Sylvia's Torment (Enforcers and Coterie Book 2) (31 page)

Chapter Six

The days drifted
into each other. Patrolling the city was no longer a pleasure but a torturous pastime that took Tariq away from Lori. He’d never complain to Derek, though. Protecting the pack was an honour.

Each day he spent as much time with Lori as possible, pushing her emotions and then teaching her how to pull back from the brink. No longer were her verbal attacks automatic, although the twins had a knack for ticking her off.

Her voice drifted from upstairs, exasperation clear. “Damn it, Rafi, or Kurt, whichever one you are. Sniffing me in wolf form is bad enough, don’t do it while human. It’s creepy and weird!”

Bounding up the stairs, he heard one of the twins laughing.

“Oh, find that funny, huh. I’m done with this crap. You either treat me with respect, or we’re having it out here and now.”

“Easy. We’re just having some fun. I promise we’ll behave.” The twin was silent for a moment. “Rafi agrees.”

“Where’s Rafi? I don’t see him. Are you wearing an earpiece?”

“Ow! Crazy woman, don’t do that!”

Tariq burst into the entertainment room and started laughing. Big, tough Kurt was hunched over while Lori yanked on his ear. Peering intently in it and not finding anything, she released him, glaring at him with deep suspicion.

“So, how do you do it? How do you talk to Rafi?”

“They have a special bond,” Tariq replied for Kurt, his grin widening when she whirled around in surprise. While her strength and speed had increased these past several days, her hearing and sense of smell lagged behind.

“What do you mean? Is it a werewolf thing? Are they mates or something?”

Kurt blinked at her, repulsed, before he exclaimed, “Ew, no! That’s just wrong. That’s the worst kind of masturbation. And Rafi is disgusted, too. I don’t think we’re talking to you anymore.”

“Is that what it took? Should’ve thought of it earlier.” Her teasing grin implied a comfortable truce between them. Kurt and Rafi enjoyed their menacing, thuggish aura but were softies underneath.

Kurt growled, a teasing sound lacking any heat. “We’re twins and it bonds us. Kinda like the Alpha link except we can talk back and forth. It’s fun to mess with people, switch places and still know exactly what’s happening.”

“Interesting. I’ll keep that in mind then.” Lori folded her arms, looking a little annoyed. “Can’t wait for the sense of smell to kick in so I can tell you two apart.”

“Might be sooner than you think. Today, we’ll practice changing,” Tariq said, sobering.

“Changing? Changing what?”

“From human to wolf.”

“But I can’t, remember?” Her tone implied a certain amount of
duh
.

“Which is why we’re practicing. Please, come with me. We’ll go into the woods for privacy. I don’t think you want an audience.” Tariq held out his hand.

Her fingers threaded through his. The ease and lack of hesitation spoke of her newfound comfort with the pack’s need for touch.  Walking towards the stairs, Lori turned her head and blew a raspberry at Kurt.

“Stay out of the woods. No peeking.”

“I’ll behave,” Kurt promised with an evil glint in his eye. Tariq fought the urge to smack him. The twins needed to stop flirting with his woman. Time spent with Lori proved what he’d initially thought. Both him and his wolf liked this woman and enjoyed spending time with her.

“That means Rafi, too. Both of you stay out.” An impressive growl vibrated Lori’s throat, underlining her words.

“Shit, hoped you wouldn’t think of that. Fine. We’ll both behave. You’re ruining all our fun, woman.”

Tariq continued down the stairs, dismissing the twins from his mind. Once he made his claim, the others would respect it. Then again, Lori was capable of defending herself when needed.

“Does this mean I’ll be the naked one instead of you?” Lori’s question almost had him stumbling down the stairs. Why hadn’t he remembered that important fact? Had he purposefully forgotten?

Clearing his throat, he replied, “Yes. Don’t worry, I won’t look.”

“Ha! Yes you will!” Kurt’s voice trailed after them, proving he shamelessly eavesdropped.

Chapter Seven

Nerves knotted Lori’s
stomach. Now was it due to attempting a change or stripping in front of Tariq? The sight of him naked and proud burned in her mind, tempting her late at night. Sexual tension wound tight in her body. Hell, she hadn’t pleasured herself since moving into the house. Sure, Tariq said the bedrooms were soundproof, didn’t mean she wanted to test that theory. It was embarrassing enough with some of the conversations the pack had overheard.

