Take Me (45 page)

“Fuck, babe...”

Suddenly he shoved her away. He lifted her shirt up past her breasts and kissed her bare stomach as he pulled down the tight fitting yoga pants. He cupped her bottom then squeezed her cheeks.

“All mine. Forever. I want to be inside of you in every way possible.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she kept saying, mindless.

 She needed him, to share in this moment, as joined mates.

Their clothes came off and then she was in his lap, straddling strong thighs. His cock dipped along her seam as she wrapped her arms around his bare back feeling that gloriously warm skin as she sank and sank over him. He filled her like a hot iron rod all soft but unyielding at the same time.

The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room. She lifted up and his hands gripped her backside, helping her. His lips caught hers, tongue passing her teeth to thrust. Little bolts of need pulsed inside her like flashes of electricity. She moved faster, loving how he dragged and pushed through her sensitive channel.

“Need to taste  you,” he said, his words a groan. Then his fangs were in her neck, locking her to him

No longer did she do the work. From that moment forward he commanded her body. It mattered not that she was on top. He spread his legs, making hers open wider and then he was thrusting into her slick passage with heavy, hungry thrusts. Flesh slapped. He kept hold of her sensitive bottom and she could feel the climax coming like a storm.

Her hips whipped in a frenzy against him, writhing, and grinding back against him. Blood rushed to the surface in her neck and her lips parted as her fangs pulsed with arousal.

“Yes, yes,” she found herself saying.

He took long, drugging pulls from her vein as he took her body. Sweat slicked their skin where they touched, chests mashed against each other. Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer and her head arched back as erotic contractions exploded inside her, milking his shaft and erupting through her pores.

He pulled back from her vein as the pleasure faded into a beautiful glow and then he turned her, flipping her onto her back.

His mouth descended to cover her breast as he thrust back inside and began to bring her up anew. She grabbed onto his hair, ran her hands across his shoulders and arms as he worked magic at her nipples.

“Touch yourself.”

She didn’t hesitate to obey his order. She trailed her hand down her stomach and between her legs. The little sensitive nub waited for her. He pulled back, one arm planted near her head to hold himself up as he watched his cock pushing in and out of her soft folds.

“So pink and wet. So beautiful. I could watch this all day.” He groaned, his eyes shuttering at the sight of their joined flesh. Sweat formed at his hairline, dripped down his temples to splash onto her stomach.

Her breath hitched. Hips started to twitch. Pleasure was gathering in full force low in her body.

“Dominic,” she said, helpless.

“That’s it baby. Come for me. I wanna feel you sucking me dry.”

He started hammering into her and that’s what did it. The hungry, painful look in his eyes as he watched her, the love in his heart for her, the way he filled her like nothing else.

But then he slapped her hand away and rubbed her clit for her. Her arms flew above her head and her cries tore from her dry throat. She quaked and shuddered and he took her through it all. When the last shiver left her he shoved deep on a groan, held himself still as he pulsed and pulsed inside her, filling her with his hot seed.

He collapsed on top of her, breaths puffing against her lips. They kissed as their heated skin started to dry.

“I love you, baby.” She wrapped her arms and legs around him as if to say
I’ll never let you go
.

His lips moved over hers in a slow, promising kiss then he looked in her eyes. “I love you, Lady Blackmoore.”

A smile split her face and she kissed his laughing face.

“Lady Blackmoore, I like that.”

His eyes caressed her face, serious. “Yeah, I like that too.”

And then he kissed her again.

END

Read on for a preview of the first book in an all new paranormal series

The MacKellen Alphas

A continuation to
The Kategan Alphas

Coming in April 2013

A very strange man

The delicate lace cupped the mannequin’s breast in a gentle bundle of black feathers.

Alicia Clarkson stepped back from her work to wipe her sweaty forehead on her sleeve as she eyed her latest work. The slate gray mannequin stood poised with one arm bent to the side with the hand on its hip in a feminine gesture while the other still hadn’t been attached.

Alicia knew better than to let the rush of excitement sway her more constructive judgment but she couldn’t help it. She knew it was her greatest work yet. The bra was black with thin silk straps, nothing unusual. What made the bra stand out from anything she’d ever seen or made before was the glorious abundance of raven black feathers. The idea had dawned on her late last night while she’d been embarrassingly intrigued by some show on the history of birds. At one point, the camera had panned over to a chubby little bird with blue and brown feathers perched on a thin tree branch and the idea struck Alicia like a lightning.

She hadn’t slept since. She’d rushed to her workroom and had been at this one design all day. Her fingers hurt from using the needle and thread; her nails had long been chipped and little cuts made her thumb and index fingers swollen. The muscles in her arms throbbed but still she had not stopped working. She couldn’t. She’d been in the grasp of her muse and no way was she about to let it go so she could get some lousy sleep.

Black feathers shined with a luminous gleam under the fluorescent overhead light. It was the most captivating piece she’d ever created; she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way the feathers cupped the mannequin’s breasts with a tender touch. The feather’s tips frayed where the swell of the breast would be, fanning out along the skin to create a provocative sight.

She could almost see the completed design. The black satin, no, silk, panties with an inlay of feathers. Then the stockings, pure black or maybe netted stockings. A shiver went over her and Alicia raced to her notepad to jot down the idea.

Fishnet stockings, black, with feather trim.

She could almost see the finished concept if she just closed her eyes. It was sexy, mysteriously, intriguing.

Biting her lip, Alicia smiled. This could be the one. The design that made her work popular. It was her most original idea yet. It just had to sell.

