She’d said it like that was normal.
“Well, I’m glad it wasn’t worse than it was then. Again, I’m so sorry I lost my temper like that.” I told her as I reached out and brushed my thumb over her lip. Her small flinch was the only thing that told me she even remembered what I had done.
I had to see if this was just an anomaly, so I rigged up one of the knives in our cutting block to slip the handle while she used it to cut vegetables for dinner, hoping it would slice open her hand. Much to my sadistic glee, while cutting a bell pepper, the knifeslipped and sliced her hand across her palm. I was in my office when I heard her scream. I ran into the kitchen to see a good amount of blood dripping across the counter into the sink. This cut was deeper, so it took two days to heal. Still, much faster than any normal human healing.
When I’d asked Juliet about this, she had just told me she must be one of those lucky people who healed faster than others. She was naïve enough to believe that was possible.
Over the course of the next few months, I didn’t have to do any type of setup to see her healing abilities, as Juliet had a way of pushing my buttons. I’m not necessarily proud of my behavior. She simply had a way of causing my anger to spike. Sometimes it was simply a hip check into the staircase. A slight elbow to the ribs was always a good way to get her back in line. Squeezing her fingers kept her from telling anyone about our dynamic. And her collarbone was a victim on more than one occasion. At first I was careful about breaking bones. Those required a doctor's intervention. Once I'd hired my own personal physician, things went more smoothly.
I catalogued each injury and how it healed. I realized her DNA had to have inherent qualities and that we could tap into those. I got my investigator involved in researching her family tree. We started with her maternal side. That led them to Nebraska. It took several months, but it turned out Juliet came from a line of people who were not human at all. They are as much animal as human. And I determined I would find a way to tap into their DNA and create a serum to make humans better without turning them into dirty animals in the process.
This was a dangerous proposition. We had to be incredibly careful and methodical. It was a long game, and one I was willing to play. I built a secret, well-hidden lab outside of the country. Hired only the best doctors whom I could trust explicitly. And then I hired mercenaries who valued money above all whoextracted those non-humans and transported them to the lab. We were getting closer to our goal.
Juliet was still the missing link. I would have her back in my hands, I was certain. Sooner rather than later.
Chapter 16
Bronc
Ishoved open the heavy door to our cabin and pulled Juliet inside like a man desperate for air. Her back hit the door with a low thud as I pushed her against it, burying my face in the curve of her neck sucking across my claiming mark. I worked the hooks of her overalls until they pooled at her feet and she kicked them away. Her scent, a mix of her usual ginger and sugar mixed with lust and love, filled my senses. The damp silk of her panties was no match for my searching hand. The sound of our feet scuffed on the wooden floor, mingling with her startled gasps and the rhythm of my deliberate mouth. Each lick, each motion was a command, drawing out the raw urgency between us.
She trembled beneath me, panting as her head tilted back against the door. My tongue found a frantic rhythm, dragging along the column of her throat in swift, demanding strokes. Her hair came loose from its knot and spilled over my fingers, and I could smell the soft scent of her arousal as my fingers found her wet and wanting. The cabin echoed with the creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath our restless feet. With each shift, the door let out a groan, a counterpoint to the soft, fervent sounds escaping her lips. Her hands clawed at my back, nails biting into the fabric of my shirt beneath my cut as she pressed her hips closer.
Her cries rose to a fevered pitch as my fingers worked in insistent, knowing circles. It pulled an almost feral cry from her, high and breathless, and her legs quivered under the strain. I stepped closer, trapping her with the solid weight of my body. Her bare skin was hot to the touch, a heat that I swore burned hotter than the September sun. Her lashes fluttered like she couldn’t decide if the weight of my stare or the pressure of my fingers was more intense. The sharp scent of sweat mixed with the smell of wood of the cabin rose as our movements continued in an urgent, frantic rhythm. She bucked against me with every stroke.
