The Breed: Nora's Choice (25 page)

            Those
panties were obstructing his view and needed to be removed. Now.

            Smiling she
reached for him as he prowled towards her.

            He grabbed
the sides of her panties and tugged, and with a little hop that made her
breasts sway provocatively, they were being slid from her gorgeous body.

           
Yes
he growled, there’s what he wanted.

            She tried
pulling him to her and wrapping her legs around him, but he wanted to spend
more time on her before he took what he needed.

            Whether she
realized it or not, she needed his touch now as badly as he needed hers, and he
was hell-bent on satisfying her.

            Dropping to
his knees, he spread her legs further apart and buried his face between.

            He would
never get enough of the taste of her sweet honey.

            She
shuddered and fell back to her elbows on the counter top.

            Her whiskey
colored eyes were clouded with lust as he licked her slowly, watching her every
reaction.

            There was
no shyness in her, and every ounce of reservation she had had, left once they
made love for the first time.

            Now she was
sexy and wild and trusted that he wasn’t going to do anything ever to harm her.
She could be free with him.

            She swished
her hips in small figure eights, riding his face, and rubbed her hands slowly
along her body. He gripped her thighs tightly as he watched the show, his cock
so hard that it begged painfully to be inside her.

            When she
began teasing her own nipples he groaned deeply, the sound rumbling across her
sensitive clit.

            She was so
damn sexy, she would be the death of him.

            Pushing her
thighs wider he settled deeper between them, two fingers pushing inside of her,
while his tongue lapped at her voraciously.

            Her thigh
muscles quivered and he needed more. Reaching up with his free hand he slid up
her soft belly and gripped her breast.

            She was so
soft, so smooth and perfect beneath his palms. She was everything he had ever
wanted in a woman and so much more.

            Calling out
his name she threw her head back as the intense spasms started.

            The harder
he pumped his fingers into her, the tighter she clamped down around him.

            She covered
her mouth with one hand, screaming moans into her palm, while the other hand
smacked out wildly, leaving streaks along the mirror as she raked her fingers
down.

            Her orgasm
flowed over him so beautifully, her pussy clenching so tightly around his
fingers, he never wanted to stop.

            This girl
was everything to him, and his highest goal in life was to be everything to her
as well.

            When her
body began to slow down he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his
tongue, catching the last seconds of her orgasm and letting the taste roll
across his tongue.

            He would
never
get enough.

~

The dream started off
the same way it had before; He suddenly appeared in a house he didn’t own, and
the sound of soft music surrounded him.  This time instead of hesitating, he
bounded up the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him.

            If this
hadn’t been a dream, he would have chided himself for his boyish behavior, but
it
was
a dream, so he let his actions come as they may.

            Leaping to
the top of the stairs he took a moment to admire her from afar.

            She wore a
pale yellow dress that highlighted her olive skin and was the perfect length to
tease him. When she twirled it flared out and lifted to
almost
give him
a glimpse at what she was wearing beneath.

            He could
have watched her dance all night. The way she swayed and rolled her body, so
beautiful and natural, as if dancing came easier to her than walking.

            The way her
thigh muscles tightened as she moved made him want to beg for mercy. Those legs
went all the way to heaven, and even the angels would beg for a chance to be
with her.

            She noticed
him and abruptly stopped, a smile spreading across those perfect lips. Oh he
could get used to a greeting like that.

            Holding out
both arms she beckoned to him, her hips beginning to work themselves into some
sort of a samba, or maybe it was a tango. Hell if he could tell the difference,
but if that’s what she wanted, the devil himself couldn’t keep him from dancing
it with her.

            He knew in
his heart he would spend the rest of his life doing everything he could to give
her whatever made her the happiest.

            The
beautiful silver V she wore on a chain around her neck bounced and caught the
light as they moved together.

            “Tell me
your name,” he all but pleaded. He had to find this girl.

            Coyly she
smiled at him, but gave no answer, only picking up the pace of her movements.

            “Is it a
first or last name, at least tell me that,” now he really was begging. This is
what the woman reduced him to.

            Shameful.

            Her laugh
was slow and raspy as it slid mercilessly from her lips, as sensual and sexy as
the rest of her.

            His
frustrations mounted, but Casstiel had warned him it would be this way. He had
to remember this was only a dream, it wasn’t really her. Just a tease of the
woman who would one day be his mate.

            Letting go
of his hands she slid her way up his chest than raked her fingers through his
hair, pulling it out of the pony tail at the nape of his neck, all the while
never stopping her feet from moving.

            “So much
stress,” she purred, now rubbing his temples while they danced, “such a
powerful man, with such a crowded mind.”

            “Being with
you helps with all that,” he had to close his eyes because her touch felt so
good. She was so soft; everything about her was smooth, powerful, graceful.

            How had
Casstiel gone years without finding his mate?

