Wen

by Laurann Dohner

  “Goddamn you!” She knew he'd exposed her from the waist down. She wasn't wearing anything under her robe. “Let go.” She was turned on, wanting him, but it was a bad idea. “Stop it!”

  “I haven't even begun.” Some of his temper faded from his harsh tone but he showed his fangs. They were intimidating as hell and a little scary to see. He actually opened his mouth more and ran his tongue over the sharp tips. “Be still. I don't want to cut you by accident.”

  Her mouth parted, wondering what the hell that meant, but then he bent, sitting on his ass on the floor to lower himself. His hold on her thighs tightened and he jerked her entire body closer to the edge of the mattress. It put her pussy right under his nose.

  “Don't you dare,” she whispered.

  He had the nerve to wink. “I've wanted to do this forever.”

  She stiffened and stopped trying to squirm away the second he lowered his face and his hot breath fanned her lower region. It was something right out of one of the more sexual dreams she'd had about Wen. Of course, she hadn't expected to feel the front of his fangs pressed to either side of her clit, giving him easier access to it. The first lick of his raspy tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves had her tightening her hold on his arms.

  He growled and his tongue vibrated against the spot that was the most receptive to pleasure.

  “I hate you,” she moaned.

  His response was to growl deeper and wiggle his tongue against her clit. She released his arms and clawed at the bed. It felt too good to fight. None of her ex-boyfriends could do what Wen was doing. Only he could pull off oral sex while doing an impression of a vibrator at the same time. She panted, trying to remember not to buck her hips in case he cut her with his fangs down there. It would probably hurt.

  Her nipples beaded tight under the terrycloth robe, making them overly sensitive, and the soft material suddenly felt rough. Heat spread through her belly as pleasure shot from her clit directly to her brain. She was going to come hard and almost embarrassingly fast, since Wen wasn't wasting time with foreplay. Every muscle felt as though it was rigid and her back arched off the bed.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, then bit down on her lower lip to stop talking.

  Wen growled deeper, probably loud enough for her neighbors to hear, but she didn't give a damn. The climax tore through her. It was brutal and fierce, so intense she couldn't think, just wonder if she'd survive because all the blood seemed to rush to her brain, almost blowing it.

  It took her a moment to come down from the high, and she realized she was being flipped over. Material ripped as Wen stripped her of the robe in the process. She was sweating and the air felt chilly after being wrapped in the warm material. Her knees hit the carpet and she was bent over the bed until her hips were pushed tight against the side of the mattress. The distinct sound of his zipper mixed with the harsh breathing from both of them.

  She should protest but she didn't. She wanted him. Gerri turned her head, flipping some of her damp hair out of her face. Wen was on his knees behind her. His eyes were bright blue and glowing. It was a reminder of what he'd said about them doing that when he was turned on. They were absolutely beautiful, and so was he.

  Her gaze lowered as he shoved down his pants. It wasn't a surprise that he didn’t wear underwear. The size of his cock was slightly scary. He was thick, long, and incredibly hard. The only thing that drew her attention from it was when he reached up and tugged his shirt off, tossing it aside. All that tan skin was revealed, and the sight of his eight-pack abs was stare worthy. Everything about Wen was big and intimidating. Sexy.

  “I'll be gentle.” His voice was gruff, more animalistic than human.

  She faced forward and closed her eyes, trying to relax. “You better be,” she got out. “You're huge.”

  “Flattery will get you everything with me.”

  His hand braced next to her shoulder and he pressed against her back. He was hot but it was skin, not fur, so he completely kept his human form. She was grateful for that because some VampLycans could beast out a bit during sex. She'd walked in on her mother and stepfather once, something she wished she could forget. He'd been mostly human but had a shitload of hair, along with some extended jawline action going on, and fangs. She didn't want that with Wen.

  Wen used his knee to bump her inner thigh and she spread her legs more. “I wish you were bigger. You are so delicate, G.L.”

