Fated Legacy Complete Collection

Chapter 12

Chapter

Twelve

H e was here. Of course he was here. Renata had known from the moment the story about the storm broke that her time was almost up. She had known, deep in her soul, that he still searched for her and that any clue as to where she had gone to hide would lead him to her.

There had been no one since Bran. She hadn’t wanted anyone else. She’d tried to return to several discreet lifestyle clubs, but the idea of another man laying his hands on her had almost undone her. The last time she’d tried, she’d fled the Hellfire Club and had never gone back. A part of her had to believe she'd unconsciously allowed the photograph to be printed knowing it would return him to her. She wondered if the same clawing need had reignited for him when he’d realized she was within reach.

“You don’t seem surprised to see me,” he said quietly, his body tense, as if he was ready to intercept her if she tried to flee.

“I’m not. Not really, anyway. I knew when the papers ran the story about the storm and singled me out there was a very good possibility that you would see it.”

“And yet you let it run anyway.”

“I’m perverse that way. I knew you’d looked for me in the past and I never doubted if given the right set of circumstances, you’d come.”

“Then you had to have known when they ran the photograph from the gala, I would come. By the way, you looked gorgeous in that dress.”

“I hope you weren’t expecting to see me in it, I’ve already donated it to a charity in Glasgow. I don’t have a need for that kind of clothing in my life.” Renata stopped, crossing to the settee opposite the chair in which he sat. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“What is it you think we’re doing?”

He asked the question in a calm, even tone, but she could tell his body was bristling with anger. Combined with a healthy dose of lust, it rolled off him in waves. Renata thought if she sat down it might lessen the idea that she would flee, and that he’d lose some of the kinetic energy that was bound up in him. But she was wrong. She’d known he would be mad—God knew he had a right to be, but when confronted with it now, she found it unnerving.

“I don’t know, Bran. I’m confused.”

“I see. So I’m supposed to explain things to you? Meanwhile it’s perfectly all right for you to walk out on our life with no explanation at all? How did you manage that, by the way? I was waiting for you right outside the restroom. When you didn’t come out, I had the authorities go in and check for you.”

For reasons she would never understand, she found that humorous and she smiled. “You didn’t, but of course you did.” She took a deep breath. “I suppose I owe you an explanation.”

“You owe me so much more than that, and I intend to collect.”

“When you hear what I have to say, you may not feel that way. I won’t blame you if you want to walk away.”

“Have you learned nothing else about our kind since you ran away? Damn it, Renata, you’re my fated mate.” He leaned forward in the chair, his fury with her palpable. “Let me be clear. When next you leave here, I will have marked and claimed you in the way of our kind.”

“Don’t be so sure. You made your feelings known about my kind back at the dig.” Renata was suddenly able to shake off the deep longing and love she felt for this wolf. “And who do you think you are, breaking into my home, demanding explanations and telling me you’re going to have your way?”

“I refer you to my earlier statement. I am your fated mate.”

She sighed and slouched. “I don’t want to fight with you, Bran.”

“Good,” he growled moving from the chair to the settee in the blink of an eye.

She’d forgotten how fast and powerfully he moved. Before she could protest, Bran had hauled her up and tossed her over his shoulder. Renata tried to squelch her primal response to his show of aggression and power. She told herself that his behavior should not turn her on, but it did. It always had. There was something deep and dark about Bran that touched and melded with a corresponding part of her.

He stalked into the bedroom and unceremoniously dumped her on the bed. “Naked. Now.”

She could handle that. Who was she kidding? She could handle anything and everything he threw at her as long as it meant he still wanted her and meant to claim her. Sick as it was, she knew somewhere in some dark little corner of her heart and soul, all this time she had wanted him to find her, wanted him to claim her as his and never let her go. Arousal surged through her system and the feral smile that slashed across his handsome face told her he could smell it.

Renata lay back perched on her elbows, staring up at him. God he was gorgeous and more than ready to fuck, if that hard bulge in the front of his pants was any indication. But he deserved to know the truth about who she was before she let this go any further. She managed to roll backward and over so that she landed on her feet, the bed between them.

“I’m not in the mood to play, mate,” he snarled and sent a wave of what she now knew to be alpha energy her way.

Maybe it was better that so much time had elapsed since they’d last been together and that she felt like now she had friends she could count on. But he still deserved to know, and he also needed to know she wasn’t playing.

“Me either,” she said holding up her hand and directing a burst of magickal energy his way.

