by Calin, Ana
“Begin,” he commands. “On your knees, and take him in your mouth.”
I turn my back to him, slowly, hearing my own breath inside my head. I try to focus on Conan, and forget about the spectators behind me. His loving gaze set on my face helps. He whispers, very low,
“Trust me.” He leans his beautiful face closer. “I love you.”
He leans to me as low as he can as I stand on my tiptoes, craning my neck to press my hot lips to his. God, they feel hard and cold like rock. I cup his strong jaw with my trembling hands, caressing my way to the back of his neck, needing him like air, my tongue sliding between his lips.
He opens his mouth, his tongue meeting mine. My blood starts to boil, and I forget my surroundings, caressing him all over. My hands glide down his shoulders to his pectorals, my fingers splayed to feel all of him, but then I feel crusty crevices under my palms. I break the deep kiss, looking down at cuts with dry blood.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers with his eyes half-closed. “Your touch is healing me.”
The blood no longer pours out of his wounds, the cuts healing right before my eyes.
“On your knees,” Lorenzo commands angrily from behind. He’s losing his patience—in the end, I imagine he didn’t come here to watch tender love-making, but dirty fuckery. I glance back to see him bent forward, pale blue eyes glinting like glass.
I bend down slowly until I feel the cold stone under my knees, the chains rattling as Conan moves. His naked cock is already engorged, ribbed and ready for me. I wrap my hand gently around it, making Conan pull at the chains, hissing with emotion. I move my head to the side just enough for Lorenzo to see the mighty member between Conan’s legs.
“I love how big you are,” I tell Conan, loud enough for Lorenzo and Cinzia to hear. “When you fucked me, I could feel you so deep.”
With my head still to the side I lick slowly around the engorged purple head, causing Conan to push his hips forward, taking in the pleasure and searching for the heat of my mouth. Hisses of excitement run through the gathered werewolves. One of them howls, but I know Lorenzo wouldn’t let any of them take me, because he fears a change of allegiance. I know I’m safe from rape, all they can do is watch and suffer because they can never have me.
I open my mouth and take the head of Conan’s dick inside, then lick it like it’s a lollipop, keeping my head in a position that allows the spectators to see everything.
Lorenzo intended to humiliate me by having me fucked in front of all his people, but his plan backfired deliciously, and I will make it even more delicious. Keeping one hand firmly on the root of Conan’s cock I move my mouth to his balls, sticking my tongue out to lick them.
I take my free hand to my butt, and hook one finger into the red lace thong, moving it aside and pushing my butt back to expose both my crack and my asshole. Wolves howl, starting to lose control, and forcing Lorenzo to call, “Quiet!” They obey, but I won’t make this easy on Lorenzo. I wrap my lips around Conan’s huge cock, slowly working my jaw wider and sliding down to the root. At the same time I sink my index finger inside my pussy, exposed in such a way that they can all see.
The wolves make noise, forcing Lorenzo to demand silence again, but then I take it up a notch and stick my thumb inside my ass. The wolves lose it, forcing Lorenzo to stand and shout orders at them. I can’t see what’s happening behind me, but I hear the commotion, the punches, the thuds, the cracking. Lorenzo and his most trusted wolves must be fighting to keep the others away from me, which gives me the chance to try and free Conan. But when I try to get up he says,
“Don’t stop.” He looks down at me with eyes that could eat me alive, a muscular god with encrusted blood all over him, in chains, waiting to be pleasured by me as if it can free him. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing, and it will save both of us. Just don’t stop.”
I glance behind only when I hear Cinzia moan, and discover her being fucked by two wolves in their shifted forms, and enjoying it. One is taking her mouth, claws in her dark hair, while the other slams into her pussy like there’s no tomorrow. A third one comes into the picture, ripping her red hood to pieces, and grabbing her breasts. She’s enjoying it like a nympho right now, but I have a feeling she’ll be hating herself tomorrow, which is the best revenge I can think of.
