Seeing Eye Mate Page 6

  Caelan growled deep in his throat. “I wouldn’t do that, my own.” He laid her on the bed and loomed over her, silently begging her with a look not to be scared.

  He didn’t need to beg. Her big eyes met his with no trace of the fright she’d gone through just minutes ago. He snorted softly. She really needed to lose the contact because it wasn’t hiding the different hue of her eyes. Not up this close anyway, and certainly not from him. She could have red eyes and he wouldn’t care.

  “I know I saw two of you last night at the bar.”

  “You did.” He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hard, drawing the bead along his tongue, and heard her breath catch. “Eli and I are twins.” He switched to the other breast, laving that nipple with the same attention.

  “Is he a… Oh, God.”

  With two fingers, he penetrated her slick channel. Her body bowed off the bed. Caelan knew exactly what she wanted to ask. He could have saved her the trouble, but he wanted to hear her say the words. He scissored his fingers, caressing the delicate inner walls of her pussy, reaching for her G-spot.

  “Is he a what?” He added the featherlight pressure of his thumb to her swollen clit and circled the swollen bundle of nerves.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Her head tossed from side to side on her pillow.

  He chuckled. “I told you you’d beg.”

  “Don’t be an ass,” she hissed, grinding her teeth and trying to move against his hand.

  He threw his other arm over her belly to keep her still.

  She whimpered and blew unsuccessfully at the sweaty bangs plastered to her forehead.

  “Is he a what?” he prodded.

  “You’re torturing me.”

  Caelan flicked lightly on the nubbin. “And I love the sweet pout on your lips. While that might get you what you want from me most of the time, it won’t work right now. Is. He. A. What?”

  “A werewolf!” she yelled, her eyes shooting flaming daggers at him. “I swear to God, if you don’t let me come…”

  “I prefer to think of us as shape-shifters,” he answered calmly, ignoring her sworn retribution.

  Her eyes widened with incredulity. “Did you, or did you not, just turn into a wolf? Which I might add,” she paused and stroked herself on his fingers until she nearly purred, “is very freakish, and I’m not sure why I’m still lying here.”

  He nodded. “Yes, I just turned into a wolf,” he parroted and kissed her pouting lips.

  “Then that makes you a werewolf.”

  He nibbled around her chin. “Werewolf has such a negative connotation, don’t you think? It makes me think of a seven-foot-tall, hairy man with sharp teeth and a snout. I was clearly a wolf.”

  She shuddered beneath him and he wondered what she was thinking.

  “Oh, my God.” She squirmed on his impaled fingers, looking for relief he wasn’t ready to give. “What does it matter what you’re called? You turned into an animal!”

  He shrugged. “We all have our little quirks.” He circled her clit again and grinned when she moaned and bit her lip. “Besides, while you were knocked out, I learned that you have your own secrets.”

  Caelan looked Tieran in the eyes as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of her cream-coated passage, drawing out the tension. Her vaginal walls gripped him in a matching rhythm.

  She swallowed, giving herself away. She turned her head, but not before he saw a tear slip out of the corner of her eye. She was trying to pull back from him, to shut him out both physically and mentally, but her body wouldn’t let her. He wasn’t going to give her an inch. They would hash all this out right now and get it into the open. No secrets.

  “You have some freakish ESPN ability?” he mocked, turning her own word back on her.

  Tieran’s sudden burst of laughter at his deliberate misnomer quickly became a moaning pant as he continued to piston his hand between her legs, increasing the pace.

  “Mind telling me what happened right before you passed out?”

  She jerked her head, squeezing her eyes shut. “No. God, just give me this one day.”

  That sounded ominous. What the hell did she mean, this one day? He intended to give her the rest of his life, even if she didn’t know it yet. Caelan bent over and pressed his mouth to her clit. He’d set her straight later.

  “Oh, shit.” Her hands tangled in his hair.

  He lapped at her creamy center, swirling his tongue everywhere his fingers weren’t.

