A Slash of Savagery (Wiccan-Were-Bear) (6 page)

“Brone,” she whispered.

His big shoulders had pushed her legs apart and he lay between them, his dark gaze meeting hers.  She felt his breath on the apex of her thighs through her panties as he lowered his mouth and kissed her.  His lips teased her through the satin, moving ever so slowly.  Her body heated as he nuzzled her sex.

His fingers slid up the front of her thighs, and she felt only a slight tug followed by the sound of tearing fabric as her panties were torn and tossed aside.  He inhaled deeply and placed his lips against her sex in a soft kiss.  Hooking both hands over her hips, he anchored himself to her body and nuzzled her again, probing her slit with his tongue.  He wiggled his tongue between her lips and stroked upward, grazing her clit.  She let her fingers trail from his shoulder down the bulge of his bicep as he continued to lightly stroke and tease her with his tongue.

He slid a hand from her hip to the top of her pussy, his thick fingers spreading her lips open.  She groaned at being exposed to his gaze.  His tongue licked a slow circle around her clit as his fingers spread her further open, and then he sucked her clit into his mouth, drawing on it with firm pressure.  Her hips lifted and she ran her toes along his ribs, stroking the skin dotted with the scars of his past, as she writhed under him.  Releasing her clit, he licked the bud with firm, short strokes, until he found the place at the top that made her breath catch in her throat.

His hands slid underneath her as he tongued the top of her clit, his palms cupping her butt and lifting her closer to him.  She gripped the furs on either side of her as he deviled her clit with his tongue, drawing her closer to the edge.  Two fingers pushed into her pussy, stroking and filling her, as the center of her body tightened.  She moaned loudly, writhing under his talented tongue and fingers, and he growled, making her whole pussy vibrate with the sound and shoving her over the edge into white-hot pleasure.  She screamed his name as she came, pressing her hips up and grinding herself against his mouth as her heels pressed into the mattress and her toes curled.

He prowled up her body, kissing her quivering flesh as he moved, until his hands hooked around her shoulders and he pressed his hot, hard cock against her still-throbbing pussy.  She lifted her legs around his hips and locked her hands behind his neck, their gazes meeting as he pushed in slowly.  He stretched her with his thick cock so she felt every inch of him as he buried himself deep in her pussy.

She groaned when he reached the end of her, closing her eyes in rapture at the feeling of him.  All the kissing, all the light touching throughout the week, had left her wanting.

Brone traced his fingers along the side of her face, and she opened her eyes.  She could see him more clearly in the candlelight since her eyes had adjusted to the dim light.  His lips were parted and his double fangs were visible.  His neck was corded and his body pressed tight against hers, and she realized how much control he had to exert to remain still until she was ready.

She angled her hips back so his cock slipped out a fraction, and then she pressed upward, taking him to the hilt once more.  He groaned, his eyes flashing with desire, and she smiled.

His body flexed over her, his cock retreating and pressing forward at a slow pace, while he held her gaze.  Her fingers dug into his neck as she hugged him with her thighs.  Each stroke forward was bliss; each time he pulled out of her until only the fat head of his cock remained inside her was exquisite torture.

He began to thrust faster and dropped his hand from her face and gripped one of her knees, pressing her leg up and outward until she felt him rub against her clit just right as he powered into her.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she gasped the words as he held her spread open, fucking her faster, rubbing her clit with delicious friction.  It was too much and not enough at the same time.

As she climaxed, she screamed his name to the ceiling, her body locking down on his as heat pooled in her core and her whole body bowed.  Brone never ceased driving into her as he released her leg and it dropped to the mattress.  Her hands slipped from his neck and ran along his broad shoulders, down his arms and across his massive chest.  He growled when she touched his nipples, and she lifted her head and licked one and then the other, enjoying the way his growl sounded almost like a gruff purr.  Her teeth worried lightly on each nipple as she dug her nails into his back and lifted her hips to meet his.

He slipped an arm underneath her and lifted her hips, and she gasped as she arched under him, his cock hitting a place deep inside her that made her feel as though her blood was made of molten lava.  He thrust into her hard and fast, his body slamming into hers with speed and force.  She could only hold onto him and absorb the wild sensations that were coursing through her.  Pleasure.  Desire.  The first stirrings of love.  Even though she’d known they were mates for several days, it was the first time she realized that her feelings were deepening for him.

