Part 32 (1/2)
You'll what? asked Keri as she padded silently into the room. Kill him?
”Shut up, Mother.”
I love you too.
He rolled onto his side and stared at her. ”You know how important this was, how important it was for Meredythe to be a virgin.”
Settling herself on her haunches, Keri stared at him. No, I don't, as I've mentioned a number of times before. Evelyn also agrees with me.
Bleddyn stiffened. ”Did either of you know-”
No, Bleddyn. Neither of us had any idea. If you want my opinion, I doubt that Meredythe has had very many s.e.xual partners. She's simply been too busy with her career.
”One or one hundred,” he snarled. ”What does it matter? The damage has been done.”
With an att.i.tude like that, it doesn't matter at all, now does it? When you stop feeling sorry for yourself and you're ready to listen to logic, we'll talk more. Rising to her feet, she trotted from the room.
Growling an unflattering curse about women in general, Bleddyn rolled over on his side and stared out the window.
”Bleddyn?”
He rolled over again. Meredythe stood in the doorway.
”What?”
She walked into the room. ”There's a flaw in that seeress's prediction.”
He snorted and rolled away from her.
”d.a.m.n it, Bleddyn, listen to me.”
He kept his back to her. ”Or what? You'll jab me with the poker? It's over by the fireplace, just where you left it.”
The bed dipped. She grabbed his arm with both hands and rolled him over onto his back. ”Would you stop being so pigheaded and just listen?”
”There's nothing to listen to. Unless you're here to tell me you've suddenly managed to become a virgin.”
She gaped at him.
”No, I didn't think so.”
”You a.s.shole.” Then she slapped his face.
Erupting from his supine position, he captured Meredythe's wrists, shoved her down on her back and rolled on top of her. She froze, her wide eyes tinted with fear.
His face only inches from hers, he growled, ”Never, ever do that again.”
She wiggled and tried to free her hands. ”What are you going to do, bite me?”
Bleddyn stared down into her angry face. Pulling his lip back, he bared his teeth and snarled. She didn't flinch.
She's not afraid of me. For the first time since he'd discovered she wasn't a virgin, hope stirred in Bleddyn's heart. Over the centuries, almost every person who'd learned the truth about him had feared him. Meredythe didn't.
He smiled, remembering the sting from her slap. ”Do you talk with your hands all the time?”
”Okay, I shouldn't have hit you. I'm sorry.” She wiggled some more. ”Let me go.”
With the werewolf in his soul howling for a fast, hard mating, Bleddyn shook his head. She may not have been a virgin, but she was still his. ”I don't think so.” And he covered her mouth with his.
At first she stiffened with surprise, but his soft kisses and nibbles soon had her answering his kisses with her own. When he released her wrists, her hands fell to his shoulders and began to caress his upper arms.
His mouth left hers and trailed kisses down her neck while one hand slipped under her s.h.i.+rt and cupped her breast. She arched into his hand.
”Not fair,” she gasped. ”I can't...talk...”
”Good,” he growled and ripped off her s.h.i.+rt.
Blood pounding in his ears, Bleddyn captured her lips again and sucked Meredythe 's tongue into his mouth he yanked the sweatpants she was wearing down her thighs then slid his fingers between her legs.
She was so very, very wet.
Bleddyn groaned as his aching, rock-hard c.o.c.k jerked once, then again. He needed to bury himself in her hot, wet c.u.n.t, but first, he wanted her to touch him.
Pulling his hand away from her thighs, Bleddyn captured one of Meredythe's hands and guided it to his erection, shuddering as she grasped it then danced her fingers first up and down its length, stroking down one side and up the other.
As he mated his tongue with hers, she gripped his c.o.c.k and, slowly at first, then faster and faster, pumped it, her fingers squeezing then relaxing then squeezing harder again. Bleddyn groaned again into her mouth as she rubbed his first drops over the head of his c.o.c.k. His b.a.l.l.s tightened even more. The urge to explode built higher and higher.
”Easy, love. Not yet. I'll come too soon.”
”Good,” she hissed against his mouth. ”About time you lost control.”
Chuckling, Bleddyn slid his fingers into her wet slit. ”You're the one who's going to lose control, love.”
Meredythe moaned and spread her legs. Yes. This was what she wanted, what she needed. She stabbed her tongue into his mouth, mating it to his. When he slid first one finger then the second inside her, she sobbed and thrust her hips against his hand.
”More, please, harder.”
She tilted her head back when his mouth left hers to trail kisses down her neck to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He sucked first one then the other nipple into his hot mouth as his fingers slid around and around her c.l.i.t.
Moaning into his mouth, she thrust against his hand again.
He raised his head from her breast and stared into her face. ”What do you want, Meredythe?”
She gripped his shoulders with both hands, straining against the fingers that swirled and danced between her thighs. ”You,” she sobbed. ”Please, I need you inside me.”
His breathing grew harsher. ”Like this?” He thrust first one then two fingers into her.
A low, keening moan escaped from Meredythe's throat as she ground her c.u.n.t against his fingers, her internal muscles clutching at the slippery digits as he pumped them. The musty aroma of s.e.x swirled and wafted around them, flooding Meredythe's senses. Her arousal spiraled.