Just Like Animals: A Werelock Evolution Series Standalone Novel

by Hettie Ivers

  “Raul won’t hurt you,” the foreign manny-mafia-man holding my head said. “He just needed to calm down.”

  Oh.

  Right. That made perfect sense. Raul liked to bite people when he got anxious. I remembered it now—how he was orally fixated and that I’d decided earlier it must be his go-to PTSD response to bite people.

  I’d overreacted. It was just a love bite.

  A love bite on the thigh was hot.

  As was the sensation of Raul’s fingers as they resumed moving inside of me, and the scent of so many big, powerful men surrounding me—the notion that multiple pairs of male eyes were possibly about to watch me orgasm again on a little metal table in a crowded nightclub.

  It all felt so dangerous. Yet at the same time, the unseen men around me made me feel safe. I could pretend they really were international mannies entrusted with the care of special-needs children.

  Or vicious criminals entrenched in the Brazilian mafia.

  Either way, I’d later claim to have been suffering bite-induced PTSD hysteria myself for taking up a breathy chant of “fuck me, Raul” when his thumb began flicking my slippery clit.

  Accent-manny groaned in my ear as my dress was shredded straight down the middle. And then I was wrenched away from his hold on my head altogether as my body slid forward, my hips were lifted off the table, and my spread legs were pulled up around Raul’s waist. The fat head of his cock pushed into me without further preamble, and as slick and turned on as I was, it was still an uncomfortably tight fit.

  Hallelujah!

  I always told my female patients that size didn’t matter, that it all came down to skill and the right chemistry. But it did. It so fucking did.

  Raul’s fingers dug into my ass cheeks, raising me higher and holding me steady as he grunted and thrust forward, pushing deeper.

  I gasped at the delicious burn, and my heavy eyelids flew open.

  I might’ve been delirious with lust, and this public sex situation all kinds of twisted wrong, but I wasn’t about to miss the sight of Raul Caro, my best friend’s super-hot, totally off-limits older brother, former neighborhood manwhore, and despoiler of innocent babysitters—who was presently either a really important manny or a dangerous mob boss—as he rammed the length of that huge, infamous penis of his inside me for the first time.

  I just didn’t count on his eyes glowing a shade other than brown back at me when I gazed up at him. Or on seeing two long, sharp canines extend farther than the rest of his front teeth as his lips pulled back and he growled down at me.

  And I definitely didn’t expect him to sink those dagger teeth straight into my left tit as that legendary cock of his penetrated me to the hilt in one fast, fluid movement.

  6

  Raul

  Pure. Fucking. Heaven.

  So tight. So wet.

  That grip! Her pussy felt like a damn fist as it squeezed around me.

  Devouring me. Claiming me.

  I claimed her right back.

  My canines had never known such bliss. If it were possible for canines to orgasm, then mine had just shot the load of the century into Bethany’s perfect breast.

  My cock had never felt so hard, so long and swollen. It was as if my wolf was aiming to root as deeply as inhumanly possible inside of our woman.

  My woman. My Bethy.

  Human Bethy.

  Fragile Bethy!

  Oh, fuck.

  I caught the sound of a muffled whimper. Her heartbeat—it was so loud and fast. I could feel the pulse of it in my mouth. The smell of fear had mingled with the scent of her arousal.

  I forced my canines to withdraw. I kept my feral eyes closed as my hands ran soothingly over her soft form—which had gone stiff beneath me.

  Please be okay. Please be okay.

  Gently, I sucked the bite wound on her breast to heal it, and a strange taste filled my mouth. I ran my tongue over my retracting canines and tasted the same.

  Shit. Did that mean something?

  What did that mean? I vaguely recalled tasting something similar after my wolf had bitten her thigh.

  I kept sucking, trying to figure it out. And she started moaning again. And clenching around my cock. I really needed her to stop that while I was trying to restrain my inner beast—and failing.

  My hips jerked forward. Then pulled back. I gripped her thighs and pressed forward again, forcing myself to go slower this time.

