Tartan Interlude

Tartan Interlude Selena Illyria All rights reserved. Copyright ©2008 Selena Illyria Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. ISBN: 978-1-60521-069-8 Formats Available: HTML, Adobe PDF, MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader Publisher: Changeling Press LLC PO Box 1046 Martinsburg, WV 25402-1046 www.ChangelingPress.com Editor: Vicki S. Burklund Cover Artist: Reneé George

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Tartan Interlude Selena Illyria Werewolf Iain is in love with Katherine, a human. Katherine doesn’t think that anyone can fall in love in three months. Mating is one thing, love is another altogether. Iain is determined to prove her wrong and he’ll do everything he can to convince her of his love.

Chapter 1 She was driving him crazy. Her scent drifted toward him and he inhaled deeply. His stomach tightened, the room became hotter, his cock hardened. He gritted his teeth and glanced at the clock. Three hours. Fuck. It had only been three hours since they’d last been together. Iain glanced toward Katherine and groaned. She seemed oblivious. There she sat at her desk, carefully counting papers and then stapling them together. How could she not be going crazy? He could smell her perfume. Her presence was overwhelming him. He couldn’t concentrate on anything else but her. Iain lowered his head to his desk and ground his teeth. His erection throbbed painfully in his pants, pushing against his fly, the zipper biting into sensitive flesh. His inner wolf wanted to mate. It wanted to drag her out of her seat, carry her upstairs and fuck her until the only thing they could do in the afterglow was hold each other. The world outside would not exist for either one of them. “Problem, son?” Iain looked up at his father and glared. This is his fault, Iain thought. He brought her here and now look at me, I can’t function properly. Iain wished his father would get up and leave, even if it was only for half an hour. He had to be inside of his mate, claim her over and over again until his scent was yet again, imprinted on her skin. “No, Father, no problem.” His father nodded and continued to read. Movement out of the corner of his eye made him turn his head. He watched in agony as Katherine walked over to the bank of filing cabinets on the far wall, her hips swaying seductively. She stopped at a large, black cabinet and crouched down. Fuck. Iain groaned, his wolf whimpering with need. He watched as she pulled open the drawer. He heard the sounds of files falling against each other. After a minute or two she closed the drawer and rose up gracefully, running

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her hands over the sides of her skirt as if to smooth wrinkles he couldn’t see. Just this morning, in the shower, he had been inside of her, her cunt squeezing him so sweetly. Her screams music to his ears as she came. He bit down on his lip to keep from making a sound. She walked back toward her desk, head down, dark brown curls framing her face. She didn’t even look up at him. Instead she sat down and pulled the chair back under the desk. “What you got there, Kat?” His father asked. Iain resisted the urge to correct him. He hated when anyone else but him called her Kat. It was Katherine, old man, he said in his mind. Iain shook his head. The full moon was only a week away and yet he felt as if it were that night. He had been edgy as of late. The combination of finding his mate, learning the ropes of the company, and the pack being split down the middle about whether Katherine should be inducted made him irritable. So far, the Montgomery twins and Conall were in favor of Katherine being inducted into the pack. Roarke was nowhere to be found. Brody, Kameron and William were against it. He understood why some were against Katherine joining the pack. Humans could not always be trusted to be discreet. Brody, Kameron and William could all attest to that. The Montgomery twins, on the other hand, had a human assistant, and Iain honestly felt sorry for her. That poor woman and what she had to endure. Just the thought of it made Iain shake his head. Those lusty bastards couldn’t seem to keep it in their pants, and then they would ask her to break things off for them. At Conall’s wedding they were in their element, fucking any woman that showed interest, sometimes sharing that woman. Iain had almost blown a gasket when he found the twins in the bathroom sharing a woman out in the open space near the sink. Although now, just thinking about the twins and that woman made him hot. He yearned to show Katherine some of that animalistic need that boiled just below the surface. He glanced at her again. Her head was turned toward his father, plush lips moving slowly. He groaned with the need to feel those lips around his cock again. He

