Will Sean be able to finally claim Sharla? Will Megan prevent them? What will the alpha wolf say? And where in the hell did he get that cigar?
The day’s light was dimming already, and being late summer it would soon set. Which would at least afford them privacy. He picked a rocky outcropping offering plenty of shadows and protection from the spray and set a pissed off Sharla down.
“Take me back there. I want to go back to Megan. You had no right to make us stop.”
He shook his head. “Sorry. No can do. Nobody gets to boss my mate around.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Except maybe me, on occasion.”
She took a step back, huddling in the blanket. “Your-you’re mate? Me?” She shook her head. Curls went everywhere. “That can’t be right. I belong to Megan.”
“No you don’t. She just wants you to think you do.” He stepped forward until she had no choice but to back into the rocks. “Megan’s a witch and you’ve been under her spell for a long time I’d wager. It’s time you came into your own, my lady.”
Her chin trembled. “You’re wrong. Megan’s not a…”
“Witch? Yes she is. I’ll prove it to you. Here. Taste.” He held out his wrist, where a bit of blood had dried around the cut already. But it would suffice, he hoped.
She turned her pretty little head away. “Yuck.”
He laughed. Oh, as his mate she’d see much worse than that, but first, she had to be able to see clearly. He couldn’t bring a witch-spelled mate into the pack. His alpha would literally kill him. “All right. Then we’ll do it this way.”
With only a thought he elongated a fang. He used it to tear the wound open again, just enough to get few fresh drops. With his own blood on his lips – wolf blood, blood untainted by magic – he kissed her.
She squirmed her head away but he brought it back, thrusting his tongue deep between her soft lips. He moaned at her taste. His cock hardened, wanting more. Mate, his wolf urged. Take her. But he’d already decided he wouldn’t, not until she had her wits about her. Not until she could be fully his. He broke the kiss and inched away.
Her eyes flew open. At first her expression held shock, but it soon gave way to sadness. She shivered as she crumpled towards the sand.
He caught her, pulled her close, and sat on the beach with her in his lap. He’d sit there all night with her if need be. He had no where else to go, nothing else to do but wrap what protection he could give around her like a blanket. He sniffed. The blanket stank like Megan. He sighed. “I suppose I could let you go back to her, if you really want to be controlled by her for the rest of your life. If not, you can come with me. Join my pack and find something real to belong to.”
She raised her head up. There were tears of resignation in her eyes. He gently kissed them away. My mate, so smart. “Nobody gets away with using my mate. But if submission is what you desire, I can certainly help you with that.” He winked, giving a playful smile. “I am a bit of an expert.”
She bit her lip and looked too damn beautiful. She took his breath away in all her expressions, even uncertainty. “Megan’s married now.” She sniffed, looking wistful. “She probably doesn’t have much time for me any more.”
He rubbed her shoulders through the blanket. “Honey, listen. I’ve got all the time in the world for you. I’m not going to let you down. Whatever it is you need, I will provide it. You can trust me.” She smiled radiantly. “Would you like to submit to me tonight, Sharla?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
In answer, she opened the blanket and he saw her as his naked mate for the first time. His wolf clamored for him to finish. His human side begged patience and honesty. “I need to bite you. Is that okay?”
A ripple went through her. Was it pleasure? God, he hoped so. His cock thrummed against the placket of his pants and his wolf hungered greedily.
She nodded and he laid her on the sand, blanket underneath. He would have her here, tonight. His way. He entered her slowly until they were fully joined. She fit perfectly against him, his head right above hers. “My name is Sean,” he whispered in her ear as his fangs lengthened, eager to make their mark. “I’m your mate. Anything you need, you just ask me. From now on, I will take care of you. Do you understand? Do you wish to continue?”
She looked startled at being asked. But then something else flashed in her eyes. Determination, maybe. Or self awareness. Maybe for the first time in a long time she was being given the power to decide her own path. “Yes,” she said. “Bite me. Hard.”
He sank his fangs into her neck. She screamed, the sound nearly drowned out by his own roar as he came, spurting heat into her core. She trembled under him, and he held her tight as she arched her back, her own orgasm breaking over her in a wave so intense he could sense it. Afterward, they laid together for a long time, him moving slowly inside her, enjoying the sensations as they built and ebbed, learning each other’s moves and likes. As the dark settled in, the alpha wolf appeared on the sand silhouetted by the moonlight.
It approached but kept its head down, and stayed a respectable distance way. It dropped a bag in the sand, then trotted off.
Curiosity got the better of him. He licked Sharla’s neck to soothe her cries of protest before leaving her. Inside the bag were the rest of their clothes, a bottle of champagne, some pillows, two cigars and a flashlight. He put on his shirt and shoes and took the bundle to Sharla. “Put your clothes on. We need to move on.” For one thing the smell of Megan still lingered in the air, and he needed to be rid of it. For another thing, the surf would come pounding in making their hiding place unlivable in a few hours.
The corner of her mouth quirked up. “Yes sir.”
He grinned like a fool. A happy fool. Oh this was going to be fun. “Let’s go.” His car was only a few minutes away. With it he could drive all night and in the morning he’d take her to another beach, and then another, stopping along the way as many times as they liked on the way home. And then he’d teach her, finally, how to submit to the right person. The right man. The right wolf for her.
Who said weddings were boring affairs?
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