Blood Wolf Dawning (16 page)

“And what’s the good part?”

His voice got lower. “Me showing you how much I appreciate it.”

Both her eyebrows shot up with surprise. “And just how were you planning on doing that?”

Knowing he was about to shock the hell out of her, Cian moved with the speed his father’s
“dark” blood afforded him as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Her back hit the mattress with his body braced above hers before she’d even managed to draw in a breath to scream, and he said, “I want to show you by making you feel good, Sayre. I want to make you cry out my name until everyone in the Alley can hear it.”

“Why?” She studied him through her long, gold-tipped lashes,
her provocative scent rising with the heat of her body and making him feel like the animal he was. “Because you’re trying to prove a point?”

“No, baby.” He lowered his head, burying his face against the slender curve of her throat, her skin tender and infinitely sweet beneath his open mouth. “Because I need to know what you look and feel and sound like when you come. And I don’t want you
holding back when it happens.”

He knew the exact moment she chose to surrender—her hands fluttered against his shoulders as a shiver coursed through her strong, feminine little body. Then her head shot back as she arched up into him, her beautiful breasts pressing against his chest, while her scent became something so lush and thick it was like being drenched in her.

And that was it.
He friggin’ lost it.

Chapter 11

C
hanting under his breath in a low, husky stream of words, Cian told her how incredible she was, how beautiful and sensual and how goddamn hard she made him, while he sat up, straddling her hips, and stripped off his shirt. Then he reached for hers. Seconds later, her bra had joined their shirts on the floor, he’d forced a knee between her legs and his hand was pushing
into her unbuttoned shorts. His fingers slipped beneath the elastic waistband of her white panties, while his hot, heavy-lidded gaze devoured every inch of her, from her flushed cheeks to that sexy little tat circling her navel.

Breathing so hard and fast he was damn near panting, he lowered his head and took one of those plump, candy-pink nipples between his lips, sucking hard and then rubbing
it with his tongue, his hand in heaven between her legs. She felt insanely perfect, her breasts firm and ripe, the folds between her legs deliciously wet and as soft as satin. Swollen and slippery with slick, warm juices that had his mouth watering with the visceral need to taste her. To lap at her like a cat with cream...or a
wolf
with something that it couldn’t get enough of.

And then there
was that darker, chilling part of him that was painfully aware of each hard, pounding beat of her heart...the enthralling rush of her pulse. But he fought that bastard back with everything he had, refusing to let his fangs drop from his burning gums.

“God, Sayre. I’ve waited forever for this,” he growled against her wet nipple, as he slipped a blunt fingertip through that hot, slick cream,
stroking between the silken folds of her sex, every part of him focused with predatory precision on how good she felt. How right. Keeping his eyes locked hard on hers, he moved his mouth to her other breast, tonguing that delectable nipple while he watched the hunger and excitement spill through her as he circled the tender, puffy entrance between her legs, then pushed just his fingertip inside.
She gasped, her beautiful eyes darkening as he pushed in another inch, the plush sheath so soft and tight he was only managing to hold himself together by a bloody miracle.

“I like it,” she breathed out, each throaty word slipping over his skin like a physical touch, as she pulsed her hips, taking him deeper. They were both breathing loud and harsh by the time he’d buried his finger in her
up to the knuckle, their skin damp with sweat and burning with a heat that the gentle breeze blowing in through the window did little to cool.

Her eyes slid closed as he found the tight knot of her clit with his thumb, rotating the callused pad with firm pressure against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and he let her plump nipple pop free from his mouth. Rising up over her, he put his face
above hers and said, “Eyes open, baby. Let me watch you.”

Her lashes fluttered, then lifted, and...
Oh, Christ
, there she was. It was like looking directly into the heart of her, as if he could literally see every sensation pulsing through her, rushing through her system. Hot, violent, wild. She was coming undone right before his eyes, and he’d never seen anything so painfully perfect in
his entire life. Never felt anything like thrusting his finger in and out of her plush, slick sex, the tight hold making him shudder.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her nails biting into his skin as she squeezed his shoulders. “Please.”

“Stop? Jesus, Sayre. I couldn’t stop even if the bloody roof was coming down on our heads,” he groaned, covering that succulent mouth with his, his tongue
sliding between her parted lips, mimicking the primal, penetrating rhythm of his finger. She was so tight, he had to work to get a second finger inside her, forced to break away from the kiss and suck in air, his blood roaring in his ears as the lush sheath gave a hard pulse, his hand soaked all the way to his wrist. She was close, pink-faced and damp, those glittering sparks that he loved so much
breaking free, skittering in the air around them, making her shine.

