Some Were In Time (7 page)

He sat silently and crossed his arms over his chest—a sure sign this conversation wasn't going my way. I
hated
when stuff didn't go my way.

"Did my punch to your arm make you hard of hearing?" I demanded.

"You have a damn fine left hook," he said with a smirk, completely deflecting. His lips found the spot on my neck that made me see Jesus. My inner hooker Wolf literally purred like a damn cat. However, I was not falling for the
I'll give you a massive orgasm so we don't have to talk ploy
.

"Nope," I said as I backed away with difficulty and gave him the look. "Answer my question."

"Didn't have a choice," he said as he stood up and walked to the kitchen. "You want a Coke?"

"No! I want an answer and then I want to have sex until I forget my name. You do realize I can withhold panty privileges until you talk."

I followed him into the kitchen and blocked the fridge.

"You gonna leave me?" he asked.

I was so confused I laughed. "What kind of question is that?"

"A real one," he answered as he planted his very fine butt on the edge of the counter.

I blew out a long sigh and slid down the fridge to the floor. "Of course I'm not going to leave you. That's a dumb thing to say."

"There are two things that would destroy me, Essie." He stared at the ceiling. "You leaving me and you dying."

"Ditto," I said, "but you still didn't answer my question."

Hank lifted me off the floor and sat me on the counter like I weighed nothing. He then proceeded to fill a Styrofoam cup with the tiny rabbit turd shaped ice that I was addicted to and filled the cup with Coke. He added a straw and put it in my hands. His jaw worked furiously the entire time and I could tell he was thinking hard.

"I bought time," he said tightly as he paced the kitchen like a caged tiger.

"Bought time for what?" I yelled. Did he have a death wish? "Bought time till they put you in a cage with
two
Dragons? Bought time till they tell you to do some stupid ass bull honkey thing that will kill you dead? Bought time for… "

"I bought time for you," he said harshly and then ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "I bought time for you."

I was stunned to silence. What was he talking about? Even my special drink, with my special cup, ice, and straw didn't give me any comfort.

"I bought time for you, baby," Hank whispered. He stood in front of me and pressed his forehead to mine.

"I don't understand."

Hank brushed a feather soft kiss to my lips and cupped my face in his large hands. "Apparently some on the Council want you taken out. I made a deal that they didn't think I would come out of alive. I lived through it. The deal was witnessed by the entire Council so it had to be honored."

My body shook, not with fear—with fury. "Those old wankers want me dead? Why? What the hell did I do for our governing freakin' council to want me dead? I mean, I know I illegally used the company credit card to buy shoes and maybe I used it a couple of times at Victoria’s Secret and possibly at Neimans six or eight times, but that shouldn't equate to my demise. Why do they want me eliminated?"

"They never said. If I had to guess I would have to say your theory about the Council being involved somehow with your parents' death is spot on. Someone wants you gone before you can dig."

"Which one?" I yelled as I hopped off the counter and practically downed my drink. "Balls."

I pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose to try and ease the brain freeze my gulping just caused.

Hank put his hands on my head and massaged. His magic flowed through his fingertips and the explosion in my head eased.

"I don't know which one—or ones. But I swear on my life I'll find out and kill them," he said in a voice that made the hair on my neck stand up.

"You won't have to," I said as I wrapped my arms tightly around the man who was willing to die for me. "I'm gonna find them first. Wait, how many are there again?"

"You really skipped a lot of Were History classes in school."

"They were boring," I snapped. "Just tell me how many."

"Twelve."

"I could take on twelve," I said hesitantly.

"You will not take on twelve old and insanely powerful Werewolves," he stated with narrowed eyes.

"I didn't say I was going to do it all at once," I muttered with an eye roll.

"We, as in
WE
, will figure out who wants you dead and
WE
will deal with them together. You understand?"

Hank had gone all Alpha on me and it was hot. It took everything I had to stay on task and not rip his clothes off his body.

"I hear you."

"Why do I feel like that wasn't exactly an agreement?" He grabbed me and pulled me close. "You and I are now us. Hell, we've always been us, but now that we're mated we are officially an us. There will be no going rogue. We protect what is ours. You're mine and I'm yours. Period."

As I breathed him in I realized how utterly amazing and brilliant he was.

"Oh my hell." I gasped and pulled back. "That's why you cut that deal with Angela."

He nodded and tucked my wild hair behind my ears. "Yep."

When my boss had come to Georgia Hank had made terms that were unheard of with the WTF. Conditions had been negotiated that Hank, Dwayne, Granny and myself would go off the radar completely. We wouldn't be monitored or in any kind of database. We would answer to no one but Angela and when the mission was done, we had a free pass out of the WTF. Apparently the Dragons were that much of an issue.

"I thought I loved you all that I could, but I love you even more," I whispered against his lips.

"You wanna prove it?" he asked as he pressed himself against me with a grin.

"That could be arranged," I said as I slid off the counter and walked away with a hip swing that made him groan. "I was planning on taking a shower. Wanna join me?"

"You don't have to ask twice," he said as he picked me up and sprinted to the master bath.

"Your hearing seems to work just fine now." I giggled as he grabbed my ass and kicked off his shoes.

"Yep. Get naked. Now."

"Yes, sir." I saluted him before I tore my shirt over my head and kicked out of my fabulous mini skirt and wedge heeled sandals. My bra and panties disappeared in a frenzy of groping hands, nips and kisses. My inner wolf howled with delight.

