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Chapter Fifteen

“Lisa?”

“Lisa?” A strong voice pushed at her.
No.

“Look at me.”

Walls receded. She heard her gasps and slowed her breathing.
Oh God.
Mac.
“Mac.”
The harsh cry was out of her throat, and she flung
herself over at him. She pulled at the metal ring he was fastened to.
Aghh
.
Her fingers stung.

“It’s silver. Don’t touch, sweetie, it’ll burn.”

“Oh, Mac.”
Lisa wailed, taking his
poor face in her palm. “What did they do to you? What are you doing here?” She
looked at his closed, puffy eye and cut lips. He had lumps and grazes all over
him. Her eyes followed down his bare chest covered by more cuts and marks.

“Never mind me. I’ll heal. Lisa? Are you okay? Did they? Did
he?” Mac swallowed, unable to ask.

Lisa shook her head. “But they’re coming for me in less than
an hour. Some sort of ceremony. Can’t you just shift?” She eyed his scraped raw
wrists encased in silver chains.

“We can’t shift when touching silver. It’s our Achilles
heel. All shape-shifters struggle with it. It’s worse for wolves though. It’ll
burn your skin. It just means I can’t shift.”

“How did you get caught?” She stumbled and sank to the
floor, panting.

“Lisa, listen to me. Do you have any water? You need to cool
down fast.” Lisa lifted blurry eyes to him and smiled. The shaking didn’t seem
so bad now, and she was getting used to the cramps.

“No water, but I’m okay. It’s not so hot anymore.” Her voice
sounded funny, like it belonged to someone else.

“Lisa, this is very important.” He yanked at the chains and
lowered his voice. “Look at me.”

Lisa smiled again and rested her head against his chest.
“You’re doing your alpha thingy on me. You don’t need to you know.” So safe,
almost as if she could sleep.

“Baby, look at me. Lisa?”

“
Mmm
?”
She
wanted to sleep for a little while.

“Lisa. Do you love me?”

Her eyes popped open.

“That’s better. Now give me those gorgeous lips.”

He took her mouth ferocious and demanding. All thoughts of
sleep were chased away by the onslaught that was Mac. Her insides coiled, and
both her hands grabbed for his chest. Panting, aching, she needed,
needed
him closer.

“That’s it, baby. Now turn around. I need you to listen to
me.” Shivers slammed into her pussy as smooth lips brushed the back of her
neck. She leaned back into Mac’s chest. Her head lolled back exposing her neck
to his fiery touch.

“That’s it.
All yours.
Touch.”
Mac hissed as she moved against him.
“Baby.”
Mac’s voice was haggard, raw. “I need you to be my
hands.”

Lisa faltered slightly.

“You love me. Do this for me.” Hot lips snaked around her
neck and with a gasp she opened her mouth. Licking and biting he continued onto
her shoulders.

Mac’s voice continued, low, deep, filling her up. “I’m going
to tell you what I want to do, what I want you to do. Put those hands on your
thighs. No, move them to the inside. That’s right.
Just
there.
Where your skin is so soft, it feels like silk. Now trail your
fingers up and down. That’s right.
Softly, smoothly, just the
tips, a little higher.
There, just so you can touch your panties.”

Lisa whimpered. Needy little sounds coming from her mouth
followed her fingers. It was like Mac’s fingers were there, touching her,
teasing her.

“Now, close your eyes and hook your fingers into those
panties. I don’t need them. Pull them down. Yes. Now bring your fingers back.
Feel those curls? I’m going to shave those tomorrow down to beautiful smooth
skin.
Nothing to stop even the tiniest touch.”

Lisa was beyond speech.
Arching her hips
as if to push herself nearer into his hands.

“Now, baby, just tease those lips open for me. That’s right.
Feel how hot you are? Feel how wet? Just for me. Let’s find that little—”

Lisa gasped as she touched her clit and pulled away.

“No, my hands, not yours.
I want to
touch. Put them back, gently, firmly. One finger, up and down. Feel my fingers?
Feel how wet they are?
Dripping from you, slick and soft.
“Let me taste them.”

Lisa’s breath caught as Mac’s eyes—beautiful eyes, pupils
blown, lust blazing out—narrowed on her. She hesitantly brought her hand to his
lips and shuddered when his warm mouth closed over her wet fingers. His eyes
closed, and he groaned, low and deep. Her insides contracted. His eyes flicked
open, and his tongue curled as he sucked.

