ROMANCE: BIKER ROMANCE: Werewolf Rider (MC Shifter Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult Paranormal Romance Short Stories) (4 page)

“Heath, please . . . “

“You want me to stop?”

He paused, looking up at her breathlessly.  The look of desire in his eyes was unmistakable.  She could only imagine that it mirrored her own.  She didn’t want him to stop, but she knew this wasn’t right.  No matter what she thought of her husband.

“I just.  What we are doing is wrong.”

“It doesn’t feel wrong to me.  In fact, I wish that for once in my life that I had not been late.  If I had gotten here before the ceremony, I would have put a stop to it on first sight of you.  You were positively radiant in your dress, but you looked so sad.  I knew you were not marrying my brother for love.  Later, I found out it was arranged and why.”

“Still, Heath.  I am married to him now.”

“My brother will never love you, Alva.  He isn’t the sort to fall in love with a woman.  I was halfway in love with you when I laid eyes on you.”

“How could we ever be together, Heath?”

“For now, like this.  Out here, there is no one to bother us.  He is gone.  We are completely alone.  Perhaps by the time he figures it out, we will find a way.”

She stood looking at him a moment longer, at his sharp jawline, regal in appearance.  It didn’t take a huge push to realize that she felt the same immediate pull toward him as he did to her.  Her head nodded slightly as he pulled her close again, kissing her even more deeply than before.  They were soon lost in one another, consumed by the other, giving in to their needs.

Heath lay her gently in the grass, slowly stripping her clothing off layer by layer.  His lips trailed every inch of her skin as it became exposed to the glorious sunlight beaming down upon them from above.  She let go of feeling this was wrong.  It felt right.  It felt so completely right that she knew she would do whatever she must do to stay with him.

Her back arched upward toward his touch as he parted her legs and kissed her untouched folds.  It was like nothing she had ever experienced before as he slowly toured her pussy with his tongue, kissing and licking his way along each and every inch.  She felt herself growing wetter, reacting to his touch.  Her heart raced and pulse quickened as she drew in a sharp breath.

She watched as he stopped for a moment, smiling down at her as he stripped free of his clothes.  His body was spectacular, muscle and sinew.  She tried not to stare at his manhood, standing fully erect.  Though she should be afraid of what was happening, she found that she felt no doubt, no fear.  Being with Heath would be the most natural thing in the world.

“You look so beautiful like that, all spread out on the ground, naked for me.”

“Heath, I’ve never done this before.  I don’t know what to do.”

“There is nothing to know, Alva.  Just feel your way.”

He sank back down to the ground beside her, taking her in his arms again and kissing her.  The fire she had felt before was renewed, burning deeper than even moments before.  His hand found its way between her legs, his fingers slowly parting her center and massaging her as she squirmed beneath his gentle touch.  Their eyes locked together, his watching as hers grew darker with desire.  Her moans scattered across the wind blowing through the meadow.

“I love the way your pussy drips along my fingers.  You feel like wet velvet on my skin.”

Alva blushed at his words.  It was new to have a man be intimate with her, much less be so vulgar in his description of her lady parts.  She found it oddly titillating.  Her excitement only grew as he continued to massage her gently until she could feel a pressure welling up inside her, as if she might swell and burst.  Every nerve ending pulsed wildly until she felt a sudden explosion that seemed to run throughout her body, causing her to quiver and shake beneath him.  A loud cry of pleasure escaped her lips as Heath smiled knowingly.

“Heathhhhhh.”

It was all she could manage to say in the moment of passion.  She felt like her body had been blown apart and then snapped perfectly back into place.  Perspiration dotted her brow as  Heath moved across her, pressing his body closer to hers.  The sudden pain as he pushed slowly inside of her tight opening was blinding, she cried out again and he hesitated, letting the discomfort pass before pulling back and slowly slipping back in.  Each stroke brought a fresh pain, but it was lessening, replaced with a new pleasure.

“You feel so wonderful, Heath.  I never knew it could be like this.”

“It will be like this forever.  Somehow, someway.”

Alva smiled up at him, a few tears escaping her eyes as her breath slowed, became more labored with his increasing passion.  Her hips met his again and again as he took her for his own, making love to her feverishly beneath the open sky above them.  His grunts filled the air, mingling with her own as they slammed into one another, unable to get enough of the other. 

“God, I’m coming.  I’m going to explode.”

“Yes.  I want to feel everything you have inside me.”

With one final stroke, Heath pushed deeply inside her, erupting with a thick load of his seed destined for her womb.  Alva didn’t care if she became with child though she knew it could well mean a disaster for the both of them.  She wanted to experience what it felt like to have his seed flowing through her.  The warm rush of his fluids inside her only made her happier.

They lay in the grass, holding one another and kissing until the day began to grow long.  It would be getting dark before they arrived back at the stables if they didn’t hurry.  Jumping up to get dressed, they mounted their horses and made the ride back before they were missed by too many.  Careful to keep their distance from one another around the castle, it felt like torture to be so far apart from him as they went about the business of appearing that nothing was any different than it should be.

“That brother of Lord MacEwan’s is quite the handsome one isn’t he?”

Alva paused, listening as the two giddy servants discussed him.  She smiled a little to herself as she stood pretending to admire a nearby trinket with her back turned to them.

“He certainly is.  Quite a bit friendlier than the Lord too.  I wonder if he is interested in a woman of slightly lesser breeding than himself?”

Alva felt herself stiffen a little at the idea and turned suddenly to face them, angry despite her self-admonishment to mind herself.

“Don’t the two of you have something you should be doing?”

They looked at her and then each other, a stricken look exchanged that she had overheard their discussion of both her husband and his brother.

