Miss Taken (8 page)

TWENTY

Luke felt Kira’s gaze on his back. It heated his blood and flooded his system with the need to fuck her. Mate her. Take her.

He went into his guestroom and stripped off his clothes.

“Luke, are you listening to me?” his mom asked.

“Sorry,” he said. “What have you found out?”

She grumbled about him not paying attention. “One of the pride boys is missing.”

“Who?” he asked, his attention focused on the conversation.

“Nick Treynor,” she replied. “His mother said he went out last night with some friends but never made it home.”

Nick was no boy. In his twenties, the guy had a predisposition for getting into trouble. Even when there was none around.

“Luke, his mom is worried. Will you look for him tomorrow when the snow stops?”

He sighed. “Yes. I’ll find him. He knows better than to be out during a storm.”

“I know, son,” his mother said. “Thank you. I’ll let you know if I hear anything else.”

“How are you?” he asked. He usually went by to make sure she had enough wood in the house, but with Kira in his home, he had lost track of time.

“I’m fine. I have enough wood, if that’s worrying you. Besides,” she laughed, “I live closer to others than you do. I have neighbors to both sides about five hundred feet away.”

“I know. I still want to make sure you’re okay.”

“You are such a great boy. Now tell me how your guest is doing,” she asked. “I know you’re taking care of her.”

“Bastien talks too much,” he growled.

“Now, now. Don’t say that. He just mentioned she smelled distinctly like…you.” His mother giggled. “I’m glad you found someone to get you through this time.”

Should he mention it was more than that? He could easily spend the height of his need alone. It would bother him and he’d be frustrated, but he could do it. This was more than that. Kira was his mate. The one woman, other than his mother, who was his reason for living.

“Mom,” he said with exasperation.

Luna didn’t try to contain her laughter now. “Come on, son, tell me about her.”

“She’s not like the other women,” he replied, not giving too much away.

“She’s human,” Luna gushed. “Bastien said she’s pretty.”

He would kick Bastien in the teeth for talking too much. Kira was his. Only his. His lion roared under the skin.

“Sounds to me like Bastien told you all about her already,” Luke said between gritted teeth. His lion wasn’t happy about people talking about his mate.

Luna sighed. “Ok, fine, be that way. Treat her well, and I will see you soon. Love you, son.”

“I have to go. I’ll talk to you later, love you, Mom,” he said, ending the conversation and shutting off all thoughts of murdering his friend.

He walked to the sliding glass door and watched the snow fall. Kira. Already she was driving him crazy with need. Her scent followed him around like a punishment, turning him on and reminding him how badly he wanted her.

A soft knock sounded at his door. He didn’t need to say anything. He knew it was her. He knew why she came.

He turned to face the door, saw her enter and shut it behind her.

“I can’t seem to stay away from you,” she said, sauntering towards him, her hard nipples calling attention through the white T-shirt.

“Kira,” he said, his breaths punching at his chest. “You shouldn’t be here.” She continued her path, until she was right in front of him. “You know what will happen with you here.” He hooked a hand around her neck, sliding his fingers into her hair and gripping hard, pulling her head back.

“Luke,” she moaned, pressing her body to his naked one. “I can’t stay away. I have never let sex rule me. But this,” she raised her hands to his shoulders, running her nails over his arms. “This hunger isn’t something I can deny.”

He knew how she felt. There was no refuting it. For neither of them. He pushed her backward, walking her to the edge of his bed. She sat and he followed, lowering between her legs.

He didn’t get a chance to kiss her. She rushed forward, mating her mouth to his. Her tongue shot between his lips, caressing his. Enslaved by the pleasure she gave him, he forced himself to control the lion. He slid a hand under her shirt. He filled his palm with her tit. Her skin was so fucking soft. Delicate. With its golden caramel color, it looked like she had the eternal suntan.

The buds of her nipples tightened with his tweaking. She made a mewling sound that pushed him to the edge of his control. No other woman had driven him so hard with need. His mate wanted him just as badly as he did her. He scented her wetness.

She played with his mouth, scraping his lips with her teeth and diving back in with her tongue. Fucking hell, she was good at winding her tiny tongue over his and dragging a ragged groan from him.

He fondled her tit, moving from one to the other. She wiggled closer to the edge, pushing her hips toward him. He knew what she wanted. He wanted it too. His tongue fucking her pussy. His mouth lapping at her sex and sucking in her scent.

