“This is bullshit.” Liam slammed his fist on the sturdy dining room table.
Connor’s dark eyes narrowed and Ana just shook her head. Everyone else at the table was silent as Liam and Connor stared at each other.
Finally Connor spoke. “We’re not going to go off half-cocked hunting this guy down. I understand why you’re angry, but we have to be smart about this. Can you kill this guy? Sure. But what will it do for the pack? We need to find the leader and cut off the head of this organization. If we kill this guy, someone else will replace him. This isn’t just about you. It’s about all of us.”
Liam forced himself to take steady, even breaths. His inner wolf wanted blood and he didn’t care what his Alpha said. That knowledge terrified him. Thankfully December hadn’t been hurt. Not really. Shaken up and scared, but not truly injured. He’d never felt so out of control in his life. Had never wanted to defy his Alpha—his blood—with the intensity he did now.
Right now he wanted to tell his brother to go fuck himself and hunt down the bastard who’d tried to take December. Beast and man had never been so unified about anything before. A loyalty to his brother that ran bone deep was the only thing keeping him grounded.
“What do you plan to do anyway, Liam? Leave December here all alone while you go off hunting?” Ana raised a dark eyebrow and gave him a look that made him feel like a cub being scolded.
Next to her, Erin snorted loudly. “Your woman is so scared out of her mind that she’s staying on a ranch with a pack of shifters and you’re gonna leave her? Yeah, real genius idea.”
Ana nudged her and shook her head. “It doesn’t matter the species, they’re all clueless,” she murmured.
Liam clenched his teeth together so he wouldn’t say something he’d regret. Right now December was taking a bath at the guesthouse. He’d called ahead and asked Jayce to move his stuff into the males’ cabin, into Liam’s room. He didn’t care if it was rude. December needed this right now.
She’d told him she wanted some time to herself, and he knew his time was limited before she got out. He’d planned to ask Ana to stay with her while he went after the guy who hurt her, but now he was reconsidering.
Connor looked away from Liam and nodded at Ryan. “Continue with what you were saying.”
Ryan cleared his throat and looked around the table. “I still haven’t managed to decrypt that flash drive, but we might have good news. The guy who tried to mug December a couple weeks ago is getting out of jail Tuesday morning. It’s because of the nature of the crime and overcrowding or something.”
“How is that a good thing?” Liam asked. Another asshole APL member with a vendetta against them would be walking free.
This time Connor spoke, his attention on Liam. “He’s afraid of us—you specifically. You want to do something useful? I need you to talk to this guy.”
“Talk?” He’d broken the guy’s thumb before and that had gotten him plenty of answers.
His brother nodded tightly. “Yes. Talk. We know his boss’s name is Edward Adler, but so far we can’t find out much about him. That guy, William, was scared enough of you to admit to his crimes and go to jail without a fight. And he gave up Adler’s name. We might be able to use him if you can play on his fear of you.”
Liam liked where this was going. If he couldn’t hunt down the man from tonight, this was second-best. Nodding at his brother, he stood. “Fine. I need to check on December.” Out of respect he knew he should be asking permission to leave the meeting, but he didn’t care at this point. All he wanted was to see December. The females were right. Leaving her now would be worse in the long run. She needed to know he’d be there for her, and if he was honest, he desperately wanted to comfort her. To convince himself she was unharmed.
Sighing, Connor nodded and dismissed him.
Liam barely felt the cold night air as he crossed the ranch. A few females were out walking and he could scent some of the males out patrolling the grounds, but all he could focus on was getting to December.
She’d been unusually quiet the entire drive to the ranch and when he’d left her to take a bath, she’d barely said two words to him. He’d rather have her calling him arrogant and annoying and yelling at him instead of this subdued version of her.
He’d left Aiden guarding the house and though he couldn’t see him, he knew he was in the shadows watching and would leave once he saw Liam. Once inside, he locked the door even though he’d be able to scent anyone who entered the house. He did it because he knew it would make her feel better. Hurrying up the stairs, he followed that sweet, jasmine scent. The bedroom door was open, letting light spill out into the hallway. He could hear her moving around inside the room and when he reached the door, he froze.
Sitting on the edge of the bed wearing some kind of blue, sheer nightgown thing that barely fell to midthigh, December was smoothing lotion on one of her legs. Her damp, red hair spilled down her back and covered her face as she bent lower to rub the lotion onto her calves.
His cock hardened in an instant as he watched her. He must have made a sound, because her head jerked up.
