Bound to Her (6 page)

“No. But I don’t want the blood of an asshole alpha on them, either! I don’t want to be controlled or manipulated. Everything else in my life has been taken from me, including my sister!” She glowered at Tiffany for emphasis. “You took her!”

“No, sis.”
Tiffany let go and backed off, softening her expression. “I left because I saw what Luka was trying to do. He’s trying to protect the humans, work for the greater good by serving the needs of the many.”

Michele was screaming, now, her voice a mixture of anguish and pain that wrapped around Luka’s heart. “You can’t! It’s impossible! I tried just helping mom and dad, and look what happened. I killed them! I fucking killed our parents, Tiffany!”

Luka steadied himself and brought a hand carefully to her face to wipe away the tears that started falling in a steady stream.

At the softness of his touch, she gasped and stopped talking, sniffling still.

“Young and old, wolves are the same everywhere, Michele. You can’t change what you are. The only way,” he lowered his voice a notch with each word, “is to embrace it openly and learn to control it so mistakes happen less and less. You’re not alone here, I promise.”

She tried to glare with tears in her eyes. It was visibly apparent that it was difficult. “But you’ll try to control me! You’ll try to make me bend to your every whim, and I don’t want that!”

“You
say
you don’t want that,” he moved closer, using his body and gentle strokes to her face to arouse her, “but I know what you really need. I can guide you and not hurt you.”

She turned her chin up.

He moved in for a chaste kiss. Once their lips met, he realised he couldn’t have just a taste. Her sheer beauty had started hardening him earlier, but he’d had the jasmine tea to distract him.

Pulling back from her, he tilted his head slightly and smiled. Her honey and rose scent mixed with lust stirred his cock to life, full and throbbing and in need of a warm, soft place.

Michele’s eyes darted from right to left before locking onto his. Her mouth hung open, forming a perfect O.
 

He saw his opportunity. Swooping in, he became aware of her body beneath his, hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. Fingernails dug in.

He kissed her, capturing her tongue and stroking it, letting her explore him.

She moaned, tilting her hips into him. “I can’t stop this reaction to you,” she growled.

“Most women are drawn to me because I’m an alpha.” He nipped her lower lip, letting her savour his mouth.

She growled again, this time a low, throaty sound, before biting his mouth. “I could care less that you’re
alpha
. You’re a damned bastard for making me want you!” Her hands roamed up and down his sides before reaching for his pants.

The door shut behind them with a barely audible click.
Thank you, Tiffany. You’re free for the rest of the afternoon if you’d like. Take my car out for a spin but be careful.

He returned his attention to Michele and her lovely mouth.

She pushed back and let the robe fall open.

He caught the expression on her face, the way she’d pressed her plump lips together.

Her nostrils flared.

He grinned. “You want me because you believe I’m the one who can help you and keep your sister safe.”

She started to speak but stopped short.

He caught the front of the robe and tugged it further down her body until it stopped at the knot and hung open like a banana peel. “Goddess, you’re beautiful.”

Her voice trembled. “I don’t want to posture with you.”

His hands caught her breasts, full and round and soft. He lowered his mouth to one, taking the puckered nipple between his lips. “You don’t have to submit everything. You only have to believe in me.” He murmured the words into her heated skin, tasting her.

She shuddered beneath him, tangling her hands in his hair and maintaining contact. “I want to—oh, Goddess!”

He spread his hands open, fingers wide, and slipped them underneath the robe to touch her bare thighs. Smooth skin, strong muscles and her heat made his knees weak.

She arched her hips towards him.

Two fingers slid inside her heat.

Her muscles clenched around him.

She was velvety slickness, a fire burning his hand. Working his fingers in and out slowly, he brushed his knuckles over her clit.

She gasped.

Still suckling her breast, he swirled his tongue around the nipple, flicking it.

Her grip on his head tightened. Her lungs filled with air, released it, her chest heaving in his mouth.

Luka turned his wrist for comfort and began working her faster with his fingers, keeping his palm against her clit.

Michele started to sweat, panting, gasping and clutching his head for dear life. The beginning of the orgasm noticeably started building, low in her belly.

Popping her breast out of his mouth, Luka trailed his tongue down her stomach. Using his free hand, he spread her thighs apart. “Open for me, baby.”

The wolf inside him was as hungry with desire as was the man. The two smelled her, both wolf and woman, impatiently wanting inside of her to claim her as theirs.

Luka tamped down his arousal. Still, his cock was throbbing painfully against his trousers.

Widening her stance for him, she used one hand to move the robe out of the way.

Pressing his mouth against her pussy, he snaked his tongue upwards.

She gripped his shoulders for purchase.

He flicked his tongue over her clit.

She shivered against him, bucking her hips into his mouth.

Luka took one thigh and set it over his shoulder and did the same with the other so she was straddling his mouth and being held against the wall. Cupping her ass with his hands, he leaned forward and inhaled the scent of sex, spicy now.

Michele shifted before a groan slipped past her lips. “I don’t know what you’re doing…”

His tongue delved past her folds, licking, swirling and exploring her delicately, tasting tangy love juices.

Her hips writhed against him, her fingers tightening against his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin.

The tiny pinpricks jolted his body with pain he could ignore. Luka found her swollen clit and drew it into his mouth, scraping his teeth against the bud before sucking more.

