Growling, he grazed her inner thigh warningly with his claws, making it clear that he wasn’t willing to part with her taste yet. Bastard. Then he nestled his tongue inside her, swirling and stabbing and sending sparks of agonising bliss zinging through her. With each thrust of his tongue the friction built within her, threatening to shatter her. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to keep going. Then a finger drove inside her as he bit down gently on her cl*t and she virtually imploded, moaning and shuddering.

When Taryn was able to lift her head and open her eyes it was to see him staring at her, licking her juices from his bottom lip. “You’re a teasing bastard.” Her voice was coarse. Wearing a very boyish smile, he gently but firmly collared her throat with his hand and urged her upright. Then his lips ravaged hers as his tongue drove into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself.

“Now I have the taste of you on my tongue, I want the feel of that tight pu**y around my cock. Do you want me inside you?” She nodded. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

Hadn’t he made her wait long enough? Asshole. “I want you,” she said sharply and begrudgingly. “Now do it.”

Trey pulled her to the edge of the counter and angled her just how he wanted her. Then he locked his hands onto her h*ps and began to work his c*ck inside her. He groaned as her muscles tightened around him, trying to drag him deeper. His wolf wanted him to ram into her, to f**k her hard and fill her with his cum, but Trey simply eased himself slowly inside, controlled and smooth. He stopped after only feeding her a few inches. Her lust-dazed eyes slammed to his. “Do you like that? Shall I give you more?” She nodded. “I want the words, Taryn.”

“I’m pretty sure you promised to f**k me raw.”

“My little bitch is getting impatient, is she?” he asked with a smile. “Then tell me, do you want more?”

“Yes dammit,” she growled.

He gave her another couple of inches then stilled again. “More?”

Taryn wanted to wipe that superior look from his face. Even her wolf didn’t like it. “If you want someone who’ll make all the right noises and say all the right words when you tell her to then go find someone else!”

Trey nipped her lip. “I don’t want anyone else, baby. I just want to hear my Taryn telling me she wants me. Shall I tell you how much I want to f**k this hot little body? How I’ve wanted to f**k you since the second I saw you? That’s right, baby, I wanted you before we mated. What I want to do right now is make you come so hard you scream.” At a sluggish pace he withdrew and then slowly sank back in, but he didn’t go any deeper than before. She moaned irritably. “If you want more, all you have to do is say so. Come on, give me the words, baby. Give me what I want.”

After a lengthy pause she said, “I want more.” Abruptly he slammed into her, forcing her to take all of him, and she very nearly screamed. The sensation of his size stretching her was incredible. It was pleasure, it was pain, and nothing had ever felt better.

“So tight,” he groaned. “God, that feels so f**king good.” As he waited for her body to adjust, he ravished her lips, knotting his tongue with hers over and over. “I love your mouth. One of these days, I’m going to have those lips of yours wrapped around my c*ck while I f**k your mouth.”

“No way, a**hole.”

“And that’s another thing I’ll be doing very soon. Fucking your sweet little ass.”

“Could you come back from La La Land? At least ’til we’re done here with the whole f**king me raw thing?”

Hearing the impatience in her tone, he said, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you the hard f**k you want. Even if you didn’t want it, I’d make you take it.” He reared back and then began ruthlessly pounding into her at a furious pace. Her head dropped back and those husky sounds he loved began pouring out of her.

A growl rumbled up Trey’s chest as her claws pressed into the flesh of his back. She wasn’t breaking the skin though, wasn’t marking him. He knew that she wanted to leave her mark on him – she was clenching her jaw against the urge to bite him just as he had done that first night. Unlike her, he had no interest in holding back. He liked seeing his brand on her body and liked knowing that others would see it.

Trey leaned forward and bit down hard at the juncture of her neck, groaning as her muscles tightened around him just as they always did when he marked her. Unable to help himself he swooped down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and then biting down to leave another mark.

Her head snapped up as she growled. “Stop branding me!”

