Voiceless, p.12
Voiceless, page 12
part #1 of The Willowdale Village Collection Series
“Where the fuck are you guys, Dylan?” Luca growled, clearly frustrated.
“On a run,” I commented quietly, “but these two men almost saw us--”
“Fuck,” Hunter snarled as I tensed slightly. “Get back to the house. An unmarked SUV was seen parked on the outskirts of town, so it appears they decided to take a hike and test their limits. Fucking bastards.”
“I’ll get her back safely,” Dylan commented as I looked up at him, his wet nose dipping down to nuzzle mine. I felt a surge of affection that quickly seemed to change into something else. Something far more dangerous and hot.
I immediately cut off the group communication except for the two of us, shifting into my human form and turning bright pink at the lust surging through me. I huffed and laid back, closing my eyes and trying to remove the desire rolling over my body. So not the fucking time.
My attempts didn’t matter because Dylan shifted, his shirtless muscular body caged over mine as he looked over my expression.
I whimpered slightly, my entire body melting into the ground as he stared at me with a possessive and hot expression.
“Maker,” he groaned, almost looking pained as his nose trialed my neck. “You smell so fucking good.”
I arched underneath him, my body trembling with sharp and sudden need as my center exploded with heat. The growl that came from his lips had me assuming that he could smell how wet I was and I wanted him to take me on the forest floor. Just like this.
In a quick movement, he pushed up my shirt and kissed down my stomach causing my breathing to catch. The predatory edge to him causing both our animals to stay very close to the surface. I moaned as his tongue darted out and I dug my nails into the dirt underneath me in frustration.
“You are soaked, baby,” he hissed, tugging my leggings down in a sharp movement that made him aware of the lack of panties I had on.
My legs fell open automatically for him as he stared down at me, a feral sound escaping his throat. I moaned out in relief as his fingers skimmed my center. It wasn’t enough though.
Desire like I had never experienced rushed over me like a wave, and my body pulsated with desire so strong it was almost painful. My fingers bit into his shoulders as he growled, his eyes finding mine.
I cried out as he slipped a finger slowly into my tight center, his eyes tracking my expression as my own fluttered shut. A moan slipped from my mouth as he added another finger and began to finger fuck my pussy. My body broke out into a hot flush as I tried to pull at the waistband of his sweats, wanting him buried inside of me.
“Dylan,” I practically begged in a breathless voice. “I need you. Please. I need you so badly.”
Snarling, the man met my mouth with a possessive kiss as I pushed down the sweatpants he wore. My hand wrapped around his hard cock, my eyes widened at his size. Shit, man. I squeezed his length slightly, and he nipped my bottom lip while emitting a low rumble in his chest.
Without prelude, he pressed the head of his cock against me as I shivered, my legs opening more to welcome him. I inhaled sharply, was this a good time to tell him I was a virgin?
“Baby, I don’t know if this is your first time, and it doesn’t matter to me. Either way, it’s going to be amazing and I am fucking thrilled that my first time will be with you.”
How the fuck was this man a virgin?!
My eyes teared up as I grasped his face, his cock slipping in slightly and causing me to moan. “It’s my first time, too.”
“Fuck, that turns me on.” He growled against my lips and slid in further, his width making me feel impossibly full. “I want to fuck you bare, baby. Nothing separating us. If that’s not--”
“I want that, too,” I whispered in a whimper and then moaned as he slid home, a slight pinch incomparable to the pleasurable feeling of fullness that ran over me. Oh shit.
“Holy hell, woman, you are like a vice grip,” he ground out, his voice rough and deeper than normal.
“Please move,” I begged. And did he ever. I inhaled sharply as he covered my mouth with his. Probably smart considering the assholes who were hopefully long gone.
He began to move.
I clutched on to him tightly as he pumped in and out of me with smooth sliding movements, rolling his hips while hitting a white-hot point of pleasure. My eyes rolled back in my head. Fucking hell.