  She arched her pelvis up to meet me, and I wanted to shout with happiness and relief. When she clenched around me once more, tighter than before, I was back to trying to restrain my beast nature as I thrust hard and fast into the cradle of her beautiful thighs.

  Jesus H, the woman knew how to work her Kegels. Sweet, fragile Bethy was owning my dick, even as she was the one getting plowed by a powerful werelock. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever known.

  And I was keeping her. I was killing her fiancé and I was keeping her.

  I moved inside her like she was already mine, giving her everything I had. And she took it. Like a boss.

  I shifted her leg higher, changing the angle of my entry. She bit her lip and moan-squealed. She was making her breathy, I-need-to-come noises again, only louder now.

  I was ready to explode.

  “Oh, yes … oh, God, Raul …” She gasped my name and started clenching around me like a fist again, staking her claim as her release was broadcast to everyone within supernatural hearing and scenting range.

  And I lost it.

  My canines fully extended. My feral eyes opened and held her bleary, euphoric gaze as I pounded into her tight, strangling channel, fucking her through her orgasm without pause or care for her human frailty—or the fact that I was baring my true animal nature to her—as I chased my own release.

  I felt my balls tightening up. A tingling sensation that had nothing to do with werelock magic ran the length of my spine and a rush of semen shot through my shaft as I rode Bethany’s writhing body toward a completion I realized in that moment I’d been searching for my whole adult life.

  Yet as out of control as I felt, I wasn’t so far gone that I actually allowed myself to seize that completion. Not fully. Not yet.

  I wasn’t wearing a condom. Despite the many promises to Mateus I’d broken, there was one rule instilled in me long ago by my biological father that I had yet to abandon—even though I knew it no longer made sense to hold onto it, given my werelock ability to avoid disease and thwart pregnancy.

  Gritting my teeth and fighting against my wolf, I squeezed the base of my erection as I pulled from the wet, pulsating heaven of Bethany’s velvet sheath and shot my load across her stomach and breasts.

  The pounding bass of club music couldn’t compete with the sound of my own heartbeat as I watched and awaited Bethy’s reaction.

  Her blue eyes reflected so many things as she stared up at me. Surprise. Recognition. And oddest of all: understanding. She looked more at peace than I’d ever seen her. So supremely sated. Yet I glimpsed confusion and fear rapidly brewing beneath the surface, battling with the resurgence of arousal I knew she felt as I watched her absently swirl her fingers through the cum coating her breasts, before sucking them into her mouth to taste me. Again.

  This woman would be the death of me.

  I leaned over her, covering her body from view while I used her torn dress to wipe off her abdomen. Though my men had kept their eyes averted, and most were giving us their backs as they shielded us from view of other club-goers, I felt increasingly anxious at having Bethany exposed like this. I needed to get her out of here, and quickly. That meant teleporting.

  “You pulled out,” she said quietly.

  Not the first thing I expected her to comment on as she looked directly into my glowing yellow eyes. But that was Bethy: forever quirky and unpredictable. I nodded.

  Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and touched my cheek. Her long, delicate fingers traced a line to my mouth, and I opened for her, resigned to what she w
as after. I barely breathed as, without fear or hesitation, she slipped a finger inside. But my lips peeled back out of reflex and I was unable to suppress a growl as the soft pad of her forefinger explored the razor-sharp tip of my upper left canine.

  She paused but didn’t flinch. And she never broke eye contact.

  And I was hard as a fucking rock all over again.

  “Is this why you and Milena … why you had a falling out?”

  I nodded slowly, hyperaware of the delicate fingertip still pressed to my canine. It was the truth. More or less.

  She swallowed and withdrew her hand. “What … um … ah …”

  “Werelock. Subspecies of werewolf.”

  Her throat worked again, and I nearly lunged for it with the canines she’d just teased. From the corner of my eye, I could see the rapid pulse fluttering in her neck—so close to where I’d bitten her before. My cock jerked against her inner thigh.

  “I adopted a rescue puppy last week,” she told me dazedly, repeating what she’d said earlier. “I couldn’t … couldn’t be happier.”