I look up at the man I’m serving on my knees, a god in chains. I rise up to my feet and practically climb up him, lowering my pussy down on his cock. I’m so wet that I can take him all in, my walls slick but tight around him. I hold on to the boulder-like muscles of his shoulders, sliding slowly up and down his length, our eyes locked with each other.
We must be quite a sight from behind, a little blonde with only a red lace bra around her tits riding a beast chained by his wrists and his ankles. A dirty show they can watch, but never touch, because it could mean that the little blonde fucking the beast becomes their new master. I hear Lorenzo screaming at them like a primadonna with hysteria, and I feel an urge to see him, to enjoy his despair, while taking my orgasm from my lover.
“Will you take me from behind,” I whisper to Conan, my face hot.
“Yes,” he whispers, completely taken with me. I kiss him deeply and climb down his firm body. I turn around, facing a mess of wolves and men.
The first thing that jumps out at me is Cinzia, completely naked and sweaty being roughly used by a man in leather who rubs his balls on her mouth.
Conan bends his knees to bring himself to the level of my naked buttocks. I bend forward and reach between my legs, guiding his mighty cock to my pussy. I’m sore from riding him, but also wet to my thighs, and needing to climax.
I push back on him until his god-like cock fills me, screaming with pain and pleasure. The wolves have stopped doing what they were doing and are now watching. I open my bra, letting my breasts bounce freely as I pump myself hard against Conan. Lorenzo watches with an open mouth and, the moment my eyes rest on his, I feel it.
Conan’s throbbing cock parts my walls, causing me an explosive orgasm. He spills his seed inside of me, but it’s more than that—it’s power, pure white, bright light shooting through every little vein in my body. I feel it prickling underneath the skin of my scalp, stretching the skin on my fingers, my bones, my fingernails.
“I. Will. You. My. Power.” With those words Conan pours all of his essence inside of me, growling his orgasm like a beast in a rage.
“No,” Lorenzo cries, stretching out his hand as if he wants to grab me. That’s the last thing I see before the bright white light penetrates every cell of my body, shutting down my brain.
Janine
WHEN I COME BACK TO myself, the place is bathed in complete silence. And darkness, at first. The room has tilted with me, and now I’m lying naked on my side on the cold stone floor, Conan’s seed trickling from between my folds onto my thigh. The moon has disappeared, as if the night swallowed it whole.
I push myself up onto my hands, trying to kick-start my brain, but the first organs that react are my ears. They adjust like the ears of a wolf, picking up on the breathing around. Then I catch scents, singling out wet dog fur, sweat, arousal, and a whole lot of fucking. And Lorenzo.
My nose curls as I sniff for his location. I get up to my feet—it’s much easier and smoother than I expected it to be after the wild way I fucked my lover. My sight clears as I follow the trail of Lorenzo’s scent, finding him on his knees, head down. I stare down at him in his black robe that makes him look so much like a raven.
“You should probably check on your lover,” he grunts without looking up at me. I can smell his body chemistry, and I translate it on some strange level—this isn’t a resigned man, it’s an angry one.
“Conan is fine.” I can feel him as if he’s part of my body. I know he’s behind me, and that he’s broken his chains. The power of his orgasm fueled him, and he shattered them with a roar just before I collapsed, and the hall went dark. Now he stands still behind me in the same spot, breathing steadily.
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You, on the other hand.” I start pacing around Lorenzo, my moves as sleek as a panther’s. Everything I do comes from some new and strange instinct. “You seem troubled.”
He laughs like a mad man, coming up on his knees and leaning his head back. I can see his face as if there were light in the hall, even though it’s pitch black. Another very strange new ability?
“The Reaper’s weapon,” Lorenzo grunts through his teeth. “It can only be earned or given. And he gave it to you. That’s what he’d planned all along, the fffffffucker. In the Witch Eyed Sisters’ chains he couldn’t shift or use the power, but he could transfer it to you. Then he used the momentum to break the chains. All of a sudden, there were two wielders of the secret weapon in the room.”
Before I can wrap my mind around this Conan takes over.
“You thought yourself the big strategist,” he says in his deep, sexy voice that fills the stone hall. “When in truth you were being a fool.”
