Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Iwent over the events again, starting with when I’d spotted Lyric and the men at the bar, through the fight, and what the van looked like. At the last moment, I remembered the downed man hadn’t been killed, only two of the four.
“Were there any signs of the altercation at the bar when you left?” Xan asked.
“Only the faint scent of blood. Whoever these guys are, they called for a cleanup crew. Meaning they had this planned.”
Kellen looked over at Lyric. “They didn’t plan to take me, though. They called me a chew toy and specifically said they wanted to get word to you, Xan. Like this is a personal vendetta.”
“Fuck!” Xan slammed his fist on the counter.
“What aren’t you telling me, Xan?” Kellen asked.
Xan downed his glass of amber liquid. “Taya and I’ve been seeing each other. Not exclusively, but I did stay at her place the night before last. We haven’t fucked if that’s what you’re scowling at me for, Lyric.”
“Who the hell did you piss off? It seems this is aimed at you. First, they take Taya, then attack Lyric, and now they’re leaving a note for Breezy. How the hell do they know who you’re connected to?” Kellen growled like he was ready to spit nails.
“I’ve no damn clue. Taya and I are casual. Lyric is my sister, and I’d kill for her. Breezy is…well, she’s just a chick in the club. I’d protect her like I’d protect any pack member.”
I wanted to snort. “Are there any other casual relationships that these fucks might target?”
Kellen got up and started pacing. The glass cracked in Xan’s hand.
“Don’t act like you don’t have a different woman every night, Kellen.
I’m single, healthy, and can’t help it if there is a line of ladies willing to, as you so eloquently put it, bounce on my cock.
You’re exactly the same, so don’t even think to condemn me, brother.
Just tell me what I need to do. You want a list of every woman I’ve fucked or had suck me off? Give me a pen and paper.”
Lyric got up off the couch. “I think this is our cue to go.”
“I want you both to stay here at the clubhouse in one of the suites. Don’t worry, there are some that are freshly cleaned.” Kellen smirked.
I got up to stand next to Lyric. “How safe are we here?”
“Safer than you are away from here,” Kellen answered.
A deep growl echoed around the room. “They’re not staying in the same suite.” Xan moved around the bar.
Kellen got in front of him. “You and I have some work to do and a lady to find before someone else gets hurt. Taya may not be your mate, but she’s someone’s. Let your sister help Rowan get settled while you use your nose and head.”
Xan inhaled, making me think he was ready to explode, but only his eyes flared and then rested on Lyric, who flushed a rosy red.
“Motherfuckingsonofabitch,” Xan said.
“Exactly.” Kellen slapped Xan on the back.
“Well, all right then. We will go find that clean suite. Err, thanks for the hospitality,” I said. There were some undercurrents going on, but for the life of me, I had no clue how to decipher them.
Lyric grabbed my hand and led me from the room, but not before her friend Syn kissed her cheek and hugged her. I didn’t understand these wolves and their touchy-feely selves. I was on board for touching and feeling Lyric. The idea sprang into my head as we left the office and wouldn’t leave.
We didn’t go back through the crowded bar.
Lyric kept hold of my hand, who didn’t have the duffel bag.
I felt a little panicked at not having a hand free in case we came up against any threat.
She clearly knew where she was going, taking a few turns through the darkened hallway, steadily going down until we hit a steel door with a keypad.
I watched her enter the code, memorizing the number.
I adjusted Lyric’s stance. “You need to make sure you put your body in front of you when you enter the code. That way, anyone around or behind you can’t see what the access number is. I now have the key to get in should I want to come back.”
“Jeezus, what are you, some sort of security expert?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Seriously?” she asked, pushing open the heavy door.
I approved of the security they had in place; they only needed to teach everyone how to enter the code without broadcasting it. To the right of the dimly lit hallway was a reception area manned by an elderly couple.
“Hiya, Mrs. McCartney. How are you feeling this evening?” Lyric smiled.
