See me, p.31
See Me, page 31
I was giggling, I knew he was into this. His hard cock was rubbing against my hip.
The open palm slaps weren’t that bad. I think he was trying more for noise than sting. I played along, trying to slide off and wiggling. After the third slap, he ran his finger along my wet slit. “You like this.” He pressed his index finger inside of me.
“I like you.” It came out as a sigh.
He fingered me and continued with my punishment. He then picked me up and tossed me into the middle of the bed.
I landed with a splat. I tried to push my upper half up, but his hand was at the back of my neck.
His other arm encircled my hips and brought me up to my knees.
I heard the rasp of his zipper. Jesus, he wasn’t going to undress, and that made me wetter. He entered me in one stroke.
“Jesus Christ,” I swore, not because I was uncomfortable, but because I was so full and I loved it.
Black wasn’t going easy on me. He pulled back until only his head was inside and slid back into me.
I pushed my ass back to meet him.
He slapped the side of my ass again. This time it hurt.
“Yeow!” I pushed up enough to look back over my shoulder.
“You were irresponsible.” Then he grunted as he pushed forward with enough force I slid forward on the soft sheets.
I was now on my knees with my breasts pressed against the headboard. Black was plastered to my back with his mouth at my ear. “I almost lost you.” His tongue swiped over the sensitive shell.
“I know.” I loosened my hold on the frame, found his hand, and covered it.
He immediately twisted his wrist so that now his hand covered mine and our interlocked fingers held the strong wooden frame.
As he ground against my ass, and I wanted to come, but every time I got close, he stilled.
“I’m sorry.” I told him again. I took in more air as I tried to drop my head back onto his shoulder. I loved that he surrounded me. “Raider, please,” I begged in a groan.
He moved his hands again, this time to my breasts. He wasn’t gentle as he squeezed them. I pushed back again, as he pressed harder into me.
“I can’t lose you.” His teeth closed over my earlobe.
“You won’t, Raider. I promise.” God, I never wanted to leave him.
I swear I heard him growl, Mine—right before he bit down on my shoulder. I came hard, and one stroke later, so did he.
I smiled to myself as I fell asleep. I shouldn’t be able to walk for a week.
Thirty-Four
Raider Black
She was awake. It wasn’t like she moved or started talking. I knew because her breathing changed. She probably had no idea what time it was. I’d have to arrange for some kind of lighting, her human eyes couldn’t see in the dark.
She slowly turned, so that she faced me.
I didn’t move. I wanted to see what she would do.
She whispered, “I am really sorry.”
“Show me.”
She started to push away from me, but I caged her with my arms.
“Present your brand, Theodora. Ask your Laird for forgiveness for scaring the shit out of him.”
“What?” She raised her upper body up on one arm.
“Show me,” I commanded, keeping all emotion from my voice.
“Here?”
“Are you refusing a direct command from your Laird?” I needed to assert my power over her this morning. I’d said too much last night and I needed to re-establish my domination.
“No, sir.” She got to her knees and slowly lifted her leg to straddle my hips. She shook her hair out of her eyes and presented her brand. “Laird.” She bowed her head.
She did this so prettily. If I wasn’t already hard, I would have been, instantly. She held her exposed wrist so gracefully, but there was a tilt to her lips that intrigued me. It was always part invitation and part challenge as if she was biding her time before she tested me.
Fighting dirty wasn’t in her nature. No, taking a circular route was more her style. Like last night, when she’d diffused some of my anger by admitting her interest in getting spanked.
“I want a show.” I pushed another pillow behind my head so that I was propped up.
“A show?” She bit her lip.
I knew she wasn’t acting. My bold Seer was sexually bashful. “Show me what you like,” I coaxed. “Touch yourself.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Now?”
I was growing tired of her stalling. “Do it in the dark, like you did when you first explored your body. Talk me through what you feel.”
Her chest expanded and contracted as she considered my wish. Then she closed her eyes and ran one hand through her hair. Her hand lightly traveled over her full lips, then down her neck to her collarbone. “My skin is so soft, but the sensation is better when you touch me. I like your callouses.”
Oh yeah, her words in that husky morning voice… I fucking loved this.
She cupped her tits. She stroked in circles and finally, pulled on her nipples, stretching them.
“Pinch them,” I ordered.
She followed my command immediately and moaned as her fingers closed on the hard tips.
She was beautiful, giving me this without thinking, only reacting.
Her hand traveled lower.
I raised my knees so she could rest her back against them. “Show me,” I whispered.
She didn’t hesitate. She shifted her weight back, drew her knees forward, and then splayed them open. I could see her slick folds. She used her index and middle fingers to hold her outer lips open so that I could see her better.
She was enjoying this, giving me this show under the cloak of darkness.
Her musky scent was getting stronger. A low rumble sounded deep in my chest.
She pressed two fingers into her channel. “Not as thick as you, Laird,” she whispered.
“Add another. I want to see you stretched wide.”
