Scorpio Sons 1: Colton (10 page)

"I want more…"

He arched back and let out a bark of laughter that was loud enough to have been heard from the hall. "You want more? I can give you more… God this feels too good."

And then he was moving, pulling out of her and then driving back in, deeper and harder this time. This was what she needed. This was the
more
she hadn't understood she wanted. With each thrust she felt the fire rising. A blinding flash of exquisite sensation sent her over the edge, and then disappeared as quickly as it had come. But the flames rose higher still.

All Alyssa's focus tunnelled in to the place where their bodies joined. She felt every thrust, every pulsing, battering inch of his flesh as it moved inside her. Clutching at his back with her fingers, she writhed, unable to stop herself, even if she'd wanted to. The moans and panting cries seemed to come from someone else, not her. The growls and groans coming from Colt seemed to drive her higher. How was this possible? Surely this escalation couldn't go on … There had to be an end to it.

He was pounding into her now, almost ferociously. She didn't even know if he was aware of her anymore. She knew he had become nothing but a means to an end for her. His driving cock was all her senses could focus on. The feel of it sliding along her smooth walls, creating an almost painful friction as it drove in and out of her, pushed her higher and closer to the edge. The passionate intensity of it had become a desperate agony of burning need.

That's when the pain gave way to pure bliss and the fire turned into an explosion that rocked every cell in her body.

"Colt!" she screamed in terror and delight as the detonation jerked her body like a lightning strike, short-circuiting every cell.

At that very moment, her mate let out a cry of his own, sounding more feral than human, as he drove even more deeply into her body, until he seemed to touch her very womb. Colt's body shook like a leaf in a storm while his muscles turned to stone. His arms were barely able to hold him up. Then, as the bliss began to recede slowly for them both, Alyssa felt his body begin to melt.

Colt collapsed like a lead weight on top of her. The boiling sweat on both their skins suddenly turned cold in the air-conditioned breeze. For a moment, Alyssa wondered if she was about to die. Every sense was too painfully alive; the world seemed to press in on her, smothering her with sensation, just as Colt's heavy body threatened to smother her.

But it didn't frighten her. She was beyond fear. Had she gone into shock? Was that what this was?

When the weight became unbearable, Colt toppled to the other side of the bed. Air rushed into her lungs as if for the first time. She felt it as a cold draft that recharged her satiated flesh. She could hear Colt still gasping, as if he was recovering from the same seismic jolt that had rocked her.

"That wasn't normal," he gasped out. "That was way beyond normal."

CHAPTER NINE

This was fucking madness. Nothing between them was normal. He hadn't planned to take her this night. She'd been through too much already. All he'd wanted to do was get her boots off her and help her relax. But the call from Akabar had pressed buttons and when he'd smothered a possessive growl into her thigh, everything changed.

To say his cat came out was like saying a volcano was hot. He'd wanted her with a desperation that was beyond anything he'd ever known before. And she seemed to want him just as badly. It was adorable the way she hit him, demanding he remove his clothes, too. And when he'd worked his slow way down to her sex, the scent of her arousal almost pushed him over the edge.

How could she want to replace that intoxicating musky scent with artificial fragrances? Tasting her in a way he'd never been drawn to do before had been a revelation. Sure, he'd heard that going down on a woman drove them crazy, but no one had ever mentioned that it drove the man crazy too. He couldn't get enough of her. And just when his sanity finally slipped away for good, his beast had bitten her again.

This time when he held her in place, his mouth filled with the exotic tang of blood, his nose filled with her unique fragrance, he wasn't totally freaked out by it. It hadn't hurt her the last time, maybe it was the same this time. The way she lay panting under him, led him to believe she wasn't petrified with terror and revulsion. So he'd gone with his feral instincts and sought the only way to be inside her while he held her in place, open for him.

She'd been so tight around his fingers. So tight and fluid. When he felt the barrier that was her virginity tear, there was a moment's panic. The woman had kept her innocence for twenty-two years and now he was taking it from her after two days. That wasn't right. But the little mewling sounds she was making told him that in that moment she didn't care. She was as driven by instinct as he was.

And he'd used her sex-numbed brain against her, asking to enter her without protection. Sure, he didn't carry any diseases, but he could still get her pregnant. But his need to claim her, to spill his seed in her, cover her with his scent was undeniable. In her innocence she'd acquiesced.

Feeling her liquid walls surrounding him had been like heaven. Was it the lack of a condom that made it so unspeakably good? He'd been inside more women than he could keep track of, but none had ever felt like Lyss.

