Authors: Stephanie Summers
She writhed and bucked her hips as she screamed out in pleasure. Pressure began deep inside her, building until she couldn’t hold back anymore.
Shockwaves radiated outward from her center as her whole body stiffened. She pushed him away. The pleasure was too much to handle anymore. Her sex was sensitive to the touch, and the thought of him touching her again was too much.
He laid beside her, brushing her hair out of her face. The curve of her lips drew him in, and he kissed her again. His hand slid down her belly toward her throbbing clit.
“No, not yet.” She grabbed his hand.
“You didn’t enjoy it?” He looked at her quizzically.
“Fuck yeah, I did, but it’s so sensitive it’s almost sore.”
“I have the cure for that.”
“Oh, yeah? Show me.”
He stood and pushed the kilt to the ground, freeing his erect cock. It stood straight out as he began to rub it from the base of the shaft to the tip of the head and back.
“How’s that going to help me?” She asked coyly.
“Your pussy needs to be filled up. That’s why it feels the way it does. You’re aching for my dick.”
He positioned himself on his knees between her legs, but she sat up unexpectedly. Her tits bumped against his cock as she wet her lips. She took him in her hand and gently tapped it against her tongue. “Need to get it good and wet, don’t we?”
“You’re plenty wet for me already, but the wetter the better.”
She cupped his balls and plunged her mouth down around the velvety flesh of his manhood, sucking as she worked him up and down. Her hands moved around his body to grab his ass. Savoring the taste of him, she took him into her mouth as far as she could.
Strong hands gripped her shoulders and guided her backwards. She laid down on the bed and spread her legs for him. Positioning himself between her thighs, he peered down into her eyes.
“Wait!” Placing her hands on his chest, she gently pushed him away.
“Do you want to stop, Little Angel?”
“No. We need a condom.”
He laughed until his body shook and pressed his forehead against hers. “I don’t have one. You?”
“Uh, no.”
“I told you I don’t see many women out here.”
“It seems we’ve found ourselves in a frustrating predicament.”
“Maybe not. I can’t get you pregnant, and I haven’t been with a woman in years. I’m clean.”
“Yeah, right. I don’t believe that for a second.”
“It’s true. I’m a werebear. I can only get a female werebear pregnant.”
“If you’re lying, I’ll kill you.”
Nestling himself between her thighs, he responded. “Fair enough.” He hesitated just at her entrance and teased her by rubbing his cock against her clit.
The sensation of him against her made her gasp. “Please,” she whimpered, “fuck me now.”
Thrusting himself into her, he kissed all over the areas of her body he could reach as he pumped into her, slowly at first.
Electricity popped and zinged at every point their bodies touched. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Gripping his face, she forced him to press his lips against hers. Their tongues danced with one another… exploring and tasting.
Their bodies moved in unison like a choreographed dance. She clung to his back and tilted her hips to meet every thrust he gave her. Her pussy tightened around his cock as he filled her up.
His hand slapped hard against the headboard and gripped the top of it as he gained speed. The pleasure she felt was nothing like anything she’d ever experienced. Ryder was a real man that put the others before him to shame.
He embraced Seraphina and rolled them over. He massaged her breasts and sat up to take a nipple in between his teeth as his hands made their way around to the small of her back. She moaned and breathed heavily, chest heaving.
She rode his cock slowly and seductively. Her hips moved, alternating speed and direction. His arms held her close as she began to bounce on his cock. Her pussy clamped around him, gripping him tightly.
As she gained speed, the familiar pressure of pleasure began to build inside her once more. She rode him faster and harder until she came again.
He picked her up and plopped her to her back before she had time to recover, and quickly flipped her over. He pulled her hips up to him, forcing her onto her hands and knees, and entered her from behind.
He held her hips firmly as he pounded into her silky moist heat. Salty sweat dripped in tiny beads from his chin onto her back. Grasping the sheet, she held on as waves of pleasure continued to ripple through her.
He groaned as he gained speed and bent against her back, arms holding her waist. He came hard inside of her as his body shuddered.
