Xan's Feisty Mate (14 page)

His hands began lifting the top up and over her head, leaving her in the sexy demi bra that made her breasts look amazing. Damn! He stepped back to stare at the black and gold flawlessness of her standing with her hands on her hips in a barely there lacy bra and skirt. Impatience won out. The need to see if she had on a matching pair of panties made him move forward and shove the flowy skirt down her hips, watching it pool at her feet.

She kicked the material aside, and he kept his eyes on the dainty perfection of her toes, waiting like a child on Christmas before opening his present. Only this time his gift was going to be Breezy.

He let his eyes trail up the supple flesh of her calves, to the thighs he couldn’t wait to kneel between, until he came upon the matching black and gold scraps of material. “Turn around, Breezy. Show me what type of panties those are.” If it was a thong he was sure she was trying to kill him. The tiny strings on the sides were little ribbons, he knew would easily snap with a slight flick of his wrist. He waited, breath held while she made a show of rolling her hips as she turned, presenting him with the most fabulous ass. “A thong. Damn, I fucking love you, Breezy. I love these sexy panties, too. If you want to keep them, I suggest you step out of them slowly, or quickly. I can’t make up my mind.”

His mate giggled, looking over her shoulder, she shimmied her ass, worked her thumbs in the sides, and damn near caused his heart to stop as she bent while pulling the thong off. “Lord have mercy.”

Standing back up, she twirled the tiny scrap in her fingers. “Would you like to keep these as a trophy?”

Like a shot, his control broke. Xan snatched her hand holding the thong and pulled them to his nose. Their little play had affected her, just as it had him. The wet material went into the front of his jeans. “I’ll keep you for my trophy,” he growled, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Their lips brushed against each other’s.

The little bite of pain from her sharp nails felt better than good, had his balls tightening. His tongue pushed past her lips, stroking inside while he cradled the back of her head in one hand and palmed one breast in the other. He wanted to ravish every inch of her, starting with her lips. Using his tongue, he fucked her mouth before moving down to lick at the now healed mark on her neck. Little shivers made her quake in his grip.

He maneuvered them to the bed, flicking his wrist over the enclosure on the back of the bra, needing to feel her nakedness as he worked his lips, teeth, and tongue over every bit of flesh on her. “Up you go,” he instructed, lifting her onto the high bed.

Xan was sure he could, and was, becoming addicted to Breezy, and was absolutely fine with that state.

Soft, breathy little sighs came from deep within her, the sounds spurred him on, his wolf howled, making the hunger for his mate burn hotter and brighter than ever before. He’d never experienced mating heat, and was glad the first time was with Breezy.

The sensual spell they were both under couldn’t last, and he had every intention of taking advantage of it, and making damn sure she was satisfied every bit as him. He licked a slow path to her right breast, nipping the firm tip before doing the same to its twin, her soft, kittenish sounds coming from her throat spurred him on. If his mate came from him sucking on her tits, he wasn’t sure he’d last more than a thrust into her tight core.

She laughed. “You have excellent recovery time.”

He gave her a sharper bite, making her finger jerk in his hair. “Am I projecting again, bella?”

The heated gaze in her eyes made the look she was going for, not so sweet and innocent. It was like a match to a stick of dynamite, just waiting for the explosion. He was the big boom, and she had just lit the end of the short fuse.

Each nip or lick had more of her sweet cream weeping from her sex, her arousal flooding the air around them.

He would make love to her long and hard, brand her with his entire being so that she’d remember him, even when he wasn’t with her.

Between her thighs, the evidence of her slick flesh waiting to be gobbled up was evident, and he couldn’t wait to eat her like a favorite treat.

“You’re so damn pretty down here, and wet. Gods, you are my every dream come true, and some I didn’t even know I had.”

She sifted her fingers through his hair. “You make me tremble. I had no clue you were such a sweet man. I just knew I loved you, and wanted you.” Tears were in her eyes. “How did I get so lucky?”

He smiled a wicked lift of his lips. “You got it wrong. I’m the lucky one.” He parted the lips to her sex, and gave her a long slow lick, making her buck against him. Yeah, he could spend hours feasting on her. A hoarse shout broke from Breezy, her hips lifting, jerking upward.