Bran staggered backward. The energy should have flattened him. He looked confused instead of frightened. It didn’t take long for him to recover—emotionally or physically—and before she had a chance to explain or make him understand, he’d reached across the bed and grabbed her by the wrist, preventing her escape. It occurred to her that her magick might not be as effective on a wolf as it was on a human. Perhaps the difference wasn’t human versus wolf, but rather anyone else versus her fated mate.

Bran stepped onto the mattress, stalking her as a hunter does his prey. She knew she should protest, tell him no, gather her magick to fight him. Hell, she should use her fucking safeword, but she didn’t. He hauled her up against his hard frame, allowing her to feel the length and breadth of his need as he pressed it into her belly. She could feel it. The thing that had sent her into a panic and which she had dreamed of ever since.

He lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue licking along her lips. Renata sagged against him. It had been so long. She remembered all too well feeling happily drunk each and every time he kissed her. Bran made her feel out of control, and yet she’d never felt safer than when she was with him. She parted her lips, inviting him in. The kiss that had started as seduction became dominance in the space of a heartbeat.

His tongue surged in, a conqueror claiming his territory. It swept her mouth and commanded she yield her mouth to him as his fist tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck. No one had ever kissed her the way Bran had. There was no ask, no gentle coaxing. Just the feeling of being possessed by her mate in a way that was as old as time.

Bran lifted his head, his eyes blazing, “I believe I told you I wanted you naked. I won’t ask again so if you value what you have on, I’d start obeying.”

“When the story came out in the papers,” she started.

Bran lifted her off the ground and turned so that the bed was at her back.

“Bran, please. I need to tell you something.”

“That push of energy I felt? It doesn’t matter and it can wait. But the next time you do it, it’ll cost you five.”

Renata’s entire body shivered, and she closed her eyes, savoring the delicious warmth of the wildfire that was coursing through her body. Still she didn’t surrender to its call. He needed to know who she was, what she was, and why she had run. She opened her eyes, locking her gaze with his and was about to speak when he took two fingers and shoved her backward to fall across the bed and onto her back.

Bran turned to the side, lifting both of her legs and removing the ankle boots she was wearing. He stripped off the ankle-high hose she had on underneath them and pulled her back to her feet, coming around to face her directly. Next he made short work of stripping her naked before pushing her back onto the mattress. He dragged his sweater over his head, and it was all she could do not to drool. She had almost convinced herself in the intervening years that he wasn’t as gorgeous as the god-like creature now standing before her.

She leaned back on her elbows again. Never taking his eyes off hers, he unbuckled his belt, whipped it through the loops, and placed it on the bedside table. He unfastened his jeans and removed them. With a deep breath he toed off his boots and socks, rendering himself as naked as she was.

His cock was more than she’d allowed herself to remember as well. Hard and fully erect, with a drop of pre-cum forming just at the slit. The only thing causing her any concern was the ring of hard tissue swollen at the base of his cock. The alpha knot. She’d felt it pulsing against her when he’d kissed her, but this was the first time she’d seen it.

“Take a good long look, Renata. I’m going to knot and tie you and it’ll be buried in you for the next few hours.”

Bran leaned down, scooped her up, and repositioned her lengthwise in the middle of the bed. Apparently explanations were going to have to wait. She remembered all the times they’d returned from a run, and he’d been impatient to get inside her, to shove his cock deep and hammer her pussy until she’d come three or four times.

He crawled onto the bed, covering her with his body, wedging himself between her legs and reclaiming his place there. He reached over for his belt and wrapped it around her wrists before using it to tether her to the bed. She could feel desire pooling at the entrance to her core. It all felt so familiar, yet somehow completely new.

Once he had her bound, he took her breasts in his hands, palming them both before lowering his mouth and swirling his tongue around her areola. He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth and tugged and then pinched the other one.

Renata didn’t cry out, didn’t fight. She gave over to the feelings and simply moaned. He teased and nipped at her breasts as he switched his attention from one to the other. His hand moved down her body, past her mons to stroke her thigh. She writhed beneath him, and he chuckled. He was all too aware of what he could do to her and how he could command her body’s response. He slid his hand between her legs, circling her clit with his finger and pressing down on it with his thumb. That was all it took. Her body arched into his as she came, the climax devastating in its intensity. How could she have thought to live without him?

She opened her eyes to see primitive lust reflected in his. “I’d actually forgotten how responsive you are. I won’t forget again. You’re mine, Renata, and after tonight not you or anyone else will have cause to doubt that.”

