Black Magic (Alpha Pack #1.5)(12)

She liked his strong arms around her. She burrowed into his chest, and the sense of his protection gave her the courage to continue. "I'm pretty sure this guy was real. He wanted me and you to join him. He wants to control you."

"We don't know that for sure," he said, kissing the top of her head. "It could've been a really vivid night terror brought on by what we went through earlier."

"Don't you dare patronize me," she warned.

"I'd never do that. I'm trying to look on the bright side, that's all. Tell me about the dream from start to finish, if you're feeling up to it."

Relaxing some, she nodded. Taking a deep breath, she recounted the brief, scary encounter with the man she never saw. When she finished, Kalen was holding her tightly, his heart pounding fast in her ear. Despite his outward calm, his rapid pulse, the increased pace of his breathing, evidenced his fear. Her question was quiet.

"You think this is something to be worried about, don't you?"

"I think it's possible."

"What are we going to do?"

"Right now? Wait here until we can reach the Pack on the phone, or they find us. Then we tell Nick every detail about tonight, including your nightmare."

"Okay."

They fell silent for a time, Kalen still holding her. Stroking her hair. Placing kisses on top of her head. "This is nice," he murmured.

"Yes, it is."

He paused, and she sensed he had more to say.

"This is good, isn't it? Me, holding you?"

He sounded so uncertain, and yet hopeful, her heart swelled. "It definitely is," she said, hugging him. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"This is new to me. Holding someone, being held." His voice held a note of wonder.

"Then you've missed out on a lot."

"I'm beginning to see that," he said softly.

A subtle shift was happening between them. Then, gradually . . . comfort became something more. They didn't have to be alone and afraid. They'd begun to bond tonight over a shared terror, and now that connection solidified as he held her against his heart. Tilted her face up to his.

And placed the sweetest of kisses on her lips. He started slowly, one nibble at a time. Paused in between, giving her the chance to put out the flame that had been kindled between them. But she wanted him every bit as much, wasn't about to say no.

Sitting up, he pulled her into his lap. They were both still dressed in their jeans, but situated like this, she had no trouble discerning the erection pressing against her bottom. She wiggled against the hardness, wanting more.

"You're trying to kill me."

"Far from it." Sitting up, she pulled his shirt over her head, baring herself to his gaze. From the sliver of light filtering through the part in the curtains, she could see his green eyes glittering with desire. With need. But also with uncertainty.

"I've never done this before."

"Had sex?" She found that difficult to believe.

"Made love," he whispered. "With someone I care about."

Sweet man. "It's fantastic. Like nothing else you'll ever feel."

"Tell me what you want." Reaching out, he caressed her cheek. "I have to hear it."

"Make love to me. Give me everything."

Capturing her lips again, he lowered her to the bed. Kissed her thoroughly for several long moments. He had the best mouth and he knew how to use it-as he proved by nibbling his way down her throat, teeth scraping. Long ones.

"Are you using your panther teeth?"

"Mmm."

She gasped as one canine grazed a tender nipple. I'll take that as a yes.

His mouth latched onto the nub, suckling, and she moaned, burying her fingers in his long hair as she'd itched to do for weeks. The black mass was as silky as it looked, thick and just right to get a good grip. She enjoyed the feel of it as much as she loved him lavishing attention on her ni**les.

He moved south, kissing her belly. When he moved lower, she had to relinquish her hold on his mane, and whimpered in protest.

"You don't want this?" he teased, setting between her thighs. "You said to give you everything."

"And I meant it. I just love my hands in your hair."

He looked pleased. "Well, you can have it back in a few minutes. Promise."

Unzipping her jeans, he worked them down and off, along with her panties. Pushing her knees apart, he lowered his head. Flicked out his tongue and lapped at her clit. With a sigh of pleasure, she spread for him as wide as possible. It had been much too long, and she wanted Kalen to have her. Like this, or any way he desired.

His mouth was every bit as talented in this area, too. He licked her folds, delved his tongue in between to f**k her channel slowly. Driving her mad. Then he'd withdraw and suckle the little clit, taking her to the edge. And withdraw again. Lick and suckle. Over and over until she was mindless, writhing.

"Oh, God!"

"What do you want, honey?"

"Fuck me," she begged. "I need you."

He didn't require further encouragement, and shed his jeans quickly. Crawling over her, he settled between her legs, placed the head of his c**k to her opening. Pushed inside.

There, in the darkness, they came together.