Condemned and Chosen (Sins of Wolves: The Safe Mountain Series) Page 6

  “She didn’t breach….” She cleared her throat. “Molly didn’t thrust her fingers inside me.

  It was almost like she –”

  “Was teasing you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Make no mistake. Given the chance, she would’ve thrust deep enough if she’d had to use a strap-on to make the difference.”

  “I don’t understand why my virginity status is so important to you.”

  “You’re my mate.”

  “Well surely to God some of you people have taken non-virgins before.”

  “Not as mates. Our ‘people’ as you say are prohibited. An old witch doctor placed a spell on the wolf shifters several generations ago. At that time, the shifters in the tribe had a rebellious nature, but they were still honorable. Most of the young men were committed warriors back then.” He took a deep breath. “The long and short of it is that a wagon train stopped near a village right outside their camp in the Northwest territory. The young warriors saw these beautiful fair-skinned women. They were dressed in nice clothes, smelled like fresh flowers, and had long legs just made for wrapping around a man’s waist. Anyway—”

  “I get the picture.”

  “Apparently not.” He selected his paddle. “There’s a reason I’m telling you the story and it goes way beyond telling you about the Sins of Wolves’ heritage.”

  She eyed the paddle. “My ass is already sore.”

  “Sir.” He slapped his hand with the slab of thick wood. “When we’re behind closed doors, you’ll always address me as Sir unless I tell you otherwise.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She shot him a grin. “Is there any chance you can finish the history lesson a little later, say after you fuck me, Sir?”

  He moved behind her and cradled his balls, wishing he wasn’t so fucking scared of mating for the first time. He slipped his hand over her bottom, rubbing the rough skin and wondering if one more lick would add too much pain or just enough pleasure.

  “I want to do terrible things to you,” he admitted, stroking her globe.

  “Please do them, Sir.”

  He gripped the paddle with a firmer hold. Do them? How could he do them when she was so young, so innocent?

  Chuck blew out a hard breath and delivered that first strike. She bucked under the weight of the fallen paddle and begged for another one as soon as the first wallop resounded. His cock twitched like crazy. He cleared his throat. “The story ends with the men cheating on their significant others. After the witch doctor discovered what they’d done as a group, she cast a spell on the tribe. Our ancestors would never bond with an experienced mate. They’d only find their true mates in the arms of an innocent.”

  “An experienced mate?”

  He struck again. “Yes.”

  She begged still harder.

  The spanking continued until he was certain his submissive woman wouldn’t walk for a week. Well, maybe she’d walk, but she would certainly think of him after every step. When he finished with her punishment, he grabbed a jar of soothing moisturizing cream and filled his palms with the lotion. As he rubbed her warm skin, he couldn’t help but smile at the old witch’s curse.

  “Funny how curses can often bring about the best of blessings,” Romy whispered, practically reading his mind.

  Noticing the tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, he leaned in and kissed her forehead. “You should’ve used your safe word.”

  “No, Sir,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I took a life. I deserved punishment.”

  “Don’t you go there, sub.” He knelt in front of her. “You saved at least two or three dozen more by putting to death the one person who had the power to destroy us.”

  “She may have had the power, but it didn’t mean she was planning to use it. She might have been bluffing. Ya know? I never stopped to consider that she might have been bluffing.”

  “She wasn’t.” He straightened his back and admired the beautiful woman who had definitely viewed her punishment as something more than he’d intended. He rose to his feet again and loosened the cuffs around her wrists. He helped her up and cradled her in his arms.

  Then, he grabbed a handful of condoms and lubricants from the adult assortment drawer and carried her to the closest bed.

  Lucky for him, Romy’s original room was straight down the hall

  Chapter Twelve

  Romy already felt a powerful connection, one she couldn’t explain. She’d been dying to make love to Chuck from the moment she’d discovered he belonged to her, but she acknowledged his hesitation and couldn’t help but wonder.

