Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Ilooked down at the man who appeared prepared to spend the rest of the night between my thighs.
Lying on top of the white comforter, I thought of all the debauchery we were going to do and hoped Mrs. McCartney forgave me.
His large fingers felt great inside me, stretching deliciously, but I wanted his big cock.
I wondered if I should tell him I’d never been with a man before.
“What about protection?” Rowan asked, swiping his tongue across me again.
Fuck, how can the man think of practical things?
“There are things you’ll learn. One, we aren’t susceptible to human diseases.
Two, we are only fertile twice a year. You and every other wolf will know when a female is in heat.
It’s very similar to other canines, only we don’t need a dozen wolves to service us.
We’re just able to get pregnant then. Now, can we proceed? ”
Heat lit his gorgeous eyes. “We will revisit this conversation later.”
I liked his possessive attitude. The way his words rumbled against me was another sensation in itself. “Okay, so will you fuck me now?”
“You are so going to get your ass spanked.” He growled.
“Promises, promises.” I squeezed my inner muscles around his fingers, hoping it would get him to move up my body. His eyes flashed from black to blue, and I feared I’d pushed him too far.
“Up,” he ordered, removing his fingers and body from mine.
I felt myself being lifted and the coverlet being tossed to the foot of the bed. “Lie in the middle, and don’t touch yourself.”
Wow. Rowan was a totally demanding lover. I had never had a man, or wolf, tell me what to do like he was, but found I loved it. I’d never had a lover, so maybe they all did this. Somehow, I doubted they all were like Rowan.
Watching him strip off his shirt, I was amazed at the flex and play of muscles.
He tossed the flannel to the side then lifted his arms and pulled the undershirt over his head from behind.
I loved how guys did that, the way they crossed their arms and effortlessly did the task was sexy as all get out.
His jeans came next, and with a tug, he pulled the sides apart.
Gasping as his cock sprang free, I licked my lips, imagining wrapping them around the mushroom-shaped head.
“Don’t do that or I’ll come all over your tits, and then you’ll have to go get clean, and I’ll have to start all over.”
“That doesn’t sound like a threat to me.”
He groaned. “You’re going to fucking kill me. Maybe your brother should’ve locked you away.”
I grabbed my breasts and tweaked my nipples. “What fun would that have been?”
Rowan’s grip on his dick looked painful, but he placed one knee on the bed and then the other. “Darlin’, I’m beginning to think I didn’t know the meaning of fun before you.” His words sent warmth through me.
He settled on top of me, and I shifted my legs farther apart, raising them to rest against the back of his thighs. Rowan held himself up on his elbows, looking down on me with a strange expression.
“What are you looking for?” I asked.
With a shake of his head, he brought his mouth down to mine.
I had been kissed before. Many times, but none had ever felt like a claiming the way Rowan’s kiss did.
He turned his head and changed the angle of the kiss, sucking my lower lip into his mouth, and then did the same to the top.
Good, lawd, the man was making love to my mouth.
He shifted, and I felt his cockhead brush against my pussy.
I thought he was going to push into me, had hoped he would, but the diabolical man had other plans of torture.
He continued to kiss me as if he had all the time in the world, rubbing my pussy with his dick, waking up my nerve endings all over again.
I shifted, trying to force him to enter me.
Rowan chuckled against my mouth. “So impatient, luv.”
I didn’t take his word to heart. It was too soon, but I was sure I was on the cusp of falling hard for this man.
My wolf and my own silly self wanted to claim him for our own, but I had made a promise.
I would give him a chance to decide what he wanted.
Even if that was another woman, I wouldn’t kill the faceless bitch.
I’d try really hard not to hurt her too badly.
“Hey, where did you go?” Rowan asked.
I smiled and tried to shake off the fear he’d choose another. “Nowhere. I was just worrying about everything.”
“I must not be doing this right, then.” He sighed.
I wanted to tell him it was me, not him, but then he began nibbling on my neck. I loved having my neck bitten just right. Nobody had ever done it the way he was, with just enough pressure. I actually felt my body responding with little tremors.
“Oh, fuck me.”
Rowan chuckled like he knew, which he probably did with his heightened sense of smell.
He didn’t break the skin, but I felt his teeth and was aware I’d have a visible mark and loved it.
When he moved down to my upper breast and bit down again, I shivered.
If he continued, I’d explode into a million little pieces.
His stubbly chin scraped across my nipple, eliciting a moan, and another streak of heat went straight to my core.
I was on the verge of begging him to bite me, mark me, and fuck me as he sucked the tip of my left breast into his mouth.
I howled, sure everyone in the compound had heard me.
My back bowed off the bed; my nails raked down his back.
He did the same to the right one, scraping across my nipple.
I couldn’t handle any more. I rolled us, using my strength and his distraction to my advantage.
“Can’t take any more. Need you inside me, now.”
“Take what you need, darlin’. I’m all yours,” Rowan said, holding me by the hips as I gripped his dick.
I guided the tip to me, taking him inside. God, he was so big. I pressed down, taking a little more, then lifted back up. My hands on his chest, I rocked back and forth with his hands on my hips, helping to guide me.
“Too slow, Rowan. Help me. I want all of you.” I was panting.
Sweat beaded on his brow. “Is this your first time, Lyric?”
My teeth tugged on my lower lip. “Technically, yes. I mean, I have BOB, but he doesn’t really count.”
Rowan nodded and flipped us, his cock sliding out of me.
“It’s okay. Trust me.” With me on my back and him looming over me, I saw how tightly he was holding himself in check.
He braced one arm next to my head, the other he used to guide himself into me.
Slowly, he worked his way inside, his thumb flicking my clit with each pass, taking me close to the edge again.
The man was a fucking god in bed. I flinched at the sting of pain, which was quickly erased as Rowan worked his magic.
