by Rose, Renee
“Cole.”
“Yeah, Pink?”
“Let’s do this thing.”
I laugh and shove the rest of the way in. She gasps but finishes on a moan. I tangle my fingers in the back of her hair and make a fist. “Like that, baby?”
“More.”
Fuck, yeah.
I ease out and then push back in, checking my force at the last second to keep from slamming deep. Now I can’t stop the ripple of pleasure from running through me.
I’m awash in sensation: her scent up in my nose, the visual of her face down on the bed, the tight squeezing of her cunt around my dick. And all this under a full moon. It’s like being on ecstasy. I’ve never felt so good. So powerful. So... happy.
Fates. I’m happy.
I could be in deep shit with the pack and my dad for what I’m doing right now, and I don’t give a fuck. Nothing’s ever felt so right in my life.
My control starts to slip. I curse and release her hair, dropping my hands beside her head to brace myself and get a little more leverage. I snap my hips, slapping her ass with my loins, pushing in to the hilt with each thrust.
She grunts, her body sliding up until her shoulders hit my wrists. And now I have her pinned in place. Every thrust goes deeper, her cries grow louder. My vision blurs.
I fuck her fast and hard, making the bed slam against the wall, the mattress bounce with our weight.
Bailey’s making those porn sounds and my balls are drawn up so tight I can feel them in my low belly. My thighs shake. My teeth descend but I vow not to bite her.
Even though her bare shoulder practically begs me to.
“Bailey,” I croak.
“Oh my gawd, Cole.”
“You’d better fucking come when I do. Are you ready to come?”
“I don’t know,” she whimpers, reminding me she’s a virgin. She’s never finished with a cock inside her before.
That’s enough for me to get my bearings, close my mouth around the teeth and focus on her pleasure. I pull out and she whimpers.
I grab her hips and lift them until her knees come beneath her to support her. When she tries to stand on her hands, I push her torso back down. “Ass up, Pink.” I slap one buttcheek and stand on my knees behind her. I push into her juicy entrance again and grip her hips so I can fuck hard.
I get deeper this time and it’s glorious. I can’t slow down to enjoy it though. The moment I’m in, it’s over for me. My fingers dig into her flesh and I pound into her, forgetting to be gentle. Forgetting she’s a virgin.
Worst of all, forgetting she’s human. If I hurt her, it will last.
She soaks my cock, though. And when I yell, now, she comes all over it, her muscles pulsing around my length as I shoot my load into the condom.
My teeth leak the serum wolves use to permanently mark their mates, but I keep my mouth closed, my canines away from her flesh.
We both pant, our bodies still locked together, a sheen of perspiration coating our skin. Fuck, I think I was way too rough with her. I pull out and dispose of the condom, then find a washcloth, wet it and bring it back.
Bailey’s collapsed onto her belly on the towel on the bed, her naked body a glorious sight. I wipe between her legs and up her ass crack, cleaning off the lube and juices.
“Talk to me, Pink.” I roll her over.
She blinks up at me, contentedness radiating from her. “I’m good. So good. Are you?”
Relief pours through me. “So good,” I agree, falling down beside her.
And it’s true. For the first time since my mom left, probably since long before that, I’m soaring. Happy. Fulfilled.
Like I just found my calling and it’s making Bailey Sanchez scream.
Chapter 13
Bailey
I wake up every time I stir in the night because I become instantly aware of the large, muscled boy-man lying beside me. I mean wolf-man.
It’s a pleasant awareness. Every time I roll over, he shifts, too. Following me. Tossing a thick arm over my waist and pulling me back against him.
I’m spooning with Cole Muchmore.
If anyone told me this moment would happen a month ago, I would’ve laughed in their face.
When morning comes, I wake to find Cole propped on his forearm, staring down at me.
“Oh! Um, hi.” I cover my mouth with my hand to hide my morning breath.
“Hi.”
“How long have you been, ah, studying me?”
“I don’t know. A while.” His brows are furrowed.