He peeled his mouth from hers and yanked the shirt above her head, watching her tits bounce. He loved that. Loved she wasn’t a bag of bones. He loved she was soft and curvy and he could grab a handful of her ass and there was more for him to hold.

“You’re mine, Kira,” he claimed.

He licked her lips and arched her back, pushing her tits into his palms. “Not that again,” she said breathlessly.

TWENTY-ONE

He cupped her heavy breasts, flicking his thumbs over her engorged nipples. “You
are
mine!” He tugged at her nipples with forefinger and thumb.

She gasped, rocking her hips. “I’m not.”

He leaned forward, gliding his tongue in the valley of her breasts and slowly licking his way to one nipple. He circled the hard tip, watching pleasure bloom on her features. “You are. Every inch,” he said, sucking hard on the little tip and listening to the music of her soft cry. “Every curve.” He moved to the other nipple for a bite. “Every part of you.”

She gasped and moaned. “You have ownership issues.”

He didn’t like the way she continued refusing him. Even as she offered her body for his taking. His lion roared, his fingers shifted to claws, tearing through the sweatpants and leaving the shredded material falling in tatters to the floor. He pushed her knees open, watching her glistening folds call out to him. He took a deep breath, pushed the lion back and shifted his claws back to fingers.

“This wet, hot pussy,” he said as he fingered her folds and watched her squeal, “is mine.”

“Oh, god,” she moaned, widening her large thighs and gripping his shoulders hard.

He slid a finger up and down her pussy, coating it with her wetness and rubbing it on her clit. “You may deny it. You may not like it. But you can’t refuse what your body craves,” he rumbled. “It wants me.” He sat back on his heels. His face was level to her crotch.

“I…I don’t do whatever my body wants,” she groaned, her lids half-mast and her lips pushing out short puffs of air.

“My cock belongs in you,” he groaned, pushing two fingers deeply into her and feeling her pussy clench around his digits. That was hot as fuck. Her slick sheath enveloped his fingers, sucking gently as her channel contracted.

“I…I…Okay,” she gasped, rocking her hips on his hand.

“Tell me to fuck you, Kira,” he ordered. He hooked the two fingers and dragged them inside.

“Oh, my…that feels so good.”

“Tell me,” he taunted, trailing his fingers inside her. “Tell me and I’ll do it. I’ll fuck your tight little pussy and fill you with my seed.” He leaned up, grabbed a clump of her hair and jerked her face to him. “You know you want that. Don’t deny it. You want me to fuck you.”

Her soft moans encouraged him. She might deny it, but she liked the words coming out of his mouth. “You loved riding me yesterday. My cock grinding into you and making you come.”

She gave a cry and dug her nails deeper into his arms. Her eyes widened full of heat, need and desperation. “Stop torturing me. Fuck me already.”

TWENTY-TWO

Kira might die any moment now. Luke’s fingers grazed her G-spot, sending shock waves through her body. Shudders and breathless gasps rocked her to the core.

Her legs widened more. He was so good at being dirty. The way he sucked her nipple into his mouth and his eyes flashed gold. The low rumble that sounded with every thrust into her pussy reminded her how good it was to have him inside her. How worshipped she felt.

He tugged his fingers from her pussy, lifting them to his nose. He shut his eyes and inhaled. “The scent of your sex, ripe, ready, and wanting is better than anything in the world.”

She gulped, her gaze in a trance on his movements. He brought his wet fingers to his lips and cleaned each off with his tongue, sucking the very core of her essence into his mouth.

Holy fuck. That was dirty and such a turn on. He even went as far as making the
mmmm
sound when he licked. Her pussy grasped at nothing. She could watch him lick his fingers all day.

“You are some kind of freaky,” she mumbled, beyond turned on that he liked the taste of her that much.

The heat in his eyes expanded. “You want freaky. I can give you freaky.”

She lost her breath as he dropped lower to bring his face flush to her pussy again. He curled his large arms around her big thighs and spread them farther apart. She wasn’t a flexible girl, but at the moment, her body felt boneless. He tugged her legs over his shoulders, lifting her ass off the edge of the bed. She grabbed chunks of his hair and leaned back, hanging on to him.

He probed her folds with his tongue. Tasting. Tormenting.

Everything from her hair to her toes felt aflame. Fire replaced her blood. Oxygen burned, driving into her lungs.

He speared her pussy with his tongue, driving in and pulling back. Her channel flexed around his tongue. She wanted, needed, more.

“Please, oh, please,” she moaned a soft cry.

