Skin Walkers: Leto (19 page)

She was in trouble.  Serious, serious trouble
!  When he’d hated her she hadn’t even considered him but now that he knew the truth, now that he was protecting her and was telling York that she was his!  Shy shifted uncomfortably as she dropped her eyes.  She knew he could scent a lie and from his reaction just now, she knew he’d scented her arousal.  She reached down and planted her good hand on the side of her hips as she attempted to shimmy back.  She wanted him away from her so she could at least clamp her thighs together in an effort to stifle some of her feminine heat.

Instead, strong hands clamped on her thighs and held her in place.  Too afraid to look up she opted to
chew on her bottom lip nervously as she waited for Jenny to return.

Long minutes passed and Leto slid his hands an inch or so higher.  Shy’s body reacted.  Her clit literally throbbed demanding attention and she sucked in a sharp breath.  He slid his
hands up another inch or so until his thumbs buried themselves in the bend of her hips.  Her heart thundered in response.  She had to put a stop to this.  “Don’t!”  Her voice sounded breathy and weak even to her own ears.

“Look at me!” Leto demanded.

Shy slowly lifted her eyes and felt her sexual juices gather at the look of pure lust on his handsome face. “W-what?”  Her voice sounded tellingly husky.

He
simply stared at her for long moments before his brows speared down in his typical scowl.  “I’m sorry Shy.”

She was dazed by his apology.  He had a lot to be sorry for but it didn’t keep her from asking, “For what?”

“For not seeing what you are.”

A pink tongue darted out to wet her dry lips.  “And what am I Leto?”

He didn’t hesitate.  “You are mine.”

Chapter 25

Jenny entered before Shy could ask what Leto meant when he said she was his.  She knew she blushed when Jenny’s lips tweaked. 

“So, here are some mild
pain killers for your wrist.”

“
Did you get the information I asked about?”

Shy
tried to ignore Leto as he impatiently grilled the doctor. 

“Yes,” Jenny spoke through clenched teeth, “but perhaps you could simply ask her.”

That drew Shy’s attention.  She scowled up at Leto.  “Ask who what?”

Ignoring her
, Leto’s gaze narrowed on Jenny, “You’re sure it’s safe?”

“Yes,” Jenny bit out bracing her hands on her hips in a show of disapproval.
  “But as I said, you might want to…”

He didn’t hesitate to reach
up and jerk his halo free.  Shy watched curiously as it seared the flesh around Leto’s throat, branding him upon its removal before he thrust it forward.  She jumped when it locked in place around her slender throat but then the strength melted from her body and when she made to blink her eyes didn’t reopen.

Smiling, Leto scooped an unconscious Shy into his arms and smiled at Jenny.

“…ask her.” Jenny finished on an exasperated sigh.

“Mine,” Leto growled.

“Yes, I know Tarzan.” Jenny pointed to the door.  “Go! Claim!  Assert your dominance!”  She turned and shook her head while muttering, “Damn possessive Walker men.”

Leto stalked from the infirmary with his angel cradled in his arms.  He couldn’t stop smiling. 
Mine!  My angel!  With my child!
  He’d never had anyone before and the pride he’d felt at knowing Shy carried his child was only multiplied by the fact that he’d just gifted her with his halo.  The knowledge that no one could remove it, not even Shy, had him giddy with such a sense of eager anticipation he could barely contain it.  She was his…forever!

***

Shy woke coming.  She squeezed her eyes tighter closed as she slowly became aware.  Fighting to stay asleep and ride out the last tendrils of the orgasm that wrapped deliciously around her she clenched her thighs tighter together and licked her lips at the glorious sensation it evoked when the material of her panties pressed against her swollen clit and shot pure rapture straight to her womb.

Slowly, memories
forced their way to the surface and reality set in.  Her eyes snapped open and she was shocked and humiliated to find Leto leaning over her with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.

Does he know? 
She tried to control her erratic breathing.