“God, I love this!” she cried, breathless with need, her lashes fluttering as her gaze went hazy and dark. “Your fingers feel so big. I can...I can feel them stretching me.”

In that moment, Cian wanted nothing more than to strip her goddamn shorts and panties down her beautiful legs, spread her firm thighs as wide as
they’d go and devour every glistening inch of her with his hungry gaze...then devour her even harder with his mouth. But the tremors coursing through his tensed muscles and the savage clawing of his beast to be set free—so that it could mark and bite and claim—told him he wasn’t there yet. That his control wouldn’t last if he pushed it that far. So he shoved his own needs down deep enough that they
couldn’t screw this up for him, ignoring the fire in his gums and the raw, throbbing ache in his steel-hard cock, and focused on making her come.

Moving his mouth to her ear, he nipped the tender lobe with his teeth, his low voice rough with emotion as he said, “One day soon, when I have more control, I’m going to give you three fingers, Sayre. You won’t be able to take them at first, baby,
but I’ll put my head between your legs and suck this tiny clit that’s under my thumb into my mouth. I’ll lick it with my tongue. Sip on it. Nibble it. Suck it so hard you’re gonna claw at my shoulders until you draw blood. And you’ll be so greedy for me that this sweet little sex will suck those three fingers right in. It’ll be tight as hell, but will feel
so...fucking...good
, and you’ll come
so hard you scream my name, over and over, until that sexy-as-hell voice of yours just gives out.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned, gasping for each breath. “Cian!”

He ran his parted lips over her feverish, delicate skin, the muscles in his wrist flexing as he shoved his fingers deeper inside her, stroking the tips against the front wall of her sheath, until he found what he was looking for. He
knew he had it when her nails dug into his rock-hard biceps and she gave a breathless, keening cry, her beautiful body writhing as he aggressively stroked that cushiony spot while his thumb worked hard on her clit. “You’re getting so wet that you’re soaking me, Sayre.” His voice was dark and raw and deep, too guttural to belong to anything other than a Lycan male in the throes of lust.

As
if his words and the sound of his voice were what she needed to push her over the edge, her head went back, she sank her nails into his bare shoulders and screamed like a little banshee. Crashing over that dark edge and into oblivion, she came so hard and hot and wild, her scent rising, getting richer...deeper...sinking into his system like a goddamn narcotic. And all the while, her tight sex was
throbbing against his hand, convulsing around his fingers so perfectly it was like a dream, while these throaty whimpers kept spilling past her rosy lips.

“Sayre, Christ, no more,” he choked out, shaking so hard it was making the bed rattle. “Shh, baby, shh. I can’t take it.”

“Wh-what?” she gasped, blinking her eyes open, the look in them so hazy and sweet, he had to lower his gaze.
But it didn’t help. The sight of her bare breasts and trembling belly, her shorts wrenched open, his big hand shoved down the front of her panties, was the most provocative thing he’d ever seen. So beautiful it was burned into his mind, carved into his flesh like a scar.

“I’m barely holding myself together here,” he growled, feeling his wolf punch against his insides, desperate to get out,
while that savage, aggressive pull that he’d felt the first time they’d kissed started blaring in his head again, roaring for him to take and mark and possess. “If you make one of those little sounds again, I won’t be able to...to keep...to keep from
nailing
you to this goddamn mattress.”

“Mmm. If it feels anything like
that
did,” she moaned, grinning up at him, completely oblivious to the
fact that she needed to be...careful, “I doubt I’ll complain. Heck, I might even beg you.”

* * *

Sayre quickly squeezed her eyes shut again. The way Cian had just stiffened, as if he couldn’t believe what she’d said to him, made her wonder if she’d lost her mind.

Honestly, when was she going to learn?

“Sayre,” he growled, his voice even grittier as he pressed closer against
her, his cock a hard, thick ridge shoved against her hip. “
What
did you just say?”

She forced her eyes back open, and as if listening through a fog, she heard herself tell him, “I want you, Cian. I...I don’t think that should come as a surprise.”

His heavy gaze was savage and hot, full of molten, primitive need. “How?
How
do you want me?”

Her breath came in short, sharp pants, and
she licked her lips. “All of you. Every part. But I can’t do it with so many secrets between us. Are you...I mean, will you tell me about Aedan now?”

