Slate's Mistake Page 8

  Slate held his arms around her as she knelt on the floor next to him. “I can’t believe you’re here. So I take it your dad and sister are going to pack up your stuff and drive it to Bancroft for you?”

  “Nope. I didn’t have much as personal stuff goes, so I packed up what I wanted and gave the rest, and my apartment, away to a co-worker who lost his house in a fire recently. What I got, is what I got.”

  If Slate wasn’t already in love with her before, there was no way he wasn’t now. She surprised him and made him very proud. In fact, after he claimed his mate, he was going to risk calling his mother and telling her all he had been blessed with. “I get to keep you?” His voice sounded hopeful.

  Her answering smile warmed him. “Yeah, and I get to keep you right back.”

  Back on the ground, as they were taxied to a private hanger, Kace complained, “Finally we can get some clean air. Being stuck in a small space the whole flight with you two was torture. The pheromones you two put off were so thick, it gave me a headache.”

  Slate snickered at Kace. Slate had kept Katie turned on the entire flight, and he wasn’t about to be ashamed of it. He was damn proud of it. He wanted her to know how much he wanted her and how happy he was she was here with him. He had touched her, kissed her, and whispered promises of things to come in her ear, making sure to let his hushed breath tantalize her ear as he said them. He would do anything for his mate. Torturing Kace was just a bonus. Served him right for being so comfortable and also for knowing about Katie coming and not telling him. Yes, Slate was a happy, happy man right now.

  They were met by Enzo, Matteo, and Nix. Matteo and Nix were the ones heading back with the plane to help Alphy. Slate was helped into the van as the men unloaded the plane. They had more supplies, at Seamus’s request, to load onto the plane as it was being refueled. Then the two men and pilot boarded the plane and taxied back out onto the runway.

  The ride home in the van didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the one to the airport. It may have had something to do with his new mood change, but he didn’t care why. He was excited to get his mate home and settled into their room. Just the sound of that made his lion purr and his cock twitch.

  Enzo talked as he drove. “I’ve been kept apprised of everything that’s happened, including everything about Katie.”

  “Funny how I don’t recall seeing Alphy on the phone much.” Kace shot an innocent look towards Enzo and batted his eyes at the man.

  Enzo shrugged. “Ryker and I talk a lot. Anyways, Kace, your buddies finally arrived. They have already gotten to work and finished laying the foundation for Betty’s cabin. They did it all in one day. They’ve also been instructing the two vamps.”

  “Nice! I can’t wait to see them. They’re a good group of guys.”

  Enzo was unapologetic as he dipped and rolled through the potholes while driving the dirt driveway to the house … that is until Slate’s mate yelled at him.

  “You’re hurting him! If you don’t slow down you’ll re-open his wounds, and I don’t care if you were the queen of England, should that happen, you will be bleeding from your torn open nut-sack and your bloody balls will become crushed pulp between my fingers, you got me, beta?”

  Slate didn’t really know whether to be worried for his mate because she’d just threatened a higher ranking pack member, or prouder then a peacock how tough and caring she was that she would do that for him. Enzo must not have known how to respond either because he didn’t say anything, but he did slow down.

  “Dayum, Katie, I’ll make a note to never piss you the hell off. My balls are crying right now.”

  “Yeah, mine, too.” Enzo’s strained voice was easily heard.

  Slate couldn’t laugh like he wanted to, so instead he drew his mate closer and kissed her. He was a very lucky shifter and was very proud of her.

  Once Slate was deposited in his bed, he took that time to regain his breath while Katie brought in her things. Once she brought the last bag in, he motioned for her to come to him.

  “Come here, Baby-Kate.” His fingers hugged her wrists as he pulled her to him. Her lush, soft form molded warmly to his side. Slate gave in to his need and sealed their lips together. Desire perfumed the air around them, and Slate’s hands tingled as he ran them up and down her soft and curvy form.