My voice rumbled against her neck, low and sure. My words measured, commanding. “Don’t hold back from me, Juliet. Let go.” Her cries turned to breathless pleas as her hands fisted my shirt, a sudden burst of wild energy as she arched toward me. My mouth never left her neck, the steady pace of my tongue keeping time with the movements of my hand. The entryway amplified her gasps, her voice raw and unrestrained as I continued my relentless, driving pace. I felt the vibrations of her moans run down my throat as I pressed harder against her, finally claiming her mouth with mine. Her lips opened instinctively to the insistent flick of my tongue, and her knees buckled as her body convulsed with the force of my demands.
The cabin wrapped around us, every sound magnified, each creak a note in the frantic symphony we created. I moved my mouth back to the claiming mark on her neck, relentless in my rhythm, insistent in my drive. Her skin tasted of salt and sugar; her voice nothing more than a collection of jagged gasps and breathy pleas. My name on her lips sounded like destiny. More than I deserved. I wanted to tell her everything in my heart. How much she made me feel. My words blended into the movement, the timber of my voice drawing out her cries as my hand moved faster, sure of its path. “You are more than I ever dreamed of, mate.” I growled my Alpha instincts filling her. The cabin closed in, holding us in a moment of sharp, dizzying clarity where the onlything that mattered was the insistent push of my fingers and the raw, desperate sounds that came from her. Her moans rose and fell in quick succession, her back arching, and her eyes locked on mine. The force of it took her voice, replaced by a low, guttural moan that was as full of satisfaction as it was of longing.
Every movement between us was frenzied. We let the raw urgency consume us. Her scent wrapped around my senses. I wanted to pull every ounce of pleasure from her as my fingers worked faster against the swell of her. Her hands slipped from my shirt and clawed at the door behind her as her body jerked forward with each insistent motion. Head thrown back, she exposed more of that beautiful, delicate skin to the push of my mouth. Her scream of release bounced off the walls of the entryway, ragged and uncontrolled, and I felt it everywhere. Her muscles tensed as the force of it ripped through her, as my fingers continued their assault, as I refused to stop until I had wrung every last shudder and every last desperate cry from her lips.
The air felt like it crackled with energy as I pulled her into my arms and up the narrow stairs. She wore only her shirt, bra, and panties by the time I set her down in our room, the dim light casting moving shadows across our skin.
“Strip Juliet.” My command was steady. My words drove her forward as she tossed the overalls she had carried. Her urgency increased with each frantic movement as she fumbled with her boots. “Hurry.” The single word cut through the thick air, sharpening her focus. She pulled them free, then quickly tore off her tank top and panties and threw them on the pile at her feet. Her bra followed with a quick snap, and I could see the sharp rise and fall of her chest as she stood before me, bare and exposed and beautiful.
I didn’t waste time on admiration. My own shirt came off in a single motion, landing on top of hers with precise, calculated abandon. “Get on your knees.” The sharp timber of my voice left her no choice, no room to doubt or delay. Her wide eyes met mineas she dropped to her knees in front of me, the hallway’s shadows playing across her bare skin in wild, unrestrained patterns.
“Remove my boots, then unbutton and unzip my jeans, then pull them down.” Her little pink tongue licked her bottom lip as she worked my boots free. She then leaned up on her knees and reached for the button of my jeans. Her face was adorable as she concentrated on the job. After a minute, she worked the button free and unzipped my jeans and maneuvered them down my legs. Her face was full of admiration as I stepped out of them. God, my cock was straining against my boxer briefs, wanting to bust free. “Now, free my cock. And I’m gonna need you to be quick about it. I’m dying for it to be wrapped in your sweet lips.”
She quickly got back up on her knees and pulled the elastic of my briefs towards her face so she could ease them down. My cock stood directly at attention. While she freed the underwear from my feet; I stroked my erection in anticipation.
My stare pinned her there, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, a tangled mess that added to the reckless beauty of the moment. I could hear the wild thump of my pulse, the loud rush of blood in my ears as her hands found my hips. Her breath came hot and fast against my skin. The weight of my stare was a tangible thing, demanding, pulling, ensuring her actions were exactly what I intended. She didn’t break eye contact, even as she leaned forward, even as she gasped my name and the room echoed with the raw urgency between us.
