Page 16 of Creed


  His lips curved upward and it melted her when he grinned like that. “You said fucking me would be torture.”

  “Absolutely. Torture me, baby. I look forward to it.”

  “Let me lock the door. I don’t want him to come back.”

  “Good idea.” She let him go and backed away.

  “I brought food.”

  “I want you more. We’ll eat later.”

  “I have to put this away or it will go bad. Some of it is fresh meat.”

  “Hurry. I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

  “I will.”

  He strode to the door and bolted it. She watched him bend to pick up the bag he’d brought before she rushed down the hallway. The bed beckoned and she climbed on, fumbling to get rid of the cape. She tossed the material on the floor and then glanced at the four posts. They were almost thick enough to be considered pillars. She stood on the bed, walking to one at the foot.

  Creed entered and started stripping, his gaze fixed on her. “The calling is fainter.”

  “It’s this stuff they dipped me in when I arrived. That’s why I probably made a face when you mentioned taking a bath. I can relate to fried foods now.”

  He bent down, tearing off his boots. “I don’t understand.”

  “My mother dips meat in milk and egg, then breads it. I felt like that, minus the sticky part.”

  He straightened and approached. It was nice to be taller than him for once. He wrapped one of his hands around her waist and leaned in, burying his face against her chest. He inhaled. “I see.”

  “Do I stink? My nose doesn’t pick it up but yours is more sensitive.”

  “No. It faintly masks your scent. I pick up natural oils, a little maple, and—”

  “Don’t tell me the rest. I don’t want to know if it’s something gross.”

  He turned his head, rubbing his cheek against the side of her breast. “There won’t be hormones this time. I’ll be gentler with you.”

  She slid her fingers into his hair and he lifted his chin. “Don’t hold back with me. Ever. Just be you, Creed.”

  “Are you certain?”

  “Yes.”

  He seemed to study her eyes and then released her, backing away. “Tell me if it gets too intense.”

  She grinned. “Do you want to use a safe word?”

  “What is that?” He started unfastening his pants.

  “Humans pick a word to call out if the sex gets too rough.”

  He scowled. “I don’t want to know any more.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “It reminds me that you’ve had lovers.”

  “I’m sure you have too.”

  He rumbled deep in his chest. “Only during the ravage. One, who wasn’t you. Don’t ever tell me anything about the lovers you’ve had, Angel. I’ll track them down and kill them. I wouldn’t want you to hate me for doing that.”

  He was jealous. “Creed?”

  He held her stare.

  “You’re the only man I’ve ever loved. Nothing else matters.”

  “You’d let me kill them?”

  She inwardly winced. That wouldn’t be good. No one should die just because she’d slept with them. “They don’t matter enough to kill,” she stated honestly.

  He bent, shoving down his pants. She released the bedpost and backed up to sit on the bed. Creed rid himself of his pants and lunged forward. He grabbed her ankle before she could react. He gripped the other one and pulled. Angel gasped, falling flat on the mattress.

  “You’re mine now. No one else will ever touch you again.” He jerked her down the bed toward him.

  She wasn’t afraid. Creed bent her legs when he ran his hands up them to her thighs. He parted them, using his hold to drag her a little closer. She lifted her head, noticing he was aroused. There was no missing Creed with a hard-on.

  “I’m not skilled but I’m motivated,” he rasped. “I researched human sex.”

  That surprised her. “You did?”

  His eyes were swirling silver. “I couldn’t have you but I thought about it often.” He glanced down at her pussy. “I daydreamed about what it would be like if I ever had you in my bed. I wanted it to be good for you. I bought books women wrote on pleasing them. I knew they’d have the best advice.”

  She’d thought he’d never wanted her but that confession proved her wrong. It must have been a lot of trouble for him to do that. It wasn’t like they had bookstores in the village. He probably had to order them by internet or travel to a bigger city to find them. The fact that he would go to that much trouble for her meant everything. He did love her.

  He held her stare. “Am I making you sad?”

  “No. The opposite. That’s so sweet, Creed. You did that for me?”

  “You don’t go into heat the way a Lycan does. I never dreamed you would volunteer for the ravage. It meant if I ever took you to bed that I’d have to know how to make you wet and ready to take me.”

  “Keep talking and I’m there.”

  “I haven’t even told you how beautiful I think you are. The book stated I should tell you how you affect me.” He glanced down at his stiff cock. “Besides the physical indications.”

  “Just kiss me and let me touch you. That will do it.”

  “I will never forget the feel of your mouth on me. I want to do the same to you. It brought me such pleasure.”

  “Okay. I’m not going to talk you out of that.” She bit her lip. “Did you research sexual positions? I’ve never done sixty-nine but we could give it a shot.”

  “I did. It would be too distracting. Tell me if I do this wrong.”

  He bent forward, spreading her thighs more. Angel held her breath as she watched him get closer to her pussy. He released her thighs and shoved his hands under her ass, lifting it a little. Then his mouth was on her.

  He had a hot, wet tongue. He was hesitant at first, tracing it upward from her slit to her clit. She reached down, lightly touching his hair by stroking it. She kept her legs wide apart to give him plenty of room. He found the spot and she moaned.

