Wolfen Domination (16 page)

            When Jesse stopped at last, Erin stared at the
run down building in front of them a little uneasily.  There was no doubt that
the mansion had once been a grand one, but that had probably been before the
Civil War.  Now she had to wonder how the antebellum mansion could remain
standing.  There was hardly a fleck of paint to hold it together.  The wood,
weathered for so many years and battered by nature, was the same muted color as
the woods around it so that, as huge as it was, it blended so well with its surroundings
it would have been easy to miss seeing it at all.

            The grounds were not in much better shape than
the building itself.  Waist high weeds and young pines cluttered what must once
have been a beautiful lawn.

            Jesse had pulled under a porte chochère, she saw
as she got out of the car and looked around.

            Having moved around the car to meet her, Jesse
cupped a hand beneath her elbow and guided her inside.

            Surprise filled her when they entered.  It was
like stepping through a passage into another world.

            The interior of the house, far from ramshackle,
was beyond clean and neat and well kept.  It was opulent.  Thick rugs carpeted
the hardwood floors and thick drapes covered the tall windows.  The furnishings
were modern, not new, but certainly in good condition.

            A man stepped into a doorway at the far end of
the narrow hallway where they’d entered.  After nodding at Jesse in silent
communication, he disappeared again.

            Jesse guided her down the hall and into a wider
hallway that appeared to bisect the mansion.  Reaching a grand, curving
stairway, they went up and followed another wide hallway to a room near the
rear of the house.

            Expecting to be shoved inside and locked in like
the prisoner she knew herself to be, Jesse surprised her by entering the room
behind her.

            Without a word, he began to undress.

            Erin gaped at him, trying to wrap her mind around
his actions.

            He glanced up at her after a moment.  “You should
try to rest.”

            Feeling color wash into her cheeks at the
comment, which made it clear that he didn’t have on his mind what she’d thought
he had in mind, Erin turned away.  She wasn’t wearing much, though, and she
certainly had no need or intention of taking the gown off.  Instead, she looked
around a little hopefully for signs of a bathroom.  There were two narrow doors
along the wall adjoining the one that separated the bedroom from the corridor. 
After a slight hesitation, she headed toward the larger of the two and was
rewarded with the discovery of a well appointed bathroom.

            The door had no lock on it.

            Erin studied it in dismay for a moment and
finally yielded to her needs.  When she’d relieved herself she moved to the
shower, adjusted the water and, dropping her gown onto the hamper close by, got
in.  The heat of the water stimulated her milk glands.  With a mixture of
emotions she watched as tiny beads formed on the tips of her nipples and began
to flow down her belly.

            She felt a sudden urge to cry.  What was the
point, she wondered, in struggling on and on to keep her milk in production for
the baby she might never hold in her arms again?  The baby that might never
suckle at her breasts again?  It was nothing more than an irritant and an
inconvenience to her, a constant reminder of what she’d lost, and of no use to
Joshua.  Even if she found him, he would’ve been bottle fed all this time and
might refuse to take the nutrients and antibodies her natural milk could give
him.

            Fighting the depression and sense of hopeless,
she massaged her breasts to stimulate the glands.

            She jumped and then froze when the bathroom door
opened abruptly, gaping at Jesse as he crossed to the shower and pulled the
curtain back.

            His gaze went immediately to her breasts.

            She released them guiltily, and then blushed with
a mixture of resentment and embarrassment.

            It wasn’t as if she’d been fondling herself for
the pleasure of it!  Snatching the curtain from his grasp, she jerked it closed
again.

            He cleared his throat.  “I brought you a clean
shirt to put on.”

            How thoughtful!  And he had to jerk the curtain
open to tell her?

            “Thanks!” she responded shortly.

            He didn’t leave.  “I’ll just leave it on the
hamper.”

            “You could’ve done that without looking me over!”
she muttered.

            She heard the distinct grinding of teeth.  He
snatched the curtain open again.  “I was just checking to see if you were
floating face down in the damned tub,” he growled.  “You lost a lot of blood.”

            Surprise flickered through her.  He’d been
worried about her?

            “Worried ‘bout the beast getting’ a glimpse of
you?” he added after a moment.  “Well, I’ve seen every inch of you,
chère
--tasted you too--and been inside of you.  It’s a little late to be so damned
concerned about me lookin’ at you.”

            Anger surging to the forefront again, Erin
slapped at the water, spattering his face and chest liberally with it. 
“Bastard!”

            He grabbed her forearms and hauled her against
his chest.  “Bitch!” he growled, shoving his fingers into her wet hair and
planting his mouth roughly over hers.

            Heat spiraled through Erin the instant his mouth
ground against hers, forcing her lips to part.  Weakness and desperate need followed
the heat as his tongue breached the weakened barricade of her lips and
plundered her mouth thoroughly.  Shivering, her arms trapped by his grip, she
curled the tips of her fingers into his sides, settling fully against him and
kissing him back with all of the pent up desire that had been tormenting her
since forever it seemed.

            He stiffened at the collapse of her defenses and
then gathered her closer still, lifting her against him and pulling her from
the shower.  She uttered a sound of protest as he withdrew the pressure of his
mouth from hers almost as abruptly as he’d claimed her, and then a sound of encouragement
as he dragged his lips along her cheek to explore her ear, the side of her
throat.

            The heat of his flesh and both his and her own
desire almost instantly replaced the heated water that had washed over her
moments before.  Finding her arms freed, she twined them around his neck,
pressing as tightly against him as she could.  His hands skated down her back,
cupped her buttocks, massaging them as his fingers delved the cleft of her ass
and then lower.  Grasping her along the tops of her thighs, he lifted her.

