by Celia Kyle
A second later, Zeke found himself pressed against the door, Val’s body flush with his own. Her soft hands cradled his face, and her lips moved sensually over his. Zeke groaned into the kiss and he hardened within his jeans, his thick shaft pressing into the zipper that held him captive. He reached around her hips and increased the pressure between their bodies, reveling in the feel of her so close.
Val broke the kiss with a gasp and they both struggled to catch their breath. “Where were we earlier?”
“Right about here,” Zeke growled and changed his grip to wrap one hand around the back of her neck to keep her steady as he took control of their kiss. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting her with rhythmic dips into her mouth. He caressed her tongue with his, mimicking what he ached to do to her body—her pussy.
Using his hold on her hip, he backed her toward the waiting bed, anxious to lie and explore every inch of her delicious body. She was truly something special—perfection in his eyes. She wasn’t a pushover by any means and as he urged her backward, he knew she moved as he desired because she wanted it just as much as he did. She could have shoved him away, could have changed their position, but she knew the dance and was as anxious as him.
Yet he was conflicted. Even as he pushed her onto the bed and crawled atop her—never once breaking the kiss—he struggled with indecision.
His wolf was ravenous for the dark beauty, desperate for Val. And the rock-hard shaft between his thighs revealed how desperately his human half craved her. But he couldn’t simply sink into her as they both desired. And it was something they both desired. Val parted her legs, the heat from her cloth-covered pussy searing through her clothing and nearly burning him with the strength of her desire.
She rolled her hips, that promise of heaven so very, very close. So close and tempting and alluring and… damn he ached for her. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted another.
But he wouldn’t have her.
His wolf howled its objection, snarling at him and demanding he claim Val now.
It would be a claiming if he gave in at that moment. His wolf was too present, too determined to tie them to Valerie. If he fucked her, he would claim her with his bite and that wasn’t something he was ready to tackle. Despite the wolf’s assurances that Val belonged to them, Zeke still wasn’t convinced.
If he was right—and the wolf was wrong—the bite would probably kill her.
He wasn’t willing to take the risk.
She whimpered and pulled her lips from his, just long enough to whisper a single word. “Zeke.”
His name, a demand and plea in one. She trembled beneath him, her arms around him and fingers clawing at his back. If she’d had claws like a she-wolf, his shirt would have been shredded and gone, nothing but skin beneath her palms. The mere idea of feeling the pain of her claws while their arousal burned bright almost shattered what little control he still held. Almost, but not quite.
He knew what she demanded—more from him, all of him. Not something he was prepared to give, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t give in just a little.
Valerie yanked on his shirt, pulling it toward his shoulders, but before he allowed her to strip him, he changed their positions. He lifted and pushed and got the delicious woman to rest on her side while he spooned her from behind. He soothed his wolf the slightest bit by grasping her shoulder between his blunt, human teeth and Val… Fuck him, but Val moaned deep and long as he mimicked what he truly craved to do to her.
Zeke released her flesh and nuzzled the tender spot, gently soothing any pain he might have caused before pausing to drop tender kisses to the slim line of her neck.
With their new position, Valerie couldn’t reach him, couldn’t remove his clothes and tempt him further. Instead, she was vulnerable to what he craved—more of her.
He grasped her wrist and tugged, lifting and encouraging her elbow to bend until her hand came to rest on the back of his neck—making her even more vulnerable to him. Now he could touch her as he desired.
He went to the hem of her top, slipping beneath the fabric to find silken, bare skin. So soft and warm, he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of touching her. A thought that only solidified as he eased his touch up her body, not stopping until he reached her breasts. Her glorious, full breasts that were held captive by her bra.
Zeke tugged on the lacy cup and freed one of the plump mounds. Her hard nipple pressed into his palm, the firm nubbin revealing further proof of her arousal. He plucked and pinched the small bit of sensitized flesh, absorbing her every whimper and moan as he toyed with her. She dug her human nails into the skin of his neck and he welcomed the sharp sting. It helped him retain some semblance of control and keep his head on straight while his wolf pushed to break free of his control.