  I nodded. She was going into shock. “It’s okay, Bethy. I’m still the same boy who grew up down the street from you in Santa Cruz. Nothing’s changed.” Okay, so maybe that was a lie. “I’m going to get us out of here now.” I cupped her cheek in my hand, and was elated when she leaned into my touch. “I’m going to use magic. You might feel a strange sensation, but it’s perfectly safe.”

  She looked uncertain. Damn my sister and her pack for the impenetrable emotional shield they’d placed on Bethany’s mind a decade ago. This would all be so much easier if I could access her mind to read her thoughts. And conveniently erase her mind of experiences after the fact—such as seeing my wolf eyes and teleporting.

  “Put your arms around my neck,” I instructed. She did as asked without hesitation, but she still seemed lost.

  “I’m getting married in three months,” she announced shakily, once again repeating talking points from our previous conversation.

  I knew that she was simply out of her depth and attempting to normalize the situation as her mind worked to process it all, but the mention of her douchebag fiancé did nothing to calm the possessive inclinations of my wolf. Or me.

  I should have left it alone, but I couldn’t. I took a breath and told her as gently as possible, “You’re not marrying Gregg.” My hips shifted as I said it, my cock instinctively seeking the notch between her spread thighs.

  “But I—”

  I pushed halfway into her before she could finish that thought. It wasn’t up for debate. She was mine.

  I let my animal nature take over, pushing the rest of the way inside as my mouth descended to her neck. As I tasted her blood on my tongue, I rationalized I was distracting her from the sensation of teleporting in order to make it less scary.

  Deep inside, I knew it was wrong to subject her to my fucked-up world. I knew it was selfish to try and keep her. Worse still to try and force it. But my whole life I’d never gotten to have what I really wanted. I always lost everyone who was important to me.

  I was keeping Bethy. This time I was keeping her.

  7

  Bethany

  At first, I thought I was dead. For a split second after Raul’s teeth attacked my throat, I ceased to exist—my body literally fading into nothingness.

  But then I felt Raul. Everywhere. Within me and surrounding me—his hard body pressing into my own, his thick cock sliding deep, his hand squeezing my ass, his fingers fisting my hair, his mouth sucking the sting from the side of my neck where he’d bitten me for the second time.

  And Raul’s overwhelming presence brought me back into awareness of my own physicality, making me feel more alive and present than I had in years—perhaps ever. There was probably a metaphor there for me to ponder. Later.

  Beyond the overwhelming scent of Raul and sex, I smelled new leather. The loud music of the club had vanished, replaced by near silence save for the sound of flesh on flesh and our combined heavy breathing. The cushiony leather surface beneath me felt butter-soft against my back as Raul fucked into me.

  I opened my eyes to find that he had somehow magically transported us from the club to the inside of a stretch Hummer. This unexplainable phenomenon, combined with his werewolf confession a moment ago, combined with the fact that he had yellow eyes and had bitten me again, should have alarmed me enough to stop having sex with him.

  Should have. But didn’t.

  I rationalized I was practicing what I preached to my female patients by following my sexual instincts. If anything, I was more turned on than ever.

  Danger had always heightened arousal for me. And dangerous, forbidden sex with my best friend’s off-limits dead-sexy older brother who was now a werewolf subspecies was hotter than anything I’d ever fantasized about.

  So I went with it.

  I got on all fours when Raul pulled out and told me to. And I was so blissed out on the sensation of him entering and filling me from behind that I didn’t even question where we were going when the Hummer began to move. I didn’t say anything when mid-moan, I glanced down at my hands braced against the plush carpeted floor and realized that my engagement ring was missing.

  I couldn’t bring myself to care about anything but what Raul was doing to me as he rocked in and out of my body from behind, moving slowly, deftly building a delicious, painstaking, coiling tension within me again as his fingers stroked my dripping slit, alternately avoiding and toying with my needy little pearl until my legs and arms shook from my extended state of arousal.

