Claimed by the Mate, Volume 1 (42 page)

His dick was painfully hard with that thought, his body strung tight with tension at having gone so long without slaking his basic needs. Sure, he'd fucked her in that shower, had felt her tight pussy strangling his cock until he had come harder than ever before. But it had not been enough. He'd known that it would never be enough and yet he'd done it and then attempted to forget.

That was a futile attempt.

Blaez had managed to regain his composure. He'd continued to have banal conversation about food, drink, and more food, listening as she talked about preparing more things for him. About what Channing liked and what Channing said the others enjoyed. He was sure she didn't know it, but she sounded like she was the alpha female of this pack.
His
alpha female.

Only they both knew that would never happen.

Ever.

He'd frowned now, remembering the time spent with her and still looking for a reason why her father had done what he did. The sound of a door opening jolted Blaez from his thoughts and he remained still, listening as her feet moved softly over the wood-planked floors. She couldn't get out, he knew; he'd checked the alarm system himself before coming upstairs. Malec, Channing, and Phelan all had the codes to get in and reengage the system. If Kira tried, none of the doors or windows would open. But she already knew that. So what was she doing up and why was she going down the steps?

Closing his laptop, Blaez stood, heading for the door before he could convince himself it wasn't necessary. She couldn't run away from him the way she had from her family. It didn't matter that he couldn't keep her because he just wasn't the keeping type. No, that didn't matter at all.

He was at the top of the stairs when he heard it.

Moaning, heavy breathing …
dammit
.

He took the steps two at a time, coming to a complete stop just two more from the bottom because that's where Kira was standing. She had on one of those short nightshirts she liked to sleep in and fuzzy slippers he figured were a part of her new wardrobe courtesy of Channing's generosity with Blaez's credit card. After his parents' deaths he'd inherited a great deal of money, property, and jewels. He'd banked it all under a corporate name and used one of those credit accounts for the household items. That's why Channing had access and the good sense to do what Blaez should have done to ensure she had everything she needed.

Her back was to him, one hand on the bannister, her gaze trained on the living room where a low light burned.

Malec and Channing were home.

And they'd brought company.

Malec had leaned against the back of the sofa, holding the female lycan, as evidenced by her extended claws running through Channing's hair, on his lap. Malec's hands were at her hips, pressing her center into what was most likely his erection. While Channing stood behind her, his fingers grasping her chin as he tilted her head back, kissing her hungrily. Malec had just dipped his head to lick the bared skin between her breasts when she let out a low growl that Blaez knew would only egg the two betas on.

He took the last two steps, reaching out to touch Kira's arm lightly.

“Come with me,” he told her.

When she turned it was with a look of such lust and hunger Blaez wanted to growl himself. Her eyes were wide and glazed, her mouth partially open so that her breath could come in quick pants. Through her shirt her nipples were clearly puckered, her legs shaking slightly.

“Blaez,” she whimpered.

“I know,
lýkaina
. Just come with me,” he said, taking her hand.

He led her up the steps and down the hallway to his bedroom. Her arousal was obvious; even if he hadn't picked up the scent the moment he'd heard her footsteps, it was apparent in the way her body trembled, the glazed look in her eyes when she'd turned to him. From the looks of Malec and Channing the needing was taking its usual hold on the pack, and regardless of Blaez's reservations or Kira's past, this distance he'd tried to put between them simply wasn't going to work.

Chapter 10

Kira blinked once and then again.

She sucked in a breath, letting it out in shaky little spurts that hissed through her teeth. Blaez still held her hand, his palm warm against hers after he'd closed the door behind them. They walked past his desk area straight to his bed. With a rush she turned immediately, pressing her body against his.

“I know that you don't want any connections,” she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest as she spoke. “I heard everything you said and didn't say in the library that day. Because you couldn't save your family you don't want to get your feelings involved with anyone else. You don't want to risk the pain of not being able to save someone else you love.”

