Jordan Summers - [Dead World 01] (30 page)

"Damn you." Red hissed at the sting of
pleasure-pain, then closed the gap between them once more.

Red's hands reached for the
front of his outer shirt
and began to unfasten it. She needed to feel his hot skin
beneath her fingertips. Before
she could get it open his
thumbs brushed
her nipples, sending heat searing
through
her body. She gasped, but he swallowed the
sound.

His hands seemed to be
everywhere at once, scour
ing her skin,
while stroking her need. He didn't give
her
time to think or breathe as he mounted his assault
on her senses. The
anger only fueled their passion.

Red reached beneath his shirt,
feeling the crisp hairs that trailed deliciously into his pants. She followed
the velvet path down until he flinched. She smiled against
his lips. Apparently, the sheriff
was ticklish.

He didn't give her time to explore any further. His
hands whipped out, manacling her wrists. "I won't last long if you touch
me right now." He circled her arm until he reached her navcom, then hit
the release
switch. "You won't need
this. I don't want Rita telling me
what your body's reactions are. I want to find out
for myself." He dropped the navcom onto a nearby
table.

"Gina,
I can't help you when you remove me," Rita said.

"It's okay," she gasped. "Go to sleep.
I'll check in later."

Red tried to touch him again, but found herself backed
into the wall.
Morgan raised her arms over her
head. "Stay," he said,
nipping her shoulder.

Flames devoured Red. Her sex wept in anticipation.
 
He didn't make her wait long. Morgan stripped her
pants and boots from her body, then lifted her with
one hand. The man was stronger than he looked.
The fingers of his free hand found her clit and began
circling
it, teasing her flesh until she was fully pre
pared to grovel. Red didn't have to.

Morgan found the tiny nub and
pressed down. Red's head
dropped
back against the wall and she cried out, her
hips jerking as she reached a lightning-fast com
pletion. Her mind was still
whirling when she heard M
organ shuffling clothes. A second later he lifted her and
his
cock snuggled against her tight
entrance.

He growled what sounded like "mine" under
his breath, then slipped an inch inside. Red mewed. He was
so big, so hot, and intoxicatingly hard. Morgan's
hips
rocked and he sank even further. His breathing
deepened
and sweat dotted his forehead.

"You're going to be the death of me," he
choked out.

Red knew all he had to do was drop her and she'd
be impaled, but he didn't. He was taking his
time, savoring the moment. Her heart pattered at the thought.
Damn him
for making her care.

Morgan couldn't think of anything but the warm, wet
spot he was sinking into.
Not her
anger, not his deception, nothing but the woman he'd wanted since day one. Gina
felt better than any nocturnal musings he could create. She was so blessedly
tight and soft beneath his hands that it took effort not to thrust for all he
was worth. Somehow he managed to leash the beast, or at least he'd thought he
had until Gina's inner muscles squeezed him.

Morgan closed his eyes, riding a wave of desire. She
was like a molten fist, encircling his cock. "If you do that again, I
can't be held responsible."

She laughed softly. "Do what?" she asked,
her body squeezing him again. "This?"

Morgan let out a pained cry of defeat. He'd
planned to draw out their first joining, worshiping
her
body the way she deserved,
feasting upon the wetness between her thighs, but she'd taken the decision out
of
his hands. He reached between their bodies and stroked her clit,
taking care to rake it gently with his nails. She bucked against him as her
need began to build once more.

"Like that, do you?" He smiled and did it
again, while at the same time thrusting up. He sank to the balls into her, his
legs shaking with the effort to remain standing. She wasn't heavy, but his
blood had been diverted somewhere else. Somewhere infinitely more important at
the moment.

Gina
yelped, then moaned as he ground his cock into
her. He pressed
down, then strummed her clit faster
and faster. Gina came apart again in his arms.
her
body milking him.

The beast surged, breaking free. Morgan lost all sense
of his
surroundings. He rode her hard, thrusting and
gliding. She wrapped her legs
around his waist. Their flesh slapped together, the suction they created
pulling him deeper. He kissed his way over her
cheek,
before
nibbling on her ear. The salt of her skin tickled
his
tongue.

One of Gina's hands sunk into his hair, while the
other clutched his ass, her nails leaving tiny darts of pleasure imbedded in
his skin. The sensation only spurred
him on to take the ultimate
step. The one that
would change both
their lives forever.

Morgan jerked, releasing her ear long enough to trail
his lips along her exposed neck. She tilted her chin, giving him greater
access. Telling him without words
that she was his. Morgan felt
the canines in his
mouth lengthen and
there wasn't a damn thing he could
do to stop them. The urge to mark was too strong. The
wolf knew he'd found his mate.

He bellowed, then bit down where
her nape met her delicate shoulder. Her blood filled his mouth, drowning
his senses in the heady aroma. He needed more. Had to have more. He
sucked harder, drawing her coppery essence down his throat, while his tongue
lapped voraciously.

Gina mewed, but didn't ask him to let go, her body too
busy riding out another fluttering orgasm.

