Treeland Pack Tales 3: A Trace of Ivy (19 page)

“Okay.” She dropped her lashes.

Mindful of the precious load in his arms, he used his
werewolf speed in a ground-eating stride, closing the distance between them and
the SUV, taking care not to jostle Ivy.

Tal opened the back door for them. “Everything okay?”

“No.” Chet snapped. Every time he blinked, he reran the
video of the insane fucker crushing Ivy. The visual fed his self-loathing and
threatened his control. A silver bullet to the brain had been way too quick an
end for the fucker. He controlled himself well enough to give rational orders
to his team. “There’s a dead rogue in the alley. Joe, you and Tal make the body
disappear. The other one went up the fire escape. He’s bleeding, so you’ll have
a clear trail. Track the bastard. Gun will come back to pick you up after he
takes us home.”

The other males piled out, and he climbed in without letting
go of Ivy for so much as a heartbeat. Vic’s parting threat still echoed in his
head. Her strong pulse under his thumb kept him from howling and ripping apart
everyone in sight. The only thing that would reassure him was licking every
inch of her and marking her precious body with his bonding scent. His cock throbbed
with need. She deserved fair warning. “When we get home, I’m going to come at
you like an avalanche. If you can’t handle it, you’ll have to get tough and
loud to keep me in line, or else move like lightning.”

Her fear had ebbed to a faint trace. She rubbed his wrist in
soothing circles, touching him with insane courage. “I know I scared you, and I
promise to try not to do it again. But you aren’t frightening me. I know you
would never hurt me. You don’t need to worry. I’m not going anywhere, my dangerous
dandy.”

He locked his jaw and tried to soften his rage.

“You’re sure you weren’t hurt?” Ivy shivered and burrowed
her nose into the sweet spot where his shoulder met his neck. “I couldn’t bear
it if you got injured because of me.”

“I promise I’m not hurt, sweet torment.” His wolf rose
closer to the surface, wanting to reclaim her right now.

“I love the way your eyes glow amber. Your focus is so
total—almost as if you intend to eat me alive. It’s very sexy.” Ivy’s lush lips
twitched at the corners—a seductive invitation to ravage. She snuggled closer,
pressing tight all along his side. Her sweet presence, along with her smile,
her nearness, and her caress, smoothed his raw edges to seminormal.

Some of the wild tension bled from him. Ivy didn’t need
superpowers to make him act like a reasonable male. She already held his heart
in her soft, soft hands.

“Give me a break.” Gun made gagging motions.

Chet’s fragile mellowness didn’t apply to the surly
enforcer. His upper lip curled in a snarl.

“He was kidding.” Ivy stroked his thigh. Then she reached
out to Gun. Right before her small palm made contact with the enforcer’s broad
shoulder, she looked back at Chet, silently asking permission to touch the
other male.

His head dipped in assent, proving he’d lost his fucking
mind.

Ivy’s hand fluttered as graceful as a butterfly and then lit
on Gun’s shoulder. The enforcer kept his eyes trained on the road. Only the
slight bunching of his deltoids signaled his awareness of the contact.

Her fingers curved, squeezing the enforcer. “Please don’t
tease Chet. He’s had a hard night.”

Gun barked a rusty chuckle, the first time Chet heard him
laugh.

The enforcer met Chet’s gaze in the rearview mirror and
sneered, but there was a definite spark of humor in his black eyes. “Yeah, sure,
whatever.”

She gave his shoulders another small squeeze. “Thank you.”

“Your lady’s some kind of brave for a Beta.” Gun caught his
eyes again.

“Too brave,” Chet muttered, and tucked her back under his
arm where she belonged.

She snuggled closer, then peered up at him. “I want to learn
how to shoot.”

He clamped his jaw to hold back the instant knee-jerk
hell no
on the end of his tongue. “I can
keep you safe.”

The moment the words spilled out, he realized his statement
was ludicrous. He had failed Ivy. Less than five minutes ago, she had damn near
been dragged off by the rogues. Thank the goddess. She was too kind to laugh in
his face.

“Nevertheless, I want a gun, and I want to know how to use
it.”