“You smell so good when you’re wet.”

Yep he knows! 
She felt her cheeks singe so brightly that it actually stung.

Leto licked his lips and a growl emitted from his chest as his eyes darkened with hunger.  “Say I can have a taste Shy.”  His voice was deeper than normal, animalistic
, and pained.

Taste?  Oh God…
  She clenched her thighs tighter together as her pussy spasmed at the mere thought of Leto’s tongue sliding through her now drenched folds.  Her nipples were hardened and ached where they rubbed against the fabric of her shirt.  Looking down she realized two things.  One, she was on a bed in a large room and two, she was still fully clothed.

“How did you?” She stared at him accusingly, “Did you touch me while I was asleep?”  She tried to sit up but Leto moved too quickly.  Using a knee
, he spread her legs and settled his body between them until his chest was pressed into hers.

“I would not touch you without permission.”

“Then how did you?”  Her cheeks flamed again and she was too embarrassed to finish the question.

She didn’t have to.  Leto smiled knowingly
and his eyes dipped to her throat.  “Your halo.”

Halo? 
Lifting a hand she grabbed the stiff band that was clasped around her throat.  Her tone was accusatory, “What did you do to me?”  

“I
bound you Shy.  You are mine!”

She tried to wiggle out from under him but stilled when Leto threw his head back and moaned in pleasure.  She felt the nudge of his erect cock as it pressed into
her sex and she swallowed at the wave of desire that crashed over her.  “Y-you bound me and I…reacted?”  She was confused, the Walker jargon made no sense to her.

Lowering his head, Leto’s expression looked tense.  “No.  Your pleasure was evoked.”

“I thought you said you didn’t touch me,” she challenged.

“I didn’t.”  His eyes twinkled mischievously, “I can show you what I did.”

Shy’s mind raced. 
If he didn’t touch me than how did he…
  Confident that because she was awake and could thwart his advances he wouldn’t be able to provoke such a response again, Shy nodded once.  It was a mistake.

Leto’s smile faded and she felt a rumble in his chest as he lowered his head toward her throat.

Shy stiffened, “I thought you didn’t touch me!”

He pulled back a fraction to frown at her.  “I didn’t.  Tilt your head.”

She stared at him for a few moments before tilting her head and exposing her neck. 
Is he going to bite me?

One of his hands reached up and gripped her around the back of the neck holding her in place.  Fear shot through her. 
He could still hate me!  This could all be a ruse. 
“Leto?”  Fear made her voice tremble.

He growled but didn’t pull back as his breath fanned her throat, “Don’t move.  I would never harm you.
  You are mine.  I would rather die than to see you hurt Shy.”

Well that was new. 
Her heart thundered in her chest as he lowered his head and she pinched her eyes shut and waited for him to sink his teeth into her.  It never happened.  Instead, ecstasy tore through her.  Her hips bucked involuntarily and she couldn’t hold back the wanton gasp that escaped her parted lips. 

Confusion hit hard.  Leto was pressed against her, his hips weren’t moving, and the only place they touched skin to skin was where he held the back of her neck.  She sucked in a breath to ask what was happening when her pussy creamed and spilled its juices
as she felt satiny bliss whisper over her clit.  Her back arched and her swollen breasts ached to be suckled. 

Blindly she forced her good
hand between their bodies.  Leto lifted his hips to allow her to feel the vee between her legs.  She was still fully clothed.  She didn’t…

Ribbons of ecstasy unfurled in her limbs and if her hand wasn’t there to ensure it she would have believed that Leto
’s face was buried between her thighs.  Near her ear she heard the soft smacking of his wet tongue and she fought to focus on what it was exactly he was doing, but whatever it was, it was too much.  She felt his tongue brush her neck and when it wrapped around the halo at her throat Shy swore it breached her pussy and sent her over the edge.  She screamed his name when the orgasm gripped her.  The fingers peeking out from her brace clawed at his shoulder and the other firmly gripped his hip as the spasms rocked her body until they became only a slight flutter.

