Betrayed (Wolf Gatherings Book 6) (10 page)

She stared at him. She loved the way he said “you were mine.”

Marcus reached with both hands and cupped her breasts. His thumbs worked over her nipples until she moaned.

She tipped her head back. “How can I be this aroused again?” Her voice was soft, barely audible.

“It’s the mating, baby.” He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. “Your skin is so soft.”

She shivered as he pulled her down next to him once again and settled her on her back to lean over her.

He shook his head. “Let’s table this conversation for later. We could go on for hours. I’d rather spend time right now making sure this claiming sticks before we face the rest of the Spencers.”

“Sticks?” She giggled. “You think there’s some doubt what we just did validated our mating?”

He shrugged, fighting a smile she could see lifting on the corners of his mouth. “You can never be too careful. We should definitely make sure we have all the bases covered just to be certain.”

She flushed, unable to control the heat rising in her skin at the mention of mating again. “I think we might have missed a few bases, in fact. Like second and third. If we crossed home plate, is it considered valid without touching all three other bases?”

He tapped his lips with two fingers. “I don’t know, but I’m not taking any chances.” Releasing her bicep, he danced his fingers back over her breast. “I’ll go back to second base and slow down,” he mumbled as he leaned down to kiss her nipple.

Heather sucked in a breath the second his lips hit her skin, feeling the pucker of her nipple and the tightening of her breast.

Marcus’s tongue reached out to lick the tip, making her flinch. He cupped the globe firmly with one hand and blew on the nipple, sending a cool breeze that made her squirm.

“So sensitive,” he muttered. “I love how responsive you are.” He switched to the other breast, treating it the same.

Before long, Heather writhed beneath him as though she hadn’t just come twice minutes ago. She couldn’t believe how scrambled her brain could become from nothing more than nipple play. She’d never experienced anything like that before. Of course, she’d never been with her mate before, either.

What they said about mating was all true. It was intense and amazing and all-consuming.

Marcus nudged her legs apart with his knee. When his thigh pressed against her center, she moaned. “Marcus.” She gripped his arm with her hand as he used his leg to tease her back to full arousal. “Oh, God. What are you doing to me?”

A deep chuckle vibrated through him, humming into her body. “Claiming you.”

She squeezed his bicep tighter, her nails digging in so hard she’d surely leave indentations.

Marcus didn’t seem to notice. His thigh continued to rub her, lifting and lowering enough to raise the hood of her clit with each pass, exposing the nerve endings to his pressure.

Suddenly his thigh disappeared, and he thrust two fingers into her pussy.

Heather pursed her lips to keep from screaming.

“So wet for me, baby.”

She didn’t acknowledge his chatter. It had been easier when he’d been silent. His words drove her ardor higher.

And then his lips were on hers, consuming her while he removed his fingers from inside her and lightly stroked her lower lips.

She dueled with his tongue, learning his taste mixed with the mint of her toothpaste.

The slight growth on his chin and face rubbed against hers as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and stroked it with his tongue. When he popped free, he looked her in the eye. “I’m one lucky bastard. How did I get so lucky?”

“You?” She shoved him off her and pushed until he landed on his back. If she didn’t dislodge his fingers from her pussy, she was going to come again too soon. “So far, all the lucky has been on me.”

He smiled up at her. “You’re the one who said she was mated to a mutt,” he teased.

Heather let her gaze run up and down his body. She hadn’t had the opportunity to explore him sufficiently yet. Before he could react and regain control, she threw one leg over him and straddled his thighs. Her hands landed on his chest as he grabbed her forearms.

“Hardly a mutt now…” she whispered. His chest was broad and firm. He worked out. A lot. A light scattering of hair enticed her. His skin was dark against her pale complexion. His pecs freaking rock solid. “What on earth do you do all day?”

“I work in construction.”

“Ahh. That explains it.” She lifted her gaze to meet his. Dark brown eyes, the same color she’d watched in his wolf form, stared up at her. His hair was almost black, disheveled, and sexy as hell the way it fell across his forehead.

His full lips were parted, and she could hear each breath he took.