Letting go of the sheet, she collapsed to the bed with him on top of her.
* * *
Seraphina awoke hours later to a loud banging at the door. She sat up and clutched the sheet to her breast, covering her naked body.
Ryder pulled on a pair of jeans and opened the door, blocking anyone from seeing her.
“You killed him, didn’t you, you sonofabitch?” The man stepped toward Ryder. His hands fisted at his side.
“He attacked me. I told you what would happen next time any of you fucked with me.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the frame of the door, the bulk of his body still shielding her from the man outside.
“Did he attack you or are you hiding someone in there?”
“I have nothing to hide.”
“Really? You didn’t see the girl he was tracking? Yea tall,” the man held up his hand to his chest, “petite build, light hair, most likely came this way?”
“Now that you mention it, yes. I did see someone fitting that description, but I’ve claimed her as my mate, and she’s staying with me.”
“Hand her over, Ryder, she doesn’t belong to you. She belongs to Westerly.”
“Not anymore, she doesn’t.” He stood up as straight as he could and puffed out his chest. Ryder dwarfed the man standing before him in size, but the man didn’t back down.
“Hand her over, and I won’t tell Westerly you killed one of his panthers.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you tell him. If he’s stupid enough to come after me, then so be it. I’ll kill him, too.”
“You’ll fucking regret this. Don’t bother trying to leave because we’re watching.”
Ryder slammed the door in the man’s face and joined Seraphina on the bed. Tears ran down her reddened cheeks as she looked at him.
“I should’ve left while I still could. I can’t go back there!”
“You’re not going back. I promise you that,” he said, pulling her to his chest.
Wiping tears away, she spoke. “Wait…” She pushed herself out of his arms and looked up at him. “What was that ‘mate’ shit you were saying? I got myself out of one hell just to be trapped in another?” Grabbing her dress from the side of the bed, she slipped it over her head.
“It wouldn’t be hell I assure you. I only said that so they would know I was serious, though, I must say, I wouldn’t mind it if you were my mate. I’d worship you and your body daily.”
“That does sound tempting, but how the fuck am I going to get out of this without being caught.”
“Follow me.”
Seraphina slipped her feet into her sandals. Ryder took her hand and led her to a wall that had a large tapestry hanging across it. He pulled back the corner to reveal a secret door.
“We’ll get you to safety through here.”
She nodded and followed him into the darkness. A moment later he had a lantern lit. It illuminated a long tunnel that sloped downwards. The space they had to maneuver was narrow and not quite tall enough for Ryder to stand up straight. He walked hunched over in front of her.
“Are you alright? This goes for about a mile.”
“I’m better off than I would be going back to Mr. Westerly’s.”
They walked and walked and just as she thought she couldn’t go any further, she spotted a light just ahead of them. The tunnel opened up behind a waterfall.
“It’s beautiful,” she said as she marveled at the sight of the water rushing before her.
“It is.” He turned and kissed her deeply. His heart pounded in his chest from not wanting to leave her. “Now when you get to the other side of the falls, keep the stream to your left and head straight into the city.”
“You’re not coming with me? What if they catch me?”
“You’ll be fine. It’s only another mile or so. When you get to the edge of town, look for Brook Avenue. Go to the tallest building on Brook; its address is 2214.” Grabbing a set of keys out of his pocket, he held them out to her. “Take this key and open the front door to the building. Take this other key and open apartment 1436 on the fourth floor.” He tucked the key ring snugly into her palm and kissed the back of her hand. “You’ll be safe there.”
“Will I see you again?”
“Soon, I promise. Stay there until I come for you.”
She nodded and shimmied against the wall around to the side of the falls. Darting out into the forest, she ran as fast as she could until she reached the edge of town. Remembering his instructions, she made her way to the apartment.
Both keys unlocked the doors effortlessly. Nerves shot through her body. What or who would she find once she got inside?
Cautiously pushing the door open, she stepped inside and closed it behind her.
The apartment before her was large and modern with very few pieces of furniture. In fact, the living room only had a black leather couch and matching chair. The dining room was empty, save for some modern pieces of art adorning the walls.
