Authors: Celeste Anwar
Relief flooded her when he moved lower, but it
was short lived. She felt his fingers stroking the hair on her mound, parting
her nether lips. The hard, vibrating plastic skated over her clit, sending a
sizzling jolt through her. She caught her breath, held it, squeezed her eyes
shut.
None of it made any difference, not the low
pitched whine the thing made, not the foreign feel of it against her. Her
belly began to tighten with the stimulation. A knot of need rose in her
throat. Moisture gathered in her channel, dampened her cleft.
He stroked a finger along her cleft, gathering
moisture on the tip.
She refused to look at him when she sensed he’d
lifted his head to study her.
She let out a short gasp as he finally moved the
vibrator from her clit. He traced it along her cleft and began to slowly push
it up inside of her. She clenched her muscles instinctively, trying to resist,
but the moisture and his insistent pressure triumphed. Heat and tension grew
steadily as he thrust it in and out of her, stroking her g-spot until she found
she could no longer be still, until her hips began to move with him of their
own accord and she was dizzy with trying to hold her reaction inside.
He removed it slowly, slipping it back along her
cleft and moving it in a teasing circle around her clit until she could no
longer control the little pants of breath from the accelerated beating of her
heart and her laboring lungs.
She wasn’t even aware of the point when she
passed beyond resistance to the point where she began to struggle to reach
release.
When he stopped, removing the vibrator and laying
it on the bed beside her, she was too surprised to realize what his intent was
at first.
She was still trying to figure it out when he got
up abruptly and left the room.
She stared at the door without comprehension, her
body still sizzling with unfulfilled desire.
Slowly, it dawned on her that he’d achieved his
goal. He’d taken her right up to the point where she was so close to release
she thought she’d die if she didn’t get it, and then he’d left her.
Just as they had done to him over and over until
he was practically a raving maniac.
“Oh god!” she murmured.
She had over an hour to contemplate her situation
before he returned. An hour for her body to finally cool and stop throbbing
with need. She’d had just enough time to think he was wrong in believing he
could torment her like this. It wasn’t something she couldn’t handle.
Not that she could tell him what he wanted to
know even if she could, but she knew of no way to convince him of it.
His face was grim when he came back,
determination in every line of his body.
Anxiety immediately assailed her.
He sprawled out on his side on the bed beside
her, studying her body as if it was a problem he had to figure out. It didn’t
take him long to figure it out though. He began to stroke his fingers lightly
over her from her neck to her groin, never touching a single erogenous zone,
but passing teasingly close. By the time he’d stroked his fingers along her
body once, her nerves were already taut. Heat had blossomed inside her belly.
Every nerve ending on her body seemed to open to him, waiting for the slightest
touch to send a shock wave of pleasure through her.
She held her breath, tried to hold perfectly
still, but the insistent stroking along her skin made her belly quiver. When
at last he traced a circle around her nipples, goose bumps erupted from her
neck down. A shiver went through her as he raked his fingers down along her
belly again.
She sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers
parted her flesh and he stroked her clit. The sound drew his attention and he
transferred his gaze from what he was doing to her face, studying her as he
teased her clit with one finger tip.
She turned her face away, biting her lip,
struggling to control her breathing. For a moment, she managed to focus her
mind away from his touch, staring at the glow of the lamp and the wall beyond
it. Insidiously, her body received the pleasure of his touch, funneling it
through her body and along her nerve endings into her mind until her gaze and
her mind became unfocused and her mind turned to mush. Her eyes slid half
closed as her attention shifted to accepting and capturing the sensations.
She was only dimly aware that he’d leaned closer
until she felt the heated, faintly rough, moisture of his tongue lap against
her clit. A mind numbing shock wave of ecstasy flooded her blood stream like
180 proof liquor. She sucked in a sharp gasp, felt her skin grow taut with
sensation. Her hips rose of their own accord when he lifted his head.
Swallowing with an effort, she turned her head
and met his gaze for a pregnant moment. With great deliberation, he dipped
toward her again. She tensed, dreading his touch and at the same moment
wanting it. An involuntary moan scraped along her throat and escaped as he
closed his lips over her clit and she felt the mind blowing heat and suction of
his mouth. The muscles in her belly went taut, relaxed fractionally and
tightened again, growing steadily more tensed as he continued to tease her.
She rapidly lost all awareness of anything but the pleasurable jolts moving
through her, winding tighter and tighter until, of its own volition, her body
began to writhe with feverish need to find release.
Disappointment flooded her when he stopped.
Lifting his head, he studied her a moment and got off the bed abruptly,
striding from the room.
Her throat closed on the painful need that was
still pounding through her. She dragged in several ragged breaths, willing her
body to cool, to dismiss the urgency to find release. Sluggishly, her body
responded and the need gentled, but she felt like groaning with despair when he
came again.
She lost count of the number of times he returned
to torment her with pleasure. After a few times, her body simply refused to
cool. It remained on edge. As if a fever had descended upon her, she lost all
touch with reality, dreading the caresses he lavished her with almost as much
as she craved them. Each time she felt his mouth and hands move over her, the
tension rose faster and higher, coiling inside of her until she thought she
would die with the need to find release. He seemed to know to a nicety just
how far he could push her without allowing her to find it.
