Of Savage and Sin (Wolves of Ossary #2)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

–Naya–

I WASN’T SURE what I wanted more: to punch every female pack member Bain had ever been with square in the face or ride him in front of them so they knew they didn’t stand a chance.

Not anymore.

Not with what I would do to him because he would never come back from it. I would make it that good. I was that good. I knew how to pleasure a man until I owned him.

In the end, I didn’t lash out at Bain's far-too-numerous lovers because I could smell him on them or ride him in front of them until he cried, but I leveled the playing field in a way that probably wasn’t smart, but I was thinking with my emotions.

Thinking with my inner Renegade whether I realized it or not.

I didn’t sit with his beta or omega males because that would only implode his pack from the inside out. Instead, I sat with the females I knew he had enjoyed. This would still cause trouble, but only for Bain in ways he didn’t see coming.

How, you ask?

Easy. I got to know them like I would anyone I was trying to get information from. And I shared things with them because I wanted them to trust me. My life and thoughts, so they did the same. I talked about my lovers, and they talked about theirs.

All the while, I listened and learned, aware Bain’s heart swelled with pride because I was willing to sit among those my wolf might consider its biggest threat, yet he was also on edge because he wasn’t sure how it would go. He grew more tense when he realized how good I was at endearing myself to others, and they were sharing things he would rather they not.

Namely, that he had gone impotent.

It was just a softly spoken innuendo here or there, or a look between females, but a vein of concern was present. One not whispered with catty looks or soft chuckles but genuine worry. The longer I sat there in his magnificent great hall with its priceless wood carvings, the more I realized—despite the jealousy I worked to suppress because these women had slept with him before me—this could be bad for Bain.

Bad enough to affect his alpha status.

I had done my research, so I knew outside of being the strongest of the pack, an alpha should, above all, be the best breeder, producing strong pups that would lend strength and numbers to the pack.

So this was a very bad thing.

The only problem, or better still, the good thing in this case?

His cock did work.

Unfortunately, despite my frustration with him because he’d terrified me, turning from a boy to a wolf on the worst day of my life, then doing nothing the night Niall bit me, something inside me refused to let anyone think Bain wasn’t alpha worthy.

With that in mind, I bid the women I’d been chatting with goodnight and made my way to Bain. He sat at the head of a trestle table nestled between fire pits, with his legs casually apart, a mug in hand resting on one knee, and a disgruntled, moody expression on his face.

There were a lot of ways to handle this, but honestly, after hearing how satisfying he was in bed, I decided to meet my original plan halfway. More so, I did something I’d wanted to do for God knows how long. Since my teens? Early twenties?

In my dreams? Nightmares?

I gave him a sultry look, letting him know I was coming for him, tossed aside his mug, straddled him, dug my hands into his hair, and angled his head until he was where I wanted him. Then, ever-so-slowly, moving to the beat of a steady tribal drum playing somewhere in the shadows, I ground my center against him and flicked my tongue over the seam of his mouth. Meeting eyes that flared with his inner wolf, I ran my tongue just as slowly over my lips, making it clear I relished his taste because I did.

More than I thought possible.

Much, much, more.

He tasted so good there was no need to keep putting on a show because I wanted to taste more. Needed to and would have instigated it if he hadn’t wrapped his hand into my hair, seized my ass with as much intensity, and grabbed my lips hungrily with his.

Initially, I battled him because I wanted to keep control and show just how aroused I could make him, how hard he would get, but when he clenched his fist in my hair and squeezed my backside, locking me in place with the perfect amount of pleasurable pain, I eased into his control and lost myself to the feel of his lips caressing mine. Opened to him when his tongue pushed into my mouth and devoured me as swiftly as I devoured him, consuming his flavor because nothing had ever tasted so good.

He was all delicious male, as he fed on me in hot, wicked, tongue-tangling kisses that made me grind against him even as he steered me along his rock-hard shaft. I could never have anticipated how quickly he would set aside any concerns his pack might have about his potency because I could never have foreseen how he would handle me without me realizing I’d been handled.

I was vaguely aware the steady beat of the music seemed to fill my whole body now, but that was it. All I knew before I only knew him. Only felt him. Bain was inside me without being inside me. All around me. Filling me with his tongue and thoughts of what he wanted to do to me, overwhelming me with so much sensation my head spun.

This time, I wasn’t bizarrely lightheaded like I’d been with Niall’s first kiss but spiraling out of control. And Bain was right there at the heart of it, shooting me into outer space, kissing me hard, deep, and long, clenching my backside so tightly, I had no choice but to keep grinding against him. No choice but to keep feeling the growing pleasure between my thighs.

Even the fiery pits of hell could not have stopped me from chasing everything he offered when he broke the kiss and ground out two husky words next to my ear, ordering, not asking. “Let go.”

That was it. All he needed to say—demand—because I buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathed in his masculine scent, and locked up. Then, I climaxed so hard I had to muffle a cry of pleasure against him and pray as he wrapped me up in his strong arms that nobody saw how hard I shook.

Pray no one caught my scent.

“Pray all you like, little pup,”

he murmured in my ear mercilessly, rolling my hips slowly against his still wonderfully hard cock. “But there isn’t a wolf in this hall that doesn’t smell your sweet scent, knowing ‘tis all for your alpha.”

I wanted to fight him and try to regain control because I was more vulnerable than ever, but I couldn’t find the words. Could not make my vocal cords work.

All I could do was feel.

Him. This. Us.