She inhaled deeply, picked up the scent that seemed to filtrate through her every second of every day. Her body trembled; she couldn't stop it. She felt as if every nerve ending were exposed, every sense she possessed heightened. Her nipples were hard and ached through the material of her nightshirt and the T-shirt Blaez wore, her thighs quaked, pussy pulsated, and she swallowed deeply to keep from ripping his clothes off in the next seconds.

“I know where you stand and that I don't belong here. What I can't figure out is why, with all of that between us, do I still want you?” She sighed with the weight those words had produced along her shoulders, resting there for the past few days even though she tried valiantly to ignore them.

She hadn't been looking at him while she talked; her gaze was more focused on the rise and fall of his broad chest. Now she'd tilted her head slightly, her gaze reaching for his. He had turned away, standing there in front of her rigidly but not looking at her. Lifting a hand, Kira touched his chin, turning him until he did look at her.

“I still … need you,” she said her voice surprisingly more steady than she imagined it would be in this moment.

Kira could see the muscle twitching in his jaw, felt the tension rolling from him in waves, and she wanted to scream. Was he really going to deny this, deny her, again?

“You don't understand,” he told her, his face tight with something that appeared like torture to her.

Desperately she cupped his face in her hands. “If you don't want me, just say it. If you would rather not throw me down on this bed and sink deep inside of me, just say it!”

He moved then, his strong hands clasping her arms as he lifted her clear off the floor, tossing her back onto the bed she'd just spoken of. He was over her in seconds ripping her nightshirt completely off. The coolness of the room touched the heated pores of her skin and she shivered.

“You want to know if I want you,” he said through clenched teeth, his chest now heaving with the same quickening of breath as hers. “You want to know if I can think of anything other than my dick pounding inside of your wet, hot pussy.”

He was touching her now, his palms grabbing her breasts, squeezing to a point that was almost painful. “The answer is no!” he roared, and Kira half-expected his teeth to elongate, his eyes to change to that brilliant blue she saw each night before she fell asleep.

His hands moved from her breasts, tracing a heated path down her torso until he cupped her juncture, heat pooling instantly at the contact.

“No, dammit,” he continued, dropping his head. “I've tried everything. Denial. Recrimination. Grief. Anger. None of it stops this; none of it makes this go away.”

It was a struggle, Kira thought, to hear his words and most likely for him to say them. Blaez was a very powerful lycan. She'd seen it the moment she arrived in this house, from the way he'd dealt with his pack to the restraint she'd watched him wield each time he touched her. Even though that day in the shower she'd thought they were both giving in, Blaez had still held back. No other lycan could have mastered that.

“None of that matters now,” she told him, lifting her legs until her feet were flat on the bed.

She touched a hand to his wrist, holding him still the second he'd attempted to remove his hand from her cupping her. “There's a reason,” she told him. “A reason I'm here with you at this moment. I didn't want to see it at first, didn't want to accept that something could be happening without my permission once again, but it just is, Blaez. We—this thing between us—just are.”

His head shot up then, his gaze dark and aroused. “Tell that to the goddess,” he said, pulling his hand away from her.

“What?” she asked quizzically.

He moved away from the bed then, going to his dresser and grabbing something out of it before returning to her. “Stand up,” he told her.

Kira didn't know what the hell was going on now, but she did as he said, standing and going with him a few feet away to a door that he opened. There was a body-length mirror there and Blaez grabbed her shoulder, turning her back toward it.

“Look,” he said, holding the smaller mirror he'd retrieved from his dresser in front of her. “You see that?”

She did look and she did see it, but she was still confused. “It's a birthmark, Blaez. I've seen it before.”

“Is that what your parents told you it was? A birthmark?” he asked, staring at her with furrowed brows and clenched teeth.

“That's what it is,” Kira said, stepping away from him and going back to the bed. Suddenly she felt extremely exposed.