  Did he view her as damaged goods? Did he think of her as tainted, soiled in some way?

  As he lowered her to the bed, she longed to kiss him, yearned for that more intimate connection. Her head hit the pillow and he backed away. Before he was out of reach, she tugged at his sleeve. “Can you kiss me, Sir?”

  A gentle smile shaped his lips and he leaned down and placed soft pecks upon her mouth.

  Everywhere he kissed, he left behind a burning sensation, one that was torturous as much as it was sweet.

  She let him have his way as he guided the kisses, the way he kept his distance but still managed to give her what she needed. Each one lasted a little longer, but he didn’t offer to deepen the kiss. He didn’t thrust his tongue between her lips and greedily consume her.

  Instead, he made her want. He made her long for him in a way that was not only impossible to understand, but was also darn near petrifying. Once he really took hold of her, and showed her what he expected, taught her how to behave as his woman, she would never be the same again.

  Chuck sat beside her on the bed. He placed his palm between her breasts and her breath caught in her lungs. Dark shadows encircled his eyes. He took her hand in his and guided her fingers to her cunt. Placing her hand on her prickly mound, he whispered. “I want you waxed, sub.”

  “Now?”

  He laughed and his laughter was more hypnotic than a blockbuster song. “No, not now, sub. Soon. I want Laurel to give you a Brazilian.”

  She shuddered at the thought. Brittany had mentioned a Brazilian. Max had required it, and as best as she could tell, Brittany had been unimpressed with that decision.

  “Move your fingers back and forth like this.” He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers, particularly the middle one.

  She followed his request and wasn’t surprised when he gripped her wrist and shoved it to her pussy. “You want me to play with myself?”

  “Yes,” he replied, pulling his shirt over his head.

  She pushed her fingers between her pussy lips and twirled them right inside her channel.

  Her breasts felt fuller. Her stomach muscles tightened.

  Her gaze held at his hard body. Ripples of muscle lined his stomach. She longed to run her tongue over the defined shape of cut abs, hard flesh.

  Soon, she paid closer attention to his fingers as he unsnapped his slacks and slowly unzipped. Her mouth watered as he lowered his pants and boxers. His balls scrunched in between his thighs as he lifted one leg and then the other and stepped away from his clothes.

  “Keep your fingers inside your cunt,” he whispered, lowering himself to the bed.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He brushed her hair away from her face and pressed his lips to her forehead. She could feel the back of his knuckles tapping against her hip as he toyed with his cock, stroked and pulled at the hard wedge of masculine flesh nestled between their bodies.

  “Please let me touch you, Sir.”

  He kissed her lips then and the kiss was much different than before. This kiss was one he wanted her to remember.

  After only a moment of hesitation, he thrust between her lips and greedily consumed her tongue, fluttering his over hers. As their tongues dueled for control, he walked his fingers down her belly and guided her hand once again. Her fingers searched as they entered, but he never allowed her the opportunity to thrust deep.

  When he finally laced their
fingers together, she was certain she could come without a full penetration, but when he maneuvered her hand with his and showed her how he wanted her to stroke him, she knew the time had come. The moment was here.

  Chuck was seconds away from making her his woman.

  He was moments away from claiming her.

  As she squeezed his shaft, Chuck couldn’t help but think of the naughty things he wanted to do. She was hot for him. That was a given. He knew when he finally took her, Romy would be slippery and wet only for him.

  The thought triggered the sexual creature within and he rolled over her. Towering above her for a split second, he made love to her mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out until her lower half jerked and shimmied with the sensations he stirred within her.

  He slid down her body and positioned himself between her legs before he even had time to think of her response. Would she be scared, timid?

  Of course not, he reasoned. She’d already experienced Molly, at least to some degree. He wanted to pause then and demand details, but as the man overpowered the jealous wolf raging inside of him, he pushed her legs wider and kissed her trembling thighs, becoming drunk on her scent, on that well-earned sweet arousal seeping from her core and luring him right in.