The past, present, and future. All of my anger at him and all I craved about him wrapped up into a nice little useless puddle, still trembling against him, longing for the moment the thick length between his legs was buried deep inside me.

Longing even as I continued to climax.

“Take me to bed,”

I whispered, hating the desperation in my voice but unable to stop it. Unable to break free from his binds because that’s what they were, clasped around me from head to toe. I wanted him with the same fierceness I’d felt in the tunnel when he had locked me down, only more now because I knew just how good it would be.

And we hadn’t even slept together yet.

Not really. Not how we should. Not how I would make him.

Better still, how he would make me.

“Soon,”

he murmured in my ear, just like he had before, promising the world. The only difference?

Now, I knew he would deliver.

It seemed he was going to do just that, too, when he stood and hoisted me against his midsection, so my legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around broad shoulders I couldn’t get enough of. It was like wrapping my arms around a mountain meant to crush me in pleasure but kept me safe all at once.

I didn’t need to know what we looked like as he bid his pack goodbye and carried me off. He’d pleasured me so well, and his cock strained so heavily against his leather pants there could be no doubt he was still very much in charge.

He could pleasure a woman well and breed to his heart’s content.

For some reason, that last part, breeding, both aroused and terrified me. It aroused me because I let the idea of having children appeal to me again when I shouldn’t.

It terrified me because I could not.

He might have been momentarily impotent, but I was forever infertile.

Though I tried to bury the thought in the murky waters of my mind, I knew Bain caught it by how he slowed ever-so-slightly before continuing down the torch-lit halls of his castle. He never set me down or slowed again but kept going, carrying me through a door and down a flight of stairs into yet another underground earthen tunnel, where he walked even faster, clearly desperate to get where he was going, only to suddenly stop.

As if he couldn’t wait any longer, not one more step, I found my back against the wall, his hand wrapped in my hair again, and his lips crushed against mine in a near-violent kiss. A desperate tangling of tongues I met with just as much urgency.

We weren’t going to make it to wherever he had been taking me. Things were getting too hot and heavy. Too desperate. Yet I had never wanted anything more when he fumbled with the top of my pants, only for Kaia to appear in our minds again.

“We’ve got trouble,”

she warned. “Like I said before, Niall’s becoming more of a problem than anticipated. Sorry to ruin a good time, but you guys need to keep moving.”

Bain broke our kiss slowly and lowered me to the ground, frowning. “I cannot go much further than my wolf den.”

“Exactly,”

Kaia replied. “Get her there and sit tight. Let her soak up the place, but be ready to move. And I mean at a moment’s notice. I'll hook back up with you guys in a little bit.”

“What’s happening, Kaia?”

I met Bain’s frown. “I thought you and Tréan had this under control? If you don’t, you need to let me know because I won’t see Bain’s people hurt.”

I wasn’t sure when it happened, but I felt protective of them. The idea of Niall and his men anywhere near them made me uneasy.

“We will await word,”

Bain assured Kaia.

Though he had lowered me to the ground, he remained close with his hand resting on my hip as if he couldn’t stop touching me. Feeling the same way, my hands lingered on his warm chest, soaking up his strength and safety when I’d long trained myself not to look for those qualities in a man or, by any means, to depend on him for it.

“Come, mo chara is gaire.”

Bain slipped his hand into mine, cupped my cheek, and looked at me in a way I had never been looked at before. With a sort of tenderness that made my heart somersault. “Let’s get to my den, our den, and take a moment…to talk.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of the look in his eyes when he said that other than he was conflicted and worried. Maybe even a little sad?

“I’m all of those things,”

he said softly, with what I sensed was rarely displayed emotion in his voice. “But I am proud before all else….proud of you.”

Keeping my hand in his, he led me further into the torch-lit tunnel until we went through another door, which led us further down into yet another tunnel. This one had more tree roots framing its edges, giving it an even earthier, natural feel. It was safe to say this wasn’t usually my thing, but something about it with him here, us here together, really spoke to me. It was quiet, too quiet, but I wasn’t alone with my thoughts if I was with Bain.

“I am proud because of what you did for me back in our great hall,”

he went on, leading me deeper into the twisting tree roots. “Proud that you defended my status as alpha despite—”

his tone grew rough again— “being among so many of my own.”

“You mean being with all the women you’ve slept with,”

I clarified, not jealous anymore. Not really. Just possessive in a way I’d never been with a guy before, and that came through frustratingly clear when I couldn't stop from saying too much if I wanted to, but hell if I didn’t mean it. “Women you’ll never sleep with again.”

“No, never,”

he vowed so quickly it seemed to settle something inside me, maybe my inner wolf, because I again relaxed when I should not have. Heck, I shouldn’t have said it in the first place. He wasn’t mine. I wasn’t his. Not yet. Maybe never. And what did I know about fidelity? That’s what my inner beast wanted, wasn’t it? To make him mine, mark my territory, and never let another woman near him again?

And all while knowing I could not give him offspring.

I inwardly flinched at my thoughts because they were more wolven than human. Wolven, when I didn’t entirely understand what that meant or how I had shifted so effortlessly before. What I was becoming beyond what I already was…because I was becoming something more.

“And that more is mine,”

Bain said softly, possessively, in a way I didn’t let men talk about me, but when he said it as he opened the next door and gestured that I enter his den, I couldn’t fight it if I tried.

Not when I stepped inside and caught his scent in, yet again, a whole new way. Not when I knew I was in way deeper than I ever imagined.