  “There.”

  He stopped and lifted his head. “Yes?”

  “Oh yeah. Zone in right there and you have me.”

  He actually smiled. “Up and down or circles?”

  “Either way.”

  “I’ll figure it out.” He dipped his head, his mouth returning to her clit. He applied more pressure but was teasing with the tip of his tongue, almost playing.

  Angel closed her eyes. “A little rougher,” she urged.

  He complied and she moaned, releasing his hair so she didn’t pull it. She gripped her thighs instead to keep from slamming them shut on his face when it started to feel too good.

  “Can you growl for me? Lycan style?”

  He growled and it added vibrations. She moaned louder and knew she wasn’t going to last long. Creed was a fast learner. Her nipples tightened and she reached up, running a hand over one. He pulled her closer or buried his face more, she wasn’t sure which. It made it feel even better. Ecstasy struck and she cried out his name as she came.

  Creed stopped growling and lifted his face, easing her ass to the bed. “Your taste makes me so hard.”

  She opened her eyes, staring into his silver ones. “A-plus,” she panted.

  He arched one eyebrow and removed his hands from under her ass. He traced his finger over the seam of her pussy. “You’re wet now. What is A-plus?”

  “The best grade you could get. You pass oral sex training,” she joked.

  He moved his hand and gripped her thighs, dragging her ass to the end of the bed. He entered her in one slow thrust. She loved watching his face, almost as much as the feel of how big and wonderful his cock felt inside her. He closed his eyes, his fangs extending. His lips were parted so she could see them. He held her legs as he started to move in and out of her.

  “This should be outlawed,” he groaned.

  She reached up and cupped her breasts, massaging them. “Wat
ch.”

  He opened his eyes and noticed what she did. He started to fuck her faster, pounding in and out of her. He adjusted his hold and gripped the tops of her bent thighs to hold her in place.

  She arched her back, licking her lips. “You’re so hard. You feel so good.”

  His skin started to pale and shade gray. He froze, breathing heavy. “It feels too good. It’s excessively stimulating.”

  Frustration rose. “Don’t do that.” She moved her legs, hooking them around his hips to pull him close and making his cock go inside her deeper. “Let go, Creed. Be yourself. Feel for me. Don’t hold back.”

  He bowed his head. “It’s wrong to feel this much.”

  She shook her own. “There’s no one here but us. No one is going to see, Creed. Let go, baby. It’s called passion, and we’re mates.” She rocked her hips, moving him inside her. It made her moan. “Fuck me. Give me everything you’ve got.”

  His eyes were so amazing when they were swirling silver, almost glowing, as if they had a life of their own. He looked down at her breasts. She rubbed them again, showing him how her nipples responded.

  “Angel.” It sounded like a warning.

  “Are you about to lose control?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Lose it.”

  It was all the urging he needed. He shoved her hands out of the way. His chest pinned hers and he started to fuck her. She wrapped her legs higher around his waist. She found his back, raking her nails over it. The slits that were usually smooth over his shoulder blades ridged out and she knew he was about to sprout wings. She moved her hands lower, down to his spine, to give them room if they did. His cock felt harder and thicker. She lifted her head, kissing his shoulder. It was hard to focus on him when she wanted to come. She fought it though. It was more about him at that moment.

  He buried his face against her throat, moans tearing from his parted lips. His fangs touched her and she moved her head in the opposite direction. “Yes,” she urged, panting.

  He bit. The slight pain, added to the mounting pleasure, sent her over the edge. She cried out his name, holding on tight as she climaxed. Creed’s jaw clamped down and he fucked her harder, faster. Then he threw his head back, letting her go with his fangs. He groaned as he found his own release.

  Angel smiled, trying to think around her body tingling from being loved by her mate. His wings had come out and they were resting over the top of her legs wrapped around his waist. She glanced at his skin. He was grayish in color but his flesh had remained supple and warm.

  “A-plus and bonus credit for the velvet rubbing against my skin.” She knew he’d understand what she meant. His wings were that soft.

  He chuckled.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The fire coming from the fireplace across the room gave off a romantic atmosphere. Angel finished her last piece of elk. Creed had brought in more pillows from the spare bedroom and both of them sat up in bed, cushioned from the headboard.

  “Thank you. I didn’t even know you could cook.” She flashed him a smile. “It was really good.”

  “I’ve lived alone since I was a small youngling. I don’t like to eat it fresh from the bone. The scouts taught me how to cook.”

  “You didn’t get the craving for raw meat from your mother?”

  “No. I enjoy my meals cooked.”

  “Me too. I always had to glance away when someone from the pack captured and immediately ate a rabbit or something. Raw meat is gross.” She moved her legs, untangling them from his bedding. “Thank you. It was so thoughtful of you to start a fire and then fix me dinner.”

  “You’re my mate.” He used a napkin to dab at her chin.

  “You’re spoiling me.”

  “You deserve that and so much more.”

  She studied his eyes. “How are you doing?”

  “Why do you ask?”

  “We just spent two hours messing up your bed and this is our first night as mates. I know how I feel, but I’m wondering about you.”

