Protect and Fur [3xtasy Lake 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (3 page)

She’d heard gossip that Alec lost someone he loved decades before and that hurt had cut him so deeply he never recovered from it. She could understand that pain considering the Mate-inflicted scars she already carried. It only reinforced her desire to steer clear of anything that had to do with bonding of any sort.

Her moms and dad had wanted her to stay at their house tonight, but she wanted to be alone with her guilt. If she hadn’t baited Craig, then she might’ve gotten there sooner. She could’ve saved Alec’s life instead of playing games with Craig. .

The water stirred at her feet, a slight rippling wave that foretold she wasn’t going to be alone much longer. What normally would’ve thrilled her, she didn’t think she could enjoy today. But, Blavet had a knack for knowing when she was trying to hide.

She knew all the stories, having grown up in this town, and she also knew that the creature that inhabited this lake didn’t take lightly to appearing in front of everyone. A sleek head broke the surface by her feet, followed by a long elegant neck. He was scaled and almost dragon-like in his appearance, not that she’d ever seen all of him. But she somehow knew he was male. Maybe it was the way he looked at her sometimes?

“Hello, old friend.” She tilted the bottle in her hand to her lips and drew a long swallow off it. Blavet simply blinked at her and grunted. He narrowed his gaze at the bottle and sniffed before jerking his head back.

“I’m not happy today, Blavet.”
I haven’t been happy in a long time.
“If it’s so offensive to you, then go away and let me drink in peace.”

In a blink, Blavet dropped down beneath the water’s surface, hardly leaving a ripple, breaking her heart in the process.
I make everyone leave.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be such a bitch to you.”

“I’m getting used to your bristly attitude, Brenna.”

She twisted her body to look behind her and spotted Craig Walker stepping out of the forest. Hopefully he was the reason behind Blavet’s abrupt disappearance and not her attitude. She didn’t even smell him coming, but she’d managed to dull some of her senses with alcohol.

“What are you doing here?” She turned and flopped back against her chair. The world shifted slightly, and her stomach rolled dangerously. She put the cap back on the bottle and dropped it onto a bed of moss next to her. It chinked softly against the empty one already lying there.

“I came to check on you.” He squatted down next to her hair and fished out the bottle. “I stopped by your dad’s first, and he told me where I might find you.” He pulled the cap off and sniffed at the top before taking a long draw off it himself.

“You’re not supposed to drink on duty.”

“I finished my shift an hour ago.” He looked at her over the bottle, and she tried her best to ignore the incredible way he smelled. Her wolf staggered to its paws and lolled against her senses. She wanted to roll around in his scent and cover herself with it.

The alcohol buzz she managed to gain was already wearing off, and her senses were picking up all sorts of subtleties with him right next to her. His scent drew her attention and made her wolf howl in her head. She remembered the feel on his teeth on her neck with vivid clarity and the way he easily pinned her hands in his.

“You know there wasn’t anything else you could’ve done.”

“I could’ve have gotten there sooner.” Anger at herself churned in her stomach burning away the tendrils of desire that had started to form. “Every second counted. A couple more and it could’ve made a difference between life and death.”

“Do you honestly think that, or is this an easy excuse for you to go drink yourself sick and feel sorry for yourself?”

Brenna lurched to her feet and she growled at Craig. “You don’t know anything about me, and don’t assume you do. I came here to be alone and think. I didn’t want company or I would’ve put up a neon sign pointing to my location. I have no interest in your opinions, Officer Walker. So you can turn around and leave me, too”

“Too?” He looked out over the lake. “Who else’s been here?”

Brenna tried to grab the bottle from him, distracting him from looking out over the water. Not that she needed to, Blavet would be long gone by now.

Craig lifted the bottle over her head and smirked at her much the same way he had earlier. That was enough to spark her temper. “Fuck you, Craig Walker.” She balled up her fist and punched him in the stomach.

He grunted and hunched forward, giving Brenna a moment of satisfaction before she realized her mistake. The playfulness melted off his features and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her forward against his body.

She heard the bottle hit the ground, and then his other arm locked her against him. “No one likes a nasty, violent drunk, Brenna.”

“I’m not a drunk.”

“So you think that domestic violence is acceptable if the woman is doing the hitting? Because I bet a year’s salary you wouldn’t accept it if I punched you in the stomach.”

He was right and was embarrassed by her behavior. She stared at the ground next to them and tried not to think about how good it felt to be in his arms. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I had no right to take my anger out on you.”

“I think you need to kiss it better.”

Brenna jerked her gaze up to his face. “What?”

“I’ll accept this as settlement.” He dipped his head and brushed his lips against hers. She expected an angry bruising show of dominance, but the feather-light graze she felt left a burning in her soul. Her wolf clawed at her senses, demanding more. Need grew in her like a hunger for the forbidden.

Craig stroked her neck, and his gaze bore into hers. “You feel this, don’t you, Brenna? What’s going on between us?”

She nodded slightly, not breaking the connection. She knew exactly what he meant, and it wasn’t just a physical attraction. There was a part of her that needed to see him whenever she could, even if it was to harass him and piss him off. She’d acted outrageously a number of times to get a reaction out of him, unlike Aiden, who had no trouble walking away from her. She hated herself for it because she knew she was only setting herself up again. There was a single blazing reason why she craved his attention. But she refused to even think about it.
No, it can’t be.

“Brenna, you’re my—”

She gripped his shoulders and used them as leverage to close the distance between their lips, stealing the words he was trying to say. He tasted like whiskey and caramels, but his scent was as wild as the trees around them. He took control of the kiss almost immediately, pressing her back against his arms as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and stroked hers.