He froze, not even breathing...then cursed so viciously it made her blink. And before she even knew what was happening, he’d pulled his fingers from her body and was rolling away from her in one smooth, effortless move. One moment she’d been
surrounded by his heat, and in the next, she was lying on the cold sheets, staring at the sleek, powerful length of his back, his shoulders tight with tension. His head hung forward, the dark fall of his hair shielding his profile, but she knew that firm jaw would be locked, that telling tic pulsing beneath his tanned skin.

Sounding as if the stark words were being ripped out of him, he said,
“I’m going outside for a smoke.”

She would have laughed, but wasn’t sure it wouldn’t come out as a sob. “Sure, whatever. Like I haven’t seen you do
that
before.”

“I don’t want to.” The confession seemed to punch its way free from his chest, his biceps so hard they looked like boulders. Shoving one of his big hands back through his hair, he said, “But I
have
to, Sayre. I can’t...I don’t
have any other choice right now.”

“It’s fine, Cian. Go.”

Without another word, he shot off the bed, grabbed his shirt and got the hell out of there. She knew it would be useless to wait for him and hope he’d come back to her, ready to open up and let her in, finally answering her questions. This, his leaving the room,
was
her answer. And while there was a part of her that felt like a
fool for defending him earlier, she couldn’t regret it. She just...she needed to be smart where her emotions were concerned, and not lose sight of what was happening between them. Needed to remember that with the life-mate connection, there was some powerful mojo working to draw them together. So while they wanted each other, it didn’t necessarily mean that they wanted the same things...or in the
same ways.

Yes, she knew that he cared enough about her to want to see her safe and protected. He was just
that
kind of guy. But he was also the “other” kind of guy, and while he wanted her now, she knew she couldn’t let herself think in terms of him wanting her forever.

But when he made her feel the way he had just moments before, touching and kissing her as if she were something...
God
, as if she were something
vital
to him, it was difficult to keep those rational threads of reason woven into the framework of her thoughts. To remember, and not forget. Not dream. Because dreaming could be fatal to her heart, and that particular organ had already taken too many hits. Each time she’d seen him with another woman, it had been like a physical strike. Like a blade stabbed into the
middle of her chest.

It was up to her to protect that part of her that could be too easily broken for good this time. In a way that never healed. And that could never be forgiven.

Feeling decades older than she was, she forced herself to get up and get a move on. She sorted her clothing, pulled her hair up into a ponytail, put on the hiking boots that she gardened in and decided working
outside was a better use of her time than sitting in Cian’s cabin and brooding over him.

But, hey, at least he hadn’t walked away and left her hanging again. Her body was still buzzing with a warm, sensual burn of pleasure from the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given her, her muscles deliciously loose, and she no doubt had some kick-ass color in her cheeks. And it was a beautiful day, the sun
shining in a cloudless sky, which meant she needed to get her butt outside and enjoy it. She figured she could hunt down some gardening tools and do some maintenance work on the colorful flower beds that had been planted between the cabins. Maybe she’d even try to find Kyle, since she’d missed the way he teased her and that soft-edged Southern accent of his, and see if he wanted to help her.

And seeing as how he’d spent the better part of yesterday with Cian, she was hopeful the merc might have some useful information for her. But as it turned out, she never ran into Kyle. She spent the day out in the summer sunshine, working on various projects, and enjoyed herself, for the most part. Although...she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was, well,
off
. Yeah, she knew
everyone was on edge because Cian’s psycho brother was apparently out there somewhere, preparing to make a move against her. And since she wasn’t a fool, she was freaked out about it, too. But there was more going on than she knew about. It didn’t matter who she was talking to, they all seemed to be looking at her in an expectant way, as if there were something they wanted to ask her, but weren’t
sure if they should.

As the day wore on, it became increasingly clear that something was definitely going on. And that something was seriously pissing her off.

Not only had Cian not shown his face again and gone off to God only knew where, but it was like everyone had suddenly learned a secret she didn’t know about, and now they didn’t know how to act around her. She knew it must have
something to do with the meeting Cian had held with the others the day before—the one she hadn’t been invited to. And when she finally bit the bullet and just asked her sister for details, point-blank, Jillian wouldn’t tell her a damn thing.

It was obvious she felt bad about that. But Jilly clearly thought she should be talking to Cian. Which was easier said than done, since the man was doing
a damn good job of avoiding her. She’d even tried texting him, but he wasn’t responding.