“Is that all you want, little cat? Tell the truth, you want your pants around your ankles and my cock deep inside you, thrusting hard until you come. I can make it good for you, even here in this dark, smelly alley. You’ll be begging me to do it again. Is that what you want, Kitten?” His voice was deep, husky, and filled with sensual promise.
“Oh, Goddess!” She was so close already. His words should have been a cold slap of reality, but they only made her want more. She wanted to feel the bulge within his pants inside her where the ache was becoming pain. She’d never wanted any man to touch her like this, never let anyone make her feel like this. “Please...please...” She leaned her head forward and bit his lower lip gently. His quick intake of air made her smile. He wanted her naked just as much as she wanted to be naked against him.
“Damn it.” His hands released her as he pulled back to drop her onto her feet. He captured her disappointed cry in his mouth as he tugged the waistband of her pants. The chilly air of an early spring night made her shiver as her lower body was suddenly exposed. He cupped her moist mound with his big, warm hand, effectively negating the cold.
“Oh...” She looked up at him with wide eyes as he slid his fingers through her lower lips to press against the little bundle of nerves. She reflexively dug her long nails into his big shoulders when he flicked a fingertip against her clit in a circular motion of pure pleasure. She was gasping with the rush of sensations spreading through her body from the teasing caress.
Reginald nipped her neck again as he moved he devilish fingers closer toward the edge of her opening. Allison closed her eyes as a momentary bout of embarrassing shame made her want to hide far away from the intensity in his deep blue gaze. She was Allison Carver, solitary Witch, outcast of her Coven, and a wanted woman. She was not a shameless hussy who let just any male drop her pants in a back alley. Was she? Her eyes flew open to meet his smile as he dipped a finger inside her.
“I’m big, even for a Wolf, Kitten. I have to make you ready.” He slipped the second finger inside her. “Damn, you’re too tight.” His jaw clenched as he started to remove his hand. Allison knew in her soul that if he stopped now, she’d regret it to her dying day and beyond. She’d learned to grab life’s experiences as they became available. She never turned from the possibility of pleasure or happiness, for she didn’t know when her time would run out. This was no different. Finding courage in her fear she thrust against his hand, inviting his touch deeper inside her heat. Allison moved her hands down and under his T-shirt to stroke up his sides. Her nails lightly scored his flesh just enough to send a shiver of lust through him.
Reginald froze, obviously surprised by her brazen action. A small, mischievous smile arched her lips as her gaze dropped to his partially opened mouth. She thought he was fully aroused, but her look and the feel of her sharp nails against his sides made his cock strain harder against her.
He worked his fingers inside her with a smooth glide that had Allison gasping as she wrapped her arms around his neck to hang on to reality. She’d never felt anything like it. Pleasure so intense it was almost painful as he eased another finger inside her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as his thumb grazed her clit once more. There it was; heaven shimmered over her entire body as she cried out against his chest. Her knees buckled as her orgasm took her. She would have melted to the dirty asphalt if his hands hadn’t held her up with his fingers still rocking in and out of her body.
“My turn, Kitten.” His deep voice barely registered as she felt his fingers leave her open and wet. She tried to catch her breath, shook her head to clear it of the pleasure still rippling through her sex. Her body still vibrated with the aftermath, even though she felt an achy pain where his fingers had spread her open for the first time.
Allison’s eyes widened in alarm as Reginald’s big hands suddenly gripped her naked buttocks and lifted her higher against the wall. She only had time to gasp as he fitted the head of his shaft against her opening. “Wait!” She cried out as he pushed forward, spearing his thick cock deep inside her body. She felt herself tear as the wide head of him entered her tight sheath.
“Lord love a Wolf!” Reginald groaned through gritted teeth as he thrust deeper.
“You’re too big. It hurts.” She whimpered softly against his ear. He growled deeply as his body froze against her.
“Why didn’t you stop me?” He clenched her bottom, the veins in his neck bulging with his effort to remain still within her. “Damn it!”
“Just give me a second.” Allison closed her eyes and took a deep breath to push past the pain. It felt odd having him buried inside her like that. His wide cock felt huge as it lay within her body. She tilted her hips a little, and it moved within her. “Hmm...” She heard the growl deep within his chest as her little wiggle pushed him a little deeper.