The air felt charged, heavy with the tension that sizzled like a live wire. Her hands moved with confident precision, tracing paths along the lines of my hips. I couldn’t help the low growl that rose in my throat, couldn’t help the way my fingers tangled in her hair, urging her closer, deeper, more. My control felt as if it might snap. The ragged edge of restraint sharpened by the sight of her and the sound of her, the reality of her on her knees. My voice was a guttural rumble, pushing her to give me everythingshe had, everything she was, every single piece until she was bare and helpless in the face of my demands.
“Put your mouth on me, Juliet.” Her tiny hands grasped me as she led with her tongue, licking the pre-cum off the tip of my dick before taking the whole of me into her mouth. The growl that left my chest folded her ever so much, bringing out her own hum that zapped my chest. “Take me as deep as you can, sweetheart.” And I’ll be damned if she didn’t take me to the back of her throat. My hips surged forward as I gripped her head in my hands. I swear I saw the bulge of my cock in her throat. Her hands kept me there as her tongue moved along the underside, massaging the vein that ran its length as she sucked. Her saliva bathed my shaft as her hands reached for my balls, stroking them with feather-light touches. I felt like a teenage pup about to fucking lose my load within the first five minutes. I quickly pulled her off of me before I came down her throat. The look of bewilderment on her face was so sweet. I pulled her up and consumed her mouth, caging her face with my hands with my searing kiss. She reached for me, wrapping her legs around my waist.
The spacious room filled with the scent of us. The mix of our arousal perfumed the air in a heady mix that was intoxicating. I threw Juliet onto her stomach, and the bed caught her with a bounce. She landed with a giggle, a quick, beautiful sound that filled the room. She moved around and presented herself to me, ass high. My fucking Obedient omega, on her knees, ready for her alpha. She looked over her shoulder at me, waiting for the praise she so unquestionably deserved.
“Look at my exquisite Omega, my Luna.” I spoke while caressing the orbs of her rounded ass. “Never have I seen anything to rival you, Juliet. Now, take what your Alpha gives you.” My hands found her waist and pulled her back, spreading her legs with rough insistence as I leaned over her. Her skin was soft and warm, the curve of her back begging to be touched, kissed, licked.
My fingers found her nipples and pulled sharp and deliberate my chest across her back. Her cries turned to a higher pitch, a perfect, ragged harmony with the low rumble of my voice. Her body arched toward me as my hands worked her over, each motion exact and insistent. I could feel the pounding of my pulse as I took her skin between my fingers, relentless in my drive to hear more, feel more, pull more from her. Her breath came fast and unrestrained, every exhale pushing us toward a frantic edge that was as inevitable as it was consuming.
I kissed the line of her back, wet, claiming drags of my tongue that left her shivering in response. Her taste was vivid, alluring, driving me forward as my mouth moved lower, as I refused to stop until she was nothing but the sounds of her own gasping moans and the slick press of my lips against her skin. She moved against me, desperate in her motions, urgent in her need. The cabin’s silence shattered around us as the bed creaked with every motion. Her soft cries of my name turned to the ragged sounds of her moans.
I licked between her ass cheeks, slow and sure, my tongue dragging along her skin in wet, claiming strokes. She trembled beneath me, and the sound of her voice filled the room in quick, impulsive gasps. Each lick pulled a new reaction from her, a new plea that rang against the bare walls and shot straight through my body. Her hands fisted the bedding, white-knuckled and urgent, as she drove herself backward to meet my mouth. Then I lapped her dripping pussy, my grip on her hips holding her still as my tongue drove into her over and over. She tried to writhe the closer she came to her release. I knew the exact second she was ready to break. I drew back and delivered a sharp, echoing slap to her ass, and the effect was immediate.
Laughter filled the air, and she was beautiful in the way that her wild cries delighted in it. How her body moved in sync with my demands. “You are a fucking goddess, Juliet,” I whispered against her skin, and she shuddered in response, her muscles clenchedas I gripped her tighter. “My Little Wolf. So beautiful.” The words were more than just expressions. They were a claiming, a binding, a reminder of what she was to me. They hung in the air between us. I was hard as stone as I entered her in one swift thrust. Her voice came in a ragged cry, her cry of ‘Alpha’ rising to the ceiling in wild, unrestrained succession.