  “I can continue this torture all afternoon,” he taunted, making sure his lips tickled her sweet clit. “Or you can tell me what happened and I can make you explode.”

  “Jesus,” she panted, trying to get closer. “I had a goddamn vision, all right? Please, please let me come,” she screeched.

  “What about, sweetheart?”

  “Do you think we could…have this conversation…another time?” How could he do this to her? Tieran pressed her heels into the mattress trying to gain some sort of purchase between the arm holding her down and the fingers burrowing with delicious abandon inside her, but not deep enough. Where did this sudden, uncontrollable, wanton need for him come from?

  “As long as you don’t try getting out of it later, my own.”

  “Whatever. Just please, I need your cock inside me. Now!” She tore at his shoulder with her fingernails, scratching at his slick skin, urging him to roll onto her and slide inside her. Instead he retracted his fingers from her drenched pussy and flipped their bodies. She found herself suddenly straddling his hips and her head spun dizzily. His engorged cock stood proud mere inches from her sheath.

  “Take it, baby.” He cupped both her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers tugged and pulled at their stiffened peaks.

  Tieran dropped her chin to her chest. She was about to fuck a werewolf. Again. She was insane. With want and need, and goddamn if she didn’t fuck him now, she was going to die. She lifted herself and hovered just over the head of his penis.

  She glanced down at his cock between her legs and suddenly wanted to taste him, to slide her tongue up the thick vein running along the underside of it. Insane, she thought again. She had never given Peter head, had never once been tempted to, but with Caelan she wanted it all.

  She grasped his length. Her fingertips didn’t even touch around the circumference. How had she even been able to take him?

  “It fits, my own, you know it does,” he whispered, reading her mind.

  She ignored his strange endearment for like the tenth time and returned her gaze to his face. Did he have the same ability as her? Could he hear her thoughts? The questions must have shown in her eyes because he answered her.

  “No, I can’t read your mind. Take me. Ride my cock.”

  “Uh-uh,” she said and surprised him by leaning over and capturing his length between her lips.

  Caelan’s thigh muscles clenched rock hard. “Jesus Christ. Warn a guy before you do that, will ya?”

  Tieran nodded, which only forced his penis farther into her mouth. His hands fisted in her hair, tugging her forward and gagging her the closer he got to touching her throat. Backing off, she dragged her tongue up the velvet soft underside, along the thick vein, all the way to the top.

  His hands tightened in her hair, urging her back down but she stayed where she was. She lapped at the head, licking the salty pre-come from the slit. He hissed. When she looked up the length of his torso, his head was thrown back.

  Good, she thought. Payback for his teasing her earlier. With one last lingering suck, she sat up, grinning at the pained look on his face. His chest heaved like he’d run a marathon. She’d definitely remember this as a way of bringing him to his knees.

  He swallowed, his body relaxing minutely as she guided the thick mushroom-shaped head to her entrance and lodged it just inside. Lowering herself partway, she sighed in relief as he filled her. He wasn’t the only one affected here.

  It was like coming home. They were perfect together. He would ruin her forev
er for other lovers. There’d never be another.

  Tieran set off on a slow and sensual rhythm of sinking and rising.

  “More,” he grunted and grabbed her hips in a tight hold, forcing her further down on his cock, stretching her tender vaginal muscles. “Take all of me.”

  She impaled herself on him, sitting all the way down until their pelvises touched. She ground her clit on the base of his penis and saw stars.

  “Oh, Lord. Mmm.” Tieran tried to form a coherent thought but came up short. He lifted her until he was almost entirely out, then slammed her back down again. Apparently he wasn’t satisfied with the way she was moving. “Yesss,” she hissed, not caring as long as he did it again.

  In another dizzying tumble he had them reversed.

  “Fuck it, I can’t take slow and easy right now.” He thrust into her, pushing her knees as wide as they could go.

  It was sweet, sweet torture. She felt his hand between them and cried out when he uncovered her clit so his pelvis would rub against the bud with each thrust.

