Keeping Kaitlyn (7 page)

Lucas reached around and played with her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger as his cock eased in and out of her. Then he delved his hand between her thighs from the front, found her clit and stroked it. Every inward thrust rocked her swollen bud against his fingers, bringing her orgasm closer and closer until it washed over her.

Her head snapped back as it overwhelmed her body, making her cry out. The muscles of her passage pulsed and contracted around his thrusting cock. He kept up stroking her clit, forcing a longer, more intense climax from her.

Then Lucas groaned low and his cock jumped deep inside her.

They collapsed on the bed when it was over and Lucas drew her against his body, brushing her sex-tangled hair away from her perspiration touched skin. He kissed her forehead, her cheek and, finally, her mouth, pushing his tongue deep inside.

Even though they’d both come, he wasn’t done. His hands skated over her body, as if hungry for the touch of her. His tongue trailed over her skin, down her neck and collarbone, catching at her nipples. His hand eased between her thighs and found her slick with the mingled evidence of their sex. He seemed not to care. He touched her again, easing his fingers over the folds of her labia, and her climax sensitive nub, massaging it.

She came again, more gently this time, shuddering against him as he stroked his tongue up against hers in the depths of her mouth.

As he tucked her against his body again, apparently satisfied that he’d made her come a whooping three times in a row, he drew the blankets over both of them. Kaitlyn drifted off to sleep feeling utterly cherished and protected, and more sated than she ever had in her life.

Chapter Five

Lucas watched Kaitlyn wake up slowly, her eyelids fluttering and then opening. She glimpsed and smiled. His heart nearly stopped for a moment. She was so beautiful.

She stretched and rolled toward him, nestling her head against his chest. He’d slept all night with her in the loft. The memory of what they’d done in the wee morning hours made his cock go hard. He wanted to do some variation of that with this woman every night for the rest of their lives.

He pushed her hair away from her face and she smiled. “I’m sore everywhere.”

“Sorry.”

Her smile widened and she glanced at him. “No, you’re not.”

He laughed. “I am coming to understand you better, but you still mystify me sometimes.”

She rolled onto her back, tucking the blankets under her chin. “Really? What is it you don’t understand?”

“The burning hot spray. Why did you do that?”

“Ah, the pepper spray. I did it out of fear and a desire to protect myself. Suddenly I was zapped into a strange world and a man was kissing me. Worse, I wanted to jump his bones right there in the meadow and that’s not like me at all. I’m usually far more sensible than that.”

“And why did you slam the bathroom door in my face?”

She pressed her lips together, thinking about her answer. Finally, she said, “Again, fear. I worried about being alone, naked, and vulnerable in a house with two werewolves.”

He flashed a smile at her. “And how do you feel about that now?”

Her cheeks went pink and his grin grew larger.

She laughed. “My, what large teeth you have.”

“The better to eat you with, my dear.”

She blinked. “Have you read Little Red Riding Hood?”

He nodded. “We’ve studied your culture extensively, read your books, learned your language. The Lycaon have been bringing mates through the veil for centuries and have incorporated much of your culture with ours.”

“Wow. I guess you never studied pepper spray, though.per spra

“No, that was new.”

“I’m sorry I introduced you that way.”

He cupped her cheek in his hand, rubbing his fingers over her skin, and looked deeply into her eyes. “You and I may not have known each other long, but the draw of the mating bond knows what it’s doing, Kaitlyn. Trust it. Trust us. You are better suited to us than to any man you will ever find in your world, as we are suited to you. You need never fear me or Rafian.
Never.
We would give our lives for yours.” His voice came out fierce and laced with the protectiveness he felt for her.

Her eyes became wet. She blinked and turned her face away. “It’s funny that I actually believe you.”

“Why is that funny?”

“Not funny, ha ha. I mean funny, strange.” She looked ready to say something else, then paused. “It’s just funny, that’s all.” She cleared her throat and traced the tattoos on his forearm. “Do these mean anything?”

She was uncomfortable, so she’d made a subject change. He was starting to understand her better all the time.

He held up his arm, showing off the looping black marks. They probably looked like a simple design to her, swirls and squiggles. “It’s in Lycaonese. They’re the names of my parents and a vow to live long and love well in their memory.”

“Huh.” Her finger skated over her skin. “I would have expected a vow of revenge.”

“That I carry in my heart.” His voice sounded hard in the quiet of the room.

“So, I’ve been wondering, why don’t these Magica hunters just overrun the Lycaon village and take all of you out at once?”

 
“Magick. A protective shield that masks our location.”

“Magick? I thought the only magick the Lycaon possessed was the magick allowing them to shift, given to them by the Magica.”

“That’s true, but not all the Magica want the Lycaon eliminated. There are some mages who are sympathetic to us. They provide the shield at great risk to themselves, along with other protective magicks. If the leaders of the Magica ever discover their aid to us, their punishment would be brutal.”

