Page 19 of Unhallowed Murder (A Paranormal Halloween #2)

Chapter Sixteen

She’d have to let him feed from her before Abbott let him talk more freely, and no way in hell was Josef telling her that.

His little tiger asked to use his shower when she finished eating, but he didn’t point out that doing so wouldn’t wash the smell of the Amakhosi from her.

The Lion King hadn’t had sex with her, but he’d still managed to get his scent all over her.

Josef got the message loud and clear —Veronica Woods was under Nathan’s protection, and Josef was taking his life in his hands if he didn’t treat her right.

Not a problem, since he intended to treat her better than any princess in history.

Though the bruise on her cheek was damned hard to look at, and not killing the bastard who did it seemed wrong, but he understood why he couldn’t bring physical harm to him.

Emotional pain, though — that was fair game.

His Bellula came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, and she stalked him.

The tiger wasn’t far below the surface, and he let her climb on his lap.

He sat on an oversized sofa, and she pushed him sideways, so he was lying on his back, the tiger riding him.

He let his cock fill, and he pulled her down to him.

He had no idea what’d brought this on, but he wasn’t arguing.

He pulled her to him, but she shook her head and sat back up, riding him, her bare pussy over his slacks, his cock throbbing .

She unbuttoned his shirt, spread it open, traced his abs.

Finally, his little tigress scooted back enough to unfasten his belt and trousers.

She looked at her hand and it transformed into a paw, and she flexed it until the claws were out, but Josef didn’t move to defend himself.

If she hurt him, he’d heal, but she might never recover from him not trusting her.

She sliced his underwear off him, turned her paw back into a hand, and moved to sit on his cock, but that was asking too much.

Josef needed to be in control the first time he entered his Bellula . He flipped her over so he was on top, and her heart skipped and faltered, but he kissed her until it raced again.

No , he didn’t kiss her, he devoured her taste, her heartbeat, her scent, her heat. He moved down her body, kissed her nipples, sucked one into his mouth, then the other, and was careful his fangs didn’t extend.

* * * *

Ronnie couldn’t handle being on the bottom, but Josef overwhelmed her senses so much, she wasn’t capable of protesting. No one ever fucked her — she was always on top. Always in control. She screwed them, not the other way around.

However, when he moved down her body and worshiped her with his mouth, she could convince herself she was in control and he was doing her bidding, though in her heart, she knew it wasn’t the case.

He was controlling this ride, but his mouth felt so damned good .

His tongue, his lips, even his teeth — his very dull, human teeth.

She wasn’t in the least bit worried about him biting her.

Nathan would have his head if Josef bit her when she hadn’t given him leave.

Josef lifted over her to enter her, and at the last second, she took him by surprise and flipped them over again.

They landed on the carpeted floor with her on top, and she sat onto him with a groan, taking him into her and accepting him inside her body on her terms, but he used her momentum and kept them going, so he was on top a half-second later.

He sucked a nipple in while he hit a magical spot inside she hadn’t known existed, and her entire body went limp with pleasure .

Josef moved, in and out, so smooth, so assured. He hit the magical spot every time, over and over until a storm gathered inside her — too much pleasure, too much heat.

“Don’t. I can’t. I can’t .”

He went in and held. Ran his free hand over her thigh, soothing her. He released her nipple from his lips and met her gaze. “Your scent says yes, why does your mouth say you can’t?”

He went out and back in. The head of his cock scraped deliciously over the spot , and her damned eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“I can’t. Please .”

“You are , Ronnie. I choose to believe your scent, and your reactions.”

He lifted her legs into the air, his hands stroked her legs, his cock moved across the magical place inside her, and her eyes lost focus, the room went hazy.

“Release your shield for me. Let me see.”

It was an order, but she shook her head. She wouldn’t. Couldn’t.

“You want sex without the connection? They make battery powered toys for that. You have me , little tiger. Open your eyes and see me.”

His gaze slammed into hers, and he was right. It was Josef. Not the monster. She’d killed the monster. This was Josef .

“Let go of whatever demons you refuse to show me. Don’t let them win. It’s just the two of us in this room. No one else is invited. Look at me. Let me give your pleasure. I won’t take it. Let me .”

He asked instead of demanding, and it changed everything. Everything .

