Roland was relentless, licking at her lips, circling her clitoris and piercing her with his tongue. Too soon she found herself on the edge of orgasming. Not wanting to go over the cliff alone, Natasha clamped down on her desire, reaching for Roland and gently pushing him away.
Roland looked up at his mate, his lips shiny with her. "I wasn't finished," he growled.
"Not fair," Natasha panted, finding it surprisingly difficult to put together coherent sentences. "I want a taste, too."
Roland's eyes flashed gold from where he rested between her thighs, his need shuddering down the mate bond. Eyes locked, he slid his arms under her thighs, grabbing her hips and rolling them over so that she ended up kneeling above him.
Natasha tried to turn herself around, groaning when instead, Roland lowered her back onto his mouth. Knees pressed on either side of his head, she watched as he tasted her.
Roland stared up at his mate, transfixed by the rise and fall of her full breasts as he circled her clitoris with his tongue, coaxing the tender nub out of its protective hood and into his mouth.
Natasha groaned, her body rocking forward on her knees as Roland sucked her into his mouth. Wet, warm suction pulled at her, tugging at her core until she couldn't stop the shuddering release that washed over her.
Roland growled against his mate, her release flooding his mouth. Drinking her down, he watched as her belly quivered above him, her body rocking against his mouth as she rode out her release.
"My turn," Natasha said, still panting, growling when Roland refused to release her.
"I want some more," Roland said, his thirst for her not yet quenched.
"Greedy bastard," Natasha said, playfully swiping at him. "Nothing says we both can't get what we want."
Natasha waited, the need to touch and taste and please riding her hard. She wanted him in her hands, her mouth. She wanted him under her and so deep inside of her that she couldn't tell where she ended and he began.
Roland read her need in her eyes, felt it through the bond and slowly peeled his fingers from her thighs.
Fresh desire spiked down the bond, Natasha's eyes glowing gold as she quickly turned herself around. Leaving herself positioned over Roland, Natasha bent her head and licked her way down her mate.
Roland shuddered, his hands clenching once again at his mate's thighs as her hot little tongue took a tour down his abdomen, her destination clear.
Natasha followed the path of dark hair lightly dusting her mate from navel to groin, a little hum of pleasure at the sight of him. Long and hard, his cock was fully erect, the thick shaft curving slightly away from his body.
Already, he wept for her. Reaching out with her tongue, she lapped at the bead of moisture leaking from his small slit.
Roland's hips jerked. "Tasha," he groaned.
Natasha responded to the need in his voice, reaching out with her tongue and swirling it around the swollen head of him before drawing him into her mouth.
Roland's moan was deep and guttural, emanating from his chest and vibrating beneath her. "Gods, have mercy," he muttered, as he was slowly surrounded by the wet heat of her mouth.
Natasha didn't tease. She took him all the way in, sliding down the length of him until he bumped up against the back of her throat. She wanted to take him all, adjusting her angle and stretching her jaw wide.
Roland closed his eyes, his grip on her hips probably turning painful as she swallowed, working the head of his cock with her throat muscles.
Natasha slowly slid back up the length of him, stopping with only the head of him still in her mouth. Sucking hard, she swirled her tongue around the sensitive bulb, dipping into the tip to taste him before sliding back down.
Roland growled, needing a distraction, he pulled her hips down, thrusting his tongue into her core.
Payback was a bitch.
Natasha groaned out her pleasure, the sound vibrating down the length of his shaft and settling in his balls.
Working his tongue in and out of her, Roland alternated between fucking her core and lapping at her clit. Above him, Natasha bobbed up and down on his cock, her body rocking against his face. Sweet cream slid down his mouth and chin, the taste of her earlier orgasm coating his tongue as his release barreled down on him.
"I want to be inside you when I cum," he told her, flipping her over once again. Rearing up, Roland grabbed himself and guided his cock to her core. Poised at her entrance, he stared down at his mate. "Every breath," he whispered, his voice hoarse as he slid in slowly. "Every breath brought me to you."
