Fires Of Solstice Part 32

You'll what? asked Keri as she padded silently into the room. Kill him?

"Shut up, Mother."

I love you too.

He rolled onto his side and stared at her. "You know how important this was, how important it was for Meredythe to be a virgin."

Settling herself on her haunches, Keri stared at him. No, I don't, as I've mentioned a number of times before. Evelyn also agrees with me.

Bleddyn stiffened. "Did either of you know-"

No, Bleddyn. Neither of us had any idea. If you want my opinion, I doubt that Meredythe has had very many s.e.xual partners. She's simply been too busy with her career.

"One or one hundred," he snarled. "What does it matter? The damage has been done."

With an att.i.tude like that, it doesn't matter at all, now does it? When you stop feeling sorry for yourself and you're ready to listen to logic, we'll talk more. Rising to her feet, she trotted from the room.

Growling an unflattering curse about women in general, Bleddyn rolled over on his side and stared out the window.

"Bleddyn?"

He rolled over again. Meredythe stood in the doorway.

"What?"

She walked into the room. "There's a flaw in that seeress's prediction."

He snorted and rolled away from her.

"d.a.m.n it, Bleddyn, listen to me."

He kept his back to her. "Or what? You'll jab me with the poker? It's over by the fireplace, just where you left it."

The bed dipped. She grabbed his arm with both hands and rolled him over onto his back. "Would you stop being so pigheaded and just listen?"

"There's nothing to listen to. Unless you're here to tell me you've suddenly managed to become a virgin."

She gaped at him.

"No, I didn't think so."

"You a.s.shole." Then she slapped his face.

Erupting from his supine position, he captured Meredythe's wrists, shoved her down on her back and rolled on top of her. She froze, her wide eyes tinted with fear.

His face only inches from hers, he growled, "Never, ever do that again."

She wiggled and tried to free her hands. "What are you going to do, bite me?"

Bleddyn stared down into her angry face. Pulling his lip back, he bared his teeth and snarled. She didn't flinch.

She's not afraid of me. For the first time since he'd discovered she wasn't a virgin, hope stirred in Bleddyn's heart. Over the centuries, almost every person who'd learned the truth about him had feared him. Meredythe didn't.

He smiled, remembering the sting from her slap. "Do you talk with your hands all the time?"

"Okay, I shouldn't have hit you. I'm sorry." She wiggled some more. "Let me go."

With the werewolf in his soul howling for a fast, hard mating, Bleddyn shook his head. She may not have been a virgin, but she was still his. "I don't think so." And he covered her mouth with his.

At first she stiffened with surprise, but his soft kisses and nibbles soon had her answering his kisses with her own. When he released her wrists, her hands fell to his shoulders and began to caress his upper arms.

His mouth left hers and trailed kisses down her neck while one hand slipped under her shirt and cupped her breast. She arched into his hand.

"Not fair," she gasped. "I can't...talk..."

"Good," he growled and ripped off her shirt.

Blood pounding in his ears, Bleddyn captured her lips again and sucked Meredythe 's tongue into his mouth he yanked the sweatpants she was wearing down her thighs then slid his fingers between her legs.

She was so very, very wet.

Bleddyn groaned as his aching, rock-hard c.o.c.k jerked once, then again. He needed to bury himself in her hot, wet c.u.n.t, but first, he wanted her to touch him.

Pulling his hand away from her thighs, Bleddyn captured one of Meredythe's hands and guided it to his erection, shuddering as she grasped it then danced her fingers first up and down its length, stroking down one side and up the other.

As he mated his tongue with hers, she gripped his c.o.c.k and, slowly at first, then faster and faster, pumped it, her fingers squeezing then relaxing then squeezing harder again. Bleddyn groaned again into her mouth as she rubbed his first drops over the head of his c.o.c.k. His b.a.l.l.s tightened even more. The urge to explode built higher and higher.

"Easy, love. Not yet. I'll come too soon."

"Good," she hissed against his mouth. "About time you lost control."

Chuckling, Bleddyn slid his fingers into her wet slit. "You're the one who's going to lose control, love."

Meredythe moaned and spread her legs. Yes. This was what she wanted, what she needed. She stabbed her tongue into his mouth, mating it to his. When he slid first one finger then the second inside her, she sobbed and thrust her hips against his hand.

"More, please, harder."

She tilted her head back when his mouth left hers to trail kisses down her neck to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He sucked first one then the other nipple into his hot mouth as his fingers slid around and around her c.l.i.t.

Moaning into his mouth, she thrust against his hand again.

He raised his head from her breast and stared into her face. "What do you want, Meredythe?"

She gripped his shoulders with both hands, straining against the fingers that swirled and danced between her thighs. "You," she sobbed. "Please, I need you inside me."

His breathing grew harsher. "Like this?" He thrust first one then two fingers into her.

A low, keening moan escaped from Meredythe's throat as she ground her c.u.n.t against his fingers, her internal muscles clutching at the slippery digits as he pumped them. The musty aroma of s.e.x swirled and wafted around them, flooding Meredythe's senses. Her arousal spiraled.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and slid a third finger inside.

