she had seen God, and then followed with such a powerful orgasm, it rocked straight down his cock to his balls.

It rocked more than his cock, it rocked the world he knew, the world he had control of, the world that had tilted on its side and would never be balanced again.

Their passion was epic, and it was dangerous.

And so was Falon. She meant something to him now, something more than an instrument of revenge, and because she was more, he was vulnerable.

Rolling onto his back, Lucien brought Falon into the fold of his arms. Her body tensed, but he refused to let her go. When she realized it, her body loosened. His arms tightened in acknowledgment, then loosened as well, a silent indicator he would not force her to stay.

But she did not go. His chest tightened painfully.

There was nothing to say. No words to describe what just happened. So he said nothing. He closed his eyes, as fatigue settled into his bones. It had been a hell of a month. The last few days, brutal. Physically he was spent. Emotionally… he was sucked dry.

Falon’s warm breath teased his neck. When she readjusted herself, and her hand slid down his belly, Lucien hissed. Damn if his dragon did not raise its tail.

Falon’s body stilled. But the flutter of her heart against his belied her hesitancy. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting that part of him that wanted to sink into her again but knew her tender parts needed time to recover from his lovemaking. He slid his hand down his belly to hers. Entwining their fingers, he slowly exhaled and opened his eyes.

“I’m scared, Lucien,” she whispered against his neck.

She was not talking about the rising that would take place two months from now. She was talking about the rising between his thighs. This thing between them was powerful; so powerful if it was not managed, it would burn out of control and kill someone. “So am I.”

He pulled their entwined hands up to his chest and fought for sleep.

IN THE HUGE four-poster bed, Falon slowly came awake to sun streaming through the window. She stretched and whimpered. Every muscle in her body ached. “Ugh.” She slid her hand between her tender thighs and touched her swollen tissue. Her eyes flew open as every detail of what she and Lucien had done came back in vivid Technicolor. Heat flamed her cheeks. Closing her eyes, she lay back into the pillows and exhaled. What
had
happened? And why?
How?
How
could she
lose herself so wantonly when she loved Rafael?

Guilt, shame, and recrimination swept through her in droves. How could she betray Rafa by—by allowing Lucien to do to her what he had done? She rolled over and buried her face in the pillows, mortified by the debauchery of it all. Even with Rafa, even though he had tried, she had not allowed him to touch her so wickedly.

But even as she tried to pretend she had not enjoyed it, her body loosened in remembrance. It had been wild. Lucien was—well, he was just wicked. She craved that part of him. But he had also been tender, caring. Loving. A side of Lucien she never expected existed. A part she cherished. A part that made her more uncomfortable than the wicked part.

She rolled over and cried out in alarm. Lucien stood at the foot of the bed, staring hotly at her.

“You startled me,” she said, not wanting to acknowledge the white elephant in the room.

“I did a lot more than that last night,” he said arrogantly.

So much for the tender Lucien.

“You don’t have to be so smug about it.” She pulled the sheet around her and slid off the edge of the bed.

“Don’t you think we’re a little beyond that?” he asked, indicating the sheet.

“I—don’t know what’s going on inside of me.” She let out a long breath and looked straight at him. “We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“What is there to discuss?”

“I’d like to get a shower and get dressed first.”

“I’d like to discuss it now.”

Falon nodded. Fine. No time like the present. “Okay. First of all, you caught me at a weak moment.”

A devilish smile twisted Lucien’s full lips. “I caught you at several weak moments.”

“Stop it! I’m trying to be serious here. I—Last night should not have happened.”

“Why?”

“Because, Lucien, you cannot try to control me through sex! That’s why.”

He nodded and crossed his arms. “Okay.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“So no more sex like last night?” Yes, no more
emotional
sex. Last night had been incredible on so many levels, but the most incredible part was Lucien allowing her into his heart. She did not know what to do with that. Until she did, there could be no more repeats of last night. But how to make it seem like something else entirely…

“No more sex like last night.”

Falon narrowed her eyes. “Okay, Lucien, let’s stop the games. Because I
am
your chosen one, we’ll—we’ll occasionally have to have sex. But
normal
sex.”

“What exactly is your version of
normal
sex?”

“Well, I can tell you what is
not
normal. None of that shifting while I’m still like this,” she said, sweeping her arm down her body.

His lips lifted into a knowing smile. “Oh, but you liked my wolf and what he did to you.”

If it was possible to blush and cream yourself at the same time, Falon just did. “That’s irrelevant. It can’t happen again.”

“I’m beginning to understand why you’re saying that. It’s because you liked it a little too much and are afraid you’ll want more. That maybe”—he uncrossed his long arms and moved slowly into her space—“maybe next time you’ll want my wolf’s cock inside you?”

“Never!” But she was lying. And she was dying to know if he had ever done it that way.

His smile widened. “No, Falon, my wolf has never completely taken a human woman.” He pulled the sheet from her and yanked her naked body to his. Heat shimmered through her. “But I’m not going to lie—with you, the idea intrigues me.” He nipped at her bare shoulder. “A lot.”

She ignored the heat his body stoked in hers. “That’s against the law in most states!”

“So is what we did last night.” Embarrassment colored her pink. He titled her chin up with his hand, and then threaded his fingers through her unruly hair. “We are Lycan. Mortal laws do not apply to us. And, I’m discovering, with you, Falon, most rules don’t apply, period.”

“There has to be rules. Rules keep order. Rules—”

He shushed her with his lips. “No rules.”

Falon twisted away from his lips, afraid she would end up on her back, and Lucien would reveal yet another amazing facet of himself that would suck her in deeper still. “Speaking of rules, we need to set some ground rules. I—”

“
You
need to set rules, and be my guest to set them for yourself. But understand this—rules do not govern me.”

“That’s your problem! You do as you damn well please and the rest of the world be damned.” Including turning my world upside down for your revenge! Oh, she wanted to scream it loud and clear, but they would end up rehashing the same thing again. The brothers would never budge on their stance until there was irrefutable proof to knock one of them down.