17. Voss

17

VOSS

Now.

I snaked my way through the crowd as the rays of the setting sun framed the outline of my mate. It was as if the world offered her to me on a little silver platter for my taking, and I wasn’t holding back a second longer. I stayed for the opening. I waited for the children to sing. I even helped the men to get the goddamn buck on the spit, for crying out loud.

Now, I wanted my fucking prize.

She looked delectable in that little dress of hers. The spaghetti straps accented her broad shoulders while the fabric that swirled with oranges and reds and blacks draped across her strong curves. I weaved my way through the crowd. I held her sparkling yellow gaze as I made my way for her. The petals of the flowers in her hair blew away in the breeze, and some of them had gotten stuck within the tendrils of her hair.

She looked like an angel from heaven sent just for me.

And I was the demon about to ruin her with my filth.

“Bexley,” I said as I stood above her, towering, with my hands clasped behind my back.

I always had to stand with them behind my back when I was around her. It was the only way I knew to control them.

“Voss,” she said as she smiled up at me. “You look the same as ever tonight.”

I licked my lips. “You don’t.”

“A good don’t?”

I drew in a deep breath. “A great don’t, darling.”

She swallowed hard before that tongue of hers darted out to lick her lower lip. Fucking hell, she was a walking tease.

“Walk with me,” I said as I started across the meadow.

She was almost too eager to fall in stride with me, and fucking hell, it tugged at my dick.

“So,” she said breathlessly.

“So,” I said matter-of-factly.

“How’s your day been?”

I grinned at her attempt to make small talk. “Good. And yours, darling?”

She giggled softly. “Darling? Is that what you’re going to call me now?”

“Unless you’d rather me call you something else.”

She shook her head. “No, no. Darling’s fine.”

We walked in silence a bit longer, and it wasn’t until we approached the steps leading up to my front porch that she spoke again.

“As Alphas of the packs, should we stay longer?” I asked.

I mean, the sun hadn’t even set yet. Maybe we needed to hang around a little while longer.

“Actually, in our pack, the Alpha gets solstice celebrations off.”

She paused. “Wait, really?”

I nodded. “Yes, really. It’s why my father loved the solstice celebrations so much.”

She smiled softly. “So he could spend time with his family?”

“No, so he could get drunk and be an asshole.”

Her smile faltered. “Voss, I’m so sorry.”

I studied her face. “It’s nothing to be sorry about. He’s dead. What’s done is done.”

“Voss…”

God, I hated how sweetly she said my name. It made me so fucking weak in my gut. “Yes, darling?”

She reached up and cupped my cheek. Her stare held mine. “I’m sorry.”

I nuzzled into her palm a bit. “Me, too.”

I pulled away from her hand and held out mine toward the porch steps. “After you.”

When she started up the steps, I don’t know what overcame me. But, I offered her my hand. Yeah, my hand. Like a goddamn pussy-whipped little boy. She giggled as she took it, leaning against me slightly as she made her way up the steps. And as I bounded to the porch, she kept her hand slipped in mine as she opened my front door, making her way inside, as if she lived there. It looked good on her, watching her walk into my house without permission. It looked so good, in fact, that the instant I followed behind her, I kicked the door closed.

Before whipping her around and pinning her to the door.

“Voss,” Bexley said breathlessly.

I wrapped my hand around her neck. “You look delectable in that dress, darling.”

She swallowed hard as I ran my thumb along her quivering lower lip.

“Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh,” I shushed softly, closing the distance between our bodies. Bexley’s eyes were wide and her body shivered as my chest fell to hers.

“Voss,” she whispered. “You’re choking me.”

I squeezed a bit tighter. My stare never left hers. “Does that frighten you?”

She nodded her head quickly. I leaned my face toward hers a bit more. “Do I frighten you?”

Her wide, fearful gaze searched mine before she shook her head. I dragged my thumb down her lower lip, watching it bounce for me. I pressed my knee between her thighs. I pushed her back up the door, raising her up from the floor as her legs dangled haphazardly over either side of my leg. I slid my hand away from her neck, watching as she drew in a shaky breath.

Then my hand returned.

“Voss, Voss, Voss,” she said breathlessly.

“Relax, darling,” I cooed softly as my lips found the shell of her ear. “I’m not your enemy.”

