Highland Beast Page 7

  Silas was laughing as he stepped onto the front porch to stare out at the roughly twenty huge wolves who watched him with jaws agape and lolling tongues. As one they followed the lead of the gray wolf, their alpha and lowered their heads in respect to the supreme leader of them all.

  Never one to bask in that sort of thing, he glanced behind him to see Martha outlined in the living room window. He turned back to the pack with a low growl and bounded from the porch, shifting in midair. And while the full moon hung orange in the Texas sky, he raced into the woods, the pack following close behind.

  Martha watched him leave with the others, feeling more alone than she’d felt in her whole miserable life. Yeah, she was pitiful. Feeling sorry for herself. So snap out of it! This wasn’t the first time she’d felt left out, isolated. It certainly wouldn’t be the last. Wiping away tears with the backs of her hands, she went into the bedroom and changed into a soft, oversized t-shirt and slipped on a pair of slouchy socks. Snatching up the throw that she kept tossed at the end of the couch, she lay down on the couch and covered herself with it.

  She must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing she knew Silas had her in his arms and was carrying her. “Silas?” she whispered, her voice rough from sleep. “Are you back already?”

  “Shh, lass. I have been gone for hours. Let me get you to bed when you belong.”

  No argument would be coming from her on that score. He was home now, safe and smelling as if he’d just stepped from the shower. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her cheek against his chest. Yes. He was a little damp and had obviously cleaned up after his night out with the gang. “Did you have fun?”

  “Yes. Now shush.” He reached down and pulled back the bedspread and sheets and settled her against the cool cotton.

  Martha looked up at him, saw the sparkle of pleasure that seemed to linger in his eyes. Reaching up, she stroked her fingers over his jaw. “Don’t worry. I’m awake now. I wanted to be alert when you got home but I guess that wasn’t going to happen. Do you want to talk about it?”

  Silas sat beside her on the bed and it was only then that she noticed he was completely naked, looking hunky and gorgeous. She wasn’t about to complain. Uh-uh. But then her smile of pleasure faded as his expression turned serious. “Not about the hunt. It went as hunts go. Though I must admit, it was pure pleasure to be with a pack again.”

  Fear, icy and terrifying, balled up inside her, making her ache but she had to know. Was he leaving her now? Forever? She sucked in a breath for courage. “What do you want to talk about, Silas? Um…you’re leaving now, aren’t you?”

  She wouldn’t reach for him. She wouldn’t do it no matter how much her heart might be ready to crash into a million pieces. But he surprised her by smiling. “Yes, but you must come with me, Martha.”

  “Why, Silas? Why do you want me to come with you?”

  Say it. Say it. Say the words.

  “Because you are my mate. I have known it from the beginning. It is a sign among our people when thoughts are shared as we share. Come with me and live as my mate.”

  She went quiet, absorbing it all until finally he stood and looked down at her. Showing his frustration, he sent his fingers through his damp hair. “Damn it, woman. I will stay here if you want. I know my place is in the Highlands but it can be here too, as long as you are with me.”

  Martha sat up in the bed as pleasure blasted through her. Still, she had to know. “Do you love me, Silas?”

  His golden eyes burned with intensity as he nodded sharply. “That I do. Do not keep me in suspense. I must know your feelings.”

  She flew from the bed and leaped into his arms, knowing he would catch her and hold her close. He’d given her the words she longed to hear and she could do nothing less than give them back. “Yes. Yes. Yes. I love you. Oh, I love you, Silas.” Martha covered his chest with kisses until he laughed out loud and drew back to look at her.

  He gripped her arms. “Do you want to become like me, love? Do you want to run the woods with me and our pack?”

  Feeling utterly goofy and completely in love, she grinned. “Well, I don’t know about the hunting thing yet. Sounds pretty gross but if it means I will be around to see us both become old and gray, then yes. Make me like you.”

  Silas drew in a deep breath and looked into her eyes. She sensed the solemnity of the occasion. Yes, he would make her a wolf, but this would be like her wedding night and she wanted everything to be perfect. Smiling, she settled her hand on his chest and felt his heart pounding sharply. She understood. Her own heart was doing a little tap dance now. “Wait here. Wait for me.”

  When he nodded and sank into a chair in the far corner of the room, she went to the bedside table and opened a drawer to take out a box of matches. She’d always been a sucker for scented candles so she went around the small room lighting every one she could find until the room was bathed in soft flickering light. She sensed Silas watching her every move and something about that had her nipples pearling tightly against the front of her t-shirt. As an afterthought, she went to her lingerie drawer and dug to the bottom until she found what she wanted.

