Seeing Eye Mate (13 page)

Son of a bitch! Every ounce of blood in his body surged to his groin. The perfect sucking motion made him lose control. His fingers released her hair of their own accord. It was a good thing too, because his legs wouldn’t support him anymore. He collapsed forward, catching himself at the last second with his hands above her head and lodging his cock deep at the back of her mouth.

Caelan eased out just enough to keep her from choking but damned if she didn’t pull at his cock like someone was taking a sucker away from a two-year-old. He pressed back in again, knowing he shouldn’t, but knowing if he didn’t he’d die.

Tieran moaned around him, swallowing whenever she had the chance and tying his balls in knots.

“Jesus, baby, you gotta stop.
I
gotta stop,” he amended when her eyes widened as if to say, “I’m not doing anything!”

He slowly extracted himself. Not easy to do when she followed his movement, holding onto him for dear life. Finally she let go, scraping her teeth gently across the slick head.

“Don’t fucking do that again, my own,” he growled. “I’m trying not to come all over you.” He slid down her body and rested his sweaty forehead on hers. With supreme effort he drew breath into his lungs until the pounding in his dick subsided enough for him to move. One more touch and he was a goner.

“Sorry,” she said, breathing heavy herself. A smile tugged at her lips.

“Yes, I can see how sorry you are.”

“It was good then?”

Caelan looked at her, incredulous that she even had to ask. He launched himself backward and Tieran squeaked. Good. He liked to think he could keep her off balance sometimes.

“Time to get rid of these jeans, my own.” He attacked the button and zipper and yanked both the jeans and her underwear over her hips and off her legs, throwing them on the floor and leaving her drenched pussy open for his touch.

Lowering his head, he swiped the length of her labia with the flat of his tongue. He heard her breath catch and caught her hips in his hands when she lifted off the bed. Sweet and spicy. Inhaling, he flooded his senses with her essence, and that of their unborn child nestled inside her womb.

With his palm, he rubbed a small circle on her belly, encircling the tiny embryo that would one day be a person. Tieran sighed and laid her hand on top of his.

Did she know? Was it possible? He mentally shrugged it off and tugged her swollen clit between his lips.

“Caelan.” Her back arched and her thighs squeezed at his ears. With one last deep kiss to her pussy, he backed away. Before she could gather her wits, he flipped her onto her stomach, startling her with his quickness.

“I’ve waited long enough to have you this way, baby.” He lifted her hips with one arm and stuffed a pillow underneath her with the other, effectively propping her ass in the air. The perfect position for a true wolf mating which would allow him access to the slope of her shoulder and neck, where another one of his bites would mark her for all time.

“You are a truly beautiful woman.” He spread her thighs and settled between them, lining up his cock with her glistening entrance and spreading the moisture pooling there with the tip.

Tieran snorted. “That’s what they all say,” she mumbled into her pillow.

Caelan jerked, his dick slipping off her pussy and along the crack of her cheeks. She squealed and squirmed around his shaft. Not even the sensation of her squeezing him could disperse the hot-blooded jealousy rearing its ugly head.

“Who’s they?” he demanded. He’d kill the motherfuckers, rip their throats out with his bare hands. Not because of the beautiful remark, anyone with eyeballs could see that, but because they’d gotten to touch her first.

And then you’d be no better than the killer you’re looking for
, his brain taunted him, taking over his emotions. He loosened his bruising grip on her thighs.

She let out a breath. “Nobody, Caelan. It was a figure of speech.”

“I’m sorry, my own,” he said leaning over her and kissing the nape of her neck, “but you’re mine and I don’t want to ever think about anyone else touching you.” He shifted his hips, gliding his cock over her crease again. “One of these days I’m gonna fuck this sweet ass of yours, baby.” She tensed. “I’ll make it good for you, working my fingers in and out of your tiny hole ‘til it’s stretched and ready for my cock. Think about how good it’ll feel.” He rasped his teeth over the nape of her neck.

Tieran moaned and leaned back into his groin. “Please, Caelan, I need you.”

Caelan slipped a hand under her and palmed her mound. “So slick, sweetheart.” He slid his fingers through the puffy flesh of her labia, spreading her cream, then circled her swollen clit.

“Oh.” She widened her knees and ground her pussy on his fingers, rubbing herself back and forth. “Now, Caelan, do it now. I’m so—oh crap,” she panted when he pinched the distended bundle of nerves. “I’m going to come.”

“Not yet, my own.” He pulled his hand away and guided his cock to the ripe, wet opening. Slowly he pushed in, savoring every millimeter of her vagina gripping him until he was seated to his balls. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched, teasing him.

“Move,” she begged.

Caelan bit into the soft skin where her shoulder met her neck, holding her in place when she began to writhe, forcing her into submission. He smiled when she stilled.

Keeping his teeth planted on her smooth shoulder, he started rocking gently into her. He wanted to draw this out, take her to the edge again and again, and drive her into begging for release. One of her hands came up and sharp fingernails dug into his ass. He growled and stopped moving, telling her without words to remove her claws.

At first she sank them deeper and he envisioned them making small crescent shapes on his butt. “Don’t stop. Jesus, God, go faster, something,” she screamed. He bit down on the flesh in his mouth, warning her to be still, that he was in control of this session, not her. After several seconds she relented with a whimper.

His lips curved as he resumed his slow torture.

Sweat beaded his forehead. Her torture was his too. His balls contracted, drawing energy to force an explosion of seed. Caelan released his bite and licked along the wound he’d inflicted.

“You are mine,” he growled and slammed into her, driving his cock against her womb. Tieran grunted with the force.

“Whose are you?”

