Xan's Feisty Mate (12 page)

The closer he got to the temporary quarters he and Breezy would be staying in, the more excited he became. All three Mattice men stood as he entered, their expressions relaxing when they recognized him.

“Have y’all been given a room yet?” Xan questioned. The thought they’d be sharing a wall with his mate’s family didn’t sit well with him. Not when he planned to fuck the shit out of her. His cock strained against his pants. It had been too long since he’d been inside her wet heat.

The thought of suppressing his urges was like a pain, his cock already thick and throbbing was impossible to ignore. His new family seemed to understand and left with a few words, ones he couldn’t recall. Mating heat. He was sure that was what was pounding in his veins.

Breezy shifted on the sofa. “Are you okay?”

“No, no I’m not. You gonna kiss me better?”

Her eyes traveled down his length, stopping on the erection barely contained by his jeans. Her pink tongue came out, licking at the mouth he’d fantasized about on more than one occasion, biting into her bottom lip.

“I’ll do better than kiss your booboo.” His mate stood, then grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. Lust had him following like a whipped pup. Her sin-inducing ass swayed in front of him, and he couldn’t wait to have his dick in her mouth, his seed spurting over her tongue while she wrapped those lips around him.

“I can hear your thoughts you know.” She got up on the bed. “I may not have any practice at this, but what I lack in actual doing, I will more than make up for in wanting.” She reached for the snap of his jeans, easing the zipper down, and letting his cock spring free into her waiting hand. Slowly she stroked the length of him, holding his gaze while she did.

He fisted his dick at the base, holding the need he felt bubbling up to come and come now back. Her eyes dropped to the bead of moisture on the tip, and like a kid at a candy store she licked it up with greed.

Her multi-colored hair reminded him of cotton candy as he let his hand sift into the back, holding her in place, anchoring her where he wanted her. There was no need as she set up a suck and slurp, her gaze on his while she brought her other hand up to cup his balls.

“Fuck, suck me harder. Deeper, Breezy.” He rocked up on his toes, holding his breath while she took him to the back of her throat. His own eyes were fixed on where his dick disappeared between her plump lips. He’d imagined what it would be like to have her mouth on him, but the reality was ten times better. He allowed her to pull back, letting her play with the tip of his dick, the swollen head looking almost too big to fit inside her mouth, let alone her tight pussy. She licked at the moisture that seeped out, humming at the contact, then her lips enclosed him again. Her diabolical tongue worked the underside, bolts of pleasure jolted through him and he had to work not to growl.

He was ready to take over and fuck her face like a madman, but allowed her to control the tempo.

Her hand twisted around his shaft, the other squeezed his balls.

“Babe, you need to quit playing.” He groaned as she pulled back, her pink tongue ran over the head, then licked her lips before she sucked him all the way to the back of her throat again. Her head bobbed, tongue working the underside and tip.

She had him by the balls, in all ways. His hands tightened in her silken hair, guiding her in the tempo he needed. Pleasure unlike any he’d had washed over him, like a freight train it was unstoppable.

He couldn’t stop, didn’t want to. Tensing, he unleashed all that he was, let her see the beast she’d created, and fucked her mouth.

Her eyes shined up at him. She knew and she loved it.

“That’s it, don’t stop. Fuck, yeah. Deeper. You can handle me.” His words sounded harsh in the quiet room.

His toes tingled, the feel she was sucking the very soul from him entered his mind. The tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat, and his mate swallowed around it, adding the final layer to his demise. Every fiber of his body locked up, spasming, and he thrust faster, past her lips, bumping the back of her throat each time.

“Swallow, Breezy,” he ordered in a rough tone, yet his hands were gentle as they held her to him. They were in perfect harmony that each time he went in deep, she swallowed around the head.

“God, you’re gonna kill me. Perfect. So damn perfect.” He watched her cheeks hollow out as she tried to suck every drop from him. He pulled out, amazed to see her chasing the flushed mushroom shaped head with her tongue.

“Why’d you stop,” she whimpered.

Her gaze was hot as she looked up at him. He had to shake his head at her pretty pout.