“You played me like a fucking idiot,” Lorenzo growls. “You asked to make love to her one last time so that you could give her your power. And since she is your bonded mate, she shares it with you.” His whole body shakes with the nervous laugh of a madman. “Now she can suck the strength from every werewolf in this room. We could kill her, if she were alone, but with you to back her up....”
I look down at myself as I become aware of what happened. Jesus! I have long, wolfish fingers and claws, my skin like taut, smooth leather. Fuck, I’m a beast! I turn around swiftly and see myself reflected in Conan’s eyes—a nymph made of black leather, only her hair shining white. The long dark claws seem made of sharp bone.
“Jesus Christ,” I whisper.
Conan caresses my face, staring at me full of love. There are tears in his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful, Janine Kovesi,” he drawls. “Queen of the Werewolves.”
A rustle goes through the entire hall, and werewolves fall to their knees.
“The Reaper’s secret weapon,” Conan explains, taking my hand and lacing his fingers with mine, “is the ability to suck the power out of werewolves. He left it in a chalice in his abandoned hideout two hundred years ago, and I think he did it on purpose—to sow discord between the two leaders hunting him down, Lorenzo and me.”
“But,” I mutter. “That means that he, The Reaper, also has this power.”
“No, because The Reaper is a serpent. Only werewolves can make use of this ability.” He smiles at me. “Or a werewolf’s bonded mate.”
I look at myself again, staggered. I barely even dare to ask, “Am I now a werewolf now?” My voice is a mere whisper.
“Not exactly, but.... The Old Lore that I studied after I got the power said that in the very unlikely case a Fated Female received this ability, she would become a shape-shifter, but that she would shift only on full-moon nights.” He looks at Lorenzo. “That’s why I asked to have Janine again tonight.”
A nasty growl breaks out of Lorenzo’s chest. Something has changed about him, but I can’t put my finger on what until he bares his teeth that morph into fangs. His eyes start glowing, and dark thorns push out of his skin until I realize it’s thick, bristly black fur. He grows bigger while he’s in the air, throwing himself at me.
In a split second the wolf form of Conan springs to life, as if rolling out of his skin, scattering it in the process. The two big wolves meet midair, slamming into each other, then falling to the ground like a huge clump of fur.
“Conan,” I cry as they break apart but span to attack again, fangs bared and claws curved. They’re ready to slice each other’s throats.
“She may have the ability to drain the wolves of their power,” Lorenzo hisses, his words barely understandable if it weren’t for my new shape-shifter senses. “But I will take you down with me, Conan Wolf, if it’s the last thing I do.” He addresses his men. “Take her down!”
But none of them reacts.
“They just witnessed the birth of a queen,” Cinzia says. “They won’t attack her, at least not until you win this fight, Lorenzo.”
She hovers in a corner with some guy’s jacket around her. Her hair is messy, but her cheeks are bright, and you know what? She seems satisfied, and even smiles when she looks at me.
A thud against the wall makes my head snap in its direction, the ground shaking under us. Lorenzo has thrown Conan against the wall. I move toward them, but Conan shoots back to his feet so fast a gust of air hits my face.
“No, my queen.” He advances on Lorenzo. “This one’s mine.”
They move around each other in a circle, focused, not even blinking as they take one smooth step at a time.
“I could have gotten over anything you might have done to me,” Conan says. “But you wanted to humiliate Janine and break her spirit by using her in the dirtiest ways. For that I’ll make your death particularly careful.”
I can sense their power radiating off their devil-like bodies, Conan a huge muscular brown beast, and Lorenzo a long, lean animal with black spiked fur. He loses the stare-down and his patience, launching himself at Conan, who sidesteps his punch, sending an upper cut right under his chin.
Lorenzo’s jaw cracks, and he growls in excruciating pain. He stumbles forward, Conan moving out of his way. He flashes behind Lorenzo, grabs his furry neck and drives him full-force into the wall. I wince at the bang, chunks of bare stone smashing against the ground, Lorenzo’s limp body falling over them. There’s a hole in the wall where his head drilled through. Fuck, Conan is one hell of a beast.
