The Blood Pack (book two)

Chapter seven

~Luke~

I growl my frustration as I watch Niomi run inside the bookstore. I don't understand, and neither does my wolf. I know I am not her mate, but she was not mine either and werewolves often mated with others when they hadn't found their mate or had been rejected. Why did she fight what was between us? Was this all just in my head? The connection I felt, the electricity in the air when she was near me. I slam my hands on the steering wheel and head off to the garage.

I jump out, almost ripping the jeep door off its hinges in frustration. I storm into the garage, ignoring Peter's look of concern as I head straight to my office. I forcibly close the door and pace back and forth, seething. I grab the chair from the side of the room and throw it against the wall, splintering it into a million pieces, a roar escaping me. I slump onto the sofa and burry my head in my hands, taking deep centring breaths. I need to get under control, my wolf is clawing to be set free, and nothing good can come of that at this point. I lean my head back and close my eyes, letting my mind clear of everything.

My serenity is broken by voices coming from the main floor. Groaning, I push to my feet and head out, surprised when I see Margaret pale and stammering to Peter. "She just collapsed on the floor, holding her stomach. Is she sick? What is happening?" the woman shrieked.

I didn't stick around, running from the garage down the street to the bookstore. I found Niomi in the foetal position on the floor groaning in pain. "Niomi." I growl, bending down. "Is this..."

"Yes." she whispers, rolling around in agony.

"How long?" I growl, not wanting to know the answer but needing to. Niomi looks at me with sad eyes as her face reddens and tears steak down her face. "Niomi!" I push.

"Never!" she growls, her wolf flashing in her eyes before another groan escapes her lips. How? What? I stand staring down at her is shock and amazement. No. She let's out another whimper which snaps me back to reality. I scoop her up into my arms and take her through to the back where I find a small kitchen.

I place her gently on the counter as I lock my eyes with her. "Niomi, I can help." I brush her wet hair back from her sweat covered brow. "I need you to say you want this though." she looks at me, her cheeks blushing as she shyly nods her head. I crash my lips into hers, whimpers of pain turning to pleasure as I pour all my passion and protectiveness into the kiss. All the emotion that I held back early for fear of scaring her, I laid bare with the kiss. Her mouth opens to give me access to deepen the kiss as my hands trace her delectable body. I groan as I feel her soft curves and her ample bosom, her n*****s like pebbles to my touch, her back arching, greedy for more.

I growl my approval to her reaction to my touch. My hands travel down, undoing her pants to give me access. I break the kiss, Niomi whimpering at the loss of contact. "If you want me to stop at any time, you have to tell me." her eyes lock with mine, her lust bare for me to see. I growl needing her to understand what I have said and she nods eagerly. My lips land back on hers as my hand travels down to her soaking core. As my fingers slide through her wetness I feel my c**k pushing against the inside of my own jeans, painfully. I move my hand in small circles as her body bucks against my touch, begging for more. I slide my hand further, a finger siding into her passage as a small gasp escapes her. I pull back my eyes locked with hers as I thrust my finger into her, watching as sheer pleasure passes across her face. I feel her grind against my finger, riding my hand as she nears her release.

I growl my approval, shaking the cabinets as I bend my finger slightly, sending her over the edge. "Luke." she gasps as her muscles tremble and her head falls back, exposing her throat. I pull my wolf back as he lunges to claim her, to take what he sees as his, having given her a pleasure that she has never felt before. I slow my movements as I feel her orgasm ebbing, feeling her forehead as her body returns to normal. I slide my hand from her pants, not being able to resist being able to bring it to my mouth as I hungrily take in her scent and taste. Her eyes watch as my tongue lashes out over my fingers, not wasting a drop of her sweet juices, I see the shudder of delight as a hum of approval run through her.

Her eyes drift down to the bulge in my pants as she sides off the counter. I grunt, letting her know I did not give to receive as I try to grab her hands as they go to my pants.

"I want to." she answers shyly as she falls to her knees. I groan as she nimbly frees my aching erection, her small hands only just able to wrap around his girth. I notice her eyes widen as she takes in my hard c**k in her hand, before they look up to me, her tongue licking the small drop of pre c*m from the head. I grit my teeth at the sensation, a mischievous grin spread on her face. She opens her mouth and takes a few inches of my c**k into her mouth, sucking while rolling her tongue around my member. My eyes scrunch shut as my p***s slides further into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, each time taking more and more of me into her.

I tangle my hand in her hair as I gently guide her, the slight hum in her throat causing my balls to tighten. My groans become more urgent, warning her that I am about to c*m, just as she takes my entire length into her mouth and throat, eyes watering as they look up at me. The base of my spine tingles at the constriction and pressure, as well as her defiant look pushing me over the edge as my seed spurts into her waiting mouth. "Niomi." I growl as I empty into her mouth. She sucks out the few drops remaining and then looks up at me, opening her mouth to show me she had swallowed it all. I pull her up to me holding her close as I place kisses on her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.