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was about to get up and insist they take an early lunch break when something she said caught his attention. “There’s a summit of packs in two months. Apparently this is a big deal since one of the packs is now headed up by a woman.” Iain’s eyes widened as fear crept up his spine. A female in charge of a pack was far more aggressive than a male. If Katherine was inducted into the pack, how would the dynamics of that summit play out with her as one of the few humans? “Which pack?” Iain demanded, arousal forgotten. “According to Conall, the pack is American. They transplanted themselves here for safety purposes. Their name is Washington.” “Anything else about them?” his father queried. “No, nothing else.” Iain looked over at his father. The older O’Keefe’s head was bent, his fingers pressed together touching his chin, to all appearances in deep thought. Iain waited for his father to say something, anything. “I’m going for a walk. I will be back in two hours. Have fun you two.” The older man rose up from his chair and walked out of the room, closing the sliding doors softly. A pregnant silence fell between Iain and Katherine. Iain opened his mouth to say something but Katherine beat him to it. “I’m going to that summit, your official mate or not. No, you can’t talk me out of it. You need me there and I want to be there. End of discussion.” She shuffled the papers on her desk, almost as if to say she had moved on. A growl passed Iain’s lips. He stood up so fast the chair rolled back and slammed into the wall behind him before falling over. He stalked over to her, stopped in front of her desk, and placed both hands on the desktop. Leaning down, he waited until she looked up. Aquamarine eyes collided with dark brown. She narrowed her eyes, fire blazed in her brown orbs. She was going to argue, fuck that. “You will not be going to the summit. You will stay home and you will not leave until I have returned.” His voice was a deep rumble, his wolf close to the surface.

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Katherine stood up and he rose to his full height. She looked up at him, shook her head, and for a second he thought she wasn’t going to fight him. That is, until she stalked around the desk. He turned toward her and watched as she placed her hands on her hips. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You sure as hell aren’t my father. And last I checked, I own my body. I go where I want, when I want, whenever I want. So take that caveman attitude and stick it up your ass. I’m going to that summit whether you like it or not. You need me there. Unlike you, I have dealt with most, if not all, these other packs. I can help you negotiate for pack rights, changes in pack law, and whatever else you need to discuss. So as I see it, you do need me.” Iain swore silently in his mind. She was right. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck, not wanting to concede to her points. “Yeah, I thought so. For the past three years, since I’ve joined this company, Conall and I have worked quite closely with other packs. You were busy managing things at the European bases. In the last five months, before and after I moved to Scotland, there has been an increase in communication between us and the other packs in this area. I have spoken with the leaders of almost all of the packs. You have not, and there is no time to give you a crash course in pack politics since you weren’t very interested in that subject to begin with. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.” She turned to walk away when he reached out and grabbed her arm. “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he said softly. “You could have just said that.” “You’re my mate. I just found you.” He closed his eyes when he felt the touch of her palm against his cheek. Turning toward her hand, he rubbed his cheek against her palm and sighed. “I know, but you have to understand something. You don’t need to protect me. I can take care of myself.” “I know, sweetheart. I’m sure you’re capable of taking care of yourself but…” He lifted his head from her hand and looked down at her. Cupping her face in his hands,

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he stared into her eyes. “I want to take care of you. I want be there for you, protect you, love you like a good mate should. I just want you to let me.” He bent his head down and kissed her softly on the lips. It wasn’t enough. His tongue ran over the seam of her lips. Her mouth parted on a soft sigh and her tongue slipped out. At first it was a gentle exploration, the tips of both muscles poking each other before slipping and sliding over and against each other. Their heads rolled from side to side as his hand moved south. The tips of his fingers caressing her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm. Their fingers entwined for a brief second before he let go and took hold of her hip. Pulling her toward him, he slipped his arm around her. When he felt her body against his, he couldn’t stop himself from grinding against her. Her body moved against his as his hips rocked forward and back, imitating what he wanted to do at that very moment. His skin was too tight. He was slowly slipping into madness at the feel of his stomach clenching, his balls tightening against his body. The slow throb of his cock, straining against his pants and the bite of the zipper increased his arousal. She gently scraped her teeth against his bottom lip, sucking the plump flesh between her teeth. He groaned and tightened his hold. His hips pumped faster against her and she matched his rhythm, grinding her body against his. Everything fell away for him. All he felt, all he knew was her. He reluctantly pulled his head away as his other hand cupped her head. He inhaled deeply, smelling her arousal. He swallowed hard. He could just about taste her. “I need you.” His voice was husky with arousal. She tried to move away from him but he kept his hold on her. He didn’t want to lose contact with her body for one second. “I need to show you something.” A wicked grin spread across her lips. The look in her eyes nearly made him come. He dropped his arm from around her waist and watched as she stepped back. She undid the button at the side of her skirt, pulled down the tab and did a little shimmy that made his heart stop. The thin material slipped down over her hips and down her legs.

