Kellen's Tempting Mate (11 page)

“You have no reason to fear me, young Arie. This man and his friend should have known better than to come into my space and challenge me. Now, word will spread and others will not make the same mistake.”

Arie wondered how others would know, but didn’t question him. He was crazed on blood lust.

He seemed to be waiting for an answer from her. Arie could only nod.

“Now, let us go. I abhor having to do this sort of thing.”

Shaking the memory away, she went into her bedroom. The need for a shower overwhelming.

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K
ellen waited for Rowan and Lyric to leave. The need to erase the fear from Laikyn and make her his, made him and his wolf uneasy. Yes, as alpha he could find her, but as her mate they’d have a connection like none other.

“Are you okay,” he asked Laikyn. Having another being take over your mind had to feel weird on a level he had no idea about.

She nodded. “I’m tired, and feel like I need a shower.”

They’d brought in her bags she’d packed that contained most of her clothes, putting them in the master bedroom. The masculine space was in need of a feminine touch, but he’d wanted his mate to be the one to make those changes. “Come on then. Let’s get you settled.”

If she wasn’t up to making love with him, he’d be fine holding her all night. His wolf snorted.

Laikyn looked at his hand, then at him. “What? Not gonna pick me up and carry me off to your mancave?”

He walked over, invading her space. “Oh, I’ll carry you off, anywhere and everywhere, Mon Chaton. I just thought you might want to walk this time.”

“What I want is you to be you, and me to be me. That means don’t pussy foot around, and I won’t act like a simpering little girl, unless that’s how we’re playing at the time.”

Damn! He swore his mouth went dry at the image of Laikyn dressed up as a school girl, while he was fucking her from behind. Deviant? Yes. But he made no apologies. They were grown adults who made their own rules.

“What does your gorgeous mind want right now?” Kellen placed his hands on the granite counter on either side of Laikyn, caging her in.

Laikyn licked her lips. “First, I want you and me to shower, then I want you to have your wicked way with me. I want to give you control of my body. You know that is what I want. You knew it years ago, Kellen.”

He did. Kellen had found her in a human run BDSM club being lashed by a man who thought he knew how to wield a whip. The memory still had the power to make him want to rip the human’s arms from his body and beat him with them. The only thing that had kept Kellen from following through with it was Laikyn murmuring his name. She’d glanced at him with her sparkling green eyes, a plea for him to take what she was offering, more than he could handle.

“If you hadn’t already taken too many lashes that night, I’d have whipped your pretty little ass.” He lifted her into his arms.

She nodded. “I was a really bad girl,” she agreed.

And he was a dumbass for not tying her to him that night. He’d been too hammered and thought she was too young, too high on endorphins to know she was his. He wanted her to experience life before settling down with him. Kellen knew he wasn’t an easy man to be with. He’d demand her attention, her submission to him on many levels. Something he wasn’t sure she’d be willing to give at the time. His wolf had growled as he’d left her sleeping in the hotel the next day.

“Lake, you know that once I make you mine there will be no going back. We can talk about boundaries, but there are going to be limits that I will push. Are you ready for all that being mine means?” He asked while he carried her to his room, soon to be their room if she agreed.

Her head tilted. “Kellen, I was yours then. Yours to do with as you chose. Of course, in your dumb male brain, you chose to run.”

She yelped when he slapped her ass. “First rule, you don’t call your alpha names except God, Master, Sir, or my given name. You call me disparaging ones, and you will be punished.”

Heat lit her eyes. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”

“Make sure you do, unless you like your ass to be on fire.” He ran his hand over the spot he just hit.

Bypassing his California King bed, he walked into the large bathroom. Setting Laikyn on her feet, she rubbed against his front, every delicious curve igniting him. “Strip those clothes off unless you want me to do it for you. I’m not sure they’ll still be wearable after I’m done though.” Kellen dragged his T-shirt over his own head, unsnapping his jeans as he kicked off one boot then the other.

“Goddess, you are gorgeous.” Laikyn’s eyes widened.