  A climax ripped through her body. She writhed beneath his punishing assault, which didn’t end with her orgasm. He pushed through it, scraping raw nerve endings.

  “Stop, stop. I can’t take another one.” Her head thrashed back and forth as he pressed the tip of his cock against her supersensitized G-spot.

  “You can.”

  “No,” she cried, her face wet with tears.

  “Yes.” Caelan was relentless in his pursuit.

  The headboard banged against the wall. She fisted the sheet in her hands and tried to hang on as the sensations built again.

  “One more for me, my own.” He thrust into her to the hilt one last time, his body rigid, his jaw ticking as he ground his teeth together.

  The spurt of his come on her womb triggered a second orgasm. Too much. It would kill her. She fought him as he released his load deep inside her. Her inner tissues tightened around his cock, milking him, taking all he could give. There was nothing left to do but ride the wave firing through her clit and taking her breath away.

  He collapsed onto her, breathing hard and dripping sweat. Tieran took his weight, enfolding him in her arms. She kissed the column of his neck, her pussy still throbbing around his length.

  At least she hadn’t had another vision. After that first time, she’d been scared to death it might happen every time he came inside her.

  Bad. That would be so bad, because he was so good. Maybe good enough to suffer through a vision as often as they fucked, because she imagined this was only the tip of the iceberg for them.

  Chapter Four

  The sun was just beginning to set by the time they made it out of the bedroom. Caelan eyeballed the meager contents of Tieran’s refrigerator looking for anything that would knock out some of his hunger. For food anyway. Besides the literal mountain of Mountain Dew, one of which she was chugging like water at the table behind him, and a few condiments, there wasn’t much.

  “So what happens now?” she asked.

  Screw it. He’d order a pizza. Or three. If tonight went anything like this afternoon, he’d need nourishment in the morning too. He closed the refrigerator door with a thump and faced his mate.

  “Now we talk about your ability. And we stay away from each other, because if I touch you, I’m going to fuck you.”

  Crossing her legs, she groaned and threw her already empty green can toward the trash. In that direction, at least. It bounced off the wall about two feet away and clanked to the floor.

  He quirked an eyebrow at her. His feisty mate was prone to clumsiness. The corners of his lips twitched. It would be his pleasure to follow in her footsteps, protecting her from life’s little accidents.

  She shrugged as if to say it was a normal occurrence for her and she didn’t care.

  “Talk.” He made his prompt a command by stabbing a finger in her direction.

  “Anybody ever tell you you’re like a dog with a bone?”

  He snorted. “A wolf, my own, much better than a dog.”

  “Whatever. Did you know that shape-shifting is a category of psychic ability?”

  “No shit? Then why did you have such a hard time believing me?”

  “Because it’s just really weird, and actually, I’ve never heard of anyone doing it for real.”

  “Hmm,” he acknowledged. “I happen to think what you do is really weird too, so I guess we’re even.”

  “I’m not weird,” she muttered.

  “Quit diverting the subject and talk.” He picked up the phone book and searched the pizza listings for something in the area. “But first, I’m ordering a pizza. What kind of toppings do you like?”

  “Are you implying I have nothing in the house to eat?”

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying.” He grinned. “You have crusty, old mustard and something that may have been considered Chinese at one time. Uh-uh. Won’t cut it for me, baby.”

  She sniffed. “There would have been more, but I believe it’s still scattered around my foyer.” She stood, displaying those incredibly sexy legs beneath his T-shirt she was wearing, and Caelan’s dick stirred. “Pepperoni.”

  He cleared his throat and turned away from the sight of her. “That’s it?” Damn it. Nothing like a cracking voice to give yourself away.

  “What else is there?” she asked, as if pepperoni was the only logical pizza topping.

  “Oh, I don’t know, hamburger, green peppers, sausage, onions…”

  “Did you want me to kiss you later?”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely.” Dropping the phone book to the counter, he grabbed her shoulders and tugged her close. “You’ll kiss me now.” Her lips were cool beneath his and tasted of the soda she’d just downed.

