Savage Alpha (Alpha 8) (13 page)

Jonas drew out every last vestige of that release before looking up at her. Lily leaned back on her elbows, eyes dark and stormy as she watched him pleasuring her, the slope of her breasts pert, the deep rose-colored nipples plump and hard. Her pussy was the same deep rose, the lips there swollen and parted, her clitoris peeping out temptingly from beneath its hood. She was completely bared to him.

Jonas couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside her heat, with his cock buried to the hilt. “Look at me,” he ordered as her lids began to close over those revealing eyes. They instantly snapped open again. Jonas pulled a pillow from the top of the bed and pushed it under her bottom, raising her so that she was completely bared to him. “Watch as I enter you,” he rasped, then moved up on his knees and positioned his cock against her hungry opening. “Don’t look away, Lily. Don’t ever look away. I want you to know that it’s my cock inside you. Me taking you. Possessing you. Do you understand?”

Lily nodded. She would never have guessed Jonas was a talker when he made love. That he—

“Say the fucking words, Lily.” His voice was a low growl. “Say you want my cock inside you. That you’ll watch as I take you. Every fucking second.”

Her pussy was still pulsing from her climax, but she could feel herself contracting again, tightening, the juices eagerly flooding her entrance in readiness for taking that large cock. Even so, she knew it was going to stretch her to her limit. That Jonas was going to claim her in a way no other man ever had. And when it was over, she would still be able to feel him there, stretching her, filling her.

He pushed the head of his cock past her swollen nether lips. “Say it, Lily. Say it now. If you don’t—”

“I want your cock inside me.” Lily knew what he was going to say would—or rather, wouldn’t—happen if she didn’t, and the thought of being denied that magnificent cock now was unthinkable. “I want your cock, Jonas.” She reached up to grasp his arms. “I’ll watch.” How could she look away as all that pulsing flesh entered her? “Every second. Just—just do it now. Please. Take me. Do it now!” She arched her hips and managed to take another inch of him without his permission.

“Naughty,” he taunted as he pulled back again. “I know you like to take charge, and that you have all the men in your life twisted around you little finger when you want to. But I’m not like them. At least, not here. Not when we’re in bed together. Do you understand?”

“Stop asking me that.” She frowned up at him. “Of course I understand. Now give it to me. All of it. I want it now.” She was on fire with need for him, a sob catching in her throat as Jonas gave a hard smile and began to push inside her, slowly, half an inch at a time, until she thought she would go insane. “Stop torturing me!” She was the one to growl this time.

She gasped as he reared up and forward, entering her fully in one smooth, possessive stroke.

His cock did stretch her, past her limit, the fullness almost unbearable. But that pinch of pain only added to her pleasure as he began to slide in and out of her, and then pounded into her as if the wait had been too much for him too, and now he only wanted to take and keep on taking, to be so deep inside her there was no him or her, only them.

Lily lost track of how many times she climaxed, each one more gut-wrenchingly perfect than the last, until she was sobbing and crying out Jonas’s name, begging for more, for him to stop, and then just begging.

His cock grew even wider, longer, as his own climax approached, and Lily took him, all of him, matching stroke for stroke as she arched into him. “Come now, Jonas,” she ordered hoarsely. “Please…”

“You fucking little witch—” He broke off with a groan, his lips claiming hers in a hard and demanding kiss as his seed began to pump hotly inside her, taking her with him. His climax went on and on. “As soon as I’ve had chance to catch my breath, I’m going to take you here.” Jonas’s fingers were moistened with her juices as they stroked across the sensitive rosette between her bottom cheeks. “There isn’t going to be a part of you I haven’t taken. I’m going to ruin you, Lily, ensure that you’ll never be able to be with another man without remembering I had you first.”

Lily was too physically wrecked to do anything other than groan her agreement. Whatever Jonas wanted. However he wanted her. She was his now. He’d
already
ruined her for any other man.

Chapter 9

“What time is it?” Lily pushed the tangle of her hair from her face as she emerged from beneath the duvet. “Is it very late?” She stared out the bedroom window at the view of the darkening sky.

“Looks like it,” Jonas confirmed unconcernedly, his hair black and silky against the white of the pillow beneath him.

Had they really been in her bedroom long enough for it to grow dark?

The unfamiliar aches and overused muscles in her body said, yes they really had. It had been morning when they went to bed, and if her guess was correct, it was now late afternoon.

Jonas had kept his promise, making love to her over and over again, until there wasn’t an inch of her he hadn’t kissed, caressed, or claimed for his own before lifting her beneath the covers beside him and the two of them fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Lily’s cheeks warmed now from thinking of the intimacies they had shared. Lily had done her own share of laying claim to his body too as she explored and caressed every inch of him. Every hard, muscular inch.

She had taken him the last time, wild and demanding, insatiable as she moved to straddle his thighs and then slid her sheath down his length until she felt his sac pressing against her ass cheeks. And then she had begun to move, rocking gently at first, and then harder, faster, her nails digging into his chest as she took her pleasure again and again, and then allowing him to take his. The half-crescent marks of her nails were still visible on that bronzed flesh.

She turned away from the intensity of blue eyes watching her between thick dark lashes. “We really should eat.” She slipped from beneath the bedclothes to quickly grab up her robe, slipping it on and fastening the belt securely about her waist before turning back to face Jonas. “Breakfast and lunch is brunch. Is there a name for a cross between lunch and dinner? Linner doesn’t sound—”

“Lily.”