  A few minutes later she bent to kiss him softly. “I’ll be damned if I will come to you tonight wearing slouchy socks and a t-shirt. Give me a minute.”

  His quick grin was wicked and devastatingly sexy. “I will be waiting.”

  She’d just reached for the knob on the bathroom door when his words stopped her. “Are you certain, Martha?”

  “Oh yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything. I’ll be back.”

  Martha took her time showering as she lathered herself with a herbal scent she liked a lot and then carefully shaved, going as far as to trim the area around her pussy. When she finished that, she wrapped her damp hair in a towel and rubbed a softly scented lotion on her body. Nothing was too much for tonight. No, she would never have the fancy white wedding that most women dreamed of but this wasn’t too shabby. As far as she was concerned this was her wedding night. Excitement rushed through her at the idea of what would come later. The thought of being bitten should terrify her but it didn’t. The eroticism of it all wasn’t lost on her and she knew Silas would rather die than hurt her.

  Finally she dried her curly hair, brushed her teeth and then quietly considered the lingerie she’d chosen from her drawer of very boring things. Years ago she’d bought this bit of blue fluff from a popular lingerie store at a mall. At the time she’d thought, why not? Why shouldn’t I buy something pretty just for me? By the time she’d gotten home and tried it on, she was scowling at her overly abundant curves and hadn’t been able to take the thing off fast enough.

  But now everything was different. Silas didn’t think of her as too curvy, too heavy. He thought she was sexy and beautiful just as she was. So why not? What would it hurt?

  “Nothing.”

  The word burst from her lips as she slid the sheer, dark blue confection over her head. The gown was short and featured little satin ties at the shoulders and at her waist. A tiny blue thong went with it. Martha’s eyes widened at the sight of herself all decked out like a porn star and started to chuckle softly. Nope, she wasn’t porn-star material but Silas would like to see the extra care she’d taken to make the night special.

  For him, she would do anything, and tonight would prove it to him once and for all.

  Giving herself one last look, she arranged a curl or two, took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. The room was dark except for the candlelight and very silent until she heard Silas’ quick intake of breath. She heard the creak of his chair as he stood and finally she saw his shadow, enormous against the wall as he stared at her. It was impossible to see the expression on his face but she knew very well the light from the bathroom illuminated her completely.

  She expected to feel shy at being exposed this way but Silas didn’t give her a moment to think about it. He stalked toward her then reached out to turn out the light. “You are beautiful, Marth
a.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  He took her hands and, walking backward, he brought her to the side of the bed. When had her knees become so wobbly, her breathing so unsteady? Glancing down the length of his massive body, she noted his cock had risen high and hard against his lower belly. Martha’s mouth went dry. “If I don’t touch you now, I think I’ll die.”

  “Then touch me. Touch me.”

  The low words sent her to her knees where she fisted her hands around the base of his cock and dragged them upward. Silas made a dark sound. It made her bold. Tenderly she played with his balls, drew her finger along the sensitive bundle of nerves that ran behind them and drew her tongue over the length of his erection. Slowly she played, loving the feel of him, the taste of him on her tongue. Finally she took him deep into her mouth to suck gently. Silas fisted his hands in her hair. Wanting to touch more of him, she trailed her hands over his taut thighs and ass. Tension radiated from him along with heat. Already she knew wolves were more hot natured than humans but this was over the top, even for Silas. He burned her. Over and over she touched and teased until she felt his hands go to the silly little ties at the shoulder of her nightgown. She felt the tug and the inevitable sliding of the fabric over her breasts.

  Reaching down, he drew her up and feasted his eyes on her bare breasts. The rest of the gown was caught by ties at her waist but he didn’t seem to notice. “Beautiful. You make me hot.”

  He filled his big hands with her breasts, squeezing and kneading until she felt her nipples, harder than pebbles rub against the palm of his hand. “My nipples, Silas. They ache.”

  Obliging her, he took them between his fingers to roll and tug and pinch. Martha’s head fell back. “Your mouth. Suck me.”

  “Yes.”

  His lips opened over her nipples as he obeyed her command. Pulling, drawing, feasting on her, he treated one breast and then the other to the delicious torture. She never wanted it to end but there was more to explore tonight. Martha reached out for his cock and began to stroke him until, with a low sound, he tugged the ties at her waist, letting the little bit of lingerie fall to the floor where it settled around her bare feet.