“You sucked me dry, sweets.” Through the pounding in his head he kicked his shoes off, and got rid of his pants. His mate didn’t look nearly as satiated as him, and from the hot look in her eyes, she needed some relief. “Are you wet?” he rasped.

“I don’t know, big guy. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”

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B
reezy couldn’t believe she enjoyed that as much as she did. His dick already getting hard, put most men, even those in pornos to shame. She sent him a come hither look, tugging her top over her head. With a slight wiggle, her pants landed next to his. Heat flared in Xan’s eyes, like a mini caress across her skin.

“Ah, I like how you think.” His whispered words made her smile.

She knelt on the bed, and spread her legs. “Are you going to find out if I’m wet or not? She quirked a brow, her hand trailing down her stomach.

He inhaled. “I know you are. I can smell you.”

The ache between her legs intensified, became an incessant throb. She wanted to have him again, the memory of the last time they were together flashed in her mind. “You gonna do something about it, or do I need to take care of it myself?” Her hand skimmed toward the tiny panties covering her lower half.

Xan’s hands, which had been curled into fists, relaxed, a smile lit his features. “Show me what you like.”

Suddenly she wasn’t so sure of herself. Her breath came in uneven pants, but didn’t allow it to stop her from delving beneath the thin silk. The tips of her fingers feathered over the hardened nub of her clit, making her cry out. Her head fell back and a moan escaped her throat. She ran her index and middle finger in a circle. So close, she was poised on the edge, knowing he was watching made her excited, enflamed and just when she was ready to fall apart he pulled her fingers away.

“Xan...?” she cried.

“You don’t come unless it’s on my finger, my tongue, or my cock,” he growled.

The very air stilled. Breezy’s abdomen flipped over at his words. “I don’t want to unless it’s with you, Xan.”

Her statement brought a flush to his tan features, the calm Xan disappeared, and was replaced by the big bad alpha she knew and loved. Her logical mind knew it was crazy, but she was beyond logical. She was in love, and wanted anything and everything he could give her.

“Fuck, I love every facet of you. Whether you’re being this sweet, giving woman, or the feisty little thing that drives me insane. I love you.” He smoothed his palm down her chest, grabbing the fingers she’d had in her panties. One by one he licked the digits, holding her hand. “Trust me to give you what you need when you need it, and I will always ensure your pleasure.”

Startled by the sincere honestly and the eroticism he invoked, she nodded. His callused palm smoothed down her back as he got up to kneel in front of her. Breezy shifted until they were knee to knee. “I trust you with everything I am. You can trust me to do the same.”

His voice─ that velvet promise of everything, wrapped in steel, came out against her lips. “Of course I trust you, mate.”

The thrill of knowing he spoke the truth and the sensation of his erection brushing her stomach, sent shivers up her spine. Everywhere she looked she saw, felt, and smelled Xan.

“Will you fuck me now?

He shook his head. “No, now I will make love to you.”

She’d stiffened when he’d said no, then gasped at his words of love. Her panties were the only thing separating them. With a growl he sliced one side off then the other, ending both their torment.

Her nipples ached to be touched. Hell, at this point, every part of her was one ball of need.

Two of his fingers traced a slow path across her collarbone, down to her breast, teasing a path around the aching tip. He took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan she couldn’t contain.

Almost on top of that motion, he continued his leisurely path, two digits finding their way through her slick folds, plunging inside and flicking his thumb over her clit at the same time. “So wet for me.”

She thrust her hips forward, needing him to rub faster, to pump faster.

Ringing in her ears roared, every beat of her heart throbbed with each pulse of his fingers. “Please, Xan. I need to come.”

“Come, babe. Let me feel it.”

She screamed, pure pleasure rushed over her as she came. Her breath hissed out, the sensation almost too strong for her.

Xan eased his fingers out of her, the emptiness had her reaching out, hating the loss. She whimpered in protest.

“No worries, I plan to fill you up.” His arms lifted and placed her in the center of the bed.

Utterly transfixed on the sight of him guiding the tip of his dick to her drenched core, she could only lay back and wait. He eased in, and out, until she’d accepted all of him, and then came over her completely. His eyes looked almost feverish with lust.

