Untamed: an Alpha's Love (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) (2 page)

CHAPTER THREE

"He really did it!" she sobbed to Parker on the phone as she started the Jeep with shaking hands, her tote and pile of belongings piled on the passenger seat. She'd thrown everything she could grab into her car. A neglected spider plant peered from beneath a blazer on her floor, its leaves tapering to dried brown ends. The backseat was strewn with stuff. She hadn't wanted to leave anything for anyone else to box up, particularly not Christopher. The thought of him touching anything of hers ever again made her skin crawl.

Scottie stood in the parking lot, hands shoved deep in his pockets, watching her leave, until Christopher came outside behind him. Through her windshield she watched her brother sling his arm around Scottie's shoulder to escort him back inside, but not before casting a smug glance in her direction. So that was part of Christopher's game, too—alienating the very last tie to her pack and her family so there was no way she could talk to him in secret. She recalled Scottie's words when she was boxing up her office, the change in tone from his "Christopher's a bully" words of the other day. Obviously her brother had gotten to Scottie.
Well,
s
crew Christopher. And screw Scottie, too, if he wants to side with that bastard.

And then she realized Christopher would be counting on just that attitude and she admonished herself. Scottie was just hurt, he'd come around in time. But Christopher? Christopher was the devil himself.

"Come home, Baby." Parker's soothing voice on the other end of the phone line only eased the surface pain. Her entire body ached with the betrayal, and she wished she were already there, in their desert hideaway, cuddled safely in his strong arms.

"He took my keys..." she sniffled, "and he told me not to call anyone. I can't even call my mom!"

"Don't cry," he crooned. "It's not good for the baby when you're so upset. Come home to me. We'll figure it out. You won't really be cut off from your family, I promise."

Relief washed over her. "I'm on my way." Her tires gripped the gravel of the parking lot Gillis-Vella, Inc. for the last time, and she headed for the only home she had left in the world.

***

Parker was in the kitchen when she returned, her tears spent on the road so that she didn't think she could cry another one if she had a gun to her head. He was chopping a pineapple in just his sweatpants, and for a moment she lingered silently in the doorway, watching the muscles ripple beneath his golden skin as he worked the knife. His long fingers wrapped around the handle, commanding the blade, and his biceps and abs flexed with each slice. She'd brushed him off that morning when he'd tried to make love to her because she was afraid of being late to work. It seemed trivial now; not only because she no longer had the job but because she couldn't imagine anything she'd rather do than lose herself in him.
I should've stayed in bed with my gorgeous husband.

She dropped her purse onto a stool and slid out of her jacket.

He turned and gazed at her, his jaw graced with an extra day's growth because he hadn't yet shaved, his light green eyes taking in the welcome sight of her. "You okay?" he asked, setting the knife down on the cutting board.

"I'm fine." At his knowing frown she sighed and corrected herself. "I'm not fine, actually."

"I'm sorry, Babe," he murmured. "I know how hard you worked there. He's a bastard for doing this to you."

"I don't want to talk about it right now. Maybe later. Right now I just want to forget about this morning."

"You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

She nodded.

"Okay. I have a thought, then." Carefully he plucked a cube of fruit from the glass dish in front of him and padded toward her. When he stood in front of her with the pineapple she opened her mouth obediently, like a baby bird, and the tart sweetness bloomed on her tongue as she chewed and swallowed it. A tiny drop of juice escaped the corner of her mouth and Parker leaned in and kissed the moisture away before brushing his lips across hers, ever so lightly. Her breath caught as she felt his body heat radiating from his bare chest. He was inches from her but not touching her, his eyes darkening with lust. Just like that, she forgot about the morning entirely.

"More," she breathed.

"More pineapple?" he teased, reaching for another piece. That wasn't what she'd meant and he knew it, but her lips parted anyway for the yellow slice and he slid it into her mouth, fingers and all, so that she sucked both fruit and fingers at the same time, her tongue caressing his flesh as she ground the juicy pulp between her teeth.

"
Fuck
," Parker groaned and guided her hand to the obvious erection tenting his sweatpants. Her fingers wrapped around the bulge instinctively.

"That's all it takes?" She couldn't suppress the smile dancing across her lips, though Parker wasn't smiling at all, not anymore. His eyes blazed at her, dark and needy.

"Yeah, that's all it takes," he growled, his fingers hurrying down the placket of her blouse, impatiently undoing every button. Her top whispered to the floor and he yanked at the camisole beneath it. Soon that was off, too, tossed into the corner. His hands reached around her back to unfasten her bra, which wound up dangling from a drawer pull by its strap. Through his pants she squeezed him, hard, and he let out a low, feral groan as he hoisted her onto the counter top and nuzzled between her breasts. "Let me make it go away," he murmured into her cleavage.

