Checkmate (13 page)

With a hand on her belly, he gently pushed her to the ground, still ever careful of her wound, and raised his shirt to uncover her mound.

“I love how fucking good you smell,” he said, leaning into her core and inhaling. His shoulders pressed on her inner thighs, widening them even more and his hands came up under her ass to cradle her. On his elbows, Eli stared at her pussy, which contracted at the intensity she saw plastered on his face.

“Oh God,” she breathed. She wanted him so bad. Only two measly inches separated his mouth from her labia.

A heartbeat later, nothing stood between them. The tip of his tongue curled the length of her slit, spreading her moisture and making her throw her head back.

He zeroed in on her swollen clit and she bit her lip to keep from screaming in rapture. Held captive by his hands, she could do nothing but endure the onslaught.

Nikki moaned and rolled her head on the ground, fighting off the rise of an orgasm just below the surface. She wasn’t ready yet. She wanted more time to feel.

His hands kneaded her butt cheeks, drew her closer. He alternated from slow, long, teasing licks, to short, quick stabs of his tongue. It was too much. Her body tensed and he pulled away.

“Nooo,” she cried, and her body arched. She tried to regain contact but he eluded her efforts. “Please. Please!”

One hand disappeared from her ass and she whimpered. The next second she sucked in a breath when two long fingers slid deep into her pussy, gliding easily on her juices.

“I could eat you all fucking day.” His voice sounded guttural. Eli resumed lapping at her.

Nikki pumped her hips against his mouth. With the dual assault of his fingers and lips, her orgasm spiraled out of control. It flamed to life and flicked along every nerve ending in her body. Her heels dug into the ground, her thighs squeezed around his head and shoulders, and she fisted tufts of grass in her hands.

On and on it rolled through her, perpetuated by his incredible tongue until finally her body slouched to the ground. Still he licked at her and when he pulled his fingers from her slick folds, her nerve endings quivered with mini explosions. Breathing heavy, she lolled her head to the side. Exhausted, she could barely look at him.

He crawled atop her body, drawing the shirt up to uncover her breasts. He kissed each one reverently, giving them equal attention. His lips covered hers.

“My turn.” The amber color of his eyes glowed when the security light shut off.

Not even the sudden darkness drew her gaze from his. On his knees, he cradled her legs in the crooks of his elbows and spread her wide. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance making her gasp as nerves shot to life.

Her hole stretched to accommodate his cock, sucking him into its heat. Sweat dripped from his forehead to plop on one of her breasts. Nikki’s breath hissed from her lungs as he pressed into her.

He’d never felt anything like it. Not with any woman before. They were made for each other, fit perfectly. Her thighs tightened when she bore down with her vaginal muscles, squeezing his cock in an exquisite hug. A climax loomed and he’d yet to move.

Deep inside where the tip of his cock touched her just right, he held himself rigid. Sheer willpower kept him from slamming into her pussy. And then she moved again. The tiniest of spasms in her womb and Eli lost it.

“Fuck,” he ground out, shaking his head against the riot of nerve endings firing along the length of his cock. He dropped his head nearly to her chest. With a gargantuan amount of effort, Eli withdrew completely.

Nikki’s beautiful eyes turned to his in question and need.

“I’m not through with you yet, sweetheart.” He rose, releasing her legs, which fell open on the grass like wet noodles. His superior eyesight allowed him to see the glistening lips of her pussy. Her scent wafted to his nose making his canines explode in his mouth.

“Get on your hands and knees, Nikki.” The low growled command made her eyes widen. He heard her sharp intake of air, and she swallowed before submitting to him. Every cell in his body responded.

She dragged her body into position, scooting back even, and placed her sexy-as-all-get-out calves alongside his. Her ass wiggled in front of him, grazing his cock, making it bob in excitement.

“Does this hurt you?” he rasped. He didn’t know what he’d do if she couldn’t take him this way. Cry, go mad, something, but he wouldn’t hurt her. She responded by brushing her sweet little butt against him again.

“Be still.” Eli swatted her ass with an open palm and caressed the red mark left behind. She yelped and her body jerked. He settled her with a hand on the small of her back. His nostrils flared. Another smack, this time to the other cheek, and she jumped again, but remained silent. A quick swipe through her gloriously displayed pussy juices said she liked being spanked.

