Kenzie ~Book one in the North Pack series~

~Chapter two~

I lay naked in my king sized bed with one thick arm behind my head, watching the beautiful creature between my legs licking my seed from my abs with her wicked little tongue. The smell of her lilac perfume still hanging in the air, her green eyes watched my gold ones as the barbell in her tongue ran across my overheated skin. "You're a wicked little thing you know..." I told her with a smirk as I grabbed a fistful of her long black hair, my voice coming out husky and a bit tired from our recent romp. Smiling pulling her up by that handful of hair to kiss her plump lips firmly, cupping her firm little ass resting it on my stomach. I pulled back slowly with a frown as her giggles suddenly stopped, a look of sadness on her perfect face. "Once she's really here... its over..." Her voice full of pain and sadness that caused my heart to clench in my chest. She wasn't wrong, once the girl designated to be mine actually arrived, I would no longer be able to give my pet the attention she needed or wanted.

I sighed heavily laying back again pulling her on top of me, tracing the purple butterfly tattooed on her back as she did the same to the howling tribal wolf on my ribs. Kissing her hand as it reached up to play with a bit of my  longish black hair. "I know this is going to be hard... for both of us... but even with her here I will do my best to care for you. I promise..." I told her softly as I kissed her wrist gently pulling it away from my hair. "Besides, you are going to be in charge of training her for me. Since she is a virgin and all... no idea what a man really likes.." The words leaving my lips sounding resentful and angry, causing her to look up at me.

Star had come to my pack to be a toy for all my boys, she was barely of age. As she came to me night after night, I began to feel something I associated with feelings of love. I wasn't sure as I had never felt love before so how could I know for sure. Alas, she became mine. My toy, my property, my pet. No other males in the house would touch her without suffering my wrath. She had the official seal of pack Master's bitch on the small of her back. A simple scroll in black and red that read daor, or slave in Gaelic. How I wished it could have read mate instead. I did feel like she could be that one, we fought like cats and dogs and made love every night like we'd never see each other again and it was our last chance. She was able to keep me level headed and see the truth in things even when I was ready to kill or didn't want to see what was right in front of me.

"I do not want to be anywhere near that bitch... she is ruining everything..." I felt myself growing a bit aroused listening to her as her much heavier Gaelic accent started to show itself. Trying not to smile as she sat up and started going off on a full blown rant, her arms waving around wildly as she tried to make her point clearer. But before she could get another word out I sat up and threw her onto the bed, a look of surprise on her face as I leaned down kissing her, pinning her arms above her head, wedging my wide hips between her thighs. Groaning low as she let out a quiet moan into my mouth, her legs wrapping tight around me as I found the warm waiting spot I had grown to know so well. Sliding into her with one swift motion, her body arching into mine instinctively as her moaning grew louder. Her head tilting to the side a bit giving me access to her thin, delicate neck. A bruise already having bloomed from earlier, leaning down biting onto it anyway, growling drilling my hips into her as her moans turned into screams, her wrists pulling against my iron grip on them as she writhed under me. I let them go and grabbed a fistful of her hair, my other hand gripping the sheet by her head. Letting out a loud growl as her black painted, claw like nails dragged their way up my back. If tonight truly was going to be our last night in this bed together then by the gods we were going to enjoy every last minute of it.