Natasha's heart soared. "You were meant for me," she told him.
Eyes locked, Roland began to move. Bringing their bodies together again and again, she filled him, her essence overflowing his soul even as her body stretched to accommodate him.
Natasha held on, her hands wrapped around Roland's forearms. Lifting her knees, she pressed them to his hips, opening herself up and allowing him deeper inside.
Roland growled as the head of his cock bumped against the entrance to her womb. Desire turned possessive, the need to mark his mate rushed up his spine. Pinning her hands above her head, Roland bent his head, brushing his nose against her neck.
Natasha tipped her head back, giving him the vulnerable skin at her throat. "Do it," Natasha ordered, layer upon layer of need rippling down the bond.
Roland reared back, his thrusts never losing time, and searched her face. Marking your mate was a throwback to their ancestors, to a time when a male would pin a female by her throat, ensuring she couldn't get away.
Natasha nodded, anticipation fluttering in her belly.
His mate rippled around him, her body clamping down and fisting his cock, sure signs of her certainty. Roland released her hands long enough to fist her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck once again.
Natasha hissed as Roland struck, his teeth clamping down on the muscle between neck and shoulder. She felt a burst of his power along the mate bond as he shifted enough to allow sharp canines to pierce her skin. Pleasure and pain exploded behind her eyes, rippling down into her core as she came. Pinned, marked by her mate, Natasha couldn't move, her body clenched tight as she shuddered through her release.
Roland snarled as her blood filled his mouth, his body hammering between her thighs as she came. The release he'd held back roared down his spine and slammed into his groin, shooting up his shaft as he emptied himself at her womb.
Natasha groaned, the heat of Roland's release sending her up and over again. Waves of pleasure rippled from her core, her already sensitive body shivered as Roland continued to move within her. Eventually, his body slowed, coming to rest between her legs.
Roland became aware of his teeth still sunk deep in his mate's neck. Carefully, he withdrew his canines, a wave of guilt washing up on the shore of his conscience when she winced. "I'm sorry," he whispered quietly, getting a good look at the bite mark.
"Don't be," Natasha said, her voice heavy. "I'm not."
Roland eased back, their bodies still joined at the core. Carefully, he searched her face. Surprise had him double checking the mate bond. She really was okay, her deep sense of satisfaction flowed down the bond, tinged with the kind of ache and exhaustion that could only come from a good round of loving.
Natasha smiled. She could practically feel her mate's wheels turning. "See," she said, knowing he was focused on the bond. "Never better."
Roland eased from her body, smiling when she whimpered at the loss of him. Rolling onto his back, he tucked her up against him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and holding her close.
"I love you," she whispered, the simple words coming easily.
"Not that long ago I would have wondered what I did to deserve you," he said, his fingers drawing little circles on her shoulder. "Now, I don't care. You're mine," he said fiercely, looking down at her.
"For a thousand years," she said.
"Forever."
CHAPTER NINE
Home Sweet Home...
Natasha smiled as she tugged up her jeans. Her body was blissfully sore, each ache associated with an image from last night. Roland had loved her throughout the night and into the early morning, reaching out for another touch, another taste until they tumbled into exhausted sleep.
Her body was still warm, tingling from where he'd stroked her awake. Sliding into her slowly, he'd pressed his face to the crook of her neck, loving her from behind. She could still feel the heat of his hand spanning the flat of her belly as he held her against him. He'd taken them up and over slowly, their release a quiet sigh that somehow sealed the door on the intimacy of the night.
Raising her hand, Natasha brushed her fingers across her lips. They still tingled from his departing kisses, Roland returning twice to slip between her lips before heading off in search of Nafarius and Marcus.
Natasha realized she was standing in the center of their burrow, a sappy smile on her face as she stared off into space. Damn, but that male drove her to distraction! Moving quickly, she tied back her hair and hurried to find Sam. With Maddie gone, it was a good bet the female hadn't eaten and would be halfway through burning breakfast.
