His Reign (The Opeth Pack Saga Book 1) (3 page)

Both of them shook their heads.

"They don't speak much English, Józsi. You'll have to speak Hungarian."

"Fuck." He didn't remember much of the language, had been speaking English so long in America that he'd forgotten most of his linguistic roots. It didn't bother him most days but being back in Hungary where English wasn't spoken so much in the rural parts would make his life a little more difficult.

The brunette on his left, dressed in peasant clothes, answered first. Lukina translated. “She’s gone off to Köröshegy to meditate.”

Józsi drew in a breath, rubbed his temple. Damn him for not remembering the lands he grew up in very well. “Which direction is that from here?”

Lukina pointed to his left. “It’s not that far from here. If you run that way you’ll come up on the back side of the church. She’ll be out there.”

“Thanks. Take these two back to your villa. I will return with Ilona in the morning.”

Lukina nodded. "Józsi?"

He lifted his chin in acknowledgement.

"Would you have…"

She didn't finish. "Yes. I told you I would and I have no idea of the outcome. But I'd have put in the effort because I said I would."

"Thank you." Lukina began walking with the two females.

“Oh, and another thing.”

She turned back to look at him.

“We’ll talk about this first thing in the morning, but I’m not staying here.”

Lukina's eyes widened, “But Józsi, you must! We need—”

He waved a hand through the air. She had to know how he planned to handle this, had to understand his position wouldn't change. Nothing about this land, this way of life was his anymore. “I didn’t sign on to handle pack politics.” He turned and began walking toward the

church. “I’m here for me and as a favor to your beloved. Don’t forget that.”

* * *

R
unning fast
, Józsi came upon the flatlands, drops of sweat forming on his brow. Just one more thing to annoy him. He stopped, scented the air, letting the wind tell him of what lay ahead, as it always had. He picked up the smell of the pine and underbrush nearby, the scents of animals and birds on the gentle breeze. Most of all, he’d picked up the scents of emotion.

Arousal. Wet, pungent arousal.

Dropping his human illusion, he took off until he came to another large clearing. Stopping, he raised his head and sniffed the air. The familiar sight and smell of wheat, grass and sunflowers drifted toward him.

She
was here.

A large fifteenth century church stood towering in the distance. Leaves rustled. He caught sight of a tiny figure moving through the tall brush to his right side. He shifted back to his human form, stood and set his hands on his hips. “I know you’re here, Ilona.”

Józsi turned his head and upper body just in time to catch the flying body that launched itself at him.

Falling back onto the ground, he rolled with the soft feminine weight pressing against him in all the right places. Rolling several yards away, they finally stopped, with Ilona coming out on top, giggling.

“It really is you?” Her bright blue eyes held so much surprise and emotion. Her mouth parted, she panted heavily, her chest heaving with each breath.

Józsi shifted his weight slightly and reversed their position so that he was on top looking down at Ilona. Her beautiful smile still had the ability to make his knees weak. Large round eyes looked at him, flames of lust dancing in her irises. Even in the moonlight, he could see her penetrating deep blue eyes and the massive emotions of longing and anger mixed with hurt and confusion rolling in them. Her light brown hair fell over the swell of her breasts just past her rounded hips. Her skin, illuminated by the moonlight, looked paler than it normally was.

He wasn’t surprised that she could knock him down. Even as tiny as she was, she had a fierce strength like most wolves. He still wouldn’t ask about her confusion, though all of her emotions wafted to him through the night air.

“It’s you!” she cried out again, wrapping her arms around him so tight he thought she might break his ribs.

He fell forward; she’d pulled him down to her, crushing her ample breasts to his strong chest. Burying his head in her soft brown curls, he inhaled her scent, sweet and full of sunflowers.

Strong arms squeezed the air out of him again. “I’ve missed you too,” he whispered into her ear.

Ilona tilted her chin upwards. “Have you, Józsi?” Her eyes were steady on his, narrowing before she caught herself and regained her composure.

He lifted himself up from her, his cock stirring. Seeing her sad smile almost tore his heart to pieces. He couldn’t lie to her even though he wanted to. “Yes, I’ve missed you.”

She shifted her hips beneath him and he grew harder instantly. Every fiber in his body was acutely aware of her breasts beneath her loose fitting peasant top.

“Then why haven’t you called or written?” Her voice became syrupy sweet.

Hormones raced through his system, sending so much blood to his cock he thought he’d explode. Shifting positions again, he forced her off of him and onto the ground. Straddling her, he looked at her and saw his image reflected in her eyes. He didn’t look peaceful at all.

She narrowed her eyes and parted her lips.

The idea of kissing her plump, juicy mouth was enticing, but if he started now, he wouldn’t stop. And he had to get home to Texas. The prophecy could kiss his ass along with the rest of the pack.

She wriggled her hips again, spreading her legs further and sending him off balance. Taking the upper hand, she rolled them over until she was on top again.

Her weight settled on him, pressing him into the ground. She leaned forward and set her hands firmly on his chest, her long light brown curls falling in front of her face. Her head blocked the moon but her deep gaze penetrated his soul, making him ache to be with her. The fact that he wanted to suckle each one of her ten slender fingers just as a starter was annoying.

She moved and he felt the warmth of her sex just over his swollen cock. It wasn’t looking good for his self-control.

She took a deep breath, her breasts heaving up and down as she exhaled.

Digging his nails into her hips, he tried to move her off him. She wouldn’t budge.

“I’m using the one weapon guaranteed to make you stay here with me a little longer,” she purred.

His eyes widened. “You think I just want you for your body?”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “With your lack of response, I’m not sure
what
you want,
szeretőm.”
Lover.