Breezy grasped his shoulders with her hands, keeping her claws to herself. “Move or I’ll flip us and ride you like I mean it.”

“You sound so sexy talking like a dirty bitch.”

She was holding on by a thread, but had no time to put her words to action. His hips pulled back and slammed back inside. The hard penetration made her claw at his back, grabbing for something to hold onto.

“You are like warm, living heaven. I don’t ever want to leave,” he groaned and thrust again. His rhythm held no finesse, but on each inward or outward thrust, he lit up every nerve ending in her pussy. Blood flooded her sex, and then, staring into his eyes she came.

He swallowed her scream, his lips and tongue ate at hers.

The mix of his flavor and hers coated their tongues. This raw and powerful need threatened to steal her sanity, but he’d be there to catch her, so she let herself go. She could feel every ridge of his cock while her pussy gripped him, rippling around him.

His hoarse shout followed hers, the throb and warmth of his seed made her climax go on and on. It twisted and spiraled past anything she’d ever imagined, or heard of in all her late night talks with her friends.

Body a boneless mess, she lay under his, locked together in the deepest pleasure they could experience, and yet she knew it would only get better. His arms held most of his weight, and his eyes a warm caress staring down at her.

Their breaths mingled together, hearts in complete accord. Life was damn near perfect, if there wasn’t a stalker trying to kill her.

He rolled to the side. “Don’t think about it.” Xan smoothed his thumb between her eyebrows.

“Am I getting wrinkles,” she joked.

“No. You could have a thousand little lines, a head of gray hair and I’d still think you were sexy as sin. Let’s get some sleep.”

He positioned them so he was behind her, the solid warmth of her mate around her back, his large hand splayed protectively on her stomach. The steady beat of his heart lulled her to sleep, secure in the knowledge she was safe.

When she woke, she was alone, the spot where her mate should have been was cold. She stretched, a smile broke out on her face. She’d never seen her own blood donor, aka her mother, look happy. Of course, the memories she had of Sandy were all tarnished with ones of fists, claws, or whatever implement she chose to beat Breezy with. A shudder wracked her, making her pull the cover up from the bottom of the bed. “She can’t hurt me now,” she whispered, looking around the space they’d been given in the club’s underground apartments.

All thoughts of her childhood before her father had kicked his mate out blended together in a haze. For a time Breezy thought all families were like hers. It wasn’t until she’d gone to school and realized the other kids weren’t suffering at the hands of a mama wolf. The only time she’d told of the beatings to a
friend
, her mom had been called into the office. Breezy had been all of five, and the break in her arm hadn’t quite healed yet. She’d cried out after falling off the monkey bars, and thought it was only natural to explain her arm was still broken from her mother snapping it because she was mad. Breezy learned to never tell anyone what she suffered through after that, and was lucky her dad and brothers had been off hunting for the weekend, giving her a chance to cry and heal. Her mother made sure she knew better than to open her mouth again. She wasn’t sure if the crazy woman would have actually killed Shaw and Parker, but the threat had been made with such vehemence, and backed with pain, Breezy gladly kept her mouth shut.

It took her a few minutes to realize her knees were cramping from being pulled up to her chest. Trauma from her childhood, and kneejerk reactions, brought back the old routine she’d fought so hard to forget. Years of abuse couldn’t be undone, when the recent attacks seemed to be targeting her. She was glad the ones out to get her were men, and not a woman who vowed to kill her. Twenty years was a long ass time to hold a grudge, especially when she’d been a child who’d done nothing to deserve such wrath.

Thoughts of Xan and the sexual acts they should be doing raced through her system. A shower would revive her and wash away the dregs of the past, or at least make her feel clean.

Chapter Nine

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K
ellen was pacing, never a good sign as far as anyone was concerned. Xan closed the solid door behind him, glad no one else was in their inner sanctuary. He and the Club P needed time to talk. Their pack was growing and things were changing. They’d added a human to the fold, who was now a wolf, but he also brought along his humans...Xan didn’t think all the men Rowan introduced were quite human. Or at least, they were extraordinary, with talents that most men didn’t have.