“Lyric, you know how it is. Today is good. You want a suite for your friend?” Mrs. McCartney asked.
I suppressed my chuckle. “Evening, ma’am. My name is Rowan. Kellen wants us to stay here for a day or two. I hope you don’t mind.” I tipped an imaginary hat at the elderly woman. I was sure she saw all kinds of comings and goings through these halls.
“Well, now, little Missy, why didn’t you say the alpha sent you both down here. I have the perfect suite for you. Not one of the ones the boys usually use, either.” Mrs. McCartney sniffed.
“Now, honey. You know those boys are just playing until they find someone like you. They gotta look under a lot of pots until they find their gold.” Mr. McCartney winked at me.
“Hmm. How many pots did you look under, dear?” Mrs. McCartney opened a safe and pulled out a key.
“Not many. You were waiting right there, my love. I’ve been living in bliss ever since.” The old man winked again.
I turned my head and coughed into my hand. “You okay there, young man?” The older man asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
“What? Oh, yeah. Just had a little something in my throat.”
The woman gave us a key and explained that there was water in the fridge. Lyric thanked her and pulled me along the tastefully done hallway. I couldn’t imagine Xan or Kellen bringing strange women past the elderly couple.
“You’re wondering how Xan and Kellen could bring some piece of ass past those two, right?”
“Yep,” I said as I followed her into our rooms.
I looked around the space we were to share for however long Kellen decided.
A large living space with a couch and two chairs opened to a kitchenette with a counter doubling as a table and two barstools in the main room.
There was a door off to the side, I assumed, that led to the bedroom, and when Lyric opened it to deposit my bag, I saw the huge king-sized bed.
“Are you hungry? There’s a full-service kitchen that will make us anything from burgers, to steak, to mac and cheese and such. Don’t expect gourmet shit, but they can whip up some really tasty barbecue.”
“What are the sleeping arrangements, Lyric?” Heat raced through me just thinking of sharing a bed with her.
“Um, since you’re bigger than me, you can have the bed, and I’ll take the couch.” She nodded.
“What if I wanted the couch?” Her puzzled frown made me want to laugh.
“Why would you want the—”
I closed the space between us, taking her lips in a kiss that I’d been dying for since the last time I’d tasted her. She tasted like the whiskey we’d drunk. I traced her lips with my tongue, dipping inside and rubbing alongside hers. I pulled back.
“I don’t want the fucking couch. I want you, Lyric. God, do I want you.” The admission was ripped from me.
She licked her lips. “I want you, too. So much it hurts. Are you sure? I mean, it could just be your wolf.”
“Back at my place, I felt him clawing at me, but he’s quiet now. It’s me who wants you. Is it you or your wolf who wants me?”
If she said her wolf, I wasn’t sure if I could pull back.
“Me. I mean, my wolf wanted you, too, but she’s not saying a word right now.” Her face flushed.
“Good. Hold that thought.”
I wasn’t sure how she’d react to what I did next. Years of training didn’t allow me to relax until I’d checked out the area. I did a perimeter check. Only one way in and one way out. I placed one of the barstools under the door handle as an added security measure.
Lyric stood rooted to the spot I’d left her in. “All secure, soldier?”
She stood at attention. I placed a hand on either side of her ribs and lifted. “Only as secure as you want it to be, darlin’.” When Lyric wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles at my back, I swore nothing was sexier.
“I like living dangerously.” She tugged my T-shirt off and tossed it aside.
Her beautiful, bra-less breasts were too much for me not to take into my mouth. Her intake of breath pushed her closer to my face, and I took that as a good sign. I released her nipple with a loud pop. With her wrapped around me, I took us into the bedroom.
The bed had been done in a red, white, and black color palette. The black wood furnishings looked heavy and expensive, with a white bedspread, several red throw pillows, and other splashes of red throughout.
“I hope you like the room?” Lyric asked.
I realized I stood holding her for far too long, making her apprehensive. “Darlin’, the room could be a dirt-floored shack, and I wouldn’t notice as long as you were there.”
