How to Tame a Werewolf: Seven Brides for Seven Shifters, Book 3 (11 page)

Rue couldn’t hold back anymore. She sobbed.

“Ian, the same scenario could’ve happened a thousand different times and not ended the way it did that night. It was a freak accident.” She gripped the arms that held her with rigid fingers, digging in to anchor her to the here and now, so she wouldn’t slip into the past. “I didn’t know my brother had come home and had climbed the tree to try and sneak up behind the guy. And Tor didn’t know I’d been ready too. I hit that pervert bastard so hard, he fell backwards out of the tree like a dead weight and he took my brother with him. When they hit the ground it broke Tor’s neck. He didn’t have time to heal because he died on impact. And that pervert survived. How does that work, Ian? How did the wrong one die?”

Ian pulled her to his chest, hugging and rocking her with all his strength. Rue buried her face in his neck and cried. “I thought I’d taken down the bad guy and instead I killed my hero. Oh God, Ian, I killed my brother. He died on the ground in his baseball uniform. We buried him in that uniform.”

Her magic man shook his head. Because of her own tears Rue didn’t immediately notice the drops that fell on her face. When she did she pulled back and grabbed Ian’s face. His eyes were full. Ian Somers shed tears for the nobody, Rue Gray-Sayf. Her magic man cried for
her
.

She pulled his face to hers, her forehead slamming into his cheekbone in her haste to hold him close. And in those quiet moments on the patio terrace, Ian did something for Rue that no one had done since Tor died. He held her while she broke down.

Chapter Fourteen

Waking up in Ian’s arms was becoming a habit. Only this time Rue hadn’t fallen asleep drunk, delirious or in her apartment back in Muuyaw, she’d passed out from the exhaustion of sharing the darkest part of herself with a man. She blinked up at the nearly full moon. Its position in the night sky told her they’d slept until 3 a.m. outside on the banquette. A slight breeze rippled the tall grass in the planters surrounding them but Ian kept her warm. She nuzzled the underside of his chin in a feline stretch. His hint of stubble scratched her nose and Ian grumbled but didn’t wake up.

Fascinated by his sleeping face, Rue couldn’t believe how far they’d come together. The level of trust it took for her to share her grief and guilt surrounding her brother’s death was beyond any faith she’d ever had in anyone other than Tor. She’d laid herself bare for Ian with little hesitation. It felt right to share her secrets and her shame with him.

In truth she’d given more than her trust to Ian. He mattered to her, and no one outside of her parents had been important to Rue since she turned sixteen and left home. A breath caught in her throat. What was she thinking? What was that seed of yearning beginning to blossom in the deepest corner of her consciousness? Not that she had to ask. Rue knew exactly what crazy idea was starting to plant itself inside her mind. What she didn’t know was whether or not she should stop that idea from growing. She relied on her optimism to keep her going but perhaps her recent small victories had encouraged her too much. She was starting to dream of things she couldn’t have. Because a girl like Rue didn’t get to have the fairytale ending. Did she?

Rule #3 screamed at her not to fall for this magical wolf but she wanted to try. She wanted to give in to the insistent tug that drew her to him. Only she couldn’t. Could she? Things went wrong when she cared for someone too much. She’d seen it. Back at home in Muuyaw, she’d started to like having Ian around. Immediately afterwards she knocked him off a bridge and he’d busted his skull wide open. If she hadn’t been drunk when it happened she probably would’ve freaked out. The pain of her past became a twisted knot of worry in her stomach. She couldn’t stand to see Ian get hurt by her bad luck.

The wolf in question shifted positions beneath her. His hard body made the ocelot in her arch its back in a pleased purr, and a catlike tail of attraction rubbed against her skin. Her nipples hardened, bringing molten tingles to life low in her belly. Her body flooded with wet wanton need from his scent and the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek. The cat wanted him. Her ocelot rarely spoke, preferring that they remain seamlessly as one mind. But tonight the cat had desires and it made them known.

“Take him.”

“But he took a vow of celibacy. We can’t.”

The cat turned up her nose.
“I took no vow. The wolf took no vow.”
A feline sniff.
“When he plunged his fingers deep inside us he swore to pleasure us, to claim us. I want what he promised.”

“But he—”

“Lick him awake and let him decide.”

Rue shuddered from the tip of her nose down to her toes at the idea of licking the masculine body beneath her. She wanted him as much as her ocelot did. And there was no harm in showing him what she had to offer and letting him decide, was there? That thought almost stopped her. Showing him her offerings sounded a lot like the mating dance. But mating had two meanings: it could be a lifelong bond or a carnal act. With the second definition firmly wedged in her reasoning, Rue lifted her head and scraped her teeth across his earlobe. She drew the soft plump flesh into her mouth and suckled it.

