Page 39 of Elusive Mate

“That’s it,” he said, his voice ragged with desire. “Take it all.”

He reached down, taking her head between his hands, holding her steady and fucking her mouth and throat—first at a leisurely pace and then with more speed. Zenya swirled her tongue all around him, but then focused her attention on the sensitive underside.

“Fuck, Zenya. How did I live without you?” he groaned as he pushed deep and sent a torrent of cum down her throat.

He reached down the front of her sweater, giving her nipple a hard tweak through her lace bra. He drew her up, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as she rubbed against him, indicating she’d like more. But she had learned quickly—all matters of a sexual nature belonged to Lucian and Lucian alone. She could ask for what she wanted, but she didn’t always get it.

“Not right now my beautiful tigress, but later. I think we’ll eat with the clan, but your alpha is having you for dessert.”

Zenya could feel heat and color rising up her cheeks. He kissed her again, running his hand down the curve of her ass.

“On our wedding night, I will introduce you to the most wonderful sensation.”

“Are you going to release your barbs?” she asked, not sure what she wanted the answer to be.

“Yes, my sweet, and you will yowl for me as they score your pussy, preparing it for my seed. Behave yourself.”

She nodded. Two nights ago, she’d picked a fight with him and had stormed out of dinner. He had followed her up to their room, bound her to the headboard and edged her for several hours. By the time he finally released her, she was frantic for him and had climaxed as he’d shoved himself in. The man not only had an enormous, gorgeous cock, he knew how to use it and how to control his own need to give her what he believed she needed.

And therein lay the problem. She struggled with her feelings for Lucian. On the one hand he was high handed, arrogant, and far too dominant for her liking—an alpha through and through. Zenya saw herself as far too independent for him. There were times that she felt as if he was going to swallow her up—and not just when he was eating her pussy, which he could do for hours. On the other hand—just as he said—she missed him when they weren’t together. The longer they were apart—as in not in the same room—the worse the feeling was and could usually only be remedied by coupling.

The only thing she did know was that she needed to get away, and it needed to be soon. Zenya would not allow herself to be railroaded by Lucian and her brother. As much as she liked having sex with Lucian, this was not the life she wanted for herself. She wanted the life she had been building in the Outer Banks, but that had been taken away.

At long last, most of the clan said, and far too quickly for her, their wedding day arrived. Lucian had seen himself as following a long-standing tradition and left their room before midnight the day before. The fact that he’d taken her to bed at noon and made love to her almost continuously until he left her sated, sore and exhausted didn’t seem to offend his old-fashioned sensibilities.

That evening at sunset, the bridal arch was set on a raised platform so their people could see the ceremony. Zenya walked down the aisle in a gown made of symmetrical champagne lace over a nude lining. The gown included dramatic lace bell sleeves, an open back, and a dropped waist in an A-line silhouette.

Zenya wore her strawberry blonde hair, which had mellowed to more of a honeyed-wheat, loose and with a swept back side held in place by a pearl and diamond comb that had been her mother’s and made her trip down the aisle and up the steps of the platform, ignoring her brother. With the vows read, and the bonds sealed, they partied well into the night.

The champagne flowed, the food was marvelous, and Zenya thanked their housekeeper and cook many times over, laying the success of the celebration at their doorstep. When she had danced until she thought her feet would fall off, her brother requested a dance with her.

“Zenya, you have to dance with me. I’m your brother and beta to the clan,” Zaiden entreated.

“And I am first lady of the clan and keep your alpha warm and happy at night. Want to guess which one of us wins that fight?”

She turned away and found Lucian. She sidled up to him and smiled seductively. He brushed his lips across hers. “You look so beautiful.”

“I hope you didn’t eat too much cake. I think you said something about dessert…” She let her words and fingers trail along his chest.

“Not to worry, sweetheart, I’m ravenous.”

She laughed gently. “Let me have just a few minutes to get ready. I’d like to give you something special.”

“Every time is special with you,” he murmured, taking her hand and kissing her fingers.

She left Lucian, Zaiden, and the rest of their clan enjoying themselves as she entered their room, and she walked to Lucky’s cage, opening it to the outside world. The bobcat walked to the open gate and looked out into the darkness.

He rubbed against her legs. “You’re all healed up. Go out there and make something of yourself. But if you like it here, everyone seems to love you, so I think your life is whatever you want to make of it. I plan to do the same.”

She walked to the French doors that led out onto the balcony, opening them before returning to her room, entering the closet to retrieve the tapestry carpet bag she’d brought with her from North Carolina. She called for her tigress, who’d been prowling in the corners of her mind for hours. An icy mist swirled all around her with crystalized blue shards, rumbling thunder, and surges of lightning.

Her tigress stretched before picking up the bag in her mouth, trotted toward the balcony, picking up speed and leaping down to the darkness below.

She was free.

CHAPTER 16

ZENYA

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