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  He rasped his chin across her nipple. “Not until I have my due.” Then he opened his mouth wide and sucked as much of her plump breast into his mouth as he could hold. With one hand holding her wrists away, he dragged the other down her body, following the honed and rippling muscles of her abdomen and hips. Arching his middle over her, he made room to sink his fingers between her legs and into her silky, slick cunt.

  Her body betrayed her instantly. Stasia’s hot pussy released a stream of molten excitement that coated the fingers shoving deep inside her.

  Alec groaned, pleased beyond words at her response. His own body reacted to her quickening pulse with a hardening that threatened to release the wolf. He let go first of her breast, then her hands and scooted farther down her body. When his nose nudged her pussy, Stasia whimpered, but her thighs spread wide.

  Pulling out his fingers, he parted her dripping flesh and tongued the edges of the thin quivering lips, while dipping between to lave the cream her body offered. His tongue lapped inside, sliding over the silken folds, stretching to caress her inner walls as her hips jerked and rolled beneath his mouth.

  He spread her sex wider and pressed a thumb to pull up the delicate skin that shrouded her hard clit. Exposed and engorged, it ripened further as Alec rubbed his thumb in ever tightening circles. A sliver of moonlight revealed the swollen pink lips below were darkening as her passion increased.

  “Too much. Alec, it’s too much!” she keened.

  He tongued her clit and murmured, “Sensitive here, are you?”

  “Please, Alec,” she sobbed. “Please stop.”

  Regret thrust a shard of ice into his chest. “Can’t, baby.” Even if I could. “I’m hard as a rock—ready to explode if I don’t have you now.”

  “I hate you,” she said, her voice hoarse.

  “Do you?” Maybe she does. “I don’t give a damn. Long as you want me,” he lied, plucking her clit between his thumb and finger.

  Her belly and legs vibrated, and she hiccoughed. “I don’t want you.”

  “Liar.” Alec crawled up her slender body, sliding his skin over hers, eliciting shivers as his chest hair grazed her inner thighs, her belly and her breasts. “Little liar,” he whispered again, settling his hips between her widespread legs.

  When his cock poised at her sucking entrance, he rose on his arms and stared down into her moist eyes.

  “Just get it fucking over with,” she said, her voice and face tight.

  With her pussy caressing the head of his cock, a flush of anger heated his skin. The little bitch would never give him an inch—but he could take—and she’d love it. To prove his point, he speared into her, hard and sharp.

  Stasia gasped and convulsed around him, her cunt rippling, squeezing—her channel tightening along his shaft to pull him deeper.

  He lunged his hips, tunneling deep, and then arched to withdraw and slam back inside. The tug and pull became relentless, instinctive motions—again, again, and again.

  Her silken sheath caressed his shaft. Her hips tilted to take him deeper still. Her hands clutched his buttocks, her nails spearing his skin. All the while her head thrashed restlessly as she snarled her defiance.

  Inflamed by her growling response, he pounded into her tight cunt with little rhythm or grace—just answering a need to mark her, stretch her—brand her as his with each deep, hard stroke. And yet, he wanted to be deeper still.

  He pulled away and flipped her onto her stomach.

  Stasia came to her knees and bolted forward to escape, but Alex understood now. He grasped her hips and steadied her for just a moment, and then slammed inside her again.

  She screamed and clawed at the ground in front of her, cursing his name.

  But Alec hammered at her, so sharp his belly and thighs slapped her skin, the sound joining the wet slurping of their sexes gliding together, and their moans as they raced to the finish.

  “Alec—”

  “Baby, I want your howls.”

  “Never! Bastard, stop!” she sobbed.

  Alec had a moment of doubt, so anguished was her cry—but then she howled, her pussy clasping his cock hard as she slammed back to meet his strokes. Her inner muscles dragged at his dick, sucking him into her body. Let her try to deny she wants me now!

  His knees ground into the dirt, his thighs hardening to stone as he hammered faster.

  Stasia’s cries grew choppy, breathless, and her shoulders slumped to the ground.