  Going down on her was the greatest experience of his sexual life. He slowly introduced her to pleasure, pushing his tongue inside her passage and savoring her sweet taste as much as those muffled whimpers.

  “You can scream, baby.” He delivered a hard swat to her pussy and she jerked under the impact. She didn’t cry out. She didn’t yelp. She just bucked like hell. Again, he slapped her mound and once more, he earned the same response.

  It was then when he determined, there was one more small pleasure he could give her. He pressed his fingers to her clit and rolled the tight gem underneath the pads of his finger. And at the same time, he lowered his mouth to her forbidden entrance, the small pucker of her tender rosette pulsing with intricate pleasures as he took one slow swipe around the rim.

  Then, he indulged over and over again.

  “Chuck! Oh God, Sir!”

  He smiled to himself, realizing she wasn’t as worldly then as she’d tried to pretend earlier when she’d enjoyed her escapade with Molly. He came to an upright position and grabbed his slacks. Retrieving a condom, he suited up for a victorious end.

  Fingering her lightly, he whispered, “This might hurt.”

  “Then hurt me, Sir. And don’t stop hurting me until you’re sure I belong to you in every way that matters.”

  “When you leave my bed, you’ll definitely be mine.” His incisors clicked, locking below his teeth. Then, he unleashed the man and wolf, the carnal beast living within and the man who would always love, honor, and protect his mate, his beautiful and remarkable woman.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Thrust for thrust, she met him. He’d fucked her every which way this side of Sunday and he was still insatiable. A few times she’d grumbled, but each time he’d reminded her of his promise.

  When she left his bed, she’d belong to him.

  No wonder. No other man would be able to pry her legs apart by the time Chuck was through with her.

  As he emptied his seed inside another condom, she clenched around his pulsing member, wondering if all the mates felt this incredible connection, this indescribable need and overpowering sense of growing love.

  Chuck worked his hips from side to side and watched her as he loved her. “Want on top?”

  “I’ve been on top,” she reminded him, twirling her nipples because she had already figured out how much he loved watching her touch herself.

  “You can ride me again.” He rolled to his back and brought her over him. Quickly, he disposed of one condom and slipped on another.

  She lowered her body to his, clasping her hands behind her neck. She pushed her pelvis against his, rubbing her clit on his warm skin until she shivered with the anticipated climax. “Sir, I need to come.”

  “Not yet,” he rasped, grabbing her hips and driving into her.

  “Oh damn.” She gulped, thinking he would make her resist, knowing he would make her hold out until the very end.

  He pounded into her like a man with several missions. He thumped inside her sensitive pussy, going long and deep.

  Her mouth fell open. She cried out with each forceful penetration, understanding how crucial it was to wait, to hold out for his permission.

  “Sir, please.”

  “Not yet,” he grated out, pushing her to her side. He stayed buried inside her, thrusting higher and higher. “Hang on, baby. Wait it out with me.”

  He topped her again. This time, he came over her with purpose. Grabbing hold of the headboard, he slammed into her with even strokes, pushing high and deep, withdrawing and then throttling her with another round of incredible beats. Lowering his lips to her breast, he latched onto her nipple and drew the tender point between his teeth.

  “Now, sub.” He fucked with tremendous force then, crashing into her with speed and delivery. He forced the bend of her knee and worked his hips from right to left and to the right again.

  She not only screamed out his name, but she chanted it. And she was certain the whole world knew. She belonged to Chuck. She was his woman, his only mate. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The next morning, she awoke to an empty bed. After a quick shower, she stood in front of the mirror, admiring the love marks on her neck and chest. Remembering the way Chuck had loved her brought a smile to her face and tears of joy to her eyes.

  Her mate was strong and powerful. Her lover would protect and guard her. He enjoyed her sexually, but more importantly, he respected her. She had seen it in his eyes as he’d made love to her. She’d felt it in his touch as he’d drawn her against his chest in the middle of the night.

