Kathi S Barton - [Aaron's Kiss 04] (15 page)

“Sam, I know you have no reason to believe me, none at all after the way I’ve treated you, but I won’t hurt you. Whatever you have to tell me, I’ll understand. I want to be here for you.” He knew at that moment, he really wanted to be. He couldn’t leave her, not now, not ever.

“I’ve murdered five people, I’m a failure, and I’ve killed five people in cold blood.”

~CHAPTER TWELVE~

Tucker didn’t answer, didn’t say anything, couldn’t. But he did watch her, watched as she stood up and began unbuttoning her flannel shirt. He knew this wasn’t about sex. This had moved beyond that.

“My mother was a very beautiful woman. She was alone save me, but we…we had each other. She did her best by me, kept me safe. We lived well until the night I turned fifteen. My entire life changed that night. Nothing was…they took everything from me.”

Tucker moved to the bed and sat down. He knew in that instance, that second, that he loved Sam Hunter. He loved her with all of his being. And his heart hurt for her.

“We were out in an open field picking wildflowers by moonlight. We were having fun. It was something she and I did all the time, different fields, different nights. It wasn’t until they were there—four men and two women—that we realized we were in danger. They were suddenly just there. They came upon us from nowhere. It was magic, you see. They had just shimmered right in front of us.” The flannel came off and then she began unbuttoning the shirt beneath it. When she was down five of the seven buttons, she opened it to her bare skin. Tucker could see the bullet hole scars very clearly now in the harsh light of the overhead.

“They raped us both, brutally. Each of them, including the women, taking turns with my mom and me. My mother fought them. I couldn’t. You see, I was scared out of my mind, paralyzed with fear. I just let them rape me over and over. When they were done, they tied her to the ground, driving stakes through her hands and feet, and then used her clothes to gag her. I just laid there until one of the men, the leader I suppose, pulled out his gun and shot me six times. Then they just left, their laughter still echoing through the air.” Tucker wanted to go to her, simply hold her, but knew that she needed to purge this. “Mom tried to heal me. She was a very power mage and even in her weakened state, she was able to stop the wounds from bleeding and save me. I suppose she thought she was doing me a favor. I woke up two days later. I spent seven months in the hospital, physical therapy, surgeries, anything they could think of to keep me alive, no matter how much I begged otherwise.”

“Sam, you—” She cut him off without even hearing him, Tucker was sure.

“On my next birthday, I killed the first woman. I found her in a little house in Michigan. She was torturing a little boy. The next one, one of the men, died in his car.

I’d torn his throat out and watched him bleed to death. Men two and three were ice fishing out in the middle of Lake Erie when I found them. A quick toss of a stick of dynamite and pow! No more. The two women they had locked up in the ice house to use whenever the urge hit them, I suppose. They were already dead by the time I found them. The last man was a were. I found him here. His death was slow and long. I covered his body in silver dust. Did you know they can’t heal when silver is involved?

Anyway, I covered his body in cuts. Not really enough to kill him, but enough to give off a scent. He was eaten alive by the same creatures he ran with. Animals, just like he was.” She looked at him now, her eyes full of tears.

“I’ve failed so many people, people who depend on me, that I am weighted down with the guilt. I don’t have it in me anymore to be caring. I’m not sure I ever did.” She walked toward the door and opened it. “I’d like for you…please just go, Tucker.”

“The man, the one from here, do you know his name?” Tucker had a sudden understanding of fate, how things that went around, always came around.

“Peterson, Robert Peterson. Why?”

“That man killed the little girl Becca, the one Becca’s Place is named for. I’ve heard that Bradley is looking for him, has been for several years. This Peterson prick, he was a member of his pack. Bradley thought he had moved to another area. I’d like to tell him, let him know about this man.”

Tucker had heard about Peterson the second day he had come to this area. People, especially other supernaturals loved the story about how the house cared for and loved all those children.

“Yeah, go ahead. The alpha wants me dead anyway. I think that would probably push him over the edge. I know some packs have a law about in-house stuff. Lock the door on your way out. I’m going to bed. I’m very tired.”

“All right.” He turned after a few seconds and left the bedroom.

