by Lauren Dane
“Why do you look like you swallowed a bug?” she accused.
Skye wheezed with laugher. Sean joined him. Oh, the two of them had trouble coming to them, too, when they found the right woman. He couldn’t wait.
“Cherie...”
“Don’t you start with all your French love words. Tell me now. Are there naked pictures? Do you have any of me changing at the gym or out on dates?”
“Dates? You went out on dates and did things you didn’t want photographed?” he asked, sputtering.
“Don’t you change the subject! Answer my questions.” She looked at him imperiously. It would have been more effective had he not met her eye to eye, even though she was standing and he was sitting.
“You do, don’t you? You pervert! I want them—every last one—to be destroyed. Oh!” She looked down at all the men around Andreas. “Have you all seen them too?”
That sobered Sean and Skye quickly and Phillip just looked at the ground, trying very hard to be still and hope she didn’t notice him.
“Well?” she demanded.
Andreas started to say something but she held up her hand to tell him to be quiet. “These members of my Pack were going to answer a question their queen just asked them,” she said very softly.
Now, Andreas knew enough about women to understand that they were far more dangerous when they got quiet than when they were loud. In fact, damn, his mother snapped to attention at Kari’s tone and hurried over, concern on her face. Well, maybe she’d step in and save him from his tiny Mate.
“Andreas! What have you done to upset Kari?” Jade demanded. So much for thinking his mother was going to save him.
“He’s got naked pictures he took when he was spying on me. And it appears that all of this lot has seen them.” She gestured to everyone seated around Andreas.
Jade looked at Andreas. “Is this true? Son, you invaded Kari’s privacy when she was naked and showed the pictures to your buddies? It’s like tenth grade all over again.”
Everyone nearby groaned at that, along with Andreas, and Kari started to grin. “So wait, this pervert thing has a long history?”
“Oh, let me tell you. Come on, let’s get the girls and go grab a bottle or two of wine and meet over in my cabin. I’ll tell you all about it,” Jade said, laughing.
Kari started to follow her out, but turned back to Andreas. “I’m waiting. Go get those pictures and give them to me so I can destroy them.”
He stood up and approached her, eyes down. He tried to hug her but she stepped away from him. He whispered to her, “I just used them because I couldn’t have you.”
She leaned in and whispered back, “And you won’t be having any more of me if you don’t give me those pictures.”
Andreas sighed. “Phillip, please bring me the folder so we can put my beautiful queen’s mind at ease.”
She spun to face Phillip. “You too?”
“I’m sorry,” he said and sprinted into Andreas’s office. Moments later, he came back out and handed Kari a folder.
Her face colored when she opened it and saw the pictures. There were a few of her walking around in underwear and no bra as she was getting dressed in the morning, and one of her in a towel. “You perverts! What, were you in a tree across from my apartment complex or something? Did you all have a good time? Did I pass muster?” She wasn’t really mad anymore but she planned to make Andreas pay just the same.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Kari. We’d all be very lucky indeed were we to find Mates as luscious as you.” Sean tried not to smile.
“Hmmph. That Eddie Haskell routine won’t work on me, Sean.” She tossed the pictures into the fire and handed the folder back to Andreas. “This is going to cost you, you know. I love clothes but I didn’t really make enough to buy what I liked until just recently. Now that I have to leave my job, I think a new wardrobe might make me more inclined to forgive you and let you back into my bed.” Grinning wickedly, she spun, walking out of the room, making sure to put extra sway in her hips. She wanted Andreas to get a view of her ass and her loose breasts jiggling. She got to the door and looked back over her shoulder. Yeah, he’d seen.
Andreas threw back his head and laughed. “I’ll toss a nice two-or three-carat wedding ring in there too, little wolf.”
“Okay,” she said, flouncing off, Phillip in her wake.
Andreas turned around and growled at the laughing men he faced.
* * *
It was after 3 a.m. when Andreas and Kari were finally able to climb the stairs to their room. Even at that late hour, there were still people talking and snuggling all over the place, drinking and playing cards. Sean and Ryan smoked nasty-smelling cigars out on the deck.
