by Scott, Talyn
“Okay, forget this stuff.” He eyed the bed critically, resting his knee on the edge of the mattress. “Strips of cloth are not manacles.” Discretely, he placed something on the side of his knee, out of her line of vision. Mike patted the center of the mattress for her to climb atop, like his obedient puppy dog. “I’d never hurt or frighten you, never again. Besides, do you really think Jayce would allow me here if he thought I would?”
“I repeat, no restraints.” On the desk behind her, she reached for the stapler. “Fabric strips are nothing to you, but I still can’t break away from them once they’re tied.” His lips curved, eyeing the second shittiest weapon she reached for in the past half hour. Where was that steak knife when she needed it?
“If you can’t run, I won’t turn werewolf,” he explained. “I’ve been away from my appointed Mate for too long.” He held himself utterly still, his eyes so vividly blue, yet they swirled with those silver flecks. “It’ll just be you and me. As calm as you want to make it, as heated as you will allow. Of course” — he twirled his lip rings with his pierced tongue, reminding her of exactly what a werewolf’s tongue could accomplish while inside a female — “if you want me to go into mid-trans, maybe lengthen appendages at will, feel free to ask or beg.”
Licks of heat stroked her back when he moved right before her in blurring speed, nearly pressing his body to hers, tiny inches separating them. He curled his larger hand around hers, bringing the stapler to his throat and, knowing what he was about, Tatum grew instantly wary and tried to wrench her hand away. His smile was calculating when he shoved it against his throat, pressing his hand on hers so it felt as if she used that damned stapler on him all on her own.
“You’re sick.”
“You’re the one who slipped it from the desk, wanting to use it against me.” He pulled the staple out with one protracted claw, flicking it to the floor. Blood welled within two tiny pricks, but didn’t drip. “You’ve just proven you really don't want to use your weapon on me, Tatum.” He stepped even closer, pressing the hard line of his erection against her stomach, holding her in place with his hand gripping her ass. “Admit it.” He took the stapler from her hand, tossing it behind her. “Shall we behave like grownups now?”
“No,” she whispered, a shiver rolling over her. Immediately, a blast of heat left Mike’s body and penetrated hers. Jayce could warm her like that, sense when she had the chills and send his Alpha’s heat to her body. Apparently Mike could, too.
“This situation between us has to be resolved,” he said, trailing a finger down the column of her throat, staring down at her with his eyes flashing his Beast. “Fifteen minutes,” he reminded. In blurring speed, her top hit the floor, followed by her bra. He stopped then, his eyes bouncing from breast to breast.“I can’t believe you are mine, in my arms no less.”
She opened her mouth and then closed it, second guessing herself. “Fine, I’ll keep the fifteen minute agreement,” she snapped, bracing her fists on her hips. “Nothing compares to mating Bren or Jayce when they’ve released their Beasts under a full moon, so I’ve grown tougher since the last time we were…intimate.” She jutted her chin, staring up at him. “But I won’t fuck you.”
He stiffened, but not for the reasons she thought. “I will never fuck you,” he hissed under a low breath.
Tatum shook her head. “Play on words. Call it what you want. But you won’t enter me.” She pushed him away and pointed a finger pistol at his crotch without taking her eyes from his. “Not with your cock entering anyplace in my body.”
“Tatum,” he warned darkly.
“These will be my two exceptions, Mike. I think they are fair, considering.” She had to prove him wrong. That she didn’t desire him in the way he insisted, so they could move on to a companionable friendship instead, which was more comfortable for her.
“Refusing my cock is quite an exception, My Mate.” He gripped her hips and pulled her body off the floor, her shorts and panties disappearing in a flash. “Playing hard to get might work for you in the short term, but I’ll have you soon enough. And if you make me wait too long, you might find the size of me a little” — he circled his hips, driving his hardened cock against her — “uncomfortable to handle. Considering I’ve done nothing more than jack-off for an entire year, staying faithful to someone who’d sooner wish me castrated than mate me, my patience has come close to leaving me.”
Coming from a werewolf, this was dangerous. Beasts needed relief or they grew increasingly unstable, nearly violent. “On, second thought,” she said, pushing at his shoulders yet still landing smack in the middle of the bed. “Maybe we should start with you feeding me your blood.”
“And to think I was giving you a sporting chance by not insisting that we start with such an overwhelming aphrodisiac as our blood exchange, but there you go amazing me.” He protracted a claw and reached for his throat.
