Untamed and Irresistable

by Rosie Miller

  He breathed deeply and moved away from her. “Okay. I know it’s time to tell you. I was just hoping to put it off for a while.” He smiled ruefully at her.

  “It’s alright. I don’t think you could shock me anymore.” She smiled reassuringly at him, just hoping it was true.

  “There are two things you need to know. The first one is that if we were together, if we made love without protection, you might change a little bit too.”

  Her head jerked back. “Shit. You mean I’d start changing into a wolf? No way!” This was worse than she’d expected.

  “No, no you wouldn’t change completely, like we do. But you might just feel a bit different.”

  She nodded. “I definitely wouldn’t start changing into a wolf?” She needed to confirm this.

  “No. At least no one ever has, who hasn’t been born that way.”

  “So how would I feel different?”

  “May be a little stronger, more muscular. You might feel the need to roam around in the countryside more often, to feel the open spaces. You might get angry more easily. You might need to shave more often.”

  She sighed. She had to shave, wax, epilate all the time as it was. She really didn’t need any more of that. “But definitely no howling at the moon or growing a tail or anything?”

  “No, definitely not.”

  It was relief. She was almost certain Christophe had used protection when he was with her—but she couldn’t be sure. What if she’d started changing already? It might be too late.

  “But you would become a carrier. And if we had kids, they would stand a good chance of being like me.”

  Kids… well, that seemed a long time off. They might not even have any. But there was a small burst of delight inside her that he wanted to have children with her.

  “And the other thing?” Although not many things could be worse than having to wax more often—she needed to know everything.

  “You might find this one hard to deal with.”

  Her heart sank. After everything else she’d had to confront tonight, this was going to be the hard thing?

  “It’s the gatherings. They’re not just for hunting. When we’re animals—we’re different. We’re a pack. Packs are very hierarchical. Everyone has their place, like a rank really. And part of being a pack is that relationships are different.” He paused, rubbing his hands over his face. “It’s difficult. It sounds so wrong when I put it into words. But it isn’t—not when we’re Gathering.”

  “Just tell me.”

  “There are mating rights,” he muttered.

  “Mating rights?” she repeated.

  “I know, I know. But there—when we’re wolves it’s not wrong. It’s just how it is—how it has to be.”

  “So, what are these mating rights? Go on. I need to know the worst.”

  “In the pack, the dominant males and females have the right to mate with the lower males and females.” He spoke quickly, and as if calling them males and females stopped them being people.

  “This is when everyone’s in wolf form, right?”

  He shook his head. “Sometimes, not always. Some of them just change and run off into the woods and mate there. But quite a few members of the pack can’t change. They are newcomers, like you. And some of them just don’t want to. So we often stay in human form and…”

  She suddenly remembered the scene in the hunting lodge. Was that a Gathering? Were they exercising their mating rights? She tried to process the thoughts. “Would I have to join in?”

  “Eventually. Not all the time. But at least once.”

  “Once. And? What would happen?”

  He kissed her hard for minute. Was he just buying time? But her body responded.

  Then he took a deep breath and continued. “We’d go to a Gathering. And the males and females above me in the pack would—if they wanted to, and they often don’t—well, they’d have the right to mate with you.”

  “And by mate you mean have sex?”

  He nodded.

  “How many people?”

  “It changes. Right now, there’s just three. Phil and his wife. They’re the leaders. And Christophe.”

  He muttered the name but she heard him clearly.

  “He’s above you?”

  Jackson nodded. “Phil—Philippe—is his father, so it’s kind of automatic. And he’s a great hunter.”

  “They would have the right to have sex with me? All three of them?”

  He nodded. “I know. It sounds wrong and they probably would never want to do anything.”

  She remembered the older guy with two young women sucking him off. If that was Philippe, he would want her. And Christophe—she would have to let him have her—again. She remembered the night at the lodge. She’d slept with Christophe. Her brain just closed down at the thought. She couldn’t seem to process it. She needed to tell Jackson what had happened that night. He wouldn’t blame her, not after everything he’d just told her. But she could hardly believe it herself yet.

  “But you would get to have anyone else you wanted, anyone lower down. I mean—you wouldn’t have to—but you could. You could ask them to do anything for you, and they’d kind of have to do it.”

  Was he trying to sell the idea of the Gathering to her? She had a sudden vision of herself lying spread eagled, being licked out by a stream of eager young men. She laughed, wondering if she was getting hysterical. “Really? And what about you?”

  “I’d be there. I’d make sure you were okay. But at the Gathering, it would be fine if you wanted to have someone else. It’s different there.”

  He was caressing her nipple again. Was that what was making her hot? Surely it wasn’t the thought of making out with those other people?

  “But do you go with other people?” The thought made her jealous.

  “No. I could. I have done. But my position is secure. I don’t need to.”