  She mewled into his mouth. The sounds shot an electric current straight to his balls, and he felt a drop of pre-cum dampen his pants. Slate gripped her soft ass cheeks and held her hips tight against his straining shaft, and rotating his hips, he ground his hardened member against her hip.

  Katie’s breath settled over his face in rapid puffs as she pulled back. “Slate, we can’t, you’re hurt.” She wined as she said it, causing Slate to smile. He knew she was aroused as much as he was.

  “Yes, we can. My dick works just fine, baby. Please let me claim you.” Ok, so the last part came out a bit more desperate then earnest, he had lost his patience. “There are more ways than missionary, Baby-Kate.” He had so many things he wanted to say to her, to convince her, but he didn’t want to push her too hard into this. Slate closed his eyes and held her head against his forehead. “I won’t push. If you want for me to just hold you tonight, then I’ll be thankful you are in my arms and in my bed.” Even as he said this, his lion was in the back of his head growling his frustration, but she was too important to make a mistake like this.

  “Ok.” Her breathy answer washed over his lips, but Slate stopped for a second.

  “Uh, is that ‘ok’ for me to hold you tonight or is that ‘ok I can claim you’?”

  Katie’s hands traveled up his arms and over his shoulders. She placed them on the bed on each side of his neck and balanced her body on them as she swung one leg over his body until the split in her wet core was resting on his over-heated cock. She was careful not to lean back on his hip or push against his side as she straddled him. “Both.”

  Slates breath left him as did his control. He pulled her face back down to his and kissed her earnestly. Keeping his lips secured to hers, he glided his hands down her back until he reached the hem of her shirt. Tucking his fingers under the hem, he raised the shirt over her body. He pulled away from her flavored lips long enough to pull her shirt over her head and, so not to have to pull away again, reached a hand behind his head and yanked off his t-shirt.

  He was about to feast on her plump lips again, but she leaned back and admired his muscles, running the warm palms of her hands over the planes of his abs and pecs and down his large muscular arms. She was careful not to touch any of the bandages. Fortunately, he only had two and then the big main injury on his thigh. The other wounds were already pinked with scarring.

  Slate took this time to admire her soft creamy flesh. The mounds of her breasts were handful sized, and his mouth watered at the thought of latching onto one of her hardened nipples, which he could see were desperately trying to poke through their silken casing. Her perky orbs rose out as she arched her back and reached her arms behind her, unlatching the bra and tossing it aside. Dusky pert nipples adorned her smooth skinned globes.

  His fully erect cock jerked painfully, but all he could think about was tasting her. He pulled her forward and up enough to latch on to one nipple. Pre-cum seeped abundantly in his jeans, causing a cold sensation to further stimulate the area. He feasted on her nipple and thrilled at her whimpers, moans, and squeaks.

  Oh hell yeah! My mate is a noisy lover. The desire to see if she was a screamer thrummed through his system, and he nearly came when his over-stimulated dick was wrapped in the warm hold of one of her delicate hands.

  Slate popped off her nipple and groaned loudly. He wanted her to know how good her touch felt to him, and he didn’t think he could hold in his sounds of pleasure anyway. He eagerly reattached himself, this time on the other nipple and rolled his tongue around it and flicked it along with his suckling. The pressure on his dick disappeared. Slate briefly felt a pang of disappointment and whimpered.

  Dang, not even mat
ed yet and she has me whimpering like a cub.

  Katie pulled back, and Slate was forced to relinquish his tasty prize. He watched her shimmy carefully down his legs until she was sitting just below his knees. Her delicate hands worked the button on his pants, and then the rough serrated sound of the zipper being lowered filled the room. All the while she was giving him a sexy sultry look that sent his dick into convulsions.

  With the front of his pants open, he lifted his hips just enough to let her ease the fabric down. His dick slapped his abs and smeared its clear liquid as it struck. But she didn’t take his jeans all the way down and off. She stopped when they were down to just above his knees. Then leaning over, she placed her flattened tongue against the base of his dick and slowly licked a trail up to the angry red mushroom head. Slate moaned loudly and tried to catch his breath. He had never felt any sexual experience before near the intensity that she made him feel.

