Chapter 8

8

S pencer

I open my eyes and look up into a creamy blue sky. Beneath me the earth is hard and the air is bitingly cold.

Where the hell am I?

“Spencer?” I turn my head to the left and find Rhi lying beside me, long prairie grass caging us in.

Her cheeks are a little pink and she’s trying real hard to keep her eyes trained on my face. I lower my hands and cover my junk.

“What happened?” I ask.

“I spoke with the beast, and then he took me on a run.” She smiles at me. “We’re miles from the house.”

“And it’s freezing,” I say, shivering against the cold.

“Is he always this thoughtless?” she says.

“You have no fucking idea,” I say, rolling my eyes. We should stand up, and start walking back to the mansion. It’s only going to get colder. But there’s something tantalizing about lying out here with her, hidden away from everything and everyone. I wonder if he planned it that way. “What did he say to you?”

“Lots of things.” She doesn’t move. It seems she is as happy to lie here as I am.

“Like …” I prompt.

“He says you’re ashamed of what you are. That you’re ashamed of him.”

I sigh. “I’m not … ashamed.”

“Really?”

“You have no idea what it’s like to lose control, to have no memory of where you’ve been or what you’ve done. No idea if you’ve fucked up, or hurt someone or …”

“Spencer,” she says. “I understand.”

I nod. “I met another werebeast. He was locked in the cell with me. Before then, I’d never met another were outside my family. I liked him.” I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know, he made me feel better about myself even when those bastards were telling me I was nothing but scum.”

“I don’t think you should be ashamed. You’re a hell of a lot better than they are.”

“Am I?” I say, staring into her eyes.

“Well, the beast thinks you’re an idiot.”

“Fucking charming. He’s the one who’s left me in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of winter, without any clothes.”

Rhianna giggles and the sound has my stomach spinning. I’ve always liked that sound and I want to make it my mission to make her laugh as often as I can. No more tears because of me.

“It does leave you in rather a pickle. ”

“It does leave you with rather an eyeful,” I say winking at her, and letting my biceps flex.

“I’ve seen it all before, remember? In the locker room?”

“Not this up close and personal, though.”

Now she rolls her eyes. “Congratulations, you have a very beautiful body, Spencer Moreau.”

“Yours is pretty damn beautiful too, Rhianna Blackwaters.”

She snorts and I nearly screw everything up by making some pig joke. Instead, I bite my tongue.

“It is,” I say. “Your tits, your hips, your ass.” My eyes flicker all over her, soaking her up. “Oh fuck, your ass.”

Despite the cold, this conversation, her proximity, the way her eyes can’t help but flick over my body too, has my cock stiffening under my hands.

I lean a little closer. “Why do you think I refused to teach you properly?”

“Because you’re an asshole?”

“Because it gave me an excuse to put my hands all over your body.”

“Ahhh, because you’re a pervert.”

I laugh. “Guilty as fucking charged, Rhianna Blackwaters.”

She rolls over onto her stomach, kicking up her heels and snapping a piece of grass from the ground, winding it around her fingers.

“Do you …” she looks up at me through her eyelashes, “do you still want to put your hands on me?”

I glance down at my hands, and my stiff cock beneath them. “What do you think, Rhianna?”

“I think you’re not answering the question.”

With one hand still covering – pretty badly – my cock, I reach over with the other and give her ass a hard squeeze, groaning as I do. “Yes, I want to put my hands on you. On every damn inch of you.”

I glide my hand over her rump, caressing her waist and stroking up her back and her shoulder, then I cradle her jaw and, rolling towards her, I kiss her mouth.

It’s still freaking freezing, I can’t feel my toes and my balls are aching, but I can feel her lips, soft and warm and hungry.

I slide my hand back down her body as I kiss her mouth, sucking on her lips and her tongue, until I reach her ass. I squeeze it again, then give it a little slap, something that has her moaning into my mouth. My cock twitches beneath my hand.

“Such a nice ass,” I whisper.

If she were any other girl, I’d already be pulling her towards me, grinding my cock against her, and stripping off her clothes.

But I fucked things up with Rhianna and I know I have to go slow. Besides which, I want to. I want to savor the moment. This girl has four other men fighting for her attention and I want to bask in being with her while I can.

I massage her butt, squeezing first one cheek between my fingers and then the other. She’s wearing yoga pants, the material is slippery, stretchy and thin and it means I can caress her better. I slip my palm right over her ass and in between her legs, stroking along the seam of the pants with my fingertips, feeling the plump lips of her pussy beneath.

She moans again and bites my bottom lip and I give her ass another playful spank.

Then I do it again stroking between her legs, giving her a little friction, before I withdraw my hand and pet her ass. Soon her breath changes. Less mellow, more needy and I wonder if I could get her off this way, make her come .

“You need to put your fingers in her pussy. That’s what she really likes.”

I jump about a mile off the ground and beside me Rhi does the same.

Then I snatch up to sit and find Renzo Barone sitting in the grass just beyond our feet, chewing a blade of grass.

“What the fuck?” I say. “How long have you been there?” He winks at me. “You’ve just been sitting there watching us make out?”

He spits the blade of grass onto the ground. “It’s funny, I’ve never been one of those dudes who likes watching girls with other dudes … or other girls,” he adds. “Never got off on porn. It’s fucking dull. But,” his eyes seem to light up, “the idea of watching her with one of you. Of watching you make her fall apart, of watching you fuck her …” He shudders.

“So why the hell did you just interrupt us?” I growl as Rhi rolls up to sit as well, the three of us now sitting in a circle in the grass together like we’re at playgroup.

“It was getting boring. You were taking too long. You needed to stuff your fingers inside her pussy and make her come. That’s the best fucking bit.”

“I was taking my time,” I say through gritted teeth, very tempted to crash my fist against this dude’s face.

“I am here, you know,” Rhi says with irritation.

“Yeah, you are,” Barone says, grinning at her, his eyes dark with lust. “Wanna lie back down and let him finger you while I watch, little rabbit?”

Her eyes flick from me to him and back again. Then she flips forward onto her knees and shuffles towards me in the grass. She rests her hand against my cheek and then kisses me. A long deep, slow kiss. I reach for her, to drag her right up against me, already forgetting we have company, but she shuffles away from me and towards him, and by the time my eyes are open again, she’s kissing him, that same slow deep kiss.

He does the exact same thing I did, attempting to hook his arm around her waist and drag her to him. But she’s up on her feet and brushing off dirt from her backside.

“Come on,” she says. “It’s freezing out here, and I didn’t go to all that effort to save you, Spencer Moreau, just so you could go and die of hypothermia.”

She begins to walk in the direction of the mansion.

I glare at the assassin and he winks again.

“Never mind. Next time,” he says, jumping up and I stumble up too, following after my mate as I shiver against the cold, clutching my disappointed cock.