Her clit was swollen and red. He teased it, blew on it before sucking it into his mouth, making her shudder. He licked through the swollen folds, up and down the narrow slit, a quick lick that made sure she felt the lash of pleasure. A deep hunger clawed at him to surge inside the tight clasp of her pussy, but he wanted to have her come on his tongue again, needed it like he needed his next breath of air.

“So good, you taste so good, sweet like the best bourbon I’ve ever had,” he groaned.

Chapter Ten

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B
reezy screamed Xan’s name, each stroke of his tongue across her sensitized pussy had her arching closer to his mouth. The vibrations of his rumble made her need for more even higher. “Make me come, damn you.”

“Not yet,” he growled. “You aren’t begging me.”

Her body writhed, the clawing hunger from his torment putting her on edge. “Yes, yet,” she demanded.

Their gazes met and locked, and he let her watch as he inserted two large digits into her, sucking her clit into his mouth, growling as he did so. The vibrations mixed with the pulsing fingers sent her over the edge. She was beyond begging. When she cried out and asked him to fuck her, he surged up, filling her hard and fast.

She fought for control, for every breath. Watching the thick crest disappear inside her as he pushed inside and slowly pulled out, the stretching bite of pain exactly what she needed.

“God, I love watching your snug little pussy take me. It’s almost enough to make me come.” He grit his teeth.

The slight burn as he worked in and out, his cock glistening with her juices, his words making her cry out. Each time he buried his flesh deep inside her, she swore it couldn’t get better, the fierce thrusts sent her closer. “Love you so hard.”

“Love you harder.” He covered her mouth with his. His movements became frenzied, faster, harder, driving into her with desperation that sent need lashing through her.

She was covered from head to toe with Xan, his tongue in her mouth, cock inside her, each stroke drove her closer until she was crying out. Turning her head to the side, she bit his neck, exploding into ecstasy. Her internal muscles clamped down on his cock, each ridge and vein she felt as he came deep in shuddering waves. His own teeth clamped down on her neck.

She lay half on him, their bodies slickened with sweat, feeling almost boneless. The thought of being taken tried to rear its ugly head, but she forced it away. Her mate wouldn’t allow anyone to take her, not if he had breath in his body. She would fight just as hard to protect him.

“I really love this mating heat thing,” Xan murmured.

“Me, too. You ready for round two?”

He trailed his hand down her back, fingers sliding between the cheeks of her ass. “You ready for me to claim you here?”

Every nerve tingled at the thought of being claimed in the most primal way. “Every inch of me is yours.”

“Just as every inch of me is yours.” He gathered juice from the loving, tracing a path back to the forbidden opening.

“Does that mean I get to do the same to you?” She couldn’t help tease him.

A firm smack on her ass had her laughing, while a sexual heat lit up her backside. “I’ll let you do anything you want to my cock as long as it involves entering any part of your body,” he assured her.

He stilled beside her, concentration etched on his features. Without asking what was wrong, or interrupting, she knew Kellen was speaking with him. The short wait seemed to take an eternity, her heart beating like a trapped animal. The only reason the alpha would interrupt them was if he had new information, or if Xan was needed. Blue eyes blinked down at her, the expression one she was learning only too well.

“You need to go and I can’t go with you,” she stated.

Xan nodded. “Your safety is my number one priority. There is a breakthrough and if we strike hard and fast, Kayan and his group believe we can take down the enemy before they realize we are onto them.”

Her mind knew it was the best action, but her heart and soul warred with each other. She swallowed her instant denial. “Go, I’ll be fine.”

He kissed her, then sat up on the side of the bed resting with his elbows on his knees. “Fuck, I hate leaving you.” He ran his hands down his face.

She didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t sound like a pussy. In the end she stayed silent, knowing he needed her to be strong. She was strong, damn it. She’d taken a lashing that would’ve killed most. Beatings no child should suffer and had the scars to show for it. Her back hit the headboard, eyes lifting to his. “Go. I’ll find Lyric and we’ll get reacquainted or some shit.”

His eyes flared. “You’re sexy when you swear.”

Her gaze jerked down to his lap, widening at the sight of his erection bobbing at attention. “You really need to be going, or Kellen will be storming in here. Imagine him finding us fucking like bunnies.”

