Hour of the Lion (The Wild Hunt Legacy #1) (36 page)

made a whimpering noise. His teeth nibbled on her thigh before he returned, and she realized, in

this, as in everything, he was totally focused, careful. In control.

His tongue swept back over her, reawakening the nerves with a rush. He circled her core,

rousing her until she was so ready, so ready...and then moving. Everything merged; every cell in

her skin was sensitized, waiting for the next touch, the next lick. She bowed upward, all her

muscles tight.

―Not yet, cariad.‖ His breath puffed over her engorged clit as his finger moved slowly in and

out, until her insides throbbed with need.

She whimpered, hands fisting at her sides as she fought not to move, not to grab his hair.

She stared down at him and saw he watched her in return. Pulling his finger out, he pushed in

two, filling her more fully, stretching her slightly, his eyes intent on her face.

―God, Calum,‖ she whined, teetering on the edge. Needing more…just a little more…her clit

so tight that it ached. ―Oh please.‖ Please, please, please.

―Yes, I think now.‖ His mouth came down on her fully, lips closing around her clit. He

sucked, gently, then hard as his fingers drove into her. Once, twice.

Her senses exploded in brutal waves of pleasure, the dark ceiling turning bright white. Her

hips tried to buck against his restraining hand, and ruthlessly he held her in place, licking gently

over her clit, sending spasm after spasm of sensation through her.

Her heart hammered until she thought she‘d choke with it. ―Oh God, stop…‖ When he

finally released her, she felt as if a Bradley tank had run over her body.

A moment later, she blinked as he walked up to kiss her. She could taste herself on him as

he savored her lips. Fondling her breasts, he took her mouth more deeply as if he could brand her

with his kiss.

When he lifted his head, she smiled up at him and pushed herself up on her elbows. Naked.

He was still fully dressed. That was…a weird feeling. ―That‘s quite a bartending skill, you have

there,‖ she said, trying for light.

―Thank you.‖ He scooped her up off the bar like a glass of beer, ignoring her startled

squeak. He walked toward the fireplace.

―Now, wait—‖ Fuck, she hadn‘t even thought about someone coming in. Where‘d her brains

go? ―Calum—‖

He laid her, stomach-down, across the back of the couch. Her legs dangled, and her elbows

rested on the cushions. Her butt stuck up in the air like a target. ―What are you—‖

―Be silent, little cat.‖ He slapped her bottom, and the sharp sting zinged straight to her clit

which sent up a demanding throb. She moaned.

―Ah. I had wondered if you‘d enjoy a little pain with your pleasure, cariad.‖ His forearm

across her low back, with his free hand he swatted her ass cheeks, his palm hard, the swats

painful.

And yet, somehow the burning engulfed her pussy in dark need. A frightening feeling.

Panting, she squirmed, tried to kick.

―No kicking.‖ She received a punishing blow that truly hurt and showed how much he was

holding back. She groaned with the pain and the confusing pleasure.

His hand slid between her legs. ―Ah, you are very wet. This is something Alec and I will

enjoy exploring with you in the future. But for now…‖ She heard the slide of his zipper, and then

he thrust into her so hard and fast that her breath whooshed out with a groan, and every nerve

deep inside her joined in the pulsing chorus of need. When her legs kicked, he shoved his thighs

against hers, his hips between her thighs.

He bent over her, his hard chest against her back. His groin rubbed her burning butt cheeks,

the feeling disconcerting, hurting and yet pulling her deeper into need.

―Calum…please…‖

―Let go, little cat,‖ he murmured in her ear. ―You cannot control everything—especially

this.‖ When he bit the back of her neck, his erection pressed even deeper, and shock waves

coursed up her spine. Bent over the couch, she was helpless, could only mewl as he set up a hard,

fast rhythm. His hand slid underneath her to massage her breasts, pulling on the nipples as he

stroked into her, his cock so thick, it seemed to stretch her more with each thrust.

Her hands tightened on the cushions as the sensations increased, and then he straightened

slightly. His fingers swirled in her wetness, making her wiggle. It felt so good, almost too much.

But then, his slickened hand slid between the cheeks of her butt, and one finger pressed on her

asshole.

―Hey! No!‖ She tried to move, to escape.