When she didn’t answer he placed a hand on the small of her back and reached with the other one to her clit. The bud was tight as a pebble. With one touch she jerked and tried to rub against his finger. He wouldn’t let her and held her in place. There was no space for her to move between the pillow underneath her and his hand on her back.

“Whose are you?” he demanded, sweat dripping on her cheek as he leaned over her.

“Yours,” she cried. “Yours.”

His cock jolted at her acceptance. He pulled his hand off her clit and released her back to hold both her hips. The slaps of their bodies echoed in the small bedroom, mirroring the sucking sounds coming from her pussy as he drove himself in and out of her body.

“Make it stop,” she shouted and fisted a hand in the comforter.

“Never, Tieran. This is…too good…never want…to…stop.” He thrust into her one last time, her tight pussy wringing every last drop of come and milking him with her own convulsions.

Caelan collapsed on top of her and buried his nose in the silkiness of her hair.

“Oh, God. Oh. God.” She twitched every few seconds around his length sending tiny lightning bolts of sensations through his cock.

He never wanted to leave this spot.

“Get off me, I can’t breathe.”

Caelan laughed and relaxed with a whoosh. He was thinking about how he didn’t ever want to move and she blurted out something as mundane as not being able to breathe. Damn. He rolled to one side, disengaging from her as he went and gritting his teeth as her vaginal walls tried to suck him back in. See, her pussy didn’t care that her lungs couldn’t get air.

He pulled her to his chest, spooning her and wiping the hair off her face. If what she’d said earlier about having another vision came true, she was probably in for a long night. He sighed and closed his eyes on the memory of her subtle accusation.

Caelan caressed the new mark he’d given her with his thumb and placed a gentle kiss on the red welts forming there. Her breathing slowed and her body melted into his as she drifted off into a sated sleep.

She had submitted to his dominance. His heart swelled with fierce pride for his mate even as his brain warned him that their relationship would never be stable until she accepted that Eli wasn’t the one responsible for the deaths of those women.

On top of all this, he still had to worry about her becoming a victim herself. Somehow he had to keep a lock on her ability. If word got out, it would draw attention to her like a moth to a flame. Any shifter would be able to smell that she’d conceived as well. If the killer was after alpha mates, then Tieran already had a target painted on her back. With her gift, she didn’t need any help attracting attention, which is exactly what their baby would do.

With both arms he gathered her closer, cradling her tightly to him, their bodies sticky in the aftermath.

No one would ever get to his mate.

Not without going through his dead body first.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He slapped the steering wheel with his open palm and guided the coasting vehicle to the side of the road. The dash was as dark as the rest of the interior of the small car. A strong whiff of leather assaulted his nose when he shifted in the driver’s seat. He was going to be fucking late for his meeting with this Christian guy. Gravel crunched under the wheels on the shoulder of the two-lane desolate highway.

Night had completely set in around him, adding to the already dark shadows of the woods bordering both sides of the road. They called to him, whispering in the wind to shift and go for a run. He stared into their inviting depths and wished he could.

An image formed in his head of a lithe, nubile body. He pictured her wearing a T-shirt and panties, and stretched out under a sheet on her bed. Blood flooded his groin. His cock jumped against the button-fly of his jeans.

Goddamn, what he would give to sink into her pussy. To feel her tight heat grasp his cock and hear her cries as she came long and hard around him. Someday soon, she would. Lately, whenever he was near her, her scent drove him crazy. It teased him, making his dick twitch.

As it stood now, he could hardly sleep for wanting her and his cock sported a perpetual hard-on. He’d tried to ease it with other women to no avail. His body only wanted its mate. His heart did too.

He pressed the heels of his palms into his eye sockets. Up until now he’d never had one problem with his Mustang GT. His baby had run perfectly, was fine-tuned whenever he had a spare moment, buffed to a sparkling black shine every weekend. The damn thing was only a year old, anyway. He cursed his luck and unclipped the cell phone from his waistband. With his thumb, he flipped it open and glared at the screen.

No fucking service. “Son of a bitch,” he bit out, throwing the offending phone into the seat next to him.

In the middle of nowhere, no phone service, with a car that chose tonight to dick around. His plans were royally screwed over. He grabbed his mini-flashlight from the glove box, flicked it on and glanced at the TAG Heuer watch circling his wrist. Ten-fifteen. They were supposed to have met at ten. The scar on his shoulder suddenly blazed with pain. He gritted his teeth against the searing sensation ripping through his upper arm and covered the six-inch puckered line with his empty hand. He’d received the injury one night when another shifter who thought he was better than everybody else had challenged him. He still hadn’t forgiven the wolf who’d given it to him. With a sly smile, he remembered giving as good as he’d gotten. Little fucker still pissed people off, despite his rank in the community.

“Christ.” The pain wrenched through the years-old wound again. The flesh had been flayed open by the teeth of the wolf and hadn’t healed the way wolves typically heal. It had taken longer and been more painful than any other injury inflicted upon him. Why in the hell was it acting up now, when it hadn’t bothered him for ages?

He turned the key and hoped his car’s electrical short circuit, and his phone’s, was due to some anomaly in the area.

The only sound that greeted him was a soft whir, whir, of the engine failing, not the usual mind-blowing, deep-throated roar that accompanied his specialized exhaust system. His championship thoroughbred had been turned into a whinnying, wobbly-legged foal. A fact that was completely incongruent with an electrical malfunction.

“Damn it.” He pushed open the door and slammed his hand down on the roof of his prized possession. No cars had passed him in the few minutes he’d sat on the side of the road, no sign of life.

This wasn’t the way tonight was supposed to go. Instead of finishing his job, it looked like he was going to get his run in after all. He toed off his shoes and yanked his pants off, pissed at the turn of events.

Again, a beautiful face swam into focus, making his cock thicken. Fuck soon enough, he needed her now.