Beckoned (The Brazil Werewolf Series) (15 page)

“And that is how Marc’s and the rest of your siblings spouses were chosen?” I asked, frowning.

“Marc‘s spouse was but the rest were not,” he said, smiling sadly, “My parents weren’t the only ones attacked by the werewolf that infected them. They’ve found others like them with children.”

I frowned as I shook my head, “Still, it’s sad to be chosen this way.”

“It is,” he said and then, swept my bangs from my forehead, “But I see that it is the right way. Even if a human accepted what we are, there is a chance that we could hurt them and we don‘t want that.”

“I don’t think that you agreed with the arranged marriage the first day I met you,” I said, frowning as I remembered his anger.

“Neither did you,” he said, grinning.

I laughed and then, grinned, “You’re right, but I’m okay now.”

His lips lifted in a lopsided grin and my heart began to pound. I shifted uneasily and yawned.

“Are you tired?” He asked, frowning.

“I’m sorry,” I said, stifling another yawn.

“Don’t be,” he said, looking at the bed, “How about this…you rest and I’ll get us something to eat from the diner next door?”

I nodded my head, absently. He peeled back the covers and led me to the bed where he tucked me in and kissed my forehead. My heart squeezed again. He was being incredibly sweet.

“Don’t open the door for anyone,” he said, softly, “I have a key.”

I nodded my head as he opened the door, looking back at me one more time before turning off the light and stepping through and closing the door behind him. I yawned again, closing my eyes and slept.

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I awoke slowly into a completely silent and completely dark room. I blinked as I looked around me, sitting up as I did. A warning whispered through me as I clasped the blanket to my chest and listened but heard nothing with the exception of my too quick, too loud breathing. I swallowed wondering how long I had been asleep. Surely, Andre would have woken me if I had slept too long. I blinked, concerned

Andre…Where was he?

There was no sign of him but still…

“Andre,” I said into the empty room and frowned when there was no answer, confirming that he was not there. I glanced at my watch and frowned again. I had been asleep for at least fourty five minutes. He should have been back long before I had a chance to waken. I swallowed as my mind conjured horrible pictures of what could have happened, pushing them back as they came. I couldn’t panic. I had to stay calm.

I straightend and rose, grabbing the key card from the dresser and walked to the door, only hesitating for a moment before walking out, knowing that I had to find Andre. I had to know that he was okay.

As soon as the door closed behind me a warning prickle of fear shot up my spine. I looked around me before walking forward, cautiously in the direction of the diner. I trembled as I walked into the parking lot, knowing that I could very well be walking into a trap set by my father. I shook my head of the possibility and continued through the parking lot.

I stiffened about halfway to the diner. I had heard…something. A feminine moan reached my ears, confirming the sound and I turned.

My mouth dropped open in shock as I seen Andre holding a female at arm’s length. My heart clenched as I watched him wipe away the red lipstick on his lips. He had been kissing her. I could feel my breath catch as the woman turned and I seen her identity, gripping my heart again in an unforgiving fist…Katie Ward…His ex-girlfriend.

I forced myself to breathe as I fought tears, blinking them back as they both turned to look into my shocked face. I shook my head and took one shuddering breath.

“I-I’m sorry,” I whispered, and turned, hoping that Andre had not seen the hurt on my face.

“Aurora,” he said, sounding nearly panicked but I walked away pretending that I had not heard him…pretending that seeing him with his ex-girlfriend did not destroy me.

My heart clenched as I quickened my steps, forcing myself not to run as I walked toward the hotel room. I felt my world crumble, knowing there was only one reason for that to happen. I loved him. I nearly laughed at the irony.
Why did I have to find that out now?

I finally reached the door putting the key shakily into the electronic lock and turned the knob before taking the card out. I took a step in before I felt his presence behind me.

“Aurora,” he said, warily. It was almost as if he were searching for something.

I took a deep breath as I paused in the doorway, knowing that I couldn’t stay there forever. I straightened and walked further into the room still not facing him…Still not acknowledging that he had called my name. My heart clenched again causing a hard metallic lump to form in my throat. Thankfully, I was still able to fight the tears back as I heard the click of the door as it closed.