            A gasp escaped her as her butt settled on the
cold surface of the vanity and then another as he bent her back and covered the
tip of one breast with his mouth.

            For a moment, reality intruded and the anxiety
filled her that his suckling would stimulate her milk glands again.  That
concern vanished almost at once, however, as a bolt of heat shot through her,
culminating low in her belly.

            Releasing her breast after only a moment, he
lifted her against him once more and strode from the bathroom with her in his
arms, falling across the bed with her.  The impact barely fazed her.  It
flickered through her mind that they would have the sheets thoroughly soaked,
but she wasn’t in any state to care at the moment.

            Already drunk with the delightful, rough caresses
of his hands as they explored her, his essence, the scorching heat of his
mouth, all that filtered through her heat fogged mind was that the sensations
were so much more pleasurably intense without the drug that had been pumping
through her system before when they had come together.  Now, she was far more
aware of his lightest touch, the pleasurable sensation of his weight along her
length.

            He did not pull away from her to remove his
trousers.  Instead, he settled beside her, his mouth and tongue driving her mad
with want as he struggled with the fastening of his pants and skimmed them from
his hips, working the material down his legs until he could kick free of the encumbrance. 
The moment he was free, he rolled over her once more, tangling his legs with
hers, stroking her smooth skin with the soles of his feet as his hands glided
over her body cupping and then massaging her breasts.  He covered her mouth in
a fiery, possessive kiss, pressing his body against hers and she felt the hard
length of his erection undulating along her hip.

            The strength and weight of his body, the heat,
the solidness and breadth of his engorged flesh, and the silken feel of the
skin that sheathed his hardness sent a thrill of anticipation through her,
magnifying her need in a heady, dizzying rush.  Returning his heated kiss with
fervor, she shifted closer, feeling fresh waves of pleasurable sensation wash
through her as the faint abrasiveness of his chest and arm hair slipped across
her smooth skin.  Being with him was everything she remembered, and yet
surprisingly more intense without the drugs that had driven her to him in the
beginning.

            Her reaction sent his own desire spiraling out of
control.  His kiss became more fevered, more aggressive.  When he tore his lips
from hers at last and turned his attentions to her body, she felt the nip of
his teeth along her skin and goose bumps burst forth, heightening and expanding
her senses until a restless need to feel him inside of her began torment her.

            He ignored the increasing desperation of her
attempts to urge him to take her, seemingly determined to explore every inch of
her body with his lips, tongue, and teeth.

            She sucked in a hoarse breath, digging her
fingers into the hair on his scalp as he moved along her lower belly.  The
muscles of her belly jumped and clenched almost painfully as he wove a chain of
kisses across it from one hip bone to the other and then nipped at the
exquisitely sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.  Dizzy with need, it took a
moment for her to realize his intent.  By the time she did, it was too late. 
He had pushed her thighs wide and wedged himself between them.

            She clamped her thighs tightly against him
anyway, her fingers tightening in his hair.  Ignoring the tugging command, he
stroked his fingers along her cleft and then parted her nether lips, covering
her clit, almost painfully swollen with need, with his mouth.  A sharp cry tore
its way up her throat as she felt the heat and suction of his mouth.  The
tension that had been slowly but surely coiling inside of her shot skyward.

            She gasped again, squeezing her eyes shut,
struggling to stave off instant culmination, desperate to hold on to the
pleasure only a little longer.  The finesse of his mouth and tongue were
delightfully torturous, however.  Within moments she felt herself quivering on
the brink of release, heard herself chanting his name, whether as a curse or
benediction even she wasn’t certain.

            She came unexpectedly, explosively, wracked by one
shockwave after another of rapturous release.  The stinging nip of his teeth
along her thigh barely penetrated the liquefied bliss of her mind, but it sent
a fresh, hard shockwave of ecstasy through her that tore another cry from her
hoarse throat.

            He shifted, moving over her while the waves were
still pounding through her.  Supporting the weight of his upper body on his
arms, he pressed the rounded tip of his cock into the mouth of her sex.  Her
channel, still convulsing with release resisted his penetration.  She spread
her thighs wider, lifting to meet his second thrust, feeling almost faint with
her gasping efforts to drag enough air into her lungs as she felt his hard
flesh spreading her, delving slowly deeper.

            He was gasping hoarsely himself by the time he’d
filled her fully.  “Now you are mine--irrevocably,” he whispered in a harsh,
gravelly voice that sent waves of tingling pleasure spiraling through her.

            With a tremendous effort, she opened her eyes to
look up at him, but no thought of contradicting his claim entered her mind. 
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she lifted upward, closing the slight
distance between them and pressed her lips to his.

            Her mute acceptance seemed to send him over the
edge of restraint.  He began to move within her in hard, swift driving
thrusts.  Surprise flickered through her briefly as she felt her body instantly
respond to his stroking thrusts along her channel.  Within moments she was
struggling upward toward release again, her body coiling tightly for the leap
into glory.  The bubble ruptured as she felt his great, sweat slickened body
begin to shudder, felt his cock jerk inside of her.  For many moments it almost
seemed as if her soul soared free of the restraints of her physical self. 
Awareness of her body certainly vanished at the white hot explosion of ecstasy
that mushroomed upwards and outwards and finally, slowly began to dissipate,
leaving her as little more than a limp puddle of exquisite repletion.