A spasm raced through her body as he lapped at her pussy. He pressed his face into her folds, gliding his tongue up to her clit. To torture her, he danced it in circles over her aching pleasure center.

“You’re evil,” she groaned, her back curving into a bow. “Pure. Evil.”

Her skin felt tight. Hot. Like she was going to burst out of it any moment. Perspiration gathered on them. There was little need for a hearth fire when they could probably burn down the cabin with sex. He captured her clit between his teeth. Sensations rippled over her like massive waves crashing into the shore.

“Luke!” she screamed as she came.

There had been no warning. The word slipped through her lips and reverberated around the room. Her blinding lust for him took over her actions. She’d worry about the aftermath tomorrow. Right now, all she wanted was to enjoy the storm.

Her pussy contracted almost painfully, wanting to be filled. He continued to lap at her clit, drawing his tongue down to her entrance and sucking every drop of her scent.

She managed to take a breath and she was flipped onto all fours, her upper body clinging to the edge of the bed once again. With her nails curled into the blanket, she held on for dear life.

“Luke,” she groaned. “Hurry up.”

He caressed a hand down her back, raising goose bumps over her skin. “Hurry up and fuck you?” He laughed, the sound coming out like a roar. He spread her ass cheeks and pressed his cock to her entrance. He didn’t slide in, instead, he coated himself with her wetness by slipping it up and down her folds. “Hurry up and take you? Own you?” He reeled his hips back, once again placing the head of his cock at her pussy entrance. “Or maybe you want me to let my lion loose and finally show you how mine you are. Mine.”

He plunged deeply into her with a single hard thrust, filling her and making her sex quiver and flutter around his hot, thick length.

She dropped her head forward, her fingers clinched around the bed sheet. His fingers bit into her hips, pulling her ass back into his driving cock.

“Like that?” he asked, his voice floating over her back. “My dick deep inside you. Branding you.”

No. No. No.
She should not like it! But she did. She fucking loved it. She wanted more. Every drop of possessive alphaness in him made her want him more.

“You’re,” she gasped, “crazy. I am
not
yours.”

The words hadn’t left her mouth properly when his thrusts increased in speed. She smiled at the impact her words had. He was going to kill her, but this was the only way to go.

His punishing plunges left her breathless, gasping, and choking on bits of air trying to fight its way into her lungs.

He gripped her hair into his fist and yanked her head back. “You fucking are, Kira.” He fucked her with the power and agility of his animal. This wasn’t the man taking a stand. This was the beast teaching her a lesson. “Your pussy, your ass, and that mouth of yours belong to me.”

She moaned through a hard grinding of his hips into her ass. “No.”

“So the wet sucking sounds your pussy makes every time I pump into you isn’t real?” He ground out. She felt his body tensing at her back. Her need for him burned through her.

A loud gasp of pleasure escaped her throat. “I…I don’t know.”

He rocked his hips, driving his large cock deep into her sheath. “I know. I know those wet sucking noises your pussy is making means you’re soaked for me. And the more I fuck you, the wetter you get.”

He was so right. Every time he drove into her, her pussy clasped around his cock. Her folds tightened, imprisoning. When he pulled back, she felt empty again. Starved for more of him.

He moved a hand from her hip, around her leg and pressed it at her clit.

She screamed and jumped from the sensitivity. He stroked her in quick fluttering motions, still fucking her faster and faster.

“You’re mine, Kira.”

“No.” It took every scrap of strength she had in her to utter the word. Her body refused to agree with her. He had taken control of her down to the cellular level. Her body defied her, agreeing with him in his ownership of her.

He pinched her clit between two fingers. She cried out, her body unraveling so fast she could do nothing but let go. Her pussy gripped hard around his cock. He roared loudly by her ear, pushing a final time. He pulsed inside her, filling her with his cum.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take my cum, beautiful. Let me fill you and make you mine. I want you pregnant with my child. I want your curves even more luscious.”

She couldn’t argue with him. Her voice had gone. Her throat was dry. Hell, she couldn’t even remember her last name at the moment.

He continued grinding into her, another wave of hot pleasure sliding over her pores. Stars burst behind her lids. The lasts bits of tension drained away, leaving her feeling floaty. An endorphin high--better than anything she’d ever experienced.

If this was what sex with Luke would give her every time, she really needed to reconsider being his. How many times had a man given her orgasmic bliss? Never. Now all she needed was to get him to stop being such a Neanderthal about her belonging to him. She belonged to herself. He could, however, have her body whenever he wanted as long as she ended up coming like the world was going to end.