“Aurora, what you seen-”

I turned to him with my chin raised, stopping him from explaining with a raise of my hand in front of my face, “It’s not my business.”

He frowned, looking angry, “You’re my wife,” he said firmly, struggling to keep his voice low, “Of course, it’s your business.”

“I’m only your wife by force,” I said, swallowing as I thought of the kiss I had just witnessed.
Why couldn’t he kiss me that way?

I blinked in surprise as he walked to me standing so close that we nearly touched, “I think we both know that it’s not forced anymore.”

His voice was hoarse, causing my heart to jump wildly in my chest, “You are only thinking that way because of the pheromones.”

“No,” he said, firmly, “I’m not.”

I looked up into his eyes, narrowing mine and allowing the anger to show on my face, “I am pretty sure that you were just kissing Katie.”

His nostrils flared as anger flashed in his eyes, “She kissed me,” he said, firmly.

I frowned, shaking my head, “And you kissed her back.” He opened his mouth to protest but I stopped him with my next words, “I seen it, Andre. You were kissing her.”

He shook his head, “You seen me wiping lipstick off my mouth,” he said and then, stared at me for a long moment. The anger slowly dissipated and a crooked grin crossed his face causing my heart to skip a beat, “Are you jealous?”

My eyes narrowed, angry that he seemed so pleased, “No.”

“Really,” he said, leaning closer. His mouth hovered just a hairs breadth from mine, “I think you are.”

His breath fanned across my face, causing me to inhale sharply. I leaned back but he reached forward grasping my shoulders and pulling me back, “Oh no you don’t,” he said, sharply, “You’re not running from me.”

My lips parted as fear laced through me…Fear that he would hurt me…fear that he truly did not want me…that this was because of the pheromones. I bit my lip and he tensed.

“You only want me because of the pheromones,” I whispered, again sure that was the reason for his actions, “You really want
Katie,”
I said, spitting out her name. His brow quirked up and his lips twitched.

“I didn’t kiss her back and I don’t want her,” he said, shocking me when he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. His hardness pressed into my stomach and I gasped, “I want you.”

I opened my mouth to protest but one of his hands rose grasping my hair, forcing me into a bruising kiss. I gasped again in surprise and his tongue took advantage and plundered into my mouth, touching my tongue with his. I groaned, feeling the beast within take hold and fighting it. I couldn’t let him do this if he didn’t truly want me. He would hate me in the morning.

Andre stopped kissing me and pleaded, “Aurora, kiss me back…please.”

Something in that plea broke me and I melded my lips with his becoming more frenzied as he backed me toward the bed.

A fissure of fear worked it’s way up my spine as the back of my knees hit the mattress. He pulled back again, panting with need. His eyes were hooded and pained…so pained that I could not deny him again and I knew that he would not deny me.

Slowly, I grasped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up exposing his beautifully muscled chest and abs. He bent forward helping me to finally pull his shirt off. He didn’t say a word as I traced my fingertips over his stomach and over his nearly hairless chest. He only looked down at me with his eyes burning into mine. I broke his gaze and looked at his chest, licking my lips. He gasped again when I kissed him over his heart, feeling it beating quickly beneath my lips.

“Aurora, are you sure?” he asked, sounding frightened and desperate. I looked up at him finding him so tense that I could not deny him. I bit my bottom lip and nodded, mutely.

His eyes caught fire again as he leaned forward, kissing me with even more passion. Slowly, his hands reached between us and began to unbutton my shirt. When done, he rose his hands to the collar and pushed it slowly back exposing my shoulders and allowing the garmet to fall down my arms and pool around me on the floor. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “You are beautiful, Aurora…so beautiful. I can’t seem to shake you from my mind…the image of you…your smell…Everything.”

I gasped as he leaned forward and began to trail his tongue along the cords in my neck before whispering again, “You have no idea what you make me feel,” he said, lifting me quickly in his strong arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he meshed his lips with mine once again. A tremble shook me as he pulled back and laid me gently on the mattress.

