Legend's Passion (7 page)

Jaci Burton

She focused on the sensations around her clit, and on his eyes, the darkness within them, the pleasure she saw in his face as he forced past the muscles in her ass. With careful, measured movements he inched his way inside, stopping with every push so she could grow accustomed to his invasion. He’d pull back, watch her caress her clit, let her feel the pleasure instead of the pain.

Even though it hurt, it felt good too, the mix of agony and delight easing the pain of his entry until there was nothing but the sensation of being filled, of having him thick and hot and buried inside her. She dipped her fingers into her pussy, where the thin membrane that separated one part from the other allowed her to feel him moving inside her.

“So tight,” he murmured as he gripped her legs and began to pump against her.

“Fuck yourself, Chantal. Fuck your pussy for me.” The double penetration brought out the wildness within her. She felt the beast begin to surface, and she let Dylan see it, growling at him, scratching his arm with her free hand. His fingers bit into her legs as he began to power deeper, harder, and she cried out, demanding it, needing each punishing thrust he gave her. The animal within him, though not visible, was present. She could see it in the swirling darkness in his eyes and she reveled in its power, its match for her strength. The mating was savage as he pistoned his cock deep in her anus. She thrust another finger in her pussy, using her other hand to tease her clit.

“You ready to come?” he asked, lifting her even higher off the bed as he fucked her now, his voice low, deep, like a growl.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck me hard.”

She dug her fingers deep into her pussy as he slammed his cock into her ass. When her climax hit, she howled as the pleasure splintered her, making her shake so hard she rocked the mattress. She screamed, unable to control the sensations as every nerve ending came alive with her orgasm.

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Dylan yelled and shot hot cum into her ass, pressing deep, his body plastered against hers as he raised her legs over his shoulder and shuddered against her. She saw the light in his eyes, the yellowing glow as he soared through his orgasm. Though brief, it was still there and she knew then his change was coming soon.

Panting, shaking and drenched in perspiration, they showered afterward. Dylan was achingly tender with her as he washed her all over, his lips pressed to her skin as he rinsed her body. He caressed her, then positioned her up against the wall of the shower and took her again, this time slowly, his cock moving inside her with sweet, oh-so-gentle strokes. She came again with an explosion that nearly sent her to her knees.

He kissed her, soft kisses like a spring rain instead of their typical hard passion, until he came inside her with a torrent of shudders, gripping her so tight and so close to his body that it brought tears to her eyes.

He was an enigma. Hard and passionate one minute, soft and tender the next.

Challenging her in every way, meeting her head-on and giving her everything she could ever ask for in a mate. A true partner.

Damn him. She was falling in love and she didn’t like it one bit.

Chantal Devlin had never loved a man in her entire life. And she had no idea how to handle this.

Because she wasn’t keeping Dylan Maxwell. He wasn’t her mate.

He wasn’t!

The Joint was jammed up with all the usual people. Chantal led them to the table she and Maia typically occupied near the front window. Their favorite waiter, Joe, came over.

“Hey, you two,” he said, grabbing his pad from his pocket. “Been awhile.”

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Joe grinned a boyish smile. “Visiting family while on break from college.” He rolled his eyes. “Obligations you know. They drive you crazy if they don’t get to do a visual inspection at least a couple times a year. But I’m back now. And I see you two lovely ladies brought dates this time, huh?”

“Yeah,” Chantal said. They ordered drinks and she surveyed the room.

“No one looks out of place,” Maia remarked. “Typical crew.” Chantal nodded. “But we’ll give it a couple hours and see who wanders in and out.”

While they sat and drank, Chantal watched Dylan. He seemed unsettled. Fidgety.

Like something was bothering him. And he wasn’t making eye contact with her. She was sitting next to him, but he kept looking out over the crowd and didn’t once look at her. She tugged on his shirt sleeve and he turned to her.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“You seem…anxious.”

He shrugged. “Just want to find the guy.” He looked away.