And she'd wanted more. Fucking hell, his little virgin had wanted more, and he'd given it to her, probably too hard and forcefully. But he couldn't have slowed down or been gentle if he'd tried. And he didn't try. He gave himself up to the beast completely, and rode out the most incredible sex of his life until both of their bodies were struck by orgasms that felt more like an electrical storm.

As her body jerked beneath him, her inner walls convulsing around his sensitised cock, it was all he could do to hold on and direct the boiling seed into her. It had felt like a fireman's hose gushing a torrent at a burning building. Because she was burning. She'd been so hot, her skin was almost too fiery to touch, her inner walls searing as she rocked under the force of his release.

No, none of it was normal. Sex wasn't supposed to be like that.

Colt gathered her into his arms, wanting to shield her from the animal instinct that had claimed them both. An instinct that left them helpless against the force of its need. He might have hurt her badly while the ravenous beast held control and he couldn't have stopped it. Maybe he
had
hurt her.

"I'm glad you said that," she whispered breathlessly into his neck.

"Huh?"

"About that not being normal. I would have thought my friends had been holding out on me, and playing it down, otherwise. It sure wasn't anything like masturbation."

He rubbed his cheek against the softness of her hair and breathed in her scent. "That was almost more painful than pleasurable."

She lifted her head from his still-damp chest and looked at him. "You didn't enjoy it?" Her voice was filled with hurt.

"Jeezus, of course I enjoyed it. But that level of intensity… I hurt you. I bit you. And I didn't care. I couldn't stop. If you'd begged me to stop, I couldn't have." He heard the exasperation in his voice. How could he explain it to her, when he didn't understand it himself? Losing control like that made him feel more like an animal than a man. It brought it home to him just what a monster he was. The cocktail of genetic ingredients that made up his DNA was all wrong.

"You didn't hurt me. That bite was pleasurable. It set me on fire. I'm not sure how many times I came during that session, but it was more than twice. And that last time… I felt…consumed. I've read about sex, seen words like
consumed, on fire, driven by insatiable need
, and it seemed exaggerated to me, the stuff of romance novels. But the earth literally moved a few minutes ago. So now I'm a bit worried that I've peaked too early, and sex will never be as good again." She giggled.

He couldn't help feeling proud. It had never been important to him to be a good lover before. He had sex for selfish reasons. If his partner got off too, all well and good, but he didn't get some macho power trip out of being good in bed. Hence the reason he'd never bothered going down on a woman before. It had seemed like too much hard work. If she was hot and willing, then he'd take her that way, simply for the relief he felt afterwards. It barely registered as pleasure. It was more like the sensation he felt when his bladder was full and he could finally urinate. Relief.

But sex with Lyss wasn't a relief. It was anything but relief. And though he now felt more mellow than he could ever remember feeling, so connected to another human being… no, they weren't human… connected to another
being
, it wasn't relief he felt. It was fear.

"What are you thinking?" she asked softly, stroking his chest with tentative fingers. Were her doubts coming back? Did she think he regretted what had happened? Yes, he did, but not because she wasn't sexy or beautiful enough. No, he regretted it because she was
too
beautiful. And now that he'd taken her once he knew there would be nothing to stop him taking her again and again. And while he did, he'd have to live with the fear of losing her.

Because they were in the middle of a war. She didn't realise the extent of it yet, but he sure did. And every war had casualties. Being with him put her in the firing line. Fucking hell, she was going to have to cosy up to a monster so the Sons could achieve their ends. What would Akabar do to her if he found out what she was involved in?

"Colt? If you're sorry …"

He kissed her, hard and possessively, and then looked down into her clear green eyes that no longer glowed with the metallic sheen of her cat. These green depths were just as beautiful to him as the metallic orbs had been, and his heart felt raw with inexplicable need. This was not the beast clawing to get out. This was something else, something closer to human.

"I'm not sorry, Lyss. I've wanted you for four years. Every waking hour for four very long years. How can I be sorry that finally I got what I've always wanted? And before you say it, no, I wasn't disappointed. It was better than I ever dreamed sex could be. But it was too good. I wish it had been just average. I wouldn't feel so bad now if it had been no different to the hasty hook-ups I've always had.

"Do you know you could be pregnant now? Because my cat wanted to claim you in every way possible, I convinced you to have unprotected sex. Sure, I can't give you a disease, but I can make you pregnant. Fuck, I'm likely the only one who could, other than the rest of the Sons. And I'm not ready to be a father and I doubt you're ready to be a mother. We're in the middle of a god-damned war here." He knew he sounded angry, and it wasn't directed at her, but he could feel her pulling back from him, growing more upset the longer he poured out his misgivings to her. It only served to make him even more furious.

"I'm on the pill, Colt. I went on it when the contest started. I usually have a heavy period, which drains me of energy, and I didn't want that when I had to perform and be at the top of my game. So you can stop worrying about becoming a father. I'm not going to trap you into marriage or anything so old-fashioned."