  Alec reached around her belly, fingers plucking a breast and tapping her clit.

  Her bottom lifted into his hips, giving him deeper access, and she squirmed to press as close to his groin she could get.

  Christ! She was tight and hot as hell. Cream smeared her thighs and his.

  Then his balls erupted, pushing cum through his cock to jet deep into her body. His howl joined hers, wrapping tight around her cry as his body hunched over hers—ending when his teeth gripped her shoulder.

  He held her like that for long moments afterward, rocking his hips against her bottom, his arms encircling her belly so tight she gasped for breath.

  When her arms shook with the effort to hold them both up, he relaxed his grip and disengaged his teeth. “Are you all right?” he asked, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder.

  She nodded, her chest expanding with her deep breaths. “Now will you get off me?” she said, her voice shaking.

  She’d done it again. Made him feel like a ravaging beast when he knew this was exactly what she wanted. His fingers bit into a breast, punishing her for rejecting him again. “Why, Stasia?”

  “I’m going to be eating dirt if you don’t get your weight off my back.”

  Still stuffed deep inside her, he lifted and sat back on his haunches, bringing her with him. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

  She remained stiff and unyielding in his arms. “I should ask you the same thing. Why?” She drew in a deep, jagged breath. “I’m not what you’ve been searching for. I’m not really what you want.”

  Alec gripped her chin and turned her so their gazes met. “What the fuck are you talking about? What do you think I’m doing here?”

  She lifted an eyebrow, disdain curving her lips. “Getting a workout? Maybe, getting a little revenge on Max?”

  “That’s not true,” he said, frustration roughening his voice.

  “No?” Her gaze swept down to where his hands bracketed her chest and slowly back up again. When her glance met his, raw, painful anger shone in her eyes. “Then tell me you haven’t been looking for a way into the vamp headquarters to get at that breeder.”

  It was an effort to keep his gaze level. “I haven’t been back,” he hedged.

  “That doesn’t mean you haven’t been keeping tabs. You’re just waiting for her to drop her vampire cubs before you take her.”

  “If I take her, that won’t mean I want her. I have to do it.”

  “And what about me? When you have her in your bed, where will that leave me?”

  Did she care, or was pride the source of the ragged note in her voice? “I won’t abandon you,” he said softly.

  Pain, raw and honest shone in her dark eyes. “Then tell me you don’t need her.”

  “I don’t want her,” he said, holding her gaze. “But the clan needs her womb.”

  “Why does she have to bear your children?”

  “Because I’m the alpha. And because I’m strongest, I’m the best hope for our clan’s existence.”

  “And if I were a breeder, would you need her?”

  The poignant note in her voice caused a tightening in his chest. “Well, you’re not. You’ll never bear children. Should I ignore our ways? I’m not my brother. I won’t turn my back on my clan.” He cupped her chin, not letting her turn from his gaze. “I won’t turn my back on you.”

  “But you left before…with Max.” Her expression was defiant, but that sexy upper lip trembled.

  He stroked her lip with his thumb. “I didn’t have anyone keeping me h
ere.”

  She drew back her head, ending the caress. “Did you love me then?”

  His glance slipped away. “I cared. I didn’t like that he left you without ever looking back. It was harsh, but at the time we both had a mission.”

  Her gaze narrowed. “You liked to watch us make love. Me and Max. And not just once.”

  His arms tightened around her. “Didn’t look like love to me.”

  “Does this look like love?” she said, pointing to the indentions in her shoulder.

  His hands bit into her belly, but he didn’t answer.

  “Tell me,” she said, her voice roughening, “do you love me now?”

  Alec drew in a deep breath. He’d never lie to her—even if it hurt. “Stasia, I’ll marry you.”

  Her eyelids dipped, concealing the thoughts that shimmered in her almond eyes. Her lush upper lip lifted in a snarl. “No thanks. Our bed would be too crowded,” she said, her tone flat. “Besides, I think I deserve more than obligation.”

  “I’m not looking for a breeder for a wife. But I must honor our ways, protect our destiny.”