            How could
he?

            “I want to
calm your mind,” she smiled deliciously up at him, then grabbing the lapels of
his suit jacked, pulled him to her bed.

            There would
be absolutely no protest from him. In fact, his legs seemed to move faster and
listen better to her than they did commands from his own mind.

            She pushed
him down and climbed on top of him with the agility of a gymnast, and he was
lost to her seduction.

            Like last
time, she had no problem whatsoever taking the lead in things.

            So
confident and self assured, her body moved over his with the same prowess she
used on the dance floor. 

            They both
pressed hands hot and heavy, then feather light, over each other.

            She let out
little steamy breaths onto his neck as his hands slid under her dress to find
her bare ass and a minuscule strip of fabric.

            With the
smallest amount of effort he snapped the little thing and flung it away from
them.

            While she
nibbled his ear and clung to his shoulders he pressed his fingers into her
wetness from behind.

            She let out
the sweetest moan of pleasure right into his ear, and his erection throbbed.

            With her
laying fully on top of him, straddling him, he began to fuck her with his
fingers.

            Her little
fists clenched at his dress shirt, balling it between her tense fingers as she
pressed her forehead against his jaw line for support.

            All around
him he could feel her begin to tremble and his pride soared. To satisfy your mate
was what it was to be a man in its most raw and true form.

            With his
free hand he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her lips to his.

            Every ounce
of passion and intensity he gave her, she gave right back to him.

            She pressed
her lips and chest greedily against his, then rode his fingers with a ferocity
that thrilled him.

            This was no
shy little maiden, this was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and was
going to take it.

            Their kiss
was furious with lust, their breaths mingling together into one ragged gasp.

            “Is this
what you want?” he pushed deeper inside her.

            “More,” she
moaned, pulling her kiss bruised lips away from his and throwing her head back.

            He would
give her all she could handle.

            Now that
she was leaning upwards on him, her breasts just centimeters from his mouth,
only her clothes stood in his way.

            Hooking one
elongated fang on the collar of her dress, he yanked downwards, tearing a
gaping slit through the fabric and past her bra.

            One nipple
swung free, right into his waiting mouth. The other was released when he yanked
viciously against the fabric again.

            Within
seconds her trembling thighs were squeezing tightly against him, those
beautiful muscles flexing in a way that drove him crazy.

            He let go
of her breasts for a moment and watched her arch her back seductively.

            She was
electric with her orgasm; her fingers sliding up past her breasts to cling to
her lips and press against her neck. Her eyes fluttered opened and closed with
each intense throb of her core.

            Enthralled
he watched as she finally began to come down from her high. Her naked breasts
heaved as her breathing slowed, her hands tangled through her lush brown hair
and little mewling sounds left her lips.

            He needed
this sight every night for the rest of his life, he felt hollow inside without
it.

            All at once
she rolled off of him and stood up.

            Her dress
slid to the floor thanks to the mess he made of the neckline, and he couldn’t
help but give her an arrogant shrug.

            It looked
better on the floor anyway.

            She fisted
the ends of his business suit pants and tugged until she all but ripped his
leather belt from his body.

            First his
pants, then his boxer briefs came off. That’s when the prayers began.

            Sweet
merciful Jesus the woman had a mouth more wicked and lustful than anything he
had ever experienced.

            He sat
upright to watch her better, but the image was flickering… suddenly fading.

            The dream
was slipping through his finger tips, but he still felt all the sensations as
if they were real.

            He reached
down to touch her and felt hair soft against his palms, but right before his
very eyes she disappeared.

            Was this
normal? Had this ever happened to Casstiel?

            His cock
twitched and throbbed as he was on the verge of orgasming, but she was no
longer there. He felt lips and a hot wet tongue devouring his cock, but she was
nowhere to be seen.

            Bunching
and tightening his body got ready for sweet release and his mind began to break
away from the dream.

            Someone had
their mouth on him, and it was
not
his mate.

            His eyes
exploded in panic and he looked down into Ayla’s lustful gaze, his cock filling
her mouth.

            Running
purely on instinct and adrenaline he grabbed her by the shoulder and flung her
into the wall across the room.

            “You… you
were moaning, panting, I thought you were just masturbating, I thought you
heard me come into the room, I thought you were ok with it,” she stammered
across her words, “You had to have know I was there… y-you had to have heard
me….”

            The roar of
rage he let out shattered every light bulb in the brightly lit room.

With
glass snapping and crackling under her feet she fled from him.

            Quinn gave
her a moment to catch her breath before he spread her legs as far apart as they
would go and stood between them.

            Taking the
head of his cock in one hand he began slowly rubbing it over her wet flesh,
still sensitive from her orgasm.

            A shiver
ran up her body and goose bumps littered her arms as he slid it over her clit.