  It was only one night. For one night I could let myself enjoy mind-blowing revenge sex. I might hate myself in the morning for this, but right now, it was beyond my ability to stop.

  And I didn’t want to stop.

  Every little thing Raul did, everywhere he touched me, felt perfect. It was as if he could read my mind and knew exactly what I liked—where, when, and how to touch me. From my first orgasm on the dance floor with him, he had exceeded any experience I’d ever had before.

  So I didn’t say no when the long fingers of his free hand ventured between my ass cheeks to gently massage and probe my smaller hole, wordlessly seeking permission. Instead, I pushed back against those fingers, and I willed my tighter ring of muscle to relax as a single digit carefully entered me.

  Raul groaned, his cock thickening inside me when my vaginal muscles jumped and seized around him in response. “Fuck. Ah, baby, yes. That’s it.”

  His breath came faster, his next exhales sounding heavy and labored as slowly he began to work both my holes, all while maintaining a light, steady pressure on my clit. He seemed to understand without my saying so that I hadn’t done this before, for which I was grateful.

  “There we go … just like that. Stay nice and relaxed for me, Bethy. We’ll take it slow. And only as far as you want to go.”

  A feeling of warmth and security flooded me at the sound of my name on Raul’s lips, allowing me to further let go.

  It was crazy—the fact I was able to trust him so readily. But in many ways, he was the same Raul who had grown up down the street from me. The same charismatic, mischievous, beautiful boy whose imploring brown eyes and sweet, flirtatious demeanor had always called to a special place in my heart. Even now, as he tempted me away from my comfort zone, leading me down a path that felt a little dark and scary, I couldn’t help but feel safer knowing I was going there with Raul.

  “Tell me if it’s too much. I’ll stop.”

  He had to be joking. It was almost embarrassing how well I was gushing onto the blunt fingertips softly stroking my clit now. I was tilting my ass up and back, trying to take more of him, faster.

  I had never let Gregg or anyone else near my backdoor before. I’d only explored it on my own once or twice with a slim vibrator—for research purposes.

  Clinically, I’d long understood that there were more nerve bundles in the rectum than the vaginal canal. And still, when I’d first gone into gynec
ology, never in my wildest imagination could I have guessed the number of women who would come in seeking medical assistance to remove sex toys and other objects they’d gotten lodged too far up their assholes. Eventually, I got curious enough to try and discover what the appeal was with this taboo erogenous zone. Yet nothing I’d tried on my own had ever come close to feeling like what Raul was doing to me now.

  “Fuck, you’re so sexy. So wet for me.”

  He made good use of the fluids rushing from me, spreading them where they would ease his entry as he began to work a second finger inside my virgin ass.

  It burned a little, and my body resisted at first, a thin layer of sweat and goosebumps erupting over my skin. But the spike of arousal I felt at the sensation of Raul’s cock expanding and twitching within me helped me to push past the small discomfort. As did the excitement I heard in his voice as he murmured words of encouragement, making me want to take more than just his two fingers.

  “That’s it. Nice and slow. Let yourself get used to the sensation. I’ll make it feel so good for you, Bethy. Promise. Fill you up and make you come so hard—”

  Oh, fuck. Without warning, my inner walls began fluttering like mad as a powerful orgasm overcame me. I teetered and nearly lost my balance when my right hand flew from the carpeted floor up to Raul’s out of reflex to mash his too-gentle fingertips harder against my clit as I exploded, gasping and making little squealing noises as the muscles of my anus proceeded to pulse and clench spastically around the two fingers of his other hand still buried inside me.

  “Oh, Jesus … oh, fuck,” I babbled. “That’s … oh, God, Raul … it feels so good … feels so—”

  “Perfect,” he growled through clenched teeth, his voice low and guttural. “Fucking perfect.” His body had gone rigid behind me, his powerful thigh muscles taut and unmoving where they pressed up against the backs of mine. Only his stiff, engorged cock jerked and twitched involuntarily deep within me in response to the violent orgasm still rippling along my sensitized inner walls, gripping his cock as well as his fingers.