  “Don’t you do it because you want to?” Surely it was every man’s dream to have no-strings attached sex on demand?

  “No. Not now I’ve got you.” He pulled her robe open and lowered his head to her breast and sucked gently on her nipple.

  She moaned softly. She needed to stop him. She needed to think.

  If she accepted this life with him, she might have to make love to other people—in public—with everyone watching. She might be commanded to do things and not be able to say no.

  Jackson’s tongue flicked over her nipple. She suppressed a moan. His other hand was under her, pulling her tighter against him.

  She might have to kneel down in front of Philippe and suck on his cock with people looking at her. She might have to let Christophe use her however he pleased. The thought made her tingle—was it desire or fear—or both?

  She knew she had to tell Jackson about the night with Christophe. She should. She would—just as soon as she could think clearly. Jackson’s teeth held her sensitive tip gently, nibbling and flicking at it with his tongue too. She held onto him more tightly, her arms around his shoulders.

  She pressed her body against his, wanting to feel the length of his manhood. She felt light-headed and a little bit dizzy. Was it the wine? Or everything that had happened? Or even the thought that this could be the last time she touched him? Or even her last night alive?

  She reached down and stroked his chest through his shirt. He was human—all human. Her hand slipped lower and she felt the bulge in the front of his jeans. He groaned softly as she rubbed her hand against it. He sucked harder on her nipple now and she moaned too, feeling the tingle between her legs. She wanted him.

  He slid his hand underneath her and pulled her in against him hard, grinding her hips against his.

  She reached down and undid his jeans, and released his stiff length. She gripped it tightly. Jackson groaned. She slipped down on the couch so her head was at his crotch and held his dick to her lips. She flicked it with her tongue and he groaned again. She smiled. He was going to enjoy this.

  Whatever happened a
fter this, she was going to make sure she finally made love with Jackson. It might be her last night with him—or it might be the first night of the rest of their lives together. One way or another, it was going to be a night to remember.

  She tongued him all the way down to his balls, then licked them too. She worked her way back up, lapping and licking at his length. Then she wrapped her lips around his cock and began to suck hard on the head, still flicking it with her tongue.

  “Oh that feels good,” he muttered.

  She slid his cock deeper into his mouth, making him groan some more.

  “But I want to do this to you too.” She let his hard cock slip out from between her lips for a moment as he rearranged her. His head was at her hips and hers was positioned right by his stiff rod. She opened her legs slightly and he pulled her hips towards him. Then his mouth was on her mound too. She felt his hands pulling her open and his tongue exploring her. She moaned and pressed herself closer to him. Then she took his dick into her mouth again, sucking it in deep.

  She thought about the girl in the hunting lodge, doing it in front of an audience and the thought made her even hotter. Jackson was using his fingers and his tongue on her. He was holding her lips open with his fingers, while his tongue stroked long and slow over her clit. She moaned louder.

  An image of the girl in the hunting lodge came into her mind. The girl was being held down while a man who could turn into a wolf licked at her pussy—his long rough tongue caressing her clit. Everyone was watching. How would it feel? She tried to ignore the thought and just concentrate on Jackson’s fingertips in her pussy. He was pulling her open and stroking around her love bud, while his tongue flicked at the tender bundle of nerves. It felt so good.

  She sucked harder on his dick, taking it deep into her mouth, lashing at it with her tongue. Her hand gently squeezed his balls. All the time his tongue was lapping at her.

  She tried to concentrate on his cock. She sucked it harder, working her tongue over the head—but the sensations in her pussy were too much.

  His fingers and his tongue were working together, and she knew she was going to come soon. She was moaning louder now, pushing her pussy harder against his fingers and his mouth.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she was moaning, as he licked her clit again and again. She forgot about his cock. The feelings from what he was doing to her were too intense.

  He stroked his fingers harder across her love bud, taking turns with his tongue. The pleasure built until it seemed impossible.

  She was moaned and forced her pussy against his mouth. His fingers were moving faster and harder and his tongue still licking at her. She was coming. The climax exploded inside her. She cried out as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Wave after wave shook her body as she ground her pussy into his face. Then she fell back against the floor.

  “Good?” he asked.

  “God yes,” she replied, her lips feeling jelly-like.

  “Good, because I want to fuck you now.” He pulled her around so he was kneeling between her legs. He hooked her legs up over his shoulders. Looking down at her pussy, he positioned himself at her entrance and put on a condom. His hand strayed up to her clit again and she moaned as he stroked it again. “Could you come again?”

  She shook her head. “Not yet—not for a while.”

  “Does it feel good?”

  He flicked her tender clit.

  “Yes.”

  “Then let’s see. But first, I need to do this.” He slammed his length into her. “Oh God. I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time.”

  She gasped, the breath forced out of her.

  He withdrew his cock almost all the way and then slammed it in again. “Ever since I first saw you, Justine—I’ve wanted you. It’s been so hard to resist you.”

