Mated (2 page)

The woman knew what the consequences were when she left Raythe for Damiel and when she killed the fucker.

Must turn her in.

Raythe kept repeating it like a mantra as he neared home.

He parked half a mile away in case a human came with her, left the truck and removed his clothing.  He shifted to wolf and blended into the foliage.

The lights were out and to all outward appearances his house was empty.  Raythe sniffed the air and trotted around to the back. Although his house was not near any human dwellings, he always took care not to be seen shifting. A private man, he didn't care to be treated like some carnival freak by nearby humans. The fewer people who knew what he was the better.

Once in the shadows of the back screened-in room, he shifted to human form and grabbed a pair of shorts from a stack he kept in a trunk along with his Sig from under a pillow on one of the wicker chairs.

The back door was unlocked.  He held the gun up and slipped in, ensuring to not make a sound.

After checking the kitchen and living room, which were empty, he went to his bedroom.

"Are you going to shoot me?" Atop his bed Madison lay without a stitch of clothing on.

He froze at the sight of her.  Almost eight weeks, the longest they'd been separated since getting together.  That long since his lover left him and the hurt of her betrayal hit him like a sack of bricks.  He narrowed his eyes and swallowed a curse.  "What are you doing here?"

Madison stretched like a cat and his cock twitched.  The woman was beautiful, smooth tanned skin, of average height with a small waist, round hips and a sweet curved ass. "I needed to see you." Her hungry eyes raked over him. "God, you're just as handsome as ever."

And now he was hard. "I asked you a question."

When the corners of her plump lips curved up, he inhaled and his dick stirred, straining behind his zipper.  She let out a soft sigh and twisted the tip of her long wavy hair around her fingertips. A sign of nervous tension.

"What if I tell you I don't have an answer?  Will you call Taden now or are you going to do what we both want first?"

Her generous breasts beckoned.  Finally tearing his eyes away, he noticed her wet hair. She'd apparently showered and hadn't bothered to get dressed again.

She'd probably not planned for him to get there so soon.  From what he could tell, no weapons were within her reach.  His gaze slid from her face to a slightly rounded tummy to between her legs.  Madison allowed them to fall open so he could see her sex glistened, already wet for him.

The smell of her arousal had his cock bulging, demanding release.  Raythe wanted to walk away, turn around and leave the house.  To not remember how great sex was with her.  If only his damn feet would respond. From the waist down he was frozen.  "Fuck."

"We were always so good together." Madison purposely goaded him.  Her hand slid down her hip, past her stomach to between her legs.  With half closed eyes she slipped her fingers through the curls above her sex and she stroked herself.  "I can't stand that you're way over there. Let's do this.  I won't run. I'll let you turn me in after. "

His dick throbbed in response and he slammed the door shut.  Even death could not pull him from going to her.  Raythe put the gun on the dresser.  His eyes locked to her hand and what she did between her legs.  He unzipped his shorts and yanked them off.  His erection jutted thick and long, a bead of cum already spilling from it.

He crawled over her, landing on her without caring if he crushed her or not.  "I'm going to fuck you, Madison, and after that I'm going to take you again. Anyway I want for as long as I want."

Her lips curved and she grabbed his ass pulling him against her soft hot body.  "Yes."

Raythe took her dark pink nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.  Madison cried out, whether in pain or ecstasy, he couldn't tell.  Didn't care actually.  The female had caused him pain. Returning the favor, causing her discomfort did not bother him in the least.

He shoved two fingers into her wet sex and she arched up.  "Oh."

Damp and hot, her muscles constricted around his fingers.  He rubbed his cock against her leg the friction barely enough to take the edge off.

"I can't wait." Madison pulled at his hips attempting to settle him between her legs.  "Fuck me hard, Raythe. I want you."

Raythe couldn't wait either.  He pushed her legs wider apart and stared into her sopping wet core.  "You need it bad, don't you?"

"Yes." Madison whimpered, her hand reaching down to stroke herself.

"No.  I'll take care of you."  Raythe dropped face between her legs. He sucked her clit into his mouth, drew it in hard.  At the same time he slid his fingers again into her sex and another one into her back hole.  Madison's screams rang out when she came with such force her entire body quaked.

When she began to settle, he climbed up her body and pulled her lips open.  He pushed his cock deep into her hot mouth and she made gagging noises as he began to drive in and out of her. Her eyes met his as she suckled, the noise music to his ears.  Almost to the point of coming, he grabbed the headboard for leverage. Then she pulled his ass cheeks apart and began to finger fuck his ass. Raythe's body shook. "Fuck, yeah."

