SIW : Christopher Saint Ives -- Whelan.
Thanks to my loyal proofreader Jaz, The Guild and Asylumseeker for providing their continuous input. Also a big hug to my Tweeters, if it wasn't for the fun we always have there.... Without stalling any longer, enjoy the chapter, next one is halfway done already.
Mokkelke
Chapter Eight : Rogues in Town.
Pushing Mia back just a little, Chris looked up to her. He was glad they had their difficult talk and even though he still wasn't completely happy with the outcome, he was eased by the fact he could call in some help at least. Knowing exactly who he wanted to ask he wanted to kill two birds with one stone.
"It's nearing dinnertime, what do you think about us grabbing a bite to eat? At the same time I can ask Adam if he's up to the task," he said, his eyes roaming over her still flushed face.
"Hmmm Adam, that name rings a bell. Oooh Adam from last Saturday? The GI Joe wannabe?"
Chris grunted. Sure Adam was built like a truck and the short stubble that resembled his hairdo only emphasized his military style look. Not to mention the numerous tattoos that graced his skin. Only it wasn't just a look for him, he'd seen his fair share of wars until recently when he'd fallen in love with cooking and ended up opening a small but inviting tavern in town.
"Fair warning; never say that to his face if you want to keep him in your good books, my dear. He does look like it, but trust me, he has lived it as well. He hasn't known anything else for a long, long time. There isn't a branch in the military that he hasn't been in. Luckily we're good in making 'new' papers, so he's been stationed in many countries with a shit load of alternate personalities to go along with it. That is why I want him along. He'll cover our 'six' should it come to it," Chris explained to Mia.
"Hmm, interesting combination, GI Joe turned cook. Reminds me of that one Steven Seagal movie, he became a cook as well and then they hijacked the ship he was on. He still kicked ass with the baddies," she grinned at her own comparison.
"Think it's 'Under Siege' you're referring too, isn't it?" Chris helped her remember.
"Ah yeah, that is the one."
"You could compare him to that situation, wouldn't be so far from the truth," he jokingly replied. "But to answer my question, want to grab a bite to eat at his place? I'm sure he'll make time for us to have a little talk."
"Sounds like a plan. Let me go and freshen up and get ready."
Nuzzling her neck, he growled a little. "You're fine as you are, you smell of me, just the way I like it. Leave it like that. I should warn you that his place is frequented a lot by other weres from all neighboring packs. I want it clear you belong to me, even if you don't want our mating to be known yet. Having my scent on you will be enough for them to back off," he rumbled in a deep voice.
Mia couldn't help the girlish giggle from escaping. "You really are a caveman sometimes, but one I love," she said, surprising herself.
Chris' eyes took on a golden glow.
"I love you too," he whispered before covering her lips.
Her kisses were addictive, too addictive. Many minutes passed before the two disentangled themselves once again, both gasping for air.
"Now that's a look I'll never grow tired of," Chris huskily said as he traced her kiss swollen lips with his thumb.
Mia had the decency to blush at his remark and tried to get up.
"Uh uh, not yet. I need another minute to calm myself, so please keep your tush where it is right now if you do not want to end up in my bed instead of at a table having dinner," he warned her.
"Yup, I'm correct, caveman all the way," she repeated, wiggling a bit on his lap.
This seductive teasing rewarded her with a deep sexy growl from Chris as he tightened his arms around her.
Leaning back, he closed his eyes and started counting:
one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi
and then cursed out loud.
Mia wouldn't stop moving on his lap and his self-control just flew out of the window. Standing up, he turned her slightly so he could carry her inside and made a beeline for his bedroom. Knowing the state she was in was the only reason that prevented him from tossing her ungracefully on his bed. Instead he gently let her slip down his body until the back of her legs hit his bed.
Skillfully he discarded her clothes, tossing them away piece by piece, uncaring where they landed. Once he had her naked he inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet scent and carefully laid her down in the middle of his bed.
"Do. Not. Move," he said emphasizing each small word. Straightening up he quickly got rid of his own clothes. Pushing her legs wide apart he knelt between them, bending down to take another delicious sniff of her unique scent. Not wanting to waste time he parted her slick folds and generously started lapping at the sweet juices that were coming from her canal.
Mia's hands entangled themselves in his long black curls as he drove her mad with lust. He was aware she wouldn't need much to find that blissful moment she was longing for. Getting up on his knees he moved in closer, grabbing his hard member. After probing and teasing her a little bit, relishing in the sensations of her warm walls enveloping his shaft, he pushed in with one sure stroke, bottoming out.
He let the feelings wash over him as a comforting blanket before him started moving. Slow at first, he tried, he really tried, but her teasing had pushed his control and now as he kept pushing in and out, he picked up the pace. He felt her nails scraping over his back, down to his butt, squeezing it, urging him on to go even faster.
All that could be heard in the room was heavy breathing and the sensuous clashing of the flesh of two lovers. Her legs wrapped around his hips, locking him close to her. His arms around her shoulders, his hands were buried in her long locks that lay spread out all over his bed. He had twisted some strands of hair around his fingers. This way he had a firmer grip on her head as he made sure he could drown in the deep pools which resembled her eyes, filled with love and lust.
Chris felt the familiar tingles start at the back of his neck, travelling down as he started to move faster. He felt her inner walls contract around him, telling him she was going the exact same way as he was. The tingles reached his butt, which was clenching very tightly every time he thrust into her.
He heard the telltale gasp for air from Mia as her nails almost broke the skin on his butt. Passionately he crashed his lips on hers, devouring every part he could reach, at the same time silencing her scream of joy as waves of pleasure washed over her. A couple of thrusts later he grunted into their kiss as he joined her.
Slowly he gentled their kiss until he rested his forehead against hers. A wide smile was plastered on her face and he felt her light trembling.
"I like when you go all caveman on me," she purred.
As a result he grabbed her hair more firmly, twisted her head slightly and clamped his mouth over her exposed neck. His actions only made her laugh or rather giggle as she tried to lay still as he devoured her.
With a smug look he raised himself on his forearms and spoke: "I told you to sit still, this is what you get when you don't listen."
Her eyes glinted mischievously now.
"But admit you loved the outcome just as much as I did, don't cha?"
"You know I do," he agreed.
Mia snuggled close, savoring the heat of his body still on top of hers. She grunted displeased when he braced himself higher and tried to get up.
"Dinner?" he reminded her. "Let's freshen up and head over to Adam's, the sooner we get this over with..."
"Yeah yeah," she replied.
With a big oomph he landed on his suddenly empty bed. Perking his ears he then heard the shower running.