“I’m going to have to go to Seattle and clean out my apartment and give notice at my job. We need to work out how this company you’ve acquired for me will be run and where. I also have to deal with Jack. I certainly can’t tell him I’m a werewolf.” She snorted. “But I do need to tell him I’ve moved and quit my job. I have no idea what to tell him about you. He’s going to think I’m crazy for moving in with some guy I met a few days ago.”
“I’m not some guy, I’m your Mate.”
“According to Pack law, yes. But according to human law—the law I’ve lived under my whole life, the law that Jack lives under—you’re some guy I’ve shacked up with.”
“It’s more than that. You insult the bonding,” he said, angry.
She sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It came out wrong. I respect that and I do consider you to be my husband according to Pack law. But part of my life is in the human world, with Jack. I don’t know, I guess I’d feel better if there could be some kind of human marriage ceremony too.”
He sat on the bed. “Okay, I understand. I’d hoped that you would consider Pack law to be enough. You’re the Alpha. You’re their queen. But I want to make you happy. We can have a human ceremony if you wish.”
Oh god, she’d hurt his feelings. His pride. She sank to her knees and crawled toward him, touching her face to his feet, rubbing her cheek along the lines of his calves, being a submissive wolf. Letting him know how much she accepted him and the laws he upheld as Alpha. They could deal with the realities of legal situations in the human world tomorrow. For now she just wanted to love him, to show him she respected his world.
Reaching down, he stroked her hair, growling softly. She felt the vibrations through his bones, through his skin. His utter maleness, the musk of man and wolf, swirled around her.
She looked up at him. “My life for yours,” she said softly and saw the shimmer of emotion in his eyes, joy had replaced the pain.
He pulled her up to him, rubbing his cheek along her face, over her neck. His hands stroked over her skin softly. He murmured, “I love you, little wolf. Thank you for your apology and your fealty.”
Stretching up, she wrapped her arms around him tightly until a hand in her hair pulled her back enough so he could bring his lips to hers. There was nothing gentle or hesitant in his kiss. But his arms, so strong and large, cradled her as if she were the most precious thing he’d ever seen.
He moaned as she pulled his bottom lip into her mouth and laved it with her tongue. His tongue, hot and wet, swept in between her lips, tickling the roof of her mouth, caressing the flesh between her cheek and gums. Pulling her tongue into his mouth with gentle suction, he stroked over it with his own. He mimicked the in-and-out motions of sex and she whimpered with need, rocking her hips against him. Her hands, which had been on his chest, began to push his robe back until she was able to stroke the hard, bare skin beneath it.
He broke the kiss and stood, tugging the robe up and over his head quickly. Tossing it aside, he pulled her up to stand while he took hers off. Leaning in, she flicked the tip of her tongue across first one nipple then the other. He shuddered and gooseflesh broke out.
“You make me want to dominate you. Tell you what to do. Make you do it.” His voice was low and taut with need.
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br /> “Sounds gooood...oh yes...to me,” she gasped as he lowered his mouth to her breast and softly bit the nipple. Andreas understood the fine line between pleasure and pain. He bit just to the point of pain and shivers ran down her body, straight to her pussy.
Kari’s hands went to his cock but Andreas shook his head and dragged her over to the small love seat in the alcove near the windows. Sitting her down, he moved her hands back above her head, moving her fingers to grasp the back of the couch. “Leave them there, Kari. I love the way you look when you’re posed like this. Your tits offered up. Your back arched.
“I want you to stay still. Can you do that? If you can be good and listen to me, I’ll reward you.” His voice was serious and laced with authority that did wicked things to her body. She nodded mutely.
“Good,” he said, drawing her thighs apart, leaning in to rub his cheek over her mound. “Your panties are wet, Kari. Why is that, do you think? Hmm? Is it that you want me?”
She was dying to arch into his face to show him just how much. “Yes,” she gasped as he stroked a finger over her desire-slicked labia.