I could feel my pussy clutching him tightly, my clit rubbing against him as he slid completely balls deep into me each time, his hands moving to grip my waist in a bruising hold. My claws extended just slightly as my fox whined in need, wanting to place a mating mark, something I could feel his wolf also wanted.
His eyes were way more gold than usual and his canines looked extra sharp, adding to the lethal sexiness of his movement. It was overwhelming and way too fucking much.
My center exploded on his cock as my first orgasm washed over me, my body soaring in relief. Fuck. I’d needed that.
“I’m going to mark the fuck out of you.” He snarled as I whimpered, clutching him closer.
I moaned out as he really drilled home and I licked my lips before biting down on his neck causing him to let out a feral sound. The primal sound elicited a needy sound of my own, as he flipped me over and rammed into me from behind. I whimpered as he fucked me like an animal, his hips moving against mine as I pressed my ass back into him. I could feel my fox taking over and fuck, was she turned on.
“Come with me, baby,” Dylan demanded as I moaned out my release, his savage and sudden bite mark on my shoulder triggering it. His arms caught me as my body fell forward and he pulled me against his solid form, the two of us pressed into the forest floor as he continued to pump into me, his pace slowing.
Blood tainted the air from our mating mark, but an overall sense of relief flowed through our connection. I could feel his desire and contentment like it was my own. Holy hell.
“Colette,” he whispered softly. His voice sounded shocked and emotional. “I know this sounds crazy but I think I’m falling in love with... fuck I think I already am in love with you.”
Tears sprung in my eyes as he rolled me, adoration filling his face as I smiled. “I know this is so new, but... Dylan, ever since that night, you’ve become so important to me. I feel like you’ve been in my life forever and for the first time you made me feel like I was being heard for once--”
“Colette, baby--”
“No, I’m serious, Dylan. No one has ever made me laugh or smile as much as you have. I am falling for you big time. I have never felt as strongly towards anyone as I do towards you three. I love you. I know it’s way too soon, but everything inside of me is instinctually telling me that it's true--”
His lips collided with mine as I moaned against him, finally feeling like I could relax. Dylan Graves was absolutely mine. I was falling hard for my mates and I could only hope the other two felt the same way.
13
Luca Graves
I had known the moment that my brother and Colette officially mated. It helped that she’d come back with mud on her skin, a relaxed, sated smile, and a savage bite on her shoulder. She’d fallen asleep, after a shower, almost immediately between me and Hunter.
Dylan decided to take a night shift considering shit had accelerated with the unmarked vehicle assholes. It scared the shit out of me that they’d been so damn close to those assholes today.
I had told the men to confront them last night, but they’d not shown up again. No one had seen a trace of them, so this Saturday morning I was on edge, to say the least. I was trying to distract myself and it was actually fairly easy considering I loved watching Colette work in her element.
The open house we’d decided to hold for the studio? An absolute success. I recognized a lot of the families from our pack, but there were others as well. I sat at one of the sign up tables to gauge interest, Dylan sitting next to me, and both of us staring stupidly at our beautiful mate. I wasn’t positive if I had drool coming out of my mouth or not, but if I didn’t, it was only a matter of time.
This morning Colette’s hair was pulled up into a tight bun and her body was dressed in a leotard, tights, and insulated warm up pants, as she called them. She looked like a music box ballerina. It suited her perfectly. That was the only way I could describe it.
Lena stood next to her translating the sign language she was using, which was amusing because I knew they could have done it mentally but that would have been hard to explain. It was a fantastic event and the only thing that soiled it was that she wasn’t in my arms… well, that and all the men looking at her but I had a feeling that would be impossible to avoid.
Colette hadn’t bothered covering up her mating mark despite it being bruised and looking like an extreme hickey, choosing to wear it like a badge. My wolf was somewhat pissed that it wasn’t our mark but it still kept any male shifters away which made me exceptionally happy.
Dylan sat next to me, looking beyond pleased, while humming a tune under his breath. Something I should have found annoying, but truth be told I was glad he was so happy.