"God, you're sexy," Hank muttered as he pulled me into the shower and plastered his rockin' hot body against mine. "I am so in love with you."

"Back at ya, big guy," I said as I ran my hands over his massive chest and six-pack abs. He was truly a work of art. Water sluiced down his body, enabling my hands to slip over him with ease.

My fangs descended and I felt my eyes turn icy blue with desire. The cinnamon scent of lust unique to Werewolves laced the steamy air and my breathing became labored as Hank's hands molded my breasts and hips, causing little zings of heat everywhere he touched.

"How in the hell does this keep getting better?"

"Don't know. Don't care," he mumbled as his mouth lowered to my breasts.

My nipples went into overdrive and I arched my back, begging for attention. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I held on as my knees grew weaker with every lick and nip. He dropped to his knees and his lips and teeth teased my most sensitive spot. An explosion of lust unfurled in my belly and I came with a scream.

"So responsive." He moaned as he made his way back up my shaking body.

The sharp gnawing pleasure of aftershocks tore through me as he lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Wait," I stammered as my brain began to function again. "I want to return the favor." I tried to slip from his arms and find the prize, but he held me fast.

"If you touch my dick with your lips this will be over before it begins," Hank ground out as his fangs punctured the skin of my neck, sending me into explosive orgasm number two.

"Oh my god," I gasped. "I'm gonna pass out and drown in the shower."

"I gotcha, baby," he growled in my ear, driving my need to a fever pitch.

"I just came twice with less than a minute in between. I should be dead," I mumbled as I scraped his shoulder with my fangs.

"Let's go for one more together, lover," he whispered in my ear. A shudder rocked my body.

"I could make that work." A soft cry left my lips as I felt the head of his erection press at my opening. "You feel so good," I hissed as my nails raked down his back.

"It only gets better," he ground out as he entered me with one swift thrust.

We both cried out and sweet and slow time was over. His thrusts were wild and I met them with joyous abandon. We mated and made love like the animals we were. A tingling started between my legs and I ground myself against him.

"I'm close," I said frantically as I took his lips in a violent kiss.

"Bite me," he demanded against my lips. "Now."

As I sunk my fangs into the smooth skin of his shoulder he did the same to me. Blinding color ripped across my vision as I screamed in ecstasy. My body tightened like a vise around him and the sounds that came from deep in his chest prolonged my orgasm almost to the point of pain. His roar as he came got tangled with my scream. I dropped my head to his chest and gasped for air. Hank held me tight and whispered words of love in my ear. Everything was right with my world.

I didn't care who wanted me dead or that I hadn't found a wedding dress or that Were Cows were something that existed. I was in the arms of the man I loved more than my own life. Tomorrow would be a new day, but this very moment was perfection.

"I'm dead," I grunted. "I'm fairly sure you just screwed me to death."

His chuckle made me grin, but I was too wrecked to pick up my head to glare at him.

"You feel alive to me," he said as he sat me on the shower bench and proceeded to gently wash my entire body—including my hair.

"You are a keeper," I mumbled and he rinsed me and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips.

I watched him clean himself with the same efficiency he used in his daily life. If I'd had the energy I would have copped a feel, but all I could do was sit back and enjoy the show—and it was a very good show.

"We have twenty minutes to get ready before we leave for the ceremony." Hank exited the shower and handed me a fluffy bath sheet. "You gonna be able to walk out of there?" he inquired with a cocky grin.

I was still a useless but very satisfied noodle. I stuck my tongue out at him as I gingerly rose and followed him into our bedroom.

"How dressy are we going?" I asked as I pawed through my closet.

"Just wear something that will be easy to take off for the shift," he said as he pulled on some loose pants and a collared shirt.

He could make a garbage bag look hot.

"Okay." I grabbed a sundress that was easy to slip out of and stepped into my Prada sandals. I considered flip-flops, but that kind of hurt my soul. My legs looked far better in heels and even though I was a wanted woman, I planned on going out in style.

"Oh," Hank said absently as he twisted one of my wet curls in his fingers. "I was able to procure an invite for Dwayne."

"Oh my god." I laughed. "This could turn out to be a shit show."

Hank's grin made my heart flip. "You are correct, my mate."

I shook my head and grabbed my purse. "Did you tell him not to bring the faux fur?"

"Of course not." Hank laughed. "I can't wait to see the elder's faces when he pulls that baby out."

"You're really bad," I said with a light punch to his arm.

"Actually," he said with a smirk, "I'm really good."

I giggled and gave him a kiss. I certainly couldn't argue with that logic.

Chapter 5

"Um, Dwayne, what in the Hell are you wearing?" I asked as I took in his ensemble.

"Drawstring gauchos and a spandex tear-away halter top," he answered. "You like?"

"Is that a trick question?" I asked as I bit back my giggle.

"Doll face," Dwayne informed me with raised brows, "this is all the rage right now. I'll let you borrow the gauchos whenever, but I'll probably destroy the top when I tear it from my body later."

"Thanks, but I'll pass," I mumbled as I glanced around the clearing.

"Where are the boys?" Dwayne asked, referring to Hank and Junior.

"At the big house with their dad getting ready," I told him.

We were on Hank and Junior's parents' property. The Wilsons owned several hundred acres of the most beautiful and lush land on the island. Magic hung thick in the air and I wrapped my arms around my waist and breathed it in. My wolf itched to come out and play. I hadn't shifted enough lately. Hank, Granny and I had shifted in Jamaica and played on the beach twice while Dwayne kept watch, but it wasn't the same as shifting with my Pack.