Yes, her full breast in his hand was tempting, but not as tempting as what truly called to him—the scent of her arousal, her pussy. A pussy he wanted to touch, taste, devour.
He released her breast—ignoring her low whine—and traveled down her body until he reached the waist of her pants. He didn’t hesitate to dip beneath the fabric, to slide under her panties, and onward until he cupped her core, her soaked center. Even without delving between her folds, his palm was soaked with evidence of her desire.
He pressed hard against her mound, earning him a hiss in response.
“Shit,” Val murmured low, need coating her voice, and his cock throbbed against her full ass. “Fuck, Zeke.”
She arched her back and increased the pressure against his aching cock.
“Valerie,” he murmured in response. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve thought about this ass, this pussy, this afternoon?”
“You’ve been checking it out enough.” She pushed into his dick and grinded against him so hard he struggled not to come right then and there. He gritted his teeth and pushed back the urge to lose himself in the pleasure of her.
“You’re bad.” He rasped and she shivered.
“I am. What are you gonna do about it?” she challenged him. He loved that.
He’d show her what he was gonna do. He slipped two fingers past the seam of her lower lips, delving into the source of her wetness. He found her clit with ease and pressed on the small bundle of nerves, earning him yet another full body shudder.
He stroked her in small circles, her juices making the movements fluid and easy, and her reaction was instantaneous. She transferred her grip to his shoulder, pulling him closer to her as she lifted one leg and threw it over his—opening herself even more. And he took advantage of her new position, delving south and finding her center with ease. He slipped his fingers inside her, plunging them into her tight, wet sheath in a single, fluid movement.
“Zeke.”
He liked the way she said his name—full of passion and wanting.
Zeke scented her arousal, the salty sweetness hanging in the air like a drug, and it spurred his own desire onward. His touch remained strong and steady as he pleasured Val, the deep penetration of his fingers a constant pace while the heel of his hand grinded against her swollen clit. Her breath came in rapidly increasing pants, her chest heaving while he pleasured her.
“Fuck.” She followed the curse with a gasp and her inner walls rippled around his penetration. He couldn’t suppress his grin, cocky pride filling him at the knowledge that he could pleasure her so thoroughly with only his hand. What would it be like when he finally fucked her hard and deep?
It was his turn to shudder, but he managed to swallow his moan. Barely.
Val’s pussy milked his fingers in a desperate rhythm—one that told him she drew nearer to her release—and he continued to torment her wet cunt. Over and over and over again he worked her pussy, not wanting to stop until…
“Come for me, Val. Do it.” He growled the words, his wolf’s presence unavoidable. The harder he pushed her, the more the beast pushed at his human half. His next words were more wolf than man. “Come for me.”
Valerie froze, a desper
ate gasp escaping her lips as she came apart for him. She coated his hand in a rush of her feminine juices and he didn’t slow or stop his movements in any way. He kept the same torturous pace, holding her tight while she fought to writhe in his grasp. Her lips parted with a silent scream of pleasure and Zeke couldn’t help the masculine satisfaction in the way she convulsed and twitched in his grasp.
Eventually he slowed his attentions, easing her down from the heights of release, and her breathing gradually eased. She slumped and he eased away enough for her to roll to her back, but he refused to retreat from the warm wetness of her pussy. She felt too perfect against his hand—her slickness only for him.
“Feels like you needed that.” Zeke grinned at her.
She smiled, though he saw the slightest edge of anger in her expression. Yeah, his comment pissed her off a little. His Valerie was the type to like the upper hand in the bedroom, and he found the idea of that kind of struggle… exciting.
Val slipped one of her free hands between them, her palm finding his thick hardness with ease, and she gave him a rough squeeze. “I think you need something too.”