  He used his other hand to grab her hair, something she didn't expect, and bared one shoulder and the side of her neck. He leaned over and his lips brushed skin, kissing her. She relaxed even more, glad he wasn't just going to fuck her right off the bat. He used that same hand to reach between their hips and fondle her clit. She was wet, could feel how much so as he slid higher and one finger slowly breached her pussy.

  She moaned in response; it felt incredibly good as he tested to see if she was ready to take him. He didn't immediately withdraw but instead seemed intent on exploring her by sinking the digit in deeper. He twisted his finger so the tip of it rubbed and she moaned when he found the right spot. He stilled and rubbed it again. Gerri arched her ass to give him better access.

  “Got you, G.L.”

  She wondered what that meant, but then his finger withdrew and something far thicker rubbed against the seam of her sex. He found the entrance with the crown of his cock and pushed forward, breaching her pussy. It stretched to accommodate the girth of his shaft but she'd never taken someone his size before. It was a tight fit, and her head lowered until her forehead rested against her mattress. He was gentle, not going in fast, and allowed her to adjust to him until he was fully seated.

  “Fuck,” he growled, his mouth against her ear. “You're going to kill me.”

  “Ditto,” she moaned.

  He withdrew, but not totally, and pushed back in. He was rock hard and every nerve ending down there seemed to get hit as he filled her again. He stopped, growled low, and repeated the action a few more times until some of the tightness of their joining eased as her body grew familiar with him.

  She moaned again when he nipped her with his teeth along the curve of her shoulder. It wasn't painful. She was sure he didn't break the skin, but that jolt of his fangs added to the pleasure. She'd never guessed she liked being bitten, but then again, it was Wen.

  He did it again, a little to the right, closer to her throat as he picked up the pace of fucking her and adjusted the angle of his dick.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, understanding now why he'd said he got her. Every glide of his cock hit that spot he'd found with his finger. She'd heard about a G-spot but was suddenly a believer in its existence, if that intense feeling was any indication.

  He fucked her faster, harder, and she frantically reached for his hand still braced on the bed, needing that contact. She clung to him, wanted to move with him, but he kept her pinned down with the weight of his chest along her back. She could only take him and feel.

  Her vaginal muscles clamped around him right before she came. Her cries were muffled against the bed but Wen's snarl wasn't when he tore his mouth away from her shoulder, no longer nipping her skin. He gripped her hip in an almost bruising hold as he frantically fucked her. She felt it when he started coming. His dick throbbed strongly, almost a heartbeat pulsing against her vaginal walls, until he stilled. A slight feeling of pressure followed, small bursts of it, and then liquid heat spread inside her.

  Wen collapsed mostly on top of her but then seemed to remember he could smother her with his weight. He lifted up enough to make sure she could still draw air into her lungs. They both suffered from ragged breathing and sweat tickled her from where their bodies were still pressed together. It wasn't a surprise that sex with Wen would be nothing less than hot, messy, and mind-blowing.

  She waited for him to pull out when she felt his cock soften somewhat, but he didn't budge. Gerri finally lifted her head, opened her eyes, and looked at his face. He was turned away though, his hair hiding his features. Something on the w
all across the room seemed to hold his full attention.

  “Is my neighbor pressed up against the wall listening to us? I'm sure we put on quite an ear show for him.”

  Wen didn't respond.

  “Hello to Wen? Did you fall asleep?”

  “Shut up, Gerri,” he rasped. “Just don't talk right now.”

  That pissed her off. She struggled to lift up, and he shifted his weight enough to allow her to raise her chest off the bed. She braced her hands and shoved her ass back, hoping to dislodge him from his position over her.

  He hadn't been prepared for that. His dick slid out of her as he fell back, landing on his ass. She crawled up on the bed, ripping at the cover to twist it around her body as she rolled, glaring at him.

  “You fucked me. I told you this was a mistake. Don't you dare tell me to shut up if you regret it. Did you have to come inside me? You know I was worried about getting pregnant. Would it have killed you to pull out first?”

