Page 15 of Ravish
He ordered, and his father turned in just enough time to catch Fantasy as she suddenly leapt on him, her dress lifted to her waist.
Roland began to move quickly to the door and shifted on his way out with Mack right behind him. He usually took histime to appreciate the run, but today was a different day. The heat cycles had begun, and he could smell some of the women in the village and hear their groans of ecstasy as they mated.
Their feet hit the grass, and they moved quickly through the village. Roland noted the men and women posted around the village on guard, and as he ran through the forest toward Shea’s home, he saw that word had spread quickly and the other clans were hiding in the foliage, keeping guard. He could scent them as he and Mack ran, excitement running through his veins. He felt exhilarated and alive; his blood was on fire from the chase and to finally pin his mate down and mark and take her for his own. Making her all his. Despite being angry with her, happiness coursed through him; he was not going to live his life without his mate nor live with a deep ache where her presence would have filled.
Having a mate was life-changing—someone you bonded with and would be a part of you for life, someone to talk to and share your burdens with, to be a mother to your children, to love and be loved. You only felt half complete until then. Roland secretly hoped to have the same fairytale love his parents had when he found his mate.
But knowing that it was Shea now, he didn’t know if that would be possible between them, maybe just mutual respect and affection for now, but he could already tell that the heat between them would be explosive. There had been signs all day with them, and now he could smell both women’s heat all the way as they ran, but hers was the most enticing to him, and she smelled divine. The things his tongue wanted to do to her—he craved her taste in his mouth, and just the thought of it made his heartbeat faster.
Roland spotted them up ahead, and he veered another way, getting ready to cut them off before they could get inside.Nothing would stop him, not even her front door. After they mated, she would not be living there any longer.
He grinned with all his teeth when he saw the look of surprise on her face, and she couldn’t slow down as she leapt up the stairs to her dwelling, where he was waiting. His smile didn’t last long as he felt a hard body hit his side, and he was knocked back, giving her time to change human again and open her door, racing inside.
Chapter 8
Shea
Shea raced down the hall like the very devil was after her. As she heard the heavy footfalls behind her, she glanced over her shoulder and saw Roland gaining on her, a look of predatory excitement on his face. Shea would have grinned from the thrill and excitement of the chase coursing through her veins, but this was a serious predicament she now found herself in. She would not allow Roland, heir of Moonshadow Clan, to tie himself for the rest of his life to her. There would be whispers and stares, and even though he was going to be king, the people in the village still did not have to accept her.
She thought maybe another mate would come along, surely; hopefully, it was unusual, but it had happened to others in the past.
Shit, she knew she was doing the right thing even if it hurt so bad right now, not only physically but also emotionally.
She’d wanted him before and had dreamed about being with him as his mate, but that had only been a dream, never a reality, and she had no illusions even now. Though her body and soul were screaming at her differently, this was just the heat driving him, and when it was over, he would come to his senses, and she would live out the rest of her days alone, again. Shea would not be able to bear the pain that would come from heartbreak: seeing Roland every day, carrying his child, but not having his heart.
It was better this way, and she pushed herself because he was almost upon her, but she made it to the door and shut it, engaging the bolt quickly to give her time to hit the mechanism that would change it into a prison until her heat passed with no one able to get in or out.
She hit the code and then dropped to her knees, panting hard as she was overcome by the intense heat and need to mate. Her pussy was weeping, throbbing with intensity; her extended nipples scraped against the material of her dress, each breath sending a shockwave to her pussy. She was sensitive everywhere and clawed off her clothing. She was keening in distress, eyes blurred with tears as she gazed at the door when Roland began to shout and pound at it.
“Shea, open this damned door.” His voice sounded rough.
“No. This is for the best.” She panted and then clenched her teeth as another wave hit, and sweat broke out on her forehead.
“I can smell you through the door, damn it. Open it. Now.” He sounded angry, the bass in his voice going deeper. Even the sound had her excited, and her pussy clenched. She rubbed her chest against the floor to get some relief and stuck two of her fingers inside; she felt wet and swollen, her flesh sucking in her fingers greedily.
“You smell delicious. Let me in. Just let me in so I can have a taste.” His voice sounded husky.
Then she thought she heard him sniffing and became wetter.
“What are you doing?” he questioned, and she jumped slightly when he continued to pound and try the knob on the door.
She groaned and added another finger, moving it erratically in and out, hoping it would help.
“You need my dick; nothing else will help, woman.” He growled.
Her eyebrows rose up.No shit, Sherlock.
“Shut up and go away!” she shouted out in frustration.
I sure as hell am going to try or die trying.She groaned in frustration and added her whole hand.
“Shea, open the door, sweetie. If you are worried about it being the first time and my size, I promise your body is meant for this.” His voice sounded cajoling.
“I have my whole hand in my cunt. I am not worried about you fitting.” She growled low and moved closer to the door.
Silence met with that response, and she would have laughed if she were not in a dire situation. It was getting worse; her body was flushed with sweat, and her juices were running down her leg and dripping onto the floor.
“You will not like what will happen to you if you do not open the door for me.” He threatened her, and she could just imagine him scowling on the other side of the door.
