Tired of Waiting

PART 1

Nate entered the lounge area, and instantly his vision became clouded by a misty, red haze. He blinked for a second, struggling to make his mind understand what he was seeing, but his inner beast recognized the scene instantly. It snarled, a fierce, piercing sound of animal fury and clawed within Nate with a mad desire to be free. Nate was momentarily disoriented by the intensity of his beast’s bloodlust, which hit him with the force of a freight train. He staggered physically and took a deep, ragged breath. The beast was a part of him, but it was Nate, the man, who ruled. With a conscious effort of his indomitable will, he was able to slowly assert control over his beast. A tremendous mental pressure was required for Nate to once again establish himself as the master. His inner beast quieted with a low, warning growl, and Nate forced himself to minutely relax. Although currently subdued from its lethal violence, his beast lounged gracefully on his haunches while he waited for Nate to act. It was a deceptive calm, because Nate could sense that, with its muscles bunched tight and its canines slightly protruded, its fury was still barely contained. His inner beast was tense and ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.

Finally, his red haze now cleared away, Nate’s eyes sharpened as he allowed himself to really acknowledge the two individuals in the room. Sienna and Kit, who had been sitting closely together on the couch, had jumped apart guiltily the second Nate entered the room. Kit’s cheeks were dusted with a light pink blush, and his heartbeat was racing. Nate could hear it loudly from across the room where he had stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway. Sienna was her usual cool self, her dark eyes regarding Nate with a steady confidence that always surprised him. As the pack’s alpha, few were able to maintain eye contact with him for long. Sienna had always proved to be the exception, although her adopted position within the pack made be at least partly responsible for her unique behaviors towards him. Nate had always been too lenient on her, he realized, because of the tragic circumstances in which she was forced to join the pack. Sienna approached him with none of the deference befitting one of his alpha status, and she always stared into his eyes with bravery and an inner defiance that sometimes stole his breath. She challenged him in a way that no other had, and it left his inner beast with an overwhelming desire to claim her. But Sienna was young yet, and Nate constantly fought to control and hide his desire for her. Not knowing precisely how to handle his reactions to the quiet strength of her inner will, her eyes blazing with challenge, or her light laugh that seemed to touch his soul, Nate had managed to reduce his contact with Sienna as much as possible. But not today, and today something was different. Although Sienna maintained her stoic, unflinching eye contact with Nate, right now he could hear her heartbeat sounding a fast, nervous rhythm that almost matched Kit’s. This was particularly unusual for Sienna, and, narrowing his eyes, Nate took a step into the room.

The scent of Kit’s lust hit Nate hard in the face, and he reeled as if receiving a physical blow. His entire body jerked, his muscles clamping down hard and fast in protest, and he could not contain the loud snarl that was torn from his lips at the scent. His inner beast was no longer content to wait silently, and his hackles rose as he bared his canines. Nate’s beast snapped his powerful jaws, longing to sink sharp teeth into something soft and alive, to draw blood and to maim, and for once, Nate was in complete agreement. Nate looked sharply from Sienna to Kit, and noticed for the first time that both of their lips were a little too shiny. They were wet. That observation in conjunction with Kit’s aroused flush and both elevated heartbeats led Nate to a horrible and overwhelming conclusion: they had been fucking *kissing.* Nate felt his mind start to go blank as his beast surged with renewed anger. He struggled for some sense of internal calm as the red haze started to take him again, and he wrangled his internal fury enough to keep his beast from emerging. But just barely. Nate was unable to push his inner beast to its usual place deep within, and it lingered close to the surface. He took another step into the room, breathing harshly and clenching his jaw to keep himself from lunching at Kit.

Kit, however, did not seem aware that his life was in danger. He stepped forward toward Nate, his hands clasped together tightly in front of his body with his head bent in subjugation. He was the picture of a contrite, embarrassed male, like he got caught sneaking cookies before dinner. Kit babbled nervously and kept his eyes low to the ground, a sign of respect and submission to his alpha. “Nate! I’m sorry, I didn’t – we didn’t – I mean -” but he was interrupted by Nate’s furious snarl. It was a command from his alpha, a sound that demanded silence. Kit glanced carefully up at Nate with wide, startled eyes and gasped at the fierce anger blazing in his direction. Kit’s face drained of color as he realized that Nate was on the verge of doing something much more serious than a reprimand for the public display of intimacy. Nate could see the boy was trembling, finally perceiving the danger of this situation. Nate’s animal was precariously close to the surface, and he knew his eyes had changed to the glowing blue of the wolf. The scent of Kit’s fear, sharp and tangy, reached Nate, and it calmed him a measure to know that the boy was afraid of him. He had every right to be, for in this moment, Nate felt it a high possibility that he would rip out Kit’s throat.

