Authors: Sascha Illyvich
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Paranormal, #Romantic Erotica
Bound to Her (2 page)
Without missing a beat, Luka turned his gaze upon Michele’s and caught her stare. “I intend to.”
She scoffed and left for the kitchen.
Tiffany’s laughter died down.
She narrowed her eyes and lowered her chin. “I take it you felt the obvious?”
He pulled her towards his den. Once inside the room, he shut the door. “She won’t bother us in here, will she?”
Tiffany took a seat on the leather couch and crossed her legs just as she’d been taught so if she were nude, Luka could still stare at her shaved pussy. True, they hadn’t slept together, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get to take his pleasure from viewing her lovely figure.
“No.” She straightened against the back of the couch. “She won’t. I didn’t bring her here on purpose. She swore she needed to come along, though. And you did feel the effects of the pendant, right?”
Luka walked to a wooden cabinet and opened it. Retrieving two glasses, he set them down on the desk before pouring two shots of bourbon into them. Handing one to Tiffany, he smirked and sipped his.
She lifted her glass and took a sip. Coughing at the first swallow, she patted her chest before she set the drink down on the arm of the couch. “Yeah, I’m not much of a drinker, remember?”
Feeling embarrassed, Luka grabbed the pitcher of fresh water and poured a splash into her glass. “Sorry. It’s just that you spend so much time around here normally that I forget you’re human and not a big hard liquor fan.”
She smiled and set her hand on his. “It’s okay.” She swirled the ice around and took another sip apparently without any trouble, this time.
Luka poured himself another round and sat down on the leather chair across from her. Patting his thigh, he beckoned her to come towards him.
She rose daintily, as she had been taught, graceful in her every movement. She walked towards him,
drink
in hand, then settled on his lap and snuggled against him. “What’s the problem, baby?”
Drawing her close, Luka buried his head in her thick mane. He didn’t speak, using a mental link to convey feelings to her that she’d understand better than if he spoke the emotions.
She straightened. “It’s that time, isn’t it?”
He nodded.
She stared into his eyes and waited for a beat.
His shoulders rose and fell. He reclined against the back of the chair and wrapped his arms around her waist. “If I don’t find a mate, I’m okay with that. But the pack I built would be taken from me, and for what?”
Her eyes widened, revealing pale blue irises so fair they could have almost been white. “Would they really take this pack from you?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “We all answer to Diana, but not everyone sees her as the ruler of our kind. There is a faction down south that has a leader primed in the event I can’t find a mate in the next few days. They’re betting against me so they can turn the state of
Tiffany’s mouth twitched. “If it weren’t for wolves like you, the humans out here would be extinct.”
“Exactly.”
The two sat in silence for a few moments, wrapped in each other’s arms. Luka knew Tiffany understood with clarity what it meant to have wolves hunting humans. The state of
The governor had also indicated he had a strong distrust of humans.
Luka had worked tirelessly to ensure their safety by meeting other pack leaders in the area and forming an alliance. All of them agreed he needed a mate to help balance things out.
“When your pack was caught eating the remains of Alex, a Mexican citizen with a rap sheet, we could understand. But when we found other wolves slaughtering illegal immigrants at the border, we could no longer look the other way. Either we’re pro human or anti human. So,”
Lajon’s
voice rang out in Luka’s head, “we’re giving you this necklace. You have one year to find your mate.”
Luka recalled with clarity the effect the necklace had on him.
Lajon
was a stronger, older wolf who had seen myriad things in his lifetime. Tall, dark and wise, he was a force to be reckoned with.
The door to Luka’s office slammed open.
Tiffany stiffened against Luka.
His grasp around her tightened. The pendant began glowing against his skin. The scents of rose and honey drifted through the air, mixed with cayenne pepper.
“You!”
Michele glared and pointed a finger at Luka.
Chapter Two
Luka recognised the instant anger in her face, the scowl. “Why didn’t you tell me your sister was nosy?”
Tiffany snorted. Sliding off Luka’s lap, she walked towards Michele. “Calm down, sis. It’s not what it looks like.”
“Bullshit. We’re going.
Now.”
Reaching for Tiffany, Michele couldn’t react fast enough before Luka stood in front of her.
Luka looked down at Michele, felt the heat radiate off her body. She wasn’t quite human. Could she be
…
No, that wouldn’t make sense. “Think she’s going somewhere?”
She glowered, her lip turning upwards in a snarl. She stepped back and set her hands on her hips, a move that pushed out her breasts.
Goddamnit
if he didn’t want to just fuck her right then and there. Still, he regained his composure despite the hard-on that was raging, now. His nerves fought to maintain control over his body and use the natural mating instinct that seemed to kick in about the same time the pendant responded to her. Inhaling, counting to five, exhaling, he closed and opened his eyes. She wasn’t a wolf. He could break her.
“Yes. She’s coming with me. I’m taking her.” Michele tried to sidestep Luka and reach around for her sister.
Tiffany swatted her hand away. “No,
Chele
. I’m staying here. He called me over and—”
Michele’s tone grew louder.
“And what?
Wanted a quick fuck? Was that post coital cuddling I saw from the door?”
Luka had had enough. He closed the short distance between himself and Michele.
“And what?
You didn’t see this.” He bent down and pressed his mouth to hers while gripping her shoulders.
Michele gasped and turned her head away.
Luka’s strength overpowered her and forced her mouth back to his. Her lips were plump, juicy just as he’d expected earlier. His tongue pushed past them and explored the taste of her sensuality that begged to be kissed again and again.