            “Mmm…. So
sensitive,” his voice was a husky whisper as he looked down at her, marveling
at his Siren.

            Her eyes
stayed closed and she licked her lips.

           
Beautiful
woman
, he smiled to himself.

            Chocolate
tresses spilled down her shoulders and breasts, her skin was flushed from their
passions.
His
beautiful woman.

            No matter
what he had to do to keep her, he knew he could never be without her.

            When her
eyes opened and met his, he knew she felt the same way. It didn’t matter that
she would probably never say it out loud.

            Looking
down at her, it was written on her face plain as day, and that was enough for
him.

            “Don’t you
tease me boy,” she smiled, then locking her legs around him, pulled him closer.

            “I’d never
dream of teasing you the way that you tease me,” he smirked down at her and ran
his cock over her clit one more time.

            The goose
bumps returned up her arms and he was pleased with himself.

            Staring
down at her all he could do was admire how beautiful she was, and wonder how he
had ever managed to get a chance with her. What he had done in a past life to
ever deserve someone so utterly perfect.

            “What are
you thinking about?” she smiled up at him in a way that only melted him more,
“Oh wait I know, is it how you’re sooo googly eyed for me? And you think I’m
sooo beautiful that you just can’t stop staring?”

            He had to
be in love to let her mock him like this.

            “Actually,
I was thinking about this,” he abruptly slid the full length of his cock inside
her.

            She still
wasn’t fully used to the size of him, and he loved how her eyes popped open
with the sensation of him stretching her. Her nails clawed down his forearms
before reaching back into the tangle of her curls.

            Gripping
her hips as she moaned, he pulled her farther down the marble counter so he
could get a deeper angle. 

            Automatically
her legs wrapped around him, their bodies melding perfectly together.

            He started
off slowly, pushing himself with a smooth glide into all her slick wetness.

            Every time
he filled her completely he gave a quick snap to his hips that made her gasp.

            As his
hands tightened around her hips she slid her hands over her body, moaning at
the way her own finger tips felt on her skin.

            Ever so
slowly he built up his speed and momentum until he was gripping her hips hard,
and her perfect breasts were bouncing with the force of it.

            Her hands
covered them, kneading the soft flesh then teasing her hard nipples.

            “Slow
down,” he commanded softly, wanting to savor every second of the show she was
putting on for him, “yeah… Like that.”

            She was
wicked
when she knew he was watching her. He suspected that she had started to enjoy
putting on a show for him almost as much as he enjoyed watching it.

            He was in
her hard and fast, the ferocity of their movements left him breathless. She
kept her eyes locked onto his, she was so sexy he never wanted to look away…
never wanted this to end.

            Swiftly she
unlocked her legs from his waist, and placed her feet on the bathroom counter,
one on each side of his waist.

            He leaned
into her and the groan that left his throat was pure gravel, he was so deep
inside her… she was so tight around him…. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

            With his
thumb he reached between them to find her clit. Once he had it, he worked it in
unison with his thrusts.

            Her knees
began to quake around him and the beast inside roared. This is how he always
wanted her; hot, happy and satisfied.

            Once her
eyes rolled up into her head he let out a growl of pleasure and pounded himself
into her until they were both cumming; until his legs were shaky below him and
her breasts were heaving on her chest, and he had nothing left to give.

            “I love
you,” he whispered staring down at her, his hair falling haphazardly into his
dark green eyes, “I love you Nora.”

~

Tessa
splashed another healthy dose of cold water onto her face and let it run down
her cheeks and neck.

            She had
been up the entire night, first worrying about whether Quinn and Cass would
come home safely, and then crying her eyes out over Remy.

            Nora and
Remy were the only friends she had ever had, and to have one of them suddenly
disappear was like dealing with a death in her family.

            She and
Nora had made plans to go and visit Remy as soon as she was done sitting in on
the questioning of the captured Hunters.

            The doctors
in the medical wing had called just after sunrise to inform Casstiel that there
hadn’t been any change in Remy’s vital signs.

            She was
breathing steadily, and without the need of machines, she didn’t appear to be
in any physical pain or discomfort, her heart beat was regular. She just
simply… wasn’t there anymore.

            They were
moving her out of the hospital rooms and setting her up in her own bedroom,
hoping to make her more comfortable.

            Casstiel
had assured her that there would be a nurse or doctor with her 24 hours a day
in case there were any changes. She and Nora had also vowed to visit her as
often as possible to keep her company.

            She had a
stack of books from her shared library with Casstiel she was bringing and Nora
would add to it with a collection of celebrity gossip magazines so long that it
would boggle the mind.

            If their
friend really was awake and trapped inside her own head, they wouldn’t leave
her to suffer alone.

            A soft
knock came from the bathroom door, and she readied herself.

            “You don’t
have to do this,” he rubbed her arms lovingly.