  “Fine. I understand,” she said, her voice tight. She pried away his hands and he let them fall away. “Same time tomorrow, Sheriff?”

  Frustration, and more than a little guilt, had him heaving a deep sigh. “Dammit, Stasia.”

  “Can’t have it both ways, Alec. You either love me or you don’t. You marry me or you seek your breeder. In the meantime, you owe me answers.” She rose off his lap and lifted her nose to the air. “I wonder how far from the station we are.”

  He took a deep breath, not finding it easy to return to prosaic conversation with his waning cock growing cold. “We have a long walk back.”

  “Damn, and I’m sticky,” she said, thrusting a hand between her legs, a look of disgust wrinkling her forehead.

  “That I can do something about.” His hands reached up and gripped her ass, pulling her toward him.

  Her footsteps were leaden, but she came, her chin lifting to show her resentment.

  This time, Alec’s hands coaxed rather than demanded, until she stood, legs braced apart, her pussy poised before his mouth. He bent to take the longest rivulets of liquid that leaked down her legs, working his way upward.

  Her rigid stance relaxed and she swayed, angling her legs apart, begging him silently to come to her center.

  Relief, and an emotion he’d sooner tamp deep inside, swept over him. He sucked her hot, swollen lips into his mouth, bathing them with his tongue, then cooling her hot flesh by blowing softly over them—offering an apology he couldn’t voice.

  When her fingers threaded through his hair, he accepted the invitation without comment and licked between the folds, parting them gently. He massaged her pussy while he drank, thumbing her clit until she moaned and pulsed her thighs and hips, sliding her cunt against his mouth and tongue, faster and faster.

  Alec resisted her growing insistence and drew out her arousal, sucking on her until she squirmed and begged.

  The begging earned her completion, and he fluttered his tongue on her clit and suckled it, not stopping until she groaned and collapsed against him.

  Alec hugged her body, resting his hot cheek against her belly until she remembered who he was, and drew back.

  Finally, he stood and grasped her hand to lead her from the forest. “Now you’ve earned your answers.”

  Chapter Five

  Stasia McGwyre fumed as she drew her blue jeans over her hips. Still sticky and hot, she knew the guys in the station would smell the scent of sex clinging to her body. They’d share smirks and knowing glances and think she was still the dutiful little bitch to the clan’s alpha male.

  She’d been there. Done that. With Max when he’d had his choice of mates.

  When her brother Todd had been the ranking male, her stature as one of his familial females had raised her above the sniffing of the local dogs. Now she was back to square one.

  And all because another Weir crooked his finger to make her his.

  Alec finished dressing and leaned against her pickup, watching as she drew on her boots. Her fingers shook and her stomach jumped, afraid to lean over and present a view he couldn’t resist exploring. It didn’t take much to turn on the horn-dog.

  She berated herself for betraying her attraction in the woods. Having fought hard to wrest control of her passionate nature, she hated Alec for the ease with which he’d knocked down her walls.

  The man who had the power to arouse her had the power to destroy her, unless she could tip the scales in her favor.

  “Didn’t take you near as long to get those off,” he grumbled.

  Stasia gave him a chilling stare, but his lips lifted in a grin. She straightened and strode toward the station house without replying. He was trying to draw her into another argument, and she wasn’t going to be led. He may have power over her body, but she controlled what went on inside.

  It seemed all the deputies on duty, and even a few who worked the early morning shift, had gathered in the station. When Stasia and Alec drew near, their conversation halted and they looked up, excitement tightening their features.

  Her brother Todd gave her a quick once-over, and his lips thinned in disapproval.

  Stasia glared and tilted her chin, pretending indifference. But she couldn’t resist lifting a hand to her hair and wondered if she still had leaves clinging to the strands.

  “They’re both in the pit, waiting for you, Sheriff,” Todd said, a note of insolence in his voice. Todd still smarted at how easily an accountant had bested him in the trial.

