The Perfect Mate (8 page)

The whole pack was there to witness which meant a full house. After our run we came back to the house and changed into more suitable clothes. I wore a blue sleeveless dress with a sweet heart neckline. It flared at the hips and ended just above my knee making it fun and flirty. Paul asked that I keep my hair down so I did. Becky helped me with the rollers and it came out surprisingly tame. Paul dressed in a charcoal gray suit with a white shirt and no tie. His hair looked disheveled as usual.

I met so many people at the reception I couldn't tell who was who, but they were all nice and excited for us. Many people hinted at us about starting a family, but we deflected the conversations by talking about where we were going for our honeymoon. After too many heated glances between us, Paul and I decided to leave early. Our bags were ready ahead of time and we drove to the airport.

The flight took a full day, but was worth our time. Tahiti was beautiful. The water was clear and the air smell of ocean and island. The weather was perfect; warm and breezy. When we got to our overwater bungalow Paul didn't give me time to appreciate the beautiful room or the clear water. He swept me up and took me to bed where we stayed for the rest of the night.

I smiled thinking about last night. Paul was a demanding lover, but he was also very attentive. I've never been treated with such tenderness and aggression all at the same time. I stretched again feeling a bit sore from our passions, but it was definitely a good sore.

A hand caressing my breast brought me out of my thoughts. I looked over at Paul. He still looked relaxed, but desire darkened his amber eyes. I reached over and rubbed my palm over his rough cheek and smiled. My skin was red and tendered in some very interesting spots because of those scruffy cheeks.

"What have you been thinking about?" He asked as he continued to caress my breast. My nipple hardened into his palm and I arched instinctively to his touch.

"Mmm, I was thinking about the beautiful ceremony and about last night," I said with a wink.

"The ceremony was great, but last night was exquisite," He said leaning over to nibble on my shoulder. I giggled and rolled over putting my back to him. He moved in close wrapping his arm around my waist. Nuzzling my neck, he kissed the now healed mark he gave me. "My mark looks good on you," He said.

I turned over again to face him. I reached up and ran a finger over the mark I made. "And mine looks good on you." I leaned up and kissing the scar, running my tongue over the groove. I kissed up his jaw to his waiting lips. We kissed slow and deep, my tongue stoking over every inch of his mouth.

He groaned and pulled me closer thrusting his hard shaft against my stomach. I reached between us and grasped him firmly in my hand. He arched his neck back and groaned. I stroked him a couple of times then rubbed my thumb over the engorged head causing a hiss to escape his lips. After scooting down the bed, I flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue. He tasted musky and wild and I wanted more. I slid my mouth over the head and sucked just the tip. He jerked in my hand.

"Oh, God baby, that's so good. Take all of me."

I sucked him deep, going as far as I could. He was so big. I sucked harder bringing my mouth back up then sliding down farther. Liquid trickled down my throat and I swallowed savoring the salty flavor. He moaned, giving me a feeling of power that I loved. I sped up using my hand and mouth. He tangled his hands in my hair thrusting deeper into my mouth. I held off my gag reflex by swallowing with each thrust.

I cupped his tight sack, squeezing firmly. His hands tighten almost painfully, pulling my head back so he could watch. I looked up at him making eye contact as he thrust once, twice, three times then stilled coming hard into mouth. I swallowed it all, sucking him clean.

He loosened his grip on my hair and pulled slowly out of my mouth. His hands trailed down my face sweetly. I kissed his palm then leaned in and kissed his softening cock. I smiled proudly when he jerked back with a groan.

"Sweetheart, come up here and give me that sweet mouth of yours."

I kissed my way up his hard abs, chest and up his neck until I reached his soft lips. He kissed me hard, slipping his tongue between my lips. My pussy was pulsing with need so I lifted my leg over his hips grinding myself against him whimpering my plea. "I know baby," He said leaning up and taking my nipple in his hot mouth. I grabbed his head and pushed my breast closer.

I cried out as he raked his teeth across the hardened nipple. He licked away the sting and started on the other breast, sending a spasm from my stomach to my pussy. "Oh please, Paul."

"What do you need?" He asked huskily.