“It's the mark of the Selected, Kira. When you were born—”

Her temples throbbed and she wrapped her arms around her body, now chilly as she climbed back onto his bed. “I was born on the night of the full moon. My mother said that meant I'd be blessed with great luck.” She gave a nervous chuckle. “She'd be pretty pissed to see how things were working out for me now.”

“Selene, the Luna goddess, Selected you on that night,” he said, coming to stand at the foot of the bed.

Then he turned his back to her, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. “My parents talked about Selene and her powers, the powers of the moon that feed the lycans each month. It is because of her that we are rejuvenated and strengthened through her phases.”

Kira pulled the sheet up and around her, not sure where this was going but knowing she wasn't going to like it. Not one bit.

“I don't understand what you're saying,” she admitted.

Blaez took a deep breath, expelling it slowly, his broad shoulders rising and falling as he did.

“You were specially Selected to be with someone, a lycan. Selene made this choice and branded you so that all would know.”

“Only my mother,” she said quickly. “Only my mother and I know about the mark. My … Penn … he never cared about me either way. I was a girl, not a son to carry on his bloodline, to take over his pack. He despised me for having to one day give up his pack because I was born of the wrong sex.”

Blaez looked over his shoulder at her. “He may have despised you for much more than that. You and your mother.”

Kira shook her head, not wanting to hear any more. “Stop,” she said softly, closing her eyes.

“You have to understand,” he continued. “You may be meant for someone else. No matter how much I may want you, how much…” His words drifted off and she could hear movement although she refused to open her eyes.

“I don't think of anything but you,” he continued, his hands clutching her shoulders, shaking her until she looked up at him. “That night in the woods I felt you before I saw you. I should have turned away, but I couldn't. You were right, I shouldn't have brought you here, because you were meant for someone else.”

There was no more air.

Kira's chest heaved, but it was a reflex, nothing more. She felt no incoming or outgoing, just the suspension of their locked gazes, her mind whirling around all he'd just said. He was wrong; that crescent shape on her back was a birthmark. It had to be, or her mother would have told her differently. She would have let her know if she was meant for … wait a minute.

There's more for you, Kira. More than I could ever teach you, more than you could have ever imagined. Beyond these walls and this pack, there is something for you. A destiny neither of us could ever have imagined.

No. her mother would have told her. She would have explained all of this to her. This would not be the first time she was ever hearing about this.

“I don't understand, Blaez. I don't understand what you're telling me,” she said, even though Kira was deathly afraid she was starting to understand. “You're wrong,” she said, leaning into him. “This isn't a true story. It's just something that maybe your parents heard in passing. Maybe someone made it up. It wouldn't be the first time myths have been faked. If I were meant especially for someone I would know. Wouldn't I?”

“Or you would know who that someone was not,” he told her.

She gasped and he dropped his forehead until it rested on hers.

“I want you,” she whispered, because with every fiber of her being that's what she wanted. She knew that now without a doubt. It didn't matter what was on her back or what some goddess who had never even met her might or might not have pre-ordained. She wanted Blaez.

Lifting her hands, she cupped his face again, tilted him up, and went in for a kiss. Her lips touched his and he didn't respond. Her heart pounded once again, her entire body shaking. “I want you, Blaez,” she whispered. “I. Want. You.”

He opened his mouth to speak and Kira took the plunge, her tongue dipping inside to tangle immediately with his. He grabbed her then, wrapping his arms tightly around her and pulling her onto his lap. Kira gasped and fell deeper into the kiss, deeper in love with this lycan whom she'd sworn she would hate for holding her captive.

This was her first kiss. The first real, live soul-searing kiss of her life. Blaez held her tightly, like maybe he was as afraid to let her go as she was. He licked her mouth, every crevice and every core, stroking the heat that had been steadily brewing there. She wrapped her legs around him, loving the feel of his strong arms wrapped tightly around her. He pulled her closer, took the kiss even deeper as she gasped for air.