A Virgin for the Wolf (5 page)

His breathing slowed a little, he was trying to calm
himself down. When at last he seemed under control he spoke to her,
“Ellie, I want you, and I want this to be wonderful for you, I
swear I will take it slow, but I am fighting for control.”

She stroked his hair with her hand. “I understand,
and I trust you, Nat, I really do.”

He leaned down and kissed her gently, and then his
fingers began to undo the buttons of her dress, revealing the flesh
of her breasts for the first time. Each inch had to be stroked and
kissed, his fingers undoing the buttons until her bra and panties
were exposed.

With strong capable hands he sat her up and pushed
the dress from her shoulders, and then he reached behind her and
unclasped her bra. As her ample breasts were freed she felt a
moment of embarrassment, here was this rich, handsome man, who
could have any woman he wanted, looking at her voluptuous body. It
was the first time any man had seen her naked, but the look in his
strange eyes made her feel as though it would not matter what she
looked like.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,”
he told her before leaning forward and taking her nipple in his
mouth.

Her whole body went into shock; nothing had ever felt
like this, the sensation a mixture of exquisite pleasure and pain.
He sucked and licked her nipple until it was a hardened peak, then
he rolled his tongue over it. When she thought she could stand it
no longer he switched to the other one and the wonderful torture
began again.

Heat built up in her body, her sex became wet, and
her clit throbbed with need. All she could think of was how it
would feel for him place his mouth there. Her hands curled into his
hair, holding his head against her as he carried on taking pleasure
in her body.

If she thought this was good, the feel of his fingers
working their way down her body and then brushing her thigh made
her anticipate so much more. He did not make her wait long to find
out what it was like to be touched by a man in her most intimate
place. Lightly at first he touched her, his fingers brushing her
clit and sliding back along the length of her sex. Even through the
fabric of her panties the sensation made her tremble with
excitement, she knew how wet she was and now he would know it too.
There was no disguising how much she wanted him, her body had told
him everything he needed to know.

With a groan of pent up desire his fingers hooked
around the elastic of her panties, she thought he was going to pull
them down for her to step out of but instead he tore them away from
her body, leaving them shredded as though they were made from
paper.

Now he had full access to every part of her, he set
about making her come for him. His finger stroked her sex, pushing
a little inside before pulling back to slide them, now wet with her
own juices, back over her clit. She whimpered with need, and so he
pushed a little deeper until he found the barrier of her
innocence.

The knowledge that she truly was a virgin seemed to
slow him down. He knelt on the floor by the side of the bed and
then pulled her gently towards him so her legs dangled over the
side. He positioned himself between her parted legs, taking a
leisurely look at her swollen sex before kissing the inside of her
thighs.

Moving as though they had all the time in the world
he closed in on his prize, taking pleasure from her gasp of shock
when his mouth finally covered her clit for the first time. Sucking
and licking her he began to release the wild animal in her. She
cried out when his thumb brushed along her slit and then dipped
inside, the thickness of it filling her throbbing sex.

He did not break her; instead he made her come with
his mouth, only penetrating her a little. Her world exploded for
the first time, his tongue flicking over her clit and his thumb
pushing in and out of her entrance. Ellie’s sex throbbed,
contracting and releasing over and over while he diligently
continued to drag every last spasm from her body.

***

When the throbbing subsided she lay breathless before
him, Nat still kneeling before her as though she were the altar at
which he worshipped. Kissing her thighs again he raised himself up
and looked down at her. Ellie’s eyes filed with wonder as he began
to undress.

First he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it slide off
his arms revealing the toned muscles of a man who was in his prime.
His stomach was what she would imagine they meant when describing
washboard abs, his skin rippling across it as he moved.

Her mouth almost watered in anticipation when he
turned his fingers to the belt on his pants, pulling the leather so
the buckle undid, and then pulling it apart. Soon his pants were
sliding to the floor to join the rest of his clothes, and he stood
proud and erect in front of her.

Her eyes were drawn to his cock, they widened at the
sheer size and girth of him. She could not comprehend how he would
fit inside of her without it hurting. Yet she had to know, more
than anything she needed to know what it was like to be taken by
this virile man.

Bravely she sat up and reached out her hand to touch
him. He closed his eyes and swayed slightly when her fingers closed
around his rigid length. It felt so different, hard and yet the
skin moved as she slid her hand up and down it.

She lost herself in the feel of him, so she was
unprepared when his control broke and he pushed her onto her back
and moved between her thighs. His fingers massaged her sex, rougher
than before, and then he held himself and guided his cock towards
her entrance.

The head of it brushed against her, he teased her,
and she could see the strain on his face, the effort it was taking
for him not to simply plunge straight into her. Slowly, he pushed
against her sex, the head of his cock sliding against her outer
lips. The fear of his size passed, now all she wanted was for him
to penetrate her.

Inch by careful inch he moved forward, her body
yielding for him. His cock slid inside her, stretching her, she
could feel every movement he made, because gripped him so tightly.
Although she was wet and ready for him it still hurt, a stinging
followed by a sharp pain when he broke her innocence.

She tried not to cry, but a tear rolled down her face
which he saw and licked away. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his body
stilled, but he did not pull out.

Her breathing came in gasps, the pain slowly eased
and she was instead gripped with a need for him to continue, to
make her his. Unable to trust her voice she wrapped her arms around
him, and urged him to carry on.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered, throwing her head back in a
silent cry when he pushed deeper into her.

The pain turned to a pleasure so much more than she
had ever imagined. He pushed hard into her until he had impaled her
completely, and then he slid back out, the friction of their bodies
stimulating her nerve endings.

