Nocturne 040 – Scions 02 - Patrice Michelle - Insurrection (18 page)

When she got an error message, she remembered she’d suspended her phone service earlier. Kaitlyn quickly made another call to her provider to tell them she’d found her cell phone. “They said it might be an hour or two before the reactivation takes effect,” she told Landon as she hung up the telephone.

As Landon nodded his understanding, a thought occurred to her. “If Ron did send me attachments, how will I get to them?”

“Your phone’s screen will be too small to really see anything. Once you’re able to get to your messages, forward the attachments to your personal e-mail address. We should be able to view them from your computer.”

She smiled, glad she’d asked for his help. “I knew I kept you around for a reason.” Setting his cell phone down on the desk, she walked around to the other side to turn on her laptop.

Landon’s chest tightened as he watched Kaitlyn bend over her keyboard. She’d left her hair down tonight. He could still feel the silky strands between his fingers from when he’d touched it earlier. Her taste lingered on his lips and her smell in his nose. Whenever he inhaled, his body tensed with the need to touch her again.

He looked away and the moon outside caught his attention, drawing him to the window. He stared at the near perfect roundness through the sheer curtains. It wouldn’t be full for another night, but already he felt its beckoning pull like he had for the past eighteen years. He glanced back at Kaitlyn. Her brow furrowed as she leaned over the keyboard. Beautiful, stubborn, oblivious to what he was, physically strong for a woman her size, but so very fragile compared to his werewolf strength.

Each time he was in her presence, his need for her grew stronger. It was as if—he turned and stared at the moon once more—the longer he went without shifting, the stronger the wolf inside him became, insisting he act on his Lupreda instincts with Kaitlyn.

She’s yours. Claim her.

She’s human. Closing his eyes, he set his jaw. The constant internal battle made his chest burn. He took a deep breath. He’d be fine as long as he kept his distance.

“Ron mentioned sending images. Come look at these programs. If he did send me something, can you suggest which application I should use to view them?”

Landon walked behind the desk and looked at the screen over her shoulder. “For the two most likely image file formats you’ll see come through…” He leaned close and pointed to two icons. “One of these two programs should work.”

While Kaitlyn clicked to open the first program, Landon couldn’t make himself move away. Instead, he stayed close and inhaled her sweet smell. Her scent could take him to his knees. If he were in wolf form, he’d want to roll in it, cover himself with his…mate’s scent. Kaitlyn was his mate. He’d acknowledged the truth in the cabin, but he’d walked away to protect her. She’d been so ready and willing, so aroused it had taken all his will power not to act on what they’d both wanted. The thought of sliding inside her warmth exhilarated and scared him—

he didn’t want to hurt her. He was so much stronger.

But if he could keep the wolf at bay, he could be the kind of lover a human woman would expect. If he stopped fighting himself, he should be able to keep the Musk form dormant. The necklace would guarantee he wouldn’t start to shift.

He moved even closer and filled his lungs with her scent at the same time he set his hands on either side of the keys.

Kaitlyn’s fingers paused over the keys when Landon placed his hands on the desk. “Are you telling me that you’re all grown up now?”

Landon brushed her hair over her shoulder and pressed a kiss against her neck.

Goosebumps scattered across her skin and her breath hitched. “I don’t think I can take it again. I need your answer.” She gripped his wrist and started to move his arm as if she planned to put some distance between them.

He gave a low growl and pressed his hips against hers, holding her in place while the unmistakable pressure of his hard cock lay against her sweet rear.

He heard Kaitlyn’s heart race and she turned her head and kissed his right biceps, letting him know she wanted more.

Landon’s pulse pounded, thrumming a rhythmic Lupreda mating beat in his head. His fingertips tingled as his wereclaws clamored for release. He fisted his hands on the desk, trying to understand why he couldn’t control these reactions. It was as if his body had a mind of its own. Or his wolf did.

Back off, he mentally snarled.