“So not all the Magica are assholes.”

“No, just most of them.”

“Are we shielded out here, so far away from the village?”

He smoothed the back of his back down her cheek. “We would never endanger you, Kaitlyn. We are safe here. We’re not very far from the village, in any case. About a ten minute run as a dire wolf.”

She snorted. “So about an hour’s walk for us mere humanoid types.”

“You could always ride me.”

She grinned, looking playful. “Promise?”

He wound his arms around her, cupping her sweet rear in his hands and pulled her up so she straddled him. She yelped with surprise at the rearrangement of their positions, then stilled, hovering over him. Her long dark hair made curtains around her face and she’d caught her lower lip between her teeth. She had a mischievous look on her face that he liked.

Slowly, she ground down on his erection.
 
“My, Mr. wolf, what a big—”

Someone pounded on the front door.

Lucas groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillows, as Kaitlyn rolled to the side and pulled the sheets up to cover herself. Whoever it was pounded again.

He forced himself out of bed, leaving a naked Kaitlyn in it, grabbed his pants and pulled them on before heading down the stairs and answering the door.

Torrent stood on the other side, or, rather, towered. Most of the men of the Lycaon were tall and muscular when compared to the Magica or to human males, but Torrent even topped most Lycaon in the size department.

The leader of the Lycaon took Lucas in from his bare feet to the top of his rumpled hair. “It’s nearly noon, brother.”

“Yes. And I was still in bed. This had better be important.”

“Ah.” Torrent grinned. “My apologies.”

With his dark hair cut close to his head and with a face most females seemed to find attractive, Torrent was popular among the few unmated females of the Lycaon, and he took advantage of it. As leader and under a heavy prophecy, one that would mean his death one day soon, Torrent would never take a mate for himself.
 

Kaitlyn shuffled into the kitchen behind him and Torrent looked past Lucas, focusing on her. She’d draped herself in a sheet and looked as rumpled as he did. “Welcome, Kaitlyn. It’s good to have another Lycaon female among us.”

She came to stand beside Lucas, squinting against the bright morning sunshine. “Uhm. Thank you?”

Torrent turned his attention back to Lucas. “Yes, it’s important. It’s Rafian.”

Lucas groaned. “Please don’t tell me he spent the night in the tavern.”

“He spent the night in the tavern.”

He groaned again. “Give me a minute and I’ll go with you.” He closed the door.

Kaitlyn frowned at him. “What’s going on?”

“Rafian’s been drinking all night.”

“Why would he do that?”

“You.”

She clutched the sheet to her chest so hard her knuckles turned white. “Why would he do that because of me?”

“Because he knows I planned to sleep with you last night.”

Her eyes narrowed and Lucas suddenly had a suspicion he was in trouble. “You
planned
that?”

“Not your nightmare, but, when it happened, yes, I saw an opportunity and I took it.”

Her jaw locked for a dangerous moment. “I’m surprised you haven’t been beaten to death by a woman before now.” She made a noise of frustration, then turned on her heel and stalked down the hallway.

“Where are you going?”

“To take a shower,” she called over her shoulder. “I’m going with you.”

* * * * *

Kaitlyn rode to the village on Lucas’s back and fumed the whole way. She’d assumed what they’d shared the night before had been spontaneous. It really pissed her off that Lucas had just been waiting for a chance to jump her. It seemed so predatory, like a wolf stalking prey in the forest.

She didn’t like being prey.

The fact that it had been so good between them only made it sting even more. She’d never had an experience like that with any man. She didn’t know if it was because Lucas was so ideally suited to her, as the mating bond seemed to indicate she was, or if it was because Lucas was Lycaon. Maybe it was a little of both. Either way, it had been an unforgettable experience—the best sex of her life. She had never known her body was capable of having so many powerful orgasms in a row.

That didn’t change the fact she was pissed as hell at him right now.

Torrent ran along aside Lucas in wolf form. His fur was silver and silky, his beast’s body massively corded with muscle that rippled with every long, ground-eating stride. Torrent was a gorgeous man—Kaitlyn was beginning to suspect all the Lycaon males were— but he had a haunted look in his eyes. Whenever she was ready to speak to Lucas again, she’d ask about that.

The Lycaon village emerged through the trees little by little. A smoking chimney here, a mound of a house over there. The Lycaon made their dwellings underground most of the time, it seemed—in hills that had been dug out, or created artificially. That made sense, since wolves often made their dens underground, or at least in well hidden places.

Everyone they passed smiled and waved, making gestures at her that she interpreted as ‘welcome.’ Well, at least they were a friendly bunch of wolves. She guessed that was far preferable an unfriendly bunch.

Torrent and Lucas stopped outside an above ground building in the middle of a marketplace. Buildings and food stalls dotted the area, roamed through by wolves, various types of large felines, other large mammals, and two-legged folks alike. Kaitlyn couldn’t take her eyes off the scene.