Page 21 of Pack Ruin
Then she growled, “Now fuck me.”
“No.” I pressed a finger to her lips now. “I’ll never fuck you, princess.” She blinked, flushing again, until I went on. “I will always make love to you. Worship and honor and cherish you, from this day until the moon falls.”
“Such a poet,” she teased, as I leaned down and began my worship at her pert nipples, then along her neck. Her skin was warm and smooth as I finished removing her clothing, followed by mine. I took a long moment just to feel her, to memorize the way her skin changed as I stroked her. To listen as her breath came in shorter pants as I traced every gentle curve and slope of her honed body, ignoring the way her legs parted as she writhed.
“More,” she begged. “Make love faster.”
I almost laughed. “Hush now. ‘You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.’” I quoted her favorite line fromPride and Prejudice, then set my mouth to her breast again. She squirmed as I lavished attention on her nipples oneat a time, quoting my favorite lines from Austen between kisses and gentle bites, then moving on to the Romantic poets.
Once she was lost in the sensations, I let one hand trail lazily down her torso until I reached the center of her pleasure, tracing slow circles around that spot, learning her desires. I was in no hurry at all. If time stopped right now, and I was caught in this moment for eternity, I would never complain.
She began to tremble as her first climax overtook her, and I watched her face transform, wishing I could capture that expression forever. I’d have to settle for making her come every day, so I could see it.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, then moved down her body, reaching behind her to lift her hips up and taste her. Cinnamon and salt, jasmine and her own sweet nectar was the best meal I’d ever imagined. I lapped up her sweetness with my tongue, devouring her.
I’d made her come twice by the time I moved back up her body. As I stared down into her damp, flushed face, and whispered, “‘And all that’s best of dark and bright, meet in her aspect and her eyes,’” she snapped.
Her wolf rose, her eyes glowing with impatient fire as she growled a demand. “Claim me now, mate!”
“Yes, my love.” I lowered myself until my mouth hovered over her inner thigh. My teeth had elongated, and I tasted the evidence of her pleasure as well as the tang of her blood as I claimed her.
Power flooded my veins. A maelstrom of power and energy, a hurricane of it. I felt it leaking from me, blazing in my eyes and down my throat as I swallowed.She rolled us over until she sat astride me, sliding down to encase my cock in her heat. Rising and falling, taking her pleasure.
Driving me to mine.
“I’m coming,” I warned her as she shuddered on me, then leaned forward, her dainty, sharp teeth piercing the flesh at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and driving in more deeply as I filled her.
A long moment passed where we stared into each other’s eyes, connected. Complete.
Then her expression changed, filling with pain and shock, as if someone had stabbed her. She slapped a hand over the mating mark on her neck from Finn, and her eyes filled for just a moment with strange red sparks.
She blinked, and they were replaced by tears. Tears of… rage?
“That chickenshit!”
11
The Long Hunt
FINNICK
The formal reception room in the Eastern pack’s Mansion was always cold. It was even colder when you’d been held in a prison cell in the sublevels for a week with no clothing, almost no food, and no one for company other than the pack torturer, Niall.
Fucking Niall.I would kill him someday, and I’d make it as slow as he’d made this punishment over the past seven days.
The bastard tightened his grip on my arm, trying to force me to my knees on the marble floor. I resisted, keeping my eyes on the Louboutin spiked heels that graced the feet of the leader of the Eastern pack, even though I was dressed in a pair of threadbare shorts and nothing else, and dizzy with hunger and blood loss. I knew better than to show any signs of weakness.
“You made us wait, Finnick,” my mother remarked from her antique ebony throne.
It wasn’t really a throne, though it had cost as much as one at the Sotheby’s auction where my father had purchased it for her, at her request. As if Mother ever made a request. Even thesmallest of whims from her was a command, and not giving her exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it, resulted in consequences.
“I’ve been here for a week, Mother. If you were waiting, I was just below.”
She scoffed. “You know I can’t abide disrespect. And yet, you made me wait.” She managed to sound as if she cared. “How many weeks were you at Northern, playing with your little friends? You’re lucky I’m not sending you below for the same number of days.”
I shivered, and Niall chuckled behind me. Father had sent me to one of the cells beneath the Mansion the moment I arrived home, and I hadn’t even seen Mother. For all I knew, she had been at a spa while I was tortured.
I kept my voice calm. “I came as soon as I could. The Northern pack was attacked by rogues. They had an almost simultaneous attack from within, by Enforcers who rose up against Alpha Hillier.”