  This time Silas went to his knees as he sent his mouth on a hungry foray over her ribs, her belly. He stared at the tiny thong and smiled up at her. “Allow me.”

  Martha stilled as he bent his head, taking the top of the thong between his teeth. Slowly he drew it down her hips and legs until she was completely naked. Her pussy throbbed and quivered. Moisture rained from her body, dampening her inner thighs.

  From his position at her feet, Silas looked up again. “Show yourself to me, woman.”

  It was weird that someone as inexperienced as she knew what he meant but she did. Martha loved him and wanted to give him everything. Widening her stance, she reached down the length of her torso and trailed her fingers over the lips of her pussy.

  “More.”

  “Yes, Silas.”

  A second hand followed the path of the first and together they played through the hair covering her pussy, through the pink, wet folds her of flesh to findher clit swollen with need. Through it all, she watched him as he watched her. He was mesmerized. Silas’ sensual lower lip was slack. He traced his lips with his tongue as if he wanted to taste her, eat her. Martha’s body clenched in reaction, adding to the drenched state of her pussy.

  “It’s too much. Touch me, Silas. Now.”

  Growling low, he went to his feet and swept her up in his arms. Turning toward the bed, he lowered her to the mattress and dragged his mouth over her feet, her calves, her inner thighs. He grabbed her beneath her knees and gave a pull, drawing her closer, opening her. Then he bent his head to eat her out, mouth-fucking her until she was screaming and coming and screaming and coming. Oh God! Oh God!

  As pleasure raced through her system, Silas murmured words against her violently throbbing flesh, gentling her, bringing her down. But not too far apparently because suddenly she found herself spread out in the middle of the bed and Silas was on all fours, crawling toward her. Her eyes widened at the sight of his lupine teeth elongating in his mouth. If she didn’t love him so much, she would be terrified.

  Once again he grabbed her knees, bringing her legs out to the sides, and with no preliminaries because none were needed, he plunged his thick, hard cock deep into her willing body. Crying out, she clung to him as he began to thrust wildly, pumping hard and deep. Martha squeezed tightly, milking his shaft, loving the primal sounds he made as he fucked her. She came again, her back bowing sharply on the bed.

  Then suddenly he struck. He bared his teeth and sank them into her shoulder. Her sharp scream rent the air but then pain became pleasure as his cock widened, thickened, swelled to unbelievable proportions. It seemed all of her, every sensitive nook and cranny was filled to maximum capacity. A warm trickle of blood ran from her shoulder to her armpit but she barely noticed it. Caught up in the rapture of his fucking, his claiming, she could think of nothing but the wild flashes of heat shooting through her veins and curling low in her belly.

  Silas removed his teeth from her flesh and when he drew back, the look of possession and pride on his face brought tears to her eyes.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered. “My queen.”

  “Yes, yours always. I love you.”

  “Ah woman, you will kill me with this sweet pussy. I know it.”

  Again and again he pistoned into her body yet he could not remove his cock completely. He was absolutely right about them being stuck together. What the hell! She would make the most of it. Writhing against him, squeezing with all her power, she affixed her body to his in this most perfect mating. They were truly one. His strong, hard flesh brushed over nerves she didn’t know she had, took her higher than she’d ever been before.

  Martha cried out her pleasure again as she imploded around his thrusting erection. Tears poured from her eyes but Silas only kissed them away and began again. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? Who knew and who cared? She only knew she was experiencing the greatest pleasure of her life.

  Without warning Silas’ face hardened. His teeth flashed white as he snapped them. “Come for me again, Martha. Once more and you will be mine forever.”

  “Yes,” she whispered as her body spiraled out of control again. This time Silas came with her, blasting deep into her well-pleasured body. Immediately, she felt a loosening and knew his cock was returning to its normal size. She brushed kisses over his sweat-slicked chest, swept his nipples with her tongue. Silas groaned in response and moved to her side to gather her up in his arms.

  “Oh my,” she breathed.

  “Oh yes, sweet wife. We are well and truly mated.”

  “I’ll say.” She sighed and snuggled in. “So when will I become like you?

  “A savage wolf?”

  Martha laughed. “Yes. A savage wolf.”

  “Why you already are, my dearling. You are forever my beautiful wolf, my wife and my love. What do you think about coming to Scotland with your Highland husband?”

  Happiness burst like sunshine as she kissed him and looked into his eyes. “I love you. I would go anywhere with my Highland beast.”

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