  She ground her mouth on his, darting her tongue in and out before pulling away breathlessly. “You said no touching.”

  “Then don’t tempt me, my own.”

  “All right, damn it. You’ve been calling me that all day. Where the hell does it come from?” She had her head tilted and was looking at him like he’d grown horns.

  He hadn’t meant to let the endearment slip out the first time, but it had and now he couldn’t stop saying it. She was his.

  “What?” Maybe if he played stupid he’d get out of having to tell her what she was to him.

  Her lip curled. “You know what I’m talking about, my own.” She reopened the fridge and popped the top of another can of high-octane sugar. Caelan imagined the one-celled embryo in her womb shriveling up, and winced. “What’s wrong?”

  Caffeine probably isn’t good for our baby.

  “Nothing.” He picked up the cordless phone and nearly dropped it. It felt like a block of ice in his hand. Ignoring the strange phenomenon, he dialed the phone number for the pizza place with the biggest ad and placed an order.

  “Are you going to answer me?” Tieran asked when he’d hung up. She slid the can of soda onto the table, so close to the edge he reached over and pushed it back before it took a nosedive.

  “Now who’s the dog?” He had to stall her, to lead her in another direction. He wasn’t prepared to tell her all the ramifications of being his mate.

  “I thought you said a dog was beneath you.” Tieran crossed her arms in front of her, plumping up her breasts.

  He salivated. Like a dog. A wolf, like a wolf, damn it. “What were we talking about?”

  She dropped her hands to her sides with a slap. “Quit staring at my breasts and you might remember.” Her voice grew as sickly sweet as the smile on her face. “My own.”

  He cleared his throat. “It’s just a wolf thing,” he fudged.

  “What kind of wolf thing?”

  Goddamn, but the woman was tenacious. And he loved her. He’d never believed the elders when they’d told him that finding your mate meant instant true love. At least on his part. Humans, of course, had a bit harder time of it.

  “It’s what we call our mates,” he muttered.

  “What?”


  “Our mates. It’s what we call our mates.” Caelan ground his teeth together. It was coming, he could feel it. First she’d laugh, then explode, then try to throw him out the door. Key word here—try. She could try to throw him out, but wouldn’t succeed. Not with the Mate Killer, her psychic abilities and their baby growing in her belly.

  “That sounds so…permanent.”

  “It is,” he granted.

  She dropped her head back and he swore he saw her mouth form the words, “why me”. Then her head cocked to the side and damned if she didn’t look like she was listening to something nobody heard but her. She sighed and tucked her chin to her chest, looking resigned, to say the least.

  “Something tells me you’re not going to go away. Why don’t you tell me about this whole mate thing?”

  Caelan paused for a moment. He wanted to kiss her. No laughing, no gawking, no, “Are you fucking crazy?” remarks, just pure help-me-out-here, and make-me-understand. He cleared his throat.

  “No, I’m not going anywhere. Especially not now.” He stepped closer, turned her around so her back was to his front, and covered her belly with his hands.

  “Why not now, Caelan? What’s happening?”

  He blew out a breath, vibrating his lips against the side of her neck.

  Tieran pulled out of his grasp and moved around him. She kept her wary gaze on his face as she dropped into a chair. Her elbow knocked into the soda can, nearly tipping it over.

  “I am a shape-shifter. One of many,” he said when she quirked an eyebrow and looked at him like she wanted to say, “duh”. “There are communities of us all around you. We live and work and play amongst humans who are none the wiser.”

  “How is this possible, Caelan? You’re talking about an entire race of peop—what are you again?”

  “Shape-shifters.”

  “Shape-shifters. How is it that no one knows about you? Scientists would have a field day.”

  Caelan winced. She was absolutely right. “We’ve kept our anonymity for centuries by simply hiding in plain sight. We hold the same jobs and positions as humans, eat the same food, pay the same taxes. The only difference—”