Chapter 137 2-9-BLAME GAME
\-VANCE'S POV-
Shaking my head slowly, I silenced her with a forefinger on her bruised lips. When Sianna asked me the question, I had given her a kiss so fierce and brutal that left them bruised with metallic blood settling its taste on my tongue.
"Vance, you will answer me." Her sweet voice demanded. "Who-"
"I need you," I interrupted her and pressed my groin into the core between her legs.
Already my cock throbbed like it would burst from my pants. I
smashed my lips on hers. She was cuter when she was angry, but I'm not about to open a can of worms by mentioning another woman. One that would rifle her flaming anger against me.
I captured that sugary tongue of hers and devoured the perimeters of her mouth. Her tongue took mine in a ferocious battle of need. Indeed, I won. I needed to feel her more. More than the damn air that I breathed.
On cue, she moved her hips so that her pussy rubbed against my bulging cock. I burned for my Luna to the point where the friction from the material also delivered a pleasant sensation. I pushed the white lab coat down her shoulders and tossed it in some corner. I was so happy that she wore a dress today. Still in our lip lock, I gathered the hem of the Indian button front vine forest sundress as the garment bundle above her hip.
I ripped open her dress and stepped back to stare at how gorgeous she was. "Damn, baby. No bra."
"Not for you." She took large pants and her round luscious breasts moved up and down with rosy cheeks as I stepped forward and felt her hot breath on my face. Her scent was more overpowering and irresistible, like a fucking drug.
I let out a throaty chuckle. She knew me inside out. I could practically taste her juices based on how much she was soaking her lace underwear. My wolf was incredibly happy. I grind my large body against hers and rested my forehead on hers with a proclamation growl.
"Mine!"
Yes, yours." She breathed, intently staring into my eyes.
I nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent deep into my deprived lungs. Her sensual fingers began unbuttoning my shirt, tantalizing me as they moved along the contours of my chest. On the brink of insanity, I sucked vehemently on her mate mark.
"Mhm." She moaned with a final tug to open my shirt. Then she leaned her head sideways, yielding all of her neck to my lips.
I helped her by slipping out of it and tossing it in the same direction as the lab coat. "No other women matters but you, my queen." I bit into my mate's mark and her body shuddered. I pressed her pelvis into mine, widening her legs more.
"Vance! Oh!" Sianna cried as her legs began to shake and I knew that she wanted me now.
Grinning into her neck, I retracted my fangs and licked the column of her neck. Then I nipped at her earlobe, gently grazing my teeth. "I'm the only one that you should be thinking about, Firecat."
The next moan she released sent shivers down my body. "Then maybe you should stop entertaining those bitches."
"What bitches? No other woman exists in this world but you." I pulled back to gaze into her alluring icy blue, descending a hand to cup her pussy through her white panties. "I'll happily prove it to you."
The air between held electric currents, zapping with our all-powerful chemistry. Sianna pressed her pussy into my hand, looping an arm around my neck and leaning forward to whisper, "Prove it, my king."
With that button pushed, my wolf went absolutely crazy, ready to pounce on her. I yanked her dress over her head while she swiftly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and zipped me down to shove the pants down with my boxers.
We created a frenzy of movement. I ripped her panties off and draped one of her legs over my arm to line up my hard pulsing dick at the rim of her pussy. Then I captured her mouth with mine. With all my might, I shoved my thick cock into her tight channel, muffling her
scream.
Slamming into my mate's juicy hole against the desktop, I hammered in and out. Fucking her savagely hard, nothing but the sound of my vicious thrusts destroying her small pussy as she clawed at my back, mewling in pleasure.
I kept my thrusts fast. Holding her so close to me as we fucked in the hospital medic room was dirty and hot as fuck. She knew I liked fucking her anywhere as long as no one could see her nakedness. It's on them if they want to listen to the extraordinary ways that I can make my woman feel good. Damn, she gave me the best sexual encounters. I'd relive a thousand lifetimes to have them all over again with her, and to make new ones, of course.
My hand felt for her clitoris to give it the stimulation it needed and minutes later she climaxed hard all over my persistently rock-hard dick. Her walls clamped around my dick as though she was summoning my own orgasm. But I'm not done. I hated quickies. All our fucking required interminable time. Once she got me started, it was so damn hard to stop.
"Point proven, baby," I growled, fucking her through her orgasm. No one can make your pussy cum like I do." My punishing thrust was intended to say that I was hers and she was mine. This closed gap meant that no one came in between.
"Ugh, Vance," she moaned breathlessly as her nails massacred my back with lacerations. "Vance."