He smiled. “Why would I want to do that, baby?” Without warning he dragged her from the counter, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist, and slammed her back against the wall. Then he plunged a finger into her ass and she cried out. “That’s where I’m going to be soon, Taryn,” he promised as he continued f**king her feverishly.

“No,” she bit out, ignoring the carnal bliss of the double assault to her body.

“Oh yeah your ass is going to squeeze me so tight, just like this sweet little pu**y I’m f**king.”

She kicked and scratched even as she groaned and whimpered.

“That’s it, baby, scratch me. Mark me. Your wolf needs it, doesn’t she?”

The traitorous bitch did, but Taryn was resolute that she might scratch him, but she wouldn’t break the skin, wouldn’t mark him. She wasn’t going to make the eventual separation more difficult for her wolf. It appeared that he, on the other hand, wasn’t interested in exercising any restraint. He bit her earlobe, her throat, her shoulder, and the hollow beneath her ear. The worst part about it was that it had her groaning every time. At this point she was making noises that were somewhere between moans and sobs.

“Louder, Taryn. I want every person in these caves to know that I’m f**king you right now. I want them to know that I own you.” When defiance again flashed on her face he thrust the finger in her ass hard. “Don’t you tell me no. You belong to me.”

“Then you belong to me!”

“You’re right, baby, I do.” Sensing she was close, Trey reached a hand between them and parted her folds, exposing her cl*t to the feverish motion of his pelvis as he repeatedly hammered into her. “Let me hear you scream, Taryn,” he demanded, “let them all hear you scream. Now!” He locked his teeth over his mark and plunged a second finger into her ass. She jolted and screamed as her cl**ax tore through her, making her muscles close down on his c*ck and milk him as he forcefully exploded inside her. “Fuuuuuuck!”

This female was going to kill him.

Not sure how much longer his legs would hold him but not wanting to leave her body just yet, Trey turned and slid down the wall until his ass met the floor with a thump. She collapsed across his chest, panting and quivering with the aftershocks. “It’s not normal to come that hard.” He hadn’t realized he’d said that aloud until she spoke.

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

Obviously it was only due to their partially developed mating link and the temporary connection between their wolves. Ignoring that part of him that insisted what was between them was more than that, he let his head fall back against the wall. He grinned as his c*ck began hardening inside her. This was going to be a long night, he had weeks to make up for.

CHAPTER TEN

Taryn wasn’t oblivious to the looks she was getting from the people in the diner. As this was a place where powerful alphas tended to congregate – the kind who saw latency as a weakness – the door had never been open to her. It was kind of like a school situation where only the popular kids got to hang out in a particular crowd. That wasn’t why people kept looking at her though. It was because she was sitting next to a hulking great Alpha male who was known for being a violent bastard but was toying with her hair with the lightest touch as she ate her breakfast. The same hulking great Alpha Male who had a tendency to turn feral in his wolf form.

Their expressions ranged from curious to awed, probably due to the rumor that she had calmed him when he was feral or maybe just due to the fact that she was sitting with the local psychotic shifter. Of course they were quick to look away if Trey shot them a scowl, but he seemed to like the idea that other males might want her. Weird bastard.

Smiling at the sight of his tiny mate practically attacking a plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, tomatoes and baked beans, Trey massaged her nape. “Enjoying that, baby?” Apparently too engrossed to give him any attention, she simply nodded.

He hadn’t ordered anything for himself other than coffee as he wasn’t particularly hungry at the time, but the smell of meat so close was too much to resist. He took a slice of bacon from her plate and dipped it in her egg before taking a chunk from it. She froze then slowly swerved her head to face him, snarling. He knew why. He’d learned early that his mate was territorial over her food, but needling her was always fun. Surprising him, she abruptly leaned forward and snatched the bacon from his hand with her teeth, making him think of a chameleon catching a fly with its tongue. His chuckle quickly died as the door of the diner opened and a familiar scent reached his nose.