Morgan drove in deep, his body expanding and
convulsing as he did so. He emptied himself inside
of her pulsing warmth, feeling a sense of peace settle
over him. He laved Gina's neck tenderly to soothe
the
sting, while continuing his
shallow thrusts. His knees
shook
from the effort to remain upright. After she'd milked every last drop of fluid
from him, Morgan slowly released her so she could stand.

"That," he murmured,
nuzzling against her neck, "was incredible." He kissed the spot he'd
marked. "Remind me again what we were fighting about."

chapter
seventeen

Gina's angry.
Her black hair is pulled tight and her lovely face is flushed with the volatile
emotion as she enters Morgan's home. Her strange hazel eyes spark as she pulls
her tiny fist back and lets it
fly, connecting
hard. Morgan's head snaps
back. I didn't expect her to strike him, but I can't deny the
pleasure the physical blow brings me.

This is better than I'd hoped. I can now be there for
her
to
help pick up the pieces. She's
too smart to waste another
moment with him. Her voice
raises and I hear
her mention a body. No
wonder she's angry.

So they did find my first kill. I was beginning to
wonder.
 
Morgan kept his silence well, but he obviously had
help. Probably in the form of Jim Thorn-ton. I should've dealt with him long
ago, but I needed him. He was the only one who made regular sweeps of
the desert.
Without Jim, no one would've discovered the women I'd chosen.

Gina, my love. The others meant nothing to me. They
were pale comparisons to you and your beauty. We are destined to be together.

The fight escalates, but I can no longer hear them
now that Morgan has closed the door. Tension
flows
out of the home and into the desert around me. It
warms my heart and I can't keep the smile from forming on my face.
Pride fills me as I watch the angry
she-wolf
hold her ground.

Perhaps I should knock on the door and intervene. Now
would probably be as good a time as any. Straightening the front of my clothes,
I start to turn away. Morgan's next move stops me cold. My mus
cles lock as I realize something in the
atmosphere has
changed.

Morgan's grabbed Gina and pulled her against his
body. The alpha in him has been provoked into
action. No! I scream inside my mind. This cannot be happen
ing, but I
know it's true. His head descends rapidly and I know what he's going to do
before he does it.

Why isn't she struggling harder? Gina fight. Now is
your only chance to escape him. If he touches her, he will not let her go.

A second later, his lips capture
hers. The fight in her
body is ineffectual, almost as if she's not really trying
to break away from him. She
twists her wrists, but her
mouth remains attached to his. hungry, searching.

That's when I see it. The subtle softening of her body
that tells me she's surrendered.

No! No! No! Get away from him, Gina. Tell Morgan that
you are mine.

The alpha doesn't waste any time.
He swiftly moves her across the room and backs her into the wall. Mor
gan's still kissing her, but the urgency has changed.
He's going to take her right there in front of me.

I want to burst through the
window, but I know
his home has been
reinforced. Everyone who lives away from the safety of town adds thickness to
their walls and
windows for additional protection. Not even I can
enter
by
force.

Damn
it!
He's baring her breasts. The breasts
that should've been mine. Her pink nipples peak as they
scrape
his chest. My mouth
waters as I long for a taste
of
her
tender
flesh, but there is nothing I can do besides
watch. The rest of her clothing follows
swiftly.

She's shaven between her thighs,
leaving her nether
lips glistening. Her
body wants him, even though she'd
claimed otherwise. Morgan inhales, taking her
fragrance into his lungs. He doesn't waste any
time re
moving his clothing. He's erect and ready as he seeks
out
her moist entrance.

Their nakedness burns into my retinas, permanently
scarring them with their image.

I rip at the wall, trying to gain entry. My claws
leave
deep
furrows, but are otherwise useless. Let me in!
S
he's mine. Get
the hell away from her.

My mind splinters as I watch Morgan lift her and
thrust
h
is cock into my bitch. He's fucking Gina like
I
should
be, taking her against the wall like a beast in
rut.
 
He'd
probably planned this all along. I
should've known that his disinterest was feigned.

I watch helplessly as he thrusts into her again and
again. driving her body up the wall with each upward movement.
His face is
flushed and covered in sweat, but
he doesn't slow his movements. Gina's breasts bounce
at the force of
his taking. Her eyes remain at
half
mast
as her short nails dig into his
skin, scoring
him
in the way of our people.

It only seems to spur Morgan on.

My mind's in turmoil. I don't know what to do. I have
to stop them, before it's too late. The moment is still salvageable. It may
take several fucks to get his
scent off her
body, but I'll do it. I will do whatever it
takes to erase Morgan's
memory from her mind.

Then I see it, the subtle movement that dashes the
last of my hope. She's baring her neck to him as a moan spills from her parted
lips. Perhaps he's too far
gone to notice.
She
tilts
back even further and
flexes
her fingertips.

No! Gina no!

Morgan glances up, his gaze latching onto her ex
posed neck. I see the red haze cover his eyes as
blood
lust takes over.

The roar in my ears is near deafening as I watch his
canines lengthen. His eyes have returned to gold now and they're glazed with
mating fever. He's going
to mark her. Claim
her for himself. Why now after all
these years does he decide to take a
mate? And why Gina, when Morgan could have any other? Doesn't he understand
that she's mine?