Her hands were still wrapped around him and she could
feel the tension in his body, he was still holding back, trying not
to be too rough with her. In and out he thrust, each time making
her reach higher until the crest of her orgasm was so close. Her
own body seemed to be a confusion of feelings and emotions that
were so new to her she had no way of dealing with them.

His thrusts grew harder, more urgent, but she
struggled to crest the peak of pleasure, unable to simply let
herself go. He plunged hard into her, and all at once Nat was
filling her with his seed, he cried out, unable to control himself
any longer, the wait had been too long.

Yet instinctively he knew she was wanting, and he
could not let that happen when it was her first time.

Balancing on one elbow he wrapped his strong hand
around her breast and ran his thumb over her nipple. The feelings
in her body began to grow, and as he jerked hard into her he
lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, rolling his
tongue over it. She arched her back, offering herself to him, and
he rewarded her by grazing his teeth over the hard little bud.

Suddenly her climax was upon her, and the tight
muscles of her sex gripped him and pulsed around his cock as he
spurted his seed deep inside her.

It was like a chain reaction, one she could not now
stop even if she wanted too. Nat strained to be inside her as deep
as he could, and Ellie felt his need and lifted her hips to push
onto him.

The change in angle caused her clit to brush against
his body and the feeling of the throbbing bundle of nerves
connected with the pleasure signals his mouth drew from her
breasts.

Her voice mingled with his, she cried out her
pleasure, their mating now complete. If she had ever doubted him,
then these feelings were now firmly in the past. Even in the throes
of passion he had been considerate to her needs, and now in the
afterglow of their lovemaking he kissed her tenderly and whispered
things she had never thought to hear. For the first time ever she
felt truly loved.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his breathing still
ragged and his face full of concern.

“It was nothing, and it soon passed,” she answered,
the feeling of discomfort now a distant memory.

“I’m so sorry; I lost control for a moment.” He
looked so guilty her heart contracted in pain, and love.

“It was worth it, for the end bit,” she said
blushing. “I hope I’ll get better at this and learn to please you
more.”

He kissed her fiercely, and then pulled back, holding
her face between his large hands so she had to look straight into
his eyes.

“You are perfect the way you are, I have never felt
this way about anyone, and I never will. You must believe me, I
love your innocence.” He kissed her again, this time more
passionately, and she felt the first flicker of desire again.

She stroked his back and marvelled at the suppleness
and strength of his body. Wrapping her legs around him she hoped to
encourage him to make love to her again, because she was too shy to
ask.

He laughed, a deep throaty sound. “All in good time,
my love. First I have something I want to show you, I think it is
only fair that you know what you are getting when you agree to be
my mate.”

He pulled her off the bed and, although she tried to
wrap the sheet around her body, made her walk with him naked into
the garden. There a light breeze caressed her body, heightening her
need to be touched by him. However Nat resisted her and pulled
away, leaving her standing alone in the cool night air.

“I have tried to tell you that I am different, and
that you are my true mate. But I can’t explain how different I am,
I can only show you,” he said, for once looking very nervous.
“Please keep an open mind, and don’t be scared, I can never hurt
you. On the contrary, I can only protect and honour you.”

“Nat, whatever it is, you don’t have to show me, I am
willing to be your mistress, no matter what.” Ellie said, feeling a
wave of trepidation rush over her.

Whatever he showed her seemed pretty serious, and
there would be no taking it back once she knew his secret. Part of
her didn’t want to know because she didn’t want this evening to be
spoiled.

“It’s important to me that you know, and I think you
will agree once you see me...differently.”

“Nat, please.”

“Just keep an open mind, and don’t be scared.”

With that he ran away from her to the other side of
the garden, and then he turned and faced her. While she watched,
his eyes took on the strange glow she had seen while they made
love, and then he shimmered, as though he had gone out of focus to
her eyes. There was a swirling of colours, and for a few moments
she could not make out the shape of him.

Slowly her eyes began to focus again, but she had to
blink a couple of times because something was wrong. The shape
before her was no longer human, instead a large dog like creature
stood in the place where Nat had been.

Ellie looked around, feeling completely vulnerable,
Nat had obviously played a trick on her, and he couldn’t have done
it alone. Which meant she was standing here, completely naked in a
billionaire's garden, while being laughed at by god knows how many
people.

She turned to run back to the house, tears of shame
running down her face. Then she heard the sound of something
running towards her, and turning back she saw the creature was not
a dog, it was a wolf, and it was about to catch up with her.

Stumbling she fell to the floor, the large russet
brown wolf towering over her, she wanted to scream, but the sound
would not come out. This was it, she was going to get eaten by a
wild animal, and all she could think of was what would happen to
Tom.

“Please,” she said, looking into the eyes of the
creature and knowing he could not understand her.

Then, as she looked, she felt that same connection,
and the realisation that this was Nathaniel Greystone’s secret. For
a moment she could not breathe and the world seemed to close in on
her. This could not be real; things like this did not exist in the
normal world. Yet nothing that had happened seemed real since she
met Nat yesterday.

Yesterday? Such a short time ago, but it seemed like
forever. This was why he was different, and this was why he offered
her everything that was his. Wolves mate for life, which was why he
had been searching for his true mate. Now it all made sense, he did
not pick her because of what she looked like, or how much money she
had. He had no say in it, and neither did she.

Reaching up with a shaking hand she ran her fingers
through the thick soft hair of the wolf. She heard him sigh; relief
seemed to flow from him. He must have had some doubts that she
would not accept him for what he truly was.