He went down the stairs and locked up the kitchen. As he was turning off the lights, he contacted Aaron through their link and told him that he would like to set up a meeting between him and the alpha as soon as possible. And that he was staying with Sam tonight.

“I talked with Pete when she returned from the bakery tonight. She feels badly about what she did to Sam. So do I. Tell her that she has my deepest apologizes and that I will do everything in my power to make it up to her,” Aaron whispered to him.

Tucker could hear the sorrow in his voice and Tucker didn’t doubt his sincerity.

“I will, sire. Aaron? I have a request. I would…do you think it’s possible that Sam and I could stay here? I will talk with her. I know that she’ll need to pledge to you as well. We’ve very little to offer you as subjects—”

“Tucker, it will be an honor to have a man such as yourself in my Kiss. We’ll work out the details later. For tonight, bond with your mate. The rest will fix itself, you’ll see.”

When Tucker got back upstairs, he watched as she took off her t-shirt. He leaned against the door jamb and watched her. When she was just taking off her bra, she looked at him. Her expression said that she was surprised to see him.

“The building is locked up. I also made sure that the ovens were off and that everything was put away.” He slowly moved into the room. “Aaron said to tell you that he’s sorry about Pete. He’d like to make it up to you.”

“I thought you’d gone,” she said as she covered her breasts with her shirt. “I don’t understand. Why are you still here?”

He decided to ignore her questions and move on with the night. Need to hold her rippled along his skin and he moved more into the room. “I also took the phone off the hook while I was out there. I don’t want us to be interrupted tonight.” He moved to within a few feet of her, just close enough that he could see her eyes. They had darkened.

He slowly moved toward her, pulling his shirt from his jeans as he kept watching her face. She was still staring at him when he moved to stand just in front of her. She had stopped removing her own clothes. Her bright green bra peaking from the edges made his mouth water and his cock burn with need.

He skimmed his fingers down her arms, the need to touch nearly impossible to resist, so he didn’t. Then he did the same to her breasts, running just the tips of his fingers lightly over the top of each breast as they spilled out over the top of her bra, never taking his eyes from hers.

“We’re going to make love, you and me. We are going to take it slow and easy, stopping whenever it gets to be too much for you. Understand me, Sam? I’m going to touch you, every inch of your delicious body, inside and out.” He leaned his face down to hers, looking her in the eye. “I’m not going to hurt you, baby, never will I hurt you.

No one shall ever hurt you again, I swear to you.” He kissed her gently this time. His need was there, but this one was tempered with understanding and love. Because he did, he loved her with all of his being; he didn’t know how he’d ever thought to leave her.

Tucker touched her cheek, and slid his hand behind her head, tilting her head and bringing her closer to him. He touched the skin exposed just below her ribs at her waist.

Her skin was warm, almost hot, and as smooth as anything he had ever touched before.

Moving his hand more, he traced his fingers down her spine and back up again. Her moan of pleasure was captured in his mouth and mingled with his own.

He moved his mouth down her neck to her throat, tasting and nipping at the long column. When his tongue touched the rapidly pounding pulse, he felt her shudder and push closer to his mouth. He nipped at her jugular with his fangs, not breaking the skin but scraping over the blood filled vein, almost hearing the beat of it pulse near the surface of her skin. He needed to drink from her, wanted to mark her as his, taste her.

He reached out gently with his mind, wanting to connect and tell her what he wanted, see if she was all right with him touching her. He felt her mind open for him; he pushed in and showed her with thought what he wanted and all that he was feeling.

She hissed out her approval, giving back to him what she needed as well.

He bent, scooped her into his arms, and carried her to the bed. When she was standing up again with the back of her legs at the mattress, he pulled back to finish undressing them both. Her whimpers of need along with her touch nearly tore him apart inside when his warmth left hers. His cock was straining to be inside of her, only her hesitancy keeping him from ripping her clothes from her body.