Raythe let out a grunt and released his seed down her throat.  Madison swallowed as much as she could, but some overflowed the corners of her lips.

His body trembled, his wolf demanding he continue until fully sated.  Madison knew what it meant to sleep with a wolf. Lovemaking would not be over after only one time.

"Get on your hands and knees." Raythe was already hard as steel again.  She rolled to her stomach, but not fast enough. He grabbed her by the hips and yanked her to the edge of the bed.  His cock pulsed. When he stroked it, his legs almost gave out. He helped her spread her legs wider.  Madison gave him a questioning look over her shoulder. "I want to fuck your sweet ass."

He reached for the nightstand and got a bottle of lube, which he drizzled generously down her crack.  The slippery liquid felt silky when he used it to prepare her by pushing his fingers into her puckered back hole.  Madison pushed back and moaned.  She liked anal, but he knew she preferred he fuck her the normal way.  That was so not happening. Not until he decided it was to be so.

His cock strained and not able to hold off any longer, he pushed into her tight ass inch by inch, slowly allowing her body to relax and get used to the invasion.

Once he was seated in her, he hesitated to give her body time to adjust.  She mewled into the pillows, her hands grabbing her butt cheeks to pull her butt apart.  Yeah, he was big; she'd taken him there before and enjoyed it. "Do me, Raythe." She pushed back into him.  "I want it."

Encouraged by her shouts.  Raythe pulled out and thrust back in, pounding into her over and over while she cried out and moaned.  She was tight, felt so fucking good and she knew it.  No one satisfied him like she did.  Madison claimed he was the only one who could take her to new heights. The only she allowed to fuck this way.  That was before she left him for Damiel.

The thoughts made him lunge harder.

His balls tightened, a sign he was about to come.  Trembling from head to toe, he pulled out and spewed onto her back.  Madison arched, like a cat in heat.  Raythe guided her onto her back, legs hanging over the edge of the bed, went to his knees and buried his face into her heat, his long tongue laving at her clit until she quivered and cried out again.

Chapter Three

It was a huge mistake.  But she had to have him one more time before leaving forever.  If he refused her shelter, she'd disappear into the night never to see him again.  First she had to try to convince Raythe to hide her for a few days until the boat arrived that would take her to Puerto Rico.

Just three days. That's all she needed.

Madison rolled to her back guided by his strong hands.  Raythe was bent over her. His delicious tongue lapped its way from her sex up her stomach.  His shoulder length midnight hair fell forward covering most of his beautiful face.  His amber eyes met hers, generous sensual lips glistening.

God how she loved this man. 

Just looking at his face left her breathless. With wide shoulders and broad back and chest with just a smattering of silky black hair, he was gorgeous.  His name, Raythe Storm Wolfe, suited him perfectly. He was unpredictable, reckless, and strong. 

The wolf shifter was a proud male and she knew he'd never forgive her for betraying him for another.  The problem was she could never explain it.  In her mind at the time, she thought to protect him.  Now in hindsight, she'd been an idiot.

"Let's finish this." He was already hard again and Madison licked her lips in anticipation.

She didn't believe him. Raythe had at least two times left before he could try not to get hard.  When she'd found no trace of a woman in his home, she'd been relieved.  He'd not found a mate yet.  Would they have mated if she'd not left?

He crawled over her, his muscles bunching and releasing as he stalked like the predator he was.  "Fuck me, Madison."

Hands on his chest, she guided him onto his back.  His darkened eyes never left hers, his face devoid of emotion.  While she poured lubricant on her hands, his eyes moved to them.  She pushed thoughts of anything other than making love aside and took his cock with both hands, sliding them from base to tip while fondling his sack.  He closed his eyes and pushed his head back.  A few strokes after, he pushed up into her hands, Madison straddled him and aligned her back hole to his cock.  Then slowly lowered onto him. She began lifting and lowering, enjoying the feel of his calloused hands on her breasts.

She stroked herself while continuing to move.  Up and down she rocked without slowing and watched his face to see how close he was to coming. His eyes were glued to her sex, the tendons of his neck tight.  He was close.  Madison leaned forward and continued her movements.

"Wait." Raythe lifted her off and slid off the bed.  "Get on your knees."

She did and he went to the bathroom. She heard water running.  He washed himself and retuned water still dripping from his cock and balls.  "Take me in your mouth again.  Suck me dry."