She stayed his hand, realizing her mistake. “Blood after!”
Pulling off his watch, he started the timer. “Lass, there has to be something, a flicker even, left inside you for me.” He tied her right wrist to the first bedpost. “Maybe a hidden need you’ve carried in the back of your mind, soul, conscious.” Her left wrist was next. “Notice I’m not saying heart.” She tugged at her restraints, her eyes moving down her body as he tied her right ankle. “An emptiness you can’t dispel no matter how hard you try.”
“No,” she groaned as her final limb was secured, she could barely move her legs. “We aren’t meant to be together.”
“Then let’s disprove my misplaced notions straightaway. Shall we?” He straddled her, hovering, and hooked his thumb in the waistband of his jeans. She suspected he was completely waxed, just as she was. “You don’t want my cock. See, my pants are still on unless you deem otherwise.” The crown of his penis poked high, drizzling for her. And she got her fist good look at some of those tribal borings. She meant to squeeze her thighs together but couldn’t due to her restraints. He smiled, leaning down, and placed a kiss beneath her lower lip. “But make no mistake,” his promise was soft, his body hard, “I’ll have you begging for every thick inch of me in less than fifteen minutes.” He licked her from shoulder to shoulder with the flat of his tongue, the silver balls gliding across her supersensitive skin. “We could cut that down to five minutes if you stop lying to yourself.”
Chapter 10
“Oh, you’ll need every second of your fifteen minutes before you fail miserably.” Tatum glared at him right before she closed her eyes.
“Is that so, lass?” His knuckles grazed one of her nipples. “Did you say you wanted my tongue here?”
“You’re hearing things.” Keeping her eyes closed, she fought not to clench her jaw.
“Look at me,” he insisted. “Watch me master your body just as naturally as Jayce or Bren.” Replacing his knuckles, he flicked the hardened tip with his tongue.
Blood engorged her nipple. Tatum fought not to arch unto him, to beg him to suck it to the back of his throat while rolling that damned piercing across her flesh. He cupped her breasts, molding them with his palms while sliding his mouth to the other side. Flicking her opposite nipple and turning the tip diamond hard, he demanded, “Just ask me for what you want.”
“No,” she said as firmly as possible, her skin dotting with a light sheen of sweat, her pussy growing moist. Stupidly, when Tatum agreed to this, she hadn’t considered the fact that she had sex only once in months. She could easily near a breaking point just as he predicted.
He trailed his tongue between her swollen mounds, praising her between licks and nips. Her hips rolled when he nibbled his way to her navel, swirling the balls of his piercing inside, then he went to her right hip and kissed her there. Both of his strong hands gripped her hips, making the muscles in her stomach quiver. “I remembered the taste of your skin in my dreams.” He pressed his pelvis into the mattress quite hard, a groaning sigh wrenching its way through his body. “But my dreams don’t do you justice.” G
liding his tongue from hipbone to hipbone, his actions delivered a fresh gush of moisture down her vagina. “Oh, the temptation is a lick away. Say you want my cock, Tatum.”
Oh, she did now. She opened her eyes and watched his sexy face as he stared at her opened pussy. As if he sensed her studying him, his eyes shot up to hers, their blue glow illuminating her skin.
“Ask me, lass.”
When she pressed her lips into a hard line, his tongue snaked out, the tip barely grazing against her clitoris. Her hips pressed upward but he moved his head away, teasing, then quickly placed a tickling swirl up one side of her labia before pulling away again.
“Ugh!” she groaned, closing her eyes against his beauty, his evident skill.
“Thirteen minutes until I have you begging, are we going through each second this way, both suffering due to you resisting?”
“I told you, Mike.” He lifted her ass with his hands, her legs spread wide from the restraints. “I’m not taking your cock.”
He stayed silent for a second and then, “Your pink ass looks as though it has tightened up during your pregnancy.”
“You’ve never been in my ass!”
“I’ll have to start with something small,” he muttered more to himself, taking one hand away from her hip and reaching to the side.
“How about you starting and ending with the blood exchange,” Tatum renegotiated on a hitch of breath, when cold lubricant met the crevice of her ass.
“All in due time, My Mate,” he promised as one thick finger entered her backside achingly slow. “You’re the one who wanted to play games. Lucky for you, I’m a werewolf and I love playing with my one and only Mate.”