Kellen bent and removed his socks, standing he was naked while she was still fully clothed. “You haven’t taken a stitch of clothing off yet, woman.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

She quickly shimmied out of her clothes, making his mouth water. He still remembered her taste. Like the finest whiskey he’d ever drank.

“You’re growling,” she said, her arms hanging loosely at her sides.

He moved closer, opening the door behind her and adjusting the water temperature. “You make me and my wolf crazy.”

“I like that. My wolf is all preening in my head.”

Kellen pictured Laikyn on all fours presenting her delectable ass to him. “Let’s get you cleaned then we’ll see about getting you preening.” Her sweet arousal perfumed the air.

When she didn’t move, he picked her up by the waist, loving how his hands didn’t look too big for her. Mother Nature created this one being just for him.

“Dang it. I forgot to unpack my bath gel and stuff,” Laikyn muttered.

“That’s okay. You’re just gonna smell like me anyway.” He placed her under the warm spray, then began lathering up his hands with his body wash. If he had his way, she’d always smell like him, from her head to her toes.

“I can see what you are thinking, Mr. Styles.” She leaned into his touch, her breasts filling his palms.

“Good,” he grunted. Bullshit. It was perfect. He brushed his body against hers, igniting all the nerve endings on his body. He measured her breasts in his palms, weighing them as he cupped them, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across the nipples. The slight hitch in her breathing let him know she liked what he was doing.

He turned her around, facing the cold tile wall of the shower, his front pressed against her back. Using his thigh he split her legs apart. She shuddered against the bunched muscles of his leg.

“Oh, God, more.” Laikyn reached back for his dick, but he grabbed her wrists and placed them on the wall.

“Not yet.” Lathering up his hands with shampoo, he washed her hair then ran his fingers down her back, rubbing her shoulders and along her sides till he reached the rounded curve of her ass. “Damn, I love your ass.” He ran his finger between the crack, when she tensed up, he gave a firm tap to one cheek. “This is mine. Right, Mon Chaton?”

“Yes!” She glanced over her shoulder, drops of water falling over them.

Kellen grabbed the shower head. “Close your eyes, baby.” He waited till she turned back to face the wall, knowing she’d listen to him. He rinsed her hair, then replaced the shower head before lathering up his hands with more shower gel. Kneeling, he washed Laikyn’s legs from her feet up, pausing at the apex of her thighs. She pushed her ass back at him, needing him to touch her there, but he ignored her silent command.

“My turn,” he said, lifting Laikyn away from the wall and taking her place under the spray.

“Hey, what about me,” she pouted up at him.

He raised one brow. “I cleaned you. Quite thoroughly I might add.” He held the bodywash out to Laikyn. His cock bobbing in front of them, the heavy length too hard to stay upright.

“Um, is that thing bigger than before?” She asked.

“He’ll fit,” he promised. In all honesty he was a little worried himself. His dick appeared larger than ever.

“Fine, but if you split me in two, I’m the only doctor around here.” She wagged a soapy finger at him.

Kellen laughed, then groaned as her hands began stroking his chest. Torture. Sweet torture was what she was doing to him.

Laikyn knelt in front of him, doing the same as he did to her, washing every inch of him except the part begging for her lips. Finally, she grasped him, the thick stalk of his cock barely fit in her grip.

His eyes nearly slid to the back of his head as her hand slid up his cock, her slick palm moving easily with the soap. With her on the floor, kneeling at his feet, Kellen was sure he’d never seen a more beautiful sight. The large mushroom shaped head of his dick was purple and almost painful to the touch with its need for release. Kellen wanted their first time, the time he claimed her to be on their bed. Not in the shower. He pulled her hand off him, making her squeak as he lifted her. “Not here.”

He stepped from the shower, shutting the water off before drawing her with him. Using a large fluffy towel, Kellen made quick work of getting the water off them both, then lifted her into his arms and swept her into the bedroom. His large bed was a work of art. The big black wooden frame was solid, with the post thicker than his legs.

“Tonight, I make you mine.” Kellen kissed Laikyn, their lips meeting, molding like their bodies.

She threaded her hands in his hair, holding him to her. “And I make you mine.”

