T. A. Grey (9 page)

She tore her dress off in a rush leaving her only in her silk bra, the ridiculously sexy heels, and a gorgeous flush on her cheeks. She grabbed his cock, all business, then positioned her core above him and slammed down on top of him.

He didn’t know which one of them choked, made a sobbing noise. Her mouth opened, head flew back as he filled her up. Her hands curled and uncurled in his shirt like a cat kneading.

And then she shivered above him, and the little vibrations all the way down to his cock.

When she leaned forward, arching against him, her hands sliding up his chest to grip the collar of his shirt, she
tore
it open. Her heavy eyelids barely staying open as she slowly started to move on him.

Dmetri didn’t know what was wrong with him. He never allowed women to control him.

Rarely let them on top unless he was powering into her, but he couldn’t move. He could only lie there, feel and watch as this sexy woman unabashedly took
his
body like she’d die if she didn’t.

The feeling it invoked in his chest was strange and unexplainable.

She braced herself on his chest, just above his nipples and dug her knees deep into the cushions to get leverage. When she started moving, he almost lost it. She rocked up and down, her channel dragging and squeezing around him, coaxing his seed from him. And she was going to get it too. He counted a total of three full thrusts before he was ready to shoot inside her.

He was only able to stave off the violent orgasm inside him because he was entranced by her. She moved above him gracefully but passionately. Need was etched on her flushed face and in the way she curled her short nails into him. He didn’t have long so he quickly took in everything else, tried to memorize every inch of her because the thought that he’d have her many times more never entered his mind. There was only here and now.

His hands slid up the soft, golden skin of her legs, over her round hips to the slender dip of her undulating waist. He grabbed the front of the bra in the valley between her breasts and tugged hard.

She made a sexy noise in the back of her throat and he groaned as her breasts spilled free.

“Millaya moya.
You are perfect.”

She had full, heavy breasts that he didn’t hesitate to fill his hands with. They overfilled his palm, her hard nipple teasing it as she bounced faster on him.

“More,” she said softly as if it were hard to speak.

He watched a blush deepen on her chest and neck, felt the beginning spasms around his cock and sunk a fang into his lip to keep from coming. He palmed her breasts, squeezing and cupping the flesh, pulling her nipples between his fingers. A soft gasp, then moans followed. She moved faster over him and damned if he didn’t keep hold of her breasts. She was about to take them both to paradise.

She rode harder, her breathing erratic and choppy. Dmetri couldn’t hold it any longer.

There was no way—he was a god for lasting this long.

His balls pulled tight and then she slid down him once more and he shouted. She shouted too, her hips rocking wildly as her sex clamped around him. Hot squeezing muscles tightened around his cock, coated it in her honey. His cock throbbed hard, then spurted inside her, hot, white semen jetting in unending torrents, filling and filling. She took all that he gave.

With a final cry, she collapsed on top of him.

Dmetri wrapped a heavy arm around her because he couldn’t move anything else. Hell, trying to catch his breath was difficult. His thighs trembled from the force of his orgasm and that, alone, was strange enough that he didn’t want to contemplate it.

His head no longer felt groggy but his body floated with her in his arms. As he lay there, he noticed something odd. A strange feeling in his chest. He wanted to rub it but couldn’t move a muscle.

“My chest feels...different.”

She nuzzled her face against his bare chest and pressed a kiss near his nipple. “Sorry, I was digging my nails in pretty hard.”

Ah, of course. That must be it.

After a long shower, Dmetri felt completely refreshed and reenergized. He dressed in another suit and pulled on a pair of shoes that weren’t caked in blood. Damn shame about his shoes.

On his way outside, he stopped and looked at the couch. Christine left after they woke up from their bout of play this morning. Having her body, no matter how unexpected she’d been, only cemented that he’d be keeping her.

But today he had a meeting with the Kategans and Brayden. After Claude’s attack last night, the pack was on high alert. The restaurant was only thirty minutes away, which meant he was close by, maybe even spying on the pack from the surrounding forest.

