Romeo Alpha Blood Lines Romance Series - Books 1 to 5

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Romeo retreated to his chambers with Amanda. A long night of planning lay ahead of them and he needed the quiet to think. “You’re worried,” he said, when their doors were closed.

“Would you be happier if I pretended I wasn’t? That w***e killed our son, the one who was supposed to take over this pack. Now I’m going to send my husband in there, virtually unarmed against a centuries old whatever she is, who happens to be obsessed with you. You know she’s going to want to sleep with you, right?”

“I’ve thought of that, yes. I’ll have to hope that I’m smarter than she is. Perhaps you can give me something that will make me appear to be ill when I use it?”

Amanda huffed out a breath and turned toward the cupboard that housed her potions. She pulled out several vials and laid them on their bed. Fetching a label maker, Amanda ran off labels for the seven vials. “Each of these has a different purpose, which I’ll put on the label. However, if you mix a drop of each of them together and drink the concoction, it’ll make you smell so foul even she won’t want to touch you. You can come up with the excuses however you like.”

“I love you, Amanda,” he said, reaching for her hands. They’d aged little over their nearly twenty-six years together. Amanda’s hair was still the dark brown of a dark oak and her eyes still the bright, seafoam green he loved. Even after five children, her body was still splendid. Pulling her closer, he nuzzled her neck. “Be with me tonight. One more time before I step into her lair.”

Her soft sigh vibrated against his neck, touching the scar she’d put on him so long ago, when she’d barely known who or what she was. Memories flashed through his mind of their first time together. She hadn’t loved him then, hadn’t even liked him really. But the tie between them was much too strong for either of them to deny. In the years since that first time, Romeo had learned to love her without the need to dominate and Amanda had learned to see the line between doing what was best versus doing what she wanted. All in all, they’d meshed very well since those first, very heated encounters.

Brushing his lips lightly over hers, he teased her. He roamed over her face and neck, using his hands to spread heat through her body. He grinned when her own hands did the same. They sought the warmth of his flesh as he worked to build the passion between them.

“Romeo,” Amanda whispered, breathing against his skin as her lips pressed against his neck. Their days of making love recklessly throughout the house were long gone. With children still at home and grandchildren who’d soon be running around, there were only so many places they could comfortably express themselves, but Romeo had made sure to accommodate their closed in quarters by ensuring both their bed and bathroom were massive. Half of the upstairs had been redone when Amanda became the official owner. Their bathroom sported a custom built claw-foot tub, a separate two person shower with dual shower heads and two separately adjusting faucets. The first time they’d ever showered together and Amanda had complained about having to wait and running out of hot water, Romeo had made a mental note to do the bathroom up right for his mate. He’d made the wait worth it, revealing it as her wedding present. “It’s still the best present I’ve ever been given,” she smiled when he led her there.

“Really?” he said, thankful that she seemed willing. But now, Jason’s death had scarred her in a way he’d never imagined and since then she’d been the hollowed out shell of the woman he’d fallen in love with. He knew her pain, had felt the majority of it himself. He didn’t know what it was to carry a child inside him, but he knew what it was to hold them when they cried, to commit to raising them to be well-adjusted, loving, caring, kind, polite, useful adults. He knew the heart-wrenching pain of their loss, a loss no parent should feel. So, while he didn’t know exactly what she’d felt, he knew most of it and empathized greatly with her. “I would have thought it’d be something more girly.”

“No,” she said, her green eyes glowing in the low light. “This, this wonderful labor of love is the best present you’ve ever given me. The children, they are on a separate level that doesn’t connect to this one. Nothing can touch what they mean to me, but speaking of presents that you personally have given me, this is still my absolute favorite.”

“Well in that case,” Romeo smiled, pulling her closer. “I’m exceedingly glad I did it.”

“Me too,” she grinned. “Wanna try and see if we can run the hot water out?”

“Absolutely,” he chuckled. “With two water heaters, though, I doubt we can last that long before our bodies shrivel up like prunes.”

“Well, it’ll be worth a shot, isn’t it?”

“I’m right behind you.”

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Sarina stepped into her home nearly twenty-four hours after she’d left it. Neither she nor Brody said a word. She was emotionally exhausted, as she was sure he was. Without warning, she found herself pressed against the wall, Brody’s mouth hotly claiming hers, like a starving man who’d found the choicest food. She gave into the need that clawed at her, the hunger she hadn’t truly felt since the twin’s birth. The full moon would rise that night and she knew Brody would change in a matter of hours. He’d hunt and tonight, she’d be by his side.

Now though, was the human need of their nature, just as strong and feral as the wolves that lived inside of them. Sarina grazed her teeth over his full lips, breathing heavily when he growled. His hands tore at her clothes, shredding them from her body with little care for where they landed or the outfit they ruined. His lips trailed hot, wet kisses over her skin, arousing her passion so that her mind couldn’t think about anything, especially the two boys who were being left in the hands of a mad woman. “Brody,” she said, breathing heavily before he picked her up. His dark eyes held her for a minute before he took her mouth again. The trip upstairs was quick and silent as Brody carried her to the guest room. By some silent agreement, they both knew that their room was off limits. It would remind them of their sons and now wasn’t for that, not if they were going to do this whole thing right.