  “There you are.” Laurel’s voice startled her. Entering the bathroom without a second spared, she quickly said, “Chuck wanted me to ask you to join him in the sanctuary.”

  “I thought women were strictly prohibited in there.”

  She shrugged. “Guess Chuck changed the rules for you.”

  “Imagine.” She rubbed her wet hair with the soft royal blue towel. Aware of Laurel’s burning gaze on her bare chest, she asked, “Is something else on your mind?”

  Laurel frowned. “I haven’t mentioned my suspicions to Chuck.”

  “What might those be?”

  “I saw you with Molly.”

  “That’s understood.”

  “I saw how you responded to her.”

  “And?” Romy glared at the woman who not only knew her mate intimately, but had also grown very protective of the MC over the past ten years. She’d been with the club long before they began their crusade to save Sevier County’s young women.

  “You enjoyed her, Romy.”

  “So what if I did?” She dropped her towel in the laundry bin and strutted into her bedroom, the room she’d shared with her mate the night before.

  “Maybe I want to know what else you’re capable of.”

  Romy went to her closet and chose a T-shirt and pair of blue jeans. Without defending her actions, she hurriedly dressed. When she slipped on a pair of sneakers, she said, “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to save the club or protect its women.”

  “Does that include me?” Laurel asked as she passed her.

  Romy grinned. “Ah now, Mama, we both know you don’t need me to protect you.”

  “I’m a good ally, Romy.”

  Taking her simple statement as a blind threat, Romy said, “I’ll remember that.”

  She left Laurel downstairs and entered the sanctuary without knocking. The men rose from their seats, either out of surprise or from pure shock. Either way, their show of respect was appreciated.

  “Please, don’t get up.”

  Chuck shot her a wink. “A little late for that.”

  She went to him at once and gave him a saucy kiss upon the l
ips. He took her hand in his and addressed the club. “Last night, Romy and I consummated our relationship.”

  “As if we hadn’t already figured that one out for ourselves,” Brice said, chuckling.

  Max grunted. “Hell, no one slept a wink thanks to the thin walls down in the basement.”

  “What were you doing downstairs?” Romy asked.

  An impish smile marked its place on his face. “You’ll have to ask Brittany.”

  Chuck grabbed the gavel and slammed it against the table. “All right, fellas. Enough. We have pending business to discuss.”

  “In front of her?” Duke asked, frowning. “Since when do we talk business in front of our women?”

  “Last I checked, you didn’t have one,” Brice pointed out.

  The fellows muttered some smart ass sentiments to add to Brice’s jabs. Another slam of the gavel alerted them to the control Chuck refused to relinquish.

  “I asked Romy to join us because she helped me put two and two together last night. As some of you know, late yesterday our guys went out on a search and rescue.” He glanced at Romy. “They were too late.”

  Romy’s heart sank. She’d entered the sanctuary with a temporary feeling of jubilation and it had quickly evaporated. “Who was it?” She hated to ask for fear she’d discover another one of her friends had been marked.

  “Darlene McBerry.”

  The name didn’t ring a bell.

  “The point is, we failed Darlene when we should’ve saved her.” Chuck’s gaze settled on one club member before moving on to the next. “We should’ve protected her. She should’ve been here with us today.”

  “We can’t save them all, Chuck,” Brice said.

  “He’s right,” Max chimed in.

  Seeing a chance then, Romy said, “Would you feel the same way if we were discussing Brittany?”

  Max started to say something but when Chuck pointed the gavel at him, Max just bowed his head. “I’m sorry we lost one.”

  “Whenever we lose one, we have to ask why. Romy pointed out something yesterday, something I hadn’t even noticed. Our politicians, at least those who have led this country into the Age of Innocence, have started flaunting around pretty young women who are at their beck and call for one reason.”