One thing Dmetri knew from his interviews with Claude during his trial was that the man was determined and would stop at nothing. How did he plan to kill the Kategans, though? It wouldn’t be easy and Dmetri’d make sure he didn’t succeed. Still, people’s lives were in danger so long as he was at large.

Dmetri made his rounds with the sentries. No unusual activity occured in the night. The thought wasn’t a relief; he wished Claude would attack now and get this over with. Then he could grab his new woman and head back home. He missed his massive bed and luxurious baths.

He slowed his pace to a stroll as he went up the street to Vane and Sarina’s cabin. His eyes caught a scene unraveling outside the cabin that was better than any cinema.

Brayden and Vanessa were in the midst of a heated argument. She was flushed with anger and looked like she was cursing him. Brayden stood there like a stone statue, uncaring. Then he said only a few words and her jaw dropped open, eyes wide.

She actually shook with rage. Her eyes started to glow brighter, the color of amber, and even in the daylight, they shined like gems. Her lykaen was coming through. Brayden said something else and she snapped her teeth at him but slowly the color from her eyes recessed and she stopped shaking. She said something but this time it looked like she was exhausted. She turned around sharply, her back straight as an arrow and marched away.

Dmetri came up to Brayden. “What was that all about?”

His old friend was slow to acknowledge him. “She’s an insolent brat.”

“And?”

Brayden turned fully towards him and that’s when Dmetri noticed his friend’s eyes were bright with anger. The man never let himself get this riled about anything. Dmetri shot a glance at the back of the cabin as the young Kategan disappeared behind it.

“She told me to help her situation with her father. She was trying to make me see her point of view.”

Dmetri’s brow arched high. “I take it you didn’t.” Of course he didn’t. Brayden was the senior Elder for the Justicars because of his steadfast honor and strict rule-keeping.

Brayden didn’t deign to answer that since Dmetri already knew the answer. “She called me an asshole.”

Dmetri’s laughter rang out over the street. He clapped his friend on the back. “You
are
an asshole, Brayden.”

His friend’s serious face, with permanent crinkles around his eyes and mouth from a life of frowning, looked all the more haggard. The normally trimmed beard he kept was growing in, which didn’t help the appearance.

Brayden’s nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. “You finally took the woman.” Dmetri scoffed, insulted. “Finally? I’ve been here only a few days and already had her.

I’d say that was pretty fast.”

“Not by your standards.”

Dmetri shrugged neither agreeing nor disagreeing. “I’ll be taking her home with me.” The only sign Brayden gave that he’d heard him was a slight shake of his head. “Like she’s some gift to put on your shelf at home.”

“Much better than a gift.”

Brayden’s lips flattened, brow pulling into a vee. “I saw your woman today. She was having a fight with another woman outside her cabin, looked like a family member. Older than her but with the same hair and eyes.”

A mixture of deadly emotions filled Dmetri. Anyone who dared to fight with his woman will feel his wrath.

“What were they talking about?” Already he felt the itchy nag to go over to Christine’s and talk to her, but dammit she just left him a couple hours ago.

“I couldn’t hear what your woman said, she spoke too quietly. But the other shouted loud enough for the entire pack to hear. I believe the words she used were ‘you fucked the vampire.’” Dmetri’s gaze shot in the direction of Christine’s cabin, a snarl on his face.

Brayden caught the look on his face. “No time for that now, we have business to deal with,”

Dmetri didn’t follow Brayden inside Vane’s cabin. He was breathing heavily and had to get himself under control. It wasn’t what her mother had said, wasn’t even the language she used, because he agreed. Christine did fuck him and quite well, in fact. But that she dared to embarrass her, to hurt her publicly, and to act as though bedding him was bad. He would have laughed if he weren’t so angry.

Brayden stepped back outside a moment later. “Now Dmetri. There’s news.”

* * *

The Justicars watching Claude’s clan have seen movement in and out. Males, warriors coming and going, mostly going. When several of them didn’t come back, they set a tracker after them but the males were good and diverted the trackers off their scent.

“The perimeter is already as tight as we can make it. I saw to it myself. If anything comes our way, we’ll see it,” Vane said. He held his new baby in his arms, his big hands and arms nearly encompassing its fragile form. Dmetri thought it was the strangest sight he’d ever seen.