He lifts Lorenzo off the ground, displaying him like a hanging rag to his own men.
“This is what is left of your leader.” He morphs back into a human as he speaks out loud. “A semi-unconscious stray dog with blood dripping out of his split mouth. If you choose to follow him regardless, you’re free to join him in the dungeons under the Doge’s palace, because we’re retaking them, and that’s where he’s going. But if you wish to replace your loyalties, this is the time to do it.”
Wolves exchange glances with each other, but decide to step forward and kneel down one by one. Just as the last and most hesitant-looking shifter steps forward to bend the knee, Lorenzo snaps out of his lethargy and slashes his claws at Conan’s throat with a war cry.
Time stands still, and the blood freezes in my veins. My mouth opens slowly as the moment stretches into an eternity, and I’m certain this is it. No one will have the time to intervene before those rough black claws slide across my lover’s throat. I watch those claws as they pierce skin and muscle, blood swelling out, coating them.
But something doesn’t fit. It’s not the amount of bleeding you would expect from a sliced throat. I focus on the wound—it’s not Conan’s throat, but his forearm. He’s blocked Lorenzo’s attack, and now he glares at him with bloodlust in his red eyes.
I can see the decision in his stare before he makes it. He throws Lorenzo to the wall, pins him there with a knee on his stomach, then grabs his head in both of his huge hands, and pulls.
My head snaps away from the carnage as blood squirts out of the black wolf’s throat, where his head used to be—Conan ripped it off his shoulders. Gasps and hisses ring out among the gathered wolves, some of them shifting and howling. Slowly, the moon creeps back in through the opening above the place where Conan had been hanging in chains. The eclipse is over.
CHAPTER VI
Janine
I can’t say I’m surprised when Cinzia knocks on my door.
“I’ve been expecting you.” I’ve just emerged out of a hot bath, and steam floats into the room from behind me. I’m towel-drying my hair as I invite her to move away from the door and come closer.
“I, I wanted to apologize.” She wrings her hands in front of her lap.
“For what?” I throw the towel on the bed, and strip off the bathrobe in front of her, reaching for the satin nightgown. “Betraying both Conan and me, or for wanting to watch me being humiliated in front of multiple men.”
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“You know what?” I turn around, sliding the nightgown over my head. I let her have a good view of my naked body as I do it, the body that Conan loves. “I can’t understand how come you’re still alive. Conan killed Lorenzo without even blinking, and yet he let you live.”
“I’m a woman, that’s my only advantage,” she says. “That’s why he didn’t kill me.”
“Well, I don’t share his sensitivity to women. I could still have your head.”
“You have every reason to hate me, Queen of the Werewolves, and I understand that you do.”
“Queen of the... Never mind.” I walk to the table on the balcony—we’re at Lorenzo’s palazzo, now that his werewolves are basically my subjects—and pour myself some tea. The breeze is pleasant, the cozily lit gondolas and the lovers’ bridge make for an exquisite atmosphere, but I can’t enjoy them as I normally would. I still have to recover from the shock.
“But please understand,” Cinzia says, following me to the balcony, “Lorenzo Piovra didn’t leave me a choice.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t buy that.” I lean against the wrought iron banister with a cup of tea in my hand. “You told Conan something completely different. That you did it out of spite, for revenge because he preferred me to you.”
“But Lorenzo had also discovered the establishment. He would have killed me and all of my Witch Eyed Sisters if I didn’t help him. Now circumstances have changed, and if you choose to kill me, that’s fine. But please spare the rest of the Order.”
“You surely understand that I can never trust the Witch Eyed Sisters again.”
She doesn’t reply, just keeps her head down. I narrow my eyes, trying to read her motives.
“You and your sisters, you don’t really know loyalty, do you? You’re just going along with the most powerful.”
“With all due respect, the most powerful could easily destroy us. What would you have had the Order do when Lorenzo came? What do you think would have happened if we refused to help?”