Untamed: An Alpha's Kiss (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) (6 page)

CHAPTER
FIFTEEN

He laid her on the bed and pulled off her boots one by one, setting them neatly in the corner, before stretching his long, lean frame beside her. She'd wanted him on top of her, but when his fingers slipped up the inside of her thigh, finding their way to the slick patch in her panties, her mind went blank. For a moment he only teased her with his fingertips, his kisses slowing to tease her, too, all delicate touches and gentle nibbles. Her nipples ached from the friction of her bra and the memory of his mouth on them as his lips sought her cleavage again.

Parker's fingers slipped past the lace and into her damp heat. His fingertips slicked into her for a moment, reveled in her heat, and then rubbed over her pouting nub several times. He teased her until she writhed against his hand, all slick impatient need.

"I love how wet you are," he murmured, picking up a slow tempo on her clit, smiling at the little moist, clicking sounds his fingers made as he rubbed her. "I love knowing this is for me."

"Mmmm..." she breathed, unable to say anything more, her eyes fluttering shut and her cheeks blooming as he worked at her, his long fingers rubbing and probing and skillfully bringing her close and then closer and then closer still. A thin sheen formed on her skin. Her blood started its slow boil and she shuddered from the heat sizzling through her veins.

And then his lust-filled growl. "I need to taste you."

Her fingers gripped the headboard behind her and she panted softly, biting her lip, as he hitched up her skirt and spread her thighs and buried his face between them, inhaling her scent through her panties, sucking her through the soaked fabric. He nuzzled and licked and nibbled through the maddening lace barrier, and she thought wildly that she'd give anything to have his tongue touching her, licking her, tasting her,
anything,
until finally he yanked her panties down over her hips and latched his mouth to her heated core. He made satisfied growling sounds in his throat as his tongue claimed her nectar, lapping at the pooling juices, teasing her swollen clit, making her cry out.

Arching her back, her thighs shaking, she ground herself into his face before she realized she was doing it. He took her cue and scooped under her, seizing her soft buttocks in his hands, spreading her open, gorging on her like sweet fruit, devouring her as if she were the most delicious thing he had ever eaten. The sight of him between her thighs, lost in his own enjoyment, focused on her wet cunt, added another layer to the pleasure. Her entire body burned from the fevered thrill of being eaten by him.

And when Parker looked up at her and saw her face, eyes hazy with lust and wet lips open in wordless thrall, he grinned at her, his mouth and chin wet with her juices, and she felt her climax closing in. Without looking away, he sucked her clit between his lips. The pressure and the sucking and his eyes were too much. She threw her head back and clamped her thighs around his head as he held her to him, feasting on her climax, tasting every last drop as she cried out his name and rode those violent, delicious waves to shore.

***

Charmaine was still recovering from her orgasm when Parker smoothed her curls back from her sweaty forehead and kissed her neck, her cheek, her forehead, and her eyelids before softly claiming her lips again. She was only vaguely aware of his body covering hers until she felt his insistent erection nudging between her thighs, and her passion flared all over again.

When she opened her eyes he was crouching above her as in her dreams, only this time she could clearly see his face, those solemn sea-glass eyes, the chiseled cheekbones, the dark scruff coating his strong jaw, that endlessly kissable mouth. She pulled his face to hers and nipped at his bottom lip and he moaned and twitched against her.

"I want to be inside you," he breathed against her mouth.

"Yes," she murmured.

"We should be careful, though."

She nodded in agreement as he leaned off the bed and reached in his nightstand for a plastic wrapper. He tore it open skillfully with his teeth and rolled the condom onto the head of his cock. And then he wrapped his fingers around hers and together they sheathed him, slowly rolling the slick latex down his length. She loved the feeling of squeezing him in her fingers, the heavily veined shaft leaping to meet her touch, swollen to bursting with need. But she was nervous about her lack of experience, especially since Parker was (as he was in so many other ways)... larger than life.

He sensed her tension. "What's wrong?" he whispered, cupping her face.

She swallowed and blinked. "I haven't... I've only ever done this a few times," she admitted.

"Hey..." Parker's voice was gentle, his eyes searching hers. "We don't have to do this."

"No, no..." she silenced him with her fingers on his lips. "I want to. I want to feel you inside me. I don't mean that. I mean you're, you know..." She blushed. "A bit
bigger
than I'm used to."

"Oh... " It took a second and then he grinned with pride. "Ohhhh!" And then, "Really?"

"Really." She smiled back at him, cheeks still pink.

"I promise I'll be gentle," he swore, suddenly serious again. "I just want to make you feel good, Charmaine."

She didn't say another word as she guided him between her thighs, spreading her legs to her sides until he was pressed at her slick opening. There was a moment of pressure and then he sank into her, his entire face blissful as he entered her inch by glorious inch.