She pulled on his shirt and drove her hands underneath the material to the hot skin underneath. Her fingers splayed along the sleek muscles of his back, and she could feel them bunch and move under her hands. He was built like a Greek god, carved from the most beautiful marble. She slid her hands all over his back as he plundered her lips. He pressed his thigh between her legs, and she gratefully pressed her aching pussy against the hard muscle. She reached down and cupped the hard bulge in his pants. His hips jerked, pressing himself harder into her palm.

“Oh, god, that feels good, Brenna.”

She tilted her head and allowed him better access to her neck, wanting to feel his teeth there again. He kissed and nibbled his way along the muscle, sending pulses of need along her body and straight to where she rubbed herself against his thigh like a bitch in heat. Pressing the heel of her hand against his cock, she curled her fingers around the waistband of his pants and felt the tip of his cock reaching for her. She could make him want her, so why not take advantage? She needed to feel a burst of pleasure to drown out the self-loathing she was suffocating in. She couldn’t save a life, but she still knew how to fuck. “I want you.”

He gripped her hand and pulled it away. “Not yet. Soon.” Before she could pout over his denial, he dropped to his knees in front of her. “I want a taste first.”

She loved the roughness to his voice and the way it danced along her skin. He nuzzled her tummy and pressed kisses along the exposed skin above her waistband. She watched him as he unbuttoned her shorts and pressed a kiss against the newly bared skin. “Hurry.”

“Hell, no. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? Your delicious scent teased me when I pulled you over earlier. I wanted to press you back and strip your clothes from you right there on the side of the road.” He tugged the material and she felt her shorts drop to her ankles.

She shivered in awareness. No one had touched her intimately since that night—
Stop thinking about it!
She felt starved for touch. His callused hands stroked up the inside of her legs, caressing the backs of her knees as he pressed an openmouthed kiss to her hip before nipping at the sensitive skin below it. His fingers lightly traced a path along the cleft in her pussy. Not pressing deep, he teased the edges. As if he knew exactly how he was making her feel, he glanced up at her and smiled. Craig wasn’t classically good looking, and his features were rougher than would be described as beautiful, but he made her shiver and want.

“Would that’ve gotten me out of a ticket?”

“Behave.” He smacked her ass, and the sharp flash arrowed straight to her pussy. She could feel his fingers slipping against her as he fingered her sopping pussy. In a flash, he’d swept her feet out from under her and laid her on her back, before rising over her. “Next time, I’ll spank your ass instead of giving you a ticket.”

He pushed a quick kiss to her lips before pressing kisses down her body, and any retort she might’ve thought of disappeared when Craig ran his tongue between her pussy lips. He anchored her hips to the ground with one hand while he delicately swirled his tongue around her clit, teasing her with the lightest of touches. Brenna dug her heels into the ground next to him and lifted her hips to his face. Her body ached with the need to feel more, to be filled with his cock. She wanted him with an intensity she only felt one other time. It both excited her and terrified her.

“Fuck me, Craig. Please.”

He growled against her pussy and the vibrations danced over her swollen skin. She grasped at his head but couldn’t get a grip on his short hair. She felt his teeth scratch her skin and almost came. She didn’t need to be coddled or petted like a delicate little kitten. She needed to be fucked, and the harder the better at this point.

“Craig!”

“Behave.” He snarled from between her legs. He encouraged her to lay her legs over his shoulders as he cupped her ass in his large hands. Lifting her up to his mouth, he licked her in earnest, his tongue tasting every inch of her skin. He fucked her with his tongue and then slid upward, capturing her clit between his lips. She felt her body flood with more moisture as her suckled on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Yes, more, dammit.”

Craig paused for a moment, and Brenna looked down. His gaze captured hers, keeping eye contact as he slowly licked her engorged pussy. She felt her wolf rise to the surface and worried for a moment that she might break out into fur.

Something’s wrong.
Her wolf scrabbled for attention, but Craig’s animal stayed hidden from her. She watched carefully, and for an instant she saw the animal behind the mask, but Craig shuttered his gaze and broke eye contact. At that moment, he plunged his fingers into her pussy. The intensity of it all had her driving her own claws into the soft ground around them. He lowered his mouth to her pussy, devouring her cream as his fingers shuttled in and out of her.

Arching her back, she howled out her orgasm and her pussy clenched around his fingers. It was a start, but she wanted his cock fucking her into the ground. She needed him to make her forget everything that was so very wrong with her. Her stomach clenched at the idea that this was all she was good for.

“That’s my girl.” She loved the possessive sound to his voice. It was the tone of a Mate claiming his woman.
But, he isn’t.
He kissed his way back up her body. “Now we get what we both want.”

He kissed her, and she tasted her own essence on his lips. He caressed her thighs and hooked her legs over his arm. The blunt tip of his cock pressed at her drenched opening, and she arched her hips, easing his entrance.

“That’s right, Brenna,” he crooned to her as he pressed deeper. The walls of her cunt stretched to the point of pain as he pressed. It stole her breath, but he retreated and then moved again. With each thrust he gained a bit more depth, and she relaxed against the pressure.

“Don’t leave.” The words passed her lips before the thought fully formed in her head.

“I’m not going anywhere, Bren.”

He couldn’t understand what she meant, and thankfully he was too distracted to ask.

Once his cock was seated deep inside of her, he caught her behind the waist and then lifted her up until she was straddling him while he sat back on his heels. That put her breasts at mouth level from him, which he took complete advantage of. In this position, he was deep inside of her but could still control the rate of speed. He lifted her slowly and allowed her to slide up and down his length, encouraging her to pick up speed until she was dropping heavily down on his cock and clenching as she lifted up.

“Oh, fuck. Bren, that feels so… Do it again.”