She mewled and pushed back on his finger, nearly impaling herself with it. He chuckled.

“You like being spanked, sweetheart?” He already knew the answer, the proof was leaking onto her thighs.

“Unh.” She rested her forehead on one arm, probably taking the pressure off her shoulder, but the action also brought her ass up in the most provocative way.

With his thumbs, he spread her cheeks, rubbing circles into her flesh and inching closer to the rosebud aperture of her back hole. She squirmed and moaned. Eli bent over her and nibbled at her neck.

“One of these days, I’m going to fuck you here,” he said, pressing the tip of his thumb just past the tight ring of muscles. Her body quivered, her back arched into his chest. He bit lightly on the tense flesh of her shoulder.

“Please take me,” she begged.

“You want my cock in you, sweetheart?”

“Jesus,” she groaned. “I know you’re a fucking man. Cut the talk and fuck me.”

His chuckle turned into a growl when she wriggled her backside against his erection. If she wanted to be fucked, he’d accommodate her.

Her pussy was drenched from her orgasm and her excitement. Using his fist to guide him, Eli slid the head of his cock up and down her slit. She whimpered when he spanked her with his free hand. When she stretched, his tip disappeared inside her body.

He shuddered with her. Watching part of him merge with part of her made him want to howl at the moon. Inch by inch he pressed into her tight pussy.

Eli held still when he’d penetrated her completely. Her palms pounded the ground, her fingers opening and flexing. His wolf roared to the surface. Fucking his mate this way when he’d never had another woman like this made him lose control.

He pulled back and thrust home, slamming into her so hard she moved across the grass. Nikki threw her head back and screamed into the night. A wolf howled in the distance, answering her call as if she were one of them. A distant part of his brain recognized the other wolf but paid no attention. Not when his mate was on her hands and knees, rearing back to meet his fierce thrusts with her own in a primal dance.

Her small breasts swayed and he itched to touch them but held her hips captive instead. If he moved, he was afraid he’d lay them both out.

His balls drew up as his orgasm neared. He licked his lips at the enticing array of smooth skin waiting for his teeth. A second before his cock exploded, Eli sank his teeth into the flesh at the base of her neck. She screamed as his bite spurred her release. Her pussy contracted with what felt like a thousand tiny fingers on his cock. Sweet blood flooded his tongue as he bonded them further, mixing his saliva into her system. Every time he did this he ensured her safety as his mate.

His come flooded her womb. As he licked the mark he’d left to heal it, he cursed the fact she wasn’t in her heat. For the first time, he wanted a child. Wanted to see Nikki swell with his baby. His body rocked on hers. He wanted to ring every ounce of come from his balls, wanted her to receive everything he had to give.

Lungs heaving, Eli gently settled Nikki’s boneless body on the ground and wrapped himself around her, being careful not to withdraw from her body. They couldn’t stay here long, not with the grass against their skin. They’d be itching like crazy in no time.

A small sigh escaped her lips. “Is this your way of treating insomnia?”

Eli tucked a few sweaty strands of hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. “Did it work?” He’d do anything that kept her demons at bay. If it meant fucking her senseless whenever she woke from a nightmare, he was happy to comply.

She smiled and turned into his forearm. “I think so.”

They laid there until Nikki shivered as the sweat dried on their bodies.

Chapter Twelve

He sat in his car and watched as the two little lovebirds nestled, and wrestled, in the back of the boy’s old, beat-up sedan. She hadn’t changed in the months he’d watched. Shy, demure, pretty. He could drop innocent from his original list. It was more than obvious she was not. In fact, he could take shy and demure off also. Apparently those attributes were only for public consumption. In the waiting room where he’d first seen her, she’d been all those things. But no, she was just like any other cunt.

What he was witnessing at the moment proved it. What’s more, it showed just how pussywhipped the boy was. Which made him useless. He hadn’t planned on taking an extra, but this kid had to go. He’d have to work him into his plan. No doubt about it. The last thing men needed was a diluted specimen among the ranks.