The sound of a woman’s scream broke the rush of excited pleasure pulsing inside her. Alicia ran to her window overlooking the street below. One floor up gave her a great view of her pack’s neighborhood. She lifted the window and stuck her head out.

What she saw sent goose bumps across her arms and a chill down her spine. Two of the pack’s highest lieutenants, Mike and Lawrence, had another packmate in their grip. She squinted to see who it was then nearly growled. It was Sarah a sweet, innocent woman who was barely out of girlhood. She was always practicing her acting skills, said she wanted to be a famous Hollywood star one day.

Rage built hot and fast and she shouted before she thought twice about it. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let her go!” She didn’t stand there to see them glance up at her. Instead, she raced down her apartment stairs and flew out the front door.

“What’s the meaning of this? Does Josiah know what’s going on here?”

Lawrence leveled cold eyes on her. “Yeah, sweet cheeks, we know. Who do you think sent us to fetch her?”

“Mind your own business Alicia this has nothing to do with you,” Mike said.

Alicia scanned the street to see that several packmates had started coming outside at the commotion. Making sure she could be heard she raised her voice and said, “I think forcing Sarah to go with you when she’s clearly scared out of her mind is a cause for concern. Let her go.”

Mik’s jaw flexed. He had a big head with a long forehead and a nose that looked like it’s been crushed in dozens of times. He looked exactly how a thug ought to look. “Why don’t you go back inside like a good girl and mind your damned business?”

Alicia grunted. “Taking her is all of our business.”

The rumble of tires sent Alicia spinning around. “Great, Josiah’s here. You can handle this with him yourself,” Lawrence said.

Alpha Josiah’s dark green Jeep came to an abrupt stop with a squeal of bad brakes. He hopped out and instantly Alicia lowered her gaze to show her respect.

“Josiah, they’re trying to take Sarah and she obviously doesn’t want to go wherever they are taking her.”

A minute of silence filled the air.

Alicia chanced a glance at her alpha only to see him watching her carefully before his gaze slid to Sarah.

“Bring them both.”

She jerked. “What?” Her sharp question whipped through the air.

Lawrence left Mike to hold Sarah as he came for her. She didn’t bother trying to outrun a lieutenant since it’d never work, though choosing to stay was hard enough when every instinct told her to flee. A tight fist gripped her arm, pinching.

“Alpha Josiah, what the hell is going on here?” she asked, panic beginning to creep into her voice.

Josiah shook his head as his shoulders pulled back in a commanding sign. “There’s a new alpha in the Oregon pack named Gavin MacKellen. The old one, Joseph Harrington, died after some scrap with his mate, a Kategan.” His words trailed off.

“And?” Alicia said, words spoken from between tight lips.

At the sound of anger in her voice, Josiah’s eyes hardened. “Watch your tone with me, girl. The new alpha’s looking for a mate.”

Shock and something that felt a lot like she’d eaten something bad filled her stomach with a lead weight.

“As a sign of our trust and happiness with the new leader we’re sending some of our women.”

“Some of our…” she paused, then tried again, “So you’re, what, sending Sarah to be his whore?”

Josiah took hard steps toward her until he got in her face. Whimpering, Alicia looked as far down as she could, bowing her neck in the process. “I’m sorry, alpha.” Her words, barely a whisper, sounded as loud as a shout in the suddenly tense atmosphere.

“Well, she’s not going alone now. You both are. After all, I gotta send the pretty ones. Wouldn’t want to pass up on the chance to send one of our finest would we, Alicia? Not to worry, he says he’ll send back any he doesn’t like. Maybe he won’t like all that beauty you keep wrapped around yourself.”

She sucked in a breath at his words. She tried to think of a way out of this she knew it was useless. Josiah nodded to Mike then she was jerked back into her house where he ordered her to pack.

Even after they forced her to pack her belongings in a meager duffle bag, even after they drove her from Arizona up into Oregon with Sarah at her side, and even after she was driven into MacKellan lands, blindfolded, and taken to a dark room did her situation finally hit her. It hit her like a lead pipe to the head.

Someone jerked the blindfold off her eyes and shoved her forward into a darkened room. The door slammed behind her. Alicia raced for it and twisted the handle. Locked. Making a fist, she banged and screamed. The door shook and someone had to have heard her cries but no one came. What was going on? Where did they take Sarah?

Her fist hit once more then stilled. Only her harsh, erratic breaths answered her in the quiet room. Turning, she faced her room and took note of it for the first time.

It wasn’t a big room but it was dark without windows or any light. She searched the walls for a light switch and only thanks to her heightened eyesight as a lykaen did she find it. With relief, she flipped it. Nothing happened. Cursing, she flipped back and forth again and again but no lights turned on.

A horrible thought came to her. Was this some sort of room where they stashed the women to be used in the dark?

Oh god, oh god.

She needed to find a weapon.

A deep mumbling sound came from the other side of the door, or maybe further away perhaps at the end of a hall. She couldn’t really tell. They’d kept her blindfolded so she wouldn’t know where she they were taking her.

Using her hands to touch everything as she walked in baby-steps, she made her way through the room. She started to make out shapes: a high-backed, upholstered chair in the corner by the door, a chaise lounge on the opposite corner with a rug in between and a few small tables with lamps that, when she turned the switch, refused to turn on. On another wall, she found a bookcase.

The male voices came closer, the words muffled. Her heart beat kicked up into a fast tempo and she moved faster. A book fell off, slammed into the floor like a small explosion and she jumped at the sound, letting out a little scream. Get a hold of yourself, Alicia! Finally, she felt a gap in the shelf where there were no books. Her hands closed around something. She squinted at it. It was some kind of little statue not even a foot tall but it felt solid and heavy in her hands.