Rowena's Revenge (Broadus Supernatural Society) (14 page)

“Blaine, how far to the hotel?”
He
asks, his eyes never leaving mine, and his hand not tangled in my hair runs up
my left ribs, over my still heaving chest and cups my cheek; his thumb running
over the flushed skin, causing me to purr loudly.

“Only about five minutes.”
Blaine
kind of laughs, and I know he is probably watching this entire thing unfold via
the rearview mirror. He’s a little bit of voyeur, there’s no doubt about it,
and I smile to myself as I hear him chuckle again. I return my attention to Penton.

God, I want him so bad. Why did I wait until now to give in
to these feelings? I don’t care about that now; all I want is him. I want
Penton to be mine in this small slice of time, whether or not our fates are
sealed. Blaine and I are going to be happier than we ever could have been
without him. I lean down for a kiss, but his hold in my hair prevents me. I
whimper just a tiny bit and he smiles, flashing a slightly pointed tooth grin,
which alarms me.

I reach up and run my fingertips tenderly over his bottom
lip, examining his changed teeth, and a deep laugh rolls through him. “Are you
scared of my appearance?” he asks, his voice low with an underlying deviousness
that rolls over my skin, running a chill up my spine as he pulls my face even
closer to his. The darkness in his tone causes my breath to catch in my throat,
and his hand moves from my cheek to my chin, his fingers gripping it lightly
but enough to command attention. “Answer me, Kitten. Do I scare you?”

“No,” I say on a breath without hesitation, “you don’t.” I
run my fingertips over his bottom lip again before sweeping them back to his
ear, now with a more pronounced point. I barely run my skin over his ear before
delving my fingers into his short hair, leaning in and desperately wanting him
to kiss me, but again he holds me back, smiling.

“Kitten needs to learn to be patient,” he laughs, tugging
hard on my hair and exposing my neck while my heart rate spikes and my
breathing comes in panicked panting. My flames are sparked and begging to burn bright,
but I keep them at bay, knowing it could end in disaster inside this small
space.

“Remember what I told you that first night we were all
together?” He asks as his lips graze the tops of my breasts just over the V
neck of my shirt and I gasp from the heat of the contact, sending lightning all
the way through to my core. I need him to touch me. Hell, I need him to fuck
me; to make me his. I nod as best as I can and he laughs again, bringing my
forehead to his. “Good, then use your flames to fuel your desire ‘till we can
be somewhere where you can let them burn freely.”

He tugs my head back again, taking full advantage of my
exposed neck and nipping, sucking, and kissing all over as I focus in on my
flames, trying to transform them like I had before into a burning desire,
rather than just burning. Penton’s hand moves from my back, over my belly, and
up to my breasts, his fingers pinching and teasing through the material of my
shirt and bra, and my flames dissipate, filling me with a rush of heat. The rush
is so forceful that my whole body trembles and my core clenches; so close to
climax, and he hasn’t even touched me intimately yet.

I can feel Blaine turn the SUV a few times as Penton takes his
time, kissing my neck, collar bone, and tops of my breasts, and by the time I
feel the car go into park I’m panting uncontrollably, my gasps for breath being
almost moans at this point. A door slams, but Penton doesn’t stop his assault
on my neck and he tugs my head to the side, grazing his teeth along the crux,
causing me to shiver and melt in his touch. I sag into his chest, my breasts
brushing against his chest as my ragged breathing forces them up and down
rapidly and my aching skin screams at me to have his hands on it. I can’t help
the moan that slips out when his hands are on my hips, forcing me to grind down
into his lap and I feel the very hard erection hidden in his jeans, waiting for
me.

One of his hands leaves me and a blast of cold air and snow
fills the car. “Come on you two!” Blaine yells at us and Penton releases the
hold his lips have on my skin, tucking me into his chest as I wrap my legs
around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. The wind and snow bite at my
bare arms and face, but I snuggle into Penton’s hold, kissing and nipping at
his neck as he runs across the parking lot.