Her stomach muscles clenched and her thighs shuddered. "Oh G.o.d, oh G.o.d, oh G.o.d."

He lifted his head from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and looked into her eyes. "Now, love. Come for me now."

Meredythe shattered.

Before she stopped shuddering from her o.r.g.a.s.m, Bleddyn sat up and settled back against the bed's headboard, pulling her onto his lap facing him. He had to be inside her. Now! "Put your legs around my waist, love."

Lifting her up, Bleddyn dropped her onto to his c.o.c.k, thrusting into her as deeply as he could.

"By all the G.o.ds, you're tight," he groaned. He buried his face into her neck, gripped her a.s.s and pulled her toward him as he began to pump.

"Ahh!" Threading her fingers through his chest hair, Meredythe pinched one of his nipples.

Hot lightning shot straight to his groin.

b.a.l.l.s burning, Bleddyn gritted his teeth. He didn't think his d.i.c.k could get as hard and achy as it felt now. Still he fought against the pressure. He was going to keep burying himself into Meredythe as long as he possibly could, allowing her slick muscles to grasp, clench and squeeze him until she milked him of every drop of resistance. Only then would he allow himself his release.

Moaning, Meredythe arched her b.r.e.a.s.t.s toward Bleddyn's mouth as he impaled her on his c.o.c.k. He was so very hot, so very, very hard. Her muscles stretched to accommodate his length then tightened to suck him farther inside.

Sitting on his thighs with her legs around his waist, she shuddered over and over as he stretched and filled her more than any other man ever had. She wiggled and he slid deeper. She caught his rhythm, pulling him deeper and deeper with each thrust.

He lifted his face from her neck, lowered his head, suckled a nipple then nipped it.

A bolt of electricity seemed to jolt from her nipple to her groin. He suckled again and twisted his hips.

Meredythe gyrated her hips and strained against him, pulling his c.o.c.k even deeper. She felt hot-so d.a.m.n hot! Pressure built. Throwing back her head, she screamed as another o.r.g.a.s.m ripped through her.

Beneath her, Bleddyn stopped fighting. He slammed his c.o.c.k into Meredythe one final time as his c.u.m erupted from his b.a.l.l.s and surged up through his c.o.c.k. Her muscles tightened and grasped and sucked until he was wrung dry.

"f.u.c.k. That was... f.u.c.k."

Her chuckle as she collapsed onto his chest conveyed her triumphant agreement.

Meredythe awoke alone. Squinting her eyes against the sunlight streaming in the huge window, she contemplated the previous night. Both times she tried to talk about the seeress's ambiguous prediction he'd started kissing her and...

She smiled. When it came to sidetracking her, Bleddyn was very, very good.

Sitting up, she scooted from the bed and headed for the bathroom. A hot shower would help put her thoughts in order.

Twenty minutes later, she walked out of the bedroom to find Methuselah comfortably ensconced on Bleddyn's bed.

Is your story finished?

Meredythe glanced toward Bleddyn's desk. Her briefcase with all of her information stood next to the computer-her ticket to fame.

"Oh h.e.l.l, I can always write another story," she muttered. Stomping across the room, she grabbed the case and set it on the desk. After tapping in the combination, she wrenched the lid open and stared at the contents. After another muttered curse, she grabbed everything, carried it to the fireplace and threw the folders, papers and CDs on the still-smoldering coals.

Concentrating on the material, she said, "Tanau." Flames burst among the material, and she watched as the paper burned to ashes and the disks melted.

When nothing remained but ash, she turned toward the door. Forefeet propped up on the headboard of the bed, Methuselah watched her.

"What?"

The cat stared at her.

"You didn't expect me to let him be used as a scientific experiment, did you?"

When he didn't answer, she sniffed and headed for the door.

Smirking, Methuselah jumped off the bed and followed her out the door.

After a quick stop in her room for a fresh shirt and jeans, Meredythe headed downstairs and made her way to the kitchen. Pushing the door open, she walked in to the sight of Damian Winterbourne drinking a thick red liquid from a goblet.

She swallowed. "Is that... "

"V8," he filled in with a grin. "I always did like vegetables."

She headed for the coffeepot. "Where is everybody?"

Damian smiled. "Bleddyn is out with his wolves. He said you should go out to Shadow. He's been upset ever since you left yesterday and didn't go back."

Meredythe gulped her coffee. Shadow! The last thing she wanted to do was worry him. She set her mug in the sink and hurried out the back door, only stopping long enough to slip her feet into boots and throw a coat around her shoulders.

The wolf-dog was waiting at his gate for her. You said you'd come back.

She slipped the latch and stepped in, not thinking twice about being able to hear him talk. "I'm so sorry, Shadow. It's just that Bleddyn made me so angry."

I will challenge him if you want.

"Challenge him? No! I'm not angry anymore."

He sat back on his haunches. You have chosen him for your mate?

She leaned back against the fence. "My mate? No!"

You have mated with him. The wolves told me. Therefore, he is your mate.

She shook her head. "No, it doesn't work like that with people."

Why?

"Come on, I'll get your breakfast," she said as she stepped back toward his kennel.

"Do you have enough straw? Are you warm enough?" She stuck her head in his kennel.