Without warning her body locked up in a spiral of pleasure so great that her vision blurred and her breath caught in her chest before she shrieked when pure pleasure flowed over her.  Brone shoved his wrist between her lips, and she tasted something hot and coppery, realizing quickly that he’d scored his wrist with his fangs so she could drink his blood.  A moment later, his tongue slipped over her throat and then his fangs pierced her.  She moaned and writhed under him, his cock pulsing as he came with a sharp growl.

She swallowed the hot blood, and her mind opened suddenly and she found herself watching his life in fast forward.  His youth, his turning, his time in The Plague, joining with Mishka, and finally seeing her for the first time.  She felt the strength of his desire for her from the moment he laid eyes on her and how difficult it had been for him to leave.

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and Brone kissed them away as he pulled from her body and held her close.  He murmured words in a language she didn’t know.

“You are mine now forever, my beloved mate.”

She rested her head in the crook of his neck and pulled herself a little closer.  “You’re mine, too, Brone.”

The taste of him still laid heavy on her tongue as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, safe in the arms of her beloved.

Chapter 10

Brone watched his mate rub a bar of soap across her stomach.  She yawned and he smiled inwardly.  They’d been making love for two days straight.  Only now, as Tuesday’s dawn drew close, had they stopped to clean up so they could rest before returning to work that night.

He took the soap from her and rubbed it between his hands until a thick lather foamed around his fingers.  Dropping the soap, he cupped her breasts and rubbed his lathered thumbs around her hard nipples.

She leaned back against the cool tile with a smile.  “I thought we were going to shower and go to bed.”

“We are.”

“Then why are you starting sexy-time now?”

He glanced at her and let his fingers trail down the center of her stomach to the bare lips of her sex.  “I thought you could use some help.”

“Does the favor go both ways?”

“If you wish.”

He let his soapy fingers sweep up the plump lips of her sex, rubbing lightly as she planted her hands on the tile and closed her eyes.  His mate was very responsive and the scent of her arousal, heightened by the heat of the shower, made him crazy.  He leaned toward her and rested one hand above her head and probed her wet sex with his fingers.  She moaned softly and opened her eyes, the pretty green color darkening as her desire increased.

She was everything he wasn’t.  Beautiful, soft, sweet.  She cared about him, wanted to know who he was and what made him tick.  Not for any nefarious purposes, but because she
wanted
to know him.  And he wanted to know everything about her, too.  He already knew that she loved to watch old science fiction movies, loved the color blue, and once set her bedroom on fire as a teenager when a spell went awry.  But there was more to his sweet mate, and he looked forward to an eternity getting to know everything about her.

Sinking a finger into her pussy, he pistoned the digit in and out as he watched her face slowly flush with pleasure, her nipples tightening and her toes curling against the floor.  She lifted her face to his and he kissed her, delving his tongue into her mouth in time with his finger in her pussy.  She licked his fangs as she pulled away from him with a gusty groan, and he pulled his finger from her body and rubbed her clit.

Her body bucked as she came with a cry of pleasure, and he sank his fingers inside her again and drew her pleasure out until she leaned limply against him.

She rested against him for only a few moments and then went to her knees and grasped his cock that had been in a perpetual state of hardness since the moment he’d met her.  She licked him slowly, lifting her gaze to his as she teased the hot head of his cock.  Her lips slid over him, sucking lightly, and then she eased him into her mouth, gripping him tightly with her hands.

Her thumb rubbed at the thick vein under his cock as she fucked him with her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper into the hot cavern.  He knew he could hurt her with his strength if he got carried away, so he braced his hands on the wall behind her and let her take him as she wanted.

He’d been close to the edge when he started playing with her pussy and now he was even closer, his impending climax tightening his balls.

He growled, watching his mate bob her head on his cock with a look of rapture on her face.  She was beautiful and amazing and all his for eternity.  The thought of spending every night for the next several thousand years with her filled him with joy and pushed him over the edge into bliss.

He roared as he came, pressing his hands against the wall so hard that the tile cracked under the pressure.  She drank him down with a moan as if he tasted like fine wine, and he locked his knees so he didn’t fall on top of her.

Cupping the back of her head, he looked down and met her eyes as she let his cock fall from her lips.  She gripped his arm, and he helped her to stand and they kissed.

If his heart were actually beating, it would beat for her alone.  He had never been in love before, but he couldn’t imagine any greater feeling than what he felt for his mate.

Tipping her face up, he kissed her lips gently and said, “I love you, beloved mate.  My heart, my body, and my soul are forever yours.”