Heat, and the smell of cleaning supplies, hits my nose right
before I’m pulled from Penton’s arms and slammed up against the door, his rock
hard body pressing me up against the wood and crushing the breath from my lungs
as his lips claim mine, his hands roaming up and down my sides and chest,
tugging at my clothing while his tongue dances with mine. He pulls away
suddenly, leaving me panting and teetering unbalanced on my tiptoes as my
vision comes back from the star edged almost climax state to take in our little
hotel room.

Basic furnishings with a large bed.
Dark reds and browns make up the colors, and as I sink back against the door,
whimpering with the unfinished need within washing over me, Penton smiles and
sits on the edge of the bed. He winks as he brings his foot up on his knee,
nonchalantly taking his boot off slowly.

“Undress her for me.” He nods to Blaine, and I sneak a peek
at my other mate, sitting in a chair by the window. He looks from Penton to me,
smiling in disbelief and laughing a little to himself. “Don’t just sit there.
Undress our mate for me.
Slowly.”

The tone of Penton’s voice does something to me and my eyes
slide shut as my head rests against the door. A sensation, as if he has his
hand down the front of my jeans, his fingers teasing me by slowly, methodically
rubbing my clit, rolls through me and I can’t stop my body from arching against
the door, my fingernails digging into the white paint as I try to keep in the
scream of pleasure by biting my lip.

My eyes fly open as Blaine’s earthy musk rushes over me and
his hazel eyes bathe me in their glow. My skin tingles at the thought of his
hands upon me, and when he reaches for my waistband, pulling it to him with a
jerk, I don’t hold in the purr of deliciousness that rumbles through my throat.
Please,
I beg silently, leaning my shoulders against the door and
angling my hips toward
him,
rip my clothes off so
Penton and you can have your way with me.

He seems to hear my plea and an evil grin lifts up one
corner of his perfect mouth before he tugs the button and zipper of my jeans
down in one motion, quickly kneeling to shove them down my legs, but stopping
there, and I feel his hot breath on my thighs, making me quiver. I steal a
glance over to Penton and see him watching us from the edge of the bed as he’s
paused, mid-undressing himself with one eyebrow raised in intent curiosity. I
never thought that knowing someone is watching me in an intimate act could be
so fucking hot, but it is and my body trembles with a new wave of heat, my
flames fueling the need to have Penton take me and his eyes meet mine, locking
my stare as I feel Blaine’s lips on the front of my panties.

A growl rolls through him as he stands, cutting off my sight
of Penton as he pins my arms above my head, turning me around to face the door
as his hands roam over the lace of my panties then up and under my shirt,
cupping my breasts over my bra. My shirt is up and over my head and thrown who
knows where, and Blaine covers my hands, pinning me to the door again. He
grinds into me, showing me he’s just as ready as Penton was in the car, and I
gasp, biting my lip to try and pull my focus in so that I don’t finish right
here and now before Penton touches me.

“Is that good enough?” Blaine grinds out, his lips grazing
my ear as he grinds into me again, harder than the first time, sending my
nerves reeling, and white stars line my vision.

“Very well done, Blaine,” Penton’s smooth, commanding voice
seems to calm B’s wolf and his breathing slows down. He kisses my cheek,
releasing me from his hold and stepping back. I see him slightly stagger, and
then scowl just a bit as he adjusts his pants and I can’t help my eyes from
falling to the large bulge of his erection. I don’t know what comes over me,
but I just lick my lips and purr, staggering myself when I imagine his
engorged, pierced cock in my mouth.

“Come here, Kitten,” Penton pulls my attention from my wolf,
and I step toward him, my shaky limbs still trying to deal with all of the
sensations rolling through me as my feet pad across the carpet toward his now
naked form, sitting on the bed. Before I reach him he says, “Kneel before me,
my joy.”

I stop just before his feet and drop to my knees, wanting to
please him in every way as his eyes wash over me. He cups my cheek, smiling at
me, and pulls me between his legs. His cock is right here, in front of me,
begging for attention so I wrap my hand around the base and he groans, wrapping
his fingers into my hair and tugging lightly, causing me to hiss. I stroke his
shaft slowly, letting my fingers squeeze and loosen as they move up and down.