She smiled softly as she sat up and turned to face him. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He tried not to focus on the way her nipples peaked so tightly against the silk or how the soft curve of her breasts molded perfectly against the thin material. While he wanted to run his hands all over her body, more than anything he wanted to just hold her. “How are you feeling?”
She shrugged and put the small bottle on the nightstand. “The bath helped but I’m still kind of freaked-out. That guy wanted me as a way to get to you and it was so obvious he saw nothing wrong with what he was doing. I still don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling, but I guess I’m just pissed he was there in the first place and that I didn’t react better. I should have fought him.” Breaking his gaze, she stared at the gold duvet and traced over the intricate design with her fingertip.
He hated the fear and loathing he heard in her voice, but was thankful she was talking again. It was the most she’d said since they’d left her house. Careful to keep his movements slow, he walked to the edge of the bed and sat next to her. Even though he knew touching her would be torture, he lightly cupped her jaw until she looked at him. “There was nothing you could have done. You’re not a trained soldier and that guy had a gun.”
Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying. The sight brought up a new wave of anger, but he shoved it away. He needed to keep himself under control or she’d sense the change in the air.
Her wide blue eyes searched his. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
Like she even had to ask. “I’ll be right outside all night.”
Her cheeks flushed. “No. I mean…with me?”
He felt as if his heart skipped a beat. Pausing, he tried to catch his breath. He’d been waiting to hear this for what felt like forever, but never under these circumstances. “Of course,” he rasped out.
The tinge of pink covering her cheeks darkened to crimson and the wave of desire that rolled off her was unmistakable. She wanted him and he definitely wanted her, but he didn’t trust himself to be gentle. And that’s what she’d need tonight.
She wouldn’t need a randy shifter ready to rock the bed for hours. If he let himself sink deep into her, he knew that’s exactly what would happen. He cared for her too much to do that.
Forcing himself to stay immobile when all he wanted to do was jump her, he said, “Are you hungry? Do you want anything before we go to bed?”
She shook her head and scooted along the edge of the bed until their thighs touched. He could practically feel the electricity arc between them, sharp and potent. She swallowed hard, then leaned forward.
No, she did not want anything to eat. Except maybe him. December knew that taking this next step would come back to bite her in the ass later, but she didn’t care. She desperately wanted to feel all Liam’s warmth and strength covering her. After the day she’d had, she wasn’t afraid to admit she needed him. Wanted to feel him push deep into her and bring her such exquisite pleasure she could forget all the craziness going on around her.
So there was no mistaking what she wanted, she reached over and held on to his shoulders, then straddled him. As her knees sank into the soft bed, his rigid cock pressed against her.
Liam’s dark eyes widened as he froze, making her wonder if she’d made a mistake. “What are you doing?”
“You really need me to explain it?” Lifting up slightly, she rubbed herself over his hard length. Teasing him like this was wildly erotic. And being on top of him gave her a welcome sense of control.
For a brief moment, his eyes glazed over. He fisted her hips and before she could react, he flipped her onto her back and pinned her against the bed. She should have known he wouldn’t let her be on top very long. Maybe that should have annoyed her, but the feel of his firm, muscular body on hers gave her an unexpected sense of safety. Which was a little ridiculous considering he was more or less the big bad wolf in the flesh.
The silky duvet was soft and soothing against her exposed skin, but the heat in his dark eyes was enough to scorch her. Spreading her thighs wider, she let him sink against her. Even with the small barrier of clothing between them, she could feel his heat. When she rolled her hips, his eyes flashed dangerously darker. A reminder that this man was a lethal predator. But he’d never hurt her.
He might drive her crazy, but she knew the only thing he’d ever bring her in bed was pure pleasure. Right now that’s all she wanted.
“Hold on to the headboard.” His words weren’t exactly a whisper, but he spoke so low it came out as a rumble.
Even though she wanted to thread her fingers through his dark hair and hold him close, she did as he said. Stretching her arms up, she clutched on to the vintage iron headboard. When she did, his mouth captured hers.
The urgency humming through him was unmistakable, but his kisses were slow and sensuous. His tongue rasped over hers in lazy strokes, as if he had all the time in the world. She felt as if she’d combust from the heat surging through her, and he wanted to take his time?
Frustration built inside her until his hands found their way to her outer thighs. Clutching her bare skin in a dominating grip, he paused a moment before he pushed her flimsy nightgown up. His large, callused hands slid up her hips, her waist, and the sides of her breasts until he’d pulled the gown completely off her.