She shivered against me. “I just don’t—the sensation, it’s—Dom’s a bit more?—”

I slid the tip of my nose along the shell of her ear. “A bit more what… darling?”

She swallowed, and I released her neck long enough for it to go down before I tightened my grasp once more. Feeling her wiggle against me stiffened my dick. Hearing her whimper and beg shot electricity through my veins. And as my lips pressed open-mouthed kisses along her jawline, I felt her pulse point beating wildly against my hand.

“Oh,” she moaned softly.

I felt her relax against me and I smiled. “There we go. I knew you could do it, darling.”

She sighed heavily. “I’m sorry. I just… panicked.”

I pressed a kiss along her bare shoulder. “What else are you afraid of?”

“What?”

My gaze snapped back to hers. “Choking when it’s too tight is one thing. What else are you afraid of?”

She swallowed hard. “Showers.”

“Showers?”

She nodded. “Showers. It’s why I like the fact that you guys let me use the bath house. I hate the sensation of water running over my head for too long.”

Anger shivered my gut. “Anything else, darling?”

She shook her head softly. “Not that I can think of.”

I growled as a smirk spread across my face. “Good. Because you’re coming with me.”

“Ah! Voss!”

I flipped her over my shoulder effortlessly and slapped her wiggling ass. She yelped as her sandals fell away from her feet while she flailed around on me. A devilish smile worked its way across my face as Bexley giggled with delight. She bounced on my shoulder as I made my way upstairs, heading straight for my bedroom. I dreamed about this moment ever since I grew into my shifterhood. Ever since I realized my fate with this pack, I’d been waiting for my mate. Scanning the horizon for any sign of her.

And now that I had her, I knew exactly how I wanted to take her.

“You ready to be my little cum dumpster, darling?” I asked as I tossed her to my bed.

“Whoo!” she exclaimed as her curves bounced for my viewing pleasure.

“I said,” I snarled, grabbing her ankles. She continued yelping playfully as I dragged her to the edge of my bed, “are you ready to be my good little cum dumpster?”

Her cheeks flushed with red as the smell of her womanhood wafted from between her legs.

“Your body says yes,” I growled as I reached beneath her dress.

What I wanted to do was rip her goddamn panties off.

But what I found instead were dripping wet lips ready for the taking.

“So naughty for me, darling,” I growled as I knelt on the edge of the bed. The girth of my own legs pried hers apart as I knelt down onto the edge of the bed. I hovered over her, my fingers exploring her wetness as her eyes fluttered closed. I cloaked her in my shadow as her entrance pulsed for me, as if wanting to suck me in and never let go.

“Tell me what you want,” I glowered, sliding my finger up and down her slit.

“Voss, please,” she whimpered.

“Please…what?” I asked as I circled her clit softly.

“Oh, shit,” she hissed.

I cupped her pussy. “Say it. Open your eyes and tell me you want me.”

She barely fluttered her gaze open before the breathless words fell from her mouth. “I want to know what it feels like to be full with you.”

In one fell swoop, I sank a finger into her warmth. She arched her back, groaning and whimpering as her hips rolled. Her juices dripped into my palm. I shoved her dress up with my rough palms, taking in the way her muscles flexed as she bucked herself ravenously against me. Her walls clamped down. Her clit swelled right before my very eyes. Her arousal coated me, slicking my finger, and I slipped another one in before her hips came clear off the bed.

“Voss!”

I growled as I dipped down and sniffed her deeply. “Fucking hell, darling, you smell divine.”

I couldn’t help myself. I dove between her legs, connecting my tongue with her clit. She whimpered and moaned as the cacophony of the party outside grew, swallowing her sounds and keeping them just for us. I pumped my fingers full of her juices as she writhed for me. Her hands flew to my hair, raking along my scalp as I devoured her. I felt her fluids dripping down my chin. She cradled my cheeks with her delectable thighs. And as her back arched, I felt her pussy collapse around my fingers.

Before her clit finally bulged from its hood.

“There it is,” I grumbled against her pussy before I sucked her clit between my mouth.

“Voss,” she choked out. “Yes.”

She unraveled for me, shivering and shaking as her juices poured onto my bed. I’d never wash my fucking sheets again, if I had anything to do with it. Her scent was outstanding. Better than anything I could have concocted in my wildest dreams. I lapped her up, licking her off my fingers and sucking on her pussy lips until all traces she provided for me was gone.