Needing to taste more of him, she moved down to his throat and continued to nip and suckle his skin. As she brought her fingers into play, Rue began to undulate in his lap while stroking provocative circles around his nipples.

Ian came awake with a rumbling moan and his cock came to life with him. His lids, however, lifted so slowly it seemed a sensual game. Cats loved to play, so she nipped his lower lip. And those sexy eyes, neither blue nor amber but a cosmic array of both—the deep blue of the universe with a burning golden sun at its center—focused on her as if he’d only been waiting for her to decide. Roused by the madness of her desire, Rue took full possession of that mouth she so loved to watch.

Their passions collided in a shockwave of sensation that shattered any inhibitions they might’ve been clinging to. Ian stood up with her cradled in his arms. His arousal drew deep groans of approval from him as he laid Rue down on the banquette. As he covered her, his body pressed hers into the cushions and his tongue plundered her mouth possessively.

Without warning Ian broke the contact between them. He pulled back to stare down at her. She panted, reaching for him with eager fingers. “Please, Ian.”

In response, his eyes narrowed in a devilish eye-smile that promised this time around he had plans for her. Her inner walls convulsed hard at the thought of him buried inside her. Rue gasped at the supple ache of each contraction.

“I want you naked,” Ian said, his voice a sexy rasp. “Strip.”

Moving like the wolf he was, he reared back and crouched on top of the banquette in bare feet—waiting. Rue whimpered but rose to her feet. She could barely think past the wave after wave of sexual anticipation rolling through her body, but somehow she managed to shimmy out of her black and cream striped skirt. Once the skirt fell to the ground, the gray men’s style button-up blouse she wore dropped to cover her hips. Ian growled. Rue took the hem of her shirt in each hand and rolled her hips, playing hide and reveal with her body. The growl roughened in the night air.

Pleased with her game, Rue took her time. Undoing a button she paused to lick her lower lip. Then undid a second button. Another pause, followed by a purr, caused Ian to lean forward. His heated gaze traveled from her buttons, up the column of her throat, and lingered on her swollen mouth, igniting fire wherever it roamed. “Finish,” he said. “So I can finish you.”

Another sensation-drenched convulsion shook Rue to her core. She unbuttoned the shirt and slid out of it, letting the gray fabric drop to the stone patio. Ian’s eyes narrowed in appreciation and Rue preened for him. She’d chosen a one-piece pale gold teddy to give her confidence during her interview. Her mother used to tell her a woman dressed to impress all the way down to her lingerie. Rue hadn’t forgotten. The pale honey color made her skin glimmer, but most importantly the undergarment snapped at the crotch, which was perfect because she didn’t want anything to slow them down. Rue wanted to be devoured and she wanted it now.

Her hot gaze on him, she pulled the snaps free while her other hand tugged a strap down to reveal one plump breast. The caress of the silken fabric across her engorged nipple made her cry out. She threw her head back with a sigh.

And Ian pounced.

His mouth closed over her breast and his sharp teeth teased the pebbled flesh. Rue’s legs shook. Ian completely overwhelmed her. She moaned, pulling away, overcome by the way his touch exploded within her. But he grabbed her waist and pressed a kiss into her belly button through the golden silk.

In a move so fast she barely registered it, he slipped his hand between her legs, cupped her right buttock and lifted, allowing gravity to slide the underside of her thigh down across his rough palm. His hand closed in the crook of her right knee. He spun them both and laid her back onto the banquette. She sat there panting with her legs spread open for him.

Going down on his knees, Ian massaged from her knee, down over her calf, and stopped at her ankle, where he bent her foot to his mouth and placed a heated kiss onto her arch. More bites and suckles followed until he reached her bent knee and began delving his tongue in and out of the fleshy place where the top of her calf and the back of her thigh met. Rue didn’t know whether it was Ian’s power over her or the preview of what he could do with his tongue, but she lost it.

Her hips arched off the banquette. Ian’s big, rough hand covered her mound, pushing her back down. She whimpered again, as his kisses became a lick of tongue that blazed a trail up the inside of her thigh.

Ian surprised her again when he dropped her right leg, tossing it to one side. He raked her with a narrow-eyed smirk of total conquest. Then he grabbed her by the backs of both knees and spread her legs even wider; pulling her down until her backside teetered on the edge of the cushions and her body verged on a second orgasm in a single night.

Never breaking eye contact, he picked up the tab of snaps on her teddy and flipped the material backwards onto her belly, revealing the smooth skin of her Brazilian waxing. His eyebrows scrunched in appreciation and his tongue moistened his delectable lower lip before he made a show of dipping his head. Then he took her with his mouth, licking from the lower edge of her chasm up to her clitoris. She bucked again and he held her down.

