Part 6 (1/2)

”His heart. They had torn the heart out of my father's body. William would take it before the pack, let them smell-smell my father-and then he would eat it.” Tori blanched, wheeling away and pressing her face to the cool pane of gla.s.s as she battled nausea. Declan stood behind her, his clenched fists shoved deep into his pockets while he breathed slowly-through his nose, out of his mouth- battling down the helpless rage.

”They met only a few days later. He wanted them under his control before the next full moon because he intended to lead a rampage. He intended to start hunting the way the were hunted centuries ago.

Hunting humans.”

He turned away, sighing. Reaching up, he rubbed his hand over the back of his neck, rolling it in effort to relieve the tension. ”I was only sixteen, but I was my father's son. He had been a good man, an honorable one. And he did his best to raise me that way. And I was still all too human. A lot of weres lose some of their humanity when they change. I never did. The thought of hunting people for sport, when the urge to hunt can be overcome, sickened me.

”I had been in the shadows and when he started telling the pack how things would be, I wanted to go out. But Aidan kept me back. I'm not sure what he was waiting for, but he made me wait.”

”And then William's people brought forth this little Styrofoam cooler and took this b.l.o.o.d.y pulp from it. It was the men who had led the ambush when my father was killed-they all stood around, almost smiling-they were f.u.c.king proud as they held this b.l.o.o.d.y pulp like some prize. And I smelled it, my father's blood. I lost control, well, maybe not lost. I never tried to stop it. I s.h.i.+fted and charged out of the shadows where Aidan was holding me and tore through the crowd. The pack scattered, and they all cowered. I killed them, the men who had ambushed my father. Aidan had already rounded up the men loyal to my family and they cornered William while I ripped out the throat of one.

The other took off running. I think he thought I was my father. I jumped on him and s.h.i.+fted before I snapped his neck.”

His hands ached. Looking down, he flexed them. ”They had killed a good man. I can't say I regret killing them.

But I think I hated them more because I had to kill them. Killing them changed something inside me.

Something that even being bitten by a were could not have touched. Killing them cost me more of my humanity than anything else has.” He could still feel it, still feel the hot rush of blood as he bit down through warm, struggling flesh. Feel the pop as he snapped the bones in the neck. That had started him down the road he was still walking, decades later, and though he didn't regret the choices he had made, he often wondered what it would have been like, if he hadn't been infected.

Two hands came down and covered his, wrapping them and lifting them upward until she could press a kiss to each palm. ”If it hadn't hurt you inside, then it would mean you were just as twisted as they were,”

she said softly, wrapping her arms around him and cuddling her body to his.

”I had to kill William as well. Not that I hadn't wanted to, but after I killed the second man, I lost some of the anger, and I could feel them all, feel their hunger, their terror, their excitement. I killed him. And then I walked away.”

”Walked away?”

”I am solitary. I run with no pack. I left them there in the clearing and told Aidan I wanted no part of them.

Their politics are why my father died. Da was trying to change things. And things were getting better, would have been better still. But the pack was lazy. They didn't want to learn control, didn't want to change.”

”Then that just means they are still more human than they want to think. Humans hate change. Hate trying the unknown.” She led him to the broken down recliner in the corner and curled up on his lap. ”Why are you telling me all of this?”

Running one hand down her back, savoring the warmth of her flesh under the silk s.h.i.+rt she had snagged from his closet, Declan said, ”I do not know what it is like to live with the monster you now have inside you. But I understand not being completely human. You're not alone.”

He could feel her smile against his chest, feel the warm caress of her breath through the s.h.i.+rt he wore when she whispered, ”I know.”

When her body s.h.i.+fted and straddled his, he thrust his hips up, rubbing his hardening length across her exposed folds. The ripening scent of her body beckoned him as he reached up and grabbed the s.h.i.+rt she wore, jerking until it fell from her smooth white shoulders in shreds. She laughed and stroked her hands up until she could cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, rubbing her thumbs against her reddened nipples before one hand went down to pluck and stroke her c.l.i.t.

”b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l,” he hissed as he watched the play of her long slim fingers on her flesh-working her body closer to climax. He could smell her-peaches, s.e.x-growing stronger as her arousal grew. He lifted her with one hand, trapping her fingers between them as she started to slide them inside her wet v.a.g.i.n.a. She laughed as he tore his jeans open before catching the cheeks of her a.s.s in his hands.

”What's your hurry?” she asked, leaning forward to press her lips against his in a slow, tender kiss while she resisted the pull of his hands. ”I want to taste you.”

His hands paused, hesitated and fell away as she leaned down. But it wasn't his neck she was going for.

Her hot, wet mouth trailed lower and lower until she s.h.i.+fted out of the chair to kneel in front of him.