“I knew you could do it,” I said as I kissed her quivering thighs.

“Oh, Voss,” she whispered as her hands untangled themselves from my hair.

“Now,” I said, slipping off the edge of the bed and touching back down onto the floor, “on all fours.”

“Huh?” she asked breathlessly.

I toed off my boots and ripped my shirt over my head. “On all fours. One.”

“What?”

“Two,” I said as I unbuckled my jeans.

“Voss, just gimme a?—”

“Three,” I growled.

The way she rolled over and stuck that ass in the air for me made my cock leak to the floor then and there. Precum dribbled from its tip, leaving a wet spot on the floor as I stepped out of all my clothes. I walked over to her presented pussy and I dipped down. I gave it a nice lick, relishing the way she shivered as she pressed her ass against my face. I chuckled into that little crack of hers, listening to the way she moaned.

And fucking hell, I couldn’t help myself.

“Come here,” I growled as I spread her cheeks apart.

“Voss, what are y—oh my God!” she cried out.

I slipped a finger back into her entrance while my tongue rimmed around her other puckered hole. She bucked against me, clapping those sweet ass cheeks of hers against my face. I wrapped my free arm beneath her and hoisted her against me. I buried my face in her, memorizing every taste and every scent. I wanted all of her. I wanted to explore every crevice and every peak and every valley until she begged me to stop.

“Voss, holy fuck. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. What are—what is—I don’t?—”

I smiled against her asshole. “You can do it, darling. I know you can. Give ol’ Voss another one, just for fun. Yeah?”

“Oooooh, my Gooooood,” she whimpered out.

The instant her body collapsed, I slipped my tongue inside of that virginal hole of hers. The unearthly sounds she droned out into my mattress made my cock leak, and I felt it slicking my thighs. She leaked into my palm with her second orgasm, bucking against my face and completely unraveling for me.

And when her stomach collapsed to the bed, I hoisted her hips up with my bare hands and lined myself up with her entrance.

“Hang on,” I grunted as I held her hips in the palms of my hands.

“Voss, please,” she breathlessly begged.

I knew I’d never be able to resist her, either. I sank deeply into her body. In one swift thrust, our hips seated together. Her body shivered as she clawed against my bed, fighting the intrusion. I felt her pussy stretching around me, aching and clamping down as she tried to get away.

“Voss. Voss. You’re too big. You’re—I can’t—it?—”

I wrapped my hand around her neck from behind and held her cheek against the mattress. “Breathe, darling.”

Fucking hell, she was so tight around me that I damn near blew my load then and there.

“Voss,” she whimpered.

“Shhh, sh, sh, sh, sh,” I hushed softly as I ran my free hand up her spine. The goosebumps that fled across her skin mesmerized me. It was as if she reacted to every part of my touch. Every part of my body. Just like a good mate should. I slowly withdrew myself until nothing but the tip filled her inside, then immediately I inched back in.

“Vooooooss,” she groaned.

“Relax, darling,” I encouraged as I continued massaging her back, “let that pussy stretch for me.”

“Jesus,” she whimpered, wiggling her hips.

“That’s it,” I growled as I slowly moved, “just let your body do what it does best.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” she hissed, slowly grinding her ass back against me.

“There we go,” I said as I released her neck and buried myself within her. “I knew you could do it.”

“Voss,” she said breathlessly. “Jesus Christ.”

I grinned wickedly as I grasped her hips, pulling myself completely out, and slammed back into her.

“Voss!” she exclaimed.

I did it again, and it made my goddamn toes curl. “Fucking hell, Bexley. You’ll be full of me all night at this rate.”

With every thrust of my body against hers, I made a vow to myself. I promised that I’d never let her out of my sight. Not for a second. Bexley was mine. She belonged to me. She belonged to my pack. And nothing, absolutely nothing, would harm her so long as I was around. Her scent dragged me under. The tightness of her body shrouded me in darkness. The beast inside of me came pouring forth, until the sound of my headboard banging against the wall snapped me out of it.

I heard Bexley crying out as she unraveled.

“Voss! Yes! Oh, good God!”

“That’s it,” I growled as the sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin dawned upon me. “Milk that dick. Show me how much you want it.”