I tilted my head in thought as something occurred to me.
“Did you talk about protection?” I asked curiously, talking as quietly as I could, happy there was music on.
Dylan nodded and spoke quietly. “Neither of us wanted anything between us, I was absolutely not going to try to persuade her differently.”
My smile grew. Good. That was perfect with me. I wasn’t positive if she was on birth control or not but if she was then we could have that conversation and if she wasn’t then let nature take its course, right?
This was becoming past the point of possessiveness, rather it felt like my natural instincts, ones I repressed for so long, were forcing themselves to the forefront of my mind and actions. One of them? Having pups with my mate. I legitimately wanted to have a baby, or several, with Colette. I tried to swallow a low rumble from my chest at that thought, but I didn’t think it completely worked.
“Where is Hunter?” Dylan asked in an obvious attempt to distract me.
“Hm?” I arched a brow. “Oh, probably outside talking to Liam.”
“You would think Lena would put these poor guys out of their misery,” Dylan chuckled as I shrugged. I saw Colette’s eyes shift over Dylan and then myself, her cheeks heating when she realized she had been caught staring.
Fuck. Why was that so hot?
Honestly, the mix of slight naivety and coy sexiness fucking killed me. I inhaled sharply, annoyed as someone not from our pack approached her. He had a little boy with him that seemed nervous and I could tell his dad seemed somewhat annoyed with him. He was also staring at my fucking mate.
Lena offered me a look, and I grunted, standing up and making sure pens were available near the sheet in front of me that had a running list of names for Ballet ages twelve to fifteen. I had no idea what that meant, but I was glad she had a lot of names on there. My sister left the very awkward conversation going on as I approached.
“Daddy,” the kid pulled on his hand, “will we be able to sign up for classes today?”
His father’s jaw clenched as he looked away from Colette’s sweet gaze on the boy. He spoke harshly, “Now, Ashton, you don’t really want to sign up for dance, do you. It’s for pretty girls like Miss Allard here.”
Soon to be Mrs. Graves.
“Actually,” I looked at the elemental mage as he snapped his head up suddenly looking paler “dance is for anyone that enjoys it. At least, that’s my understanding. Right, angel?”
Colette nodded sweetly as the man grunted. “Well then, we will be sure to sign him up.”
“I’m going to steal my mate here for a bit, the sheets are on all the tables,” I noted dismissively as Colette’s small laughter rang out in my head. I could tell she found my slight jealousy hilarious. I wanted to spank her for that, but also kiss the hell out of her.
“I’m going to kill that bastard,” I sent the thought as she shook with laughter, my steps taking us towards her office. I ushered her into the room and closed the door, my smile apparent as I dipped my head and grazed her lips.
“You find my jealousy funny?” I arched a brow as she laughed out loud, the sound sweet and beautiful.
“You have nothing to be jealous of, ever. But yes, your reaction was a bit funny.” She nibbled her lip as I shook my head, pressing my lips to hers, hating the distance between the two of us.
A low growl came from my throat as I easily picked her up, her grip tightening on me as I explored her sweet mouth. My cock pulsed against her center as I laid her out on the empty desk, loving how flushed and turned on she was, her pupils large and lips parted.
“I can tell I am going to hate dance clothes,” I muttered, pulling her warm-up pants off leaving her in black tights and this skin-tight leotard, her nipples hard and pressed to the material. I groaned, flicking the straps off her shoulders and peeling the material down to her waist, suddenly wishing I’d locked the door. Oh well.
“Luca!” She moaned as my name echoed through our connection, my tongue swirling around her nipple before I bit down on it gently. Her hips instinctually moved against mine so that she was rubbing her center against my rigid cock. There were way too many fucking layers separating us.
“Hell, Colette,” I groaned, “I need you, baby. I don’t want you going out there without my mark and cum on you.” That would make me feel better. Right? God, I fucking hoped so.