It was more than that. She felt weird vibes emanating from him. His anxiety was rising. She took a glance outside at the moon. Almost full. By tomorrow she’d have him safely locked up at the mansion where she could keep watch during the transition.

Then her duty to Dylan would be finished.

And she could let him go, get him out of her life and off her mind. Return to some normalcy.

That’s what she needed—her real life back. She’d chalk up these feelings to a little mini-vacation from her regular routine. She wasn’t in love with Dylan. She never fell in love. Men were for fucking, not making a life with. Geez, what had she been thinking?

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Too much about Dylan, that’s what. She decided to look around The Joint and see if she could figure out who was there that looked out of place. The staff were all the same people.

No, wait. Bartender was new. She hadn’t seen him before. She motioned Joe over.

“Need refills already?” Joe asked.

Chantal smiled. “No. Just wondering about the bartender. New guy?” Joe glanced over his shoulder and frowned. “Oh. That’s Lance. He started about a month ago. Comes in and works late shift but has to leave before closing. Weird schedule but he’s a med student. He has to be on staff at the hospital so can’t stay for cleanup. We have to do his dirty work.” Joe shrugged. “Cushy schedule, huh?”

“Hmm. Sucks for the rest of you.”

He laughed. “He’s a nice enough guy and the ladies go crazy for him. Must be his pheromones or something but he draws them like flies to honey. I’ll have to figure out his secret,” he said with a wink.

After Joe left, Chantal slanted a look at the rest of them. “Okay, that’s strange.”

“Very,” Maia said. “Especially the pheromones part. If he’s lupine he might be deliberately drawing out the human females. They wouldn’t be able to resist him.”

“Which means he’s got a captive population, especially in a bar, and if they’ve been drinking, they’re easy marks. Asshole,” Noah said, grimacing.

“So what do we do now?” Chantal asked, focusing her attention on Dylan.

“We stay here and keep our eye on him. When he leaves tonight, we leave. See where he goes.”

“Our wolf from the park didn’t make his kill last night,” Noah added. “That means he’s hungry. If that dude behind the bar is our guy, he’ll want to finish what he started.”

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Didn’t it just figure that tonight Lance would stay until almost closing? But he finally finished up and left. And one of the women he’d been chatting up at the bar the entire night shot out the door right after him.

Damn good thing too, because if Dylan had to sit there one minute longer he was going to explode. His skin felt like it was prickling with some kind of rash. Every part of his body itched and burned and he was dying to shed his clothes and sit in an ice-cold bathtub.

He was boiling from the inside out.

And irritated. And antsy as hell. He wanted this case over with, wanted to find the killer and tear him to pieces. Food hadn’t calmed him down and this wasn’t exactly the type of place where he could fuck Chantal up against the wall to help ease his tension, so he did his best to ignore her.

Not that he could, with her sitting next to him. Her scent permeated his senses.

Primal, earthy, musky, like the sweetest honey, tantalizing him to take a taste of her.

Taste, hell. He wanted to devour her. The urges were growing stronger and he was finding it hard to control them.

“Let’s go.” He stood and pushed the chair back with his legs. It banged against the one behind him.

“Hey, dude, be careful,” the guy behind him said.

Dylan turned and growled at him. One more word and the scrawny little shit was going to go flying through the window. The guy took one look at Dylan, his eyes widened and he held up his hands.

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“Sorry,” the kid said. “No harm done.” He sat back down and turned away from Dylan.

“Jesus, Dylan, get a grip,” Noah said, grabbing his arm and leading him toward the exit.

The woman who’d left right after Lance caught up to him. They stopped for a few seconds, talked, then Lance threw his arm around her and they started walking together.

Chantal sidled up next to him. “Is she his next victim?” Dylan shrugged. “Could be.”

“We need to stop him.”

“We need to make sure he’s our guy first,” Dylan snapped. “Be patient.” Chantal shot him a glare and moved behind him to walk with Maia. Fine. He couldn’t handle her standing so close anyway. He needed his mind on work and she distracted him in the worst way. His dick was throbbing and he couldn’t chase down a killer werewolf while trying to harbor an erection the size of a giant redwood tree.