Alpha Vane Kategan cradling his newborn child. Didn’t get weirder than that.

“You should alert the other pack members,” Brayden said.

Vane looked at him. “They already know that something’s up. Why would I worry them further?”

“So that if Claude attacks they’ll be prepared for it.” Vane contemplated it for a moment then slowly nodded. “Maybe it’s for the best. I’ll let them know right away.”

“Have you spoken to Vanessa’s father about the mating?” Dmetri and Vane both turned to Brayden in surprise.

Slowly, Vane said, “I did call him this morning. He says I need to turn her over.”

“That’d be wise.”

Vane shook his head. “I won’t do it. I can’t. Hell, I stopped Sarina’s father from mating her off to Prince Conlin. I’ll find a way to stop this too.”

“But you can’t mate with her,” Dmetri said, smiling.

“Hell no, but I can protect her.”

Brayden didn’t say anything as he rested his chin on his fist.

Dmetri shook his head at his friend. What did he care what happened to Vanessa one way or the other? Sure his friend was straight-laced but even this seemed overboard for him. He was the most honorable man he knew, Dmetri was surprised he didn’t see things from Vanessa’s point of view.

“I’ve got to go,” Dmetri said, coming to a stand.

“Date?” asked Vane.

“Something like that.”

He let himself out of the cabin and headed straight to where he’d been itching to go all morning. His hopes flared that maybe he’d find her in the backyard again wearing that sexy little bikini. Curse his luck though, because when he knocked she answered and was wearing clothes.

But damn if her outfit didn’t kick his libido into gear.

He tried to recall why he liked gowns on women because this, this was what he liked.

Cut-off shorts, frayed at the ends, faded with age and a t-shirt that showed off her breasts and stomach to perfection. His eyes traveled down her bare legs and feet. God, he even liked her feet.

Small and neat with a pale pink polish on them.

His eyes finally caught hers and his smile died. “What’s wrong?” She tried to smile back but her lips just fell flat. When he took a step towards her, she closed the door leaving her body to block the entrance. Somehow, that felt as though she’d just slapped him across the face.

“Tell me,” he commanded.

She sighed helplessly and looked down. “Sorry I’m just not having a great day.” Dmetri leaned against the doorframe. “I thought we had a great day together.” She laughed but it sounded like she was trying not to cry. Dmetri stiffened; his patience had already run out. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. She stood stiffly at first but slowly relaxed in his arms, eventually squeezing the jacket at his waist.

“What’s going on, Christine?”

She pulled back and gave him a tight-lipped smile. “I, uh, can’t see you anymore.” She quickly stepped inside and attempted to slam the door shut. Dmetri caught it with the palm of his hand. He almost shattered the wood with how hard he hit it.

“Excuse me?”

The only thing that had ever shocked him more than this was when Vera had told him she loved him. He hadn’t believed it at first, and then had wanted to run away fast. He eventually did.

“You heard me. I won’t repeat it,” she said softly, her eyes never quite meeting his.

“And why’s that,
millaya moya
?”

She shook her head to clear it. “What the hell does that even mean anyways?” If she was trying to deter him, it wouldn’t work. “My sweet.” She sighed and fell against the door in the closest thing to a swoon he’d seen since the Victorian age. But then her eyes widened and she quickly resumed the stature of a soldier. A sexy soldier. Damn, he wanted her right now. First, he had to take care of this...problem.

“I’m losing patience, Christine. Tell me what’s wrong now.” She sighed in frustration and put a hand on her hip. “Oh, all right, dammit.” Her eyes darted away from his, never lingering in one spot for longer than a second. “I can’t see you anymore.”

Dmetri stood, crossing his arms to glare down at her. “Yes you can and you will. This morning is only the beginning for us.”

She looked up at him and smiled but as if she couldn’t help herself she frowned again.

“No, really, I can’t.
Really.
”

“Why?” God, he shouldn’t even be having this conversation now. They should be entwined in the covers of her bed right now, him deep inside of her.

“I-I can’t tell you that.”