He gripped her hip firmly. ―Victoria, Alec and I would like to enjoy you here.‖

But but but. This was so not what she had in mind. She‘d considered it…maybe…way in the

future. Certainly not now.

Now. His finger circled the rim, rousing odd sensations, and then pushed mercilessly inside.

Jesus fuck. A tremor ran through her as nerves sparked awake. The merciless way he held

her, not letting her pull away, seemed to make her bones melt.

―Gently, little cat. Let your body get used to the feeling. After this, if you truly hate it, then

we‘ll talk.‖

Her anus pulsed around the intrusion, and she felt…strange. Not just having a finger in her

ass, but she‘d actually let him do it. Did she want him to push her?

He rubbed her ass cheeks lightly, and then started to move. His cock pushed deeper into her

pussy as his finger pulled out of her anus. Then he thrust into her pussy, once, twice, and

retreated just as his finger plunged back in.

An electrical vise clamped onto her spine as the sensations rushed together, forming one

huge dam in a river of pleasure that got deeper and deeper. Her vagina, her ass tightened around

him…and then the dam burst under the pressure, and sensation blasted through her whole body.

She screamed as her spasms hit the hard intrusions in her vagina and anus, rebounding back with

devastating pleasure. Her fingers clawed at the couch as she buried her face in the cushions.

Dear God.

Before the shockwaves had diminished, he pulled his hand from her ass and bent over her,

pushing his cock even deeper. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her bottom up higher as he

slammed into her. The rumble of his voice deepened, roughened as she felt the jerking of his

release.

He wrapped his arms around her in a hard…comforting…embrace, making her tremble.

He‘d taken her, done what he wanted…and she‘d let him. She tried to catch her breath, to

move— to escape— and he growled a warning in her ear.

A shiver ran down her spine.

Yet his hands on her stayed gentle, his lips soft as he kissed her cheek. ―Little cat, can‘t you

trust me not to hurt you…in a way you don‘t care for?‖

She bit her lip against the strangest need to cry and managed to nod. He hadn‘t hurt her.

Pushed her past her comfort zone definitely, and yet, everything he did just turned her on more.

And that was almost scarier.

―Thank you, cariad, for sharing one of my fantasies.‖ He nipped her nape lightly, sending

goosebumps down her arms, and added, ―Alec and I will be interested in helping you live out

some of yours. Tonight.‖

God, I might not survive the next few months.

* * *

Vic‘s legs wobbled as she walked beside Calum down Main Street. The cold dry wind

slapped her flushed face. ―What was that for, anyway?‖ she asked. ―You don‘t usually… I mean,

it‘s daytime.‖ And why did that kind of swamping sex always leave her feeling…little? Needy?

He stopped and turned her to face him. As if she‘d turned into a toddler, he zipped up her

jacket. ―You break my heart when you‘re sad or in tears, cariad,‖ he said gently. ―I needed you in

my arms.‖ The crease appeared in his cheek as he smiled faintly. ―Forcing pleasure upon you

was just a side-benefit.‖

She looked away from his intent eyes. ―Damned if I get how you can do that,‖ she muttered.

―I‘ve never…‖

―Never relinquished control. We know. I think you have long needed a lover to command

you, but you don‘t trust—didn‘t trust—anyone enough to give them that power.‖ His hand

cupped her cheek, bringing her gaze back to him. ―I am honored that you trust me with your

surrender.‖

His words sank into her, starting a tremor deep inside her. Why did it have to be so…right?

Him and his fucking fantasies—so maybe she‘d had a few slave-girl dreams, but to actually

live them out? Real life? Hell with that. No one would ever get that kind of control over her.

Except he had it already, Sergeant Slave Girl. She pulled herself together and said lightly, ―Hell, if your God trusts you with so much power, who am I to disagree?‖

Amusement lit his eyes. ―Your God now too, little cat. But if you truly become frightened or

overwhelmed or are in real pain, a sincere ‗Stop‘ will halt both me and Alec. Then again, if

you‘re simply saying ‗no‘ without a true objection, then I will know.‖ His smile held a wicked

tilt. ―And since you seemed to enjoy it, I will probably punish you.‖

God. Her body jerked back to life at the thought and she swallowed hard. Let‟s talk control,

not punishment. Please. ―The way you order me… Alec doesn‘t—it‘s not like this with Alec…‖

She wasn‘t sure what she wanted to ask.