“Please,” she whimpered as I pulled down her leotard and ripped her tights in the process. I heard the music grow louder in the other room and I was suddenly thankful for my brothers. Not that it would have stopped me but this was her business.
“You are so goddamn beautiful,” I mumbled as she tightened her legs around me.
Kneeling down, I tugged her hips towards me in a sharp movement and brought my lips to her center.
She let out a small frustrated sound before I placed a hand on her mouth, her body trembling with need as I began to devour her center. Her sugary taste and the way she moved against me had my cock pulsating to the point of pain.
Fuck, I wanted to be inside of her so fucking bad it was unreal. I grazed her clit with my teeth and she jumped, shuddering as a climax washed over her. She’d been wet before, but I moaned as her release coated my fucking lips.
“God, I want to fucking destroy you,” I growled and stood, unbuckling and pushing down my pants as my cock sprung up and bobbed, pointing right at her.
She whimpered as her eyes widened on the piercing I had at the end of my cock. Something from a time when I was more carefree than I was now, but the way her eyes dilated made me glad I had kept it.
I pressed against her center, knowing she was probably a bit sore from yesterday, but the moan I absorbed from her lips had me confirming that she didn’t mind. Her legs completely spread for me as I slammed home, causing her to shudder underneath me.
Fuck. I could feel her contracting around me and I began to fuck her like a wild animal, not caring how much noise we were making. All that mattered in that moment was covering every single inch of this woman with my scent. Her nails grew sharper as her eyes turned almost black like her fox, her body trembling in need of a release that only came from biting your mate.
“Bite me, angel,” I demanded as she immediately bit my pulse point. I groaned her name as my cum rushed up my cock and I flooded her tight pussy, ripping away from her bite to leave my own.
She tightened and shuddered around me, causing me to only cum more. I could feel our connection snap in place and I almost fucking blacked out at how tight she squeezed me.
“Holy shit,” she mumbled as I pulled back.
My eyes widened finding blood on her lips and I could see I had bit really fucking deep on the opposite side of her neck as Dylan. Bloody hell, we looked horrible. My cock flexed inside of her as my wolf rumbled, not agreeing in the least.
“I hadn’t thought it would get that far.” I chuckled softly and nipped her bottom lip. “But shit, angel, that was amazing.”
She flushed and as I pulled out about half way she winced slightly; I frowned knowing that she probably needed a hot bath. I looked down at her torn clothes, still inside of her, and she laughed slightly. It wasn’t funny. I had no fucking idea what to do. She sure as hell wasn’t going out there naked, a frown flickering onto my face at the thought.
“Give me the leotard,” she explained, her eyes sparkling with amusement still. “It will work with the pants until I can shower and change.”
I growled at that and pushed deeper back into her, “I don’t want you to shower. I want my cum on you and inside of you so that everyone knows you're mine.”
“Pretty sure the bite mark will help,” she teased but squeezed around me, clearly liking my words.
I kissed her softly and spoke through our connection. “You haven’t used protection with my brother or I, are you on birth control?”
Her cheeks went pink as her eyes darkened slightly but I was pretty sure it was with lust. “No, my parents wouldn’t let me have it and wouldn’t give me a reason. I went to a health care clinic where they wrote me the prescription and everything, but when my parents found it they got so mad I didn’t want to risk it. It wasn’t like I was sleeping with anyone as it was. I had been planning to start, but it's been a bit of a crazy week…”
“Do you want to start?” I asked as she trailed off.
Her eyes widened, and she turned redder, suddenly looking more cautious. “I mean, I think it may be a bit late for that. I don’t know how you guys feel about kids and well, anything past dating actually. I don’t wanna assume we’d get married, I know we are living together--”
“Of course we are getting married.” I scowled as her smile brightened. “And I would love it if you got pregnant. But I also want you to be comfortable with that. If not, we can get you in contact with a doctor as soon as tomorrow.”
“Can we see what happens?” she asked softly after a moment of examining my face, looking excited and nervous. “Let nature take its course?”
