The Breed: Nora's Choice (28 page)

            Finally the
bull headed politician was starting to see things his way.

            “There’s no
need to worry, the situation is fully under control,” Sebastian assured him,
“We’ll have you packed up and out of here by tonight, and once you’re safely to
Casstiel, we’ll get everything worked out.”

            “Yes….”
Marcus muttered, his mind suddenly seeming very far away, “perhaps it is time
for action. The New York Embassy you say? I agree, I think that will do
nicely.”

            Carefully
Nora traced over her plump lips with cherry red lipstick. Any moment now she
knew that Quinn would come home with a new surprise night planned for her, and
she wanted to be ready.

            Ever since
Remy had been injured he had spent every waking moment that he wasn’t working
for the defense team, on trying to distract her and keep her happy. He was
almost too adorable for words.

            He had
valiantly suffered through an entire day at the Bronx zoo, a Rangers hockey
game, and a two day long marathon of “I love Lucy.”

            All of
which he completed without complaining a single time. The man was practically
perfect.

            Tonight she
wanted things to be different. He had been killing himself splitting his time
between paying attention to her, busting his ass for the defense team, and
reuniting with his old pack.

            Tonight she
wanted to do something nice for him.

            She smiled
in the mirror at her own sappiness. Who was he turning her into?

            It would be
a lie to say she wasn’t enjoying it.

            She had
always known she was beautiful and sexy and that men wanted her. Now she was
beginning to see that there was so much more than that.

            He made her
feel like more than just an accessory or a conquest. He laughed at her jokes
and thought she was adorable, he never talked down to her about how little
education she had had, instead choosing to constantly fill her head with
knowledge and watch her soak it up.

            For the
first time in her life she felt comfortable enough to walk around without make
up in front of a man. She didn’t have to play any designated roll when she was
with him. He wasn’t expecting her to be someone she wasn’t, he just wanted her
to be herself, and let him take the ride with her.

            The fact
that they were starting to make plans for their future together didn’t frighten
her anymore, it just seemed like a natural occurrence. She had just simply
started to accept that he would always be there.

            When she
woke up, it would be next to him, when she checked her phone, his text message
would be waiting for her, when she made decisions she would have to include one
more person in them.

            It all
should have been so overwhelming, but it wasn’t. After she had made up her mind
to accept things, everything just clicked smoothly into place, almost as if he
had always been there, quietly waiting in the background of her life for his
moment to finally step in.

            From what
she could tell, things were exactly the same for him. He had never been in a
serious relationship before, and yet he had acclimated to their new lifestyle
faster than she had.

            After she
had stitched him up and they had made love, he had promptly gone and retrieved
all the possessions he owned and brought them back to her place.

            Everything
he had fit inside of a single milk crate, but somehow it seemed to take up so
much room she was suffocating.

            His smell
was everywhere, his presence filling all of the open space.

            From now on
it would always be known that she was his. She wore no ring or physical mark to
announce their union, but she knew that nothing could ever wash away the scent
of him on her skin.

            For the
rest of his life he would never be mistaken for a single man. She watched him
when they were in public, his eyes slid over other women as if they were just
extra pieces of furniture.

            It didn’t
matter how suggestive their glances and smiles were, he didn’t notice in the
slightest.

            When a
slight blush she looked away from the vanity that she sat on, she couldn’t
stand to see herself looking so giddy in the giant mirror. She was almost
embarrassed by the way he had so efficiently peeled away at all her layers of
protection.

            There was
nothing she could do about it. Even with all the obstacles and barriers she had
put up, he had found a way to claim her heart.

            Even though
he knew she could feel his presence, he still announced himself with a quick,
“hey baby it’s me,” as the door slammed shut behind him.

            He always
wanted her to feel safe and never startled.

            “I’m in the
bedroom,” she called over her shoulder not moving from her vanity chair. She
wanted him to find her like this.

            “You still
aren’t ready? We’re gonna be late,” she heard the refrigerator door open, and a
water bottle cap being opened.

            “When we’re
late don’t try and blame….” His voice trailed off as he walked into the room
and finally saw her.

            She had
been slowly brushing her perfect ringlet curls while staring over her shoulder
and waiting impatiently for him to discover her. She wore a black silk bra and
thong panties, with a matching back garter and stockings each with a red bow
attached. 

            The perfect
gift for him to unwrap, she smiled to herself.

            “Well I was
thinking we could stay in for the night, but if you want me to get dressed,”
she sighed dramatically.

            He made a
bee line for her but she was already sauntering over to her closet.

            “No, no, I
don’t want us to be late,” she smiled and tried to shimmy away as he grabbed
her around the waist.

            He swung
her around so they were both laughing as they fell into a tangle of limbs onto
the bed.

            His hands
slid up her thighs as he smiled down at her and she shivered.

            “Is it
cheesy to tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?” he
kissed his way up her collar bone, his lips lightly teasing.

            “Who cares?
We’ll just be cheesy then,” her fingernails clawed at the ends of his shirt,
pulling it up, then flinging it across the room.

            Nibbling
lightly he traced his way along her collar bone, while she ran her hands across
his bare back feeling the hard bands of muscles beneath.