“Are you worried about me knowing? You know, about the wolf thing?”
He draws in a slow breath. “Not about you. But yeah, kind of. Trying to figure out what I’m going to say if Winslow and his friends tell the alpha about what happened last night.” He rubs his jaw. “I don’t think they will. They shouldn’t have fucked with you like they did. They’d be punished for that. It’s forbidden to alert the human world to our existence and cornering and attacking a girl at a playground is kind of a violation of that law.” He traces one of my eyebrows with his thumb and I melt.
“Who’s the alpha?” I ask.
Cole’s lips purse together and he doesn’t speak for a moment. “I trust you, Bailey, but I think I should shut up about all the inner workings of the pack.”
I try to hide the hurt those words bring. I almost would prefer alpha-hole Cole saying, Shut up, Pink. Sincere Cole, honest Cole, flays me alive. Because even though we’re getting closer emotionally, he’s still holding us apart. He thinks he has to.
And maybe he does.
“How’s your foot today?” He snatches the blankets off me, then growls, his eyes flashing yellow as they sweep over my bare body. “You’re naked.”
“So are you.” My face heats but I rake his body over with my eyes, too. He’s like one of those marble statues of the Greek Gods. Solid muscle. Beautiful.
Then he sees my foot and the moment’s over because it’s swollen up and purple. “Fuck, Bailey! Is this what happens with humans? It gets worse before it gets better?”
“What happens with shifters?” I ask, but I’m already remembering how quickly he healed from the beating his dad gave him. Now it makes sense.
“Almost everything heals overnight.” He gingerly picks up my foot and licks the puncture wound. I sure am glad for his sake we showered.
“Does that help?”
He shrugs. “I hope so. Our saliva has some healing properties.” He gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom. When he returns, he has a glass of water and more ibuprofen. I pop the pills and swallow.
Cole crawls over me. “What about the rest of you, Pink? Sore?” He brushes his thumb between my legs.
A shiver runs through me. “A little tender.”
“Let’s see how your ass fared.” He rolls me over. “Nothing!” he exclaims gleefully. “Your ass has shifter healing abilities.”
I giggle until he slaps me and I swallow the sound with my gasp.
“I still owe you a punishment, Pink, for wearing those goddamn shorts to school.” He slaps me again, this time catching more of the back of my thigh and I squeal.
“Ouch! That hurt, dammit.”
He slaps my cheek. “Funny how that works.” He drops to his butt on the bed, leaning against the headboard. “Lie over my lap like a naughty human, and I’ll show you what happens when you make a wolf jealous.”
“Why would you be jealous?” I protest, but his dominance sends thrills of excitement through me and I climb up to get in position, even as I argue with him. His cock juts out between his thighs, stiff and angry-looking.
After last night, I’m emboldened about my ability to give head. I mean, basically I was just a receptacle for his dick, right? Not much to it. I kneel beside his lap and grab the base to give the head a lick.
“Oh fates,” Cole curses. “What are you doing?” His voice sounds strangled.
“I would think it was obvious.” I lower my mouth over his length, taking him in
to the pocket of my cheek and stroking my tongue around the side.
He pinches one of my nipples and tugs. “Are you trying to make it up to me?” His breath is coming quick and hard now, his cock strains in my fist. He smacks my ass, then grips the cheek hard. “Trying to get out of your punishment?”
“Never,” I purr and slide my mouth over his cock again, taking him a little deeper.
“Good girl,” he growls and pushes my head down too fast. I choke and back up quickly. “Sorry,” he mutters, but pushes me again, this time gripping my hair to pull me back at the last second before I choke. It’s unbelievably hot to me. I moan around his dick, which seems to get him even more excited. He starts pushing and pulling my head faster. “Take it, Pink. Take my big angry cock. Because this erection is all for you, baby. You’ve made me hard since the day you moved in wearing those cutoff jean shorts you had on last night. And that really pissed me off.”
He grips my hair even tighter, pushes and pulls my head with brutal force. I hear the frustration in his voice, the anger. The desperation.