“Again.”

Lisa imagined Mac’s fingers, sure, gentle, and touching what
was his. She had no control. Lightly, firmly, teasing her little nub. Talking,
he was still talking.

“Pull that little hood down, babes. Can you feel it
swelling, peeking out because it wants my touch? It’s throbbing, isn’t it?
Throbbing so hard.
In time with your
heart.
Feel it, listen to it. Now push my fingers in harder, swirl them
up and down, nearer that gorgeous hole. I can feel you tighten around me. I
want to be in there. You want me to be in there.”

Harsh pants and mewls filled the air as Mac’s fingers
pressed down. Nearer, she just needed him nearer. Wet and hot.

“Now push in Lisa. I want my fingers in there. Feel that
pussy close around me.
Aghh
yes, grip me tight.
Thrusting, pulling, in and out. You’re so tight.
So ready.
Feel that pressure building. Now, move your other hand, back to that clit and
pull it out. One hand in that gorgeous pussy and the other teasing, pulling.
You can feel it building, getting closer.”

Lisa was going to explode. Hot shocks pulsed in her. Pushing
in and exploding out.

Something, anything, every part of her burned.
So hot.
All the time Mac talked. Soft urgent kisses followed
by sexy words until the words were swirling around with her fingers, and the
fire inside threatened to consume her.

Mac.
“I, Mac…”
Panting.
Whining.
Begging.

“Now Lisa, Now.”
His voice took
over, urgent, demanding, filling her completely. “Come for me now, baby.”

Fireworks lit her up. Hard, firm lips grounded her neck as
her body flew. Splinters of pleasure exploded and spots danced in her eyes.
Darkness zeroed in, and contentment wrapped her up. Safe, he held her safe.
Kisses took her fears, and lips kept her together. Harsh breathing surrounded her,
and she didn’t know whether it was his or hers.

“Lisa?”

“Mac, I’m here.”

Soft chuckles surrounded her. Mac moved slightly. “I know
that, honey. How are you feeling?”

Wonderful.
“I.” Lisa licked dry lips. “I’m
cooler.” She could feel Mac nodding against her back.
“You.
Do you?”

Mac shook his head against the nape of her neck.

She tensed up, anxiety slamming into her. “Mac, what are you
doing here? How did you find me?” She turned her face to him. “The girls..?”

He caught her lips in a punishing vice that softened as soon
as hers did.

Mac pulled his lips away, and Lisa sighed softly. “You’re awfully
good at that you know.” His lips tilted against the nape of her neck.

“Honey, listen to me. We haven’t much time. Erin and Molly
are fine. Riley and I followed your scent. We decided I was going to let myself
get caught while Riley went back to find the others.”

“But why let yourself be caught, Mac? Look at your face. You
could have just waited until I came up there.”

He paused, and Lisa knew there was something he wasn’t
telling her.

“Lisa, honey, there’s no time. You’re not to worry. The
others are on their way. Scoot over there.” He nodded to the ledge. “We don’t
want to anger him further.”

Lisa sighed. “Why did you get caught?”

“I’d never leave you on your own, ever. You’re mine.”

“Mac—”

“Just start thinking about what beach you’d like to go to when
all this is done. I’m going to take you somewhere warm and beautiful. I want
you happy.”

Lisa smiled.
“A beach?”

“Yeah.”
Mac nuzzled some more.
“Warm, happy and naked.
Lots of naked.”

Lisa’s breath caught at the intensity in his words and the
determination in his eyes. She was his. She breathed in. Something stirred
inside her, something proud. She licked her lips and cupped his face. “And
you’re mine.”

Eyes lit up at her declaration and gleamed in answering
possession. She grabbed her panties quickly and pulled them on.

Footsteps clanked down the stairs. “Jesse.” Lisa jumped up
as he hurried into the room.

“Quickly, the others are getting the ceremony ready.” Jesse
skidded to a halt when he saw Mac. They both eyed each other.

“Mac, this is Jesse. He helped get Erin away.”

Mac nodded. “I remember you from the other day.”

