Pack Challenge

Chapter Nine

TOC

Zach turned off the motor and pulled the keys out of the ignition. Clearly the woman wanted him dead. She’d thrown him under the proverbial bus two times in the last half hour. And she knew it too.

Now what to do? Simple. Dump her ass and go. If he took her tonight, he was going to keep her. He knew that as securely as he knew she was crazy. And he didn’t want a mate. He especially didn’t want her as a mate. His whole life would be spent trying to keep her pretty ass out of trouble. He had much bigger plans than that.

He pushed open the truck door and stepped out. He reached back in and dragged her out, ignoring her plaintive “Hey!”

He tossed Sara over his shoulder again and walked up the porch steps to her house. He was tempted to drop her on her head, but he carefully lowered her to the ground instead. “Keys,” he ordered. She pulled them out of her pants pocket and handed them over. He unlocked her front door and pushed her inside. He followed behind her and while she stood in the middle of her living room, he double checked the house to make sure they were the only ones there. He wasn’t worried anyone was really there; he would have smelled any Pride members before he even walked in. But it kept him from thinking about how good she smelled or hot she looked in those khaki pants that were clearly too big for her. They kept slipping off her waist and she kept hiking them back up.

“Everything looks safe.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

This was probably not a good time to tell her that there was a whole Pride that wanted to see her dead. The mood she was in right now, she’d go looking for them.

“Never hurts to check.” He headed toward the door, making sure not to touch her as he left.

“You want a drink or something before you go? I think I have tequila around here somewhere.” She kicked off her sneakers and disappeared into her kitchen.

Zach slammed the door and quickly followed, “NO!”

Sara turned around startled.

“And you don’t want any either.” The last thing the woman needed was tequila.

“I don’t?”

“No. No drinking. And don’t go anywhere tonight. Just stay here. Be quiet. Watch TV.”

“I see.” Sara, using only her legs, hopped up on to the counter. Zach was amazed how fast she was changing. Every second she seemed to be getting stronger. “You don’t want me to drink. You don’t want me to go out. You just want me to sit here quietly. Like a good little girl.”

Zach swallowed, “Right.”

“Interesting.” Sara leaned back, her palms resting on the counter top behind her. Her back slightly arched, her breasts pushing against her white T-shirt. She kicked her legs out, the heels of her feet banging against the wood cupboard. “You know, my friends think you did something to me.”

“I did do something to you.” She actually blushed at that.

“Something other than that. Something bad.”

“What do you think?”

“Me? Oh, I think I’m dying.”

Absolutely psychotic. “You’re not dying.” Zach couldn’t help but laugh. “Why would you even think that?”

“My mother died when I was a baby. My father died in an actual animal attack when I was 8. My grandmother was a very unpleasant woman. And I’ve been limping around this town for the last 20 years. Do you really think I believe in good fortune?”

She did have a point. “But how do you feel? Do you feel like you’re dying?”

She was quiet for several moments, and when she spoke her voice was low. “No. I feel strong. Powerful. I feel amazing.”

“You are amazing.” Okay. Where did that come from? How did those words just leave his mouth? And she looked as surprised as he felt.

“Why, thank you tall, dark, stranger.”

“You forgot handsome.”

“No I didn’t.”

He looked into those beautiful brown eyes and realized that he could see his future in those eyes. Everything he’d ever wanted to be or wanted to have were in those eyes.

I gotta get outta here. “I better go.”

“That’s not fair.”

Uh-oh. “What’s not fair?”

“I’m bored. I’m anxious. And you say I can’t leave and I can’t drink.” She looked at him. “So I’m thinking you better come up with a way to keep me occupied or who knows what kind of shit I’ll get in to.”

Zach had no response for that, although his dick certainly did. But he ignored it. “I better go.” That was feeble, he thought desperately.

“Then go.” She didn’t sound hurt or disappointed. In fact, she sounded rather smug.

Zach got as far as the kitchen door that led into the dining room.

He turned and looked at her. “If I go, you’re out the door, aren’t you?”

“Well, you’re not giving me a reason to stay, now are you?”

He growled. He couldn’t help himself. This woman was bringing out every base instinct he had. And she knew it too. When he growled; she smiled. She was playing with him. She was playing with the beast and on some subconscious level, she knew it.

So maybe it was time to show her this was not a game she was ready for. Maybe it was time to show her what it meant to touch the beast within.

One minute he was standing across the room. The next he was standing in front of her. He grabbed her legs and yanked her forward, and she slammed into that brick wall he called a chest.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. It was the only move that prevented her from hitting the floor.

Her breath was coming in shallow gasps, like she ran several flights of stairs. And everywhere her bare skin touched his, she felt her flesh burn. She had never wanted anyone or anything as much as she wanted this man at this moment. Clearly she had found an edge and she was about to go over it.

His hand reached into her hair and grabbed a handful. “You have no idea what you’re doing.” He growled at her. “I’m not nice.”

Yup. There’s the edge. And this is me leaping off it. “If I wanted nice,” she growled back, her hand reaching into his hair and snatching his head back, “I’d fucking ask for it.”

Then his mouth was on hers in a crushing, bruising kiss that left her breathless and fearing he might crack her front teeth. She laughed at the thought as her body was suddenly moving. While his tongue slid around hers, he carried her through the house, releasing her once they were in the bedroom.

