Marked by Siobhan Kinkade Read Free Book Online

still in the house.  All she cared about was that his fingertips drifted higher, brushing the underside of her left breast, testing its weight.   She arched into his touch and her head rolled to one side as she moaned, a long, low exhale of breath.  The pad of his thumb grazed her swollen nipple, and she cried out.
    Even after their intense lovemaking in the garden, she still wanted him.  With each lap of his tongue along her throat, every brush of his hips against her ass, she craved him more.  She knew what he was capable of now, and she wanted him to do it again.
    “Russell…” she panted, and drew her arm up to thread her fingers through his thick auburn curls.  He chuckled and nipped at her earlobe before withdrawing.
    “Come with me,” he purred, voice low and sultry.  Numbly, Tabitha nodded and allowed him to take her hand. She would follow him anywhere so long as it meant he would continue to touch her.
    He led her down the hallway between the kitchen and the ballroom.  The scent of warm, rare meat still hung in the air, swarming her senses, threatening to turn her stomach.  She had not eaten in hours, but she normally preferred her food a little less alive. Behind the odor of meat, she picked up on another set of smells that put her on edge.  Smells that had not been there before.
    Pheromones.  And the bitter musk of sex.  Soft whimpers and moans floated on the air.  Russell pushed open the doors, and for a moment Tabitha stalled.  The sight that greeted her momentarily numbed her senses, threatening to draw her under.  Russell’s guests, their expensive clothes cast aside, moved across the ballroom floor, a sea of writhing, naked bodies.  Hands groped for breasts and cocks.  Mouths suckled nipples.  Fingers skipped across clits.  No questing hand was turned away.  Some continued to couple in strange and intriguing positions, regardless of gender or preference.
    Tabitha’s eyes widened and her breath hitched.  She had never seen anything more erotic, or more intimidating.  She was suddenly very aware of her current state of undress, though she wore more clothes than most.  Panic lashed through her, followed by a wild swell of magic that crackled along her skin.  Russell’s grip on her hand tightened, but it did little to contain the surprise.  She closed her eyes, swallowed hard around the lump in her throat, and pushed the power back down inside her.
    “Come,” he whispered, and pulled her along.  She looked at him for the first time, surprised to find that he was still barefoot, and naked from the waist up.  So was she, she thought a little hysterically.  Too late to worry now, as several pairs of eyes turned to her, or more specifically her hand clasped in Russell’s.
    A low, rumbling growl started at her feet, where bodies parted to let them pass, and moved toward each wall.  Many people paused in their ministrations to sniff the air.  Their attention turned to her.  She’d been found out… The uncontrolled outburst had given her away.
     
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    Taking the little witch as a mate was, hands down, the best decision he had made tonight.  With her hot little hand burning in his, his mind never once went to the beast that lurked under his skin.  His whole thought process was consumed with having her again, laying her out for everyone in the room to admire, and then taking her with such force that no one questioned whether she belonged to him or not.
    It was his home.  He was the alpha.  Who he chose as a mate would have little bearing on the rest of his pack.  They would accept her as their mistress, and those who felt any sort of dissent would be allowed to leave.
    He was not interested in debating the politics of his decision.  It was his, and he chose her.  If someone challenged him, he would deal with it when it happened.  But he would not, under any circumstances, let her go.  He planned to bind her to him in any way possible, even if it meant real