            “Yes I do,”
she gave him her most stubborn stare, “it’s my job, and the best way to use my
gift.”

            Remy had
given up her life in order to keep using her gift, the least that Tessa could
do was suffer through the ramblings of the Hunters.

            On the way
out the door she grabbed a dark grey hoodie and stuffed her fire red curls
inside the hood. She wanted to be as invisible as possible to them, and her
hair was always a bright target.

            She noticed
how hard Casstiel’s jaw was clenching on the elevator down, and slid her hand
into his.

            “Everyone
has a job and a purpose around here,” she spoke without looking at him, “and
mine is much less dangerous than yours. If I can survive worrying about you
dying all night, then you can survive worrying about me being a little
uncomfortable for an hour or two.”

            He scowled
down at her, then yanked her into a crushing hug.

            “Compromising
isn’t my favorite thing, especially when it comes to the comfort of my sun,” he
planted a kiss on her forehead and she soaked up his strength.

            She would
need as much of it as she could get to survive dealing with three Hunters.
Having to interview one last time had been difficult enough.

            Memphis was
ready and waiting for them when the elevator doors opened.

            Stiffly he
nodded to Casstiel then gave her a look of pure pity. It was like being greeted
at a funeral.

            “I’ve got
her Cass,” he assured him.

            “I’m going
to gather everyone, including Balor and Roderick. We’ll watch the interview
from a live feed in the office. When it’s over with I want to talk to those
women and figure out who and what they are,” Cass nodded his head and she
couldn’t help but frown over the bags under his eyes.

            He had been
working himself to death over this war, and there was so little she could do
for him. For weeks now she had been waking up in the morning to find him still
awake, his eyes blood shot as he stared at the monitors overlooking the docks.
More than once she had come to tell him it was time for him to get some sleep,
only to find he had already passed out in his office behind a pile of
paperwork.

            Constantly
she had to remind herself that to be with a powerful man meant that you had to
let them take care of their responsibilities. She could worry for him and give
him small distractions, but to try and pull him away from everything now would
just be cruel, and he would end up resenting her for it.

            So, instead
of trying to pull him away from his work and force him to relax, she had
quietly begun helping him from behind the scenes.

            When he
left for meetings with the other defense members she cleaned his office,
organized his files. She had started taking meetings with the Embassy’s head
secretary Thalia, so that she could handle all the small routine things that
the Embassy needed in order to run, instead of adding to his already
overflowing work load.

            Busting her
ass, she trained every day with Memphis to make sure she had at least a
fighting chance if Hunters ever got a hold of her again. She picked up his
blood supply and constantly ordered meals for him, because he never remembered
to eat anymore.

            Above all
else, she never complained. Not once. No matter how many times he wrapped her
tightly in his arms and whispered that he wished he would give her a better
life, she always smiled back at him and assured him that she wouldn’t want
anything else than what she had with him.

            This was
the man that she chosen, and because of that, this was the life she would live.
She refused to be a burden to him, refused to be anything but an asset that he
couldn’t live without. Her man was under more stress than anyone should deal
with in a life time, so to her the only answer was to step up to the plate, and
shoulder some of the weight.

            Like what
she was about to do with these Hunters. After all they had put her and her
loved ones through, she didn’t care how many of them had to die or be tortured,
she wasn’t leaving the interrogation room without some good intel to bring to
her man.

            With one
more kiss they parted. He didn’t cling to her tightly the way she knew he
wanted to, just kept his head up and walked away like he had to.

            “I’m sorry
about your friend,” Memphis pulled her into a bear hug once Cass was gone,
“We’re all rooting for her to pull through this quickly.”

            “Thanks,”
she swatted at a tear that threatened to fall, “I guess our training days won’t
be the same without her huh?”

            “I have a
feeling that a lot won’t be the same around here without her,” he frowned, then
to distract her added, “but you’ve really come a long way killer. With bows or
guns your aim is incredible, and you’re working your way up to being a pretty
good little street fighter. Starting tomorrow I think we’ll jump into boxing,
throw a little bob and weave into your life instead of just running for cover
and using anything you can for a weapon.”

            “You know,
all this training is going to be a waste if you don’t stop taking it easy on me
and actually hit me. I have got to learn how to take a punch,” she voiced her
complaint for the thousandth time, then added, “Those Hunters aren’t going to
hold back when they hit me, and neither should you.”

            “And you
need to remember that this is just basic training for the very rare chance that
you are ever in a fight,” he rose up to his full height and glared down at her,
“you will never be sent off to an actual battle, and if you and your little
partner in crime ever mysteriously find your way into some more trouble, I
promise  you the next punishment will be much worse than this. Now can we please
get to work before Cass hears you out here asking me to smack you around, and
then I have to get murdered?”

            A thousand
snappy arguments popped into her mind, but instead she closed her mouth, nodded
her head, and followed him to work.