They were perched back in a clearing in the woods commonly used by teens for just this purpose. The same place they drove to every Monday night like clockwork. Many a good show they’d given him. He could have made a fortune taping them and posting them on the Internet, but he hadn’t wanted to chance them finding out someone was watching them. He smiled. Soon, their waste-of-oxygen lives would end.

He’d do the boy first, fast. Get him out of the way so he could enjoy the girl alone. The boy would make his “male” list as his first, the girl his twenty-seventh. He licked his lips and rubbed at his rapidly approaching hard-on. Would the kid fight him? Would it be as gratifying to take a boy? He snorted. Probably not this lame-ass kid.

Tall and gangly, the boy had gotten out of the car and into the backseat at the girl’s command. She needed a new routine, really. Every night it was the same thing. She made him go down on her, then spread her legs and bade him forward. A couple of times the kid had looked like he really wanted reciprocation in the oral department, but she’d shake her head and point to her pussy. Every time the boy gave in, rolled a condom on, shoved his dick in her hole, pumped a couple times and came into his rubber. Pussywhipped. A man had to take control of a woman. Make her do what he wanted even if she said no.

They would probably be easy to overtake and thus wouldn’t be much fun, but after the excitement at his last hit he needed a break.

His cell phone bleeped loudly from the console between the seats, interrupting his thoughts. No. He didn’t have time for this. He checked the caller ID. Fucking work.

“Yeah,” he barked. He hated this goddamn cell phone, but in his normal life, people needed to get ahold of him quickly. Annoyed the shit out of him.

He partially listened to what the caller had to say, all the while watching the girl and boy fumble around in the backseat. Amateurs. He snorted softly. His fingers itched as he thought about joining them. Make it a threesome? The idea had some merit.

The caller quit speaking and he answered curtly, “I’ll be there in thirty.” He disconnected, threw the phone down and glared at his latest game. “Fuck.” His plans for them would have to wait. He hated being thrown off his schedule. Which is exactly what that cunt Nicole had done. At least he’d gotten rid of her in a timely manner. If she hadn’t fucking intruded, he wouldn’t have had to risk getting caught the way he had.

Traffic was sparse this time of night, but he still managed to hit nearly every fucking red light. Too bad his real-life responsibilities took time away from what he really loved doing. Grinning, he ground the leather steering wheel beneath his palms.

His normal, everyday life sucked. Except for the fact he made a decent amount of money and lived in a house far better than the one he’d grown up in. The car was a definite upgrade too. In order to keep those things he had to earn a living when he really wanted to play all day. But what more could a man ask for? He even had the cock to go with it. Some men did not.

Feeling his dick stir, he laughed out loud to no one.

Tapping the wheel, he considered where he’d grown up. The shitty, rat-infested neighborhood had been poor back then. It was still the same today. A place no child could ever hope to escape. Its poverty-stricken grasp was too wide.

But somehow he’d done it. Blown off his whore of a mother who’d never said a positive word to him his entire life.

The light turned green and he sailed through it. Thinking about his mother had deflated his burgeoning hard-on. Bitch. The light at the next intersection turned red and he had to stop yet again.

She’d been his first; the reason he’d started the game in the first place. Oh, it had evolved over the years as he’d learned, but the absolute rush he got whenever he killed another one never went away. He’d progressed from simply following a girl home and ending her life to choosing his victims carefully, planning down to the last detail what he wanted to do and executing his scenario in a meticulous manner.

For years he’d done just that. Until that bitch ruined his last job. She’d put a hex on him or something because tonight his work had interrupted him. Something that had never happened before. Nicole had thrown him off-kilter. He’d have to work on getting back into his groove. Thinking about how he’d killed his mother often helped. Left him feeling an innate sense of satisfaction.

He could see her clearly in his mind. Her eyes had widened in surprise when he’d walked into their run-down, five-room house, his new car parked out by the curb. She’d taken in the expensive watch on his wrist and the suit that fit his well-muscled body perfectly.

He’d laughed in her face when she’d begged for whatever drug he was selling, then paced the confines of the tiny living room as he’d caught her up on what he’d been doing. She was still the same person. Still drinking herself into oblivion.