Natasha stepped out of their burrow, surprised to find a pile of bags outside the entrance. Bending down, she opened the first one, revealing an assortment of jeans and shirts. The next bag was full of bras and underwear. "She didn't..." Natasha muttered, opening the last bag. Inside were the boots she'd bought while shopping with Sam and Maddie, the alpha female having convinced her Roland could spare the expense and would be happy to do so.
Retracing her steps, Natasha tossed everything on the bed and went to find Sam.
Sam was currently outside, glaring up at her mate. "You cannot be serious!"
"Sam..." Nafarius sighed, he should have known half assed explanations wouldn't hold her. "We need the rest of the food."
"But it can wait a few more days," she said. "Why do you need to send them back so soon?"
Nafarius had informed her that morning of his decision to send Roland and Natasha down to Roslyn for the rest of the meat. They would take a smaller group, leaving first thing in the morning.
Roland stood by, arms crossed over his chest. He was obviously unhappy with things but for a whole different reason.
"It's better if we do this now," Nafarius said.
Sam looked from Nafarius to Roland and back again, her eyes narrowing. "You're sending Natasha away so you can go after her father."
Nafarius frowned. "It's time," he said. He'd delayed enough as it was and it had nearly cost Maddie her life.
"I don't disagree with you," Sam said, but she knew how she would feel if it were her. "But - "
Sam cut off as she spied Natasha heading towards them.
"Hey," Natasha slipped her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, eyeing the obviously morose group. "Am I interrupting?"
"No," Nafarius said. "We were just talking about you."
Obviously. "I can come back later if you'd like to finish," Natasha offered, her voice light.
Nafarius didn't smile at her attempted humor. "I'm sending you and Roland back to Roslyn for the rest of the supplies. You leave tomorrow."
Natasha blinked. That was so not what she was expecting to hear. She thought for sure Nafarius was about to tell her he was going after her...
oh
.
Natasha looked from Nafarius to Sam, the alpha female was frowning, her lips pressed together in a thin line of displeasure.
Roland took a step towards Natasha, pulling up short when Nafarius held up his hand. He could feel her emotions suddenly churning along their bond.
Natasha looked from Roland to her alpha. Eyes locking, she searched Nafarius' face.
Nafarius met her gaze unflinchingly, he wouldn't apologize for doing what needed to be done. Nor would he apologize for wanting to protect her from it. No matter what she might think, she didn't need to be here for this. He would take care of her father, giving the male the most dignified death he could.
Natasha's eyes darted back and forth over the three of them. Swallowing past a sudden lump in her throat, she slipped her hands into the front pockets of her jeans, hunching her shoulders and dropping her eyes to the ground. "Well then, I...ah...I should go put together some things."
"Tasha," Roland said, her sadness making his heart ache.
"It's okay," Natasha said, offering him a watery smile. "I'll get us packed and see you later."
Roland watched as she turned on her heels and hurried away. "She knows."
Sam leaned around her mate to glare at her beta. "She's not stupid."
"Sam." Nafarius heaved a sigh. They'd been over this.
"If you send her away, she'll resent you," Sam warned her mate. "Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow. But some day she'll resent you for not letting her say goodbye."
"I can live with that," Nafarius said, watching Natasha disappear. She was his. She may be his beta's mate but she was his just the same. Her relationship with Roland just another reason to protect her. "If she's safe, I can live with the rest."
"I hope so," Sam said. "For both your sakes."
Nafarius watched his mate walk away, Sam following Natasha inside. "You should see to your mate," he told Roland.
"And you?" Roland asked. He was torn between his alpha and his mate. He didn't want Natasha anywhere near the confrontation between Nafarius and her father. But his need to protect her conflicted with his need to be beside his alpha.
Nafarius shook his head. "Sam needs some space."
Roland nodded and headed inside. Pausing, he looked back at his alpha. "You sure you won't reconsider taking me with you?"
"Will you reconsider letting Natasha stay?" Nafarius asked.
Roland's lips thinned at the no-win situation.