―You and Alec are equals in bed.‖ His devastating grin flashed as he stroked her hair. ―But I

am in charge.‖

The words sent a tingle all the way to her toes, one she tried to ignore. ―You think.‖

His hand fisted in her hair, and he tilted her head back. She could escape—defensive moves

flipped through her mind, but the sheer liquid feeling of her body and limbs kept her in place. He

waited a second, then kissed her lightly. ―Not think, little cat. I know.‖

He released her and pulled her against his side with an arm around her waist, before starting

back down the walk.

―Did you have something to do in town?‖ she asked. He hadn‘t finished unpacking the

boxes.

―I do.‖ He ran a finger down her cheek. She was still so sensitive, she felt the zing all the

way to her toes. Considering how his gaze heated, he could tell. ―I‘m taking you to Alec.‖

Alec. She closed her eyes as storm clouds of guilt piled up inside her. She hadn‘t thought

about him once. Not once as she and his brother screwed like bunnies all over the tavern.

―Calum.‖ She stopped. What did she want to say? ―Fuck, this is a mess,‖ she ended up muttering

to her shoes.

He ran his knuckles over her cheek so gently she wanted to snuggle back into his arms.

―There is much you have yet to learn about shifter society and sex. It‘s difficult to explain,

especially to a human raised without littermates.‖

―Like what?‖

―For now, just know and believe that when it comes to mating, littermates feel as if they are

one being. There is no jealousy if one makes love to a female, any more than your left hand

would envy the right for touching a male.‖

―But you told me Thorson got scars from fighting for women—and the bear that night…‖

―Ah.‖ He gave her hair a tug and pulled her back into stride. ―Littermates won‘t fight each

other over a female, but everyone else is fair game. And we will discuss this further, but the

center of Cold Creek is not a suitable location.‖ He nodded at Rebecca Westerland who was

leaving Albert Baty‘s grocery, then glanced down at Vic. ―Alec will also demand his fair share

of your attention as we each enjoy having you alone now and then.‖ Without waiting for her to

speak, he opened the door to the police station and ushered her in.

Alec sat in his office, head bent over paperwork. She couldn‘t help admiring his broad

shoulders. There was something sexy about a tough guy doing paperwork. He‘d left a rose on her

pillow this morning. He was so sweet, and despite Calum‘s assurances, guilt lay like a stone in

her belly.

He looked up. ―‗Bout time. You were due here an hour ago.‖ His nostrils flared, and then his

eyes narrowed as he studied Vic.

She flushed, knowing her lips were swollen. Hell, she probably smelled of Calum.

To her shock, he smiled with what looked like approval. Well damn.

He waved to the chairs beside the desk and waited as she and Calum sat down. ―Vicki,

Calum and I talked about how you‘re stuck here. Being a barmaid might be fun, but not for a

prolonged period. Not for someone like you.‖

―Like me?‖

―Smart, skilled, tough as nails, and dedicated to whatever you do. You need something more

demanding than a fluff job,‖ Alec answered.

―Well.‖ She blinked, warmth filling her belly. Was that really how he saw her? ―You have a

solution?‖ And what would that solution be? Enlist? Join the Marines? Been there, done that.

―Yep,‖ Alec said smugly. ―Come and work for me.‖

Here? She looked around the tiny police station. Receptionist/dispatcher to one side of the

door. Alec‘s office, the patrol officer‘s area on the other. A door to Alec‘s infamous two jail cells in the back. ―Are you serious?‖

―Very.‖

―Oh.‖ Vic chewed on her lip. Police work. Protecting people. Using her brain to solve

problems. ―Don‘t I need some certification and classes and all that?‖

―You will. But for now, until you decide if you like it, and I discover if you‘re any good,

we‘ll call you an entry level sheriff‘s deputy.‖

―I don‘t know—you must know better qualified people.‖

―Hardly.‖ Alec gave her an even look. ―Qualified people rarely want to work in the boring

boondocks. Of those that do, too many are arrogant bastards I wouldn‘t trust to take out the