When Kaitlyn straightened and tried to turn to face him, he lightly caught her hips and held her in place. “Not yet,” his words came out, gruff and harsh. He had to focus not to apply pressure to her hip bones. His wolf retreated, leaving him feeling torn up and raw inside. Kaitlyn leaned her back against his chest and said in a sultry tone as she turned her nose into his neck, “Don’t you want me to touch you?” One hand skated up his neck to tangle in his hair and the other slid down his waist. Her nails scraped his back before she gripped his buttock tightly and yanked him hard against her.

“Let me touch you, Kaitie,” he said in a husky tone and slid his fingers under her sweater to touch her soft skin.

Kaitlyn released him and surprised him by swiftly removing her sweater. Tossing it to the floor, she turned to face him and pulled his T-shirt free of his jeans. “Your turn,” she said and began to lift the end of his shirt.

Landon’s cock throbbed painfully against his jeans. He gripped his shirt and helped her remove it, tossing the cloth to the floor. He held her waist with the barest touch as her hands slid across his chest. She explored every dip and hollow, her movements tender until she reached his nipples. When she leaned forward and ran her tongue along his pectoral, teasing the puckered darker skin with tiny nibbles, he closed his eyes and kissed the top of her head. She was precious to him even when she was driving him insane.

Landon leaned forward and slid her bra strap down her arm, planting a kiss where the strap had been.

Kaitlyn gasped when his slid his kisses lower to the curve of her breast. She cupped his jaw and lifted his chin.

Landon captured her mouth in a dominant kiss, his hands sliding up her back as he pulled her near-naked body close. The warm skin-to-skin contact mixed with her aroused smell spiked his arousal. He couldn’t get close enough.

Kaitlyn pressed her lips hard against his, then sucked on his tongue as she yanked at the buttons on his jeans, ripping the fly open in a quick, fast jerk.

The beast in Landon’s head whispered, She smells so good because she’s yours. Let your spirited self go. She wants the primal you taking over, not this controlled half.

No! he argued with his demanding wolf. He thought back to their lovemaking. She smelled like Lupreda because I wished it so, then I wouldn’t have to worry so much that I’d hurt her. I want to believe she can handle the real me, but she can’t. Go the hell away. Landon slid his lips down Kaitlyn’s neck as he unsnapped her bra. They both pushed it aside so he could continue his path to her nipple.

The wolf gave a cynical laugh. I’ll always be here, torturing you. I’ll never go away. Let her see a little of the real you.

He gripped the back of her jeans and she let out a mewling gasp of pleasure when his hot mouth captured her nipple and sucked hard on the tip.

As her hand slid inside his boxers, his grip on her jeans tightened. The moment her fingers surrounded his aching cock, Landon’s hold on her jeans cinched and hips jerked forward. Tearing fabric sounded alongside their harsh breathing.

Landon froze. He realized his claws had extended on their own, taking care of the barrier that separated them. Her jeans were ripped down the back from the waist all the way to the top of the pants legs. Kaitlyn laughed and wrapped her arms tight around his neck, pressing kisses against his jaw. “Well, that’s one way to get me out of my pants, He-man.”

He trembled deep inside. He hadn’t even felt his claws extend. What if that had been her flesh? It was foolish to think he could hold it together with Kaitlyn. She brought out his most primal instincts whenever they touched.

After his claws retracted, he placed his hands around her waist and started to set her away. “I’m sorry.”

Kaitlyn’s arms cinched tight around his neck. “Hell, no, you don’t. You’re finishing what you started, mister. I don’t give a damn about my jeans.”

It could’ve been you. Landon wrapped his arms around her slim frame and buried his nose against her neck. “I’m so afraid I’m going to hurt you. I would never forgive myself, Kaitie.”

She ran her nails hard down his back, making his inner wolf jump in excitement. “How do you know I won’t hurt you?” she whispered in his ear, then took a step back and shimmied out of her torn jeans, “I’m not a porcelain doll, Landon. I’m a tough cookie. If I’m ever in pain, trust me, I’ll let you know.”

Holding her torn pants up by her finger, she smirked. “Nice job, by the way. That’s the fastest a man has ever gotten me out of my pants.”

Landon’s wolf snarled at the idea of another man trying to get into Kaitlyn’s pants. He pushed her jeans off her finger and said in a low tone, “How about we don’t let anyone else try to break my record.”