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H
e let out a sound, a cross between a growl and a groan. Laikyn was done with the teasing, the tormenting. She wanted to get on with the claiming.

Kellen sat her on the waist high bed. She might have protested at the loss of contact, but being able to watch the flex and play of his naked ass while he lit a few candles gave her a moment to catch her breath. He picked up a remote, and immediately the stone fireplace roared to life, creating an ambiance all in itself. The green eyed monster reared its ugly head.

Kellen spun back to face her, an alarmed look on his too handsome face. He closed the distance between them, coming back to her side and pressed her onto her back. The soft bedding cushioning her back. “What were you thinking?” He leaned down, resuming his exploration of her body with kisses.

She turned her head to face the dancing flames.

“Look at me, Mon Chaton.”

“I just wondered how many other woman you’ve set up the scene for like this.” She waved her hand in the air.

A sharp nip of his teeth on the top of her breast had her gasping.

“I’ve not brought other women here, Lake. This was...is my home. The place I meant for me, my mate and our children someday. I didn’t want it smelling like another woman.”

Had she thought he’d lie, or somehow had a parade of women in and out of this room, she’d still have wanted him. Now, knowing she was the first, the banked need in her rose, flaring to life with more intensity than she’d thought possible. “I love you, Kellen.”

Others may expect the man to say they loved the woman first, but she was not like other women. Uncertainty was in the glowing blue eyes of the man she loved.

The teasing man was gone, replaced by the alpha ready to claim his mate. Laikyn was more than ready herself. She gripped him by the back of his head, pulling him down for a deep searing kiss, biting his lower lip. The small taste of him set her wolf at ease.

“Ah, my Chaton has claws I see.” He chuckled against her lips, his own teeth gripped her tongue and nipped, not enough to draw blood.

Kellen wedged his legs between hers, then shook his head. “Not like this.”

His words didn’t make sense, until she found herself lifted, and placed in the middle, the comforter tossed to the bottom.

The head of his cock brushed the entrance to her pussy. She wondered if he was just going to plunge inside, but the tip brushed the lips of her sex, then retreated. His lips claimed hers, fierce and hungry. Words escaped her as he threaded their hands together above their heads.

Oh my gawd. She’d never felt so cherished as she did having Kellen cover every inch of her skin with his.

She dug her nails into the backs of his hands, then he was releasing her. “Keep your hands there, or I’ll be forced to restrain you.” Wicked intent was stamped on his features.

Her back arched at his slow exploration of her body. First he began by kissing the column of her throat, followed by a small bite that drew a little blood. Not enough for a marking. Then he was moving down her body with small nips and licks, torturing her with his teeth and tongue. Laikyn wasn’t sure who was making the mewling sounds, until Kellen growled from between her thighs.

“Fuck me, you are so damn wet.” He swiped his tongue through her slit. “So damn good. I could make a meal of you.” Another swipe of his tongue and then he buried his face where she needed him, eating her like he’d promised. Not missing one sensitive inch. With one hand he held her open, while the other he used to enter her with one broad finger, followed by another.

Laikyn was sure she was stretched to the max when a third finger was added next to the first two.

His head lifted. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers.”

Her hips rotated against his face, grinding herself against him for all she was worth, and she gave no fucks. It was fucking awesome. He mastered her body.

Her mouth opened to tell him she was close. That she needed more, but Kellen knew her body. “Come for me, Mon Chaton,” he growled against her clit, then he sucked the hardened nub into his mouth, pumping the digits inside her in the same rhythm he sucked.

On a soundless scream, she came, arching her back. Her arms above her head wanted to come down and push him away, or hold him to her, she wasn’t sure. The pleasure...intensity almost too much rolling through her.

“You come so beautifully. Next time you will scream my name,” Kellen assured her.

The feel of him pushing inside, the stretch almost too much. Yet she knew the pleasure would only get better once he was seated inside her. Laikyn breathed deeply, trying to relax enough to allow him entry. His slow penetration a testament to his strength. Inch by slow glorious inch he moved back and forth until they were pressed groin to groin.

“See, perfect fit.” He grinned down at her.