“Listen to me, my joy,” he growls at me, tugging my hair
back as I keep the rhythm of my hands on his shaft. His voice makes my skin
vibrate and I tremble under his attention, issuing a low whimper when his lips
meet the sensitive skin behind my ear. “Bonding with me will be different than
with Blaine. You cannot, at any time, bite me. My blood is poisonous to you,
and if you do bite me, you may die. I know you will have the urge, and when
that time comes we will handle it.” I try to nod in acknowledgement, but his
hand holds me tight so I tighten my grip on his cock, hearing him grunt in
pleasure as he presses his lips to my neck. “Magic is a funny thing. Do not be
afraid of it.”

“I won’t,” I gasp, swirling the bead of pre-cum around the
head of his shaft with my fingers and running my hand over it again. I don’t
know how much longer I can wait so I lean into his hand, angling my head so
that my mouth is aligned with his and I whisper, “Please.”

His hand releases my hair and runs around to my throat, his
fingers creeping up the front of my chin and two of them run along my bottom
lip. I can see the want and need in his eyes, and I part my lips just a little,
darting my tongue out to the tips of two of his fingers, and his eyes light up.
I can see he wants me to do it more, so I wrap my lips around his fingers and
suck, swirling my tongue around the two tips as if they are his cock before he
pulls them free, with a loud ‘pop’ sound filling the room.

“Stand,” he breathes out, and as I get up on shaky legs, his
other hand dips into the back of my panties and pulls them down as I rise. I
step out of them without instruction, and as soon as I’m free, Penton pulls me
down to straddle his lap, those fingers that were just in my mouth positioned
right at my entrance as his thumb swirls around my swollen clit. I don’t hold
it in, throwing my head back and letting the moan that I’ve kept buried roll
out as he drives his fingers in.

My flames threaten to burst to life again as a wave of
something new fills me, surrounding me in comfort and undying desire. I open my
eyes to see a blue and green aura surrounding Penton as his lips roam my chest,
sucking and biting at my lace bra before he rips it from my body then covers my
already pert nipples with his lips. I focus in on his fingers as the stars edge
my vision and my breathing comes out in quick pants.

As my climax rolls over me, I dig my nails into his
shoulders, the sensation of his fingers thrusting inside of me, combined with
his lips on my breasts and my flames fueling it all. My body feels as if I’m
having a seizure as it trembles in my orgasm. My mouth is open as if to scream,
but nothing comes out; all of my energy is focused on my climax as it goes on
and on, the aura growing brighter around Penton as he groans, pulling his
fingers from my core as it clenches around him in aftershocks.

He pulls my face to his; covering my lips completely as his
hands find my hips and position me over his rock hard shaft, teasing my
entrance with its head. He rolls my hips, keeping them just high enough as to
not impale me just yet and he nips at my bottom lip. I can feel his magic, or whatever
it is, swirling around me, filling my skin with heat as he cups my cheek,
tangling his hand into my hair as our eyes meet.

“Let yourself go, my joy; there is no need to hold back with
me.” He smiles, his hand squeezing into my hip and pushing me down, slowly, his
large cock fighting for entrance before I stretch and let him in with a moan.
He stretches me deliciously, and as he fills me slowly, I can’t stop the mild
scream that slips my lips at the feeling. “There you go, Kitten,” he murmurs in
my ear as I sink onto him, laying my head on his shoulder. Tears fill my eyes
from the wave of emotions rolling through me.

My flames are begging to be let free as I slowly rise off of
him, stopping mid way to slide back down, but I keep them at bay, fearing the
outcome. He growls, pulling my face to his with such force that I have no time
to react, and he picks up his pace, thrusting into me with one hand on my lower
back and one hand holding my face to his, keeping my screams of pleasure in.

When he bites down on my bottom lip, drawing blood, there is
no way I can hold it in anymore. My second climax crashes down on me and I let
my flames loose, feeling their heat fill my skin as my limbs quiver in
pleasure. I pull my lips from his to throw my head back, exposing my neck in
submission to my mate, and I moan loudly as his teeth graze the left crux.

“You are mine, Rowena. You are my mate, as you are Blaine’s.
I will give my life for yours….for both of you.
From this
day, until death, and beyond.”
He growls against my skin right before
his teeth sink in, and I scream out in the mixture of pain and pleasure,
feeling a third climax crest and roll over me, shaking my limbs even more.