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“Holy fuck!” He just stared. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. This whole time she wasn’t wearing panties. He nearly went to his knees. A growl slipped past his lips as he strode toward her. “You weren’t wearing panties this whole time?” “Yes.” “You didn’t tell me. Why?” She smiled at him. “I was going to show you later.” She turned and walked away from him. Strolling over to the window, she sat down on the window seat and spread her legs. The slick, bare lips of her sex were exposed to his gaze. Without pausing for thought, he quickly undressed, clothes falling to the floor as he went to her. She looked him over, blatant hunger in her eyes. “Mine,” he growled. She reached out and took hold of his cock. “Mine,” she responded, giving him a squeeze. His hips jerked forward as she rubbed her thumb over the thick, mushroomshaped head of his shaft, smearing the evidence of his need for her. He watched as she let go. Her hand rose and she slipped the thumb into her mouth. He moaned, watching her suck her thumb. He took hold of his cock and pumped before smearing more of his pre-come over the crest himself. She grabbed his wrist and brought his hand up to her mouth. He watched, fascinated and tortured, as she scraped the pad of his thumb with her teeth before sucking the digit into her mouth. Her tongue flicked over the roughened pad. His cock twitched. He felt her hand wrap around the base of him, stroking him slowly. Her eyes never left his as she released his thumb to lean forward and place a kiss on his stomach, blazing a trail over his skin. She swirled her tongue in his navel before dusting kisses downward over the rough nest of pubic hair, all the while her hand never stopping in its movement. Sucking in a breath, he watched her swirl the tip of her tongue over his ruddy cockhead, flicking the slit. She lapped up the pearlescent drops of arousal before placing

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a soft kiss on the crest and enveloping the head of him. He swore, closing his eyes. He tilted his head back, savoring the feel of the wet heat of her mouth surrounding him. She slowly slid her head down, enveloping him inch by inch. He reached out and buried a hand in her hair, fisting the silken strands tightly. He thrust forward, trying to get her to take more of him inside of her mouth, but she had other ideas. She pulled her head back and hummed. “Fuck.” The vibrations traveled down his cock, his balls tightened against his body and felt so close to coming. She released his cock with a soft pop. “Nuh uh, I get to call the shots. You did that this morning.” He almost snarled at her. Just to prove her point, she squeezed him before her hand traveled between his legs to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her hands. “Katherine, don’t tease me,” he warned. “Moi?” She batted her eyes at him, “Would I do that to you?” She tugged gently on the delicate spheres in her grasp. “Baby, please,” he moaned. “Please stop teasing me.” His answer was a soft, girlish giggle before her hand fell away from his cock and balls. “I want to ride you, right here, right now.” Iain didn’t need to be told twice. He allowed her to slide off of the window seat. He sat down and waited for her to climb onto his lap. He didn’t care that the blinds were up and anyone could see them. All he cared about was being with his mate. Once she was over his lap he watched her, as if in slow motion, lower herself onto his cock. Brushing his lips lightly over her skin, Iain circled her breast before tracing his tongue around her areola. He scraped the tip of her nipple lightly before taking it between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth. Her fingers delved into his hair, fingernails scraping his scalp. Arching her back, Katherine held him to her breast, encouraging him to take more of her into his mouth. His hand left her hip and traveled up her back, moving in slow circles before settling on one cheek of her ass. He squeezed the firm mound in his hand before giving

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it a gentle swat. Iain repeated the action with the other cheek. His fingers traced over the cleft of her ass before slipping between the cheeks to caress the dark hole, circling the puckered bud, teasing her. He released her nipple with a soft pop and kissed his way over to her other breast. “Iain,” Katherine moaned. He sucked her other nipple into his mouth while he continued to tease her anus, inserting his finger into her tight passage. He could feel the tension in her body. She moved up and down slowly, teasing him, taking a few inches of him inside of her. She was so taut, so ready for him. If he could, he would have purred in satisfaction. He stopped teasing her, his fingers retreating from her ass. “Fuck me,” he growled. Katherine’s eyes opened and she straightened, slowly lowering her body down. Reaching between them, she took hold of his cock. Iain nearly wept when he felt the moist heat of her cunt on the head of his shaft. He was so ready to be inside of her, feeling her walls clench around him, watching her as she was pushed over the edge into ecstasy. Iain could feel how slick she was as the head of him slid into her cunt. She took him, inch by torturous inch. Sweat slipped down his chest as he held himself rigid, letting her have control. Her walls clamped down around him, sucking more of him inside of her. His world view narrowed to Katherine and the way she felt surrounding his cock. Finally, he was fully buried in her and they both let out a sigh of relief. She looked up at him, their eyes meeting, and a surge of emotion hit him square in the chest. This was his mate, his one and only. He couldn’t describe what he was feeling at the moment so he translated it into movement. Grasping her hips, he held tight as he thrust upward hitting her cervix. She let out a hoarse moan. Her hands came up to his shoulders and she used them for balance, her nails digging into the thick muscles. She met his thrusts, finding her own rhythm. The slick slap of flesh, moans and groans were, for the moment, what filled the air, all the while they never broke eye contact. “You’re so tight, love. Your pussy feels so good around me,” he grunted.