“I’m sorry, Lady MacEwan.  We were just going out ot mind the linens.”

The pair scurried off hurriedly.  Alva could still overhear them as one of them whispered a bit too loudly to the other.

“She’s probably just upset because she has already figured out that her husband prefers his own kind over what’s beneath the skirt of hers.”

Alva was stunned.  Was it true?  It made perfect sense with what he had said to her, the lack of a marriage consummation and some of Heath’s comments.  Instead of being distraught, she found that she was absolutely giddy about it.  If he didn’t enjoy the pleasures of women, then she certainly wouldn’t have to worry about him touching her.  It meant she would have no issues of maintaining her complete faithfulness to Heath instead.

Smiling, she went upstairs and prepared for dinner.  She sat at a far end of the table from Heath, trying her best to avoid eye contact, not because she wanted to but because she was afraid everyone would be able to see what she had done with him just from the look on her face.  Of course, Heath, infinitely playful was having none of it.

“Lady MacEwan, did you have a good ride this afternoon?”

“I did.  It was most splendid.”

“I’m not sure that you should be going out alone on the horse without a proper escort.”

“Why is that?”

“This land is not always a fit place for a lady of your stature to be out alone.  There are thieves and kidnappers that would love to find you separated from any assistance.”

“Perhaps I will ask one of the guards to accompany next time.”

“You could do that, but I would be more than happy to go with you tomorrow.  I’m an excellent swordsman.  I can protect you from any harm.”

“I will take it under advisement.  Thank you kindly for the offer.”

Alva smiled a little to herself as she took a bite of her food.  He was toying with her, but he was also setting up a very public excuse to ride with her again tomorrow.  She was glad to know that he wasn’t just some sort of cad that had taken her maidenhead for sport.  Everything had felt so real today and she didn’t want to lose that feeling ever.  In fact, she already found herself looking forward to their next rendezvous.

The days that followed were absolutely blissful.  Each day, she and Heath went riding together.  They used swordplay as if it were foreplay, sparring with one another until neither could bear not touching one another any longer.  They ended each day making love in the moors as if it were the first time, every time.  Their passion for one another only increased until it was hard ot leave one another alone even when back in the castle.

“Kiss me.”

“Heath, no.  Stop.  Someone will see.”

Alva was pushed up against the stone wall that led to the lower level of the castle where valuables were stored behind locked doors.

“I don’t care.  I can’t stand being so close to you and not being able to touch you.  It’s maddening.”

“It is for me too, but if we get caught, I don’t know what he will do.”

“I’m not scared of him.”

“I know you aren’t, but I have my family to consider, as well.”

“We have to get you out of here, Alva.  You don’t belong here with him.  You belong anywhere else with me.”

“We can’t, Heath.  We have to stop this.  It has gotten out of hand.  He will be back any day now.  It’s dangerous.”

“You can’t leave me, Alva.  I need you.  You are my heart.  I love you.”

“I love you too, Heath.  I do, but I am married to your brother and we have to let it go.”

“I won’t let it go. I will never let you go.”

Heath kissed her, despite her earlier protest.  His fingers tangled in her hair as his mouth searched hers greedily, hungrily.  Their bodies pressed together closely until he finally yanked himself away, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her toward the dark cellar just beyond the hallway.  Clearing off the top of a barrel in one quiet corner, he pushed up her skirt and hoisted her panty looms down, fumbling with the fasteners on his pants.

“Heath, you can’t!  We can’t!”

Her voice was little more than a whisper as she protested, only half-heartedly pushing him away.  This was risky, but she wanted it.  She wanted him to take her right there, right beneath everyone’s noses.  He didn’t disappoint her by holding back.  Her teeth bit into her lip deeply as he thrust into her forcefully, taking what he knew could only belong to him.  There was nothing soft or sweet about their lovemaking.  It was rough and animalistic.  He slammed into her again and again as she stifled her cries of delight.

Afterwards, they returned to the upper levels of the castle separately.  Alva could do nothing to temper the huge smile that adorned her face the rest of the evening.  It only grew larger at dinner as Heath, once again, decided to toy with her at the table.

“You seem particularly pleased today, Lady MacEwan.  Did you have a good day?”

“I had a most splendid day.  Thank you for asking.”

“Of course.  It is always nice to enjoy my dinner with such pleasant company, especially when she exudes such radiance with a grand smile like yours.”

“Flattery.  All flattery.”

“All truth.  What do you have planned tomorrow?  Will you be going out to ride again?  I will be happy to accompany you again if you like.”

“That would be very nice of you.  Thank you again.”

Alva saw the two servants that had been talking about Heath previously exchange glances.  Was it possible that they knew?  Could they tell from the way she and Heath spoke?  Or had someone unknowingly seen them in the cellar?  As much as it pained her, this had to come to an end before things went badly.

“Well, if it isn’t my lovely wife and my beloved brother breaking bread with one another.”

Alva whirled around at the sound of Lord MacEwan’s voice behind her.  When had he gotten home?  Why had no one told her?  She felt a sense of panic that she couldn’t’ quite explain knowing that he was back from this trip.  Then it hit her why it was so upsetting.  How would she be able to sneak off to be with Heath if he were underfoot?  She was right.  This had to end.

Several days passed during which she avoided Heath.  She had been pretty successful until he finally caught her in the stables, sneaking away for a ride.

“I thought you would want to know that I’m leaving in the morning.”

“What?  Leaving fo where?”

“I don’t know.  Anywhere but here.”

“Very well.”

Alva’s heart felt as if it might stop, but what could she say?  She wanted him to stay, but knew they had no future together here.  It was best that he go.  So, why did she feel like she might die if he did?  The last few days without him had been torture enough.  The idea of never seeing him again was devastating.