She’d removed her hands from the headboard while he stripped her, only to have him guide them back. As she held on to the iron posts once again, he pushed up and stared down at her mostly naked body.
He always said how much he wanted her, but now that she was splayed out in front of him, she worried that he didn’t like what he saw. She wasn’t stick thin and definitely had her share of curves. Instinctively, she started to cover herself, but he stopped her with one word.
“Don’t.” He seared her with a hot, penetrating gaze before lowering his head over one of her breasts.
Her nipples were already hard from his intense scrutiny, but when he tugged one into his mouth, she felt the sweeping action of his tongue all the way to her toes. It was a shock to her senses, electrifying and erotic.
As he kissed a moist path around her nipple, then made his way to the underside of her breast, she tore her hands from the headboard. She didn’t care what he said. She wanted to touch him. To feel all that masculine power under her fingertips.
Tunneling her fingers into his dark hair, she held his head as he continued his delicious assault. So intent on what he was doing, he didn’t seem to notice. Continuing the trail with her hands, she rubbed them down his back, savoring all that raw strength.
Unable to stop herself, she wrapped her legs around his waist and began rubbing herself against him. His jeans and her underwear weren’t much of an obstruction. His cock pressed so insistently against her, all she could imagine was what it would feel like to have him slide into her. Everything about him was big and she had no doubt he’d be no different down there. Her inner walls clenched involuntarily.
Liam lifted his head, causing her eyes to open. In a daze, she stared at him. Why was he stopping? He was so talented with his tongue she thought she might actually climax from his teasing alone. Her entire body was that primed for release.
“You are so fucking perfect, woman.” His voice was gravelly and rough and the words turned her on more than she could have imagined.
She wasn’t sure how to respond. If there even was a response. The intense look on his face took her breath away, making speech or coherent thought impossible.
“I want to kiss you here.” He reached between them and cupped her mound. The feel of his large hand covering her made her abdomen clench and sent a shiver of desire curling through her.
Knowing how dominating he was, she was touched he’d asked first. “I want that too.”
And she did. Very much.
Smiling, he dropped a lazy kiss on her mouth before he pushed off her. In doing so, she loosened her grip around him and let her thighs fall open.
As he leaned back, he grasped the thin straps of her bikini-cut panties and pulled them down her legs in a quick, almost jerky motion. His hands shook slightly and something told her that was a rare thing for him.
Spread out like this for Liam, December looked like a gift one of his ancestors might have offered to their gods. But she was his alone. Even though his most primal side wanted to flip her onto her stomach, take her from behind, and mark her so that everyone would know she belonged to him, he held fast to his control.
His body ached with the need to sink into her, but he cared for her too much to take her so roughly. Especially now. Not after what she’d been through tonight. She deserved gentleness and care. Her desire was potent and damn near overwhelming, but he sensed how fragile she was and he just wanted to take care of her.
When he stared at her like this, it was hard to breathe. A thin strip of trimmed, light red hair covered her mound. The arousing scent she gave off was something that would forever be embedded in his memory.
When she went to cover herself, he realized he’d been staring too hard. He’d finally gotten her where he wanted her and he refused to screw this up. As gentle as he could, he placed his hands on her inner thighs and lightly pressed them open farther. Bending down, he swiped his tongue along her wet slit in one fluid motion. She tasted just as sweet as she smelled.
Her hips jerked erratically at his first lick, but he didn’t stop. Increasing the pressure, he continued teasing her until her thighs clamped around his head and she fisted the sheet beneath her. She was so close he could scent it. Even if he couldn’t, the panting sounds and moans she made got louder with each stroke. And it was written in every tense line of her body.
With one finger, he slowly inserted it into her tight sheath. She was so wet he couldn’t help the satisfaction that curled through him. This reaction was because of him. She was turned on because of him. She might want to deny their connection, but her body couldn’t.
Slowly, he pulled out, then pushed back in with another finger. When he did, her inner walls clamped around him. He could feel the small contractions starting the faster he moved his fingers, so he increased his pace.
The moans that tore from her throat were in unison with each unsteady roll of her hips. His balls pulled up so tight at those sounds he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
Finally, her back arched as the orgasm ripped through her. Clutching the sheet beneath her, she moaned and writhed as she found that release. His name fell from her lips as her body finally stilled against the bed. Her erratic breathing and the blood rushing in his ears were the only things he could hear.
