Chapter 16
Having Cersi pressed up against him was doing crazy shit to Tyson’s wolf. The dumb beast was actually pouncing around inside of him like a cat toying with a ball of yarn. His wolf was acting…giddy. Stupidly, childishly, giddy, and that never happened. It was almost embarrassing.
Cersi was still glaring up at him, and he had to wonder if she was fucking with him or not. She certainly didn’t seem leery enough to understand that he actually did harbor a beast inside of him even though she’d seen it twice now. Monster couldn’t be controlled, not by him and certainly not by his Alpha. Cersi was playing a dangerous game.
Leaning lower, he growled, “First off, I will look at you any way I please.” To add emphasis to his words, he pulled back and let his eyes dip to her lips before lifting back to hers. His heightened hearing picked up the sudden uptick in her heart rate. “Second, I am an animal, one I promise you don’t want to tangle with, and third, if you don’t want me touching you, then I suggest you stay far away from me.” He pulled her closer until his lips brushed against hers. As he spoke, electric currents shot through his body even as she gifted him a sharp little inhalation. “That’s the only warning you’ll get, Cersi.”
Before she could say anything, he released her, lowering her legs carefully before forcing himself to walk away. Hands balled into tight fists at his side, he didn’t look back as he made his way to his room at the back of the cabin.
Inside, Monster was lunging and snapping at the surface demanding control. He wanted to turn around and drag Cersi back to their den. Monster wanted to strip her, fuck her, and keep her. And, goddamn if the man in him didn’t want it too. But, it couldn’t happen. It could never happen. He wasn’t like other shifters. He wasn’t like anyone. He was fucked up; he was cursed. He was a monster, and Cersi deserved better than that. She needed to heed his warning because it really was the only one she’d get. He wasn’t even going to pretend that he had any control where she was concerned. Even now, Monster was shredding his insides trying to get him to go back.
Crazy fuck!
He needed to change, but first, he had to talk to Haddix. His Alpha’s mate, Vesa, was finally happy, which meant she’d stay of her own volition. There was no longer any need for Tyson to keep an eye on Cersi, which meant that she needed to leave BlackLodge, and she needed to leave now!
Whipping out his cell phone he was pounding in Haddix’s number when his door was pushed open.
Turning ever so slowly, he prayed it wasn’t Cersi standing there in his room. It was. Of course, it was. Who else would it be?
“Why…” she stepped into his room. “Why did you bring me here?”
Because I couldn’t bear to take you anywhere else. He didn’t say it.
“You keep pushing and pulling on me.”
He knew he had.
“I can’t get a read off you.”
He knew she couldn’t.
“Do…do you want me or not, Tyson?”
All the air left him with the question because fuck yes, he wanted her. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything, but he couldn’t have her, and that was the damn problem.
She stepped away from the door, closing it behind her and walked further into his room. With each step she took, he was begging inwardly for her to stop.
Stop, stop, stop!
She didn’t stop. She just kept right on closing the distance between them and as she did, it became harder and harder to stay planted in place. She was torturing him being here. She needed to leave. Now!
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Cersi didn’t know what she was doing. Taunting a beast, obviously, but she couldn’t place why exactly. Was it because he’d got her all hot and ready and then stormed away from her? Was it because he’d been trying to convince her this whole time that he’d held the power when he’d just shown her that it wasn’t true. He wasn’t pushing her away. She angled her head and narrowed her eyes on him. He was running! God, she hated runners. They were cowardly and weak. They deserved to be taught a lesson.
Grabbing the zipper of her jacket, she pulled it down and noted how Tyson’s eyes followed the movement. She stripped off her jacket and dropped it on the floor, taking another step closer.
Tearing her eyes from his to glance around the room, she decided instantly that she liked it. It was simple. A bed a few dressers, a dark burgundy rug on the floor with matching curtains over the lone window. There were a few pictures on the wall of wildlife scenes, but what really drew her was the scent. The room smelled like Tyson, earthy, dark, powerful, his very essence filled the space and had her wishing for things…wanting.
She didn’t even look at him as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and used her good arm to pull it over her head.
“What…what are you doing?”
She hid the grin that wanted to wreck her face as she turned to face him. “I need my bandages changed.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t why she’d stripped off her shirt either. Watching as Tyson fisted and un-fisted his hands, she lifted her hand and ran it over her bandages then skimmed her breasts and smoothed it down her stomach. Tyson’s eyes followed the path. She nearly laughed when he swallowed hard and lifted those bright green eyes to hers.
“Can you help me? Or not?”