Wiggling free of his hands, she sat up straighter and grazed her fingertips down his torso until she met his cock—thick and hard, jerking to attention as she caressed one finger up its length.

Marcus was as aroused as she was, even after claiming her so recently. The tip of his mushroom-shaped head glistened with precome. Wanting to know his taste, all of him, Heather gathered the semen on her finger and brought it to her mouth.

She met his gaze when he moaned. “Mmm.”

“Baby…” He reached for her, his hands cupping her breasts. The gentle touch brought her more fully to life, as if that were possible.

Moisture pooled between her legs, spread wider than ever to encompass his thighs. She leaned forward into his palms, her clit brushing against his cock.

Marcus pinched her nipples between his fingers enough to draw a whimper from her. Her vision blurred, needing him inside her again.

When he released her breasts, he grazed his palms down her belly until he reached her hips, grasping her waist. His hands were large enough that he encompassed her clit with his thumbs, making her lift off him.

“Scoot forward, baby. Lower yourself over me.”

She inched closer to his chest on her knees until his cock lodged at her entrance. Holding her breath, she settled her palms on his chest and eased onto his girth.

The stretch was amazing, even though it hadn’t been long since he’d last been inside her. In slow motion she settled over him until he was as deep as possible, the filling sensation making her grip at his length with the walls of her sex.

“Lord, that’s sexy, Heather. You’re going to be the death of me.”

She tried to smile, but her mouth wouldn’t obey any commands. Instead she spread her fingers over his pecs for leverage, and lifted up, only to impale herself once again over him on a low moan.

Sex with Marcus was unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life. So much more sensation. Was it because he was so mysterious and sexy? Or was it truly the mating?

Her clit landed on his torso with every pass. She gritted her teeth, not wanting to come too soon. She wanted to enjoy the sensation of having him fill her longer.

Marcus must have read her mind. He stilled her over him, filling her to the hilt. “Don’t come yet, baby. Wait for it.”

She met his gaze, wondering how on earth she could comply with his words. Staring into his eyes didn’t help matters at all. Lust filled his look, his eyes soft, his face full of emotion, his brow furrowed in concentration, his lips parted.

Heather leaned over him and met his lips with hers, melting into his chest as they joined. Her nipples pebbled harder as they brushed his. And Marcus held her hips firmly, not letting her lift off him. He didn’t want to come yet, either. The slower pace of this second phase of their mating was delicious.

She waited several heartbeats and then couldn’t stand it any longer. When she attempted to lift up and resume the glorious friction, Marcus gripped her harder.

One second she was battling the clutch of his fingers and then next she was flat on her back, her breath whooshing out of her with an
oomph
.

Marcus managed to keep himself buried in her warmth the entire time, and he now hovered over her. “Grab the headboard with your hands, baby. Hold yourself steady.”

She lifted her shaky arms over her head and grappled for the rungs. The second she wrapped her palms around the spindles, Marcus pulled her knees up wide and high and removed his cock, only to thrust back into her, pounding with the same intensity she craved. Every time he hit her clit, she nearly came. She turned her face to one side to gasp for oxygen, but her arousal built to a crescendo so fast she couldn’t stop it.

In less than a minute, she was at the cusp of the mountain. “Marcus…”

“Come, baby. Come with me.”

She shattered, her entire body flinching with each pulse of her pussy around his cock.

Marcus held steady deep inside her, the pulsing of his own orgasm dragging more from her body than she’d thought possible.

When she could finally focus again, she met his gaze, his deep brown eyes penetrating into her soul. “You’re amazing. I’m the luckiest mutt on earth.”

Marcus watched his mate rest. He’d done so several times. And he’d never tire of watching her face relaxed and at peace. He doubted she was ever as relaxed awake.

When the sun dipped in the sky, he knew they needed to rejoin the family. He had a lot to learn, and his resolve to return home and put an end to his grandfather’s plan had not diminished with his mating.

Marcus kissed his mate’s forehead and then trailed his lips down her cheek toward her neck. When he stopped to nibble behind her ear, she roused. “You’re insatiable,” she mumbled.

He grinned. “Only with you. But right now we need to get up.”