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“Fuck me, Iain. I’m all yours.” “You’re damn right. Every inch of you belongs to me and only me.” To emphasize his point he thrust upward, hard, causing her to cry out. She squeezed her vaginal muscles as she slammed downward. They fucked each other, picking up the pace. “Yeah, that’s right sweetheart, fuck me. I’m all yours. Ride my cock.” He was so close to losing it, but he refused to come too soon. He held his body in check, slowing his thrusts, letting her take control. She rode him fast, slamming her hips down harder. He broke eye contact first, tilting his head back, gritting his teeth, staving off his release. “Look at me, Iain. Watch me as I fuck you. You’re mine, all mine.” He looked down, watching as his cock disappeared between the folds of her pussy. The sight was almost his undoing. Faster and faster she rode him, one hand left his shoulder to take hold of her nipple tugging, tweaking and rolling the turgid peak. The fingers of one of his hands dug into the flesh of her hip as the other slipped between her thighs, delving between her pussy lips, finding her clit. His thumb circled the sensitive head before pressing down. He felt her walls clamp around him, quivering around his cock. Her back bowed as her body trembled, her mouth opened in a silent cry. He continued to thrust into her, fucking her through her orgasm. His balls drew closer to his body. His stomach tightened as fire danced up and down his spine, and his cock twitched inside of her. He thrust into her once, twice, three times before he finally came, crying her name as his seed coated the walls of her pussy. His hips didn’t stop moving until his balls were empty. Panting, he lowered his head and stole a kiss before resting his forehead against hers. “I love you,” he whispered, his breath fanning her face. He felt her stiffen. Her head drew back. “What did you say?”

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“I said I love you.” He knew he meant every word. In the last few months she had come to mean more to him than he thought possible. She had a place in his heart that no one had ever held. Looking at her now, his heart nearly burst with the emotions that were ricocheting around inside of him. “You don’t mean that. You can’t mean that. It’s only been a few months.” She tried to climb off of his lap but he refused to let her go. “I told you I mean every word.” “And I’m telling you, you can’t mean that. It’s the afterglow talking.” “No, it’s not.” “Iain, let me go. I need to get cleaned up.” “No, we’re going to talk about this now.”

Chapter 2 Katherine wanted to run away. She didn’t want to hear words of love from him. They had only been together a few months. Being declared his mate was bad enough; but love? There was just no way. She had heard all about Iain from his brother and father. Iain had been a one night stand, love ’em and leave ’em type of guy. She was sure he was committed to her but doubted after a few months of being with her that he was in love. As much as the declaration made her want to jump for joy, she felt the need to be cautious. Iain was an emotional person, saying the first thing to come to mind. An “I love you” from him was his way of saying what he thought she would want to hear. She didn’t want to hear those words unless he meant them because, for the most part, she had fallen in love with him herself. She was normally a practical person. She didn’t do things like one night stands and yet she had with Iain. She didn’t normally walk around without underwear or make love on a window seat in broad daylight where anyone looking up would see them, but she had. Iain brought spice and color to her world, and she adored him for that. There wasn’t a day that went by that she didn’t find something new to love about him and here he was ruining everything by saying what he thought she wanted to hear. She was willing to give him her body, but her heart would be under lock and key until she was sure he meant those three little words. She opened her mouth to plead with him to let her go but he held on, keeping her in his lap. Their combined juices slowly slid out of her. The sweat began to cool on her body and her heartbeat and breathing returned to normal as she waited for him to say or do something, anything other than the silence that had now fallen between them. “I mean it when I say I love you.”

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Her heart melted, he looked so earnest, like he was trying to convince her that he spoke the truth. She shook her head. “You don’t have to tell me what you think I want to hear. I’m already here. I’m with you. I’m your mate.” “Damn it, Kat, that’s not why I’m telling you I love you. I do.” “Iain, you’ve known me for only a few months. How could you possibly love me?” He opened his mouth to speak but the phone interrupted them. She tried to get up but he refused to let go. “Let it ring,” he growled. She glared at him and tried to get up again. They continued to fight for power, silently glaring at each other until the answering machine came on. “Iain, it’s Robin. Um, I’m sorry to call. You’re probably busy but, um, I need your help. You can call me at the Wild Briar Inn. I’m in room 27. I really need to talk to you.” The phone clicked off and they just sat there. Katherine looked away. “She sounds like she really needs your help. You should go call her back.” “It’s not like that,” Iain insisted. “She’s a friend.” Katherine said nothing. She didn’t want to ask. Conall’s words haunted her. Iain doesn’t have female friends, wouldn’t know what do with them. Iain swore. “She’s a friend.” “I need to shower now.” Katherine wanted to get away from him, give herself some time to think and figure out how to handle his insistence that he loved her. “Fine. I’ll give you space. But when I get back, we’re talking about this.” She looked at him. “You’re leaving?” “Robin wouldn’t have called if she didn’t need my help. So yeah, I’ll be gone for two days, maybe three. While I’m gone, I want you to sleep here in my bed.” She raised an eyebrow. “And if I don’t?” “Then when I get back you’ll be soundly punished.” She laughed. “As if you could punish me.” A thrust of his hips showed her he was in a semi-hard state. “Oh, there are ways my love, very good ways of punishing bad girls who don’t do what they’re told.”