Though she struggled against him, her body moulded to his while her mouth acquiesced with each stroke of his tongue.
Her breasts pressed against his chest.
She moaned into his mouth.
The sound reverberated throughout his body, hardening him further. The pendant grew hotter against his skin. Brushing it aside so it landed and rested on his back didn’t help, but Michele’s mouth was hotter than hell so he could bear a little more pain.
She bit at his lip, nibbling and suckling his tongue when he thrust it between her lips again.
She drew a deep breath as if inhaling his scent,
then
she closed her eyes and gripped his shoulders.
A cough from behind them broke the moment.
Luka pulled away gently, smiling and baring fangs. He turned to face Tiffany.
She didn’t look entirely amused.
“Tiffany, I’m—”
She shook her head. “Skip it, Luka. I don’t mind. Just not in front of me, okay?”
He shrugged.
Michele made a sound of disgust. “You don’t have to worry. That was a one time thing.”
“I doubt it,” Luka scoffed as he turned back to Michele. “In fact, judging by the way this pendant reacts to your presence, I’d say it’s better if we repeat this then take it further.”
Michele stiffened, yet her eyes betrayed the expression she obviously tried so hard to conceal. “I don’t think so.”
Luka tilted his head. “Ever hear the expression ‘your eyes betray your body’? Besides, I can smell your arousal.” He licked his lip. “Tastes like honey.”
Tiffany snickered behind him.
Glaring, Michele stood with her arms folded over her chest. Her skin had a flushed look that worsened when both sets of eyes stared at her. “What?”
Taking a step forward, Tiffany reached out for her sister. “We need to sit down and talk. I think you need to be brought into the loop.”
Michele put her hands up. “Whoa, what loop? I don’t think I need to be brought into anything.”
Luka looked at Tiffany and nodded. “Yeah, the pendant responded to her unlike any other woman I’ve ever been with. The delectable kiss should be repeated and taken further to prove a point.”
Tiffany nodded.
Michele stepped back, keeping her hands up defensively. Her mouth dropped open.
Luka smiled at the sensual display of how her lips formed a perfect O when she shook her head in defiance. Something tugged low in his belly. He reached for the pendant and stepped closer to her.
It lit up. It was just a simple design, really. A rough-cut stone that resembled a wolf’s head was encased in a golden diamond and hung on a chord that dangled just over his chest. He held it closer to Michele, and all three watched colourful
sparklies
float around it. “Well, it’s glowing.
If that isn’t proof, I’m not sure what is.”
Tiffany scratched her chin. “I don’t know. Did
Lajon
tell you anything after he gave it to you?”
Luka shook his head.
“Nope.
Not a damn thing. He tossed it to me and said ‘wear this’. Then he walked away and did that disappearing thing he always does.”
Tiffany’s voice rose enthusiastically. “That’s such a cool trick!”
Luka narrowed his gaze on her. “Yeah, but it doesn’t help us, now.”
“Well.” Michele coughed and directed their attention on her. “It doesn’t mean anything to me. I’m not part of this weird wolf shit you and my sister are involved in. I want no part of it, ever. I can’t afford to have my life upset by—”
Luka growled. “Prophecy set in stone thousands of years before you were born, little girl.”
Michele’s mouth opened. Her jaw ticked, and her eyes widened. “No. Not me. None of this makes sense.”
“That’s because you need to be briefed and caught up to speed.” Luka stepped closer to her, so close that even if he wasn’t lupine, he could have smelled the heat pooling between her legs. Or the fragrant aroma of her hair when the heater kicked in, as it had a moment ago.
Eyes widening, revealing fear so deep it was palpable to anyone around, Michele stuttered, “I don’t…I-I don’t want this!”
Luka took another step closer. “You and I need to talk.” He tried to keep his voice calm despite the storm building inside him at the fact the woman who was probably his mate was resisting him and going to cause the death of millions of humans with her reluctance.
“No. We don’t.” Michele reached for the doorknob and pushed it open while keeping her gaze locked on his.
Luka held out his hands with his palms facing up and offered a smile. “I smell your fear. Let me help alleviate it, please?
The colour drained from her face. “No. I’m sorry, I can’t.” She turned on her heels and ran out the door, into the other room.
Tiffany started after her.
Luka set a hand across her chest.
She looked back at him with a worried look on her face.
Luka sighed and shrugged. “I guess this is the way the game is played.”
Tiffany put an arm around Luka’s waist.
“Yeah.
You should know some things about her before we continue trying to figure this out. Do you need tea?”
Glad to see her resume her submissive role, he nodded. “Please make us a pot. I do need to know more about her.”
“Oh, and don’t worry.” Tiffany glanced over her shoulder. “She can’t leave unless she takes my car. She doesn’t drive, so unless she wants to create a situation where you have to bail her out of jail, she’ll stay in the house for the time being.”
He offered her a feigned smile. “Good to know.”
Tiffany scurried out of the room and headed into the kitchen.
Luka walked over to his chair and sank down. How the hell had he been placed in this predicament? He was one of the strongest wolves in the area, the uniting force behind protecting the human population and trying to live in harmony with them, and without a mate.
The latter part he could fathom. It was in his nature to seek out females in heat, and Michele definitely was in heat. He could smell her arousal when she walked into the room, could still taste the lingering scent on his tongue. The sweet rose and honey aroma kept him hard.
Yeah, he’d meant to kiss her earlier, too.
No doubt she’d scoff at the fact they’d shared a kiss which she actually enjoyed, if her body’s response was any indication.