He was filling her, stretching her, his length slipping past every tender spot within her, making her tremble as he took her in one slow, measured stroke. She wanted him to just be in her like this, not moving, just making her ache as she wrapped him inside her. And then he moved, and she gasped with the exquisite, pleasurable friction of his slick cock within her walls, and she didn't want him to stop. She wrapped her thighs around him, her heels digging into the small of his back as he set a maddeningly slow pace.

He rocked her gently at first, getting her used to the feel of him. She knew he was being considerate, but she quickly grew impatient for more primal lovemaking, the kind she had experienced with him in her dreams.

"Parker, faster..." She panted as he thrust into her slowly, in and then out, his entire shaft burying in her to the hilt and then withdrawing to the tip so that she was in a constant state of delicious sensation. Her molten core clamped around him, giving every stroke a sharper edge.

"No," he breathed against her ear, nuzzling into her neck and seizing her earlobe between his teeth. "We're taking this slow." He kept his pace and she writhed beneath him, whimpering with need as she felt the stirrings of a second climax deep within her walls.

"I love being inside you... You feel so amazing..." Parker spread her arm wide, pinning her hands to the bed as his hips continued their steady cadence. She buried her face in his chest as he covered her. His masculine, scented thatch of hair tickled her lips as she nipped lightly at his dark nipples, making him swear softly and chuckle. Yet he never broke stride.

"Parker..." she begged, her thighs quivering again as it closed in on her. "Parker, please!"

"Faster?" He teased and she latched her mouth onto his shoulder in response, stifling a scream.

"Harder?" he gritted between his teeth, letting go of her hands to grip the headboard, and she nodded wordlessly, clamping down on his muscular shoulder as he rode her. Charmaine clawed his buttocks as if trying to stuff him deeper inside herself, her nails scratching the smooth skin of his ass and lower back. His cock pumping inside her and his pubic bone pressing against her clit with every stroke and his satisfied panting and growling sent her into a shaking, sobbing climax.

Her frenzy broke him. He choked her name as he gave a final thrust and shuddered inside her as she shook beneath him, spasming around his length.

For a moment they lay silently twined together, no words necessary as they sank into their post-coital bliss. And then Parker tipped her face to his and brushed his lips across hers. A promise. An oath.

She gazed back at him, overwhelmed by the swirling emotions inside her. There was no doubt now, just as there hadn't been since the first time he touched her, that Parker was her Mate. Her soul's partner, her life's companion, the man she would spend the rest of her life with. And though she could easily have a lifetime of such glorious sex, she wasn't sure she was ready for the rest of it. She wasn't sure she was ready to see such a tender, solemn vow in his eyes before they'd even shared their first meal together.

CHAPTER
SIXTEEN

Parker had the woman of his dreams sweaty and sated in his bed. He didn't think he would ever forget the way she'd felt that first time in the flesh
--supple skin against him, her fragrant curtain of dark curls spread out beneath her as he moved in her. The taste of her cunt--and here he felt himself getting hard again, recalling the way she had given herself over to him, to pleasure, enjoying herself with the abandon of a woman with far more experience. It had been the most incredible experience--one that he thought he would only ever have in his dreams. When he'd looked in Charmaine's eyes he'd seen his entire future in front of him, and he couldn't wait to get started.

Three problems.

One, she was young. Twenty years old. Practically a kid. She was his intended Mate and he wasn't letting her go, but there was no way he could marry a kid her age. Never mind that his family had a long history of teenage marriages and his father had been pushing him to find his Mate for years; he felt he was barely old enough to marry at twenty-five. Sure, he'd had a lot of responsibility his entire life. His father had been grooming him for Alpha since he was a young boy, and he'd never taken his eye off that eventual goal. There wasn't even a choice in the matter; it was his destiny, just like Charmaine was his destiny. It was simply a matter of timing.

But the responsibilities of a pack Alpha and the responsibilities of a husband were two very different things. He could lead, of that he was certain. He had it in his bones and he had learned at the feet of his father, who was brilliant despite his stubbornness.

Taking over the pack was one thing. Taking the responsibility to love another human being, to honor and care for her, to think of her best interests as well as his own--that was another story entirely. And that was the second issue.

She shifted in his arms and he couldn't resist kissing her again. Those soft lips, that sweet breath.

Mine
.

He could die like this, holding her and knowing he had made her happy. Unlike it had been to take every other woman in his life to his bed, he couldn't get enough of this, of her. She wasn't just a pleasurable romp or someone to spend time with. She was on his brain, under his skin, in every particle of his being.

But she was also his sworn enemy. Problem number three, the most important one of all, was that she was the Vella princess. He'd heard of her, the girl César Vella wanted to keep sheltered from the nasty realities of pack life. He'd heard the old man kept her in a little house on his compound and didn't let her date. Frankly, he was surprised she had come out with him at all. His sources told him she hadn't had a boyfriend since she was a schoolgirl.