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“You’re going to go big, bad wolf on me, huh?” “You bet your sweet ass I am.” “Hmmmm, I may have to disobey you to test that theory.” Before he could answer her, she managed to free herself from his grip, get off of his lap and rush out of the room, not caring that she was currently running through the house naked or who would see her. “You’ll pay for that dearly, Katherine,” Iain called after her. She answered him by slamming his bedroom door shut and locking it to make sure he stayed out until she had showered and changed.

*** Four hours later found Iain tired, horny and in need of a drink. He had driven all the way to the Wild Briar Inn when what he really wanted to do was teach Katherine a lesson. He had managed to grab a shower and change clothes while Katherine took her sweet time in the bathroom. When he was ready to leave, Katherine was back at her desk acting as if nothing had happened between them. He had wanted to march up to her desk, pick her up out of her chair, throw her over his shoulder and fuck her until she looked as if something had happened between them. What irked him even more was her refusal to believe that he did love her. Granted, he had never been in love before but for her to dismiss his emotion angered him. His thoughts then traveled to all the time she had spent working with his father and brother. He bet that they had said something about him that made her think he couldn’t be in love with her. He would admit to being a bit commitment phobic when it came to relationships and he hadn’t always been considerate of other people’s feelings, but this time he was paying attention. This time he was in it for the long haul. This time he was in love and meant every word he said. She was his mate, his life. Without her he couldn’t picture his life as whole. His grip on the steering wheel increased, the molded resin squeaking under the strain of his hold.

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He swore and turned into the gravel drive of the inn. After finding a parking space, he turned off the car, locked it and headed into the inn, ready to throttle the Montgomery twins for whatever the reason was that Robin needed his help. He just knew that was the reason she had called him. He made a mental note to make it perfectly clear to Katherine that Robin was just a friend. Sex had never come up. He made another note to himself to ask Robin about women. He felt perhaps he needed someone else’s perspective. He headed for the front desk about to ask if Robin was in when he heard her behind him. “Iain? Thank God you’re here.” He turned around to find Robin standing behind him. She wore oversized sweatpants and shirt and sneakers. Her eyes were bloodshot and her hair a mess. Iain growled. He was going to kill the Montgomery twins. Rushing over to her, he took hold of her shoulders. “What happened? What did they do?” “Can we sit down? I… I need your help.” Her voice was hoarse and she looked like she was about to faint. “Okay, okay, let’s go sit down in the café and we’ll eat something and we’ll talk, okay?” She nodded her head, curls bouncing around her face. He placed a hand between her shoulder blades and guided her toward the coffee shop. They found a table and ordered. “Okay, what’s wrong? What happened?” Iain decided it would be best to get to the point. Robin took a sip of her coffee before answering him. “I slept with them, both of them. After Conall’s wedding, they were drunk and I… We…” She couldn’t look at him and Iain felt like strangling the twins. “Did they take advantage of you? Did they hurt you?” He doubted the last question but he knew how Robin felt about Rorick and Lochlan.

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Robin shook her head, “No, nothing like that. It’s just -- I can’t face them. The things we did. I just can’t…” She hung her head and Iain felt bad for Robin. “What do you need from me?” “I need a place to stay and a job. I quit working for Rorick and Lochlan. You were the only person I could think of turning to.” Iain thought for a moment when an idea struck him. “Katherine will need help prepping for the big pack summit in two months. Think you’re up to it?” Robin nodded but she had no enthusiasm. Iain reached out and took her hand. “I’ll help you and keep the boys at bay. Come on, let’s pay for your room. We’ll get your stuff and go, okay?” She finished off her coffee and Iain left a tip and paid the bill, hoping the twins would be reasonable and understanding. Once the room was taken care of and they got Robin’s things, they took off, with Robin following Iain home.