He laid down beside me, looking down into my face. He seemed so vulnerable and afraid that I felt my heart melt.

“Are you frightened,” He asked, reaching forward and caressing my cheek so softly that his fingers only whispered over my skin.

I took a deep breath and swallowed hard, “Yes,” I breathed, feeling my heart begin to hammer in my chest. His eyes looked troubled as I continued, “But I trust you.”

Something in his eyes broke, “I won’t hurt you,” he said, softly, “I swear to you, I won’t.”

I nodded as he leaned forward and kissed me gently, moving his lips over mine until I trembled. I breathed in and his kiss deepened as his hands traveled down my sides, causing me to arch up into him. His mouth stretched into a pleased grin as his hand rose up my torso and between my back and the bed. In one fluid movement, he had unfastened my bra.

I gasped again as he pulled the straps down my arms, releasing me from it and threw it into the floor. He leaned up and looked at me. For a moment, I had the urge to cover myself but his eyes widened and heat slammed into them. I froze as he looked down at me.

“Beautiful,” he breathed as if unable to say more and kissed me again.

His hand moved slowly up to my breast and covered it, kneading softly as his breathing quickened.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered against my lips as he continued to kiss me and slowly, massaged my breast causing my stomach to flip pleasantly. The pleasure heightened as he pulled gently on one rigid peak and rolled it between his fingers. I gasped as desire shot through me and pooled into my stomach.

I arched again, rubbing the heart of me into his hardness. He hissed in a breath as he kissed along my jaw and down my neck, allowing his teeth to scrape against the tender flesh there. I trembled as he came to a stop at my breast. Slowly, he pulled the tip into his mouth, allowing his teeth to scrape over the nipple.

A moan burst through my lips as wetness pooled between my legs. His hand reached forward and grasped the other breast and tugged on the nipple, causing me to moan and arch my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth.

He continued to nip and nibble as he stroked down my stomach to my zipper. The button snapped open a moment later. I tensed as his finger traced the band of my panties. The pleasure heightened and I moaned again.

Slowly, his hand slipped inside and began to trace the folds of my sex. A tremble shook me as his name burst from my lips. Heat coarsed through my body as I moved against him again. He breathed in through his teeth, causing me to move again. I looked into his eyes and I knew that I needed him before I caught fire and burst into flames. I groaned allowing myself to grip his hair, causing him to gasp. I pulled his face back to mine and kissed him with such abandon that he growled into my mouth.

“Aurora,” he said, breathlessly as my hands released his hair, moving one down his stomach to his zipper and the other down his back. I arched again as his fingers found my entrace and one entered probing further and further into me. I shook violently, wanting him inside me…moving against me. I jerked on the opening to his jeans, popping the button and jerking the zipper opened. His hardness pressed into me, and I ground myself against his hand, causing him to growl into my mouth again.

I glided my hands beneath his jeans and his boxers and gripped him hard moving my hand against the silky hardness of him. A primal growl burst from him as he arched his hips thrusting himself into my hand again and again. He leaned his head back and called out my name with such ferocity that I pulled back thinking that I had hurt him.

“Touch me, Aurora,” he whispered agonized. Sweat dripped from his forehead, “Please touch me…I’ve wanted you for so long.”

I gripped him again and his fingers began their assault again, finding the little bundle of nerves at the heart of me, causing me to thrash against him. A lance of pleasure shot through me as he circled my clitorous and I instinctively moved my hand as I encircled him, matching his rhythm.

I began to tremble as a strange tension built and I screamed as my release came. My mouth opened in shock as I pulled ragged breaths through my lungs, allowing the waves of pleasure to take me. I had not thought that it would be this good…this exquisite.

A moment later he rose pulling off my shoes and socks and then, ripping my jeans and panties from me. I watched as he pulled down his pants and toed off his boots and socks before stepping out of them. My breath caught as I looked at him, devouring his beautiful body with my eyes before settling on that part of him that would join us forever.

His eyes heated as he climbed up my body, kissing me until he came to my lips.