  While suckling the leaking spongy head, one of her soft delicate hands wrapped the base of his dick and slowly pulled up and down while her other hand glided and teased the hair and skin on his inner thigh as it traveled up to wrap around his sack. She rolled and teased his balls and sucked the pre-cum out of his dick. His release caught him by surprise, slamming into him suddenly. His balls pulled hard and tight into his body, jetting his essence into her mouth. Katie hummed around his dick head and drank down every drop that escaped his shaft. She slowed down until he became too sensitive, and then, letting the appendage slip from her mouth, she kissed her way up his treasure-trail, over his navel, and up his ripped abs. Bypassing his pecs, she kept her trail centered until she reached his neck.

  Her administrations were getting the attention of his dick again. It twitched and slowly started to fill back up with blood. He felt the warm puffs of her breath on his heated skin and heard his heart thumping hard in his ears. Her arousal was heavy around him, and as she nipped his neck and shoulder, his cock came fully back to life aided with the thought to do the same thing to her neck. His canines descended through his gums, and his mouth watered, craving for the taste of her.

  Again, she pulled away, leaving him feeling cold and empty. She climbed off the bed and stood just a little ways from him. Her eyes, filled with want, never strayed from his as he lay watching to see what she would do. He was eager to see what she had planned, as so far she had surprised him immensely. With need, mixed with mischief playing in her eyes, she unbuttoned the top of her pants. His eyes were pulled toward the motion of her hips as they swayed back and forth and around as if to music only she could hear. She hooked her thumbs in the top of her pants and worked them down slowly and methodically, giving him a rich show of curves and skin. Her movements fed his desires, and he couldn’t keep quiet as she stripped for him. “Oh yeah, Baby-Kate. I love how you move. You are so beautiful, so sexy.” He urged her on with his rough whispered words … that is, when he could get his tongue unglued from the roof of his mouth. It was a recurring problem.

  Her lacy true blue undies hugged her treasures, and her tasty breasts rolled and jiggled while she flicked her leg out, tossing her pants away from her. She laid her hands flat against her sides and slid them down until her middle fingers slid beneath the waistline. Then rolling her hips around, she turned so her backside was facing him. She slowly lowered the pretty fabric, gliding her hands over her thighs and then her calves following them down, giving Slate a stunning view of her moist slit, which glistened with her desire. Slate took in a deep breath and savored the scent of her provocative state. He had to pinch the base of his twitching dick to keep from coming again.

  “Come here.” His voice had deepened to a growl.

  Her walk was that of a predator, and the look on her face made his lion roar with excitement. Slate held his hands out for her, and when she took them, she climbed up on the bed. He pulled her up his body.

  “Put your legs over me, and grab the headboard.” He let out a pleased growl when she complied without question or hesitation. He wrapped his arms around, cupping her butt cheeks in his hands, and pulled her into the position he wanted. His face was directly beneath her folds, so he didn’t waste any more time. Lifting his head and pulling her down, he flattened his tongue and licked a long and slow path from her den to her nub.

  Slate let his tongue taste and explore her sweet folds as she writhed above him, keening and shouting in euphoric pleasure. He didn’t realize how close she was, and he didn’t think he was at it long when he felt her muscles spasm around his lips and her juices coat his tongue.

  After she had her senses back, he directed her down his body and lined up the head of his dick, then drove up into her as he pushed her down onto him. Her heated and slicked channel surrounded his phallus in a tight embrace. He felt his instincts take over, and he was lost to the pleasure of it all as their two bodies slapped together. The pain of his injuries was completely forgotten by both lovers as they melded together with loud shouts of pleasure and the thumping of the bed.