“You have to stay still, or I’m going to have to move,” he ground out between his teeth. Allison thrilled at her power. She had a powerful Wolf, the
Alpha
Wolf, straining at his leash from taking her. All she had to do was tell him to stop and she knew he’d pull out and torture himself with the same need she’d felt only moments ago. Was it harder for a male...for a full-blooded Wolf? She didn’t know, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to find out. The familiar need was building within her now. Past the pain was a pleasure she had only glimpsed. A pleasure she might only have one shot at experiencing. Wasn’t her promise to herself to take what pleasure she could get before her time ran out?
“Come for me, Wolf.” Allison thrust her hands in the silky strands of his sweat-dampened hair as she bit down on his earlobe. She grinned as he sent up a prayer of thanks and surged forward. She thought he was as deep as he could go. She’d been sorely mistaken. The head of his cock speared right up against the opening of her womb, impossibly deep and wide. She held on as he assaulted her body with slow, controlled thrusts.
***
Reginald gritted his teeth to keep from pounding into her tight channel as he needed to do. He’d been wrong about her level of experience. Hell, he’d nearly had a stroke when he felt her tense up in pain. Never in his life had he hurt a female during mating. It was heaven and hell to be sinking so slowly within her moist depths, but he didn’t want to hurt her, wanted to feel her come before he let himself reach for his own pleasure. The little minx sensed his reserve. Her nails dug into his shoulders once more.
“Let go. More.” Her gasped pleas had him on the edge of giving her the ride he’d give an experienced woman. She didn’t know what she was asking for. She couldn’t know. “Damn it. I need it harder.” She bit down on the crook of his neck. Her sharp little teeth breaking the skin with her demand as her legs, again, wrapped around his hips. He sank deeper, yet with the new angle. He groaned and reared his head back to glare into her lust-filled eyes.
“You asked for it, damn it.” He pulled almost all of way out of her and slammed forward. The sensitive head of his cock breached her womb roughly. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open on a soundless gasp. He pulled back and thrust again. Her gasps of pleasure urging him on as he rode her hard and fast. His eyes never left her amber gaze as he pushed them closer to the fall.
Reginald saw the surprised pleasure shining in the amber cat’s eyes an instant before he shut his own eyes and shoved his head deep into her neck. His body lodged deep inside her where she was rippling with her pleasure. Her intoxicating, womanly scent made it impossible for him to stop as he flicked at the sweet flesh of her shoulder with his tongue. He was powerless to keep his Wolf back as it lunged forward, a primal growl of triumph echoed through the empty alley as he opened his mouth, and bit down on the tender flesh of her neck.
It was a bite of possession, as old as time and deeply ingrained in his animal. The bite of a mate. She should have feared him then. Should have tried to escape him, but all she did was hold his head to her as he locked his teeth in her flesh. Deep inside her, his cock throbbed in release, as spurts of hot liquid filled her womb. The pleasure intensified as her inner walls spasmed, sucking every last drop of life from his soul.
Reginald released her torn flesh licking the blood from the wound he’d inflicted. He felt her tremble in his arms as he did so. He’d marked her as his. The reality of the situation broke over him like a cold shower. He was so careful when he was coupling with women outside his pack. Never did he have unprotected sex and
never
would he allow himself to bite down in the ancient sign of acceptance.
“Never say never, Wolf boy.” Her soft words were slightly slurred as if she were drunk. He pulled back to stare into her glazed eyes.
“What the hell?”
“You can’t say ‘never.’ It only leaves the gates of possibilities open. Wide open.” She spread her arms wide and giggled.
“I didn’t say anything out loud.” He spoke low; his eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“I heard you bitching about this.” She nodded her head down to where they were still firmly joined and would be until he let her go. “It was good. I don’t know why you have to bemoan fate. It was meant to happen. Still you might not have bitten me.” She tried to see the bloody bite mark on her neck.
“How do you feel?” He’d heard the Wolf’s DNA reacted differently for each person. She looked inebriated, as if his DNA was making her high. Had a Wolf ever mated a full-blooded Witch?