Once he’d worked his entire length in, I stared into his dark eyes. “You feel so good inside me.” My battery-operated boyfriend was getting the boot when I got home.
The pain was subsiding as my body adjusted to his size, making the need for more apparent.
His cock twitched. “My dick agrees. I don’t want to move.
” He rested his forehead against mine. “I’d ask how you stayed a virgin so long, but I’m chauvinistic enough to be one happy motherfucker right now. Plus, I’ve met your brother.”
Panting, I nipped his chin. “Let’s not speak of the devil.” I swiveled my hips. “Hmm, I kinda like having you right here, but I really need you to move.”
Rowan laughed. “Your wish is my command.”
I thought I was ready for him to move, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the sensations he awoke as his dick moved in and out of me. His arms came down and wrapped around my shoulders, bringing us chest to chest. My nipples lit up at the contact, making my pussy squeeze in counterpoint.
“Fuck don’t do that. I won’t last,” Rowan growled.
Pulling his hips back, he set up a fast and furious pace, and I met it with my own.
I couldn’t hold back the orgasm that washed over me, any more than I could hold back my teeth from coming out.
Rowan’s eyes widened, and his own teeth appeared.
I tried to tell him it was normal, that I had been told it happened during sex, but he growled a deep, animalistic sound.
“Mine,” he said and then bit into my shoulder.
Another orgasm, harder and even more intense, rolled through me. “Yes.” I agreed. My own wolf yipped and struck into his exposed shoulder. Rowan howled, his hips slamming into me, and he shouted as he came. We each licked the other’s wounds, our bodies shuddering in unison.
I wasn’t sure what to say to him. How to explain we’d just marked each other and were forever mated. He didn’t understand the way of our kind. There were no divorces like humans. I’d just royally fucked up, and he was already growing hard again. My body responded, wanting him again.
He rolled. “Ride me, this time. I want to see these bounce.” He tweaked my nipples.
I knew it was the coward’s way out, but we couldn’t undo it, and he had bitten me first. Tomorrow, I’d tell him what it meant and hope he forgave me.
Everything always looked better with the sun shining.
“With pleasure.” I smiled wickedly, moving back and forth in a slow glide.
Every movement made me more aware of how completely he filled me.
By the time we fell asleep in an exhausted heap, I had it worked out in my mind what I would say to my mate when we woke up. I wouldn’t beat around the bush, I promised.
I woke with a start, knowing instinctively something was wrong.
I looked around the dark room for Rowan.
The silence that greeted me had unease skating down my spine.
I didn’t call out for him like a damsel in distress, knowing he was not in the suite.
Opening my senses, I half shifted to allow my wolf out in order to sort through the layers of smells and noises.
The older couple was sleeping soundly, if the noises coming from the large apartment were any indication.
I dressed in my discarded clothes from the night before, when there was no sign of my mate. He’d fucked me into the wee hours of the morning. Yet he had the audacity to leave without a word? My wolf wanted to rip his nuts off, but my human heart felt like it had been ripped out.
The door he’d wedged a barstool under and locked the night before now was only locked, but he hadn’t secured it with such precision as if it mattered.
Another pang hit my heart that he didn’t take measures to secure me as a mate would.
I tried to tell myself he didn’t know all the rules of shifters, but the excuse was lame even to my own mind.
Rowan’s faint scent didn’t head back the way we’d come.
His trail led toward the outer doors, which were so heavily coded that I was sure he’d be there, since he didn’t have the access to get out.
The lights flickered in the dimly lit hallway.
An eerie sense that something wasn’t right warned me to sound the alarm, and then the smell of Rowan’s blood hit me. My mate was in trouble.
I tried to reach him through our bond, coming up blank like I’d hit a wall. The thought that he was too injured to answer had me stumbling against the wall, then common sense made me reassess the situation. Rowan was still newly made and hadn’t fully bonded with his wolf.
Taking a deep breath, I centered myself.
Kellen had strict rules when it came to pack.
My mate, new or not, was one of ours. I took a moment to call out to Kellen, our link, as strong as if he were right in front of me.
After ensuring the pack was made aware there was trouble at the MC, I looked out through the camera screen mounted on the wall, searching the empty parking lot for any sign of a disturbance.
Seeing nothing, nor any indication of where Rowan had gone, I threw the door open, coming to a stop at the small drops of blood.
My mate had been injured outside the sanctuary.
I kept my back to the door and squatted, seeing the clear imprints of several boot prints.
The fact that they were boots, and not paws, led me to believe they were men, not wolves.
My alpha’s presence floated over me long before he actually stepped out the door. “What the hell is going on, Lyric? Where’s your mate?” Kellen’s blue eyes flashed as he scanned the darkness.
I’d never truly been scared of my brother’s best friend and the alpha of the Iron Wolves.
Although he was thirty-five, making him eleven years older than me, he was like another big brother.
But Kellen was the alpha everyone feared.
His six-foot-two frame had already begun a partial shift, making him even larger.
Black claws that could rip a person’s head from their body extended from the tips of his long fingers.
His deep voice sent a chill that had nothing to do with the night air down to my toes.
Voice quavering, I answered. “I woke to find Rowan gone. When I followed his scent, it led me here.” I pointed to the blood and scuff marks.
“It doesn’t look like he shifted, but I can smell wolf other than your mate. I want you to go back inside and set the alarms. Do you understand me? That means everyone inside is to go on lockdown.” He touched my arm, the contact gentle, yet commanding.
I wanted to protest that it was my duty to follow Rowan, that I’d brought him into the pack and mess, but Kellen’s grip tightened slightly as if anticipating my refusal. I nodded slightly, praying Rowan was safe. If anything happened to him, I would never forgive myself.