            “I’m going
to be slow with you tonight,” he grabbed her jaw gently, forcing her to look up
at him, “I’m going to peel this outfit off of you agonizingly slowly, and by
the time I finish warming you up, you’re going to be so wet and ready, you’ll
need my cock inside you as badly as you need air in your lungs.”

            She
shivered so hard her shoulders shook. God damn he was sexy.

            Laying her
down gently on her back he stood up on his knees and let his eyes hungrily
devour her.

            “I don’t
even know where to start you’re so damn delicious right now,” he ran his index
finger down from her plump bottom lip, to her belly button.

            “Oh I know
exactly where you should start,” she purred, already ready.

            “There’s no
way I’d make it that easy on you,” he gave her a cocky grin that made her melt.

            Crawling
between her legs, he took each one in a hand and began to massage her, his
rough palms working in contrast with the silky smooth stockings.

            She had
been so stressed lately that the massage felt both sexy and relaxing. She
couldn’t help the little moans of pleasure that escaped her lips as he worked
on each of her covered feet.

            By the time
he had worked his way up to her thighs she was panting. He undid each of the
little bows and slowly slid off first one stocking, then the other.

            The
anticipation was killing her. What would he do next? She was dying to feel it.

            Her legs
felt so smooth and sexy under his hands. He had a way of making her feel
cherished and desired that no one ever had before.

            She was
his, and he was hers, and no matter how much she had tried to fight it, they
fit together too well for her to try and deny it now.

            “Are you
wet my sexy little siren?” He slid a teasing finger against her panties to
check.

            “You know I
am,” she moaned, rolling her hips so that she pressed herself harder against
his finger.

            Through her
panties he rubbed her, stoking her fire to an inferno, until her panties were
soaked against her flesh and her finger nails were digging into his biceps with
all her strength.

            Exactly as
he had promised, she was begging for him to fill her as often as she was
inhaling for breath.

            Cocky
bastard.

            Two could
play at that game though. As much as he knew how to drive her crazy, she knew
how to do the same to him.

            Easily she
snapped at the clasp of her bra and released her breasts. The groan he gave at
the sight of them filled her with pure satisfaction.

            “Not so
cocky now are you?” she murmured, squeezing them together.

            “I’m sorry,
weren’t you busy begging?” he gave her a sexy grin and pulled her panties off.

            Breathing
was so God damn hard to do when he was touching her so
well
. He seemed
to know every nerve ending in her body intimately, almost as if they shared
those along with everything else in the bond.

            “Weren’t
you
busy trying to convince yourself to slow down and make me wait for that cock?” 
she purred, then reaching down, yanked at the hem of his pants, pulling so hard
that the top button ripped off.

            “Is this
what you want?” he reached into his jeans and pulled out his raging hard cock.

            Moaning she
nodded her head, pinching both of her nipples in anticipation.

            “Oh don’t
be shy now,” he slowly stroked himself in front of her, “tell me how you want
it.”

            Since he
wanted to play so badly, she wouldn’t go with the easy answer.

            “I want it
in my mouth,” she moaned out as she met his eyes.

            His cock
jerked in his hand and she licked her lips pointedly at him, getting hotter
from the knowledge that she had caught him off guard.

            “The only
problem with that option, is that I want you on my tongue as well,” he smirked
wickedly at her, “I guess you’ll just have to come and ride my face again.”

            The words
had barely left those dangerous lips of his and she was pushing him down and
crawling on top.

            This was
slowly becoming her favorite position to be in.

            Greedily
she sucked him into her mouth every bit as vigorously as he lapped at her
sensitive clit.

            In a matter
of seconds he had her moaning like his own personal whore.

            Erotically
her hips rolled over him, rubbing her clit across his waiting tongue. The
vibrations of her moans around his shaft had him trembling.

            His hands
were gripped tightly around her thighs; moving her, encouraging her to ride him
harder, faster.

            She pulled
her mouth away from his cock, it felt too good, her orgasm was coming on fast,
she couldn’t hold off.

            Without
warning she shivered violently over him, her climax taking even her by surprise
with how intense it was.

            Her back
bowed out and she screamed his name so loudly that if they had had neighbors,
they would know exactly what his name was.

            Collapsing
into a heap at the foot of the bed she took a moment to catch her breath.

            Delicately
he scooped her up and placed her across his chest. Even though his erection was
still raging, he softly stroked her hair and simply let her breathe.

            After a
moment her lips were hungrily searching for his again, and he couldn’t wait to
indulge her.

            Fluidly he
rolled her beneath him and without any playful cockiness, he took her.

            Her legs
wrapped around his back as they’re lips burned together, their kisses so hot
they were scorching her and she couldn’t get enough.

            She moaned
against his lips as he plunged himself inside her passionately. They moved
together at their own rhythm, grinding, their bodies hot with desire.

            He filled
her so completely, owning every inch of her, his hands possessive and greedy as
they roamed her body.

            “More,” she
breathed against his sweat slick skin.

            With both
hands he grabbed onto her ass and lifted her, then speared down into her.

            Her eyes
exploded open and the moan that left her lips became a scream.