Dylan (Bowen Boys) (18 page)

“Dylan, I’m not going to make it to the
hotel. Please, take me now.” He laughed and suckled at her breast harder.
“Dylan.”

Her voice was breathless, and he loved
her that way, but he could tell she was close, and he thought if he took the
edge off for her she’d let him do what he wanted once they got there. Running
his hand up her thigh, he slipped his finger under her panties.

“If I let you come, will you behave?” She
shook her head. “Then you’ll have to suffer. I’ll have the driver pull over,
and I’ll sit up front with him until we get there.”

“I fucking hate you right now.” She
moved over him, riding him through their clothes until she looked down at him. “All
right, but it had better be worth my time.”

He rolled her to the seat and lifted her
dress up. Her panties were soaked, and he could smell her. Sliding his fingers
up and down her thigh, he looked at her.

“You can’t scream. The driver will hear
you. Can you be quiet?” She shook her head, then reached for the tiny purse
that one of the maids had shoved at her before they left the house. She put it
in her mouth and nodded. He smiled at her.

Leaning down slowly, he licked a path
along her thigh. Her skin was hot, and he wished now that he had more time. Reaching
to the driver, he told him to drive around the city until he asked him to take
them to the hotel.

“You’re going to come quickly, aren’t
you?” She nodded and moaned when he kissed her bare flesh above her panties. “I
can’t wait to get you back to the hotel where you can scream all you want. Do
you have any idea what that does to me to hear you shout out my name as you
come? Fucking fantastic.”

He reached up under her panties at the
hips and pulled them down slowly. She rocked up to meet his mouth when he leaned
toward his goal. Pulling them completely off her, he slipped them into his
pocket and cupped her ass, lifting her up slightly.

Running his tongue over her from gate to
clit, she shivered in his hands. Dylan wanted more, but he wanted her to suffer
a little. She was going to get relief when he wasn’t. Pulling her clit into his
mouth, he worried the small nubbin until her fingers curled in his hair.

“Please, Dylan. You’re killing me. I
want you to be inside of me. I love the feeling of you there. Hot and thick.” He
sat up. She reached for his pants and jerked at his belt.

“Let me before you injury me.” Laughing,
he opened his belt and undid his pants. Pulling them down over his hips, he
picked her up and put her over him. She was so wet she soaked him immediately.

Fisting his cock, he told her to rise
up. Guiding her slowly down over him, he nearly came when she rolled her hips. He
gripped her hips hard to have her stop, but she smiled at him and dropped hard
over his cock.

“Christ.” He held her still, not wanting
to come so soon. “You said you’d behave. This is not what I had in mind when I
told you I’d give you relief.”

“We both need this.” She moved despite
him holding her. “I want to ride you slow. I want to come with your teeth at my
throat.”

Her hips moved again, slower and
smoother. He held her and helped her get a good rhythm for them. Taking her
nipple in his mouth, he feasted on her. She held him to her breast, and Dylan nipped
none too gently at her.

“Dylan, I’m coming. Yes, I’m coming.” She
dropped her head to his shoulder and screamed against him. Her shoulder was so
close that he didn’t even hesitate but licked along the point where her neck
met and bit her hard.

Dylan rolled her to her back, and she
wrapped her legs around him. He never let go with his canines, but sank his
teeth deeper. She screamed again as he pounded harder, taking her over and over
until his cock exploded inside of her. Dylan wanted her with him forever. He
wanted her to be by his side in all ways. He kissed her gently and looked down
at her.

“I can convert you if you want. Make you
into a panther. But there are risks. Plenty of them. You could die if not done
right, and you could be very ill after it. Do you want to be like me?” She
nodded. “It’s dangerous, but Christ, the thought of running with you through
the woods with me is what I want for us.”

“What do you need from me? Anything? Please
convert me.” He licked the wound at her throat and sat her up so that she was
sitting over him again.

“I’ll need to bite you hard. Harder than
I’ve ever done before. You’ll hurt so badly that you’ll beg me to stop. If I do,
you may die.” He pulled her to him so that her head rested on his forehead. “I
can’t lose you, Jack. You’re everything to me. I love you so very much.”

“I want this as badly as you. Monica and
Caitlynne both said it’s dangerous and scary, but please do this for me. For
us.” He nodded. “When do you want to do this? I want it done tonight. What
better way to start our lives together than like that.”

He kissed her and asked her if she was sure.
Her kiss told him that she was more than sure, and he told her that they needed
to get dressed. He wanted to make her his in more ways than just his wife.

They entered the hotel twenty minutes
later and went up to their room. It was the bridal suite, and after the man who
had brought up their bags left, Dylan started to have second thoughts about the
whole thing. Wandering around the room, he started talking about the
conversation with Jacob.

“What do you think of the wizard? You
think what he says about all that stuff with Lucius is true. I mean, if you
think about it, he’s pretty old. I know of a couple of vampires that have been
around for a while, but I’ve never heard of a wizard.”

“He said he’s older than Lucius. Much he
told me, but not how old. I don’t know why, but I do believe him.” She sat on
the bed and bounced. “Come here and sit with me and tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” But he didn’t go near
the bed. “I was just having a conversation with you.”

He heard the bite of his voice and took
a deep breath. He wasn’t even sure why he didn’t want to talk to her about it.
He went to the window and looked down over the city. They could see the
Pentagon from there, and he watched as the lights twinkled.

“All right. Then we’ll play this your
way.” She stood up and grabbed her overnight case. “When you’re finished
sulking and feeling sorry for yourself, I’ll be in the tub. I have a desire to
wash you off me.”

The door slammed shut, and he winced. He
hadn’t meant to make her mad, and now that he had, he wanted to make it up to
her. She was his wife, damn it, and this was their first night together as man
and wife, and he had fucked it up. He looked out the window again and thought
about what he’d done.