“I want to see you, all of you. I want you naked, now, Sam. I won’t leave you. I’m not even sure I can. But you just say the word, baby, and we’ll stop. Don’t ever think that you can’t tell me no. Not that you have any problems with that anyway. All right?” For an answer, she reached up and pulled him to her mouth again. He could feel that she was unsure. He continued kissing her, reached up and pulled the shirt from her fingers, and let it drop to the floor beside them. He unclasped the front closure to her bra next, leaving it in place as he kissed her. Pulling back slightly, he looked down at the bounty just behind the green lace. He reverently cupped his hand beneath the bra and touched her, filling his hands before he thumbed the lace out of his way.

Her breath caught and her heart skipped several beats as he moved his thumb across her hard, erect nipples. Those tiny sounds made his own heart echo hers. She watched his face, looking for any sign of revulsion, he was sure. But he only saw her and her flawless skin. There was a scar just to the left of her areola and he kissed it. He looked at her and smiled. “Beautiful,” He said, and kissed her again.

Picking her up again, he laid her onto the bed, marveling at her beauty. Tucker took several deep breaths to calm himself, to control his need. He had never wanted so badly in his existence. But he could do this, would do this for her.

“If I touch you, I’ll explode. I’m so close to coming it’s consuming me. Undo your pants for me, unsnap them, please?” His voice was deep with hunger and his arousal.

He watched as she did as he asked, her hands trembling slightly and the zipper was giving her problems. When she got the tab finally pulled down, he put his hands at her waist and pulled them off, leaving her matching panties on. He was afraid if she was completely naked he’d lose control and come all over them both before he even began.

He smiled at her.

“Magnificent!” Her legs now hung over the edge of the bed. Before she could move back, he knelt down to the floor between her open legs and ran his hands up her feet to her knees and down again.

“I’ve tasted you before, Sam; I needed to see you and you were naked, the moonlight creasing you skin like now.” Tucker kissed her thigh and watched her. “I couldn’t stop. I needed to touch you, taste your cream. I came with you, shooting my cum in my hand rather than inside of you. I want to be inside of you this time; I want to come deep, deep inside of you.”

Her answering groan had him kissing her knee, her calf, and her shin. Each kiss made her tremble, each made him need more.

“Yes, oh please, Tucker. I need you, please. But I don’t...I’ve never done this before.

I’ve always been so...I’m afraid.”

He ran his hands up to her thighs, spreading them further apart for him. When he reached her panties, he slid his hands under both sides and while he watched her face, tore them from her body. Tucker entered her mind and showed her what he was going to do to her, with her. So just as her panties were torn from her body, she came, just as he wanted. Her climax hit her hard, tearing through her, ripping a scream from her throat. Before she came down, while her body was still jerking and contracting, he buried his face in her heat.

Tucker sucked her cream into his mouth with his tongue and lips, flooding his body with her essences, drinking from her. He reached down and ripped the snap from his own pants, nearly tearing the zipper from them as well in his haste to be free. His cock sprang out of its confined space and he grasped it with his fist. He began to stroke it fast and hard while he fucked her as deep as he could with his mouth and tongue. As soon as she came again, he quickly stood and crawled up her body, licking and nipping at her. He lathed her left nipple, pulling it deep in his mouth, and suckled hard. She arched up and pushed her breast into his mouth, begging without words for him to take more. He sucked harder, pulling more of her flesh into him.

“Sam, I want…please, I need to be inside of you. Now, baby, now.” His cock was just at the entrance of her core, the heat and wetness pulling at him, actually pulling him into her. Sam lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, canting her hips to take him in. Tucker’s control snapped and he slammed deep into her, touching her womb, over and over as he pistoned deep inside of her. He was so close, his balls tightening to his body. He wanted to make it last, to prolong the pleasure for them both, but she was milking him, pulling, and it became too much. He nuzzled her neck, instinct taking over. He wanted to…no, needed to drink from her. Before he could ask her, she tilted her head and pulled his mouth to her.

“Take, take all of me. Please, please bite me, Tucker,” she begged him, her voice rough and low.

His fangs elongated more, stretching from his gums. He struck fast and clean, opening her jugular and drawing her hot, spicy blood into his mouth. His first swallow sent him over the edge. He jerked hard into her again and again, emptying himself of his seed, bringing her right along with him. He took one more pull on her vein then after a quick lick to seal the tiny holes, he collapsed on top of her.