k: Rule Number 1 – No Mates
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ROSE
Bartlett’s jaw lightens and after a strung out moment of silence in which I’ve been holding my breath, he downs both glasses of liquor himself. Placing both tumblers on the coffee table in front of me, he plaps down next to me on the sofa.
Tell you about Roman, he repeats my request like it’s a joke, even smiling when he looks at me. “Why do you care about Roman, Princess?”
My eyes narrow on him as I study his demeanor. Does he think I’m stupid? ‘My family is a member of an Elite Hunting Club called the Elder Few. One of our instructors, one of the council members, his name is Roman and after what Delilah said at that house…about Cane…I’m curious, because Roman took Cane as his personal second. Most pledges are made to train with all the Elders. Cane was picked especially for exclusive training. If something happened to Cane, it’s easy to assume something may have happened to Roman. So tell me about him. Tell me about this Roman that your brothers‘ are holding.”
His eyes sparkle at me in the dim light, a lazy smile stretching across his lips. “An Elite Hunting Club, is that what you people call it?”
You people? What?
“Yes, I hiss. “That’s what we call it.”
He laughs, his hand going from his lap to the top of my thigh where he begins drawing little figure eights over the fabric of my jeans. I ignore the tremble of pleasure I get from it, keeping my face hard and guarded.
“You’re done being a hunter, babygirl,” he whispers, meeting my eyes. “I won’t let you go back to that. I told you so in the hospital.”
What is he talking about?
“You don’t own me, Bartlett,” I say carefully.
His hand freezes. “Oh no? Well, you definitely own me,” he says so quietly I’m not sure he meant for me to hear. Taking a deep breath, he slides his hand in between my thighs and pushes it up against my jean clad slit. “I kidnapped you, remember? You’re mine. I’ll keep you here until you realize that if I have to.”
He says it so matter–of–factly I start to wonder if he’s serious. “You kidnapped me to keep me from being arrested,” I remind him. “Or was that a lie?”
He studies me, stroking the press of his hand up and down my sex and causing me to wiggle despite my promising myself not to. It feels good, really good and before I know it my chest is heaving and my eyes are growing heavy.
“In the long run, yeah, that’s true. I kidnapped you to protect you from being arrested, because your entire ‘Club‘ is going down soon enough and if you’re with them when they do…” he trails off, his gaze falling from my eyes to my lips. “And yes, you would have been arrested at the hospital when you woke up, so I took you. But in truth they wouldn’t have kept you much longer than a day. Even with the felony charges.”
“And why is that?” I ask him breathlessly, my legs falling open just a touch as his stroking becomes more insistent.
He leans toward me and I can smell the liquor on his breath, it’s a heady masculine scent that has me feeling a bit dizzy. “Because I happen to be really good friends with the Sheriff,” he says with a smirk.
Before I can respond, he stands and lifts my legs off the floor and onto the couch, stretching them across it and tugging me forward so that I’m basically laying down. Then he climbs over the top of me, drawing one muscular thigh forward to separate my legs as he settles above me, most of his weight is resting on his forearms, but the lower half of him is heavily pressed into me. As I pant for breath beneath him I can feel the urgent steel of his erection pushing into my thigh. My hips thrust upward reflexively and my hands go up to clutch his powerful chest. His shirt sticks to him like a second skin, so when I draw my hands downward over his abs I feel every inch of his ridges.
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chest, my nails scraping gently the entire way. The feet of his naked stan are wantonly. Moisture erupts between my legs and I writhe against him as he lays more insistent.
One band strokes down my shoulder to grope my breasts and I gap against his mouth, and his hand leaves my boobs to fumble with the button of my jeans.
“Bartlett,” I murmur, turning away to catch some air as I feel the button of my pants come kone.
“Yes, baby?” he coos, his hot mouth over my car where he begins to nibble and suck on my earche
Anything I was going to say flies straight out of my head when his mouth travels lower, to suck on my neck and his hand dives into the front of my pants to stroke over my bare sex. My clit pulses and I moan, my hips jutting upward and into the heat of his Bergers as they begin to strum my core.
“So perfect,” he moans, nipping at the side of my neck. “So wet for me. My body goes slack as his fingers begin to circle my bud of pleasure and I can feel my orgasm rising within. “That’s it baby, just relax. Let me give it to you.”
But I don’t want that. I want him just as insane as he’s making me, so I draw one hand out of his shirt and close it over the top erection. He spasms against me, his hand on my sex suddenly closing over my slit as he hisses with pleasure.
The timer goes off in the kitchen and we both freeze, panting against each other like there aren’t other people in the house.
He shudders above me, then whispers in my ear, “You stay right here just like this. I’m going to take care of that roast and then I’m taking you up to my room.”
“Okay,” I agree, with a bite of my swollen lip.
Then I watch him as he reluctantly lifts himself off of me and disappears into the kitchen. Bartlett is fast. It certainly doesn’t take him long. Before I know it he’s lifting me off of the couch and into his arms, then heading for a door on the second floor. The entire way he watches me, his eyes a glowing blue that almost seems unnatural. Once inside, he kicks the door shut and deposits me on a large, soft, king sized bed that is draped in a thick white goose feather comforter. The light in the room is bright until he dims it by turning the switch on the wall. Locking the door, he then turns around and leans back against it, staring at me with a hooded gaze.
I begin to feel nervous with him staring at me the way he is and I sit up against the headboard. “Bartlett, what are you thinking about?”
“You,” he says huskily. “How much I want you. How hard it is going to be just to keep myself from exploding the moment I’m inside you.”
His words send a pulse of heat through my entire body and I allow it to fuel my confidence. I kick off the socks and shoes that I’m wearing, noting his eyes as they follow the act. Then I reach for the hem of my sweater, pausing only to urge myself on. I’m not wearing a bra, so when I peel the fabric off of me, my breasts tighten and pebble with the chill in the air. I’m extremely heavy on top, but I like to think I have nice boobs. However, now that they’re bare for the first time in front of someone that isn’t my mother, I’m a little self conscious. Especially when Bartlett remains frozen against the door.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, bringing my arms up to cover myself.
Absolutely nothing,” he rasps, his eyes flashing again in such a way that has to be a trick of the light. His jaw is tight as he watches me, his gaze dropping to the front of my unbuttoned pants. “Take the pants off too,” he commands. “I want to see that beautiful ass of yours
too.”
can feel myself blush at the demanding urgency in his words, but for some reason, it makes me feel sexier. So, I sit up on my knees and start to draw the pants downward, leaving my panties on in the process As I work them over my hips, I hear him walking toward me
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slowly. By the time I’ve lowered them to my knees, he’s standing at the side of the bed, his head tilted as he surveys
Jesus Christ,” he whispers, watching as 1 remove the pants completely then sit back on my heels in front of him. My eyes meet his and he says, “Now take off my pants.”
1 reach forward, keeping my eyes trained on his as I unbuckle his belt and undo the button of his jeans. His dick thrusts against my hands
as my fingers close over the top of his zipper.