He swore colourfully and spun their bodies so that she was once more under him. He got right up in her face, his eyes turning cat, his incisors dropping. "I'm not worried about having to marry you, for fuck sake. As far as I'm concerned we're bonded now, more completely than any married couple could be. There will never be anyone else for me, and I'll kill any man who tries to take you from me. This isn't about not wanting to commit. That's for normal people. I'm fighting a war. Don't you get that? A war. And you're in the middle of it, and my feelings for you make me lose focus. If you had my child…how could I keep you safe?

"I've never had to worry about anyone before, not even me. I never cared if I lived or died. Now I have too much to lose. And world-shattering sex doesn't balance the books for me. The price of pleasure is too high. But it's too late to pull back. Maybe I'm fooling myself that there was ever a time in the last two days when I could have pulled back. Your mine, for better or worse. And that scares me shitless."

Her eyes had turned cat as his did, and she was panting. But it wasn't arousal she felt. No, she was just as angry as he was.

"I'm so sorry you're stuck with me, Colt. I suppose you were half-hoping the other Sons would attract me so the pressure would be off you. Tough luck for both of us. I wish I'd been attracted to them too. Then maybe my first time wouldn't have ended with the guy telling me the price for being with me was too high. Jeez, I can't believe you. I… Get out, Colt. Just get out. I can't look at you any more, or listen to your regrets. I just had mind-blowing sex for the first time in my life and I want to savour it. So get out, before you ruin it completely for me!"

The weight of her fury was visceral. He sprang to his feet, threw on clothes and stormed from the room. Her reaction was completely unreasonable. Surely she didn't expect it to be all hearts and flowers between them? When had it ever been anything but intense? For fuck sake, he fell for her over the bodies of dead and injured would-be rapists. How could it ever be anything but primal and world-shattering? 

He took his place outside her door as he tried to get his emotions under control again. If an attack came now he'd be dead meat and so would Alyssa. This was what he was talking about. What was between them made them both vulnerable. It made him a liability to the team.

A few minutes later the door to the room he shared with Connor opened. His brother came towards him like he was approaching an unexploded bomb.

"Go get some shut-eye," Connor told him. "You're running on empty, and it'll be a heavy day tomorrow."

"Fuck that, I couldn't sleep if I tried."

"Try. You have to be on top of your game if you want to protect her from Akabar."

"Why is she making this so hard? Why can't she realise that things with us are going to be problematic, given what's happening around us? Why does she want something from me I can't give her?" He didn't know what drove him to ask Connor these questions. He'd never shared like this before. Never asked advice before. Being self-sufficient meant coming up with all the answers for yourself, not crying on someone else's shoulders when things got tough.

"From what I heard through the wall, you told her that the pleasure wasn't worth it. How did you expect her to react to that little bomb-shell? She'd just had mind-blowing sex. And yeah, I heard that through the wall too, you lucky bastard. But then you tell her it wasn't worth the cost? I may not ever have fallen in love, my boyo, but even I know you don't say things like that to a lass you've just shagged. Not if you want to do it again."

"It wasn't normal. It…was like nothing I've ever experienced before. It felt like a nuke went off inside me. I've lived with the beast pretty much all my life, so I know how intense it can get when he's out. But it's never been like that… So forgive me if I wasn't PC and lovey-dovey. I was rocked to my core, and I still haven't got my feet under me again." He ran his fingers through his unruly curls and grunted in frustration and a growing sense of regret.

Maybe he could have kept his negative thoughts to himself. Maybe he should have let her enjoy her first sexual experience instead of tainting it with reality. He'd hurt her. And that was something he'd never intended.

"Go to bed, boyo. Get some sleep. You're not thinking straight because you're sleep-deprived. It'll be okay in the morning. You can apologise then and she'll forgive you. Go get some shut-eye."

The exhaustion he felt was overwhelming. When was the last time he'd closed his eyes to sleep? Not last night, he'd spent that at her door. The night before? No more than a few minutes because his brain kept going over the steps of the ambush and his fears that Alyssa might get hurt. The night before that? Hell, he might have scraped a few hours, but he'd been so revved about seeing her again that sleep had been hard to come by. So yeah, he was sleep-deprived. He needed to get some shut-eye soon or he'd lose his edge.

On legs that felt like heavy tree trunks, he dragged himself to the door of their room. Without a backward glance, he entered the room and closed himself into the darkness. Neither of them required light to see by, so he was able to find his made-up double bed next to Connor's rumpled one, and pull off his clothes before falling flat on his face. He was out to it as soon as his head hit the pillow.