He rolled to one side, keeping his leg between hers. He played her body like a maestro would his favorite instrument and her body came alive for the first time since Israel. He caressed her sex, playing with her clit and parting the petals of her labia to stroke her pussy. Renata’s body bowed as he penetrated her with two fingers and thrust them rhythmically, glorying in the way he could take her to the edge. He quickly withdrew them, not allowing her to claim the prize. She howled in frustration.

“God, I love it when you do that,” he breathed. “I swear it’s like your howl wraps around my cock and balls and squeezes. And what it does to my knot ought to be illegal. Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re going to have many chances to achieve orgasm tonight before I tie you and let you sleep.”

Bran rolled back on top of her, centering himself more fully between her thighs. He slid his hands beneath her, grasping her buttocks and holding her steady. The hard cock she had gotten to know so well in Israel probed her entrance. He claimed her mouth once more. As his tongue thrust between her lips, he drove his hard cock with the enormous knot at its base, up into her.

He swallowed down the scream that accompanied the breach. Losing her virginity hadn’t hurt nearly that much. He stilled within her, allowing her body to readjust to his possession. Her sheath contracted all around him, pulling his staff forward until she felt the knot drop into a groove she had never known existed. This time as she climaxed, the knot began to swell, causing Branson to hiss. Good to know it wasn’t pain free for him either.

Without another word, Bran began to slowly rock within her. His shortened movements weren’t true strokes, but still she felt every movement of his body inside her as he rocked her steadily. Her pussy softened and accepted this new way he was claiming her. Her pussy quivered and she reveled in the feelings he evoked, both physical and emotional. She tugged at the wrist restraints, and he shook his head. She remembered he tended to favor more dominant positions and given her submissive response to them, she had most often found herself either restrained or on her knees as he fucked her.

His light dusting of chest hair grazed her beaded and overly sensitized nipples as he rocked within her. Another climax washed over her as her pussy spasmed all along his cock and he rumbled contentedly at her. The edge of anger had left him and what was left was pure, unadulterated lust. He continued to rock and kiss her, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth in an imitation of what his cock was doing to her cunt.

Renata had always achieved orgasm easily and never more so than with Branson. Now the third wave engulfed her, and she brought her legs up to intertwine with his. The primal feelings of submission, sensuality, and raw sexual need surged through her body, gathering and centering in her sheath that he used to pleasure them both. Branson was just as affected as she was by her rapidly escalating series of climaxes. She grasped his biceps as he ruthlessly taught her just what it was to be his mate.

As her cunt quivered all up and down his cock almost without respite, the abbreviated thrusting became more frenzied and powerful and her body raced toward the edge of the abyss, eager to freefall into ecstasy. Her nipples had become overly sensitized and were in painful need of being enveloped by the warmth of his mouth. She burned with need for him, the feeling far surpassing what she’d felt when they had been together before. The relentless rocking rubbed the sensitive tips in the same way he ground against her clit. It was almost too much… but just almost. His relentless use of her should have caused an uncomfortable friction, but instead her body continued to provide him with the lubricant he needed to plunder her pussy.

Renata’s entire body clenched as she sensed a change in his possession. Her inner walls shook and trembled as he rocked harder within her, growls now replacing the rumbling. Her toes curled as her muscles contracted, her pussy pulled on him rhythmically, urging him to spill himself in her. She sighed and shuddered in a blissful surrender she had only known with him.

As she tumbled into the depth of her own need and pleasure, Branson growled louder, making her look into his eyes as he opened his mouth to reveal elongated canines. He lowered his head and she instinctively offered him her throat. He sank his teeth into the space between the hollow at the base of her neck and her clavicle. Renata howled, uncertain if it was from pain or rapture. He relinquished her flesh only for a moment before deepening his hold and savagely marking her as his for all time.

Now Branson’s rocking increased to a furious pace and his cock seemed to swell before bursting and flooding her cunt with his seed. The ache, the longing, the need he had created seemed to be sated by the warmth that soothed her ravaged cunt.

“Mine, Renata,” he growled.

“Yours,” she purred

He reached up to untether her and she wrapped her arms around him, striving to be even closer than she already was. He didn’t start to withdraw, and she could feel his hard cock and the harder knot lodged inside her. Collapsing on top of her, he let her feel his full weight. Sighing, he gathered her close and rolled to his back, taking her with him.

Exhausted and yet happier and more replete than she’d ever been, she rubbed her head against his chest. She settled herself on top of him and closed her eyes. Tomorrow could take care of itself. Tonight, there was only Bran and the rapture she felt in his arms.