Her eyes shone with unshed tears.  “I love you, too, Brone.  All I am or ever will be is yours alone.”

He held her against him as he marveled at the rightness of the declaration of their feelings.  Their relationship might be fast by mortal terms, but they had shared their memories with each other and bonded together with blood and sex.  Nothing would ever separate them, and he’d spend eternity making sure she was safe and loved.

* * * * *

After Brone walked Arissa to her desk and kissed her soundly, he walked back down the hallway and stopped at Cella’s office.  She smiled up at him from where she sat filling out a form.

“Congratulations on your mating, Brone.”

“Thank you.”

“What can I do for you?”

“Arissa would like a couch and television in my chamber, as well as a small kitchen, similar to the one she has in her own chamber.”

“I can pick out something nice for her.  The kitchen will take a few days to install, though, but the other stuff I can do right away.  Anything else?”

“Her things need to be moved into my chamber.”

“That’s easy,” Cella said as she smiled and lifted the receiver on her desk.  “I’ll get right on those items.”

“Thank you, Cella.”

“I’m happy to help, Brone.  I like her.”

Brone nodded and left, heading to his own office.  As he sat in the large leather chair behind the mahogany desk, he glanced around the room.  It was bare of any personal effects.  Unlike Cella’s office where the walls were covered with framed photos of scenery, or Mishka’s office with tapestries depicting his many conquests over the years, or Temple’s collection of sci-fi movie posters, his own office was as bare as it had been when it was built.

He dialed the front desk.

“Hi, Brone.”  Arissa’s voice was like a balm to his soul.

“Do you have a photo I can put on my desk?”

She paused for a moment and then said, “That’s so sweet.  I’m sure I can find one for you.  Nothing too sexy, right?”

He growled lightly and she laughed.  “Thank you, beloved.”

“Anytime,” she said and ended the call.

Mishka appeared in the doorway, and Brone raised a brow at him.  “Congratulations on your mating.”

Brone nodded.

“Her wound healed well?”

It had taken almost two days for his wound on her neck to heal into the permanent mating scar that marked her as his.  When they had mated, when he’d been buried to the hilt inside her, he had sunk his fangs deeply into her neck and drank her sweet blood.  He’d been worried about the deep wound, but it had stopped bleeding quickly and had slowly closed.  The weekly feedings would not be as deep, and she would be able to heal those wounds faster.  She also thought that she could find a poultice to help her skin knit together.  He planned to feed from her wrist sometimes, but he did love how she felt in his arms as he fed from her neck.

“It did,” he answered.

Mishka regarded Brone silently for a moment, and then said, “I suppose you will not want to take on long, dangerous missions on my behalf.”

“You would suppose correctly.”

Mishka snorted and shook his head.  “You have changed a great deal, my friend.  I did not expect that you would ever find a mate, but I am happy for you.”

“It only took a thousand years for my beloved to appear.  There is hope for you as well.”

“We shall see.”

Mishka left Brone to his work, and he turned his attention to the reports of activity over the weekend.  After the human had been caught in the witch glass, no other attacks had occurred.  He was certain that the church hadn’t given up in their plans to rid the world of vampires, but what their next plan of attack would be, he wasn’t sure.  Since the church had set up shop and began their attacks, they had grown bolder with each strike.  Attacking the mates was the last straw in Brone’s mind.  A male of honor did not harm a female, regardless of who she was mated to.

Brone pulled up the guard list for those who were available during the daylight hours.  Covens were normally guarded by other supernatural creatures who were loyal to them.  Vampires were vulnerable during the day.  Even if Brone could get up and fight while the sun still shone, he could not leave the club.  Arissa had to work at The Cleveland Mother Earth Store on Sunday and Monday and would have to be there before sunset.  He would have to entrust her safety to other males, and although the mere thought burned him, he would never forbid her from leaving his arms before sunset or try to keep her captive.  He never wanted her to regret their bond.

After scanning the list, he wrote down four names on a notepad and then picked up the phone.  Of the four, two were wolves, one was a fallen angel, and one was a leopard.  All four males were highly trained warriors and had vowed themselves to the coven.

“It would be my honor,” Darien, the fallen angel said.  “I know how precious beloved mates are.  I swear on my life I will bring her safely home to you.”

“Thank you,” Brone said, and ended the call.  He called each male in turn and all of them were pleased to be chosen.  It was a serious job, and each male understood that if something happened to Arissa, none of them would survive.  And Brone was certain he wouldn’t survive either.