Chapter 3 Katherine watched Iain’s car pull up with an unfamiliar car behind it. She resisted the urge to throw the door open and run toward him. Instead she walked calmly out to greet him and their visitor. A woman got out of the second car. In the glow of the floodlight, Katherine could see she was petite, about her height, maybe an inch taller. She had a mass of curly hair, pulled back in a messy bun with tendrils framing her oval face. She had large almond-shaped, dark brown eyes filled with sadness, full lips, with a straight nose. She was beautiful. Katherine had the feeling she wasn’t the type of woman who used her looks to get ahead. Stepping forward, she held out her hand to the newcomer. “Hi, I’m Katherine. You must be Robin.” Katherine gave her a genuine smile and was rewarded with a shy smile from Robin in return. “Katherine is my mate,” Iain stated as he unloaded Robin’s car. “And when we’re all alone, she’ll be getting a sound punishment.” “As if you can actually punish me. Come on, Robin. Let’s let the delusional one get your luggage sorted out. Have you eaten yet?” “Just some snack things.” Katherine tsked at Robin and shook her head. “We’ve got some lovely shepherd’s pie still nice and warm for you if you’re up to it.” The sadness in Robin’s eyes was what struck Katherine, and she wanted to do anything she could to make Robin feel better. Seeing Robin and Iain together, Katherine was reassured there had never been an intimate relationship between them. Now, all I have to deal with is the love thing, Katherine thought.

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Katherine and Robin became fast friends as they spent most of the night eating, talking and laughing. Occasionally Iain would pop in or Artair would stop by, but for the most part they were left alone. At around one in the morning, after showing Robin where she was staying, Katherine trudged toward Iain’s room. Normally she would want to be in the cottage. It was close to the full moon and Iain would be horny and restless. She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. Hearing Robin’s story, she felt horrible for her new friend. Robin felt as if she had done something wrong by being with the twins, despite their admitted attraction to her and her feelings for them. But she did understand Robin wanting something real rather than an act done in a drunken haze. She just hoped Rorick and Lochlan would behave and give her time. Pushing open the door, Katherine kicked off her shoes and began to undress. She kicked the door closed with the heel of her foot, not noticing the pain. After shedding all of her clothes, she crawled into bed. Iain turned toward her and took her in his arms. He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “Thank you for being so sweet to Robin. She needs that right now.” “It’s no problem.” Katherine yawned and snuggled in tighter against him. Iain’s arms tightened around her and he threw his leg over her hip, trapping her within his embrace. She chuckled softly and waited for sleep to take her. After ten minutes she groaned. “What’s wrong, honey?” Iain placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “Tired, but I can’t sleep.” “I’ve got just the cure for that,” Iain replied, voice hoarse with desire. His hand slipped over her stomach, down, caressing her mound before slipping between her thighs. His leg moved off of her and she sighed as she felt his fingers slip between the folds of her sex. His finger found her clit and she rocked her hips forward, asking for his touch. He gently rubbed the nub slowly. Heat began to build in her body as her stomach tightened. Her body became as taut as wire, all her focus was on what he was

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doing to her. She rocked her hips against his finger, trying to find her release. She cried out in frustration when he stopped. “You’re closer, baby. Open the drawer and take out the black velvet pouch.” She leaned forward, reaching out, careful not to move away from his fingers. She pulled the cord on the lamp and the room was illuminated with a soft golden glow. She opened the drawer and took out the pouch and closed it. Pulling on the drawstrings she opened the bag and tilted it upside down. A vibrator fell out. She stared at the device, not sure what he wanted to do with it. “Put your leg on my hip.” She felt his forehead pressed against the back of her head, his moist breath against her neck. She did as he asked and waited. His fingers began to move, circling the head of her clit slowly. “Turn on the vibrator. While I work your clit, you use the vibrator.” She wasn’t sure how to respond to his request. It felt odd to her. “I want to fuck you so badly sweetheart, but the way I am right now, it wouldn’t be gentle.” Katherine shivered knowing just how ungentle it could be. Her pussy gushed fresh cream at the thought of him slamming his cock into her until he was balls’ deep inside of her. She whimpered as she reached down and placed her hand over his and urged him to rub her clit harder. “What would you do to me if you could fuck me?” She put the vibrator back in the bag and placed it on the nightstand. They wouldn’t be needing that anytime soon. She felt the slide of his cock against her ass and moaned. She felt how hot, hard and thick he was. Her cunt clenched on air, wanting to feel him fill her. She wanted to feel the sweet pain of him hitting her cervix, stretching her to her limits. She guided his hand to rub her clit faster. “Oh God, honey. First I would worship your sweet pussy with my mouth. I want to taste your cream on my tongue. I want to feel your juices slide down my chin when you come. I want to lap up and swallow every drop of your honey. Then I would let