Looking up, he found her staring at him with wide, blue eyes and a faint smile on her lips. “Wow,” she murmured.
If he could put that look of satisfaction on her face every day, she’d never want to leave his bed. Or him. Smiling, he covered the distance between them and stretched out on top of her. He’d never been great with words, but especially not in the bedroom. His partners had all been shifters and talking wasn’t usually on the menu.
When she wrapped her arms and legs around him and molded to him, he relaxed. This was exactly where he’d wanted her and now that he had her naked and underneath him, he couldn’t imagine letting her walk away from him. Something tightened around his chest when she increased her grip. After what she’d been through tonight, she trusted him enough with her body to completely open herself to him. Considering the invisible walls she’d been putting up for him, this act of submission touched him on a level he didn’t quite understand.
When she started to tug at his shirt, he tensed. Reaching between them, he covered her hands, stilling her.
“What are you doing?” She frowned at him.
“If I take off my clothes, I’ll forget all my good intentions.” It was hard to remember why he was being so noble when she had her hot, naked body wrapped around his.
Withdrawing her hands from his, she smoothed them up and down his back. The action was surprisingly soothing. “And what good intentions would those be?”
“Not to take advantage of you,” he managed to rasp out.
She smiled seductively. “I don’t think it’s taking advantage when I’m offering myself.”
Liam knew he could strip and be inside her in seconds.
But he held back. When they finally took that next step, he didn’t plan to let her go. He’d mark and claim her then. He wouldn’t risk her throwing it back in his face later that this was a mistake or that she regretted it. That she’d been weak or needy or some excuse. When they took that step, he wanted it to mean something to both of them. No doubts and no barriers between them.
He placed a light kiss on her lips, then pulled the covers back and slid in next to her. “I want tonight to be only about you,” he murmured against her hair as he pulled her back against his chest. She tried to protest, but he just tugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head as she settled against the pillow. “Tell me something about yourself.” He kept his voice a low whisper and his grip around her firm.
“Like what?” Her question was asked just as quietly.
“Anything. Something I don’t know.” He didn’t care what she told him as long as he learned more about her.
She paused for only a moment. “When I was about five, a German shepherd adopted me.”
His eyebrows drew together at her statement. “Adopted you?”
“Mm-hmm. Before my parents died, we lived in a giant house in South Carolina. Lots of land. Easy to get lost on. Parker was supposed to be watching me, but I was a handful and managed to escape his watchful eyes. Long story short, I got lost and was close to hysterics until I stumbled on an adorable puppy who I thought was just as lost as me.”
“So he adopted you?”
“Pretty much. He decided I was his owner and led me home. My mom wasn’t an animal person, but there was no way she could deny me or his cute little face.”
Liam could feel her smile against the pillow. Hell, he could practically feel her entire body smile as she spoke. “What was his name?”
She chuckled, the sound low and husky and sexy as hell. “Bubblegum. Parker tried to tell me it was a dumb name for a dog, but I was five and that was that. No one could change my mind. I haven’t thought about him in years.” There was a wistful note in her voice before she continued. “What about you? Did you ever have any pets?”
He couldn’t help it. A sharp bark of laughter escaped. “Sweetheart, wolves don’t have pets.”
“Oh, right…smart-ass.” She nudged his leg with her foot as she snuggled deeper against him.
“Get some sleep, Red.” He kissed her head again.
She didn’t try to fight him and minutes later the sound of her steady, rhythmic breathing filled the air.
Rock-hard and sexually primed, he knew it would be impossible to sleep anytime soon, but holding December this way was worth it. As she snuggled closer into his embrace, a light movement by the window made him tense. A black raven landed on the ledge. Pausing, it stared at him for a moment, then just as quickly flew away.
A trickle of unease curled through him like scorching, slow-moving lava at the odd sight. It was said that the goddess Morrigan took the shape of a raven when she visited her warriors. In that form she supposedly revealed that death was close. Neither he nor his brother believed in or followed her, but his parents had. They’d been devout worshipers of the goddess they’d believed had created them.
He cursed his sudden unease. He wasn’t some impressionable cub. Worrying about the bird’s appearance was stupid and he wasn’t sure why it bothered him. Death had surrounded him his entire life. Something he’d never thought about until he met December. Now that he had someone to protect, things had changed. So had his priorities.
Shoving the ludicrous thoughts aside, he tightened his grip on her and closed his eyes. He’d rather focus on December’s soft curves and delectable body than some bullshit mythological sign.