“I wanted to put you on your knees and stuff your mouth with my cock every fucking night. I wanted to stuff your ass with my cock.”
His words shock me as much as they turn me on. If I hadn’t seen the other side of Cole yet, I’d be afraid right now, but I’m sure of him. He doesn’t push even though he talks a mean game.
“I smell your arousal, baby. You can’t hide shit from a wolf. Every time you get turned on, I know it. Right now, you’re dripping for me.”
I moan around his cock again and he growls, his jerks becoming erratic. He pulls me off just before he comes, pumping his cock with his own hand as he spurts all over himself.
“Fuck, Bailey. That mouth is insane.” He grabs the top sheet and quickly mops up the mess. “Now I want that ass right here.” He points to his lap with his cockiest grin.
I’m flushed with heat and beyond excited, but I guess I’m feeling ornery, too. “Make me,” I taunt.
He chuckles. “Easy.” And it is easy for him. One tug and I’m over his lap. He pins both my wrists behind my back and spanks me ten times fast.
I whimper because it was a little more than what I bargained for.
Cole puts his fingers between my legs and strokes slowly over my soaking folds. “You like to feel my strength, Pink? Or do you even realize how much stronger shifters are than humans?”
It hadn’t fully sunk in until that moment, but I suddenly remember every time he’s lifted me and carried me with zero effort.
And yeah. It does turn me on.
“That’s why sports are so big at Wolf Ridge!” I exclaim, just realizing it, and he laughs.
“That’s why, baby. We have to hold back and pretend to lose half the time.”
I want to ruminate more about that, but Cole starts spanking me again, another set of ten that sets my ass on fire. “You’re serious about this spanking,” I gasp when he finishes.
He chuckles and kneads my ass. “Definitely. This ass was made for spanking, Bails. And I was made to spank it.”
He slides two fingers into me. I’m definitely still a little sore, but it also feels wonderful. I hike my hips up to take him deeper. Of course he has to go for my asshole then too. He pushes the little button, making me clench and squeeze. He removes his fingers and starts spanking me again. My ass is hot now. Tingling. Definitely smarting, but the pain only amps up my desire. He continues with this game, finger-fucking me, then spanking for two more rounds, until I’m wriggling and moaning over his lap. I want him to finish me now. Make me come.
“Cole,” I plead. “I want you inside me.”
He slaps me extra hard. “Oh yeah?” His voice has that thick, raspy quality that tells me he’s losing control, too.
“Only place you’re going to take my cock is in that ass. Are you ready for that, pretty girl?”
Um…
How would I know? Yesterday I didn’t know how to give a blowjob or what it’s like having my cherry popped. Maybe I should get all my firsts over at once. Give them all to Cole Muchmore. Hasn’t he proven himself worthy of them?
“Okay.” My voice quakes.
“Yeah?” Cole sound surprised, but he springs instantly into action. He lifts me off him and arranges me in the center of the bed with two pillows under my hips. And that’s when he begins the worship of my ass. Squeezing it, rubbing, pulling my cheeks apart and licking my anus. He fingers me while he licks my ass. He spanks me. He spanks my pussy!
I’m breathing hard, rolling my hips from side to side, humping the pillows. Cole dribbles lube between my cheeks and rubs it around my asshole. He pushes until one of his fingers, maybe his thumb, breaches the tight ring and enters me. I moan. It’s intense.
And embarrassing!
I reach between my legs and find my clit.
“That’s it, Pink. You pleasure your pussy, and I’ll take your ass.”
I moan my agreement. Gradually I get used to the sensation of having his digit inside me, filling and stretching me. Just when I’m starting to really enjoy it, though, he removes it.
I heard the slick of more lube rubbing over flesh, probably his cock, and he pushes at my entrance.
I whine and squeeze my eyes closed.
“Bailey, take it. Stop resisting, baby.”
I don’t know what he means, but I take a deep breath and force myself to relax on the exhale. It works, because he starts to stretch me wide.