She did so, and I watched as her thighs contracted as she slowly entered her body. “So good.”
On the third stroke, she slid a finger over her clit.
My hand went to her hip. I wanted to fill her completely. I traced my finger over her wet folds, making sure that they were coated for easy entry. I ran my hand over her ass and down her crack.
“What?” She froze mid-stroke.
“Shh, keep going,” I said in a low voice. I stroked my fingers back up.
“What are you doing?” She was totally focused on my finger’s path.
“I’ll make it good,” I promised.
“No.” She tightened her ass.
“No?” I cajoled.
“That’s a firm one, Black. Don’t.” She started to shift, to close her thighs.
I knew she meant it, so I retreated, this time. I returned my hand to her hip and stroked her smooth skin. “Don’t stop. I won’t touch you there.” I promised for now.
“I mean it. Don’t go there.” She hadn’t resumed her play, so I ran my finger over her sensitive clit.
“I want to watch you come from your own hand, and then if you can take it, from my cock.”
She didn’t move for a few seconds.
I kept stroking her lightly, hoping she would continue.
She nodded and closed her eyes.
I reached out and cupped her left breast. “I can help.” I circled her nipple with my fingernail.
“Oh, God.” She shivered and pushed her tits forward. She wasn’t afraid of a little pain. I filed that away for later.
I played with her tits, watching her face for every tiny reaction.
She was so close, riding her fingers.
“Come for me,” I told her.
As she let go, she said my name.
After she caught her breath, I flipped her onto her back and held her hands over her head, gathering her wrists in a secure hold.
“Yes,” she whispered, “God, yes.”
As I entered her, I planned on taking advantage of the Lady’s gift. If Theo could take it, I wasn’t going to hold back. Jesus, she felt so hot and tight.
She’d already come twice and I was close, but this time, I wanted to mark her in a different way. I felt the pressure build until my balls ached. I pulled out and came all over her belly and pussy. I wanted her to wear my cum all day.
I let go of her wrists. She’d only tried to break free once. I loved that she accepted my dominance.
She surprised me when both of her hands went to her belly and she started to massage the streams into her skin. Moving her hands upward and painted her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. She bent her head sharply while pushing her tit upward and took her nipple into her mouth to suck.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed. I’d never seen anything sexier.
She released her nipple and looked at me. “I wanted to taste you on me.”
“Damn.” I fell back on top of her, kissing her hard, my tongue tracing the inner recesses of her mouth.
I fucked her again in the shower. What could I say? Now that I knew she could take it, I wasn’t going to deny myself anything, or her. She’d said her ass was off-limits, but I knew that I’d have her. She’d learn to love anything I gave her.
* * *
A few hours later, I was sitting behind my desk with Conal sprawled in the wing chair across from me. Most of my Pack dressed like bikers. I wanted to be comfortable. When I traveled to a Gathering in Edinburgh, I wore a suit, but I hadn’t put on a tie since the 1980s. Conal was in a faded Harley T-shirt, and his jeans had holes at the knees. Currently, the big blond was smirking at me.
“Just say your piece so we can get down to work,” I grumbled. The ass was enjoying this.
“I was going to say that you look well…” he dragged out his pause for about six beats as I frowned at him, adding, “rested.”
“I would have been in earlier, but it takes her a while to get ready.” I tried to frown.
His eyebrows waggled. “But it’s worth it.”
I had to agree. She wore a pink lace bra under her navy dress. I was going to be thinking about that all day.
“A word of advice,” he said, grinning, “if she ever asks if she looks all right, always tell her yes.”
“I will not.” I rested my forearms on the desk. “If she reveals too much, I’ll order her to change.”
“Brother, if you’re planning on doing that, then I wish you good luck.” Conal chuckled.
“My…my,” I wasn’t sure what to call her, so I settled on the easiest description, “woman will not be provocative.”
“Yeah, I don’t think you have to worry about that with Theodora. Any revealing clothes that she’s worn, she’s done so because Solle pressured her.”
“Order your mate to stop.”
That made him laugh loudly. “I think I’ll leave that conversation to you.”
“Lore met Theodora last night and has offered to work with her,” I said.
That made my Second sit up straight and turn serious. “And you approve?”
“His mother was Marked and a Seer. I’m curious to learn what he thinks about mine.”
Conal ran his hand over his scruffy chin. “She mentioned that Onyx told her she was a disappointment.”
That irritated me. “I shared Onyx’s opinion with Lore and he said something very interesting. He believes Theo is strong for just having come into her power. The way he explained it was that it could kill her to have all her power freed at one time.”
“So, it will grow over time?” Conal pursed his lips. “That makes sense after witnessing what happens when The Lady gives a human a boost.”
I never wanted to see her in that much pain again. “Too much, too fast could also account for some going insane.”
“She’s too level-headed to lose it,” Conal announced with surety, but I knew his assertion was based on hope.
“She’s blood-thirsty and trouble.” I finally gave into a slight smile.
“That keeps it exciting.” Again, Conal laughed.