"I need you. Inside me, now."

Paul chuckled. "Not yet, sweetheart, I am going to taste you first." He flipped me over, sliding down my body, trailing wet kisses across my soft belly. He sat between my legs and spread them wide. Looking down at me he drew in a deep breath and growled. "You smell so good. Like sweet honey and woman, my woman." He looked up at me and I nodded. "Yours, all yours," I said softly.

"I'm going to eat at you until you scream. Then I'm going to pound into your sweet pussy until you scream." He leaned down stopping only inches from my lips. "Then, if you're lucky I'm going to fuck your ass until you scream again." I whimpered and moved restlessly against him. The dirty words that growled from his lips turned me on from hot to scorching.

After one hard kiss to my lips Paul lay down between my legs spreading them wider. He licked up the seam of my soft pussy, sending me arching off the bed. I was wet and my clit strained for attention. He lapped up the juices at my entrance making me burn inside. I groaned and writhed on the bed begging for release. Two fingers pushed inside me and his mouth sucked my clit at the same time sending me over the edge. "Yes! Paul Yes!" I screamed as my body rocked with spasms.

Paul gave me one last lick then sat up. He slipped inside me while the orgasm was still consuming me. Leaning down he braced himself on his arms above me and pushed deeper. I rocked my hips forward trying to take all of him. "You're so tight and wet. I don't know how long I can last sweetheart." His voiced was strained as he held back.

"Fuck me." I whispered. His breath hissed out between his teeth and he began pounding into me like he promised. My orgasm began building closer again with each thrust. I wrapped my legs tight around him and dug my nails into his shoulders. The sound of his thighs slapping against my ass was erotic and added flames to the fire. He bent forward to suck on one stiffened nipple. The move brought him in direct contact with my clit. I screamed out as my orgasm exploded through my body. I rocked with him moaning and crying out his name until the spasms began to ease.

Paul thrust one last time and groaned my name as hot jets of semen filled me. My limbs went slack falling to the bed boneless. Paul collapsed on top of me then slid beside me pulling me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest as we both caught our breath, Paul's heart beat fast and loud beneath me. It was music to my ears.

After we lay in silent contentment for a few moments, our legs and arms tangled together, Paul spoke. "I broke a promise to you."

"Hmm, what was that?"

He slapped my ass causing me to look up at him sharply. He chuckled and said, "I told you I would pound your ass until you screamed, but I never made it there." He nuzzled my neck and nipped at my ear. "You make me lose control when I'm buried deep inside you," He said and bit my lip softly. "But I promise it's mine next time." He growled as desire filled my eyes.

He kissed me softly then pulled away. "I'm going to the bathroom. You rest up while I'm gone, cause you're gonna need it."

I groaned in anticipation. My body had never been so sated, yet I was ready for more, anytime he wanted. "Hurry back," I said as the bathroom door shut behind him. I stretched feeling sore in all the right places; smiling at the thought of what was coming next. Paul was an extraordinary lover and I trusted him completely.

Seeing movement out of the corner of my eye, I sat up looking around. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled and my wolf snarled. The room was empty and I didn't see anything, but the beautiful ocean through the windows of our bungalow, but I could smell them. Werewolves. I started to get up when the door burst open. Three men barged in guns out. I rolled off the bed landing on the floor by the wall just as the first bullet flew by. More followed. They shot everything in sight. The windows shattered sending glass and leaves from the potted trees spraying everywhere. A bullet flew by my head hitting the wall behind me. I ducked, heart pounding. I flatten myself to the floor when the bedside lamp shattered right beside me.

I looked around for a better hiding spot, but there was nowhere. The hotel's bungalow had a lot of wide open space with a small amount of furniture. I lifted the comforter and looked under the bed. There was just enough room for me to fit. I slid under the bed as quietly as possible, although I shouldn't have bothered. The noise in the room was deafening. Every once in awhile there would be a reprieve and I could hear the clicking of clips being loaded.

I jumped when sharp thumps sounded above me and I realized they were shooting the mattress. I had to do something. I was a sitting duck, but even if I crawled out and changed into my wolf form, there wasn't much I could do against three men with guns.

