Текст книги "Tempting Whispers"

Автор книги: T. A. Grey

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Chapter 16

Two weeks later

“And now, this one.”

The pen flew across the black line as she signed her signature on the last page of the document. The behemoth stack of divorce papers had looked so intimidating, but with Brayden by her side, it’d felt like nothing. In fact, she’d smiled the whole way through and happily scribbled her signature and dated the lines where necessary. She was now free.

The clerk looked over the last signature then nodded. He slammed a big stamp over the last page, then stuffed them into a big manila envelope.

“Congratulations. Once these are made official, you can consider yourself divorced, Ms. Kategan.”

Vanessa’s smile was so huge her cheeks hurt her. She turned into Brayden and gave him a big hug. He laughed at her and she liked that too.

“When will I know?” she turned back to ask the clerk.

He glanced at a calendar. “It generally can take up to two weeks for it to go through.”

She lost her smile. Two whole weeks. Two more weeks that she’d still be considered mated to Joseph.

“Come on.” Brayden tugged her hand and led her outside.

The sun looked brighter, the air smelled fresher. Everything was good. Everything except her nagging conscious.

Brayden glanced down at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Well, I feel guilty.”

“About what?”

She took a deep breath and let it out. “I feel guilty because I don’t feel bad that he’s dead. Isn’t that horrible? I mean, here I am making the divorce official, just so I can get my old name back. But, I don’t feel bad about it. Shouldn’t I?”

She didn’t know what his answer would be, but she certainly didn’t expect him to lean down and kiss her in full display of the Justicars heading in and out of their headquarters. It was a warm, tantalizing kiss that brought her blood to a simmer, causing her heart to race. He pulled back just as she started to think of all the nearest locations she could get his clothes off.

“No, you shouldn’t. He deserved what he got. I just wished I could have done it.”

Her jaw dropped. “What? You would have killed him?”

His eyes darkened so fast it scared her. “In a heartbeat. He hurt you for two long years...” his voice trailed off as a finger skimmed down her cheek. “Come on, let’s go.”

With her heart bursting in her chest, she couldn’t stop smiling. God, she loved him. Like really, madly, deeply, insane kind of love. “You never did tell me where we’re going.”

“That’s because I said it’s a surprise.”

Not put off in the least she replied, “It doesn’t have to be a surprise. They’re totally overrated anyway.”

He chuckled, then helped to lift her in his SUV at the curb. “Nothing you could do could convince me.”

Her eyebrow arched and he looked at her and winced. “Don’t even.”

She relaxed into her seat and parted her legs. “Oh, really? Nothing I could do...could convince you to tell me?”

“Baby, don't; it’s a surprise.”

“But, I really want to know,” she said, breathless. She honestly didn’t even care about the secret, but now she was getting hot and by the look in his eyes, so was he. She wet her dry lips and his eyes tracked the movement.

“Baby, stop that. I’m going to start this car, then we’re leaving. That’s it, okay? No games.”

She smiled devilishly at him. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

He narrowed his eyes on her then shook his head, started the car, and peeled away from the curb. Still, she watched him and still, he cast furtive, watchful glances at her.

She scooted closer to him. He tensed. He must be out of it, because he hadn’t even made sure she buckled her seatbelt. Watching the road ahead, as if nothing in the world was happening, she casually lifted the armrest separating them then scooted closer.

His jaw slid left. His hands curled hard over the steering wheel.

“Don’t do it,” he warned in that dark, sexy voice that gave her shivers.

She looked up at him with wide eyes. “Talking to me like that doesn’t help, you know.”

He exhaled a long, long breath.

What was with her desires going wild every time she was in close confines with him, specifically in this car? The last time they’d gotten all hot and bothered, he’d pulled over to the side of the road and things had just been about to get really, really good when they’d been struck by a car.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned.

“Don’t think about what?” she whispered, her panties already wet between her thighs.

“About that day on the side of the road. I can see every wicked thought that scatters across your face. You’re like a book, beautiful.”

She sighed then curled around him. He hesitated at first, but then he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She liked this. Liked being close to him, smelling his wonderful scent, feeling the strength of his body. Her hand rested on his chest, then trailed down over the hard planes and bunches of muscle. Desire rushed inside her. She wanted to lick her way down it, slowly.

The SUV started slowing. She started chanting a victory in her head then looked out the window.

“What are we doing at the airport?”

“All part of the surprise.”

Pouting, she frowned at him, then scooted back across to her side of the car. She wouldn’t be getting any after all. She shot him a dirty look, which he caught, and then grinned at.

“Jerk.”

“Beautiful.”

Okay, so that was really sweet, and maybe she didn’t hate him after all.

He parked in long-term parking then led her inside. O’Hare was busy, to say the least. People rushing, talking loudly, sitting in seats eating quickly before their flights, or piled up against the wall with a laptop or book in their hands. The excitement started to catch on as he led her through the security checkpoint, then past terminal after terminal.

“Where are we going?”

“To the bathroom.”

Her smile fell. “Oh. No, I meant where are we going?”

“Just answered that, beautiful.”

She glared at his back as he half dragged her through the crowds. They made a right down a hall, this one less crowded, then stopped her outside the bathrooms. The door on the left said ‘men’ and the door on the right, which was much busier, said ‘women’.

“Wait here,” he ordered, then disappeared inside the men’s room.