They followed Lance as he made his way down the street toward the parking garage. Noah went off to grab their car while the rest of them kept an eye on the parking garage exit. Noah pulled up first and they piled in, then Lance exited the garage and they followed.

Lance headed to the park. Dylan’s gut tightened. “This might be our guy.” Noah purposely kept far enough back so Lance wouldn’t become aware he was being followed. He cut the lights once they entered the park and pulled over when Lance did.

They waited.

Lance and the woman didn’t get out of his car. Dylan frowned and looked over at Noah. “You think he’d do her in his car?”

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Noah shook his head. “Doubtful. Bloody mess and hard to clean up. He’s priming her with foreplay, then he’ll convince her to get out and take a walk in the park. At least that’s my guess.”

“Makes sense.”

After about fifteen minutes, Lance and the woman exited the vehicle. Her clothes were disheveled and her hair mussed up.

“Definitely foreplay,” Dylan said. The thought of it made his balls ache. Primal hunger surged through his bloodstream. Good thing Chantal was in the backseat.

Damn good thing he wasn’t back there with her. He needed her, badly. This whole transition thing was a pain in the ass. His concentration was shot and he was forcing what little clarity he had left. Right now he was operating on instinct and years of experience. He hoped to God they could get this case wrapped up tonight, grab Lance before he did any damage to this woman and end things so he could go back to the mansion and get through this fucking nightmare of becoming a werewolf.

He wanted his old life back. He didn’t want this change, goddammit.

“Okay, they’re out of sight,” Noah said. “Let’s go.” Dylan popped his door open, and turned around to look at Chantal and Maia. “You two stay here.”

Chantal shot him a look of pure venom. “Like hell. You need—”

“Don’t argue with me,” he shot back, cutting her off. “The more people tramping around leaves and twigs and making noise, the more likely he’ll hear us and run. Noah and I can handle this. Now stay put.”

If looks could kill…

He left her in the car, no doubt fuming and calling him every dirty name in the book. But at least she stayed there. She could cuss him out later.

While she was fucking him.

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They circled behind a copse of thick trees, trying to remain out of sight while they followed Lance and the woman into the depth of the park. Lance and the woman were holding hands, stopping every now and then to kiss.

Frustration ate away at the last of Dylan’s patience. He wanted action, dammit. He wanted Lance to make a move, to see him shift into a wolf so he could shoot the sonofabitch and have it be over with.

Lance led the woman to almost the same spot as he had the girl last night. Asshole.

Not very careful, was he? Either that or he was supremely confident he wouldn’t get caught.

He pushed her up against the base of a tree and lifted her skirt, then squatted. From their vantage point, he and Noah had a clear view of him eating the woman’s pussy.

The girl dug her nails into the tree trunk and moaned, thrusting her cunt against Lance’s face.

Watching Lance pleasuring this girl wasn’t helping the ache in Dylan’s balls. Too reminiscent of what he and Chantal had done that first night in the park. The pain throughout his body was intensifying. He was shaking all over like he had a fever with chills.

“You okay?” Noah whispered.

Dylan raised his hand and gave Noah the okay signal. No way in hell was he going to get pulled off this case or in any way alert Noah about something wrong with him.

He could hold it together a little longer. He had to. They were almost at the point they could capture this guy.

All Lance had to do was even look like he was gonna shift, and they had him.

Chantal sat in the backseat of the car thinking of the thousand different ways Dylan was going to suffer for dumping her while he got to run off and play crime solver.

“Pissed, are ya?”

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She shot a glare at Maia. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” Maia grinned, the spiky ends of her short, silvery blonde hair glimmering in the moonlight shining in through the back window. “He’s right, you know. All of us out there stomping around would make too much noise.”

“I realize he’s right. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Maybe she’d squeeze his balls in her fist while she was sucking his cock. A little pain with his pleasure. She and Noah and Maia could have shifted and followed Lance. As wolves, they could be deathly silent.