Zeke allowed himself a moment to enjoy her touch, a moment to revel in the pleasure of her harsh caress. But only a moment. It was all he could tolerate while his wolf struggled and snarled at him for release. It wanted her. It demanded her.
But he refused to give in. Not yet. Not ever.
He pulled his hand free of her heated wetness and wrapped his fingers around her wrist, stilling her movements and stopping her before she could push him too far.
“I’m fine.” He gently pulled her away from his throbbing cock and dashed his wolf’s hopes once more.
Val snorted and rolled her eyes but didn’t fight him. Thankfully. “Uh-huh. Right.” She licked her lips, drawing his stare to her kissable mouth. “Are we done, then?”
Done? He didn’t think he’d ever be done with her.
He mentally shook his head. No, that was the wolf talking. The wolf wanted forever.
Instead of letting his wolf have its say, he released a single word. “No.”
Now it wasn’t him that pulled her away from his cock. No, Valerie was tugging out of his grip and reaching for her own pants. Pants that were soon unzipped and wiggling down her hips, more of her pale brown skin revealed to him inch by inch. Those panties were pushed down as well, revealing the dark curls that hid her sex from view. He licked his lips, remembering the feel of her silken walls and now he wondered what she’d taste like. Salty and sweet? Plump and soft?
Perfection. Yes, however she tasted, it would be perfection.
She kicked her pants and panties free, now nude from the waist down. She rolled to her knees and reached for the bottom of her shirt, arms crossed, as she paused to quirk an eyebrow at him in silent challenge.
Val was stripping down. What was he waiting for?
Nothing.
Zeke rose and shucked his jeans and boxer briefs. His shirt soon followed until he stood utterly nude beside the bed. And Val… Val knelt on the bed, her glowing skin tempting him more than anything he’d ever experienced. Her dark nipples begged for his mouth. Her wide hips demanded his large hands and her pussy… Her pussy begged for his cock.
His wolf howled inside him, a loud call to mate with the female before him. She was the perfect alpha bitch—hard and soft at the same time. It lunged and demanded he claim her the way a wolf ought to claim its mate. Hard. Rough. Now.
He resisted the urge to impale her with his cock—barely—but he did lunge for her tempting body.
Val laughed as he caught her, both of them toppling back onto the pillows. She parted her thighs without hesitation, baring the heaven of her body to him in an instant. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep his dick from sinking into her wet heat. Not yet.
No, not ever. The wolf scoffed at him and Zeke ignored the beast.
Instead of pounding into her as he craved, he crawled down her body, the scent of her juices too much to resist. He eased further south, not stopping until he lay between her spread thighs, the pinkness of her inner sexlips exposed and glistening for him.
Zeke couldn’t resist her and this close to her pussy—the source of that tormenting scent—he was driven wild by the need to pump in and out of her wet sheath. His wolf wanted his human half to use his dick, but he remained resolute against claiming her. Instead, he placed his hands beneath her ass to hold her steady, elbows resting on the mattress to keep him up, and then he lowered his head to her center. He lapped at her with a single, long delicious swipe of his tongue. He gathered her juices and savored every drop he managed to collect.
Salty. Sweet. Perfect.
Just as he’d imagined.
He found her clit with ease, tapping and flicking the nubbin with the tip of his tongue. He relished every sound he managed to pull from her lips, reveling in the moans and groans that signified her pleasure. He captured the hard bundle of nerves between his lips and sucked on her clit, milking that point of pleasure and gifting her with even more sensation.
Val sifted her fingers through his hair, fisting the strands and tugging as he continued to explore her sopping folds. She was so wet, so aroused and wanting and fucking ready. His cock was a hard, thick rod pressed into the bed, body ready and anxious to possess the willing woman beneath him.
But doubts still remained inside Zeke—doubts he couldn’t brush aside without thought.
So he sated himself with the knowledge that he gave the woman he craved so much a pleasure like no other. He would make sure he gave her more ecstasy than any other in her past… or future.