  She took in his features as she spoke, noticing the way he appeared a little worse for the wear. His jaw seemed off, a little too long, and his nose had a smashed appearance, wider than it should have been. The fangs were still present but his eyes weren't glowing anymore. They were pitch black. Hair had grown along his jawline and on parts of his cheeks.

  “What the hell? You went beast on me? You asshole!”

  He snarled and rolled, yanking up his pants as he struggled to his feet. He gave her his back as he tucked in his dick and zipped his fly closed. “Shut up, damn it. Give me a few minutes.”

  “I told you about my parents and the trauma I suffered after I caught them fucking. You thought it was funny but you agreed that was so wrong of him to go all half-shifted on her ass, literally. I can't believe you did that to me.”

  Wen tried again to force his body into submission. It wasn't listening. He'd never had that problem before and it made it worse, hearing Gerri rage at him. He didn't blame her for being upset. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore her. He centered his focus on his rapid heartbeat, slowing it.

  A soft object hit his back. It felt like one of her pillows. He smiled, grateful it wasn't something more solid, like one of her bedside lamps. He realized the humor helped when his face tingled, assuring him that his jaw had shifted back into a human position and the hair on his face had receded. Only Gerri would dare assault him with harmless sleeping paraphernalia. He ran his tongue along the top of his teeth to make sure his fangs had retracted. He took one more deep breath, opened his eyes, and turned.

  Gerri had most of her comforter hiding her body. She was on her knees, clutching the thick bedcover, and held another pillow she was about to pitch his way. Her hair was a mess of damp ringlets falling in disarray over both bared shoulders, even covering one of her eyes and half her face. She looked adorable and sexy as hell. His dick hardened.

  “I'm sorry.” He meant it.

  “Go to hell!”

  He was already there. Wondering what it would be like to take Gerri had always kept him awake at night, but the reality had been much better than anything he'd fantasized about. He was in deep shit, and man enough to admit it. He’d suspected she might be the one for him—but now he was pretty certain. He'd lost control of his body, and that was a first. It was also a sign, one that he desperately wanted to ignore.

  “I'm sorry,” he repeated.

  “Get out, Wen. I'm totally serious. You got your itched scratched and you regret it. Thanks for fucking me over, just like I knew you would. Now out!” She let the pillow fly.

  He dodged it by stepping sideways. His humor fled. “I don't regret it—and we're going to do it again.”

  He winced at her horrified expression. She'd enjoyed the sex as much as he had. He would never forget the sweet sounds she made while he fucked her and how good she felt, twitching as she came with his dick buried deep in that hot little pussy of hers. She could become his favorite addiction.

  She recovered enough to glare at him. “Out, Wen. Bye. Have a good life!”

  Gerri was never going to forgive him for those words he'd once spoken. That was the second time she'd thrown them in his face. He'd been young then and had no choice but to allow her to walk away. Times had changed. He couldn't exactly take her home with him but he had time before he had to return to Alaska. Every minute would be spent with her.

  “I had to get control of my body. I didn't mean to partially change. The sex was that great. I needed silence to do it, needed to block you out.” He wasn't going to elaborate more.

  “So that was an accident? You accidently went all beastly on me and whoops, you couldn't pull out either? You had me pinned, not the other way around.”

  “You need to smell like me. I planned on the second part. I marked you from the inside.”

  She turned her head, looking for a weapon. The paperback book on her nightstand was her choice. She flung it at him. He threw up his hand to easily defect it. It bounced off his palm and hit the floor. That seemed to irritate her more as she huffed, searching for something else as she yanked open the nightstand drawer. He tensed, hoping she didn't have a gun. It wouldn't kill him but a bullet would hurt.

  The object she withdrew stumped him. It was bright pink and plastic. “What the hell is that?”

  “A rabbit.” She pitched it at him.

  He caught it and studied the strangely shaped object. He wasn't familiar with sex toys but it didn't take a genius to figure out what it was. A grin split his face as he arched his eyebrows. “Is this a hint?” He took a step closer as his thumb pressed against a button. It turned the thing on and the vibrations made him laugh. “Nice. I've never used one on someone before but I'm willing to give it a try.”