He controlled his wounded pride to give her request the
consideration she deserved. His backup piece, a baby Glock, should work well
for her small hand. With a twenty-round clip, she would have enough ammo to
make her effective. He didn’t have an excuse to deny her request, so he reluctantly
bobbed his head. “I’ll take you to the shooting range tomorrow.”

She patted his thigh again. His wolf leaned into her caress,
not giving a damn about male ego or who wielded a silly weapon.

Chet swallowed a sigh and subtly rearranged his erection. Sometimes
the beast was smarter than he was. The old wolf certainly never suffered from
worry, second guesses, or confining his big cock.

Once in the elevator, he pulled her against his front,
settling the base of his aching rod in the seam of her ass. His arousal was so
intense he was tempted to slide her up and down. Hell, if she breathed on him,
especially if she breathed on the hard pole throbbing against her butt, he’d
erupt like a volcano.

Sin stood post in front of his unit, reminding Chet the pack
didn’t have enough enforcers to guard Ivy and hunt the rogues bent on
recapturing her. There were plenty of talented soldiers who would step up if
asked. When this was over, he needed to ride Daniel to start an enforcer
training program.

The smart male on duty merely dipped his head in a show of
respect as Chet frog-marched Ivy past him.

Click
. The door
sealed behind them. Another click as the dead bolt engaged. A rustle of
material, and her bloodstained coat hit the floor. A zipper purred, and Ivy’s
pretty dress pooled at her feet. She notched up her chin in challenge. “You
looked like you might rip it off. It’s very pretty, and I’ve only worn it
once.”

“Bed,” he growled.

She leaped into his arms, wrapping around him and undoing
his tie. “I want you now. Make me yours.”

His brave, smart mate was right. The bed was too damn far
away. Needing the magic of their skin-to-skin connection now or even sooner, he
peeled off his jacket.

She tugged his shirttails free and undid his slacks. He
shoved them and his boxers past his heavy balls. She popped the front clasp on
her bra, and he skimmed the straps from her arms while suckling one hard nipple
and then the other. While he was busy loving her perfect breasts, she
unbuttoned his shirt and spread the sides, exposing his chest and engorged
cock.

The only thing separating him from paradise was a scrap of
lace. He ripped off the fragile panties and slid his fingers into her wet satin
heat. “Are you okay?”

“I need you,” she whimpered, squirming against him.

Thank the goddess. Chet lifted her. His cockhead notched
into her gateway straight and true. He managed to growl, “Tell me if you want
me to slow down.”

Then he lowered her onto his stiff member. She was still so
fucking tight he drew out the entry with deliberate, exquisite slowness.

Her sweet moans of feminine pleasure stroked his ears as he
sank deeper into heaven.

At last he hilted inside the satin smoothness of her hot
cunt. A groan of satisfaction grated from his throat.

After a long moment of simply enjoying the perfect
connection, his cock twitched. He lifted her up, groaning again at the
exquisite friction of her tight clasp, and slowly lowered her until he was
buried to the root. “Need to thrust.”

“Yes,” she hissed, arching closer and exposing angry marks
from the rogue’s grip.

He raised her again, using more care, and licked the bruises
on her rib cage and then those on her neck before he pressed her against the
wall and fucked into her satin clasp with short, desperate, grinding strokes.

Her hips jerked against him. His name whimpered from her
lips as her feminine walls clenched around his cock and released, milking his
shaft. She melted against him, surrendering to the erotic rapture and soaring
into bliss.

Pride in bringing her fulfillment lasted for a heartbeat before
her spasming pussy clamped down on him. The contractions from her climax
tightened around his cock like a fist, massaging him from tip to base again and
again.

A jolt of electricity ran from his nape to his tailbone, drawing
his balls tight against the base of his cock. Go juice rolled through his shaft
like jet fuel launching a rocket. He came in long, powerful bursts that drained
his sac and stole his breath.

He locked his knees to keep from sinking to the floor.

HOT PULSES OF his seed bathed her inner walls and triggered
new waves of bliss. The sensation caught her by surprise, tumbling her into an
orgasmic void. The ecstasy burned away the last of her tension. She melted
around Chet with all the muscle tone of party streamers. Aftershocks from the
soul-shattering climax continued to ripple deep inside her sex, making her wolf
whimper like an excited pup. She breathed his intoxicating scent and dug into
his shoulders, needing an anchor to counter the storm roaring through her body.
Her hips rolled, grinding against the rigid length still buried between her
legs.