I freeze as I hear someone clear their throat. I look down at Niomi as she blushes and hides her head in my chest. "I take it you feel better now dear." Margaret's disembodied voice says.

"Yes Margaret." Niomi mumbles, refusing to remove her face from its hiding spot.

"Well, it's your turn to make the coffee." she says as we hear her shuffled footsteps go back out onto the shop floor. Niomi peeks up at me, her cheeks still red, as she bursts out into a small giggle that I cannot help but reciprocate.

Once she has calmed down slightly, she rebuttons her pants as I do the same and gets on with the task at hand, boiling the kettle and moving so gracefully around the small space. "Niomi." she looks over her shoulder at me, curiously. "How have you never..."

She sighs and carries on with her task. "After Damien did what he did, I couldn't trust anyone. I knew that if I allowed myself to get close to someone, anyone, then I would suffer from the pain after a while." she looks over her shoulder again, a small smile on her lips. "I let my guard down around you, I don't know why." I see her shoulders sag slightly. "I shouldn't have."

I growl possessively at her statement. "Do you regret it? I told you to tell me to..."

"No!" she says, finally turning fully to me. "But one day you will find your mate and I will not stand in the way of that. I do not wish what happened to me to happen to another, just so I can find happiness." her words were that of her and her wolf. The look of sadness in her eyes telling me that she was honest with her words.

"Niomi, my mate could be dead. She could have chosen to take another. I may never find her..."

"But she is out there, somewhere, are you going to betray her so easily? For someone who only learned your name this morning!"

I could tell that my answer was going to get me in trouble, but I had to say it anyway. "Yes!" the cups on the counter almost jumped with the force in my voice, my need for her to understand evident.

Her gaze lowers as she turns back to her task. "Then you are not the man I thought you were." she mumbles. I feel like a knife has stuck into my gut and twisted, her words so cold and distant. I growl and storm out of the kitchen, needing to get away from her, my anger returning with full force. I head back to the garage, my turn not to look back at her. How dare she judge me? She doesn't know anything about me, about what I have been through. Then again, I haven't offered up the information so how is she supposed to know. I storm back into my office and let out a fearsome growl, f**k!

~Niomi~

I am thankful to Margaret for not asking about our antics in the kitchen. I am embarrassed about my actions, about what I did. I feel like I am my own worst enemy, doing to another she wolf what someone did to me, stealing their mate. I busy myself with work, pour all my pain and hatred of myself into it. I know what Luke says is true, his mate could be gone or have chosen another. But what if she didn't? What if she was out there, somewhere, searching for him? What if I let my heart fully open up to him, and then she comes and I loose him like I lost Damien? I don't think I could survive that again. He told me to tell him to stop, why didn't I? Well I know the answer to that, it felt so good. The connection between us far greater than anything else I have ever felt. Even when I was on my knees I felt powerful and sexy like I have never felt before.

I sigh as I finish cataloguing the store and start to set up a display in the window, 'Werewolf Mate fantasy sale'. Me and Margaret discussed the idea yesterday to try and drum up business. Right now though, it made me angry. I was sticking the multicoloured letters to the glass, when I notice a car across the street, two big burly guys sat in the front, looking at the store. At first I think nothing of it, but the longer I stand there, the two men unmoving, the more my wolf stands up, alert. Is it them? Have they found me? How, after all this time?

I finish the display and move out of the window, keeping my eyes trained on the car. One of the men gets out and starts to head towards the store. I quickly duck behind the counter, earning a shocked look from Margaret. I push my wolf down so that they won't sense me in my hiding space, and thank Margaret for not asking why I am playing hide and seek with a stranger as he walks in. "Can I help you?" Margaret asks the customer, not giving off any vibes that something is wrong.

"Yes, I'm looking for a friend of mine named Niomi." That voice, I know that voice. "She ran away from home seven years ago, her parents and friends have been looking for her ever since."

I have to concentrate on keeping my breathing steady, as panic starts to fill my very being. "I don't know anyone named Niomi. My grand daughter is the only one that helps out in the store and she has just finished for the day."

"Where did she go? Your grand daughter." s**t, he was not buying Margaret's story.

"Home, but what has that got to do with your friend? I am really sorry that she is missing, if you have a poster I can put it up in the store and hope that someone may notice her." Margaret offers, playing the whole thing extra cool. I am impressed.

"Actually I do." the man hands Margaret a piece of paper. "Thank you very much for your time, my number is on the bottom if you find out anything." and with that I hear his feet move away from the counter and out of the store.

That is when I let everything loose. Tears start streaming down my face, and my whole body starts to shake. "Dear he is gone. Are you okay?" Margaret asks, kneeling in front of me, bursting my hair from my face.

"He found me?" I croak out, my body going cold and my pulse hammering in my ears.

"Who?" She asks, worry etched on her wrinkled face.

"Damien!"