“Ow...” I protest. The stretch burns a little.
Cole drops more lube to the place we’re connected and eases forward more. The moment his head is in, I feel relief. The rest of his cock is easier, although the intensity of being so full, so filled, overwhelms me.
“Are you using those fingers, Bails?”
I like his new nickname for me. I start working my fingers again between my legs. My pussy is swollen and gushing wet. My own fingers slip in without me even meaning to fuck myself with them. I press the heel of my hand over my clit and dip them in over and over again.
Cole holds my hips and buttfucks me. There’s something enormously humiliating about it. And the equal parts discomfort and pleasure make it seem to go perfectly with spanking—a punishment. Cole’s owning me with every stroke. Showing me he’s boss. He’s in control and there’s nothing I can do about it.
I don’t mean truthfully; I know without a shadow of a doubt he’d stop if I asked.
But that’s the game we’re playing.
The game we both love.
He puts a little more force into it, bumping my hot buttcheeks with his loins when he goes in. He stays in and gives short, quick pumps, bumping me every time.
I want to come. I’m past ready, but it’s harder with my ass stretched wide. I usually tighten everything up when I orgasm, but I don’t dare with his cock buried inside me.
Cole’s breath grows ragged. His fingers dig into my hips. “The naughty little human is getting her ass fucked hard, now, isn’t she?” His rough voice comes from a million miles away. I’m already halfway in orbit.
“Whose cock are you taking like a good girl, Pink? Who owns this ass?”
“Cole’s! You do.” I’m babbling too. We’re both drowning in the dirty talk and the incredible intensity of the act. My ass definitely belongs to him and I feel thoroughly punished. Naughty and also redeemed. Cherished and desired.
He pulls out and comes all over my ass. I shove my fingers in my pussy and come all over them.
And then Cole’s lips are all over my back, across my shoulders, at my neck. I love this part as much as the rest of it. Without it, I might question my own sanity for letting a guy degrade me. But this is when he’s grateful and giving. He makes sure I’m okay. Takes care of me.
I know this even before he rolls me over and peers into my eyes with that watchful intensity. “You good?”
I nod, happily. “Really good.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Me too.”
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Cole
I feel like I just had a personality transplant. I’m cheerful and happy. Optimistic about the possibilities the future might hold for once. We get up and I work on erasing the evidence of our presence in the cabin—changing the sheets on the bed, and throwing this set in the washing machine. I can come back and put them in the dryer later. Or stay. I guess Bailey can and should drive herself home. Alone.
I don’t want to be separated from her, though.
I walk her out to her car, my fingers laced loosely through hers. “I don’t want to let you go home. I want to tie you to that bed and keep you here forever.” Bailey’s gaze shines with wonder. I stroke the backs of my fingers across her cheek.
I want to give her something that means something to match what she just gave to me, but I have nothing, so I settle for my kiss.
It’s a good one. Open mouthed but slow. Full of promise and praise. I don’t want to stop kissing her, but I know she needs to get home.
I open her door and watch her slide in behind the wheel. “I’m climbing in your window tonight,” I blurt as I shut the door.
She laughs and rolls down the window.
“I’m serious. You’d better leave it open for me.” I point a stern finger. “I’m gonna be needing to get inside you again on an urgent basis. Like every fucking night. Understand?”
When she looks doubtful, I lean in on the window frame. “It’s happening. I’m gonna climb in your window and hold my hand over your mouth while I fuck you from behind. Your mama will never know I was there.”
She blushes. “Jesus, Cole!”
I love when I shock her.
“Leave it open,” I warn again and walk toward the cabin.
I turn around at the door to watch her start the engine and leave. Only after her car is completely out of sight do I go back in and finish tidying up.
Then I strip out of Austin’s clothes, fold them neatly back up and lock the cabin. My truck is still back on the mesa, and now I have to run in wolf form in the daylight.
I’ll catch hell if anyone sees me, but it was more than worth it.