“You could’ve been killed.” She shuddered, finding new
energy to fight the monsters trying to invade her head.

“I’m tougher than I look,” he growled.

Stripped of his elegant clothes, Chet was a force of
nature—taut bronze skin, rippling muscles, and strong bones. Barely leashed
power shimmered from him, and yet he held her with tender care. She almost
smiled, because she couldn’t imagine a more beautiful male or a more deadly one
than her dangerous dandy. He was still mortal and therefore vulnerable.

He surrounded her and filled her so completely there was no
room for terrifying beasts haunting her dreams. She smoothed her hand over him.
The flawless silk stretched over his broad shoulders, wide chest, and
corrugated abs. “You’re beyond pretty, but I would never mistake you for
anything other than a lethal predator.”

“Good, because that’s what I am—more so when it comes to
your safety.” His hold on her hips firmed, and his arousal flexed inside her.

Her sensitized slit spasmed wildly.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s happening again.” She
barely recognized the sex-hoarsened voice as hers.

“Believe, sweet torment.” His pleased growl pulled her
closer to the edge.

Fresh, hot honey gushed from her channel while her inner
walls billowed and retreated around the iron shaft pistoning into her pussy.

“Bed,” he grunted and moved her away from the wall.

Each step he took rubbed her swollen breasts on the coarse
hair covering his thick pecs and ground her rigid clit into the nest cushioning
his sex. She jerked against him, helpless to stop the powerful orgasm wringing
another release from her cunt.

They fell on his bed in a tangle of limbs. The jostle didn’t
even slow the ecstasy shivering through her sheath. She soared into utter
bliss, wailing her delight.

Chet joined her, howling as hot spurts of his cum mixed with
her cream and coated the mouth of her womb. He rose, stiff-armed above her,
pulling completely out of her pussy. The weighty length of his member rested on
her midsection. The wide, wet, plum-colored crown leaked joy juice between her
breasts.

Boneless and splayed beneath him, she still moaned for the
lost intimacy of him inside her.

“Shh, I need to mark all of you.”

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, using both hands
to encompass his girth and coat the length of his erection with the seed
spilling from his crown. Instinctively she tightened her hold and twisted as
she neared the plump head. A satisfying groan of masculine pleasure encouraged
her to pump him again.

“Spread your legs,” Chet rumbled in the almost purr that
told her he was pleased.

Ivy obeyed, widening her thighs, shameless in her need to
obey this demanding male.

Chet’s talented fingers parted her channel and found her
swollen clit. He gently circled the sensitized bud, causing her to whimper with
want. Without stopping his intimate massage, he surged higher until his taut
cockhead bumped her lips.

Her mouth parted automatically, tongue darting to lick the
drop of wild, sweet spice from his slit. His flavor was as seductive as his
scent. She lapped the welling goodness, savoring his addictive taste. When the
flow ebbed, she dipped under the rim of his crown, lightly scoring the
responsive ridge with her teeth. His cock jerked in her mouth, spilling more
delicious seed.

He thrust, and she relaxed her jaw to accommodate his size
until his thick member bumped her soft palate.

“You feel so damn good. Relax, you can take me deeper.”

His guttural command made her even hotter and more desperate
to please him. She angled her chin to ease his passage. The wide shaft pushed
farther, triggering a gag reflex.

While she fought to quell the strangling sensation, Chet
soothed her spasms by stroking her throat and canting her, allowing her to
accept his length even deeper.

He groaned approval. “Keep swallowing, sweet torment.”

Her cheeks hollowed while she followed orders and used her
hands to twist the final inches still outside her mouth.

He rumbled with satisfaction as she obeyed, working her
throat and milking hot bursts of his rich seed. Her breasts tightened, and her
sex gushed in pride for bringing him to climax.

He cupped her mound, covering her throbbing clit, and
pressed. Electric sparks of excitement raced through her, zinging all her
familiar erogenous zones and a few new ones. Her wolf writhed within and whined
with desire. She wanted to draw out the exquisite pleasure, but the sensations
were too raw to resist. Her back bowed, and a soul-fusing orgasm gripped her
pussy.