The thick cock took all her attention. She held his hips while licking up the underside of him.  Then she suckled the space between the dick and his balls.  Raythe groaned.  He always loved that.  She pulled his scrotum, one side then the other, into her mouth, her tongue playing down the center.  Then took the entire sack in.

"Fuck!" Raythe's legs quivered.

Finally she slid his penis into her mouth and sucked at the head.  Her hand working the rest of him up and down.

Pain mixed with pleasure when he grabbed her hair and began fucking her mouth, his butt tightening and loosening with every movement.  Madison reached for the lube bottle and wet her fingers while continuing to pull at his delicious dick.

Wolves like to be finger fucked and she knew it would make him come harder.  She always kept her nails short for the reason.  She pulled his ass cheeks apart and pushed two fingers into his rear.  Instantly he bucked harder and called out.  Pushing in as far as she could, Madison almost came at how she was taking him so fully.  Balls deep in her mouth, his fat cock down her throat while she fucked him at the same time.

The wolf's growl was loud when he came with so much force he overfilled her mouth.  Madison slid her fingers out and held his hips until he finished. 

Still trembling, Raythe pulled her up from under her arms and guided her to the bed and climbed in next to her his chest expanding with his harsh breaths.

What would happen next?  Her body screamed for him to take her the proper way and he knew it.  There was no way he couldn't smell her need.

"One more time."  Raythe sounded resigned and angry.  He reached to his nightstand and grabbed a condom.  Madison's mouth fell open.  Wolves never used condoms.  If a woman was ovulating, they could smell it and avoided sex until it was safe.  It seemed Raythe was not taking any chances.

"Get on your side."  He turned her away from him and lifted her leg to slide into her.  She let out a moan of relief when he filled her.  How she missed him, his touches, kisses, the way he sounded during making love.

She'd ached for so long to feel him, to be joined in this way.  In spite of the condom, it was still all him.  Her man.

"Come for me." His voice was deep and husky in her ear.  His finger strummed her clit as he moved in and out of her.  This was not for him, by the way he moved and caressed her, it was all to make her come.  His teeth bit into her neck, the wolf's way of marking and she let go, stopped thinking.

Madison thrust her hips back and opened her legs wider so he could push in deeper.  Faster and harder, thrust after thrust, Raythe took her higher and higher until the room began to spin and she lost all semblances of the surroundings.  His teeth dug into her skin and the subtle mating growl traveled through her until she let go and fell.  "Raythe!"

He'd not broken the skin, which meant he did not accept her as his mate.  Madison fought the urge to cry. Instead she burrowed against him holding to his body, not wanting to ever leave him. Pain sliced through her chest at realizing, although he didn't push her away, Raythe didn't hold her either.  He lay with his back, hands under his head staring up at the ceiling.

At least he wasn't calling Taden.  Not yet.

The sun hit her eyes and she turned away and straight into a hard body.  Madison's eyes flew open and looked straight into amber ones.  Her first instinct was to kiss him.  Instead she wiped the sleep from her eyes.  "I figured you'd call Taden by now."

"I was waiting to hear what you had to say. I told them I had a lead.  So they know I'm onto something."

It was time to say something to convince him not to turn her in.  But what?  Despite the way he looked at her, his stunning eyes narrowed in anger, Madison knew Raythe wasn't the kind of man to fall out of love.  His emotions were too strong. Then again, he could hate her, a feeling just as deep as love.

She swallowed back words to plead him to take her back.  Instead she took him in, memorizing every bit she could.  How she wished they were emotionally close like before.

He lay on his side, head propped by his hand, on the portion of the bed closest to the doorway. He blocked the exit, she'd have to get out of the bed and run past him to escape.  Not likely.

"You sleep deeply for someone on the run." He spoke without inflection.  From the lack of huskiness in his voice she could tell he'd not slept, but kept a watchful eye in case she tried to sneak away.

"I haven't slept in days.  Raythe, I need seventy-two hours.  I'll be gone forever after that."

His eyes narrowed.  "You can't stay here."

"Figured you say that.  Why did you let me stay the night then?" Madison couldn't help but allow her gaze to travel down his well-honed body.  Raythe was a huge male, at six foot four with broad shoulders, a strong chest, and biceps that bulged naturally. He was used to getting his way, if not by brute force, his looks got him pretty much anything he asked for.

Everything about him made her mouth water.  Not to mention the flat stomach and round perfectly formed ass.  His thick and strong thighs were gorgeous too. 

Then there was his face. Sculpted was an apt description.  Hard slashes for brows, heavily lashed eyes and sensuous full lips.  He was a woman's wet dream incarnate.  His strong jaw line had a permanent five o'clock shadow and his chin a very slight indentation in the center.