  “Me too—me too,” she agreed.

  He kept his hand on her love button, caressing it firmly.

  She couldn’t come again—not yet—but it did feel good.

  “I’ve wanted to make you come—to be inside you—to do so many things with you.” He was stroking his cock in and out of her as he spoke. “It’s been so hard to say no to you. I just wanted you so much. And now I’ve got you.” He pounded into her then, in earnest.

  She watched his face, the yellow tint to his eyes showing up in the dim light. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his dick filling her and his fingers drumming against her love button.

  It felt good. She couldn’t come again—not so soon. But as his fingers kept up their insistent pace against her clit, she began to feel like she might. “That feels so good,” she murmured. She could feel another climax building.

  But then his hands and his cock left her and he stood up. He gripped her hips and flipped her over. She was on the sofa with her head resting on the back of it. Her knees were bent beneath her, her rear end pointing out towards him. He held her tightly around the waist, one arm pulling her back against him. She felt his cock against her wet entrance, nudging his way in. He pushed in just an inch, then held it there.

  “I want to fuck you forever.” His voice was husky. His other hand snaked around her now, finding her clit. He was pressing it so hard that she gasped and tried to pull away. But he held her tight.

  Then he thrust his length right into her, pushing her against the back of the sofa. He pulled his cock out and slammed it into her again. Each time it felt harder and deeper than the last. Her cries were muffled by the cushions against her face. He squeezed and pressed her clit so hard she didn’t know if it was hurting or not. But she wanted him to do it.

  His thumb and finger were around her love button now, gripping it tightly. He rolled it and pressed it into her, and she knew she was going to come soon. He plunged into her again—and then she was coming. He was rubbing and squeezing her clit hard—too hard—but she didn’t want him to stop. A wave of intense pleasure flooded through her—shaking her—making her scream. Her body bucked and twisted under him but he didn’t let go. His fingers forced the last of her orgasm out of her.

  His hand left her pussy, and she felt it tangle in her hair. He grabbed a handful, pulling her head back. He started pumping again, faster now, his loins smacking against her ass. He thrust his cock in so hard it was bruising her. One arm was tight around her waist so she couldn’t move and the other was pulling her head up, tugging on her hair.

  With a guttural cry he slammed into her one last time and she knew he was coming. He groaned loud and deep and held himself in her hard. Then he thrust it in once, twice, three more times before he stopped. They both collapsed down onto the sofa.

  She lay beneath him, reeling from the strength of her orgasms. She never usually came twice, not so closely together. She felt drained – but deeply satisfied. How could she let this man go—whatever he was—whatever it meant she had to do to keep him?

  After a few minutes she shifted and he got off her. They sat back down onto the sofa. He wrapped his arms around her and she laid her head against him. She just wanted to stay in his arms, to fall asleep and then to wake up tomorrow and for everything to be normal.

  After a while he stretched and got up for a glass of water. He offered her some and she drank it.

  “That was a bit wild,” she said, smiling at him.

  He grinned back. “It gets wilder. If it’s near to mating time—we’re all a little bit more animal than human. The rest of the time we’re quite civilized—honestly!”

  She laughed—but she had liked his passion. She wondered how much she would enjoy it if he got even more demanding and forceful.

  He leaned in and kissed her. “That was amazing. There’s just something about you.”

  “You too,” she admitted. “I feel right when I’m with you.”

  “Do you think … we could make this work?”

  “We can try.”

  “Really? You mean that?” He looked relieved and delighted in equal measure.

  “I mean it,” she said.

  She knew she had
made the right decision—it wasn’t just because of the fantastic sex, or the way she felt so at home when she was with him. It was the sense that something amazing had just started—something she didn’t want to turn her back on. She knew life would never be the same again—but it was exciting.

  She felt so happy. Was this the way everyone felt when they realized the person they were in love with felt the same way about them? Or was it was more than that? Was it because of who—what—he was? Everything he had told her was crazy, unbelievable, and disturbing. But she was intrigued, and she wanted more. The thought of Jackson getting more animalistic sometimes was a turn-on. And the Gatherings… she knew she should be shocked—even repulsed—but part of her wanted to experience that too.

  Jackson kissed her. “I knew you were the one for me. This just proves it. And I love you. I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  Justine smiled at him. “Me too.” She felt happy—happier than she’d ever been.

  They would work it out. Nothing would be normal—but everything would be alright. And one way or another they would live happily ever after.

  She lay in his arms, utterly content just to be with him.

  She was tired—the shock of Christophe’s attack, the fight, all Jackson’s revelations and then making love—it had exhausted her. But it was worth it. It was all worth it.

  *****

  Her eyes closed and she drifted towards sleep. An image floated through her mind. It was a creature—half-man and half-wolf—with yellow eyes and a thick scar running down his arm. He was grinning at her. It was Christophe.