She blushed. “Do you realize you make me wet with your words alone?”
“Let me get you out of these sweats and see for myself.” I lay her on the bed, but when she went to remove the pants, I stopped her. “Let me. It’s like Christmas. I get to open up my present.”
Lyric tossed her hand above her head. “If you take too long, I might just start without you.”
“You know what happens to bad girls?” I tugged off one of Lyric’s shoes and then the other, before tucking my hands into her elastic waistband and pulling, knowing she had nothing on under them.
She shook her head at my question. “They don’t get to come.
In fact, they get spanked. Have you ever been spanked, Lyric? ”
I could smell her arousal increase at my words. “No. I mean, my dad did once, but—”
Lyric let out a gasp as I blew on her exposed pussy.
I loved that she hadn’t waxed or shaved herself completely bare on top.
Spreading her lips apart, I found her clit was already exposed and red, and I knew she’d come apart with only a few swipes of my tongue.
Her inner thighs were soaked. I ran my fingers through her sweet cream, tracing the outer edges before testing her readiness.
She bucked against me. I tapped her mound, making her still.
Going back to tracing circles around her clit, I carefully avoided touching the bundle of nerves.
“Do you want to fuck my fingers, Lyric?” She squirmed at my words. I wondered if any of her previous lovers had ever talked dirty to her. Using my index finger, I scraped my nail across the top of her clit.
“Fuck me, Rowan. With anything. God, I just want to come.”
I settled down between her thighs, spreading them farther apart. I lapped at the juice running out of her pussy like a starving man. “Not yet, darlin’. I don’t think you’re ready yet.”
“The fuck.” Lyric reached between her legs.
I stopped her palm from coming between me and my treat. “What did I say?” I held her hand in one of mine while I gave her mound a firmer tap. “Now, keep your hands above your head, or I’ll tie them up.”
More of her sweet arousal permeated the air. She may have never played before, but she enjoyed what I was saying and doing to her. I rewarded her by licking a long swipe from her pussy to her clit.
“Yes, oh, Rowan. Right there.” She panted.
“If you do as I instructed and be a good girl, I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name.” Her entire body shuddered, but her hands stayed in place.
I nipped her inner thigh then licked at the mark, tasting her there.
I could become addicted to all the flavors of this woman.
I worked my way up her legs, licking and sucking every bit of flesh I came into contact with.
Her pussy lips were so smooth, I wondered if she’d waxed or had some sort of hair removal.
I wasn’t sure which, but I was grateful.
I made sure to pay proper homage to each one, taking it into my mouth and licking with care that had her thrashing on the bed.
By the time I inserted one finger into her pussy, the inner walls were already clenching. She was so tight around the one digit; I wasn’t sure how I’d get my dick into her. A few orgasms, I hoped, would make it easier, because only an act of God could keep me from fucking Lyric.
I pumped in and out and sucked her clit into my mouth at the same time.
“Fuck, yes, I’m coming,” Lyric screamed.
Easing a second digit in, I scissored them back and forth, stretching her little by little while she rode out her orgasm. I kept my fingers inside, but released the bundle of nerves, knowing it would be ultra-sensitive.
I looked up Lyric’s body and would have sworn my heart stopped beating in that moment. Her arms were thrown above her head, a beautiful smile graced her lips, and her eyes were closed. A woman who trusted her partner to catch her if and when she fell. I wanted to be that man for all time.
My wolf woke up and gave me a silent nudge. My gums ached as if I should allow my teeth to grow. An overwhelming urge to crawl up Lyric’s body and slide my cock deep inside her pussy and bury my teeth in her neck nearly had me pulling my fingers out and doing just that.
“Again, Lyric. I need to feel you come again.” She was so tight, I feared hurting her with my size.
“Inside me this time, Rowan.”
I pumped my fingers, adding a third. “I need to make sure you’re ready.”
She gripped my hair. “I passed ready a few minutes ago.”