Taryn looked up to see Lance Warner walking toward them flanked by Oscar and Perry. All three looked relatively nervous even though the meeting had been set up by Trey via Rhett. As Trey was convinced that forming an alliance with her father would upset her, he had earlier that morning offered to cancel the meeting. However, she had encouraged him to go. It seemed dumb for him to have mated with her for this alliance only to then refuse to even meet with her father to discuss the issue. As she always did when Lance was around, her wolf flexed her claws and growled – although she recognised this wolf as her father, she didn’t like him.

As Lance stopped before their table it was Trey’s cue to stand, but he didn’t – something that was a lack of respect and made it clear that he didn’t trust Lance. The old Alpha had the option of leaving, refusing to sit with someone who would show disrespect, or he could sit down and attempt to earn that respect. Trey guessed that Lance would want an alliance too much to just walk out. He was right.

The three wolves joined their table, sliding onto the bench opposite theirs, with Lance in the middle. The old man folded his arms across his broad chest. He was in good shape for his age, Trey thought. But both of them knew Trey could take him easy.

Lance’s gaze finally flicked to Taryn who, apparently uninterested in waiting for her own father to acknowledge her, was focused on her half-finished meal. “I’m sure you’ll remember Oscar and Perry so I don’t need to introduce them. A few of my other enforcers are outside.”

Trey heard the ‘I’m not defenceless’ warning within that sentence. “If you look behind me, you should see my Beta and a few of my own enforcers.” He heard as Dante said ‘Hi there’. He imagined that Tao, Dominic and Ryan would be giving Lance looks that said they hoped he gave them a reason to pounce on him. Each one of them despised the old Alpha for his treatment of Taryn.

Lance exhaled heavily. “It’s fair to say we got off on the wrong foot.”

“Are you referring to how you tried to take my mate from me?” Trey’s wolf growled at the memory.

“I had every reason to believe that she wasn’t your true mate. Considering that she’s my daughter, taking her with me wouldn’t exactly have been kidnapping her.”

“Your daughter, huh? Biologically, maybe. In practice, not so much.”

Again Lance’s gaze darted briefly to an otherwise occupied Taryn. “I heard about what happened with Roscoe.”

“Yes, it was all very sad.”

“I also heard that you went feral and that Taryn managed to calm you down and bring you back from that.” Lance’s gaze focused solely on her and he seemed to be looking at her through new eyes. Almost done with her meal, she was eating what was left of her toast. Damn she ate fast and it always brought a smile from Trey. Not right now, though, because she was being ogled by her father’s enforcer who didn’t think Trey would notice.

Yeah he knew she was a very sensual creature and sometimes it gave him a kick to know that others wanted what was his, but not when those males were obviously daydreaming about that fantasy mouth of hers. “If you keep staring at my mate I’ll rip your f**king throat out.” Oscar double-blinked then quickly lowered his eyes. That didn’t placate Trey or his wolf. As if Taryn sensed that, she rubbed her jaw against his shoulder and briefly patted his thigh. He calmed slightly at the bodily contact and, needing more, he resumed massaging her nape.

Lance frowned, watching them closely.

“It was wise that you didn’t come along with Roscoe. I’ll tear anyone apart who tries to take her from me, I don’t give a shit who they are or how many alliances they have.” The look on Lance’s face said he believed him. So he should. Trey decided not to think on the fact that it was more than his wolf’s possessiveness and his mating instincts that drove him to make that very truthful statement.

Sighing happily now that she had demolished her meal, Taryn leaned back in her seat and rubbed her bloated stomach. “I’m stuffed.”

“Not too stuffed for coffee, right?” said Trey.

“Never too stuffed for coffee.” She reached out and gripped her cup, only then meeting her dad’s eyes. “Well hello Daddy Dearest.”

“Nice of you to finally acknowledge me.”

“Really? I wasn’t aware you’d give a shit.”

Puffing up his chest a little, Lance said, “Alright, let’s talk alliances.”