Xan stood up laughing. “That’s Rowan’s fantasy, not mine.” He grinned. “When he changed for the first time, my sister explained some of the things a shifter goes through after they shift. The need to hunt, eat, and fuck. He so eloquently asked if he was going to hunt Bambi, want to fuck it and then eat it.” The last was said on a chuckle.

Breezy stared as her mate bent and began getting dressed, wishing he didn’t have to leave so soon. Gods, but the man had to have the best body this side of everywhere.

“You checking me out, mate?” He asked, snapping the button on a pair of snug denim.

A yawn overtook her before she could answer. “Well, yes, yes I am.” She covered her mouth as another yawn broke free.

“Why don’t you skip chatting with Lyric and get some rest. I’ll let your brothers and father know to watch our door. Nobody but me in or out.”

She raised her eyebrows, making him amend his statement with a little addendum that she could come and go as well. Snuggling down into the still warm bed, she watched warily as he rose and left the room. The sound of him leaving left a small ache, but she knew he’d be back before she woke, and besides, they could always reach each other through their mate connection she reassured herself. She closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep almost immediately.

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S
tepping into what he was going to start calling the war room, Xan couldn’t believe what had changed in the hours he’d been gone. Kellen and his once laid back office with the black leather couches and recliners, where they’d fucked, and did more debauchery than he cared to think about, was now filled with computers, and other electronic devices. Rowan and his Phantom Team were gathered around the machines, while the alpha was lounging behind his big ass desk. Xan shook his head. “What the fuck is going on that I had to leave my mate.” He waved his arm in the direction of Rowan. “What’s all this?”

“That my friend, is harshing my mello.” Kellen rubbed his temple.

Rowan raised his arm, middle finger extended, but didn’t say a word, nor turn around.

“See that? Insubordination. I’m your fucking alpha. Don’t give me the middle finger, asshole.” Kellen pointed his highball glass filled with amber liquid toward the men’s backs.

Xan scoffed. “Again, why am I here, instead of buried in my mate?” He poured himself a drink.

“Is that all you think about, wolfman?” Coyle asked, standing up from his slouched position. The big man’s dark skin with tattoos would rival any of the Iron Wolves.

Xan tilted his head, studying the other man before answering. “Here’s the way of it. We have a code. When a man is fucking his mate cause she’s in mating heat, you don’t fuck with them. Period. Unless it’s a real good reason.” He tilted his head back, swallowing the liquid in one drink, sure he wasn’t going to like what they said next.

“Damn, I like that code. Unfortunately, this couldn’t wait.” He indicated the monitors.

Coyle made room for him to see the images they were looking at. “That’s near where we found Breezy and the bitch.”

Kayan glanced at him. “Across the street. The CCV monitor picked up these guys an hour after we left. I was able to track their movements by doing a little playing with the satellites.”

According to the law, he was sure that wasn’t legal, but Xan and the Iron Wolves didn’t live by human laws. Hell, they were the law.

The two vehicles that had come to the site, clearly searching for their lost one, was careful to not let onlookers know. If Xan hadn’t known, he’d have thought they were regular men. Well, maybe not regular with the camo and shit, but lots of guys preferred to dress in that type of clothing. He just wasn’t one of them. A glance at the five men with Rowan and he was sure they had a closet full of camo in some form.

“Do we know where their final destination is, or what? I’m really about the end, not the middle shit here, boys. I got better things to be doing than watching some dead men driving. Feel me?” He checked the time, frowning at the hour. “It’s close to midnight. If we head out now, we can hit while they are all either in bed, or tired.”

Rowan turned, black eyes unblinking. “I’ve called in a few markers. We’ll have some backup who are going to attack north of their borders, and we’ll go in on the south side. From what I can see, which by the way isn’t a whole hell of a lot, they have a pretty nice hunk of land. Satellite pictures show several barrack type buildings, and a dozen or so vehicles, along with a large apartment type building. Nothing fancy, almost military in its making. When I checked, there are no bases, nor is there paperwork that suggests it’s owned by the government. The name on the land is a Sanderson Iceland.” Pure steel laced his tone.