The Pack Girl's Retribution (Sequel to The Pack's Girl)

My Busy Body

I swayed over him. Swinging forward and back. Feeling his staff, slicking me inside. I glided over him. Taking him deep and rising off him. Making love to him and reassuring him that he was important to me.

He deserved to know.

I should've shared what I was up to.

He had done nothing but offer me wise advice and patience and I had thanked him with secrecy.

His anger is warranted. I could admit that.

Soon he rumbled in his throat, purring in satisfaction for what I was doing to him. He growled and caught my hips. Making the movements more aggressive as he sought deeper hold over me.

A way to control me.

"I need you to remember you're mine." He growled. His head arching back in the peaks of his swirling pleasure. His body tensed. The flat plane of his muscled chest flexing. His rippling abdomen tightening as he reached closer to attaining his pleasure.

Refusing to resist the urge I reached down and raked my nails down his chest. Wanting to leave a trail of my passion visible on his body. But it wasn't enough. I wanted more.

I leaned over him and sunk my teeth into his shoulder.

He yelped. Lurching up and giving me and intense look as my teeth sharpened to tiny pinpricks. Driving deeper beneath his flesh as I marked him as mine.

***

His gaze met mine stunned. I lifted my head and levelled blue eyes into his green ones.

"You marked me?" He looked confused.

"You marked me." I defended.

"I did. And I don't regret it. Only that you are so willful."

"You would change me?"

"Never. But I'd make you communicate your will to me rather than running rogue on me."

Running rogue. It made a smile twirl around my lips at the thought of me, boring as I was, running rogue.

He lurched up and caught my upper arms. "Never laugh at the way I feel about you, Vanna Rae."

My eyes widened. "I didn't mean it like that."

His hands slid down. Caressing over my arms. "I dearly hope not. Remember how close I was to pounding you to the point of begging for mercy. Betray me again and I'll not be so kind next time."

I gave him a long study. Knowing that tone in his voice. He means it.

***

I slowly resumed the pace. Taking him in deeper with each long stroke and his body seemed even more primed than before. Eagerly greeting me as his hips rose. His length reaching new heights of hardness.

He groaned low in his throat. "Vanna..."

Suddenly it felt like someone had stuck a lightning rod to me. An intense wave shocked me from my core and rolled up in a wild wave that shook me. Making me clench viciously on him. Gasping for air as I clutched at him. My head tipped back so far, I thought I might break my own damn neck.

I jerked spasmically forward. Rocking to a rhythm I had no control over to pinch against him. Stealing my pleasure from his body as I moaned. My back jerking. When finally, I fell against him, he gave me an astonished look. Mouth gaping.

"I've never seen you lose it like that in passion."

"I didn't get much of my own that first night."

"I know." His expression looked pained. "I'm sorry for that, Vanna. We were greedy and stupid. I can't remember a single conscious thought running through my brain for the two days leading up to the Mating Moon. I was a mindless beast."

"A lustful beast." I corrected. Leaning up enough to hold his cheeks between my trembling palms.

***

"I'm not sure I'll be able to earn yours." I whispered against his lips. After his mouth was done ravishing mine.

"You already did." A bit of humor brightened his eyes and made his mouth turn at one corner. "You were just so busy with yours you didn't notice."

"Oh!" I gave him an apologetic look.

He put up a staying hand. "No, need. I enjoyed it more that way."

He was rubbing the back of my arm but gave it a light pat. Indicating it was time for us to rise and go back.

Before the other two come looking for us.

I knew Hunter would not take it well that I had promised him he'd earn a special night with me if he found my old house, which he had done, and I was thanking him by having a dalliance with Vanquish instead.

He'll be hurt and angry.

I glanced at Vanquish straightening in my peripheral. One man like that is quite enough.

***

As I rose, I immediately felt the ache between my legs. Bruising from his first forceful taking. And some from me riding down on him.

I blew a slow breath, seeing him collecting my dress and put it over my shoulders. Pulling it around me and waiting for me to steady myself enough to put my arms through the sleeves.

He eyed where my dress was torn down the front.

Tugging on his own clothes, I noticed his movements were still a bit jerky and registered that though we'd come to some sort of an understanding, he was still mad.

"How long will you be angry with me?" I asked softly. Holding my dress together.

"Probably longer than it takes that bruising to heal, I'd wager."

"Sometimes you can be very hateful."

His head shot up and his eyes narrowed. "And sometimes you can be quite cruel, Vanna."

I winced. That was probably true.

I did understand that my selfishness had been putting them in danger lately. But I was determined to find my past. And who I am.

And whatever family I might have left.

***

Finally, he faced me. Waiting for me to straighten and meet his gaze. "You marked me."

"I know."

"You know they won't take this well?"

Racer and Hunter.

"No. They won't." I acknowledged. "Could we try to hide it for awhile?"

"If you wanted me to hide it, why'd you do it?"

Because I wanted to own him the same way I was his. He was always talking about how I was his and I wanted to share in that possession.

Be confident in it the same way he was.