Sarina wasn’t nearly as strong, even in her wolf, as Brody, but she still managed to strip him n***d. She remembered all too well how it’d been for them two years earlier when they’d chosen to mate. That same, unruly passion still rocked so easily between them, despite all that had happened. She noted the way her hands shook when she reached out to touch him. His body was much the same while hers had changed irreversibly carrying the twins. Still, Brody seemed to love the way she looked, his body showed rather obvious signs of arousal.

It wasn’t the norm between them for her to be the aggressor. She usually let him lead and enjoyed the ride, but tonight there was a need in her to have her way this time. Stepping closer to him, she boldly took his thick c**k in her hand, stroking it slowly back and forth so that he had to close his eyes to control his need to ravage her. Her free hand traveled over the muscles of his chest, abdomen and arm, finally pressing against the muscles in his back to get him closer.

“Sarina,” he begged, breathless. She’d known power over the years, especially since becoming a breeder. She knew women had an innate sense of dominance over their mates when it came to s*x, specifically during their mating cycles, but just now, when she wasn’t in heat, she wanted to express that power in a completely different way. Turning them, Sarina pressed Brody down onto the bed. She kissed his abs, working over his narrow hips and upper thighs. She teased him, drawing within a whisper of his hard c**k and then drawing away to kiss the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. Sarina did this until his hands buried themselves in her thick hair. Then she covered his tip with her lips, splashing him with a wet slide of her tongue. Brody’s groan only encouraged her and she made her movements much more rhythmic, taking him deeper and deeper. His c**k hit the back of her throat over and over again and Sarina fought the urge to gag, focusing on her movements so that his pleasure would bloom under her touch. His hands tugged at her hair as she continued to give him fellatio and soon Sarina found herself tasting the essence of his o****m before she found herself under him. His hands worked to master her body, quickly drawing out her own arousal as his fingers sank into the wet heat between her thighs. She arched against him, his thumb wreaking havoc on her c**t as he circled it over and over again. Aching for their joining, Sarina pulled him to her while moaning when he filled her with one hard thrust. Each penetration after that was deeper and harder than the last as Sarina felt her body being pushed toward completion. Brody’s teeth clamped over her tight n****e, alternating between a teasing graze and a soothing flick of his warm tongue as he tortured her in the most intimate way.

Sarina could feel her body building beneath Brody’s expert attention, her swollen p***y aching for each press of his hard c**k. Over and over again he plunged into her, his deep thrusts pressing her closer to c****x as his hands took the rest of her body over. The waves began like tsunamis, crashing through her as she clenched around him, tightly encasing him inside her wet, hot center. She cried his name as she came, feeling his own release as she pressed her hips tight to him, needing to feel him fully inside of her.

Over the last two years, Sarina had learned that Brody, while an amazing lover, wasn’t one for cuddling after the fact. So when he pulled her close this time, she quickly relaxed against him, needing this moment just as desperately it seemed, as he did. “We needed this,” he said, before she could speak.

“What do we do now?”

“We trust your parents,” he said, something most men wouldn’t. Brody, she knew, wasn’t one to suggest something lightly, but Sarina couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he was a once upon a time alpha who now submitted to her father, or if he truly thought her parents’ plan would work. “And no, I don’t particularly care for it.”

“How did you know I—”

“We’re linked, remember?” he said, nuzzling her neck. “I may not know exactly how you would have phrased it, but I knew you were wondering why I’d agreed to it.”

“Not even my own thoughts are safe,” she grumbled.

“Don’t worry love,” he grinned. “I’ll keep your mind honest.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that women over analyze. Men are solution oriented. We’re built to fix problems. Sometimes though, the only problem is that most women have trouble telling the lies in their head to shut the hell up.”

“So you think I lie to myself?”

“I think everyone lies to themselves. In this instance, I think you were close. Look,” Brody sighed. “I’m not saying that anyone, particularly you, does it on purpose. Self-lies are tricky, they sneak their way in without much provocation and before you know it, you’re telling yourself all sorts of things that aren’t true.”

“Give me an example,” she said.

“Alright,” he smiled. “When Lilith was inside of me and things were strained between us, did you ever think to yourself that I was stepping out on you?”

“No,” she said, but when those knowing, dark eyes met hers, she couldn’t help but grin. “Okay. I get it. Yes, I might not have thought you were cheating exactly, but that’s not far off from the truth of things. I was hurt and angry and irritated at you and despite all of that, I still couldn’t understand why we weren’t together.”

“We were together, sweetheart,” he said. Sarina felt his lips against her hair and sighed. “Even Lilith couldn’t get in the way of what we have, not truly. She tried, I’ll admit that. But in the end, I knew who my mate was, the woman I want for my wife.”

“Will we ever get there?”

“Where?” he asked.

“Our wedding?”

“Let’s try not to worry about it now. We’ll trap that b***h in her own schemes, make sure our boys are good, and then, when the weather perks up and I can undress you with my eyes as you walk down the aisle, then we can get married.”

“Alright,” Sarina smiled, turning into him. They made love tenderly as the sun woke up in the east and then, after breakfast, the real planning began.