CHAPTER FOURTEEN
– AZALEA –
“Good,” Karev rumbles and asks Triton, “Any chance you can sweep the parking lot for any trace of a witch’s magic?”
Triton’s nostrils flare. “Say what now? Do you think that mutt is working with a witch? Wait, that actually makes sense.”
He doesn’t say anything else but simply turns and walks out of the clubhouse. Sevrin is standing next to Cassia and they whisper some words back and forth for a few heartbeats. Cassia holds up the baby monitor, gets a kiss from her mate and walks away into the hallway.
“Why didn’t Drexel scorch my father to dust, but instead decided to rip his head off?
What was his goal? Taking his place? It doesn’t work that way.
Hell, if he’d married Alora he would have been the runner-up to take my father’s place...
but taking it by force by killing him?” I muse, trying to understand.
Karev shrugs. “Those type of fuckers won’t settle until they have it all. So, I’m guessing he wanted proof of your father’s death to show others instead of only a pile of ash.”
“Or he wanted to take his power,” Triton grits as he stalks back into the clubhouse. “I don’t know why I didn’t pick up the stench of a witch when that fucker attacked. He’s definitely working with one.”
I can hear a low angry rumble coming from Karev’s chest. “We need to figure out who. It might lead us to where the fucker is staying so we can take him out.”
“Give me some time to figure out a tracking spell. The trail might be distorted due to the hellhound scent thrown into the mix, but I’m going to give it a try anyway.”
Triton is about to step away when Karev asks, “Distorted in a way you can’t split up the trace between the Drexel and the witch? Because finding either one is fine by me.”
Triton shakes his head. “I don’t fucking know, man. It’s why I said I’d try. Their scent is entwined.”
Karev nods as Triton stalks off.
I throw a glance over my shoulder at some of his club brothers who are standing near the bar. Karev is staring at his boots while rubbing his neck, clearly locked in his thoughts. I have no clue what to do, other than realize I’m not going home any time soon.
It’s not like I have a reason to return since it never felt like a home, but neither does this place. A sigh rips from me. It’s definitely not the time or place to feel sorry for myself. Not while my mate and his brotherhood just lost someone, and another man’s life might still hang in the balance.
“Anything I can do?” I blurt.
The wince that follows is a reflex; I can’t help it. I expect him to shove the blame at me, because it’s something my family would do. Which is why I’ve spent most of my time by myself.
“Not much we can do,” Karev grunts, and I can feel his body vibrating with pent-up anger.
A tiny scream gets stuck in my throat when he throws his arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his body. He shoves his head into the crook of my neck and inhales, as if he’s soothing his trembling anger with my scent.
Feeling him this close is like a warm blanket cocooning me with comfort and affection I’ve never experienced.
I swallow hard and let my arms circle my mate’s strong body.
A new normal. From this day forward everything I experienced in my life is in the past, and a chance is handed to me to start fresh and accept the change of the opposite I’ve been enduring.
Inhaling deep, I let his soothing scent ground me. Even if the future is uncertain, it’s still a comforting knowledge to be aware of the fact that I’m not alone. A glimpse of what I feel might be described by others as happiness. Though, I’m not sure because I’ve never experienced such a thing.
“Come on,” Karev rumbles. “Nothing much we can do but wait until we know more.”
He guides me back to his room, but instead of going in there he leads me to another door across from it.
Feeling the need to lighten the mood I ask, “Wouldn’t it be safer to stay in the one we burned already instead of ruining another?”
Karev snorts. “I’m pretty sure we can contain ourselves from this moment forward.”
Contain ourselves? A coldness like I’ve never experienced before seeps into my bones. Is he referring to how our lives will continue? With the bond in place, we don’t need to have sex anymore.
I swallow hard and croak, “As in not having the need for sex anymore since we’re mated and there’s no use for it?”
“What the fuck are you sayin’?” Karev snarls and turns to look at me.
He shakes his head and then I’m back in his arms again when he mutters, “My cock is hard at a single thought of you, Lea. Your family fucked you up by not appreciating you, but I damn well see you. All of you. Your mine in every damn way, and we will be having sex. Lots of it, and not because I want my seed to take root inside your womb to create strong offspring. I want to watch my spunk seep from that sweet cunt of yours to know I’ve branded you as mine from the inside out.
Same goes for that tight asshole, and your mouth.
Gonna damn well come all over your tits, your hair, your back, every damn inch of skin for that matter. ”
He steps back and places a hand on my shoulder to push me down. “Going to start right now. On your knees, mouth open and eyes on me.”
My heart speeds up, my breath comes out in rushed pants, and I’m sinking down to my knees as I watch the heated desire flame in his eyes. The things he just mentioned set my body on fire. He desires me and not just for the sake of our bond.
“Off with the dress. I want to see those lush tits,” he rumbles and my fingers make fast work of the clasps on my shoulders.
The fabric pools around me on the floor. My lips part when he unbuckles his belt and reaches into his pants after he’s pulled down the zipper of his jeans. His impressive length is thick and hard in his hand as he roughly strokes himself.
I lick my bottom lip at the sight of a drop of precum glistening on the fat head of his dick.
He steps closer and pulls his cock up as he grabs the back of my head and presses his warm balls against my face.
His musky scent enters my nose and I moan while I nuzzle him, allowing a groan to rip from him.
“Fuck, woman. I want to shove my cock inside your warm mouth, but the mere sight of you on your knees before me has me ready to explode. Now, suck my balls while I try not to come all over the top of your head.”
I follow his order and can feel a rush of wetness between my legs. My body responds to this man’s words and when I glance up as I flatten my tongue against him? I can literally feel my heart clench at the intense look of adoration he gives me.
Fated mates is a linked and underlying chemistry that paves the road to a future with set possibilities. Children with powerful bloodlines, compatibility, and everything for a foundation of a solid bond to last an eternity.
Then again, the words he just gave me? Karev made it clear he craves me and not for the need to create offspring.
He desires my body; he desires me. His hand tightens at the back of my neck and he steps back.
Without any warning he places the fat head of his cock against my lips and shoves himself inside.
I moan around him and relax my jaw. The taste of him is unique on my tongue as I suck and slobber.
There’s no other word for it due to my lacking skills.
I place my hands on his muscled thighs for balance and simply let him take control of my body.
The moan vibrating through his chest is deep and low, causing me to clench my legs together.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunts, cupping my face with both hands as he thrusts in and out of my mouth.
The thought of others having experienced this intimacy with him has a spike of jealousy hitting me unexpectantly hard. Karev stops thrusting, as if he’s tuned into my inner thoughts. Maybe not exactly, but our bond does make each other aware of our emotions.
I try to push the thought of him getting sucked off by others...
by Blondie for instance. Jealousy spikes higher and I close my eyes to focus on what I’m doing.
There are no others. Karev is mine. I try to move my head and suck, but one moment he’s in my mouth and the next he isn’t and I’m suddenly staring into my mate’s eyes.
The jealousy I felt flips to anger while he’s on his knees in front of me with a look of concern on his face.
“What?” I snarl. “My inexperience doesn’t feel good anymore?”
Somewhere deep down I know I’m overreacting, but I still can’t freaking help it. Other women have touched what’s mine, and the jealousy I feel is burning hot.