At his words the little embers that had been kindling in her belly burst into full flame, and when his teeth grazed her nipple she felt it between her thighs, a hot, heavy pulse. The tip of his tongue traced her aureole before flicking at her nipple again, making her cry out. His fingers grasped the other one, and he pinched, almost too hard, as he suckled its twin. Pleasure radiated across her chest, and her belly cramped with desire. The seam of her pants cut into her, through her panties, and she rocked against it on the countertop, trying to relieve her ache, but Parker grabbed her hips and held her fast.

"My pants," she gasped.

"Leave them on," he commanded hoarsely, pressing her back onto her elbows with one palm and resuming his exploration of her torso, his lips tracing every line of her flesh. His tongue savored the pebbled nipples again and again until she writhed and panted beneath his ministrations. She was fully trembling, her entire body aflame.
Please
, she begged silently,
please, please, please...

At last he took mercy on her. Through her delirium she felt his fingers undo the button at her waistband and draw them around her hips. "Lie back," he commanded, tugging them down her thighs. He planted little kisses over the flesh he uncovered, until she was bare-legged, her pants and shoes tossed behind Parker somewhere.

"I like these," he murmured as his hand cupped her calf, gliding over the sheer trouser sock.

She giggled. "They're just socks."

"They feel sexy, like stockings." His grasp slid down to her ankle and he drew her foot up until the heel rested against his shoulder. Then he took the other calf, ducking down to kiss below her knee where the stocking stopped. His hand caressed her foot before he placed it on his shoulder, too. "You look hot like this."

She was sprawled across their kitchen counter, wearing only panties and socks, and he thought she looked hot? She wouldn't argue. After all, he was wearing just his old sweatpants and he took her breath away. She looked back at him and realized he wasn't wearing sweatpants anymore. Somewhere in the course of undressing her he must've shoved them down, because he was gloriously naked. His hard male length strained toward her.

"Oh, please..." she begged, licking her lips as she watched the telltale bead of moisture form on its head. She tried to scoot toward him, but he held her fast.

"Not yet."

"
Please
, Parker..." She was molten, aching for him to sink into her greedy heat.

"Nope." One hand slid between her parted thighs and over the satin-covered mound. She watched him touching her, intent on what he was doing. His eyes were hooded when he looked back at her. "You're soaking wet. Right through your panties." He leaned over to capture her mouth in a deep, slow kiss. "Want me to put you out of your misery?" he whispered.

"Yes!"

"I want to make you come with my fingers."

"Do it."

He slipped two fingers into her with ease, and she whimpered as they honed in on the most sensitive spot within her. He curled them inside her, picking up a steady rhythm as his thumb swiped across her clit. Almost instantly she felt the gathering begin, a tight coiling that tugged from her spine to her bellybutton.

"Yes..." She breathed. "Oh, yes... right there..." Parker increased his movements, his fingers working expertly within her, no longer coaxing her orgasm but demanding it. Her scalp tingled and her eyes fluttered shut as she felt the approach of her climax surround her. She clenched her interior muscles around him, arching against his controlled thrusts, panting softly. Each time his fingers slid out and dipped back inside her she could hear the little clicking sounds, in cadence with her breath now.

"Oh, Parker..." Her panting mixed with little whimpers. Above her Parker kept up a stream of murmured praise for her responsiveness as he played her body like a piano, his fingers nimble and everywhere they needed to be to make the sweet notes of her delight.

Her whimpers turned to keening, a fever pitch of nonsense and noises. She felt herself burst apart, every inch of her exploding and scattering into the wind before being sucked back into one piece. It went on and on and she rocked against his hand, losing her footholds on his shoulders as she squeezed her thighs tightly together to prolong the ecstasy. She gulped for air, realizing she'd stopped breathing when her climax hit her, and now she couldn't draw it back into her lungs fast enough. Parker's hand was still tucked into her moist junction, his thumb still pressed against her swollen clit. He kept his hand on her until she curled her legs away from him and closed her eyes.

She realized he was stroking himself when he urged her in a strangled voice to spread her legs back apart. "It'll be fast, Baby," he promised hoarsely, and it was. Within seconds he groaned, "Oh, fuck!" and warm splashes followed his words, coating her belly and thighs. He collapsed on top of her, his face burrowed between her breasts as he caught his own breath. "Oh, God, that was beautiful," he murmured after a moment.

"Mmmm," she replied, still basking in the aftershocks.

"I love you." His lips found hers, sweet and nearly chaste after what they'd just shared. "My gorgeous wife." He gazed into her eyes and kissed her again, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips. "I can't get enough of you."