Spending time with him proved to be her undoing. Her initial impression of him as a He-Man jerk had dissolved, leaving behind the undeniable truth: he was a nice guy. The kiss of death, perhaps, being labeled nice, except assholes didn’t rate high in her mind. She wanted a nice guy who’d treat her like an equal, coddle her when she needed it and loved her above everyone else. Add in Tariq’s hot body and gorgeous green eyes, and she was half-way in love.

No, not love, lust. Pure lust, that’s it, nothing more. Her hormones were acting up, that’s all.

Oh, who was she trying to kid? She’d been in lust before many times. A woman didn’t make it to thirty without some interesting experiences littering her past.

None of them measured up to Tariq, though.

“Strip,” Tariq said, cutting through her musings.

“I’m sorry, what?” She missed the entire trip out into the woods, so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed the house disappearing far behind them.

“You heard me, strip. Get naked. Lose the clothes. Bare your skin.” Her hand itched to smack the smirk off his face, and yet, she had to turn away before she started laughing.

“Been thinking a lot about getting me naked?” she tossed over her shoulder while she swept her shirt upwards. Next she pushed down her jeans and underwear, shimmying as she went. A strangled cough confirmed her suspicions. Naughty boy hadn’t looked away.

“Thought you weren’t going to watch?” Spinning on her heel, she glided toward Tariq, unclipping her bra. It fluttered to the ground, and her nipples hardened in the cold air.

A deep flush highlighted his cheekbones, a fascinating colour against his brown skin. His eyes skimmed downwards, and he stammered, “I, um, ah…”

Her hands slid over his shoulders and into his hair. His scent teased her, begged her to breathe in deep. She wanted another taste of him. For a moment he tensed, and she almost pleaded with him. Instead, his hands cupped her ass and lifted her. Squealing in surprise, Lori wrapped her legs around his waist and clutched at his head.

Her body stretched. His face landed between her breasts.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” she said, afraid her flesh was smothering him.

“Ooh, I’m not.” Though his voice was muffled, she could still hear the satisfaction in it.

She tried to pull back, give him room to breathe, but he held on tight. Keeping her upright with one hand, the other roamed up her hip and then ribcage before settling onto her breast.

Tilting his head back, he asked, “How far? Heavy petting, oral or all the way?” The husky growl coupled with his words increased the tingle between her legs.

“Ah, protection? I’m on the pill, but…” she trailed off, unsure how to ask about his sexual history and not offend him.

“I’m clean. Werewolves don’t catch STDs. Doesn’t survive in our bodies. And getting you pregnant isn’t possible anyway. We’re sterile until we merge with our wolf.”

“Really? I didn’t have to use the pill? Damn it, what a waste!” She furrowed her brows for a moment before she grinned and wiggled against him. “I’ll be irritated about that later. Right now, can we do all three?”

A deep groan vibrated between her breasts when he again buried his head.

“Did you just motorboat me?”

“That, my dear, was not motorboating.” He pulled back, giving her a wicked grin before he buried his face in her chest and blew, whipping his head back and forth.

Shrieking with laughter, she grasped his hair to stop him. “Okay, okay! I know the difference now.”

The amusement died from his eyes, replaced by lust and something else she couldn’t identify. A hand slid into her hair, urging her closer. Slipping down his body a little, the heat of his skin seared her through the cloth separating them.

Lips touched, tasted, learned. One hand cupped her ass, holding her steady, while the other retreated from her hair. His wandering fingers tickled her back and skimmed across her hip. He caressed the crease of her thigh, inflaming her senses. The tingle became a raging torrent, one impossible to contain.

Tearing her mouth from his, she trailed kisses across his jaw and down his throat, nipping at his flesh. His pulse thudded against her lips. His ragged breathing was harsh and welcome in her ear.

“Put me down. I want to touch you,” she whispered against his neck.

As she unwrapped her legs from his waist, he slowly lowered her to the ground. Once her feet touched earth, she took a step back, anticipating the pleasure in removing his clothes.

Placing her hands on his hips, she inched them upwards, dragging his t-shirt higher. Slowly she revealed his taut stomach and hard chest dusted with crisp hair. Licking her lips, she leaned forward and flicked his nipple. A swirl of her tongue, and it tightened up, demanding more attention from her.

Tariq’s fingers dug into her hips. “You’re driving me crazy. I want to feel that tongue somewhere else.”

Feeling mischievous, she liberated him from his shirt and dropped her hands to the button on his jeans. Toying with it, she glanced up at him and said, “Somewhere around this area?”

“Maybe a little lower.”

“Oh? Here?” Her hand skimmed across his hipbone.

“Lower…”

And she touched his thigh.

“You’re killing me, darling.”