Her hips worked into a rhythm with his tongue that was almost mesmerising in itself.

Luka licked and sucked, drawing moans and gasps from her while bringing her closer to release. “Beg me for release,” he murmured against her swollen, juice-covered lips.

“No,” she steadied herself against him.

He shoved his tongue into her.

Squeezing him with her thighs, she cried out.

Slowly, Luka pulled back, kissing her lips before working his way up her belly.

He stopped and looked up into glossed over eyes. “I’m convincing you this is good for you.
Release.
Beg for it, please?”

Her head turned to one side, swishing the myriad of curls over her breasts.

Luka caught a handful of hair and tugged gently.

With her mouth open, she remained silent, panting.

The strain on his shoulders wasn’t so bad that he might drop her, but he decided on setting her down again.

She stumbled backwards, her hands landing flat against the wall. She looked down at him.

Their eyes met.

His voice was a whisper. “I only want to please you, Michele.”

Her eyes started to change colour, going from the soft chocolate brown to something more intense. The beast inside her had woken up and was ready to play.

She took a careful step forward.

Chapter Five

Luka stood in one swift motion.

Michele cocked an eyebrow. Reaching for him, she jerked him closer, tugging him by his pants. Wrapping a hand around his head, she pulled his mouth to hers.

He eagerly went, feeling the possessive manner in which she kissed him.

He’d let her conquer if it meant the safety of not only his pack and humanity, but his heart as well. He knew he could trust her. But did she trust herself?

Her hands fumbled impatiently with the zipper. “
Damnit
, why did you have to wear these?” She barked the words out before yanking the pants apart, tearing the fabric. Clutching his hips, she pulled him towards her.

Their mouths met.

Her tongue thrust past his lips, hurriedly sweeping around the inside of every crevice of his mouth before she pulled back. “In me,” she demanded with a desperate urgency.

Luka took his cock in hand and positioned himself at her entrance. She was slick from his tongue, her juices. Heat poured off her in waves that made him want to speed up, but the alpha in him knew better. “You’ll have to beg.”

She cried out in frustration. Her eyes shot angry daggers at him that would kill if it weren’t for the obvious arousal in them. She slapped his ass. “No. Fuck me.”

He chuckled, that throaty rumble of his chest that made women swoon.

A hand landed on his chest, gripping the shirt.

She pulled him to her and shoved her hand between them, gripping his erection. “A lady never begs.”

His snicker was cut off when she sealed her lips over his and shoved her tongue inside his mouth again.

She had what it took to be his mate, an insatiable hunger and a desire to control, not be controlled. His heart swelled. Mates knew each other, even if they denied what they were.

Michele tugged him.

The feel of her hands on his slick cock made him groan, but he held his ground. “Beg, my love.”

“Fuck me!” She yelled the words tersely and yanked him closer.

He hated making her beg right now. Each and every nerve in his body recognised her for who she was, what she was. But he had to hear her say the words that would signify her desire, her heart’s truth.

He spoke through gritted teeth with his fists clenched. “Beg me, please. It’s humbling.”

“Fuck,” she cried out, “Please. Fine! Just get your cock in me,
dammit
, Luka!”

His lips curved upward in a smile. Taking her hand in his, he pulled her fingers off his cock and interlocked them with hers.
“Anything for you, Michele.
Just ask.”

In one swift motion, he pushed her back against the wall and slid inside her heat, both of them groaning in pleasure at the contact.

She burned
him,
her scorching pussy set his body racing. “Please let me bind us.” He thrust in and out, in and out. “Please, my love.”

She buried her head in his shoulder and murmured something incoherent.

He thrust into her, and the strength of her thighs wrapped around him, squeezing his cock.
 

Leaning her back against the wall, he pounded into her with a passionate fury unmatched by anything he’d ever felt before.
 
No woman had ever captured his attention or been
so
hot as Michele was now. “Please let me bind us, be my Alpha queen.”

She bit his shoulder.
“Fine,
damnit
!
Bind me to you, make me your Alpha bitch, and let’s get this over with!” Her nails dug into his flesh, scoring his back through the shirt.

A scream tore from his mouth from the pain, but he ignored it and started speaking the ritual words in their tongue. A mixture of Latin and something else, a darker language that when translated made sense only to those who had been blessed by the Moon Mother.

Sparkles surrounded them.

Luka fucked her harder, deeper and faster. His hands settled on her curved ass, fingers clenching into strong, feminine muscle.

She yelled his name, bit into his shoulder again, dragging her teeth over his flesh. Inhaling, panting, her body covered in sweat, she moved with his rhythm to a heightened completion.

“I love this.” He groaned the words out, thrusting faster, faster still, until his balls drew tightly against his body. He slowed his pace, feeling the build up, the tension inside his stomach that signalled the approach of release

She needed to come.

Undulating
his hips, he brushed his pelvic bone against her clit, tearing a scream from her.

Fingers gripped his hair, tugging hard on it.

Luka slowed himself down more, wanting to torture her endlessly.

She had other ideas. Squeezing her muscles together, she milked his cock, pulling his orgasm from him.

Wild spurts shot into her, his cock pulsating deep within her.

The movement was enough to set her off. She screamed his name again.
“Oh Goddess, Luka.
Goddammit
!”
Her entire body shook against his, breasts crushing against his chest.