Still watching her, he paused. The backs of two fingers followed the path his tongue had taken, but at the throbbing bundle of nerves, he flipped them over and rubbed tiny circles of ecstasy into her trembling body with his fingertips. Spreading those two fingers, he parted her folds and took possession of her body with his mouth again.

This time she grabbed the crown of his head and undulated against his mouth. He sucked her clitoris until she’d thought she’d break apart, then he delved inside her with his tongue pistoning in out, in out, until she came on a full body shudder that shook them both.

His strong hands held her in place as her inner walls convulsed over and over. When the tension in her arched back finally eased, Ian stood. Rue was too pleasure-wasted to notice when his light blue sweater came off, but her gaze darted to the front of his pants when she heard the
zzzip
of his zipper coming down.

Ian dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Palming his erection, the head already jeweled with pre-cum, he stroked himself once, twice. Rue rushed forward. Grabbing his hips, she pulled Ian back onto the banquette, on top of her. His knees straddled either side of her thighs and his erection bobbed against her lips, just like she’d wanted.

Lowering her head, she licked the seam between his balls and smiled to herself when he trembled against her tongue. She flicked that sensitive area for a while then she turned her head slightly and took one of his balls into her wet mouth. Ian braced himself with both hands on her shoulders, his head thrown back in an, “Ahhhh.”

Rue began to lick him inside her mouth and he loved it. But when she began to hum around his tight sac, he clamped down on her shoulders and thrust forward. She gave both balls the same humming attention before she licked between them once again, her tongue trailing his length in one smooth stroke. She delighted in the way his thick cock thumped against her mouth as she moved.

Hungry to have all of him, she circled the extra-sensitized ring of flesh around the head of his cock. One of his large hands fisted in the tight curls at the nape of her neck and she knew she had him. Without further foreplay, she cushioned her teeth with her lips and deep throated him.

Ian’s body bowed and he howled into the night sky. As the sound echoed across the terraces, Rue began to move again, mixing short pulls from her tongue with long lingering sucks. She kept her hands on his hips, massaging the muscles there as her head bobbed around his sweet cock. With each pull of her tongue, Ian gently rolled those hips into her mouth and she moaned.

Too soon his balls drew up tight, straining against the base of his cock, and Rue knew he’d reached the point of no return. She massaged from his hips to his waist, around to the front of his ribcage, and up to his taut nipples. Using the tips of her index fingers, she flicked his nipples in rapid repetition with her fingernails. While her hands worked she deep throated him again, but this time she purred around his cock.

The vibrations drove him over the edge in a hoarse masculine shout. He bucked hard into her mouth, as she continued to suck his cock and flick his nipples until his shallow thrusts tapered off. He spent himself against the back of her throat with a deep groan of release. Rue kept the suction in her mouth and eased off, releasing him with low
pop
.

Ian dropped down onto her thighs, still straddling her. “Fuck,” he said. “That was so good.” He grabbed her face and traced her cheekbones with his thumbs. The tenderness and satisfaction in his eyes slayed her.

After several hard-won breaths he kissed her fiercely. Moving to the side, he kept kissing while he laid her down flat against the cushions. Stretching his body on top of hers, he nipped her chin, her throat and continued down. Strong fingers pulled the straps of her teddy completely off to reveal her breasts. With a sigh, he bent to worship both aching peaks. Rue’s hands tangled in his hair. In turn, his hand parted her legs to fit his thickness lengthwise in between her folds. That accomplished, he took her face in both hands and devoured her mouth again as he rocked across her chasm. His balls bounced at her entrance while his cock slid sweet friction across her trembling nub.

“Ian,” she whimpered his name, her body arched to the point of breaking. His mouth captured her throat, feral teeth teasing vulnerable skin. Her breasts were swollen in his hands as he took the nipples between his fingers and tugged, shaking them ever so slightly so the ache erupted into more pleasure.

Gaze affixed to hers Ian saw the exact moment her orgasm hit. With a final nip to her bottom lip, he rocked back, shifted, and pumped forward, plunging his long hard thick cock into her. Growling, he pushed her bent legs up until her knees bracketed her breasts. Then Ian ruled her with one pounding, rhythmic thrust after another. There was something mind shattering in the way he rolled his hips down then pistoned up; it made her g-spot sing.

Rue grabbed the back of the banquette and rode out Ian’s ferocious claiming of her body. She trembled, spasming on shockwave after shockwave of raw ecstasy as he pounded into her hard, then harder. His mouth took hers again, his tongue thrusting in the same rhythm as his hips. Her inner walls sucked him in, convulsing around him on each down stroke until she truly did shatter. She screamed and she didn’t care who heard her.