What the hell was he doing, washing his hands? The man was a vampire; he didn’t have to use any facilities. Her own question was answered a moment later when he came out, grabbed her hand, then pushed her inside. Surprisingly, the bathroom was very white and clean looking. A sweet fruity smell permeated the room. He pulled her inside, then closed the door behind him. The metal deadlock clicked into place a second later.

He was on her in a second, hands on her ass, lifting her against the door. “What are you doing?” she hissed.

His mouth created havoc at her throat, making her legs weak and her will even weaker. “You started it. No way am I going to sit on a flight next to you without taking you first. God, I wouldn’t last.”

Then his tongue thrust into her mouth and she let herself go. Her arms wound around him, his fingers dug deliciously hard into her bottom and she cried out against his mouth.

Breathing hard, he drew back. “We don’t have much time. I can take you standing up or turn you around. Which do you want?”

Oh, fuck. Both sounded hot as hell and she knew would be amazing. Someone pounded on the door, then pushed. It didn’t budge.

“We’re out of time. Sorry, beautiful, but this is going to be quick.”

“Fine by me,” she managed to mutter, before he spun her around, lifted her skirt until it bunched around her waist.

She heard him groan as his finger petted her, playing with her.

“God, your panties are soaked.”

Words became difficult, so she nodded, but she still managed to wiggle her hips at him, and arch her back low so her hips thrust back. He groaned low, then she heard his zipper slide down. Oh, God, she was panting and he wasn’t even...

Her breath caught, a low moan stuttered from her...

Inside her yet...

She never finished the thought. His lips and teeth took her neck, holding her in place, his hands cradling her hips and he took her hard.

“So wet,” he panted against her neck.

Her mouth fell open to breathe. Her eyes closed. Her entire body tingled from her nipples to her clitoris. Each thrust slapped their flesh together creating erotic pulses inside her.

Someone knocked on the door again and somehow that made her hotter. They could get caught. A thrill rushed through her.

Him, too, it seemed, because his grip tightened on her and he fucked her faster, his cock spearing into her wet, tight flesh with the determination of a man needing to come.

His hand reached up and tweaked her nipple and that was all it took. The second the half-moan, half-scream started to spill from her lips, his hand slapped over her mouth. She screamed into it as her body pulled impossibly hot and tight, then released in a violent climax. She shook around him, heard his labored breathing as he worked himself in and out, then he pressed deep and hot, while wet pulses spurted inside her.

Only after her breathing calmed did he take his hand away. She didn’t know how he did it, but in record time, he had both their clothes righted, the door unlatched, then he quickly ushered her through the airport.

Her face had flamed as a hefty man glared at them from outside the bathroom door. But even as she averted her gaze, a giggle left her, then another. She was still warm and wet with the afterglow of sex rushing through her, and yet they were walking through the airport with his arm across her shoulder, like nothing had happened.

She looked up at him and smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“So, now tell me where we’re going.”

He looked away, then sighed. “Fine. Are you sure?”

She nodded fast, biting her lip. “Yes, really, I swear.”

He stopped in front of a terminal filling with people, then nodded toward it. “That plane’s headed toward St. Louis. We’re on our way to visit the Kategans.”

“Why?” Not that she minded, but that seemed odd. She’d rather spend more time in bed together first, for like, a few months, at least.

His eyes turned soft and serious. “Because, the next eldest male in your family is Vane and I’m going to ask him for your hand.”

Her heart jumped. She had the sudden urge to cry, but she didn’t want to look weak, so she kept it at bay, barely. “What?”

He pulled her closer her, cupping her jaw, then pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I love you, Vanessa. I want you to be my mate for ever and ever. But I’m going to ask him, then ask you the proper way.”

“What proper way?” she asked, stupid tears burring her vision anyway.

“I’m going to stand before Alpha Vane and his pack and ask you if you will take me to be your mate.”

Her chest rocked with emotion. She’d never been asked before. She’d been told. She’d been ordered. Tears streamed down her face and he wiped them away, his eyes intently watching hers. Her hands dug into his back, pulling him even closer.

“But, baby, I’ve already said yes.”

His lips twitched, relief flooding his face and she couldn’t believe it. He’d actually been worried that she wouldn’t accept him. How could she not, when her whole heart lay in his hands.

He kissed her long and sweet. A kiss between two people in love.

He pulled back, then smiled brilliantly wide. The whole smile lit up his face like nothing else. She could only blink at it and try to memorize it.

“I’m still going about this the proper way, and then you’ll say yes in front of everyone.”

She smiled back at him. It was contagious, she couldn’t help it. And she didn’t care that they were clinging to each other in the middle of a bustling airport, because she could see the love in his eyes.

 So she leaned up and kissed him one more time before she let him take her to St. Louis where he received Vane’s permission and hers, in front of the entire pack. She’d never felt happier and more honored in her life. And the crowd cheered him on as he dipped her over his arm and kissed her in front of all.

About the Author

T. A. GREY lives in Missouri where she spends her days writing and reading heart-pounding stories in the comfort of her home. She has three wild cats that never leave her alone and a loving fiancé who surprises her with gifts of cherry taffy. She has a weakness for feeding stray cats, listening to old music, and trying out new recipes. After graduating with her Bachelor of Science in Professional Writing, she now spends her days filling up pages with sexy and imaginative stories. You can learn more about her and her books at www.tagrey.com.