He couldn’t blame her. He wasn’t sure he would do things differently if he were in her shoes. But he had to get things settled here and return to America. It was either that or be caught up in a prophecy that dictated the rest of his life. One where he was to rule the Opeth pack, lead them toward a world where wolves were accepted again and Heaven would open up for them.

One he didn’t believe in.

He sat up as she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. Their lips met.

She closed her eyes.

Her mouth molded beneath his and intense hunger took over. His tongue slipped past her lips, exploring, caressing the inside of her mouth. She’d certainly grown up since he’d last been in Hungary.

He caught a handful of hair and tugged on it, forcing her head back to expose her neck. Making his way down her chin, he nibbled her soft flesh, nipped her neck and collarbone. Inhaled her earthy scent. He knew her so well still that he could predict the exact moment she grew damp and just how wet she was.

She yelped and arched against him.

The curve of her belly connected with his rigid stomach. Her pussy felt hot against him, and they were still both fully clothed!

Knowing she was soaked, the scent of her arousal was driving him insane. His tongue swirled around the soft skin beneath her jaw, licking back up over her bottom lip.

She captured his bottom lip between hers and sucked, drawing him into her mouth. Strong arms caressed his shoulders, massaged taut muscles.

Tension eased from his body as Józsi let down his guard a little more, hoping he could sate himself just a little with a taste of Ilona.

Who was he kidding? He hadn’t let his walls down; she’d forced the walls down all on her own. Tender kisses plundered his mouth, the taste of sweet spice lingering in his nose. He had to stop this.

She leaned forward, pressing him down again.

Leaning back, he settled on his hands.

Ilona adjusted the way she sat, enveloping him further in soft feminine curves and lightening hot heat.

Her heat was too much. Through the layers of clothes, he felt liquid pooling at her pussy, slicking her just for him. A breath caught in his throat.

Her tongue slipped past his lips and she took control of the kiss now. Ilona started licking his chin, fiery kisses following the wetness of her pretty pink tongue.

Full breasts brushed against his chest, her ripe softness begging for his touch. Lifting a hand to cup one of her globes, he felt the full weight in his palm, and began massaging her with a tenderness that became rougher with each nip on his lower lip.

A guttural moan escaped her lips, vibrating against his mouth when he rubbed a nipple into a taut peak with his thumb and forefinger.

Tugging the nipple harder, he felt her weight shift again. Her sex was directly over his. But he couldn’t fuck her. Not like this.

His mind screamed at the insanity and lust fueling his every movement. Desire for this woman welled in him, made his body burn. His heart was about to melt. Any control was almost gone. Her mouth was so juicy, so wet. He sniffed and caught scent of the sweetness of her arousal.

His body had grown rigid and his nerves tingled with anticipation. It wasn’t going to be like his last night in Hungary where each girl taunted and teased him until he had to leave and relieve himself because Lukina was too young even by wolf standards at the time and he wouldn't have made love to one or the other. He had to have both simultaneously.

Of course that hadn’t happened and he'd regretted all the pain he'd caused, plus the memories he missed out on. Ten hour plane rides, he'd learned quickly, provided plenty of time for introspection.

He had to stop now.

She lowered her thick lashes against his cheek.

Soft, like butterfly kisses, her lashes brushing against him sent shivers through his body. “We have to stop,” he swore he said, but he didn’t recognize his own voice.

Finally, there was no more kissing. No more sensual assault on his senses. What had happened?

Ilona was still sitting atop his thighs, her gaze fixated on him.

She tilted her head to one side, giving him a wayward smile. “What’s wrong?” Her voice was much softer, sweeter than moments before. Almost filled with worry.

He couldn’t reply. His mouth had gone bone dry from the fact that her flushed face and pert nipples peaked beneath the fabric. Every nerve in his body was screaming at him and his stupidity while his mind warred with his heart.

“Józsi?”

He shook his head to regain some sense of self-control. Gently pushing her aside, he stood and started dusting himself off.

“I’m not a cheap thrill, you know.” Her voice shook. Gone from her voice was the tenderness she’d had only a moment before.

“I know.”

“Then why did you stop? What’s wrong, Józsi?”

“This.” He gestured at them both. “We haven’t seen each other in ten years and it’s just not how I expected to come back to Hungary. I’m…”

“Afraid. I know. And too busy.” Raw emotion poured off each word. Józsi knew that emotion well, knew she’d be angry.

He couldn't blame her. He'd left her in tears ten years ago. He hadn't bothered to call or write, never told her about his few visits back to check on her and Lukina. Of course he felt the ache but it had more to do with her feelings, rather than his.

She stood and faced away from him. “So, how long are you back for?”

Her flat voice annoyed him. “Until I’ve done what I promised Lukina I would do. And then I’m gone.”

“This mess is yours too, you know.”

He turned and glared at her, shaking a fist across his body. “No. It’s not. It’s pack business. And I am no longer part of this pack.”

“This business of the prophecy concerns you as our future Alpha, Józsi. Don’t you feel it calling you? Kiba’s been infected by the Flower Maiden’s disease and is losing his mind. Don’t you even care a little?”

“No. I’m sorry.” He looked down at the dirt, knowing the scowled at him. That look of disappointment was forever burned into his memory from ten years ago, but seeing it again now brought back all the emotions he’d built up from when he left. Still, he would not lose control to his emotions.

“Then why are you back, Józsi? Why are you wasting your precious time for us?”

He adjusted his pants to hide his still bulging erection. “I made a promise, and I keep my promises.”

“No, you don’t.”

A sound almost like a gasp stuck in his throat with the realization. Her comment stung more than he thought it would, but he wouldn’t reply.