The ride out to the Gathering was surprisingly quiet. Laurent drove, his right hand resting comftorably against her left thigh. Amanda stared out the window, her thumb absent mindedly brushing against the photo of Larry that Lau had given her an hour before they had left. He wanted her to have it with the hopes that it would trigger more memories for her. He was starting to become at peace with what had happened. It was almost as if them getting together had healed apart of him that had been lost and broken. She glanced over towards him, her eyes riveted to his face. He truly was a beautiful man, both inside and out and she felt a sense of pride being able to call him hers. She had not doubt that he would guide the Pack in the right direction.
"If you keep staring at me like that, bebe, we won't make the Gathering." He warned, his voice a deep husky purr that sent a shiver down her spine. A smirk tilted up the left corner of her mouth as she gave him a side ways glance.
"Don't threaten me with a good time, Laurent." She countered, resisting the urge to squirm when his hand tightened on her thigh. A growl rumbled from his chest and she felt her body answering in response, instantly becoming strung tighter than a bowstring.
"You are fiesty tonight, belle." His accent had grown thicker and she knew that she wasn't the only affected. She wanted him and he knew it, just as she knew he wanted her. She heard him take a sharp inhale of breath. It was followed by a groan as he caught her arousal. "Mon Dieu, bebe. You're like a drug to me, do you know that? I can't get enough of you." His hand shifted, kneading her thigh very close to where it met her groin.
She bit her lip to stifle her own groan but a throaty purr slipped past. She heard him curse fluently in French, the knuckles of his other hand turning white with his tight grip on the steering wheel. If he wasn't careful, his preternatural strength would end up breaking it. His eyes flashed dangerously in the light of the setting sun as he glanced in her direction. The sight of her leaning back in the leather seats, her eyes shut and head tilted as she bit her lower lip, had his blood raging in his veins. Without thinking, he jerked the car over to the side of the road and nearly slammed it into park. Apparently, Amanda had the same idea because her seat belt was unbuckled and she was crawling over the gear shift in order to get to him.
"I hope it's not always going to be like this in public." She muttered, her fingers immediately seeking out his own seat belt buckle. He fumbled with his jeans, hissing through his teeth when she swatted his hand away to unfasten them herself. "Careful, princess." Another faint hiss slipped past his lips when he felt the heat of her hand brush against his arousal. His hands reached up and around her backside, pulling both her yoga pants and panties down.
It was her turn to groan when she felt one of his fingers tease along her entrance.
"You're ready for me already, bebe?" He whispered against her ear as he used his other hand to pull her pants off over her sneakers. "I want you so bad, belle. This is going to be fast and hard."
"I can take it, Lau."
He growled and it vibrated her spine when he spun her around to face away from him. He leaned the back of his seat down further, but not enough where he couldn't see her, touch her but his head fell back when she unexpectedly reached down and guided him inside of her in a single stroke. He saw stars. She was so hot, so tight around him.
He was hard velvet, stroking so deep inside of her that she had absolutely no idea where he left off and she began. Bright light burst behind her closed eye lids as he stroked her over and over. The sound of them together, the feel of him grinding into her now with every upward thrust of his hips and downward shift of hers had her nails digging into his thighs.
God he felt so good...
He sat up fully, slinging an arm diagonally across her chest as he pulled her back flush against his chest. His lips found her ear, his breath tickling against her flesh as he spoke.
"Do you know how badly I want to cum inside you, belle?"
Holy shit...She found that strangely...erotic and apparently, her body betrayed her as it tightened around him in response to his words.
"You like that idea, bebe? Me cumming deep inside you?"
Amanda nearly screamed when she felt him reach around her with his other arm, his middle finger seeking out that bundle of nerves that would put her over the edge.
"Answer me, Amanda." He growled lowly. The vibration of it combined with his relentless thrusts and circling finger had her screaming her answer.
"God yes!"
He shuddered against her. "Do you want me to?" He asked softly, his lips trailing a path of fire along the pulse beating rapidly in her throat.
"Yes, Lau, please."
It was as if her verbal permission opened a further connection between them. She suddenly felt his pleasure as if it were her own, just as she knew that he could now feel hers. They both growled in unison, the sound inhuman and yet remained erotic. She felt him slide deeper, burying himself fully to the hilt as deep inside of her as he could go. The thrust stopped, instead he shifted his hips, grinding himself so deep in her that she swore it made her go blind for a split second. Between one breath and the next, she was coming apart at the seams. Hey body trembled, tightening around him like a vise. The flood of her release as it surrounded him, was the trigger for his own and he pressed himself that last tiny bit he needed. His release rocketed through him and into her, filling her completely. The first tremor of his orgasm made him bite down on her flesh where her neck met her shoulder. He tasted blood and knew that he had Marked her. Something he hadn't actually planned on doing until later tonight when she was able to Mark him in return but his instinct had guided him. At least now everyone in the Pack would know she belonged to him.
The feel of him releasing his pleasure inside of her was enough to make her crazy. Her nails dug into his thighs, drawing thin rivulets of blood from his skin. She slumped against the steering wheel for a moment, attempting to regain her breath and the use of her body. When she was certain she would be able to move, Amanda made her way back over to the passenger side as Laurent repositioned himself. She tugged her panties and yoga pants back on, wiggling into them with relative ease. She sat back in her seat, a smirk tugging at a corner of her mouth.
"You are insatiable, Laurent." She commented with a chuckle, pulling the seat belt cross her. Before it clicked into place, his hand was on hers and he leaned towards her to claim her lips in a passionate, tender kiss. He kissed her as if he wanted to devour her.
"Mmm, only for you, belle."
She snorted faintly in lieu of laughter. "Better be only for me. Otherwise I'll have to start beating wholesale ass."
He burst out laughing. Though Amanda was only five foot one, what she lacked in height, she made up for as a fighter. That woman backed down from no one, not even him. How many times had she stood nose-to-nose with him in an arguement? No matter who had been right or wrong, she was determined to at least make him see things from her point of view.
"I have no doubt about that, bebe." He sat back in the driver's seat, readjusting everything before pulling back onto the road. "Inside the glove box are some tissues. There is still blood oozing from your neck."
Amanda leaned forward and popped open the glove box. Sure enough, there was a small pack of tissues. She pulled two out of the pack before replacing it and shutting the glove box.
"Well, if someone didn't get so carried away, I wouldn't be bleeding."
"Mmm, you enjoyed it belle. There's no denying it with how hard you came."
Okay, he had a point...
"I couldn't quite Mark you back, Lau." She mumbled with a frown between her eyes.
He glanced towards her, reaching out and rubbing her forehead with his finger to ease the frown. "Don't worry about it, bebe. You can Mark me whenever you're ready. I'm not rushing you."
She sighed softly, but sat back against the seat as she placed the tissues firmly against the wound. She already knew that it was healing, she could feel the skin reknitting itself, making it itch something fierce. Any injury inflicted by another Werewolf always scarred, but this was one scar she was proud to wear.
"Did Larry ever Mark me?" Amanda wondered out loud. "I don't believe I have any old scars."
Surprise had Laurent going silent for a moment. This was news to him. He had automatically assumed that his brother had Marked her, but now that he thought about it, he didn't remember seeing any Marks on her either.
"I don't know, belle. I don't remember seeing any on you either."
If he was supposed to be married to her, why wouldn't he have Marked her? Another question with no answer. Perhaps he would ask Sparrow once they got to the Gathering.