Her thick, powerful thighs pressed against both sides of his head while her hands tugged on his hair, the slight sting spurring him on even more. His tongue lavished her with attention, stroke after stroke, and it wasn’t long before she rolled her hips in time with his attentions.
She gifted him with even more of her wetness, the delicious, irresistible evidence of her need driving him to the brink of sanity. And he didn’t want to stop. Not ever.
In truth, he was still driven to claim her, every instinct inside him demanding he rise above her, pound her pussy and sink his fangs into her shoulder. His. His. His.
But he had to keep her safe above all else, even if she didn’t understand and agree.
His face was soaked with her honey, sweetness coating his tongue, lips and chin, and still it wasn’t enough for him. Not nearly. He was ready to spend hours between her thick thighs. Hours.
Then he sensed a change in her. A subtle shift in her scent and a slight difference in the way her muscles clenched and reacted to him. Her panting grew heavier as she struggled to draw air into her lungs. He let his tongue wander, teasing her clit and finding the pattern that made her shudder the hardest, made her tremble and her breath catch in time with his movements. Until he found the pace that drove her wild, a lingering lick, a rapid tap, and a delicious circle around her clit. That had her thrashing to get further away and closer at the same time.
At last, she froze, back arched and thighs squeezing his head. Was she strong enough to crush him with those thick legs? Probably. She came with such a force that she yanked a pillow close and bit into the cushion to muffle her scream. One that never seemed to end.
Zeke’s heart swelled with pride as she tensed and relaxed again and again, the smell of her bliss thick in the air. He’d done that. He’d given her that. Him and him alone.
His wolf urged him to take it further. Val was sated and would welcome his cock within her sheath. Then she would welcome his fangs in her shoulder, and they would claim their mate and…
No.
He shot the wolf down once more. The persistent beast. They’d given Val the ultimate pleasure—twice—and the animal had to be content with what they had done.
That wasn’t enough for the animal. Not at all.
As if knowing that Zeke craved more, Val burst into action. She pushed him away, forcing him to ease away from his pl
ace between her thighs. For a moment he wondered if she wished to draw her pleasure out a little longer herself, rubbing her pussy and wringing out that last ounce of bliss. But that wasn’t her intent. Not at all. Instead, she pushed him to his back and settled between his legs. She knelt between his thighs, one hand on his hip, the other going to his cock.
Zeke stared down at her, her eyes flashing a challenge as she wrapped her delicate hand around his length. She stroked him from root to tip, caressing his length with her firm touch. But touching wasn’t all she gave him. No, she lowered her head, mouth drawing closer and closer to his dick until she hovered a mere inch above the red, glistening tip. Pre-cum escaped him, pearly white liquid decorating the end of his shaft. Proof of how much he craved Val.
He was transfixed by the sight before him, her plump lips so close to where he craved her most. She flashed him a challenging grin, the smallest of smiles, and gradually fell into a slow, sensuous pace. She stroked him up and down, the rhythm slow and maddening yet the greatest pleasure he’d ever known.
No, he was a liar. His greatest pleasure came with her next movements—when she closed the distance between his cock and those teasing lips. She lowered further, opening her mouth and taking the head of his cock into her. She wrapped her lips around the crown and he groaned aloud with the first ripple of joy that assaulted him.
Zeke let his head fall back, and every ounce of tension in his body fled as he prepared to accept her gift of bliss. Her mouth was warm and wet along his shaft, Val suckling the tip of his length before taking more of him into her mouth. Nothing more than a gentle rise and fall along his dick, her hand joining in the slow torture to drive him mad.
She continued that slide up and down, her tongue playing along the underside of his cock and flicking that spot just beneath the crown before teasing the slit of his cock. The tip of her tongue sought out more of his pre-cum and he shuddered with the pleasure she caused to run down his spine. He struggled to contain himself, to keep his orgasm at bay—torn between the urge to come and the need to let the bliss continue.