Page 4 of Retribution

She rubbed her core against me, a slight whimper leaving her lips before she begged, “Make it stop.”

I wish I could. I wish I could take all the pain and discomfort away. I wish I could have found her in a time when her destiny was just living and not saving the world. I wish we could have spent long, lazy days in bed, watched the sunrise with coffee, and sit with a blanket wrapped around us both. I wish that I met her two hundred years ago when I was human, and we could have had long walks through the woods and had dinner cooked over fire.

“I can’t,” I admitted, and just voicing the fact was painful. Admitting I was inadequate to meet her needs was a blow to my ego. I didn’t want this for her. I didn’t want her pain. Her discomfort.

She whimpered again before her body moved forward, her knees clenching against my hips. She shifted, rubbing against my cock, letting another whimper escape. “Please.”

I couldn’t let her beg. I couldn’t prolong her pain. We discussed this, we discussed everything before, and though the mutt prepared us for what could happen, I don’t think I physically understood. I hadn’t quite grasped how strong her allure would be, how much her scent would call to me and beg me to pleasure her. How challenging the resistance would be.

My palms found her waist and held her still as I tried to calm my breathing. She was weak, so fucking weak from using so much of her power, and though I wanted to take her right here, fuck her until the only name she knew was mine, and the only time she could remember was when I was buried to the hilt inside of her body, I knew I couldn’t do it. My morals wouldn’t allow me.

Instead, I brought my hand forward, trailing it along the skin above her jeans before finding the button and flicking it open. I pulled at the zipper, lowering it, making the jeans loose, and allowing me to shimmy them down her thighs. This was torture, pure torture. Her scent so intoxicating, I nearly felt drunk. I leaned my body forward, my lips brushing against her abdomen as my fingers trailed back up her thighs. My teeth moved lower, biting at the lace material already soaked with her want and need before my fingers found the edge and ripped. I pulled them off her body, balling them in my fist before putting them in my pocket.

She visibly swallowed, her chest heaving as she held my head tightly against her skin. “Those are mine.”

“Not anymore.” I chuckled, the movement causing her to hiss in pain.

The car hit a bump, and her body jolted against mine, her lips instantly lowering to my neck, her fangs surfacing. She rubbed them against my skin; the little minx determined to weaken my resolve. I couldn’t resist when it came to her. Nearly everything she wanted or needed I would give to her without blinking. I arched into her, offering my veins, almost begging her to drink from me.

She pulled back, curling into herself as another pain wracked her body, and though I would like to play a little game of cat and mouse, I knew I couldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t prolong her pain, knowing that the only cure was her release.

I let my fingers find the junction of her thighs. The flesh was already swollen and dripping, begging to be pleased, calling to me. Her body stilled at my touch, a soft sound falling from her lips. The air pulsed between us. My heart, which usually barely beat, raced. My mind screamed for me to touch her everywhere, devour her, conquer all her senses, and I knew it was primal. I knew for some crazy reason I responded to the pheromones pouring off her, but it didn’t stop me from craving her. It didn’t make me want her any less.

She whimpered, her head falling against my shoulder, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I trailed my finger through her slit, savoring the sounds she made at the simplest of touches. She was all desire and sex appeal, already moaning, praising, begging before a single finger slipped inside of her. Her nails latched onto my shoulder, and even through the fabric, I could feel them biting into me.

I grazed my finger over her clit, swirling it in a slow circle, and even though the touch was light, she nearly came undone. Liberty threw her head back, a moan leaving her lips and her nails, they gripped me so tightly they damn near broke the skin. She was so damn sensitive, so fucking primed and ready that I had to fight to control myself. Fight not to take her right here in the back of the moving car, with one of my best friends two feet away.

I gave her clit one more flick before sliding my fingers through her wetness, rubbing the slickness over her skin, coating my fingers in it, then I plunged one finger into her opening as her scream filled the car. One finger. That was all. And the pleasure it gave her was deafening. I didn’t know if I could handle this, handle her, for long. Not when I knew my touch wasn’t what she needed.

“Have you heard from him?” I asked Sterling, who had been calling the damn mutt like crazy.

“Nope.” He seemed nearly pained speaking the words.

I pumped my finger in her two more times before adding another, stretching her as she panted and gasped, urging me on, begging me not to stop my touch, my movement, the pleasure I was providing. Her channel squeezed my fingers tightly, sucking them into her body as her thighs tightened around my own. She rode my hand, grinding against my palm as she moved her body up and down, bouncing against me, using the car’s movement as extra leverage. When Liberty finally came, her voice hoarse, her muscles tense, her body quivering from pleasure and exhaustion, she wrapped her arms around my body, sinking her teeth into my neck as she drew my energy source into her body, taking everything she needed from me.

Ellis shut the bedroom door,exhaustion evident on his face. “She’s out for now.” He scratched his head with his brows pulled together. “I think the ogre drugged her, honestly.”

He deserved a fruit basket then. It didn’t stop her need, her want, her desire. Liberty just kept coming at us, and although we tried to help her, we weren’t what she needed. Vampires apparently weren’t the same as shifters in this situation, and whatever release she got was short-lived. I’d never been more tired in my entire existence.

“Still no sign of Justice,” I informed him.

“I’ll kill the fucking mutt myself,” Ellis growled.

Yeah, right after I did. “She’s in bad shape.”

We all were, really. I don’t think I’ve ever come so much in a twenty-four-hour period in my life. Sterling could barely walk. When Ellis and Lenin walked in, I nearly pushed them in the room and stumbled out. I’ve never passed a baton so damn quickly in my life.

Lenin crept out of the room. “He will come.”

I hoped it was true and not just a hope and more faith in his mate than we all had. “Have you seen it?”

I never once felt the need to ask about his visions until now. They called him Truth for a reason. He nodded his head once. “He will come.”

Well, he needed to fucking hurry it up, speed up the drive, take a damn plane because the girl in there needed him.My girl. And though it pained me that I wasn’t what she needed, I was man enough to step aside and let what she did need ease her discomfort. Even if what she needed was that fucking wolf.

“How are things going with the rescues?” I asked Ellis now that we finally got a chance to talk. “Ours are all held out in the warehouse. Concealed under a ward. Most seem in okay shape.”

“The mission was successful, though honestly, I don’t know how. If it wasn’t for Lenin over there, I doubt it would be. His magic saved our asses. The group was pretty low-grade power, but still missing, breathing, living people and-” He paused, almost looking like he was choked up about the whole experience. I got it. I felt the same way when I allowed myself even a moment to feel anything about the entire experience instead of just looking at it clinically. “Fuck, I’m so damn thankful.”