  Alec nodded, not seeming to notice his deputy’s disrespect, and continued past the line of officers. “Get out on the road,” he threw over his shoulder. “Make sure we don’t have more bloodsuckers making their way into town.”

  Stasia followed on his heels as he headed away, staying quiet so as not to underline her presence. She had to get into the pit to see for herself.

  The steps down into the basement of the one hundred and twenty year-old station house were narrow and lit by a single naked light bulb. The air was moist and smelled slightly of mildew. Stasia sniffed and caught two other distinctive scents below.

  One she’d know anywhere if she lived to be a thousand years old. The other, a mix of masculine musk and elusive almond corpse, was a smell she hadn’t experienced often, living this deep in were-held territory.

  A vampire. Max truly had dared to commit the offense!

  Her heart pounded faster, and she had to consciously rein in her were-beast lurking just beneath the surface. She followed Alec past storage cages to the specially designed cell at the end of the basement, fighting the urge turning on the tap of liquid lust that seeped a slow drip between her legs.

  Thick steel bars, set deep in concrete, ringed a dark cell. Alec flicked on a light shaded to shine directly into the faces of the two captives.

  “Dammit, Alec. Are we still playing games?” Max growled.

  That deep-throated rumble made her body weep faster. Stasia couldn’t help it. She reminded herself Max wasn’t the wolf she’d known before, but her body remembered the sex and her panties drenched.

  Unforgettable, harsh, uber-alpha sex.

  “Who’s playing?” Alec murmured and leaned back against the wall, in mocking indifference. “I’m here. So, talk first. Then I’m going to dust your buddy.”

  “Now you wait a damn minute!” Max stalked across the cell to stand as close to Alec as steel would allow. “We’re here for a reason. This concerns the clan.”

  “You know the rules, brother. And you knew what you risked when you brought that parasite here.” He canted his head. “Hell, you know you’re not any more welcome around here than he is…unless he’s your peace offering.”

  “Alec…” Max’s voice trailed off in warning.

  Stasia wondered at the enmity she sensed between the two. Once, they’d been as close as any two brothers could be. Since returning to Dark Mountain, Alec ha
d kept silent regarding Max other than to say his brother preferred life among the vampires since taking one as a lover.

  Stasia had died a little that day. Hope that Max would return to claim her dried up and a bitter anger filled her. She’d been good enough to fuck, but not to love. Despite her pedigree and rank among the clan, her barren womb placed a ceiling on her aspirations.

  “Goddammit, let us out of here!” Max roared.

  The tension in the basement was thick enough to taste. The heady mix of male sweat and testosterone had her salivating and fighting the urge to sniff the air and drag the scent deep into her nose and savor it on her tongue.

  If they’d faced each other in their animal forms, hackles would be raised and teeth bared. As it was, Max’s square jaw rippled with rage and Alec’s strong back was taut. The rift between the brothers appeared deep as a mountain chasm.

  Her interest piqued at their animosity—as did the edge of sensual tension still gripping her body after Alec’s surprising aggression in the woods.

  Max. Alec. Two dominant alphas from the same ancient lineage.

  Perhaps they shared more in common than she’d originally thought.

  Stasia’s glance rested on one then the other, measuring, assessing. The Max she remembered hadn’t changed—he was still a mountain of ridged, tensed muscle. She’d cupped the hills, licked her way along the valleys and scaled sheer agonizing pleasure when she’d sheathed his enormous cock.

  Tonight, Alec didn’t seem so lost in his overpowering shadow.

  Physically, both were tall and broad-shouldered, although Alec was leaner of frame. In the glare of the bright bulb, both their faces were harshly etched—both their bodies were held rigid and wary as they circled—only stopped short of a true challenge by the steel cage.

  But where Max was dark as a moonless night, Alec was a blond Viking. How he’d hidden that brawn beneath an accountant’s bland façade during his time in vamp territory was a wonder. Stasia swallowed to wet her dry mouth and shifted to ease the ache between her legs.

  “Alec!” Max gripped the steel bars so hard his shoulders flexed. “You know I wouldn’t have brought him here if this wasn’t an emergency.”