She groaned and turned toward him, her eyes blinking open. “Now?”

“Yes.” He could hear voices coming from the rest of the house. “They’re probably getting ready to sit down to dinner. It sure smells like it.” He tipped his head back. “Roast, I’m betting.”

“That sounds so good. I’m starving.”

“Well, get a move on, woman.” Marcus hauled her to sitting and then stood to take her arms and lure her farther. “I need to meet with the Spencers and formulate a plan.”

“I don’t like your so-called plan. It’s too dangerous. Too risky.” She wrapped her arms around him. “I just got you.”

“I know. But there’s no better way.”

She lifted her gaze to meet his, her chin resting on his chest. “Someone else can do it.” She brightened a bit. “You can tell someone all the details, and they can infiltrate the Romulus. Someone from NAR.”

He shook his head. “I’m the one who has to go behind the scenes.” He rubbed his hands up and down her biceps, trying to soothe her. “I feel a sense of obligation even.”

She released him to sit up straighter. “Obligation? Is that what this is about? You think you have to put your life at risk simply because you’re related to these people?” She gripped his forearms now. “Please, Marcus. Listen to yourself. That’s a horrible reason to go behind the scenes. You could be killed.”

He smiled wanly. “That’s not the only reason. I’m the only person guaranteed to breach their front line of defense. Think about it. I’m Melvin’s grandson. He has no other. He’s salivating at the mouth to bring me in. It’s not like some random stranger could gain a similar pass. It would take too long, even if they could. I can get inside their facility in a flash.” He snapped his fingers to emphasize how important this was.

“I don’t like it.”

“I know, baby. And if there were any other way, I would jump on it.” He understood her pain. They were newly mated. The idea of leaving her anywhere was almost more than he could bear. But he also knew deep in his gut this plan was unavoidable.

“Let’s not be hasty. Maybe someone can come up with a better plan.”

“We can discuss it for days and never come up with an option that’s as viable as this one. You know that.”

She looked down at her body. After a pause, she changed the subject. “I need a shower before dinner.”

“Take a quick one.” He kissed her lips gently, hoping to console her, as well as himself.

“Will you join me?” She lifted her gaze.

“As enticing as that sounds, we don’t have time. And I took a shower while you slept.”

Heather’s shoulders slumped as she trudged from the room. At the door, she paused and turned around. Her gaze was lowered. “We didn’t use any condoms. You would know if…” Her voice trailed off.

“You’re safe, baby. You aren’t ovulating. Yes, I would know.”

Her shoulders lowered as tension left her body. She turned, entered the bathroom, and flipped on the shower. She didn’t bother closing the door. He liked that.

And she was fast. Impressively so. She reemerged minutes later, toweling her hair dry, her glorious body naked, drips of water clinging to her skin. Her breasts stood high and firm, and her nipples pebbled in the cooler air of the bedroom.

He’d dressed while she showered, and now he stood rooted to his spot watching her as though she were a work of art.

Marcus thought about her last statement before she’d entered the bathroom. It was true he hadn’t used a condom. And he hoped he never had to. Just staring at her naked body made him long to see her round with his child. Since when did he visualize anything like that? After the childhood he’d suffered, he’d never considered bringing a child into this world. But now that he met Heather, his opinion had changed. He wouldn’t impregnate her without her consent, but the idea no longer brought forth the same emotions as it had two days ago.

He watched her while she opened drawers and pulled out panties, a bra, another tank top, and shorts. He would never tire of watching her move around. Even the sway of her hips made him lick his lips. It would be a long time before he had enough of her to sate his appetite.

“If you don’t put something on fast, we’re going to be right back where we started.”

She turned toward him. “And this would be a bad thing?”

He narrowed his gaze, but he smirked at the same time. “Don’t tempt me.”

Finally, she buttoned her shorts and smiled at him. “Ready.”

Marcus opened the door and took her hand. He held her close to his side as they entered the great room.

The family was gathering. Natalie saw them first. “Oh, good. You’re here. I was thinking you two might starve in there.” She smiled huge as she winked at them. “Dinner’s ready.”