He stood and she whimpered. Staring up at his naked body, so fucking beautiful there in the low light, Kari licked her lips, aching to have him in her—mouth or pussy, she wasn’t choosy.
“Suck me off, Kari. Lean forward, but leave your hands where they are.” He knelt on the couch, thighs astride hers, and placed his hands on her head. As she leaned forward he cradled her head, helping her to keep her position. He groaned as she took him into her mouth. “Make me nice and wet.” Honey flowed, coating her pussy, hot and sticky. While he’d been dominant a bit before, this was a new level. It appealed to a dark part of her soul. Thrilled and excited her, and she wanted more.
She obliged, coating him while sucking him lightly. Her saliva made him nice and slick and he slid between her lips easily. His hands fisted in her hair. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Harder now.”
His pace sped up. Kari wasn’t so much moving her mouth on him as he was moving himself in her mouth, controlling the pace with his hips. Fucking her mouth, she realized, and the sheer carnality of it thrilled through her system.
She swirled her tongue over the head each time he dragged out of her mouth and flicked her tongue on his sweet spot underneath the head each time he pushed in. “Your mouth is so hot, so slick. I’m going to come. Yeah, oh god, yessss.” He hissed as his cock began to pulse as he came, filling her with his seed, nearly overwhelming her.
He continued to stroke into her mouth until he’d gone soft. Caressing her face, he kissed her forehead. “That was very good. Did you like that?” he asked huskily, moving off her and coming to kneel between her thighs.
She looked up at him, using all of her self-control not to whimper and beg him to fuck her. Is that a rhetorical question? “Yes.”
Slowly running his cheek up the insides of her legs to her thighs, he stopped and parted her, looking intently. “I can’t get enough of how fucking pretty your pussy is. Like a flower. I love your pussy. I love the way it feels around my cock. I love the way it tastes. I love to watch it clutching me when I’m inside you.”
“Ooh.” Kari’s response was involuntary. His words were driving her over the edge.
He leaned back and looked up at her. “What is it?”
“Please, taste me.”
“Here?” He licked the inside of her thigh.
She shook her head.
“Here?” He laved her navel.
Kari whimpered then in frustration and anticipation but all she got in return was one of his wicked smiles.
“Where?”
“Lick me, oh god, please. My clit!”
He hummed as he lowered his lips to her pussy and she nearly broke into tears of relief. He licked in one long line from her core to her swollen, needy clit. “It’s hard for me.” He drew it into his mouth, grating his teeth over it lightly, making her gasp and thrust her pussy into his face.
He leaned back. “So wanton. All for me.”
“Yes!” she snapped, frustrated that he’d stopped. She arched up and he moved his head back.
“Ah, ah, ah! Should I make you come?”
“Yes. Oh god, yes, please, please, please.”
He gave her that damned patented sex god smile and lowered his face to her. She was so close already that once he eased two fingers inside and flicked the tip of his tongue over her, once, twice, three times, she went off like a bomb.
Fingers clawing at the back of the couch, she screamed and clamped Andreas’s face into her pussy with her thighs. Her back bowed at the intensity of her orgasm but he didn’t stop. He gripped her hips and kept her pussy in his face. Kept at the hard pace, flicking his tongue over her clit with a featherlight touch. It was too intense. She’d moved her hands and had him by the hair, trying to pull him away when another climax hit. Sweat poured off her body, and she shook violently, screaming and moaning, trying to pull back to escape the intensity of his mouth.
“Please, god, stop. It’s too much,” she gasped out. With a chuckle he stopped, pressed a kiss to her belly and stood, looking down at her with greedy, glittering eyes.
Quickly, he flipped her over and faced her toward the back of the couch, arranging her so her ass was up in the air. Rapidly, his palm met that tender flesh and the shock of it morphed into a slow-building fire on her ass and thighs as he gave her several more slaps.
“You moved.” The velvet dangerousness of his tone strummed along her spine. She trembled with anticipation over what he’d do next.
