"I want you," he said, after a while, his voice rough, urgent.
"But you can't have me. Not yet."
"Then what can I have?"
"Oh, this and that." I slid my rump down his legs until I was kneeling in front of him. Desire and anticipation swirled around me, so thick, so strong that it sent little droplets of perspiration skittering across my skin. I lightly ran my tongue across the base of his penis. His groan of pleasure was all the encouragement I needed to continue.
I licked my way up and down his shaft, occasionally taking in his balls, enjoying the tremble of pleasure that ran through his body, the way his cock leapt and throbbed with eagerness. I smiled and swirled my lips around the tip of him before taking him fully into my mouth.
Again he groaned - a sound thick with enjoyment - as I drew him deeper, sucking and tasting and teasing him until his movements became desperate and the salty taste of him began seeping into my mouth.
But I didn't let him cross that line. He made a sound thick with frustration when I pulled back, then his hands wrapped around my arms and he was pulling me up, pulling me close, as his mouth claimed mine.
As kisses went, it was pretty much meltdown material.
"Now it's your turn to ache," he whispered, after a while.
And he set about doing that very thing, touching and teasing, making me tremble and ache as I could never remember aching.
"Enough," I said, as he brought me to the edge for what seemed like the umpteenth time, only to back away again.
He laughed softly, his eyes sparking with so much desire and caring that something trembled deep inside. "Then what do you want now?"
"You," I said, and thrust down on him, claiming him in the most basic way possible.
He groaned and slid his hands to my hips, his grip almost bruising as he pressed me down harder. I echoed his groan, loving the way he felt inside.
I began to move and he was right there with me, kissing and caressing, driving me wilder with need. The deep down ache bloomed, becoming a kaleidoscope of sensations that washed pleasure through every corner of my mind, I thrust my head back, gasping for breath as the need for completion built and built. Only the air itself seemed to burn as fiercely as my skin.
Then the shuddering began and I grabbed his shoulders, pushing him deeper still, wanting to feel every inch of him through every inch of me. Pleasure exploded as his movements became faster, more urgent.
"Look at me," he growled.
I opened my eyes and met his gaze, and again something quivered deep inside. Desire and passion and something else - something that seemed a whole lot like possession - seared those depths, stirring me in ways I didn't think possible.
"You are mine," he said, and his hoarse voice seemed to echo through every fiber of my being.
Yes, I thought. Oh God, yes.
And then all thought evaporated as the passion between us exploded and I was quivering, trembling, whimpering, as his warmth spilled into me.
Sated, I collapsed against him, sucking in his spicy, sweaty scent with every intake of breath, feeling it fill me, consume me, as his body had consumed me. Somehow, it seemed so right. He wrapped his arms around me, holding on tight, and for one brief moment, I had that oh so glorious sensation of belonging.
It was in the middle of that one perfect moment that the phone rang. pped.
How could I not? I might not have seen my mother since we'd been thrown out of the pack at sixteen, but that didn't mean I didn't love her. Didn't mean I wanted her dead.
She was my mother, for Christ's sake.
I swung around. "Trust me, Blake. You do not want to go this route. It's a very bad thing to do."
His smile was arrogant. Confident. "There's nothing the Directorate can do to me. I'm well within the law to chastise my pack as I see fit. If a pack member dies during meted justice?" He shrugged. "The law will not intervene unless the event is reported as something more than fair punishment. And no one in this pack will report it."
"I can report it. I can investigate it. And trust me, you would not want me or Rhoan anywhere near that pack. We're no longer the helpless cubs you booted out."
"And we are no longer the dying pack you remember. We've grown stronger, richer. More influential."
Yeah, and I knew exactly how. My ability to shadow had provided a means of learning more than a few pack secrets. And if the pack was now rich, it certainly hadn't been via hard work and good money management.