Stretching up on tiptoes, she breathed into his ear. “Why don’t you tell me exactly what you want me to do? I follow instructions quite well.”

A shudder went through his body, her words hanging in the air.

He brushed her hair back, exposing her neck. Lips against her sensitive skin, he said, “I want you on your knees, wrapping your hand around my aching cock, your mouth sucking me off. I want your tongue licking me. And then I want my face between your legs, your thighs squeezing me until I make you scream.”

She gasped in excitement, his words creating erotic images in her mind. The dichotomy between his proper, almost staid, exterior and the dirty talk excited her. Her fingers clenched, digging fingernails into his thighs. She barely restrained herself from ripping his jeans off and dropping to her knees.

Swallowing hard, she asked, “Is that it? I thought I said all three.”

“Greedy, huh?” She heard the smile in his voice.

“For you, yes. I want it all.”

“Once I have you dripping from the first orgasm, then I’ll bury myself deep inside you. Pound you until you come again. Make you scream my name until that’s all you can say. I want you on top of me, riding me to an orgasm. I want your breasts bouncing while you take everything you need.”

“Is it possible to have an orgasm from words alone?” Her mouth found his nipple, and she sucked, wishing for another body part.

“Take off my pants,” Tariq demanded.

Under normal circumstances, she would’ve balked at the order. However, in this she was eager to comply. Unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper, she knelt and stripped him naked. His hard cock bobbed next to her face, impatient for attention.

Wasting no time, she circled his flesh with her fingers, learning the feel of him. A long, solid lick on the underside ended with her sucking him between her lips. Fingers curled into her hair, encouraging her while Tariq’s hips surged forward.

She tightened her hold and stroked, using her tongue to create better suction. Picking up his rhythm, she kept pace with him, savouring the taste and feel of his cock. With her other hand, she cupped his balls, gently squeezing them.

“Ah darling, you’ll have me coming before I want to.” Drawing out of her mouth, he knelt beside her. “Lie down.”

Stretching out on the grass, she waited while he gazed at her naked body. His fingers shaped and molded her breasts, teasing her nipples. Bending, he licked first one and then the other. His free hand quested lower until it found the wet folds between her legs.

She spread her legs, inviting him in, needing more from him. Smart man that he was, he took the hint and kissed his way down her body. Settling between her thighs, he dropped a kiss on each hipbone before turning his attention to the spot aching for his mouth.

The first tentative lick had her sighing in bliss. The next lick was harder, and she clamped her legs on the side of his head. A chuckle vibrated her clit. He pried her legs apart and held her in place.

Flicking his tongue against her sensitive bundle of nerves, he placed an arm over her stomach, and the other one moved between her legs.

“Yes. Yes, please, use your fingers,” she begged, pleaded even, and didn’t care.

With a low moan, he complied, sinking his fingers inside, finding the right spot. She urged him on, past caring about anything except the feel of him and the orgasm building.

Faster, deeper, harder.

Her body stiffened. The orgasm ripped through her, and she rode the waves. Limp, sated and wrung out, she tried to catch her breath.

Tariq kissed his way upwards, paying attention to both her breasts.

“Now you don’t think we’re done, do you?” With a devilish grin, he arched an eyebrow at her. “I still have plans for your delectable body.”

He nudged her legs apart and settled between then, his hard cock telling her exactly what his plans involved.

“I’m yours to do with as you please,” she said while she rubbed her wet core against him, enjoying as he slipped between her folds.

“Yes, mine. All mine,” he muttered against her throat, his cock pushing deep inside her. As if his words opened a floodgate, he rained kisses on her neck and shoulders while his hips rocked back and forth.

His pace picked up, slamming into her with a ferocity that left her clinging to him, mindless with pleasure. She couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to breathe. Only wanted, needed, desired.

Another orgasm snuck up on her, demanding release. Closer and closer. Her body tightened, but release eluded her. She needed more.

In a swift move, Tariq pulled out of her and flipped her onto her hands and knees. He entered her, pounding hard. Fingers squeezed her ass.

“Do it, use your fingers. Get yourself off,” he ground out, maintaining his almost punishing pace.

Knowing exactly what he meant, she brought her fingers to her clit, rubbing it in just the right way. Sensitive, so sensitive. And so damn good.

The elusive orgasm ripped through her, and a scream burst from her throat.

“Oh fuck yes! Damn you’re so hot, so damn tight around my cock.” A loud groan followed his words, and he chased her over the edge. He slumped on top of her, both of them spent. “I never want to move again. You, my darling, are amazing.”