Nate took another step forward toward Kit and Sienna, and Kit squeaked and stumbled back. Kit bumped into Sienna and wobbled, and Sienna reached out a hand to hold his arm and steady him. Nate’s eyes latched onto the sight of the skin-to-skin contact of Sienna’s delicate fingers holding Kit’s arm, and he roared in rage. Another male was daring to touch his woman! His inner beast howled in agonized, furious protest, urging Nate to kill the offending male and protect what was rightfully his. The desire was so strong that Nate felt his own canines lengthening in response, his mouth opening while his lips peeled back in a vicious snarl. Nate shook his head, hard, trying to add rationality to his beast’s instinctual demand of violence. Deep down, Nate knew that Kit was a good kid and that he would sorely regret killing him. But he was having trouble remembering that at the moment. Despite his inner struggle, he was unable to lift his eyes from the contact between Sienna and Kit.

Sienna, having been surprised by Nate’s untimely entrance, grappled with her sense of guilt at being caught kissing Kit. Which was completely ridiculous, she reminded herself, because Nate had made it perfectly clear with his avoidance of her that he was not interested in her at all. And, really, Kit had caught her off guard with his kiss, and she was just about to push him away when Nate walked in. Sienna and Kit had been close friends for the years that she had been adopted by the pack, and while Sienna knew that Kit bore secret romantic feelings for her, she only felt for him as a brother. She had hoped to discuss the matter with Kit in a less direct way, but he boldly declared his interest in pursuing her romantically. Momentarily stunned by his confession, Sienna was unprepared for Kit’s swift kiss. In the few seconds that her brain lapsed and she processed what was actually happening, it appeared that Nate had arrived. Still at a loss for Kit’s sudden behavior, she was doubly confused by Nate’s immediate and intense fury. He had made his regard for her very clear, so he had no reason to be angry with her for kissing another. Nate’s eyes flashed a glowing blue and he snarled, indicating to Sienna that he was close to letting his beast rule his actions. Her eyes narrowed as her own temper surfaced, and she fought for calm while Nate stared intently at her hand on Kit’s arm.

She glanced at Kit, who was still sputtering at Nate with fearful eyes. Sienna could sense Nate’s rising fury, and suddenly she worried for Kit’s physical safety. She noted that Nate had yet to take his eyes off the hand she had pressed against Kit’s arm, and with silent, angry understanding flaring in her dark, intelligent eyes, Sienna carefully removed her hand from Kit’s arm. Nate’s eyes jerked from their combined flesh to Sienna’s eyes, watching as she lifted her hand from Kit. Sienna held Nate’s eyes and moved her hand very slowly. She kept her expression carefully blank while moving her hand, and maintained eye contact for a moment longer until her arm dropped gracefully back to her side. Nate let out a harsh breath the moment her skin no longer touched Kit’s. Now that they were not touching, Sienna let her own feelings of anger leech into her eyes. Her mouth became a tight, straight line and she regarded Nate with fierce challenge.

Nate’s eyes flared in response, and something low in his belly tightened as he growled. He felt himself hardening from the look Sienna was giving him, full of fire, defiance and something else. He admired Sienna for her free spirit, but right now he wanted her to submit. Nate had never wanted anything more, and the depth of his desire to claim this woman left him stunningly aroused. He wanted her on her knees, her lips red and puffy while he slowly fucked her mouth. He wanted her in his bed, staring into his eyes and gasping as he entered her for the first time. But more than that, he wanted her intelligence, her loyalty, her laughter. He wanted sleepy kisses, the sharing of dreams, and pups of his own. He wanted Sienna more than he had ever wanted a woman, and he was determined to have her. Nate knew he was a selfish bastard, but he couldn’t seem to care.

Nate’s eyes moved like a blade back to Kit, who jerked from being the focus of his alpha’s fury. The glowing blue eyes bore into him, devouring him in a way that made him shiver all over. Fear and adrenaline danced across his body, making his tongue feel numb and heavy as he tried to speak. Kit began trying to placate Nate. “Nate, I –“

“Get. Out.” Nate savagely interrupted Kit. His voice was a guttural sound that scraped against the flesh, sliding against Kit in a way that made his skin feel raw. Kit seemed momentarily frozen in place, unused to being the brunt of his alpha’s intense fury. The anger Kit sensed was barely contained, and his inner wolf rolled over to submit its vulnerable belly.