Jesse fingered his jaw.
“Yeah, same here.
Now, Lisa. You have to come now.” He tucked a gun in his waistband, and Lisa
tried not to look scared. Of course, Killian’s guards had guns, but at least
they had something now. “We’ve only got a few minutes.”

Mac nodded to the steps. “Go on. The others will come get
me.”

“No.” Lisa looked at Jesse. “I can’t leave him.”

Mac shook his head furiously. “No, Lisa. You have to go
now.”

Jesse gazed at the chains. “I can’t touch them. Let me get
you out.” He glanced at them both. “I promise I’ll come back and try.”

“No.”
I can’t.
Lisa
met determined blue eyes.

They heard shouting from the top of the steps. Mac’s
stiffened, and she wanted to tell him it was okay because she couldn’t leave
him anyway.

Killian and two of his henchman ran down the steps. One of
the guards angrily sent Jesse sprawling, pushed him out of the way. Agitated
didn’t begin to describe Killian. She could still hear shouts and bangs from
upstairs. He yanked her forcibly to his side and froze. Lisa trembled at the
anger that was rolling off him.

“You whore,” he spat and slapped her face.

Lisa thought her face was going to explode.
Why did he always have to hit her there?
She
lay on the stone ledge where his blow had sent her reeling. Angry roars were
coming from the corner where two guys were trying to restrain Mac.

Hard cold metal pressed against her throat, and she froze.

She opened her eyes to rancid breath knowing that Killian
towered over her. With one swipe, he tore her dress down and smelled her
neck,
Lisa tried not to be sick.

“So at least, you had the foresight not to mate him then.”

Lisa barely registered the words. Mate? But they were mated?
What did he mean?

An angry roar came from Mac, followed by a crack, and Mac’s
head lolled sideways. Lisa whimpered. Fear for Mac overrode anything Killian
would do to her.

Killian dragged her to the stone steps. He nodded to his
henchman to bring Mac and totally ignored Jesse, who was cowering in the
corner.

“Bring the bear. I want him awake and watching while I claim
My Queen.”

“Alpha, the fighting is still ongoing.” One of Killian’s
henchmen looked worried.

“It doesn’t matter, fool. Once I have claimed her, we will
have the pack. No bunch of misfits can go against Stone Ridge. We will burn
them, all of them.”

He’s mad.
Lisa
gazed horrified at the man while he dragged her to the top of the stairs, to a
small room, barely a hut. Blankets piled haphazardly around the floor and empty
beer bottles rolled away. Killian marched her to the door and dragged her
outside. They were in the middle of a clearing. Trees and undergrowth had been
cleared away, and group of logs had been fashioned into a makeshift table.

Fighting was going on all around her and heartbroken, she
saw blood and fur as wolves went against bears and wolves fought other wolves.

“I have My Queen.” Killian’s voice thundered out and one by
one, all the fighting stopped. He pulled Lisa up in front of him, the moonlight
glinting on the knife he held to her throat.

Bears and wolves start to shift back, and she recognized
Zack and Riley. Riley stepped forward. “The sheriff is on his way with others.
You cannot win this, Killian.”

A muffled noise to her left had her turning her head.
Miranda was being pulled along by two guys.
One hand over her
mouth and one around her neck.
She looked terrified. Her legs were being
dragged along, and she’d lost her heels some time ago. Lisa almost felt sorry
for her.

The arm holding Lisa tightened. “I have what I need. No one
else has to die, but I will kill each and every last one of you before any
sheriff has chance to get here. And we’ll start with him.” Killian nodded to
his guards.

Lisa heart seemed to stop. She came face to face with a pair
of battered blue eyes. Two guards were holding Mac up although he barely looked
conscious. She gazed into those pain-filled eyes and had a clear memory of
cowering in a hospital room, and Mac gently trying to cover her with his
sweatshirt.

“Let them go.” Lisa pushed her legs up under her to stand
tall.

“Let them go, and I’ll do anything you want.” She heard a
muffled protest from Mac before another blow to his jaw silenced him.

“Good decision, My Queen.” Killian’s eyes gleamed. He
dragged her over to the logs.

Lisa wanted to fight. She wished for one of her rages to
overtake her, to be so out of control, she didn’t know what she was doing. Or
rather, as Killian pushed her to lie on the log, to not know what he was doing.
Two of his henchman grabbed an arm and a leg each, and pulled, so she was
obscenely displayed.