Luckily, she didn’t have long to wait before he nudged her thighs wider and knelt between them. The wide head of his cock pressed against her. Taking a deep breath, she began to roll back into him. He put his hands on her hips, stilling her. “No moving. I’ll tell you if I want you to move,” he ordered and she stilled. “Good.” He petted the skin on her back softly. “I’m going to fuck you now. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her body thrilling at the whip crack of his words.
He nudged his cock back, just barely against the cheeks of her ass. Kari stilled mentally. She’d never had anal sex before. She wasn’t sure she wanted to, either. Once, in college, a boyfriend had put a finger inside of her while he was going down on her. The idea was interesting, but there was a lot of cultural baggage that came along with one’s ass and Kari didn’t know if she wanted to jettison it or not.
“Kari.” Andreas spoke and she heard the tremor in his voice. “Have you ever had a cock in that tight little ass?”
She gulped. “No.”
He moved his cock down, back to her pussy. “We’ll have to change that. Not right now, though. It’s something we’ll have to work up to.” Without missing a beat, he plunged inside her so hard and deep he nudged against her cervix. She shuddered.
He rammed into her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her mons on each thrust. Kari gripped him with her vaginal muscles and felt him tremble. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Squeeze me.”
He moved a hand that had been pinching a nipple down to her clit but she choked out, “No. Too much. Just fuck me.”
“Come for me now. I want to feel your pussy grasp and pulse around my cock,” he gritted out.
She didn’t know if her body could take it but she wanted to try. Wanted to please him even as she pleased herself. “Can I move?”
“Yes. Do it.”
She dropped a hand to her pussy and softly stroked herself, circling around her clit instead of touching it directly, stretching the hood, stroking skin on skin.
“Pet yourself. That’s the way.” Reaching around her body, his fingers met hers. She thought he was going to help but after he drew his fingers through her very wet folds a few times, he moved his hand away. Suddenly he was back, slowly stroking down the crack of her ass and then over the bud of her anus. She gasped, freezing up.
“Trust me,” he murmured, lips against her spine for a brief moment before he moved hi
s body back, continuing his relentless pistoning in and out of her pussy. She realized then he had more access to her ass.
Kari willed herself to relax, to concentrate on her hand as it circled her clit, dragging herself higher and higher. Andreas’s middle finger stroked her, wet with her juices, and slowly he worked it in.
“Easy, little wolf. Relax.”
At that point, hearing the desire-taut character of his voice, Kari realized that he was more turned on than she was at the intrusion. Continuing to slide his finger in, past the first knuckle, he pressed into her inexorably until he’d penetrated her to the webbing of his hand. He slowly started to stroke in and out of her and she realized that he was also touching himself through the thin wall that separated pussy from anus.
Oh god, knowing that, coupled with all the sensations that bombarded her—new and unused nerve endings being stroked by his fingers, her hand on her clit, his cock moving deep into her cunt—brought her orgasm rocketing through her with electric intensity.
Her pussy gripped the girth of his cock, showering him with cream. He moaned and with a last deep thrust he came. Kari felt his cock pulse over and over until he exhaled with a long, shuddering breath and pulled out.
Picking her sweaty, boneless body up quickly and easily, he walked them over to the bed, put her under the sheets and joined her, as always bringing her into the shelter of his body.
“That was the single most incredible sexual interlude I’ve ever had,” he said into her ear.
“Yeah,” she managed to stutter before falling into a deep, sated sleep, her head against his rising and falling chest.
Chapter Seven
Kari woke to an empty bed and enjoyed the moment of solitude. Wincing, she stretched her sore muscles before rolling herself in the sheet on Andreas’s side of the bed, wrapping herself in his scent. The night before had been pretty spectacular as nights went. As sex went it was spec-fucking-tacular.
With a smile, she poured herself a glass of water from the bedside pitcher and drank it down in two gulps. Teach her to drink so much in one night. She was lucky she didn’t have a headache. She did have a nasty taste in her mouth, though.