By the time the darkness outside the window began
to lift, she’d begun to wonder if she would lose her mind. Her body was on
fire. She’d stopped even attempting to struggle against enjoying his touch.
As tortuous as it was, she wanted it, needed more.
“Jesse, please,” she murmured when he settled on
the bed and began to caress her again.
“Please what,
chère
?” he growled. “Don’
touch me, you nasty beast?”
She licked her lips, struggling to make sense of
what he’d said. “They showed me the video … when they captured you,” she
managed to gasp as she felt his lips moving along her inner thighs, the
scraping bristle of whiskers against too tender flesh “…to make sure I knew
how dangerous you were.”
He paused, lifted his head to study her.
She licked her lips. “Knowing what you were
capable of, I was too afraid to see beyond that … to look at you any other way
… until….”
He shifted upwards on the bed. Bending one arm
and propping his head in one hand, he stroked his free hand over her breasts,
plucking almost absently at her nipples with his fingers until she had to
struggle to catch her breath for the heated sensations flooding her. “Until?”
he prompted.
“We became lovers.”
He issued a derisive laugh. “No self respecting Lycan
would take a weak minded mortal as a lover. I fucked you,
chère … ‘
cause
I’m an animal and pussy is just pussy to me.”
Erin swallowed with an effort. “It wasn’t just
fucking. You wanted me--none of the others. You wanted to kiss me.”
His gaze zeroed in on her lips. Her lips tingled
at the touch of his gaze. Her throat closed with the thirst to taste him.
“To assert dominance,
chère, ‘
cause I
could see you hated the idea of kissing a beast.”
“I didn’t hate it. I wanted it. I still want
you. Don’t … torture me anymore. Make love to me. I need to feel you inside
of me. It’s been so long, Jesse. Please.”
His eyes narrowed. She saw both desire and anger
glittering in his eyes. Lifting his head from his hand, he leaned toward her.
She stiffened as his dark head descended toward her breasts, holding her
breath. Desire and need rushed through her as he nipped at the inner side of
first one breast and then the other. She let out a ragged gasp as he moved
lower, feeling frustration surface--and boiling need that was as corrosive as
acid as it flowed through her blood.
She jerked all over when his mouth settled over
her clit, the heat and nudge of his tongue instantly driving her to
mindlessness. She knew, though, that he hadn’t listened, or believed, anything
she’d said. He wouldn’t give her what she needed. Her throat closed, this
time with frustration. Without even realizing it, she began to weep. “Please,
Jesse,” she gasped softly.
“Tell me what I want to know,” he murmured after
a moment, ceasing to tease her clit and nipping at the sensitive flesh of her
inner thigh.
“I don’t know!” she almost wailed. “I came to
find him!”
He shifted upward until his face hovered just
above hers. His ragged breaths fanned against her lips, making her mouth go
dry. She met his gaze. “I need you,” she whispered hopelessly.
His expression went taut. He seemed to struggle
with his own desire for several heartbeats and then he trapped her lips beneath
his in a kiss that was almost as punishing as it was devastating to her
senses. Her mind reeled. So much passion curled around and through her as she
felt the raw hunger in him that darkness skated the fringes of her mind.
She kissed him back with fevered need, struggling
against her bonds to hold him closer.
She felt a painful tug on her wrists and then her
arms, numb and useless, dropped to the bed. Grasping her around the waist, he
dragged her down the bed until her knees bent and his hips were cradled between
her thighs. She gasped when she felt his erection pressing against her cleft
almost bruisingly.
“You lose,
chère
,” he growled against her
throat as he broke the kiss and fumbled with the fastening of his jeans,
wreaking havoc with her senses as he gnawed love bites along her throat and
shoulder.
Mindless with need, she arched against him, thwarting
his efforts to free his distended flesh for many moments, frustrating both of
them. At last, she felt his silken skin plow along her cleft, gathering the
moisture of her need. She tilted her hips eagerly, trying to align her body
with his. A groan that was part frustration, part relief escaped her as she
felt his cock head penetrate her, begin to spread her flesh.
She’d forgotten how tightly he filled her, how
glorious it was to feel his hard flesh fisted within her channel. Impatient to
feel him fully, she lifted up to meet his probing thrusts. She heard him
grinding his teeth as he fought for control, felt moisture pop from his pores.
He hesitated for a long moment when he had
finally worked his hard flesh deeply inside of her. Uttering a groan, he lifted
slightly away from her, nuzzling his face along her neck and then winding his
way downward with love bites that made goose bumps of keen sensation chase
along her flesh.
The love bite he placed on the inner slope of her
breast sent a wild combination of pain and fiery need through her. She cried
out, feeling her body thundering toward completion as he began to move in slow
cadence, thrusting deeply and then retreating with exquisite deliberation that
had her panting for breath, struggling against him to urge him to move faster.
She was so caught up in achieving the bliss her
body was striving toward, she scarcely noticed the path of his lips until they
fastened over one nipple. Alarm rushed through her instantly. “No!” she
gasped.
Even as she cried out in panic, she felt the
rush, though, as her milk glands expanded and filled.
He released her nipple abruptly. Jerking away
from her, he stared down at her nipple for a long moment, too stunned for the
implications to sink into his mind for many moments.
As the realization sank into him, he lifted his
head and caught her gaze.