Her body melted into the mattress as her heated muscles finally relaxed.  Leto had made her come…
twice
…just by licking her halo. 
God if he’s tongue can do that to me up there just imagine…

She didn’t have to.  Leto pulled back with a snarl and his hands went to the front of her jeans.  He ripped them open and had her pants and drenched panties off and flung across the room before she could come to her senses. 

She reached down to cover herself, “Stop!  What are you doing?”

Leto snarled at the hand that covered his target.  Shy noted that his canines had elongated and his eyes were pure black.  It was both erotic and terrifying.

“You are mine!  Move your hand so I can claim you.”

Shy scrambled to get away from him, but one hand locked solidly around her ankle and jerked her back to him.  He dropped as he pulled her close so that her thighs were braced on each of his shoulders and his breath blew hot against the hand that still covered her bare sex.  To her mortification Leto inhaled deeply
and what sounded like a purr rumbled from his chest. 

“Leto, no!  We can’t!”

His eyes shot up from between her legs to narrow on her, “Why?  You are mine!”

“W-what?  No.  I’m not…
  Stop…saying
that
!”

He titled his head sideways, “You are punishing me for my mistreatment of you.”

Shocked Shy shook her head.  “No, I wouldn’t use sex like that.  I just…we just met.  I don’t even know you.”

“I am you
r Walker,” he stated angrily.  “You carry my child.  You wear my halo.  You are mine Shy.  I would die for you and for our child.”

She tried to lift her thighs from his shoulders bu
t stopped when he loosed a vicious growl.  “This is all too fast.  I don’t know what any of this means.”  Tears flooded her eyes, “Last week you hated me.  You wanted Monroe to lock me up.  Y-you wanted me
dead
.”

His expression softened.  “I was wrong.  I apologize.”

“
A-apologize!”
she gasped, incredulity lacing her tone.  “You can’t just apologize for something like that.  I lost months of my life because of you and you wanted me killed for it, and now you just
apologize
?” 

“I see now that I hurt you.  I can give you time Shy, but it won’t be long.”  His eyes dipped to the hand that covered her pussy, “I ache to be inside you.”  He dipped his head and nudged her fingers with his nose.  The hand didn’t move so he placated himself with licking the juices
from the insides of her thighs.  When he looked up his features were strained, “You taste like home.  Inside you is where I belong.”

He shot up from the bed and Shy’s eyes dropped to where his sweats were tented by his huge erection. 

“When you are ready to…claim me,” the words seemed forced, “let me know.  Until then you are not to leave this cabin or my sight.  I will kill any man that touches you Shy.  I won’t be able to control it.  The men here are my friends, but it wouldn’t matter to me.  Please keep that in mind.”  Then he turned and exited the room slamming the door behind him before Shy heard a shower blast on somewhere in the small cabin. 

Chapter
26

If Shy thought before that she was doomed, she
knew
so now.  The Leto that had looked upon her with undisguised hatred and mistrust was difficult to bear but he was nothing compared to the Leto that had chased her down, protected her, kept claiming that she was his, and professed his willingness to die in order to protect her and their unborn child.  Where before he wanted her gone from StoneCrow, now there was no hope of ever escaping, not alone, and certainly not with their son.

It had only been a day since Leto had brought her to his cabin and he seemed to grow restless by the hour.  The night before he’d returned and had forced her to sleep in his arms.  He’d claimed it was for her safety but she
doubted any man or Walker alive would confront Leto in his now obsessive state.

He’d fed her often, too often and when she wasn’t eating she was forced to lie in bed.  After breakfast he’d carried her from the kitchen back to his bed.  Shy had argued that she wasn’t sleepy but Leto demanded that she rest. 
Staring up at the ceiling she flinched when her belly growled.  It had only been about two hours since she’d eaten a large breakfast of buttery pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and freshly squeezed orange juice. 
No way!