Page 33 of Bane of Hate and Silver (Primordial Inheritance #1)

The boy scoffed. “Some maniacs burnt it down.” The boy stood and walked around his mother.

Head held high he approached Carson. “Maybe you heard about it.” Carson had the urge to punch the little bastard in the mouth for the way he was speaking to his Alpha.

Ricky set his plate down on the counter by the sink, smirked once at Carson, and turned away.

Carson took a small step forward but Demetria stepped between them, addressing her son. “What are your plans today, Ricky?”

Carson walked up behind her and placed his arms around her from behind.

Fingers inches from her waist band and itching to rip the joggers she wore off her.

His cock twitched at the thought. Get rid of the kid and he’d have her on her face, cunt splayed open over the kitchen table, balls deep before she could count to three.

“Like you care,” Ricky replied eyeing the pair of them.

“Of course, I care,” Demetria said at the same moment that Carson spoke. “Don’t talk to your mother that way.”

Ricky ignored him but glared at his mother.

“Ricky, your Alpha is speaking to you?”

“So?”

Carson took in the boy. It almost hurt to look at the spawn of his, at one time but now dead, best friend. “Didn’t your father teach you how to talk to your betters?”

“My father was ten times the man you are!” Ricky growled.

Carson sneered. He would have moved around the woman to teach the boy some manners himself if Demetria hadn’t taken that moment to grind her round ass into his hardening cock.

He could take out his frustrations on the lad or he could take the boy’s mother hard and fast. The second option sounded more exhilarating.

“Have fun with your Alpha,” the boy spat. Before the screen door even slammed Carson had taken ahold of the back of her neck, brought her around to face him, and forced her down to her knees. He was now releasing himself from his straining gray sweatpants.

“Oh, she will,” he growled as he moved his hand into her hair and yanked her head into the desired position.

She gasped in surprise, her mouth falling open, possibly laced with a twinge of pain.

You will pay for your son’s disrespect , Carson thought as he plunged his cock into her open mouth.

Touching the back of her throat caused her to make an encouraging gagging sound.

Tears slid down her face. As he felt her head push back against his hand, he allowed the resistance to move her mouth along his cock.

Just for a second, before pressing on the back of her head and thrusting to the back of her throat once again.

Jules stood at the edge of the water. The rain subsiding softly.

Waves tickling her toes. Werewolf heat pressed against her back, line by hard, muscled, line.

He bent over her shoulder, fingers guiding one delicate strap of her bralette down while his mouth met her neck.

A soft moan escaped her as she melted back into him even farther.

One hand slipped over the lace covering her ribs while the other tangled in her hair, pulling her head gently to the side for better access.

She hadn’t let anyone touch her like this in a few hundred years.

She’d closed that chapter of her life after fleeing England.

In this moment though, she reveled in the feel of Luca.

His gentle caresses. The strong arms encircling her making her feel safe, as opposed to trapped.

He nipped her jaw and she flinched slightly, smiling.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered in her ear.

She bit her bottom lip, considering. Turning to face him, her neck bent at an extreme angle for her gaze to lock with his.

Searching his genuine and lust filled eyes, she found that she wanted him as well.

Her hands rose to his chest as she considered.

Her body already beginning to tense with desire for this man.

With one deep calming breath she nodded. She was sure.

“I need you to say it.”

Biting her bottom lip, she made a playful humming sound but didn’t speak.

Her hands slid his shirt up. Feeling his chiseled body wasn’t enough.

She wanted to see him. Complying with her unspoken request, the shirt landed on the sand in a heap.

She studied him for a moment with her eyes and her hands.

She explored the hard lines and large, bronze torso.

His chest rose with heavy breaths. Luca was as breathtaking outside as he was gentle on the inside.

Jules trailed her fingers down all the way to the top of his jeans.

He shivered under her perusing as a wetness began to gather between her thighs.

He growled softly. A soft giggle had his eyes shooting to hers.

He glared at her, but there was no anger in it.