  “I like this.”

  “Good.”

  He took her plate and twisted away, placing it on a table he’d carried in. He faced her again. “I would like to discuss something with you.”

  “Okay. Hit me.”

  He scowled. “Never.”

  “It’s a saying.”

  “I don’t like that one.”

  She grinned. “What do you want to talk about?”

  “There’re two subjects we need to cover as new mates.”

  She was curious. “What are they?”

  “I just thought of another. Three subjects.”

  “Okay.”

  He pulled away from the pillows to get a better look at her face. “Will you take my blood? It will strengthen the bond.”

  “Yes.”

  “You don’t have fangs. I’ll have to bleed for you.”

  She nodded. “I’m sorry about that. I’m familiar with it since my parents told me what mates do. You’ll need to cut yourself so I can get the blood.”

  “Never apologize. It’s a custom of ours to share blood that way. We don’t bite into someone unless it’s to take their blood to trigger the mating process. I bit you tonight because we’re still bonding. Once it’s complete, I won’t have that urge anymore.”

  “I didn’t know that.”

  “I’d like for you to sleep in my bed with me.”

  That surprised her. “Was there ever a doubt?”

  “We keep our own bedchambers. That’s our custom.”

  “That one sucks, so no, I’m not sleeping apart from you. I’d have fought with you’d tried to put me in another room. I’d have just climbed into bed with you after you had fallen asleep. Try to keep me away from you.”

  He smiled. “Good. I like having you close, and I’d worry about you being cold or frightened in another room.”

  “That has nothing to do with my reasons. I just want to hold you.”

  His expression softened. “I want that as well.”

  “You said three. What’s the third?”

  He reached out and placed his hand on her stomach. “Children. We need to decide if you should eat the root or not.”

  “The what?”

  “It’s our form of birth control for humans. I asked a scout I trust about how to avoid pregnancy happening while I went to get food. He said he could get it for me if I wanted. You need to start eating it, since I’ve mated you. You need to take a bite of the root every day. Our sperm is very strong when we go into the ravage or when we first take a mate. You’re putting off the calling scent and my body responds to that by trying very hard to impregnate you.”

  “So you’re saying you have super-sperm right now?”

  He nodded.

  “This root works as a contraceptive?”

  “Yes.”

  Angel placed her hand on her stomach, imagining what it would be like to have Creed’s baby. The thought wasn’t a bad one. She liked the idea. “Do you want kids?”

  His eyes were blue at that moment but they sparked with silver, as if lightening were striking inside the irises. “I would be honored if you did. You’re human, so there’s a higher chance you can get pregnant since you can’t control your ovulation cycles.”

  “I don’t think so. I’m on the shot. It’s a human form of birth control. I haven’t taken your blood yet except for when I bit you. I don’t think that was enough though. Once I do, it can mess with it. Otherwise, in a month it won’t be good anymore. That’s when I’m due to have another shot.”

  His lips compressed into a tight line.

  “What?”

  “Why were you on it? No—don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.” He looked away.

  “I have the worst periods ever,” she admitted. “Cramps. I get PMS. It’s bad. I’ll cry, then burst into a bitch fit of major proportions over stupid shit. It’s not pretty. That’s why I started taking the shot and stay on it. It prevents me from having periods.”

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sp; He held her gaze. “It wasn’t because you had a lover before you came home to the pack? Is he waiting for you to return?”

  “No.”

  He rubbed her stomach. “I would like to leave it to nature.”

  She understood his meaning. “That’s fine with me.”

  “You wouldn’t feel ill at ease if you got pregnant?”

  She didn’t laugh at the way he put it. She translated it into freaking out. “To have a little version of you? No.” She clasped his hand over her belly. “Never. As you said, it would be an honor.”

  “It’s a new concept to me, contemplating having a youngling. I believed I wouldn’t have to consider it until after my hundredth birthday.”

  “You’ll make a wonderful father.”

  He looked away. “I have my doubts.”

  “Hey?” She reached up and grabbed his jaw, turning his face back. She held his gaze. “You will make an amazing father. Trust me on that.”

  “I never wish to be like my own.”

  “You won’t be.”

  He grew silent.

  “I’m going to tell you what my mother said to me. I had this freak-out moment once about what kind of mother I’d be one day if I ever had kids. My biological one took off, remember? She abandoned me to that place where you found me. Just left me to that hell. I was worried I might have inherited bad traits. See where I’m going with this? Do you want to know the advice my mother shared?”

  He leaned into her hand, watching her. “Yes.”

  “Life is what you make it. You take the bad you’ve experienced or seen and learn what not to do later in life. Who you become is up to you. The past is just that. You let it go and move forward. You are going to be a fantastic father.”

  “I lack in the ability to show emotion.”

  “That’s why you have me. We’ll have time to work on it, Creed.” She smiled. “You’ve come a long way. Could you imagine us in bed together like this a month ago, doing the things we just did?”

  He smiled back. “No.”

  “See? And this is our second night together. You build walls and I’ll break them down. I won’t let you close yourself off ever again.”

  “You will tell me if I’m too cold? I worry I might not meet your needs.”