“I want it. I want it. I want it. Voss. Please. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

I pulled out and flipped her over before I tossed her legs over my shoulders. I didn’t give a damn that she was still in her dress. I didn’t give a fuck that I destroyed her little flower crown. All I cared about was the lustful gaze in her eye as her body begged me for more.

I wasted no time seating myself back against her as I drove into her body.

“Voss. Voss. Voss. Voss.”

She chanted my name like a goddamn prayer with every thrust I took. Her arousal dripped down my balls, coating them as they slapped against her ass. I folded her in half and watched her like a hawk. I enjoyed the way pleasure swept over her face. I loved the way her skin flushed every time she was on the verge of unraveling. Her body bucked. Her tits spilled out of the top of the dress. She looked like a fucking mess, just for me, and I committed the entire scene to memory.

“Mine,” I growled as my hips jerked.

“Mine,” she whimpered as her back arched. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“Never,” I grunted, pounding against hers. I heard the headboard digging holes into the fucking plaster. “I’ll never stop. Ever.”

Then she snapped. “Voss! Yes!”

Her hands clawed down my arms, leaving streaks behind on my skin. I stuffed her full, feeling my cock pulse and my balls pull in as my hands fell to either side of her head. She raised herself against me, as if she couldn’t get enough, and her hands raked up my arm and toward my back. I shivered as her fingernails dug into me. Her orgasm rocked her, forcing her nails to slide down my muscles.

I couldn’t wait to see the marks in the morning.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped as she collapsed against my mattress.

She dragged me with her, wrapping her arms around my neck and yanking me down toward her. I was helpless against her wishes as her pussy pushed my dick out. Her sweating body held mine as I caught my breath. My muscles twitched with desire and need, ready to go all night, even as we laid there, completely spent.

“Mate,” I murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder.

She giggled softly. “Mate.”

I rolled off her body and pulled her with me until her head rested on my chest and her hair splayed across my torso.

“Hey,” Bexley said softly as a yawn dropped her jaw.

I smiled up at the ceiling as I played with her hair. “Hey.”

She slung her damp leg in between mine. “Fancy meeting you here.”

I chuckled as I peeked down at her. “Come here often?”

She snorted before she nuzzled her cheek against my chest. “Maybe I will.”

I looked back up at the ceiling. “I know you will.”

“You seem so sure of yourself.”

“You haven’t seen the best of me yet.”

She giggled. “Is that so?”

I plucked the flowers and petals out of her hair. “That, it is.”

“Well then, I look forward to it.”

My cock stiffened. “Keep talking like that and it won’t take long.”

Her giggling persisted. “I see that.”

I smirked as I flexed my pelvis. “You like seeing that?”

She snorted as she turned her head on my chest, her half-hooded gaze staring up at me. “Maybe.”

I propped a few pillows beneath my head so I could sit up and watch her.

“Hey,” I said softly.

She curled herself against me perpendicularly, just so she could look up at me. “Hey.”

Then, I saw it. A scar I thought I felt earlier around her neck, but hadn’t taken the chance to look at. It was faint, so she had it for years, clearly. But, as I reached my fingers out to trace it, she flinched.

“What made this scar?” I asked.

Her eyes twitched. “Something that happened a long time ago.”

“Not what I asked.”

“Voss, I don’t want to ruin the moment.”

I shook my head softly. “You never could.”

I continued to trace the scar despite her wincing. I didn’t want her to be fearful of my touch. I didn’t want her to fear any part of my touch anywhere on her body.

I’d kill the people who marked her without her permission.

“A garotte attack,” she said softly.

Jesus, even I knew what that was. “You survived that?”

She shrugged. “If you can get your hand in the way quickly enough, most people can.”

Then she picked up her right wrist and showed me a matching, faded scar around the topside of her wrist.

“Caught me pretty good,” she said as she lowered her hand, “but I was better.”

“Who was it?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“The attack. Who attacked you?”

She shook her head. “Does that matter?”

My hardened stare found hers. “It does to me.”

Aaah-aaah-aaah-aaah-OOOOOOOOH!

The rhythmic howl and the rushing footsteps followed screams before a light so bright outside lit up the world like it was fucking noontime. And as Bexley ripped her head up from my body, I heard Ronyn’s rhythmic howl once more.

Aaah-aaah-aaah-aaah-OOOOOOOOH!

Jesus fucking Christ, we were under attack.