“There aren’t many of us left, you know. So, I highly doubt it.” She leaned forward to plant a kiss on the side of his rough cheek. Her soft lips and warm breath made him shiver in pleasure.
“Stop doing that,” he snapped. “My thoughts are my own.”
“Then stop thinking so damn loud. Goddess, you’re still hard down there. Do you think we could...?” She arched against him with a silly grin.
“No!” He lifted her from him and set her on her feet. She immediately moaned as she slumped against the wall and grabbed his arms to hold herself up. “You’ve had enough for one night.” He couldn’t help the grin as she seemed to pout up at him. Her dark hair was mussed, her lips swollen, and those dark eyes were staring up at him with the glazed look of lust. God, she was a tempting little cat.
“Be tempted.” She leaned against him as he fumbled to hurriedly fasten his jeans. The purring sound was rumbling against his chest. He pushed her back against the wall.
“Stand up. I’ve got to get you dressed.”
“Do you have to? I was thinking we have on too many clothes. You never got to see my breasts. I have pretty breasts, or so I’ve been told.”
His dark head snapped up as he grabbed her pants and pulled them up her slim legs. “Who told you that?”
“Gavin Murdock. He copped a feel last year at the festival of lights. Stop frowning; I hit him with a protection spell. He couldn’t stop puking for hours. I decide who touches me.” Her eyes glittered down at him.
“Why me?” He growled as he pulled her pants up to her waist.
“I don’t know. You felt so good, smell so good.” She grinned and giggled against his chest. “You gave me a wedgie.”
“You deserve it,” he muttered as he looked down at her shoulder where blood was still oozing from his mark of possession. Lord, what was his pack to make of this? They wanted him to claim a mate, but a mate who was already a Wolven. A Witch was a complication he was certain they would not be expecting. He sure as hell wasn’t. Her legs slumped, and he ended up flopping her up over his shoulder as he headed out of the alley with her.
“You are no damn prize yourself, Wolf boy. You smell like wet dog.” She giggled as he widened his stride to get her back to the Den before sunrise. Before one of her people caught him carrying her off and decided to investigate. The last thing he needed was an entire Coven on his ass.
“I have no Coven, Wolfie.” He stopped at the corner of the building. Her words couldn’t have shocked him more. A Solitary Witch of full blood was unheard of. What had she done to get kicked out of her Coven?
“I refused to hand fast with the High Priest.” She spoke in a hushed whisper. “I was his chosen. I guess a lowly Witch shouldn’t have the right to refuse one of his vast importance.” Her voice was brooding now. Gone was the giggling girl.
“What was so bad about being a High Priestess?” Lord, she would have been the most powerful female of her race.
“He’s over two hundred years old!” She shrieked with indignation. He grinned widely as he scanned Main Street. Most of Medina’s citizens were tucked safely in their beds. Lucky for him since he’d just experienced a noisy bout of sex with the woman he was hauling around like a sack of potatoes. He was glad the locals knew to turn a blind eye to the citizens who roamed the streets under cover of darkness.
“Kitten, you just let a 143-year-old Wolven between your legs.” He couldn’t help the grin as she dug her claws into his lower back. Oh, this one was bound to leave her mark on him as well.
***
Reginald’s obvious arrogance about the fact that she’d given him her virginity made her hiss against his back as she flexed her nails into hard muscles. Her skin was growing itchy, as if there were something crawling beneath the surface. She didn’t feel like stroking his ego. She felt like ripping his eyes out! “Our kind doesn’t age nearly as well as yours. And if I had known you would go all cave Wolf on me, I would have scratched and bitten you until you let me go. The pleasure wasn’t all that.”
“Liar.” She felt a firm slap on her bottom, and her temper arched higher. She was hot, itchy, and now, pissed enough to spit on him.
“That does it! Let me down, Leclair!” She gasped as another slap sounded through the deserted street.
“Stop clawing me, little cat. Where’s your car?”
“Alpha Wolf out for a stroll and toting around a pretty piece of baggage as well.” The hiss was followed by a deep, male chuckle that had Allison’s skin crawling with the need to flee. Silky and enticing as the stranger’s voice seemed, there was an underlying aggression to the tone. Danger and death was upon them.