Her pulse throbbed in her throat. Her heart raced. She didn’t realize her breath was ragged until she tried to talk again. “Permission. Okay. Follow scent.”

Ronnie hoped to hell he understood she wanted him to follow her scent and not what she said, and he seemed to, because he grasped her hands and held them over her head, and moved inside her with purpose, as if his new goal in life was her pleasure.

Now, he moved over her and destroyed her. His gaze, his cock, the magical spot inside her, and then his free hand pressed the area around her clit, and pleasure engulfed her, hot and vicious, a wave of passion so intense she couldn’t breathe.

Intense pleasure gripped her, held her. When it finally released her, Ronnie’s body went limp, scrambled thoughts a blur, but Josef lifted her and settled her chest and stomach on the sofa, her legs hanging down and her knees on the carpet.

He entered her again, so thick and fat inside her, spreading her open again. Entering. Invading. Owning.

“Motherfucker! I can’t again. Please .” The last word came out as a sob. He’d destroy her if he made her orgasm so out of control like that again.

“Not what your scent says, my darling Bellula.”

He moved behind her, one hand grasping her hair while another held her right wrist .

The tidal wave built inside her fast this time, as if it’d been waiting her entire life to burst forth, and her back arched to give him more room to work.

This time, when she barreled over the peak and plummeted down the other side, it was as if her heart were laid bare and nothing protected it.

Years of making sure she was in control and no one could ever hurt her again, and Josef had wiped it all away in moments.

Another sob broke loose, and he pushed her onto the sofa, onto her back, and entered her again.

“Look at me. Wrap your legs around me, Ronnie. It’s me. Focus, Bellula .”

* * * *

Her next orgasm tore through Josef and may as well have been her tigress claws.

Had his little Bellula never had an orgasm?

There was no time to think of the repercussions now, because he knew in his ancient vampire heart that if he didn’t manage a big breakthrough now, she’d shut him out and that would be it.

Something had hurt her — he’d known she had secrets, but had no idea how deep her secrets might lie.

He swept her through two more earthshattering orgasms, and his little tiger waited until he was emptying himself into her to open her shields and think of everything. No more secrets. In a matter of moments, he had the entire, horrible, gut-wrenching story.

Years of her father raping her, coming to her at night, forcing her into silence.

Tired of his human wife, he wanted to fuck a tiger, and when his daughter started growing curves, he’d wanted her, so he’d taken her.

Eight fucking years old, and he’d promised it was okay because she couldn’t get pregnant since she hadn’t started her period yet, but he’d guilted her into keeping the secret and not telling her mother or friends.

But he’d misjudged when her period would come — and thus, when her tiger would first emerge.

At twelve, with her inner tigress so close, she screamed and cursed at him for the first time, which had brought her mother to see what was the matter, and he’d killed his wife to keep her from calling nine-one-one.

And it was at that moment little Veronica’s tiger had chosen to come out in physical form for the first time, and she’d killed her father.

It’d been tiger against tiger, and the little one had eaten his heart.

Her tiger had been born of blood, and yet she was a police officer, fighting for human justice, for human laws.

“I should leave.”

She was still in his arms, still naked, but stiff as a board.

“Not an option. You will let me hold you because I need your warmth, and because you need my arms around you. We need each other right now. If you insist on leaving, I will call the Amakhosi and tell him to come get you because you can’t be alone right now.”

Josef remembered the incident from years before — someone had brought Abbott into it for damage control, and he’d contacted Nathan.

This was why the little tigress and the Amakhosi were so close.

Nathan had likely taken her in for a few nights while he found a feline family capable of handling her until she was grown.

In all likelihood, Nathan had taught her how to control her inner tigress, and not Martin. Certainly not her father.

“You wouldn’t!” She sighed and shook her head. “Look — we fucked, it’s over.”

“You don’t believe that. Besides, don’t you want to ride with me later, be there when I fuck with your prisoner’s head?”

“You don’t play fair.”

“I’m not playing, but you’re correct that I’ll do whatever is necessary to stop a catastrophe, and you walking out my door right now would devastate me, and, I believe, you. You’ve put the shield back up so I don’t know for certain, of course.”

“You’re…”

Josef slid a single finger inside her, and her eyes rolled back in her head, her heartbeat stuttered, and her scent… damn , her scent might very well do him in.