Chapter 30

Corrigan’s POV

“You said someone’s killing people with silver?” Corrigan asks as I swipe the key card to her suite and step back so she can walk in. She walks in first and I follow afterwards, locking the door behind me.

“Impaling them and basically pinning them to trees.” I sit at the table, slumping into the chair. When I had planned to become Alpha, I had not expected this.

The disapproval of the pack members, a killer whose identity was still unknown and an aggrieved father intending to see me dead.

“But…wasn’t silver made illegal?” She is taking her earrings off and placing them on the nightstand. I shrug in answer to her question. “Any leads?” she asks.

“None.” I say. “I’m contemplating an alliance with the Black Crest pack.”

She is quiet for a moment and I know what she is thinking about. “The Black Crest pack…”

“The one we’re in some sort of feud with.” I say, nodding. “That’s the one.”

“Won’t that make you even more infamous with the pack?” she asks. “You know, we might not actually take this feud seriously but there are pack members who do. You're trying to get their trust, not lose it.”

“Right now I'm more interested in making sure nobody dies.

The Black Crest pack seems to share our problem so an enemy of an enemy has to substitute for a friend.”

“And Niles?” she asks. She is trying to sound uninterested, but I know her better than that. Her worry is not for Niles. It is for her father.

“What about Niles?” I ask softly, looking up at her.

“You…you're going to kill him aren’t you?” she asks, her face slightly apprehensive.

“If he challenges me in conquest, I will kill him.” I say calmly. “but that's not what is on your mind, is it?”

“Are you going to kill your father too?” she asks softly.

“If he challenges me in conquest, I will kill him.” I repeat.

“Oh.” She mutters. “Of course.” She turns away to undo the zip of her dress, keeping her face away from me. I stand and take her hand, forcing her to look at me.

“Corrigan, listen. I cannot promise you that your father won't be hurt, because that would be a lie. However, I can promise that I will not hurt him without prior provocation and without a real reason to do so.”

She nods, her face still turned away from me. I squeeze her hand and let go, walking to the door.

“Wait.” She says. I am still with my hand on the door knob. “You didn't let me say this, but I'm sorry about your mother.” She says.

I ignore the slight squeeze in my chest and turn. “You already said it. I just didn't want you to say it with sex.”

She looks at me, her eyes searching my face. “You…you don't want me anymore?”

I smile humorlessly. I cannot think of a time since that night at the woods when I have not wanted her. Even during these three years when hatred for her had burnt like acid in my stomach, she was still in my dreams, vivid and real. She had starred in all of my sex-filled fantasies.

Nothing before or after her could have compared to the feeling of pride I got when she climaxed. The way her eyes would darken to emerald and then become hooded.

I do want her. I would be more than happy to prove it. However… my thoughts trail off as her black dress falls to the floor in a puddle. She steps out of it.

My mouth waters as I stare. Memory could not beat this. The look of her in the nude with her breasts thrusting at me. The toned stomach that drew my attention to the light red thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs.

My stomach clenches and I can feel myself harden almost painfully. She is really breathtaking. I clench my fists, fighting for self control. More than anything, I need that now. I step backwards, wanting to turn away, but my feet do not cooperate.

She steps forward seductively. “You once said you could make me want you. It worked.”

I swallow, trying to gather my thoughts into a coherent pattern that doesn't involve her breasts or the V between her thighs. She sits at the foot of the bed slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. Her knees part slowly and I groan, staring at the heated center of her.

She already has moisture there. I doubt there is anything that can pull me away at this point.

Her back arches and her head falls back, revealing the long, graceful column of her neck. I walk forward, unable to resist any longer.

My fingers circle her throat and I fuse my lips with hers almost forcefully. The urge to crawl into her, to sink into her and spill my seed into her is so strong that I can feel Caesar purring in agreement.

Something primal and base in me make me want to claim her as mine and stamp her for the world to see. To mark her so that no one so much as looks at her without knowing she's mine.

Mine.

I like the sound of that. I guide her into her back, her soft whimpers urging me on. I trace my lips down over her neck, my fingers encircling her wrists and holding them down into the soft mattress. I place an open mouthed kiss on her collarbone and the valley between her scented breasts, swiping in to take one engorged peek into my mouth.

She arches off the bed and moans, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth. I groan and turn my attention to her other breast, her moans of pleasure drinking me wild.

I kiss my way down to her stomach, enjoying the lift and fall as she gasps for air. I slide my tongue over her and my tongue dives into her navel. I feel her shudder and I smirk against her.

I spread her legs even wider, feeling them slacken as I kiss the top of her mound. She thrusts her hips forward, moaning deeply. I can see the moisture seeping out of her and I smile, letting one finger drive home into her wet, tight channel. She shudders around my fingers and I groan, making a come-hither motion with it. She squeezes my finger and dives her hands into my hair, pulling at my scalp.

The scent of arousal is thick in the air, asking with that heady, intoxicating scent that is hers alone.

I lap up the moisture greedily, sucking at intervals and sticking my tongue in. Her knees buckle and she goes wild, pulling at my hair and digging her fingers into my scalp. She climaxes swiftly, her legs convulsing around my shoulders. I come up over her, making quick work of my trousers and pudding them down. I take off my shirt too, pooping the buttons and watching them fly about.

Her eyes are hazy and her chest is heaving when I look at her. Her thighs are still spread, though they are slack. It has to be the hottest thing I've ever seen.

“You're beautiful.” I say, cupping her breasts in my palms. I like the feel of them. A little more than a handful. Her eyes are still hazy and have darkened. She looks up at me.

“Really mind blowing.” I say, placing a kiss on her lips. She returns the kiss greedily, her tongue dueling with mine. I take her lower lip between my teeth, my fingers running over her. I feel like I could feast on her for days and never get tired.

I take my cock in my hand, stroking from tip to base. I nudge at her slick opening, groaning when I let myself in, inch by inch, till I am fully sheathed in her slick channel. I ease out slowly, setting a slow pace that was all but killing me.

I maintain the pace, though, gratified by the soft sounds she makes in her throat. Her nails scrape down at my back and I increase the speed of my thrusts, watching with satisfaction as her head falls backwards and moans loudly.

Her neck arches gracefully and I can feel Caesar growling with triumph deep inside of me, urging me to do it. To mark her as my own. To make her my mate. I close my eyes, forcing the urges away. I haven't lost my common sense yet.

When she climaxes for the second time, she does so with a guttural groan, squeezing around my shaft so right it sends me spiraling into a climax. I groan as I spill my seed in her.

I collapse over her and bury my face in her neck, drained in more ways than one. There is a slight smile on her face and her eyes are hooded.

She is sheened in sweat and her hair is fanned out over the bed. Her lips are slightly parted and swollen from kisses and her skin is flushed.

She has never looked more beautiful.