Wrapping one hand around the base of his shaft, she gave a low hmmm of approval before she leaned forward and daintily licked from root to tip. Taking that fat flared head that enticed her so into her mouth, she suckled on it before pulling away to stare up at Declan. ”I'll try to do this without nicking you this time,” she murmured before she took his length down her throat, again, and again-until Declan's hands closed over the arms of the chair and his nails tore into the fabric as he struggled not to come in the wet cave of her mouth.

His c.o.c.k head lodged down her throat, blocking her air briefly before she figured out she really didn't need to breathe as much as she once had. Keeping him there, she rocked back and forth slightly, shuddering with pleasure as the low groan vibrated from his chest throughout his body.

Through the s.h.i.+eld of her lashes she looked upward, staring up the length of his body, at his quivering belly, the shuddering of his chest as he struggled to breathe, the fine sheen of sweat that covered those yummy muscles, up the line of his throat to stare at his face.

His lashes were lowered to half-mast, his lips parted, a look of half bliss, half torture on his face. Sliding back down, she savored the smooth, thick length in her mouth, the salty taste of his skin, the pulse of life just underneath. Her lungs started to ache just a little and she pulled away, took a breath and lapped at the underside of his c.o.c.k before taking it back into her mouth. He hissed again when one of her canines grazed his flesh. Jerking away, she whispered, ”I'm sorry.”

Declan seized her head and guided it back to his c.o.c.k, to the tiny drop of blood that beaded along the shaft.

”Again,” he whispered roughly, slipping his thumb inside her and opening her mouth. ”Again.” When her mouth closed over his c.o.c.k, he groaned in ecstasy. Her tongue sought and soothed the tiny nick while she suckled on him, eagerly lapping up the scant amount of blood before she went back to taking his length down her throat.

One hand buried and twisted itself into her tumbled hair, while his other hand went to cup his b.a.l.l.s as she relaxed the muscles in her throat until she had taken as much of him down her throat as she could. Unable to stop, he reared up, clasped her head in both hands and pumped his hips, shoving his c.o.c.k in and out as hot spurts of come pulsed from his c.o.c.k into the wet silk of her throat.

His hands fell from her scalp, half numb, and she started to pull back, allowing his semi-hard c.o.c.k to slip from her grasp-pausing to swab it with her tongue before she went to nibble and suckle on the head of his d.i.c.k, probing the small hole at the tip with her tongue for a few seconds-then lifting her head to stare at him.

”You taste good,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his flat belly before settling back on her heels and staring up at him, her hands pressed together between her knees.

He lifted heavy lids to stare at her as she knelt in front of him. He reached for her and drew her onto his lap, his c.o.c.k starting to twitch as he smelled her. f.u.c.k, she was even more turned on now than she had been before she started. Cupping her p.u.s.s.y in his hand, he discovered she was wet-wetter than she had been before she'd gone down on him.

”Ride me,” he whispered roughly, guiding her wet entrance down until the tip of his shaft was encased in her tight little sheath.

Hooking her ankles behind his back, her arms around his shoulders, she obeyed, rolling and rocking against him lazily as he took the tip of her breast in his mouth, capturing the hard nub of her nipple between his teeth.

Her walls clenched tightly on him, making him groan and she laughed, repeated it over and over again.

Behind her, he started to probe the entrance of her a.s.s.

She went stiff, lifting her head to stare down at him.

Her eyes were foggy and slitted with l.u.s.t, but Declan sensed the reluctance inside her. ”What bothers you about this?” he asked, easing his index finger inside until it was seated down to the webbing of his fingers.

”It's just s.e.x, someplace I could put my c.o.c.k and have you coming like you've never done before.”

She started to shake her head no but then he rolled his hips as he pulled his finger back and slid it home again.

”That feel good?” he purred when her eyes flew wide and then fluttered closed. ”You're so tight,” he crooned, setting his hips to a slow gentle rhythm while he finger f.u.c.ked her a.s.s, using that stimulation to bring her to climax. ”It does feel good, doesn't it, Tori?”

”Yes,” she gasped as she climaxed around him, her v.a.g.i.n.al walls milking his c.o.c.k, while the muscles in her r.e.c.t.u.m gripped his finger.

”It could feel better,” he offered when she collapsed against him.

He was still hard inside her.

She lifted her head slowly to stare down at him. ”Will it hurt?” she asked breathily while he continued to move her hips against him.

”If it does tell me, and I'll stop,” he promised, lifting her from him. He came free from her with a soft, wet, sucking sound and deposited her in the chair before he left the room. She eyed him warily when he returned, a tube in his hand. ”Turn around,” he ordered softly after he pulled her still shuddering body to her feet.

She started to hesitate but remembered-remembered how he had hesitated when she had told him she wanted to taste him. Taste his c.o.c.k, not his blood. And he had let her taste both. She turned and got down on her knees when he urged her to, bending over the chair so that it supported her torso.