Nate scented the air as he approached Sienna and Kit more closely, standing only a couple of feet away. Kit’s earlier arousal had disappeared, which made Nate and his beast feel less threatened by Kit’s presence. Good, Nate thought to himself, because Kit’s arousal didn’t belong anywhere near Sienna. Scenting the air more carefully, Nate noted with immense relief that Sienna’s scent of arousal was not present in the room. His inner beast rumbled in pride and satisfaction, because it had smelled Sienna’s arousal in the past. For *him,* not for Kit or for anyone else. Nate knew the girl was attracted to him despite her cool attitude and refusal to interact with him for anything beyond basic pack etiquette. One evening, while the pack had been celebrating the mating ceremony of Tascha and Lucas, Nate had caught Sienna staring at him out of the corner of his eye. She had given him such a look of raw hunger that it rocked him like a punch to the gut. Nate’s body had jerked in instinctual response, his body tightening and his cock hardening painfully. He had caught a subtle waft of her arousal then, and it made man and beast shudder. Sienna smelled of berries and rain, an intoxicating combination that made him want to consume her and every drop of her lust. Nate had managed to keep his inner beast from pouncing Sienna then and there to take what she had to offer, but only barely. That night, when Nate had turned toward her to look her in the eye, her expression of need stuttered and vanished. It was gone so fast, replaced by her usual look of cool detachment, that Nate almost wondered if he’d imagined it. But he knew.

Seeing that Kit was frozen in a helpless, submissive response, Nate snarled once more for the younger male to be gone. “Now,” Nate grated in final warning, wanting Kit’s presence and scent of fear far from Sienna. Nate’s inner beast was in agreement, wanting to be alone with his woman. The only thing that placated man and beast enough to let Kit leave in one piece was that he could not sent Sienna’s arousal. That meant that, despite their shared kiss, Sienna was not aroused by Kit. Something unloosened within Nate with the realization, and he was able to regain a measure of rationality, but he was still dangerously coiled with barely repressed violence.

Kit nodded once and ran from the room without a backwards glance. Coward, snorted Nate. Kit didn’t spare any concern for leaving Sienna alone, and his blatant disregard of her potential safety made Nate growl again. Not that he would ever hurt Sienna. He would rather hurt himself. He might as well hurt himself if she ever got hurt, because her pain was his pain, he realized that now. Nate took the final step towards her, standing as close to her as possible without touching, and used his superior height to try to intimidate her. Not that she was intimidated, his Sienna.

Breathing heavily, Sienna trembled with her building anger. She could sense Nate’s barely contained violence –he was furious? Well, so was she. How dare he scare the living daylights out of Kit, who was like a brother to her? How dare he suddenly show interest in her with a ridiculous display of male possessiveness and intimidation? How dare he keep her at arm’s length for months only to show awareness of her when another man does? Beyond furious now, Sienna could not bring herself to form coherent words and merely stood silently in front of Nate. Her anger toward Nate’s high-handed treatment of Kit was a living, tangible thing, and she stroked it within her. Wrapping herself within the veil of her anger, she faced Nate with defiant, flashing eyes.

She could feel his body heat radiating out toward her, and while normally his warm proximity calmed her, now it infuriated her. “How dare you,” Sienna began, speech coming to her after several long seconds. Her voice was low and controlled, and her words lashed into Nate with her quiet anger. “How dare you treat Kit that way!” She burst forth with increasing volume, snapping at Nate in feminine indignation and resentment. Apparently that was precisely the wrong thing to say, and she realized her mistake a second too late. He let out a snarl so fierce that she actually flinched. Nate’s reaction to hearing Kit’s name upon her lips, her sweet mouth, was a soul-deep rage that made his gut tighten and his vision dim. He never again wanted to hear her utter another male’s name other than his own. With some of his earlier regained rationality rapidly dissipating, Nate used her hesitant moment of surprise to menacingly corral her toward the wall to the side of the couch. Using his larger body to force her in his intended direction, he didn’t stop until her back hit the wall.

Sienna’s eyes widened as she felt the wall behind her. She had been so focused on Nate’s intense regard that she had retreated automatically. Stupid, she chastised herself. She should never have let him use his larger size to his advantage. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place, literally, and she wasn’t sure which was which. “What are you -?” she began, but was immediately cut off by Nate.

“Be quiet, Sienna,” he reprimanded in a gentle calm that snapped her mouth shut immediately. Sienna’s heart was pounding, he could feel it as close as it was, and he listened to the hot blood pump wildly through her body. He could sense the adrenaline running through her veins as well, and he was pleased by her awareness of him. Nate could sense her wariness, which both pleased and frustrated him. She had enraged his beast, but she ought to know that he would never hurt her.