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you rest. I would use my hands and fingers next to make you come, fucking you until I felt your pussy clench around me like it would my cock, while I rubbed this sweet little clit until you broke apart in my arms, like I want you to do now.” He rocked his hips against her, harder and faster. She reached out and opened the drawer, looking for the lube. Finding the bottle she squirted some in the palm of her hand and threw the bottle aside, not caring where it landed. She just wanted her hand on his cock. She reached behind her and took hold of his shaft. “Fuck my hand, baby. Think of it as my pussy,” she urged. He pumped his hips harder while he rubbed her clit faster. She held her hand still while she ground her hips against his fingers. She felt her orgasm coil tighter and tighter within her. “What else would you do to me once you’ve fucked me with your hand and mouth?” She knew the answer but wanted to hear him say it. “I would use my cock. Your tight pussy would grip me so sweetly. Fuck, I want to be inside of you.” She felt him tremble and knew he was holding back. He was on a short leash and his animalistic side wanted free rein to take its mate. Part of her wanted that. She wanted to be claimed by him. “Then fuck me, Iain. Fuck me and make me yours. Claim me, brand me. I’m your mate, damn it!” A wolf-like growl rumbled past his lips and she shivered in fear mingled with arousal. She was taunting the wolf inside of him and she loved it. She squeezed his cock and guided him to her entrance, already slick with need. “Fuck me, Iain. Fuck me the way you want to.” He didn’t need to be asked twice, he thrust his hips forward sliding home. “You feel so good inside of me,” she moaned. “You’re so tight, so ready for me.” They moved together, slowly at first before picking up the pace. He started to pound her pussy hard, hitting her cervix. She clenched her muscles around him with each down stroke. His hand never stopped moving between her legs. “So close, Iain. I’m so close.”

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He increased his strokes and pressed down on her clit. That was all it took. Fire burst inside of her, washing over her. Her walls quivered around his cock as her legs shook. Her back bowed as she cried out his name. “I’m not done baby, not by a long shot,” he gritted out. He fucked her through her orgasm. Releasing her clit, he started to rub the head over again. “I want to hear you scream my name. I want everyone to know who you belong to.” “Iain. Oh God.” “Louder, Katherine, I want you to scream.” He pistoned his hips, slamming into her harder, wet flesh slapped against wet flesh. “Who do you belong to, Katherine?” “You, Iain, I belong to you.” “And who does your pussy belong to?” “You, Iain.” “Damn straight. You are my mate and I’m going to keep fucking you until you scream loud enough to wake the dead.” His hips slammed into the cushion of her ass as he pinched her clit. Another orgasm rocked her. She cried his name out but it wasn’t enough. “Scream for me, Katherine. Scream my name. Who do you belong to?” “Iain!” She finally screamed his name, coming hard as he pinched her clit hard. He continued to plunge his cock into her, pounding her pussy with vigor before he let out a groan. His body stilled before he finally came bellowing her name. His voice was an animalistic growl that raised goose bumps on her flesh and caused a shiver of fear to run up her spine. The bellow turned to a howl as he spurted his seed deep inside of her, coating her walls. He didn’t stop thrusting until he was flaccid. Panting harshly, he gathered her to him, nipping her shoulder gently. Once he caught his breath, he kissed her neck, his arms wrapped around her. His flaccid shaft was still inside of her, their combined juices slowly leaking out of her wet channel. “I love you, Katherine. This isn’t the afterglow and I will continue to tell you I love you until you finally believe me.”

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She sighed, not able to fight him. Her energy was spent. She could barely move. Aftershocks were still rippling through her. Her brain was mush and she half-expected to turn into a puddle on the bed. She snuggled against him and sighed again. Caught between sleep and consciousness she absently uttered the words she had wanted to withhold, “I love you, Iain.” Sleep claimed her soon after she spoke the words.

Chapter 4 Katherine was sore all over. Staring at the banister, she was tempted to slide down the smooth wooden surface, not caring if she landed on her ass. All she cared about was getting from the second floor to the first without breaking down and sobbing in the middle at how tired and sore she was. She could barely shower. She had had to call Iain in to help her. Her legs felt like Jell-o, threatening to give out any moment. Three times Iain woke her up to make love to her and three times she’d given in. She would have hit him if her arm would go that high. At one point during the night he’d managed to get her on all fours, fucking her so hard she thought both she and the bed would break. Iain had been insatiable. She was going to tell him tonight he could use his hand because her pussy was currently out of order. “You okay?” a soft voice behind her asked. She jumped slightly but didn’t have the energy to turn around. “Morning, Robin,” she uttered with a small wave. “You sound like… never mind. Do you need help?” “Yes, could you push me down the stairs? Don’t worry about me getting hurt. Just, you know, give me a little push. I’ll be fine. Maybe if every bone in my body is broken he won’t come near me again.” Robin chuckled. “I doubt that. Werewolves are very, um… horny creatures… They’ll fuck anything that gives them half a chance.” Katherine turned her head toward Robin and narrowed her eyes. “They didn’t fuck you because they were horny, sweetie.”