“—quite right,” she continued brightly, still avoiding looking at Jonas directly as she began to pick up her discarded clothes, while carefully avoiding disturbing any of his. “Whatever it’s called, I’m starving, so it’s time to shift your butt, Mr. Grayfeather, before I expire from—”

“Lily.” Jonas moved up onto his elbows, the duvet falling down to his waist. “There’s something I should have told you earlier.” He grimaced as he swung his legs out of the bed and sat up.

“You’re engaged? Married? Have half a dozen little Grayfeathers running about—”

“Evan died last night.” Jonas had tried and failed to think of a way to break this news to her gently. In the end, he had known there was no gentle way to tell someone a person they cared about had died. As Lily obviously cared for Evan.

“What?” She held her clothes defensively against her chest, her face paling to an ashy white.

“Evan died last night.”

“No…” She stumbled slightly, her clothes dropping to the floor unnoticed. “Don’t.” She put up a hand to stop Jonas as he would have risen to his feet and taken her in his arms. “I can’t— It can’t be true. Evan can’t be dead.” The tears in her eyes gave lie to her denial. “He was only at my apartment two nights ago. You saw him there. He can’t—” She crumpled to the floor as her legs gave way beneath her. “I don’t believe it. I don’t believe it!” She buried her face in her hands, her body racked by long and noisy sobs. “Oh dear God.” She began to rock back and forth. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

Jonas had never felt as impotent in his life as he did at that moment. Lily had made it clear she didn’t want him to touch her, and yet he instinctively wanted to take her in his arms, to comfort her, to share her pain, if she would let him.

But he knew after the disbelief would come anger.

And the only person there was for Lily to be angry with was him.

Whether he deserved it or not.

Grief wasn’t logical; it was a process. Denial. Anger. Lily wasn’t the type to bargain or suffer depression. She was also a long way from acceptance.

Jonas quietly dressed as Lily continued to rock and cry.

Her head snapped up, and she glared at him accusingly. “How long have you known?
How
did you know?”

“My police contact rang this morning. They’re now investigating a double murder.”

Her tears had stopped, but her face was still deathly pale. “You spoke to the police
this morning
and you waited until now to tell me?” She used the side of the bed to aid her as she moved back up onto her feet. “What the hell were you thinking?”

He shrugged. “What would you have done differently if I had told you six hours ago?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have spent all day in bed with you, for one thing! But maybe that’s why you didn’t tell me?” she scoffed. “If we’d gone back to town this morning, as you knew I would want to do—”

“What purpose would that serve?”

“—then today would never have happened, and once we were back in town, the opportunity may never have arisen again.”

“Stop it, Lily.” Jonas stood to grasp her arms and shake her slightly.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” she continued wildly. “You wanted to make sure you fucked me before I insisted we return to London and I was swallowed up by events and my brothers.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Jonas pushed her away from him. Her words stung, in spite of his having prepared himself for her outburst. “You wanted what happened today. You’ve been wanting it since we first met. Curious to fuck the savage—” He broke off with a wince as her cheeks became even paler. “We have to stop this,” he groaned. “Hurting each other isn’t helping anything.”

“It isn’t possible to hurt you.” Her eyes flashed with scorn. “You’re made of steel and bone, not flesh and blood.”

Jonas bit back his reply, knowing it would only escalate the argument to even more hurtful comments. The two of them had already said more than enough to each other.

Because Lily was wrong. He could be hurt. He was hurting now. He had opened himself up to her today. When they made love. When he held her afterward and the two of them had fallen asleep in each other’s arms. He had bared his soul, if not his heart, and Lily had thrown that back in his face.

Even now, Jonas could feel the protective barriers falling back into place over his emotions, until he was once again that man of steel and bone Lily had accused him of being.

“I want to go back to town,” she insisted stubbornly.

“And I said what purpose will it serve? The police are investigating. What do you think you can do that they can’t, other than put yourself back in danger?”

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing, Jonas. It feels wrong.
I
feel responsible—”

“That ridiculous, and you know it.”

Her mouth firmed. “I’m going back, with or without you.”

Jonas knew she was capable of doing it too, that she
would
walk all the way back to London if she had to. “Then I’m coming with you.”

She glanced out the window. “Will your vehicle be able to get through the snow?”

He could say no and put an end to this right now. Except for the fact he knew Lily would walk out of here. “The SUV has snow chains and four-wheel drive.”

She nodded. “Then we need to go now.”

His jaw tightened. “You need to dress and eat first, and then I’ll drive us back to town.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I am.”

“Then you eat.” She turned away.

“You’re going to eat too—we have no idea what’s waiting for us when we get back to town, or when you’ll get to eat again. You’ll eat now,” he repeated flatly.

Lily knew better than to argue with Jonas when he used that particular tone. He wasn’t even attempting to disguise the steel with his usual calm.

All
she
could think about was that Evan was dead.

She still couldn’t believe it.

He was so young, only twenty-seven. He and Todd had been dating for a year and talking about getting married.

Todd must be heartbroken. Inconsolable.

She knew the way he had behaved outside the theater yesterday wasn’t the real Todd, that he had been worried about Evan.

Justifiably, as it turned out.

“I didn’t come back to London to move into Knight House with you,” Lily repeated stubbornly, as she could see her eldest brother was about to insist she do exactly that.

She had done as Jonas instructed earlier and tried to eat some of the pizza he had cooked for them both, only to then break down and start crying again when she remembered the last pizza she had eaten had been shared with Evan. All she could think about was that he was dead and would never eat another pizza. Ever.

Jonas hadn’t insisted she eat again but had quietly cleaned up and then announced it was time for them to leave.

The walk in the darkness back to the car had been made in silence. The drive back to town too, apart from the occasional sob Lily hadn’t been able to suppress. Jonas was too busy concentrating on keeping the SUV on the road to make conversation, the snow falling once again, as had been forecasted.