“Do not move,” he ordered her quietly. Used to being alpha and giving commands, his voice cracked across her like a whip, and Sienna shuddered at the strength of his dominance. Nate slowly reached up to grip her chin with his forefinger and thumb, and he forced her to look up and into his face. He was a good head taller than Sienna, so the angle required to look into his eyes stretched her neck taunt. The moment she made eye contact with him, static sparks flew between them and a wild flurry of butterflies ticked her stomach. Nate was breathing heavily, his warm breath tickling her sensitive skin, but it was his eyes that froze her in place. His eyes were completely glowing blue, and etched onto his face was a look of such sensual hunger that it stole her breath. Goosebumps broke out along her arms and she shivered as though cold, but the fissions coursing through her body like liquid fire and settled low with a dull ache. She felt her pussy dampening and mentally cursed herself for such an easy, weak reaction to this man who had never wanted her. She had been attracted to him from the moment she laid eyes on him, but he had never showed an interest in her beyond warm indifference.

Nate used the grip he had on Sienna’s chin to turn her head to the right. Regretfully, it broke their electric eye contact, but he couldn’t help but notice the elegant corded muscles of her neck while she was standing before him. Stretched as it was, the pale expanse of her neck beckoned to him as nothing ever had, and he had to taste her there. Nate slowly leaned forward and pressed his nose into the crook of her neck, feeling for the first time how soft her skin is there, and he inhaled deeply. Sienna’s entire body jerked in response to the intimacy of such an act, and Nate breathed in the natural scent that was Sienna. Her soft, breezy scent drove him crazy most days. He found himself looking for it as he walked through the compound, hoping to catch scent of her even while he avoided her. Nate breathed in a second time, a long, slow breath to let her know exactly what he was doing, and her reaction was immediate. Sienna’s already lovely scent filled with the spicy scent of her arousal. Berries and rain coated his tongue, and he luxuriated in the feel of the smooth fragrance as he slowly swallowed it down his throat. Nate found himself excitedly imagining drinking that delicate taste of Sienna directly from her hot, central source, and his inner beast growled low in possession.

Sienna shivered in response to the way his animalistic display of ownership trickled over her already-on-fire nerves. “There it is,” Nate said with calm male confidence that both infuriated and aroused her. Growling again against the soft, vulnerable skin of her neck, Nate dragged the drugging fragrance deeper into himself. His beast was already snapping at him to take her, urging him to mark her in a way that made her forever his. It wanted Nate to sink his teeth into Sienna from behind while he fucked her so good, pushing himself so deep, that she never even looked at another man again. Nate smiled a grim smile and decided to heed the wise advice of his beast.

“I can smell how you want me,” Nate practically purred against her ear in sinful invitation. “Don’t deny it, Sienna. I can smell your pussy growing damp for me, preparing you for me.” He said in approval, his words caressing softly against the side her neck. Nate had yet to touch her with his mouth, and he knew she was already wet and aching for him.

Sienna gasped softly in indignation, as much from his crude words as his declaration of her lust. Her cheeks heated with the mortification that he could so easily read her arousal for him. Her heart pounded wildly, pumping hot, excited blood throughout her body and igniting nerve endings throughout her body in a series of reactions. Her entire body thrummed with the tingling sensation of being more alive than she had ever been before, and nerve ending she didn’t know she had sang for Nate to touch her more. Her clit began to throb with a dull urgency, but she squeezed her legs together in denial. Her reaction to him infuriated her, and his male arrogance that he was going to fuck her infuriated her even more.

Sienna used her ire as the best weapon of defense that she had, and she hurled it forcefully at Nate. “Let go of me!” She spat in a tone full of outrage, her feminine pride bruised by her immediate and intense physical reaction to this dominant male. She squirmed before him, twisting her neck in an effort to break free of his possessive hold. Her effort to disengage his fingers was futile. Despite her attempts, Nate was easily holding her still in a grip that was firm but surprisingly gentle against her tender skin. Growling herself in frustration, Sienna placed both palms against his chest and pushed hard, but it was like trying to move concrete. Nate stood unperturbed by her attempt to move him, and he glanced down predatorily at her hands on his chest. Sienna felt her arousal climb even higher. A secret part of her was more than pleased by Nate’s display of natural strength. With the necessity of being in strict control of her life every minute of every day for years, Sienna had developed a strong personality that drove away most men. Sienna had secretly longed for someone both physically and mentally strong enough who she couldn’t control. Someone with whom she could trust to take away her control. She had instinctively known that Nate could be that person the moment she had laid eyes on him, but he had shown no interest in doing so. Until now.

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