Her fingers tangled in his hair and she kissed him back with mounting passion. She couldn't get enough of him, either. Already, her blood was singing in her veins.

But the countertop, now that she was conscious of it, wasn't the most comfortable venue for lovemaking. "I think my hair is in the pineapple," she mused, and they both dissolved into breathless giggles.

"You're all sticky," he agreed gleefully, hauling her upright and into his arms. "Let's get cleaned up. I'm not done with you, anyway."

CHAPTER
FOUR

"Why are we showering if you're just going to get me all dirty again?" Charmaine's voice was languid as he lathered her hair, massaging her scalp with gentle circles.

"You had pineapple juice in your hair and sticky thighs," he reminded her, wiping a clump of foam off her forehead and planting a kiss there. "And I didn't shower yet today. I was trying to be courteous."

"Mmm, you were courteous, all right." At her tone his groin tightened. She rarely talked dirty or made erotic insinuations, and when she did it got to him every time.

He turned her under the spray and watched as the water rinsed the shampoo away, leaving her as sleek as a mermaid, rivulets of water dripping down her full breasts. He captured her mouth with his and kissed her as the water cascaded over them, his fingers gripping into her buttocks, lifting her against him until her toes barely brushed the tile floor. Her tits were slick against him, her hard nipples grazing his chest. He felt the nest of hair prickling against his thigh and suppressed the urge to push her against the wall and slam inside of her. She'd already had her back to one hard surface today. The next time had to be a bit more comfortable. He had a hard time remembering he couldn't be so rough with her now.

"You're not getting clean," she teased when they parted for air. Slipping flat onto her feet she reached for the soap. "Allow me."

He closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation of her soapy hand tugging on him, squeezing and corkscrewing until the blood rushed in his ears. She lathered both hands and put the soap back in its holder and then both hands were on him, one massaging his sac while the other worked his length. He was cupped and squeezed and tugged at the most maddening pace, never fast enough to get him close. She was teasing him, and she was doing an excellent job of it. He grinned as he realized this was payback for making her beg earlier. Fine. He'd beg, he'd get on his knees, he'd do whatever she wanted. He was completely in her thrall.

And then her soapy hand slid into the crevice between his buttocks, and he held his breath as she soaped and rinsed, her fingers never settling anywhere, until he was so hard he thought he'd explode at the slightest touch. But he didn't, not when she dropped to her knees to suck him into her mouth and not when she moaned softly around him as she swallowed more and more of his length. Not even when he felt himself nudging at the back of her throat, watching the rapture on her face as she took every inch of him.

But when she peeked through her eyelashes and whispered, "You taste pretty clean to me," the pressure in his balls built to a glorious peak. He hauled her to her feet and pressed her to the tiled wall.

"Fuck, Charmaine, do you have any idea what you do to me?" he groaned.

"I have an idea." Her lips hovered millimeters from hers. "But you can still tell me."

"I want to show you instead."

Her blue eyes widened and he saw the flush build in her cheeks. She licked her lips and he wrestled with the animal part of him that urged him to bite her wet mouth and slam into her right there. "Show me, then." Her voice was husky with desire and her hand on him felt hot, even through the warm water of the shower.

He turned the water off and carefully wrapped her in a towel before scooping her into his arms and carrying her to their bed. He wiped away every drop of water, starting with her face, and wrung the moisture from her hair before easing her back on their bed.

She lay spread before him like a perfect feast, but he didn't trust himself to be inside her, not in that state. Not yet. He kneeled beside her and ran his hands over every inch of her. Her eyes never left the throbbing heat between his leg growing bigger and needier by the second.

"Do you know what you to do to me?" she whispered, so softly he could barely hear her. When he shook his head she guided his hand down, down, between her thighs, spreading them wide and slicking his fingers into her wetness. He stroked her and watched her lips part. The flush was back in her cheeks, her eyes bright.

When he dipped his head for a taste he was greeted by her familiar tartness on his tongue. Just a faint trace of her musk tickled his nostrils, but it was enough to garner an answering twitch of his cock.
God, she's delicious
. With his own need all but forgotten, he buried his face between her ivory thighs and lost himself in the joy of pleasuring her with his mouth.

It didn't take much. Within moments she arched her back and cried out, and he let her sweet nectar flow over his tongue before he climbed between her legs and slipped inside of her, no longer worried if he'd last very long. He'd given her pleasure, and that was the important thing. Beneath him she was gorgeous, completely uninhibited in her lovemaking, twined around him and making the most beautiful sounds he'd ever heard. When he came it was like a flag unfurling in the wind, and he allowed himself to be battered on the breeze before rippling free.