“I’m interested to learn what he thinks.” I tried to get us back on track.
“I wonder how they’ll do together. He rarely speaks.”
“She’ll pull him in with her vulnerability, charm him with her goodness, and then she’ll use her brain. In three days, she’ll be leading him around by his dick just like the rest of us.”
“You complaining?” He gave me a searching look, and slowly, a grin formed.
I smirked. “Hell, no.” Part of my fascination with her was that she was so complex and unexpected. Plus, the sex. I couldn’t forget the sex.
“How are you going to handle his being around her?”
“He knows she’s mine.”
“He might see that as a challenge. She isn’t mated or deemed your Consort, so…” Conal tilted his head a little.
“She is mine.” I showed my teeth.
Conal raised his hands in surrender. “I’m clear. I just hope that he is.”
Thirty-Five
Theodora Morrissey
I was in my favorite spot in my office on the floor, with my desk shielding me from prying eyes. The Burke Pack in Texas had been this week’s subject, and I thought they were terrible. One family had ruled them for years, and they seemed rather reclusive and suffocating to their people. I was bored out of my head learning about these North American Packs, but in the spirit of cooperation, I kept that opinion to myself.
Suddenly, there was a pair of olive-green, cargo-pant-clad legs in front of me. I followed the legs higher to find Lorenzo holding a bouquet of mixed wildflowers.
“Good morning, Seer,” he greeted me with a formal bow. “Please accept my apology for my behavior last night.” He held out the bouquet.
“Oh, thank you.” I started to get to my feet, and he held out his hand to assist. I gave it a long look before I decided to take it.
He didn’t interpret my caution as a snub. He simply helped me to my feet and then backed away, giving me room to move.
“I need to find a vase for these,” I said, looking at the flowers, and feeling a little off-center that someone with Lore’s reputation had brought them. The Laird had never gotten around to telling me about his spy last night. The hot sex had intervened.
“I’ll do that.” He turned and left abruptly.
“Okay,” I said to the empty room. Some of these Lycans were an odd mix of formal, antiquated, and current. I pegged Lorenzo to be formal and very old-school.
He returned in five minutes with a crystal vase filled with water.
I unwrapped the paper from the flowers and arranged them in the vase.
“I see no ill effects from last night,” he observed.
I said nothing as I continued to arrange the flowers.
“You heal quickly for a human. Even a Marked human would have bruises here.” He ran his hand under his chin, “And you are moving easily. Your ribs and back should be sore.”
I used my gift to see if I could learn anything about why he was here. He felt like a friend. How can that be? I just met him.
“What does your gift tell you, Seer?” he asked casually.
My voice came out softly, “You know when I use my gift?”
“Like knows like,” he told me mysteriously.
I think I blinked several times as I tried to comprehend what he was telling me. Finally, I gave up and showed my ignorance. “I don’t mean to be rude, sir, but I don’t know what that means.”
“Perhaps we should sit. My story is long.” He motioned toward the sofa.
I took a seat on my sofa and watched as he chose the chair.
“My mother was like you, Marked by The Lady.”
“Oh,” I said as I tried to guess his age. He acted like an ancient, but I knew he was a spy, so I guessed he knew many tricks.
“She was a Seer. Back then, my father had sent out search parties throughout our lands to hunt for any Marked. He always said that he knew The Lady would bestow one upon our Pack.”
“So, your mother and the Packleader…” I couldn’t continue, this was too close to home.
“I am the eighth child, the fourth son. My father’s contracted mate died in childbirth with my sister. After many centuries, my mother was located and became Consort to the King.”
“Was she changed?” I had a million questions running through my head. This was the kind of information I craved and Onyx withheld.
“No, my father wouldn’t chance her gift being diminished.”
“But I thought the offspring of a Lycan and human match is a physically weaker wolf.” That was what Solle had told me when she explained about how Lycans procreated.
“Ah, that.” Lore looked down at his hands. “I might be responsible for that rumor.”
“What?” I gasped. That belief was firmly held by every Lycan.
“I was smarter than several of my older brothers and I knew that if they considered me a threat to their position then, eventually, so would my father. I pretended to be slower and physically weaker. I could never be a victor in a Challenge.”
“Obviously, it worked.” I looked away for a moment as I tried to fathom how this one man’s actions became fact to an entire race. “I can’t believe no one has ever questioned that belief,” I said almost to myself.
“At that time, it was rare for the different races to mate and breed.” He shrugged.
“I’m a little overwhelmed, meeting someone who has first-hand knowledge of a Seer,” I admitted, hoping he would continue to share.
“You are very new.” He was staring at me intently, but he was doing something more.
It felt like a light buzzing against my skin, like a fly was near. “Are you Marked?” I asked quietly.
He shook his head. “No, but I did inherit some of my mother’s gift.”
I slid forward on the sofa cushion. “Really?” I breathed the word.
“In today’s world, it might be called intuition. My gift tells me when I’m on the right track.”