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Robin looked away but Katherine didn’t miss the self-doubt shining in her eyes. Katherine opened her mouth to give the woman a confidence boost but was cut off by the arrival of Iain. “Morning, baby.” He leaned down and gave her a light peck on her cheek. “Ahhh! He’s molesting me again. Robin, make him stop,” Katherine shrieked. “Back, foul beast, and take your cursed penis with you.” Iain chuckled, a seductive dark sound that promised sexy, painful and pleasurable delights later. Her body awoke, nipples tightening, her panties dampening. She swore and tried to look away but a mental image of him above her held her in its grip. Sweat dripping from his face, hair hanging down damp, his eyes shifting colors as he tried to gain control of his beast. At one point during the night his fingernails had turned into claws digging into her flesh. Despite the pain, it only added to her pleasure. She shivered and pushed the image away. “Come on, Iain, give her a break okay? Can’t you see she’s exhausted?” “And aroused.” He inhaled deeply and a growl slipped between his lips. I’m going to fall. I’m going to fall to the ground and turn into a puddle, right here and now. “Iain, go. I’m tired and I can’t take another round. Please.” She looked up at him, begging him for a break. “As you wish, my love, but later you’re all mine. I’ll give your pussy a rest for now. I have yet to fuck your ass and I miss your mouth on me.” I’m going to faint right here, right now, she groaned silently. The room was too hot. He had used his fingers and toys to fuck her ass but never his cock. She wanted that, another gush of moisture. She clenched her thighs together but that didn’t stave off the ache; it only intensified it. She glanced up and watched his eyes change from brown flecked with silver to aquamarine, a message clearly written in his look. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move. You belong to me now and forever. She looked away. The wolf was hunting and it wanted to fuck her senseless. She was already half way there. He gave her another quick peck on the cheek before he bent

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down and picked her up in his arms. The feel of being in his arms, the heat of his body overwhelming her, incited the blaze to burn out of control inside of her. “I’m just carrying you down the stairs,” he assured her softly. Neither one of them noticed Robin slowly following trying to look everywhere but at them. He carried her all the way to the kitchen and gently placed her in a chair. Robin hadn’t joined them. “We need to talk.” “You talk. I’m too tired.” She put her head down on the cool wooden surface of the kitchen table and willed her body to calm down. “Good, because I want to say this uninterrupted. This isn’t the afterglow. This isn’t during sex. This is in broad daylight with me fully awake. I. Love. You. I love you and there is nothing you can do or say to make me feel any differently. Yes, I’ve had my share of women. I’ve been known to be a commitment-phobe, and yes, I know it’s hard to believe that I would know what love is. “But I do know a few things. I know that I love waking up beside you, wouldn’t have it any other way. I can’t go a day without hearing your voice or seeing your face. I know how you like your coffee. I know when you’re frustrated or stressed or tired. I know that you love simple things and wouldn’t like it if I did something extravagant. I know that I love you and I can’t see myself with anyone else. Normally I’d be clawing the walls by now wanting to escape but I don’t want to run away. I want to stay here, with you, forever. You are my mate, the woman that I love. That is what I know.” She tried to hold back the tears but they slipped out anyway. Simple, honest and true, those were his words. She knew if she looked at him, she would see the honesty in his eyes. She lifted her head slowly. Reaching up she wiped away the tears. “I love you too.” He fixed them some coffee before lowering himself onto a chair next to her, setting a mug near her elbow. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. He pulled back, smiling softly. They didn’t say anything else. In silence they drank their coffee and savored each other’s presence. Once the coffee was gone, they headed for the

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study where Katherine showed Robin the ropes and Iain worked with his father on a project.

*** During lunch, Iain and Katherine slipped off for a quickie. Holding her close in his bed, he sighed in contentment. He had his love, his mate, and all he had to do was convince the rest of the pack to accept her.

Selena Illyria I/R Author Selena Illyria was born with an overactive imagination. She loves to write stories featuring futuristic cities that can only be imagined, visit island kingdoms of vampires/dragons, giggle with mischievous pixies, peek in on faeries looking for their mates, check up on the naughty staff of an exclusive academy, and sigh over how in love a powerful business exec is with his wife. She can’t wait to write stories with her talented, creative and wonderful CPs, Celia Kyle and Shara Cooper. When she’s not writing, she loves to read books of many different genres. She also loves to watch some of her favorite movies (too many to be named) and television shows. She also loves to listen to some of her favorite musical artists. All of these things help inspire her to write. If you’d like to know more about her, you can visit her website, blog, My Space page, and The Pink Chair Diaries. You can email her at [email protected].