Kaitlyn crooked her finger and backed away until she reached the couch. Flipping the wall light switch off, she lay down on the furniture and met his gaze with a challenging one. “Give me a reason not to let anyone else try.”

She looked so beautiful with only the moonlight shining on her fair skin. Her cheeks were flushed, and her red hair made a striking complement to the soft, dark green cushions beneath her. Her arousal beckoned him with sweet, musky notes full of desire. Landon didn’t think twice as he shed the rest of his clothes and walked over to the sofa.

Kaitlyn tried to keep her breathing even as Landon approached the couch. His imposing height and broad-shouldered, muscular frame should’ve intimidated her, especially considering he was worried he’d hurt her. Instead, she’d never been as caught up in another man in her life.

The way he moved, with a stealthy, powerful grace, his thigh muscles bunching and his abs flexing with each step he took toward her, only made her want him more. When he went down on one knee and the moon’s light reflected on his intense expression, she held back a shiver of excitement and pressed her finger against the small indention in his chin.

“Have I told you how sexy this makes you, and that I have a hard time breathing when you’re near?”

Landon placed one hand on her thigh and touched her temple with the other. Rubbing a strand of her hair between his fingers, he captured her finger in his mouth and slowly shook his head.

The sensation of his wet tongue and lips sucking on her finger made her gasp and arch her back.

His warm hand slid up her thigh, and he massaged the slim muscles, then tugged slightly to let her know he wanted her to spread her legs. Sparks of anticipation built within her as he inched his fingers closer. She was so wet and ready for his touch, she squirmed and moved to the edge of the couch. Anything to be closer to him.

Landon’s smile was rakish as he started to let go of her finger. But Kaitlyn turned her finger upward and used her hold to draw him close. Her heart threatened to beat a hole in her chest when she withdrew her finger from his lips.

Even though his face was just an inch away from hers, Landon didn’t kiss her. Instead he searched her gaze as he touched her entrance, then slid a finger deep inside her channel. A carnal smile tilted his mouth and he withdrew his finger and pushed back inside. “You’re so wet and warm.”

His lips formed a thin line. “And so small.”

Rocking her hips to his slow, thrusting movement, she slid her fingers down his abs until she reached his erection. “And ready,” she finished at the same time she wrapped her fingers around the hard flesh. Landon shuddered and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them once more, his eyes were a much lighter green. “Your eyes—”

His lips claimed hers at the same time he added another finger, stroking her body to new highs. Landon’s fierce kiss seduced her, while his alluring earthy scent and masterful hands claimed her body. The erotic combination sent her emotions into a frenzied tailspin.

Kaitlyn kissed him back and bucked against his hand…all while her grip moved along his length. She wanted to feel him taking her body the way his fingers played; just as slow, just as deep and so hard she screamed in pleasure.

Before she could react, Landon dipped his head and his mouth joined the symphony his fingers played on her body.

Kaitlyn’s hand slid off his cock as her entire body centered on his tongue laving at her sex, the press of his mouth, aggressive and hard, while his fingers turned and stroked her desires to a new tune—higher in pitch, faster in tempo.

Digging her nails into his shoulder, she moaned and bowed her back, loving his talented mouth. As her orgasm began to surge within her, she desperately wanted to let go, but she didn’t want to come without him this time.

She loved his strength and his honor, even his selflessness as a lover, but deep inside she knew tonight was about dominance and control…and establishing roles. Landon had such a powerful presence; she wanted him to know he wasn’t always going to call the shots between them. Clenching her teeth to resist the building desire spiraling inside her, she lifted his chin away from her body. She didn’t give him a chance to refuse. Instead she slid off the couch onto her knees and pulled his mouth to hers.

Landon set his other knee down on the floor and gripped her waist tight. Yanking her body flush with his, he kissed her with a primal fierceness that sent pleasurable heat shooting to all the right places. He tasted like her and smelled like him; earthy and so damned sexy she couldn’t get close enough. She inhaled deeply as their tongues swept against each other.

Landon’s musky scent smelled stronger, making her head swim and her nerves jangle in response. Kaitlyn gripped his hard shoulders and broke their kiss so she could press her lips against the pulse beating at his neck.