I thought of Paul just in the next room and I prayed he was okay. I hoped he'd stay there and not try anything brave. He wouldn't have a chance against all those bullets. I peeked out to see more. I was right. There were three of them and I immediately knew they must be Gray's guards. They were all dressed in the black guard uniform and decked out in weapons. The only difference was they all had on black ski mask over their faces. I guessed Gray didn't want anyone to recognize them.

One guy stood by the broken bedroom door and the other two were spread out only feet from the bed. I wondered sadly if I knew any of these men; grew up with them. Did they turn on the pack or were they being blackmailed? Or did Gray send some of his original guard, the ones he had before attacking my old pack? I guessed it didn't matter right at that moment. Whoever they were had come to kill us.

"AAAHH!" I froze in alarm when a man yelled out. The sound of a body slumping to the floor made me cover my mouth to hold back a scream. Oh God! I prayed. The gunfire continued, but it was directed away from the bed. What was going on? I panicked. Was Paul out there? Oh please don't let that have been Paul.

Chapter 8

A wolf growled and I raised my head out of my hands. My eyes were blurry with unshed tears, but I had to see what was going on. "Shit!" One man cursed and I breathed out a sigh of relief to hear it wasn't Paul.

The gun fire had decreased some and I knew Paul was out there fighting for our lives. I had to get out there and help. Hiding was the best option at the time of the break in, but now Paul needed me. I slid out from underneath the bed on the side with the wall. Once out, I stayed crouched and changed into my wolf form. I felt my wolf's excitement and anticipation as my body transformed. She was ready to kick ass.

I snuck out from beside the bed and took in the scene. One of the three men was laying on the floor motionless so I turned to the other two. Paul, in his wolf form, had tackled one guy and was trying to go for his throat, but kept jumping back and darting forward to deflect the bullets coming from guy number three. I leaped onto that guy taking him by surprise. My jaw clamped onto the wrist holding his gun and he cried out as the bone cracked. When the gun dropped to the floor I continued to twist and jerk at his arm.

I was trying to bring him down, but even in his human form he was strong. I wasn't paying enough attention and suddenly he was slashing at me with a hunting knife gripped in his other hand. When the knife caught my shoulder, the razor-sharp pain buckled my leg. I instinctively dropped his wrist and backed away. He came at me again and I darted to the side.

We circled each other, both of us looking for the best opportunity to strike. "Come on, bitch. Come and get it," He barked. I ignored him and concentrated on his movements. He darted to one side, but I anticipated the move and turned just in time to miss the knife thrusting at my side. I wasn't ready for his next move though. He turned lightening quick and kicked me in the side of my head. Black spots danced across my vision and my legs trembled.

I was blinking trying to clear my head when a blow landed in my side throwing me across the room. A fierce roar reverberated throughout the room as my back slammed into one of the beams that held up the bungalow's roof. Pain exploded through my spine as I fell to the floor. I was panting hard in agony as I tried to get up. I lifted my head; black dots blurred my vision and pain shot through my skull. I slumped in defeat.

I fought to stay conscious and pay attention to my surroundings. I needed to know if Paul was okay. He was circling the guy I was fighting with moments ago. The guy was slashing the knife at Paul, but he easily deflected his attacks. Paul's moves pushed the guy into the corner of the room. As soon as Paul had him where he wanted him, he flattened to the floor just missing another knife attack and rolled. It was so quick, I almost missed it. The role brought Paul right up against the guy's leg. Paul simultaneous stood up and bit down on his knee, yanking the guy's leg out from under him.

The guy let out a grunt as he fell to the floor, his head thumping against the wood. Paul wasted no time. He leaped on top of him jaws snapping. There was screaming and a sickening crunch as he took care of the guy's other hand and his leg. I let out the breath I was holding. He wouldn't be getting up any time soon.

After changing into his human form, Paul hurried to the bed ripping the sheets into strips. He tied the men's hands and feet making sure they were secure, even though I was pretty sure two of them were dead. Paul's naked body was covered in blood. I wasn't sure who's. I cried out in frustration. He needed me and I couldn't go to him.