“Fuck.” He grabbed up the phone and
called room service. “I would like to have dinner sent to our room, please, and
champagne. Also, do you think it’s possible to get a couple dozen lilies
brought up?”

“Yes, sir. Right away on the flowers. What
is it you and the missus would like to eat? The kitchen is always open, and we
have a large variety of dinners to choose from.” He reached for the menu.

After he ordered, he asked for it to be
brought up as soon as possible. The man said it would be less than half an hour
on the flowers and food. Dylan told him that would be great and hung up. He
called Monica next.

“I need to know what happened when Khan
converted you. I want…we’re thinking about it, and I don’t have any answers
other than the bits and pieces I’ve gotten from you and Caitlynne.” Dylan sat
down and closed his eyes. “I pissed her off, and I need to make it up to her.”

“On your wedding night? Oh, Dylan, you
idiot.” He didn’t need her help if she was going to be nasty, and told her so.
“You want my help, you’ll bring it down a notch. And if this is how you pissed
off Jack, I don’t blame her.”

He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I
asked her if she wanted to be converted, and she said yes, and now I’m…. Christ,
I don’t want to lose her. What if I fuck this up for us, and I lose her?”

Monica told him step by step how Khan
had converted her. By the time she was finished, he was more terrified than
before. She told him that if he loved her, and she was sure that he did, he’d
not screw it up.

“But you have to remember that you can’t
stop no matter how much she begs you to. If you do, she’ll bleed to death.” She
was quiet for several seconds. “You’re going to do it tonight, aren’t you?”

“Yes. She wants to start our life out
right. What the hell was I thinking even suggesting this?” Monica laughed. “You
know this really isn’t all that funny. I want this to work.”

“Then it will. And the reason I’m
laughing is because you being unsure is funny to me. You’re the cockiest, most self-assured
Bowen of all of you. I mean it. You do what you want, when you want, to who you
want. It’s just great to see you so lost. And you’ve no idea how proud you’ve
made me by asking for my help.”

A few minutes later he hung up. The
knock at the door startled him for a few seconds before he remembered the food.
Having the waiter set it up on the nice table, Dylan tipped him and took the
flowers to the bathroom door and knocked.

“Go away.” He cringed. He’d fucked up
really badly. He knocked again and turned the handle. It was locked. Leaning his
head against the door, he tried to talk to her.

“I’m sorrier than you can ever know. I
screwed up, but I’m willing to start over.” The door jerked open so quickly he
nearly fell into the room. But his tongue got all tangled up around what he was
going to say as she stood there, as beautiful and as naked as he’d ever seen
her.

“You pissed me off.” He could see that
he had and nodded. “It’s our fucking honeymoon and you pissed me off, so now I’ve
been sitting in this tub for the past thirty minutes crying. I hate to fucking
cry.”

“I love you.” He shoved the flowers at
her and took a step toward her. “When we got here, all I could think about was
what would happen if I messed up. If I did something wrong and I hurt you, or
killed you even. I couldn’t do that to you. I couldn’t do that to us.”

“Then why the fuck did you even bring it
up?” He nearly shrugged but thought better of it. She didn’t look to be armed,
but he wasn’t sure she still couldn’t hurt him. Dylan reached over, grabbed a
towel, and handed it to her. He couldn’t think with her like that.

“Can you please put this on?” He tried
his most charming grin. “I can’t think when you look like a sex goddess to me.”

She snatched the towel and, thankfully,
wrapped it around herself and not his throat. “Is all you think about sex? I
swear to Christ, I’m going to be pregnant if you don’t learn to keep that thing
under some control.”

The thought of her swollen with his
child had him reach for the doorjamb. Pregnant. He’d never thought of her
carrying his child, their child, and realized that he wanted that very much. He
reached for her, and she slapped his hand away. Well, that might happen if he
ever got to touch her again. Dylan thought about what Monica had told him about
changing Jack.

“When I do this to you, you’re going to
be in a great deal of pain for a while. Monica said that it hurts more than
giving birth to twins. She said to tell you that if you think about what it’s
going to be like after, after the conversion is over, then that helps. Not a
great deal, but it does help.” He watched her still as he continued. “I have to
bite you, as I’ve said, but I have to do it deeply, tear into your body as if
I’m trying to kill you. That terrifies me more than I can say to you.”

“You’re afraid of killing me.” He
nodded. “I’m very strong and healthy. I know that helps. I talked to Caitlynne
about it. Well, she cornered me and told me about it. She, too, said that it
hurts, but she thought it was the most wonderful thing in the world. I
personally think she’s a sadist, but I’m not positive.”

He laughed and reached for her again, and
she came to him this time. “Do you still want to try, baby? I’m no less afraid
for you, but I do want to try this.”

Looking up at him, she smiled. “I want
to try. And so you know, if you kill me, I’m coming back as a wolf and beating
the shit out of you.”

“Deal.” He held her for several more
minutes, then they moved to the bedroom. He loved this woman very much. After
helping her into her robe, they sat down to eat, and he told her everything
that Monica had told him. By midnight, they were ready to begin.

Chapter Fourteen

Lucius found her. Now all he had to do
was get her to him and to have her bring him what he needed to get Small free. He
rubbed his hands together and thought of how nicely and neatly things were coming
together. Frowning, he thought of the human again.

He’d tried to make the contraption work
after the human had bled out. There was no hope for it. The machine would not
do as he’d commanded it. He’d finally thrown it against the wall and destroyed
it in much the same fashion he had the human. And he had destroyed him.

It had taken him several minutes to come
back to himself. After his beast, a horrible creature even to him, had come
forth, Lucius had lost control of himself. He’d not done that in many years and
had actually been a little afraid. But the destruction was more than he’d ever
seen from himself before.