  Katie stiffened and screamed her release, her channel clamping hard around his rod as he continued to piston in and out of her. Slate’s balls pulled tight, and an urge in his chest and teeth had him pulling his mate down, sinking his long canines deep into the apex of her neck. Her shout of pain morphed into a high pitched orgasm, her channel clamping down even harder than before on his shaft. At the taste of her blood on his tongue, he stiffened, and his balls pulled tight against his body. Jet after jet of his seed shot into her wet, heated passage. He felt their bond click into place before he followed his mate into black oblivion. His last thoughts were hallelujah, she’s a screamer, mine.

  Chapter Eight

  Katie woke with a smile on her face, and a very sore body. Draped possessively over her waist was the strong arm of her mate spooning tight against her back. Mate! I’m mated! A flutter of excitement and a giddy, happy feeling of completion washed over her, and she quietly did some exaggerated breathing exercises to keep herself under control.

  She looked up through the window above their bed and could see it was still dark out so she couldn’t have been out too long. Carefully removing herself from her mate, she eased herself off the bed. Seriously, I’m mated!

  Looking over Slate’s injuries, she was relieved to see they didn’t pull any of the stitches. It helped that shifters healed faster than humans, or she figured they would have most definitely been pulled. They had been pretty rough in their activities … and loud. An impish grin washed over her face with that last thought.

  With a growl from her stomach alerting her to how long it had been since she had last eaten, as quietly as she could, she put on her discarded clothes and slipped out of the room and down the stairs. She hadn’t really gotten a tour yet, but the space was open enough to easily navigate and explore. She didn’t dwell anywhere enough to examine anything, though. She was on a mission looking for the kitchen.

  Once she found the kitchen, she stopped and took in the large open area with its rust colored slate tile floor. It had another entrance at the end of a long large kitchen counter island that doubled as a breakfast bar. A six burner electric range and two of the biggest fridges she had ever seen in a private home furnished the space. She guessed that only one may actually be the fridge and the other might be the freezer. The area gave her a cozy rustic vibe, and she loved it.

  Making her way to one of the two-door refrigerated cabinets, she opened it up to see it completely full of freezer goods. Yup, that means the other on must be the fridge. Opening the other appliance, she was delighted to see how stocked the cooling unit was. Grabbing some things to make sandwiches, she bumped her hip against the fridge door to close it.

  After placing her booty on the counter, she scrounged around looking for the bread and utensils she needed. She washed the lettuce and cut tomatoes and onions and was quite pleased when she had three large sandwiches, one for her and two for her mate. She hoped, with Slate being a shifter, that only two would be enough for him for now.

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bsp; She grabbed the lettuce and mayonnaise and turned to place it into the fridge when she saw, standing in the kitchen coming towards her, a dark blue giant winged demon with teeth longer and sharper than any she had ever seen. Her stomach felt like it leaped into her skull, taking her heart with it.

  Katie screamed and threw the lettuce and mayonnaise jar at the thing. She turned around to see another giant winged demon standing in the entrance on the other side of the kitchen. Screaming again, she didn’t know what else to do. Seeing the knife she used still on the counter, she grabbed it and held it out in the most threatening manner she could. Her back bumped against the fridge as she swung the knife back and forth between the two creatures.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” A yell brought her back around to the second demon. Standing beside him with his hands up in placation, with his blue eyes wide was Enzo. “Katie, what are you doing? Put the knife down.”

  Katie had no doubts her eyes were as wide or more so, and her breathing was getting difficult. “Ss-s-stay b-back!” Her chest hurt from the lack of control over her breathing. She was starting to hyperventilate.

  Katie could hear voices but couldn’t make them out. She focused on bringing her breathing under control as she continued to swing the knife back and forth. A familiar voice grabbed her attention. “What the fuck!” Slate roared in obvious rage.

  Katie looked around to where the first monster stood and saw Slate limping forward with sweat forming on his brow. That was when she noticed his eyes were no longer brown. They had turned into the golden color she noticed he took on when his lion was close. She didn’t know if it was her he was mad at or the others, so she stood still, but her eyes wouldn’t agree to that. They kept darting around, which was starting to give her a headache … or maybe that was the stress level she was suffering from, or both. Either way, she was getting really sick to her stomach.