Sara slowly released her legs and he let her slide down his long body until her feet hit the floor. He kissed her again, stopping long enough to pull her T-shirt over her head. The bra went with one tear. And his mouth was on her nipple as he pushed her pants over her hips so that they puddled around her feet. She knew after her bra that her panties didn’t stand a chance. Yup. There they go. He ran his hands down her back and across her now-naked ass as his mouth moved to her other nipple. She let out a small gasp as his teeth slid across the sensitive flesh and his hand slid between her thighs. But his hand stopped short of touching her sex and in frustration she slapped his shoulder. He laughed and stood to his full height, looking down at her, his hand gripping one of her nipples and squeezing, “Thought I told you I wasn’t nice?”

“Asshole,” she ground out as the sensation of his tightening grip on her nipple went straight to her clit and stayed there. Zach turned her around and pushed her against the wall, the palms of her hands slapping against the cold surface. She felt him move up behind her. When she felt his tongue connect to the flesh at the back of her neck, she closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the wall. Sara moaned as his tongue trailed down her spine, his hands reaching around to grip her breasts. His tongue reached the cleft of her butt and went back up the way it came. He continued to run his tongue up until he reached her ear. “Give me your hand.” He whispered, sending a shudder through her entire body.

He placed his hand on top of hers and brought it down to her waist, slipping his hand and hers between her thighs. Her body gave a violent shudder as he led the tips of her fingers to her clit and used them to slowly stroke her. She let out a harsh breath as her whole body tightened up and an intense heat began to spread from her lower back and up her spine. She felt him growl against her flesh as he nudged her hair off to the side with the tip of his nose and began to gently nip the back of her neck. Her knees gave way and she would have hit the ground if Zach’s other arm wasn’t around her waist holding her in place. Her fingers, led by his, continued to firmly circle around her clit until her head fell back against his shoulder and a violent spasm rippled through her entire body. She shuddered a few more times, as he gently pulled her hand away, bringing it up so that they could both see it. Sara watched as he, still holding her hand wet with her own juices, slipped her middle finger into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it and Sara used her free hand to push herself away from the wall. She turned in his arms and looked at him, her finger still in his mouth.

“Clothes. Off. Now.” He was still fully dressed and she wasn’t having it. She wanted him naked and inside of her. Now.

Zach pulled her finger out of his mouth with a loud, wet “pop.” Then she was pushing his leather biker jacket off his shoulders. He let it drop to the floor and she was snatching the black Tee off his body. She unzipped his jeans and shoved his hard body back on the bed. Raised up on his elbows, he watched her with a smile as she snatched off his boots and pulled off his jeans. She chuckled over his boxers and then dragged them off his body, leaving scratches along his thighs. She stood back and stared at his erection. Just stared at it. He wasn’t sure exactly what she was thinking until she looked up at him, and smiled. “Rock on.”

Zach laughed as he wondered how in the hell he ended up with this crazy bitch. Well, this hot crazy bitch.

“Wait.” She ran out of the room, leaving Zach and his desperate erection lying there.

He could hear her tearing through the living room of her house, muttering “Where is it? Where the fuck is it?” to herself.

“Get your tight ass back in here.” He ordered.

“Keep your balls in check. I’m coming.”

“You will be if you get your ass back in here.”

“Here.” Sara tossed a brown paper bag on the bed beside Zach as she moved purposely into the room.

As the bag landed, it opened and boxes of condoms fell out. Zach smiled triumphantly, “I knew that’s what you had in that bag!” He laughed as Sara dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed.

Zach’s smile faded as a groan escaped his lips. She ran her tongue along the underside of his dick, the tip gliding along the thick veins. She reached the head and swirled her tongue around it like he had her finger. Slowly she took him in her mouth and he dropped back against the bed, fighting for control. He wasn’t going to take her. He’d fuck her, but he wasn’t going to take her. No matter what she did to him or his dick. He just kept repeating the thought to himself over and over again, like a mantra.

But Sara had no idea what she was doing to him. If she had she wouldn’t have deep-throated him, her left hand wrapped around the base of his dick, until he could feel the back of her throat with the tip. Then the bitch growled—Fuck! Not the growl—and he felt the sensation all the way up the shaft to his balls, which she had firmly gripped in her right hand.

She rode him with her mouth, the sound of her sucking and growling and his moaning the only thing that could be heard in the room. That decided it. She was his. He was going to claim her and claim her now. He grabbed her by the hair, roughly pulling her up off his dick. She looked at him, surprised but definitely curious. He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her onto the bed, slipping the condom on the last rational thought he had as he sat up and flipped her on her stomach. Zach knelt behind her and, grabbing her by the waist, pulled her back until she was against his dick. He didn’t waste any time with coaxing words or sweet endearments. She was wet and he was ready. He slammed into her and let her throaty scream wash over him, making him harder and more desperate to bury himself inside her.

Sara pushed back into him and he pulled out, only to slam back into her. She let out a gasp that sounded suspiciously like “Fuck!” So he slammed into her again. He kissed her back as he continued to pound into her. He found a muscled spot just below her right shoulder. He kissed the spot and licked it as his hand reached around and found her sex. He clamped onto her clit as he bit down into her back, his canines extending to tear into the flesh.

An animalistic scream ripped out of Sara’s throat as she continued to bring her hips back to meet his thrusts. He felt the walls of her vagina tighten around him and he knew she was coming. Knew she was his. He held on to her shoulder with his teeth as his tongue licked at the blood and his fingers worked her clit. He slammed into her hard again. And again. That’s when she screamed out his name and he felt her juices flow over him and down her thighs. She shook as the orgasm spread through her. He released her, his teeth sliding out of her skin. Then he couldn’t hold back anymore and with a roar he came inside her.

When the last shudder passed through them both, they collapsed on the bed and the last thought Zach had before falling into an exhaustive sleep was simple. Goddammit.