She'd fallen head over heels for him at first sight. They'd met in a café not too far from Sanctum where she was helping out a friend who owned it. Raythe came in regularly, each time he asked her for black coffee and flirted. He scared her and she fought for months not to give in to the temptation to sleep with him.

Finally one night after hanging out at the café too long, talking with him over wine she'd bought and planned to drink at home, she'd gone home with him.  They were together for almost two years after that.  Until two months ago, when she'd left.

The reason, Damiel. The fucker.

One mistake had led to another and now it was too late to ever recover what was once a beautiful relationship. There was no question in her mind. Raythe would never take her back.  He'd lose face with the pack. Besides, she was probably an outcast to the pack by now.

After killing Damiel, there was no chance for them. Raythe would never claim her as a mate now.  No doubt there was a death warrant out for her by the Lycan council.

"Why shouldn't I turn you in?  You killed a wolf knowing the consequences."

"I came here to see you before leaving forever," she replied.  "I had to talk to you. Had to see you.  Make sure everything was...that you were well."

Raythe studied her, his nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed to slits.  "What are you not telling me? You're nervous, the scent is strong.  Are you in danger?"

She let out a harsh chuckle.  "Only from you and the council."

"Why did you come back?"

Madison looked into his eyes and for a second she sensed warmth.  It was gone quickly, replace by frostiness.  "I just told you.  I wanted to see you."

"You risked getting caught and maybe executed to fuck me? I don't believe you." He let out a breath and rolled out of bed.  Nude he stood before her, towering over the bed.  "Come on. I need to take a shower."

It was a request so she'd remain in his line of vision, not because he couldn't stand to be away from her.  So she had no illusions of any more sex.  Madison looked to his nether regions.  He was flaccid. Only a strong wolf could remain so while being ogled by a female.  "After breakfast, you and I are going to talk.  I plan to take you to Sanctum today, once I hear from Taden.”

No, he wouldn't.  She'd run.  Even if he was larger and stronger, as a full-breed she was just as fast and had strong incentive for getting away. Too bad females couldn't shift. It would be easier to hide.

Nothing would keep her from leaving for Puerto Rico in three days.

They showered in record time.  Madison toweled off and went back to the bedroom, Raythe on her heels.  "Where are your clothes?"

"In your dryer." She padded to the adjoining laundry room and dug her now clean clothes out.  The only thing she owned at the moment.  Her stash of cash and a gun were in a small cross-body messenger bag she'd stowed under the bed along with a baseball cap.  They dressed in silence. The whole time she watched his sleek movements keeping an eye to make sure he didn't call anyone.  If he shifted, he could contact the others telepathically, but as long as he remained in this form, he was pretty much limited to a cell phone.

He shoved his shoulder length midnight black hair away from his face and motioned toward the doorway.  "Hungry?"

"Starving," she admitted and grabbed her bag from under the bed.

He followed her to the kitchen, the close proximity tingling at each nerve. "I'll make coffee."  She went to the cabinet and pulled out a bag of coffee. Then scooped the grounds into the coffeemaker and stood by watching Raythe cook. He knew his way around a kitchen, always made great meals when they lived together. His muscular arms flexed as he scrambled eggs and poured them in a pan.  Then chopped up ham and added it to the eggs followed by shredded cheese.  She made toast and poured two cups of coffee adding milk to hers.

They sat across from each other at the dining room table.  The same one they'd purchased together.  Across the space, she noted the old couch and coffee tables were replaced with a leather sectional. No tables.

The art on the walls she'd bought was gone as well, the space bare now.  The house was very large and sat in the center of a wooded clearing. They'd picked it out because of its rock studded front walls, giving it an almost castle look.

"You redecorated." She lifted her brows.  "The no frills look, huh?"

"The furniture broke, the other shit burned up," he replied shoveling food in his mouth ignoring her gawk.

"Burned up? There was a fire?"

"Yep, a big bonfire in the back."

The house was situated away from other houses on ten acres of land.  A bonfire would not have attracted much attention.  She studied his face.  Why had he burned all their belongings?  Was it because of her?  Her chest constricted, but she ensured not to show any emotion.

He once professed to love her, and she knew Raythe wasn't the kind to say it unless he meant it. And she'd broken his heart all because of a situation, an asshole with nothing better to do than to fuck up lives. Raythe had been unable to stay away from her the night before. The attraction between them remained strong to say the least.