“Yes Luca,” she said, dropping all playful pretense. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. “I want you. All of you.”

In a single fluid motion, she was lifted into his arms. Gasping, her breath escaping in a rush. Legs wrapping around him and hands tangling in his soft brown hair. Then his mouth was on hers once more. The kiss gentle.

Pulling back slightly, she smiled against his lips. “Right here. Right now.”

One hand cradled her head and the other pinned her body to his as hecarefully laid her back against the sand.

The waves kissed her toes as his body hovered over hers, denying her the skin to skin contact she’d been bathing in.

Lips lightly brushed hers. Then her jaw.

Her collarbone. Between her breasts. She shivered at his feather-light touches.

Anticipation building with each point of contact.

Registering his hands sliding her bra up, she shifted accordingly to assist him in his goal.

Once the lace reached her wrists, his fingers brushed the underside of one breast and his lips clamped down on the other, sucking her nipple into his mouth.

Her brain fogged as it was engulfed by sensation.

She’d not been touched in this way for centuries and never with this kind of admiration or care.

Luca bit gently. She gasped at the stimulation, back bowing into him.

He switched his attention to the other breast while one hand glided down her body.

Her breath came out in a quick rhythm of building desire, until his fingers slipped over her already soaked center.

She gasped, almost surprised her body remembered how to react to the touch.

He thumbed her clit over the barely there fabric, her body igniting as her desire grew.

When her breath hitched, he chuckled lightly.

Watching the large werewolf kneeling over her, she found that, although nervous, she wanted him.

In every way she wanted him. Luca slid the rest of the fabric from her body.

Bare before him, she waited as he took her in from the fingertips resting above her head, all the way down to the knees he guided slowly farther apart, displaying her sex completely to him.

“Incredible.” His husky tone and lust filled gaze warmed her and soothed her simultaneously.

He palmed one of her calves and kissed it. Her hands fisted in the fabric she still held. Nerves growing, she glanced up at the sky. She wasn’t just letting this happen, but wanted it too.

“Eyes on me,” he said as he moved higher onto her inner thigh.

She sucked in a breath, still looking skyward.

He nipped her a little when she didn’t immediately comply.

Giggling once, she looked down her exposed body until her gaze met his, looking up at her through long, curled lashes.

“That’s it,” he growled from deep in his throat.

She shuttered, but didn’t move her gaze from him as he broke eye contact to move into position. He nestled his face between her thighs, his hands on either one, as he held them open a little wider.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he growled.

A breathy gasp escaped Jules as he sucked that bundle of nerves into his mouth.

Her hands left the sand to tangle into his hair.

She needed to touch him. To feel any part of him she could reach.

Luca licked up her center and back to her clit.

More wetness gathered in response to his touch.

She thought she might spontaneously combust, then and there, from that one lick alone.

He repeated the action. His tongue grazed the edge of her entrance, her body tensing more and more with every pass.

Without warning, one long finger slipped inside her, stretching her gently.

Her breath rushed from her lungs in surprise.

She writhed at the intrusion and welcomed the sensation.

Before her body could fully acclimate, another finger joined the first. Her gasp was audible.

Her moans coming in consistent increase as he pumped in and then back out.

She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he curled his fingers against her inner walls adding pressure right where it was needed.

She could feel his eyes on her face but couldn’t focus.

Not on him. Not on her own thoughts. All she knew was the build of anticipation in her body as he continued this rhythm.

He bent his face down, gliding his tongue over her clit again.

Her thighs clenched around his head, her body bucking and begging for his tongue to move again and again.

He increased his pace slightly when her body coiled tightly, ready to burst free from its restraint.

One more hard thrust in. He nipped her clit, and fireworks exploded behind her eyes.

She cried out his name as her body gave into his desires and her orgasm crashed over her like the waves still covering her toes.

She felt satisfied, thoughtless, and more free than she had in centuries.

Luca stayed with her as she came completely undone, lapping at her wetness without abandon.