Fuck! My name on her lips was all it took to send me over the edge
with gratifying titillation. My cock jerked violently. My vision tunneled as my balls tightened and I found my own release, emptying my seeds into her delicious warm pussy. I smashed my lips on hers, kissing her as I rode out my climax.
Emitting a satisfied growl, I slowed my thrusts as she gripped onto me. I could stay like this forever. I can't wait for the kids to grow up so that I can have my queen around the clock, doing whatever,
wherever.
"I love you, Firecat." I seized her soft pink lips again, gently and
slowly removed my cock from juicy-land. Realizing just how ragged her breathing was, I parted from her lips, allowing her to catch her
breath.
"Baby, were you trying to break me?" She ran a hand through my hair with a soft laugh.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Did I overdo it this time?" A smug grin covered my
face. I hunted for our clothes and used my shirt to clean her up. She shivered as the material swiped against her now sensitive pussy. My
grin deepened.
"You enjoy seeing me undone, don't you?" She wore an adorable
smirk.
"My pleasure, baby." I kissed her sweaty forehead and gave her the
dress and coat.
We both got dressed, although I was left shirtless and she was pantiless. I've been ripping her underwear for years. Only sometimes did her clothes get the privilege of remaining intact. It was unsettling to leave her around the public, knowing that under the flowy dress was nothing else to cover the pussy that I owned. In fact, I would rather have my head between her thighs and eat her for
lunch.
More lustful thoughts infested my brain as I looked at her disheveled
state. Messy black hair fuzzing into her face and her dress wrinkled
with two top buttons gone that exposed the cleavage of her round boobs.
"Let's have lunch at home." I shoved the hem of my shirt into the
pocket of my jeans. It hinted that I might keep her at home for the
rest of the day.
Her giggling sounds melted me. She jabbed a finger into my chest. " You don't get to keep me from my work."
I caught her finger and bit on it, sucking it into my mouth and
wrapping my tongue around it. Hmm, I glimpsed it. The awakened desire in her eyes. She wanted me again. My dick jerked back to life,
hardening.
Her provocative eyes dipped to my pants, seeing the bulge as I tenderly nipped her finger. Naughtily, she sensually slid her tongue across her upper lip. Excitement and lust re-entered her orbs.
A helpless growl thundered out of me. Do you see what she does? It's
always her fault in the way she aroused me. How can she expect me to behave when she acts like a seductress? "Maybe one more round?" I entreated and wriggled my brows. Cupping her face, my thumb gently rubbed the soft skin of her cheek.
Kuniking, our noses love-bumped each other. Everything plummeted to hell when her eyes glazed over as she opened a mind-link connection. She withdrew from me, crossed her arms, and angrily spat, "So, it was Esme that you were with today.
And after seeing her, you decided to come here and have guilty sex." Instantly, I wanted to kill the person who told her. My guess was that it was Cleo. These women stick together a little bit too much. They shared too much information to my, Blayne's, and Duke's detriment.
The sick thing was that, as pissed as she was, it turned me on more. She glared at me and yelled, "I can't believe you!"
"Oh, baby," I groaned in exasperation and then sighed. "She's dead. She's not a problem anymore."
Both index fingers pointed rigorously at me, "What was she doing
here in the first place?"
Blayne was so fucking dead. I meant it this time. I rose both palms in the air to surrender. "You remember Bette Clarkson?" Sianna tightened her folding arms and wound her neck as her steely gaze drilled me. I held her upper arms and explained, "Blayne granted Esme a few hours to celebrate with her family. That's all it was. I swear."
"You infuriating....." she hissed when the door swung open, interrupting her scourging tongue.
As I swiveled to see the impertinent intruder, my nose identified the
rosewood scent before my eyes even saw the fellow.
"Kurtis?" Sianna's surprised voice said behind me. Now it was my fucking time to be pissed. What right did this scumbag have to rudely barge into an office? My Luna's office at
that! I hated this fucking man. Just his name was a disgusting slime.
My wolf's jealousy and possessiveness were about to transform me into a monster. "What the fuck did you just do?" Kurtis straightened immediately, dread filled his face and he stuttered, "I-I'm sorry. I-I thought....."
"Leave now!" Sianna snapped, strictly dismissing him.
As he slammed the door shut and galloped away, I swung around to fire at her. "Is there something going on between the two of you?" She scoffed, staring at me in awe. "Don't even deflect this." I was puffing mad when she just straightened her coat, smoothed down her hair, and went to the desk to pick up her bag. "I'm going home."
She retorted and stormed out the door.
I followed in her stomping tracks.