Clenching his jaw, he disappeared through a door on the side of the room. A light flicked on in there, and Cersi figured it was a bathroom. She heard him rummaging around, and while she waited, she walked to his bed, bent and unlaced her boots before kicking them off and then reclined back on his mattress. The comforter was warm against her back. She was surprised he was able to keep his home so cozy considering it was damn near blizzarding outside.
Ankles crossed and good arm tucked behind her head, Cersi watched as Tyson came back into the room, hands full of supplies, and slammed to a halt. His eyes roved over her until he asked gruffly, “What are you doing?”
“Waiting.” She answered simply. You’re not running from me, Tyson.
He came to the bed, and she scooted over so that he had enough room to sit beside her.
“You should’ve asked Vesa to do this.”
Cersi smirked. “But you already know how. Besides,” she blinked up at him. “I like your touch. It’s gentle.”
He swallowed hard again, but this time his eyes went hard. “I gave you your one warning. If you push me here…”
Lifting a hand, she smoothed it down his cheek before dropping it to her stomach. Her red-tipped finger circled her belly button once then twice before lowering to the snap on her jeans that she easily popped open.
“Do you wanna push into me, Monster?”
She knew the instant Tyson lost control. Without even a blink, his pupils dilated fully obliterating the green completely. All blacked out eyes and flexing muscles, a snarl ticked up his lip the instant before he had Cersi up off the bed. One arm shelving her ass, her chest pressed to his, he collared her throat with a hand and kissed her roughly.
He didn’t know she liked it rough.
Kissing him back with just as much intensity, Cersi could feel how hard he already was. She loved this! She loved having the effect on him, but just as suddenly as the kissing started, it ended. Tyson lowered her to the ground and pulled away so damn fast that she stumbled forward. With his back to her, he paced away, his breathing heavy in the room as he commanded, “You need to go.”
Go?
His legs locked and he lifted his head and even though he was facing away from her, she could see the muscles in his neck tense as he gritted out, “Now. You need to leave now!”
Oh, she got it. He was about to lose control, and he was trying to chase her off so it wouldn't happen.
Oh, it’s happening.
Cersi stripped out of the rest of her clothes. All while she disrobed, she watched Tyson’s rigid back. He wouldn’t look at her, but that’d change.
Naked, she walked to the end of the bed, turned so she was facing away from him and then she bent over, resting her chest on the bed. It was tall enough that the mattress hit her just at the bend in her hips.
“Tyson. Come here.”
She enjoyed using his own words against him, but not as much as she enjoyed the sharp intake of breath she heard when he finally turned around. She counted two seconds before there was the sound of a zipper being ripped and then his warm body curved over hers. Fuck, this was heady. Having control over him like this was the most exhilarating and almost masochistic thing she’d ever experienced. She was torturing him and in return torturing herself, and it was torture. She was aching for him in places where she’d never ached for a man before, not like this.
Just as she thought it, the head of his cock probed her wet slit, but Tyson stopped just short of entering her. Contrary to what he thought of himself, the man had an iron will.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that his eyes were focused on her most intimate parts. She knew what he was looking at. She was glistening, ready for him. But, the look on his face was full of uncertainty. He looked like he wanted to ask permission, but was afraid she’d say no.
“Do it,” she hissed and flared her hips.
That was all it took. Lip ticking up in a snarl, Tyson didn’t take his eyes off her pussy as he slid the thick length of himself into her. He was a lot of man to take and even as wet as she was, Cersi felt a little overfilled, but then Tyson started moving. His movements weren’t the kind lovers made. No, this wasn’t lovemaking. This was outright fucking!
Pulling back, he slammed into her to the hilt, his hips pressing up tight against her ass. Then, it turned into a frenzy. Hips pummeling, Tyson pulled almost all the way out and then slammed into her over and over and over. The movements rocked her body on the bed causing her breasts to bounce, but then Tyson’s hands were there, cupping and moulding. Cersi felt her body tighten when he pinched her nipples. She was close. Legs shaking under the assault, Tyson rammed into her two more times and then her channel seized around him. Crying out, she arched her back as everything tightened. The pleasure was too much, and she cried out again as a second orgasm hit as he continued to work himself inside of her. Finally, Tyson slammed into her one last time and froze. A long growl blasted up his throat as he emptied himself deep inside of her. Hips bucking he rode out their combined orgasms before Cersi glanced over her shoulder at him. His closed eyes slowly opened and he looked at Cersi more tenderly than she thought him capable of. Lifting a hand from her hip, he trailed it gently up her back and then stroked it down her cheek. His eyes held hers a moment before they lowered to her lips and then slowly tracked down her body to where they were still connected. His seed was seeping out of her, coating her inner thighs. She felt dirty, but it was the best damn dirty ever.