She had full, heavy breasts that he didn’t hesitate to fill his hands with. They overfilled his palm, her hard nipple teasing it as she bounced faster on him.
“More,” she said softly as if it were hard to speak.
He watched a blush deepen on her chest and neck, felt the beginning spasms around his cock and sunk a fang into his lip to keep from coming. He palmed her breasts, squeezing and cupping the flesh, pulling her nipples between his fingers. A soft gasp, then moans followed. She moved faster over him and damned if he didn’t keep hold of her breasts. She was about to take them both to paradise.
She rode harder, her breathing erratic and choppy. Dmetri couldn’t hold it any longer.
There was no way—he was a god for lasting this long.
His balls pulled tight and then she slid down him once more and he shouted. She shouted too, her hips rocking wildly as her sex clamped around him. Hot squeezing muscles tightened around his cock, coated it in her honey. His cock throbbed hard, then spurted inside her, hot, white semen jetting in unending torrents, filling and filling. She took all that he gave.
With a final cry, she collapsed on top of him.
Dmetri wrapped a heavy arm around her because he couldn’t move anything else. Hell, trying to catch his breath was difficult. His thighs trembled from the force of his orgasm and that, alone, was strange enough that he didn’t want to contemplate it.
His head no longer felt groggy but his body floated with her in his arms. As he lay there, he noticed something odd. A strange feeling in his chest. He wanted to rub it but couldn’t move a muscle.
“My chest feels...different.”
She nuzzled her face against his bare chest and pressed a kiss near his nipple. “Sorry, I was digging my nails in pretty hard.”
Ah, of course. That must be it.
Chapter 11
After a long shower, Dmetri felt completely refreshed and reenergized. He dressed in another suit and pulled on a pair of shoes that weren’t caked in blood. Damn shame about his shoes.
On his way outside, he stopped and looked at the couch. Christine left after they woke up from their bout of play this morning. Having her body, no matter how unexpected she’d been, only cemented that he’d be keeping her.
But today he had a meeting with the Kategans and Brayden. After Claude’s attack last night, the pack was on high alert. The restaurant was only thirty minutes away, which meant he was close by, maybe even spying on the pack from the surrounding forest.
One thing Dmetri knew from his interviews with Claude during his trial was that the man was determined and would stop at nothing. How did he plan to kill the Kategans, though? It wouldn’t be easy and Dmetri’d make sure he didn’t succeed. Still, people’s lives were in danger so long as he was at large.
Dmetri made his rounds with the sentries. No unusual activity occured in the night. The thought wasn’t a relief; he wished Claude would attack now and get this over with. Then he could grab his new woman and head back home. He missed his massive bed and luxurious baths.
He slowed his pace to a stroll as he went up the street to Vane and Sarina’s cabin. His eyes caught a scene unraveling outside the cabin that was better than any cinema.
Brayden and Vanessa were in the midst of a heated argument. She was flushed with anger and looked like she was cursing him. Brayden stood there like a stone statue, uncaring. Then he said only a few words and her jaw dropped open, eyes wide.
She actually shook with rage. Her eyes started to glow brighter, the color of amber, and even in the daylight, they shined like gems. Her lykaen was coming through. Brayden said something else and she snapped her teeth at him but slowly the color from her eyes recessed and she stopped shaking. She said something but this time it looked like she was exhausted. She turned around sharply, her back straight as an arrow and marched away.
Dmetri came up to Brayden. “What was that all about?”
His old friend was slow to acknowledge him. “She’s an insolent brat.”
“And?”
Brayden turned fully towards him and that’s when Dmetri noticed his friend’s eyes were bright with anger. The man never let himself get this riled about anything. Dmetri shot a glance at the back of the cabin as the young Kategan disappeared behind it.
“She told me to help her situation with her father. She was trying to make me see her point of view.”
Dmetri’s brow arched high. “I take it you didn’t.” Of course he didn’t. Brayden was the senior Elder for the Justicars because of his steadfast honor and strict rule-keeping.
Brayden didn’t deign to answer that since Dmetri already knew the answer. “She called me an asshole.”
Dmetri’s laughter rang out over the street. He clapped his friend on the back. “You are an asshole, Brayden.”
His friend’s serious face, with permanent crinkles around his eyes and mouth from a life of frowning, looked all the more haggard. The normally trimmed beard he kept was growing in, which didn’t help the appearance.
Brayden’s nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. “You finally took the woman.” Dmetri scoffed, insulted. “Finally? I’ve been here only a few days and already had her.
I’d say that was pretty fast.”
“Not by your standards.”
Dmetri shrugged neither agreeing nor disagreeing. “I’ll be taking her home with me.” The only sign Brayden gave that he’d heard him was a slight shake of his head. “Like she’s some gift to put on your shelf at home.”
“Much better than a gift.”
Brayden’s lips flattened, brow pulling into a vee. “I saw your woman today. She was having a fight with another woman outside her cabin, looked like a family member. Older than her but with the same hair and eyes.”
A mixture of deadly emotions filled Dmetri. Anyone who dared to fight with his woman will feel his wrath.
“What were they talking about?” Already he felt the itchy nag to go over to Christine’s and talk to her, but dammit she just left him a couple hours ago.
“I couldn’t hear what your woman said, she spoke too quietly. But the other shouted loud enough for the entire pack to hear. I believe the words she used were ‘you fucked the vampire.’” Dmetri’s gaze shot in the direction of Christine’s cabin, a snarl on his face.
Brayden caught the look on his face. “No time for that now, we have business to deal with,”
Dmetri didn’t follow Brayden inside Vane’s cabin. He was breathing heavily and had to get himself under control. It wasn’t what her mother had said, wasn’t even the language she used, because he agreed. Christine did fuck him and quite well, in fact. But that she dared to embarrass her, to hurt her publicly, and to act as though bedding him was bad. He would have laughed if he weren’t so angry.
Brayden stepped back outside a moment later. “Now Dmetri. There’s news.”
The news wasn’t good but then again it wasn’t surprising either.
The Justicars watching Claude’s clan have seen movement in and out. Males, warriors coming and going, mostly going. When several of them didn’t come back, they set a tracker after them but the males were good and diverted the trackers off their scent.
“The perimeter is already as tight as we can make it. I saw to it myself. If anything comes our way, we’ll see it,” Vane said. He held his new baby in his arms, his big hands and arms nearly encompassing its fragile form. Dmetri thought it was the strangest sight he’d ever seen.
Alpha Vane Kategan cradling his newborn child. Didn’t get weirder than that.
“You should alert the other pack members,” Brayden said.
Vane looked at him. “They already know that something’s up. Why would I worry them further?”