“Hello?” She called out cautiously, and walked down a short hallway where a bedroom was situated. The bed was large with a plush hunter green comforter.
Exhausted from the run, she flopped down on the bed while she contemplated what to do next. Her head lolled to the side, and she caught sight of a large bathroom attached to the bedroom.
Shower it is.
Slipping the dress up over her head, she tossed it to the floor and turned on the water in the shower. It heated quickly. Steam began to rise and fog up the mirrors.
A hot shower was a luxury she hadn’t been given during her time at Westerly’s. The water was piss warm at best when she was allowed to bathe at all.
The water cascaded over her body as she relished the heat and cleanliness. Her eyes closed as the shower beat gently across her skin. Flashes of Ryder raced through her mind, arousing her body.
She turned to let the water flow over her back. Imagining her hands belonged to Ryder, the slid over her curves.
I’m so fucking drawn to him. Why? I just met him. Never in my life have I had sex - mind-blowing, life-altering sex – with someone so fast.
Her fingers found their way to her moist folds.
She spread herself and turned. The water fell like thousands of tiny tongues over her clit as she leaned back and pushed her hips forward. Ryder’s kisses haunted her skin. She could almost feel him entering her as she rubbed herself. Hard and fast, an orgasm erupted from her pussy, rocking her to the core. She screamed out and leaned against the wall.
* * *
Hours had passed since she’d found her way into the foreign apartment. Ryder hadn’t found her yet, and she was starting to get hungry. With no money and no food in the fridge, she began to worry about her growling stomach.
She had to lay low and couldn’t risk going out to find food anyway. Most people she knew in town probably thought she’d moved away, and those who knew what truly happened to her might turn her over to the Westerly’s.
An audible click echoed through the living room where she’d perched herself on the couch. Her body stiffened and her heart thudded rapidly, echoing in her ears. The door opened slowly, and in walked Ryder, carrying two bags in one hand. She jumped up and ran to him.
“I’m glad you found the place, Little Angel.” His free arm slid around her body and hugged her tight.
“I was terrified… and hungry.” She laughed and pressed her cheek against his chest.
He pulled a frozen pizza out of one bag and headed toward the kitchen. “I’ve got you covered. I hope you like pizza.”
“I haven’t had pizza since before…” Her voice trailed off as the memories crashed into her.
“Here. This is for you.” He turned and handed her one of the bags.
A pile of clothes filled it up and she smiled at his kindness. “How did you know what size to get?”
“I guessed. Hope you like them. Give me that dress once you change.”
Hurrying into the bathroom, she dumped the clothes out onto the counter. There were so many to choose from. He’d bought at least five complete outfits along with panties and socks. A pair of denim capris and a purple short sleeved shirt clung to her curves perfectly. She picked up the dress and met Ryder in the living room.
“Here.”
Ryder took the dress from her hands and motioned for her to follow him. He opened a set of French doors that led to a large balcony overlooking the city. A stone fireplace sat off to one side. He grabbed some matches that were stored in a little cabinet beside the fireplace and got a fire burning in no time. The dress went up in flames shortly after he tossed it in.
“The dress is gone now, but is it alright if I still call you my Little Angel?”
“It’s growing on me.” Stroking his hair, she pressed her body against his. “I’m starving, but I want you to fuck me so bad.”
He arched his brow and smiled a crooked grin at her. “We should get you fed soon, shouldn’t we?”
They went back inside to the kitchen where they waited for the oven to preheat. Ryder slid the pizza into the oven once it was hot enough. The spicy smell of the sauce permeated the air, making her stomach rumble. Seraphina’s mouth watered as she thought of how good it was going to taste.
They went back into the living room and sat down beside each other on the couch. “Whose place is this anyway?” Seraphina asked.
“Mine.”
“I thought you lived in that cabin.”
“I do most of the time. I have this place for when I need use of more modern conveniences. I used to live here all the time and only went out to the woods every other weekend or so.”
“What made you decide to live there instead of here?”