She was forbidden fruit. No, she was more than forbidden fruit. And yet they were meant for each other, destined by forces beyond their control, forces stronger than family bonds or treaties.

How do I square that circle?

CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN

Eventually, he made them something to eat.

First they had made love three more times, an endless, breathless tangle of pleasure. Her hair was knotted and her thighs were sore and her lips were bruised, but sitting at the breakfast bar, wrapped in Parker's sweater, she had never been happier. He'd seared a steak so tender she couldn't believe he wasn't a professional chef.

"I love watching you eat."

Charmaine smiled around her mouthful and slid her hand into his. "This is amazing," she praised him after swallowing. "You're a genius in the kitchen."

"Only in the kitchen?" he teased, coming around to her side of the counter. He spun her stool and nudged her thighs open with his own.

She shook her head and giggled. "Everywhere."

He nibbled her neck and she squealed, surprised and delighted to find him hard again as he pressed into her.

"See what you do to me?" he murmured, and she twined around him, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Parker hitched her thighs up around his waist and groaned as she moved against him. His kisses tasted of red wine and her own lingering musky scent. They both reeked of sex.

Both of them heard the buzzing the first time, but they didn't stop kissing and grinding against each other. It persisted, though, and finally, recognizing that there could be some real emergency, Parker reluctantly asked, "Should you check that, in case it's an emergency?"

She nodded and retrieved her phone from her jacket pocket.

Twelve missed calls. All from Scottie.

She realized she hadn't spoken to him all day and he had no idea where she was, which was unusual behavior on her part, since Scottie knew where she was at all times.

Shit.

It showed all over her face when she returned to the kitchen. Guilt and anxiety had burst her bubble and brought her firmly back down to earth. Reality had interrupted, and its presence was nothing short of painful.

"
Your friend?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Should you call him back?"

"I'll text him."

Parker shook his head. "Maybe you should call him back, if he's called you that many times. It might be important."

A sharp pain throbbed above her left eye as she responded. "And tell him what? That I'm here with you?" She tensed in his arms. "When it's just us, it all makes perfect sense, you know? And then the rest of the world gets involved, and..." She sagged against him. "I want it to be this perfect all the time. Can't we just hide away from the world?"

Parker cuddled her to him. "You know we can't hide away. Not forever."

"So it's all stolen moments, then? Is this all we have to look forward to?"

"Hey!" He took her face in his hands and looked into her troubled blue eyes. "We belong together. You and I are meant for each other, and we're not going to let everything else get in our way. We'll figure it out, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered, her eyes unconvinced.

And the phone buzzed again.

***

Scottie's voice crackled through the line. Horrible reception gave her a convenient excuse to end the call, but it didn't do much to reassure him about where she was.

"I took a really long drive," she explained. It wasn't a total lie. "My head is just so full right now, and I just took off in the Jeep to clear it out."

"So where are you now?"

"Um..." she thought quickly. "I stopped at some random gas station. I haven't seen a sign or anything in miles. But I'm heading home soon."

"Char, I'm really sorry. I was such an asshole, and I put you in danger. I never should've--"

"Scottie, it's okay, really. I chose to go with you. You got drunk and acted stupid is all. We made it out alive. It's okay." And then, feeling guilty, "How are you feeling, anyway? I'm sorry I haven't called today." She'd purposely avoided calling him. She was afraid he'd know she was hiding something.

"Uh... feel like shit, actually. But all this sitting around hasn't been all bad. I've been doing some thinking. I've made some decisions."

"Yeah?" Maybe this was a turning point for him, and that would be a good thing. "Should I know about these decisions?"

"Can you come see me?"

"Of course. I'll come by after work tomorrow."

"Okay. Thanks. And Char?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"Love you too," she replied before hanging up.

She sat in silence in the kitchen for a moment. Parker didn't press her, just squeezed her hand and cleared the dishes. When the kitchen was spotless again he reached for her and she tucked into his strong arms.

"I've never lied to Scottie. We've been friends all our lives, and I've never once lied to him. I hate this."

"Me too. We'll figure it out, though. It won't be like this forever. We'll find a way."

"How?" she whispered against his chest, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't see a way around this. Every way you look at it, we both lose."

He tipped her face to his and looked at her earnestly. "What we have is everything. You know that, right? And we might have to make some sacrifices, but I wouldn't ask you to put aside people you love. I would never do that to you."

More tears welled, and this time she just let them fall, tears soaking his shirt as he cradled her tightly and murmured into her hair.

"We'll find a way," he promised. "We won't have to give everything up. There's no reason for it. We'll figure something out."

She wept in his arms, the enormity of their dilemma too overwhelming to respond to with anything more useful than tears.