  “Oooooh!” she yelled, and almost fell off her bed when she tried to get out of it, still tangled with the comforter.

  He was ready to lunge forward to prevent her from hitting the carpet, but she caught her own balance before the need arose. He kept back, turning off the sex toy so it went silent and still.

  “I'll mark you,” she muttered. “I wish I had a whip or a belt. You need your ass beaten.”

  He laughed, tossing the toy on the bed a safe distance from her. “That sounds kinky but I'm not into that. Are you?”

  “You spank me and I'll rip off your nuts.” She pointed a finger at him. “You’re pissing me off. I don’t think you’re being charming.”

  He lifted his hands and schooled his features. “Calm down.”

  “I will once you leave.”

  “I missed how unreasonable you can be. It's cute.”

  “Oh, I've got cute for you.” She suddenly dropped the comforter, streaking naked into the bathroom. The door slammed before he could react, a lock clicking into place.

  He walked to it but didn't kick it open. The sound of water coming on had him clenching his teeth. She was showering to remove his scent. He'd bet she planned to wash all of him away too. He lifted a hand and fisted it, knocking. “Stop it, Gerri.”

  “Fuck off!”

  He'd replace the doorknob. He gripped it firmly and twisted, applying enough strength that the cheap thing didn’t stand a chance. He didn't want to damage the door or the frame.

  He strode inside the bathroom and found Gerri about to step into the glass shower stall. The sight of her naked played hell with his already active libido. He wanted her again. The fact that she cursed, grabbing a towel to wrap around her to hide her body, wasn't lost on him.

  “You're so rude.”

  “You're angry because what we experienced frightened you. I understand. I know you too well…but you know me too, G.L. You're panicking and acting this way trying to avoid the truth.” He purposely used the nickname to remind her of the past. “I didn't mean to lose control. I wasn't prepared for that either. I damn near bit you. That's why I wanted you to be silent. The urge was still there. You have no idea how close I came to drawing blood.”

  She stumbled, taking a step back but forgetting about the lip of the shower sta
ll behind her.

  He moved fast, one arm wrapping around her waist and jerking her against his body to save her from slamming against tile. It put them flush together, and she stared into his eyes. He watched emotions flicker in hers, astonishment and then growing wariness. She shook her head but clutched at his biceps with both hands, clinging to him instead of attempting to push him away.

  “I wanted to taste your blood in the worst way.” He hated to admit it.

  “Your kind only does that during sex to see if you found your mate. That urge is rare.”

  “You do remember.”

  She closed her eyes and he was surprised when she leaned her face forward, resting it against his chest. She felt right in his arms, despite their size difference. He tightened his hold by wrapping his other arm around her.

  “You can't do that, Wen.” Her soft voice was hard to hear over the shower, but he did.

  “I know.”

  “Your family would never accept me. Maybe at one time, but not now.”

  The loss of his older brother had been heartbreaking, but so was the truth of her words. “I’ve mentioned that.”

  She turned her face, pressing her cheek against him. The feel of her warm tears wasn't expected. He reached out and turned off the water. The silence, with only their breathing in the small room, seemed amplified. He wrapped his arm around her waist again, wishing it would comfort them both.

  “What if you had bitten me and discovered I tasted right?” She sniffed and released his arms, wrapping them around his waist instead.

  “You know the answer.”

  “You would have to claim me.”

  “I'd have damned you into becoming a target of my family's wrath.”

  “This is all kinds of fucked up.”

  He smiled but it was with bitterness. “Yes, it is. I'm so sorry.”

  “Me too.”

  She sniffed again and wiggled, releasing him. He let her go as she turned away, hiding her face. She avoided looking at him in the mirror when she bent over the sink, splashing water on her face. She used a hand towel hanging next to it to pat all the water away. She finally straightened and turned, meeting his gaze again.