The slightest moan left her lips, before his second finger entered her, still maddeningly slow, in and out. He parted her ass one handed, keeping his fingers going. This was exposure, she thought, total vulnerability with a creature who was essentially a stranger to her, even considering those celestial connections she felt tugging every now and then — particularly now.
“I never had the opportunity to take you here,” he whispered over her waxed pussy, his hot breath stoking the raging fire found there, his unshaven jaw torture-tickling her.
“Don’t get too worked up,” she said with the slightest tremble, focusing on keeping her thighs tightened, pushing through her desire.
The briefest kiss touched her nether lips, more teasing. “You’re so beautiful here.” He inhaled, pressing his nose between her arousal-glossed lips. “You know I would bathe in you, rub my face all over your liquid heat and smell your mark on me night and day. Heady and all mine, Tatum, you don’t have to admit it to feel it’s true. Do you hear the wet smacking, the sounds your body makes from wanting me?”
Her hips moved again, her mind drifting over the times Jayce and Bren had done just that, lathered their faces with her arousal. Another shot of cream moved down, but instead of saying yes to him, she bit back a tremulous groan.
“Ten minutes, better break out the big guns. Well, the biggest gun is my cock but you don’t want that. So you’ll have to settle for one toy. Open up your eyes.” He tugged on her labia and she moaned.
When she looked down at him, his shoulders bunched between her spread thighs, his eyes glowing, his mouth panting between his lowered canines, she nearly asked him.
He narrowed his eyes shrewdly. “You give me another look like that one, and I’ll forget our bargain.” He held up a line of crystal balls, each one larger than the next, all attached by a white flossy string. “I’m going start by allowing you an anal-induced orgasm.” With his thumb, he pushed the first ball inside her ass. With a steady hand, he inserted two more, one after the other. Tatum’s calves shook when the fourth entered her, this one exceptionally larger, as if he’d skipped over a few sizes somehow. She locked her knees, still fighting the urge to ask him to fill her pussy, the cramping of her needy womb taking over her senses. “Here’s the final one,” he assured her, pressing the crystalline ball into her, but not pushing past her muscled ring. “I want it to sit there a bit, like a jewel for your sweet ass.” She clenched, trying to draw it into her ass. He scolded her, “Now, now, I say it sits just as it is.” He tugged on the cord, twisting it in order to drive her mad. “How pretty is that?”
Oh, he was the devil! The pressure, the tightness, the burning sting would make her demand him. Fight, she told herself. Fight and you will win six more months without aggravation! She panted, glancing at his watch, the timer denoting less than five minutes left. Five minutes! She could make five minutes. So she thought, until he pressed his face to one thigh, licking his way up, up, up, and pulling away before delivering open mouth kiss on her opposite inner thigh.
Tatum cried out, “Damnit!”
A humming sounded before he touched the tip of her clitoris with the thinnest vibrator she’d ever seen. “You have a sopping pussy.” He pressed the infernal thing inside, its shape so narrow it only teased her to misery when coupled with her overfull ass. “Should I drink you even now, when I haven’t a minute to spare?”
Mike angled his shoulders higher against her thighs. He had done nothing during those long nights he hadn’t worked for Ciaran, than dream of this. The scent of her sex sent a tremor down his spine, tightening his balls until he thought he would incinerate his zipper. Watching her writhing and moaning under his teasing, he placed his open mouth against her red and swollen clitoris, sensing her harden beneath his tongue. As he swept his silver balls up and down her velvety lips, she screamed out as if she’d never had oral attentions in her life. He knew better.
He was winning.
“Say it,” he urged, slurping her nub back and forth over his tongue. Her pink pussy glistened for him. The madness was nearing an unbearable line for his werewolf. The blasted Beast hit one side of his skull and then the next, demanding his due. “Ask for my cock!”
He yanked the tiny vibrator out, slamming it against the wall. She didn’t seem to notice, was lost as the tip of his tongue licked the sensitive flesh between her vagina and anus, and then circled that ball hanging halfway out of her gorgeous ass. Circling it twice more, she bent her body in rapture, his tongue driving her on until he pulled the ball completely out, followed by two more. By sensing her body, he knew he was going too far, risking what he truly wanted in her asking for his cock, but he couldn’t stop from pleasuring her. Tatum screamed her release, for him, for him mastering her the way he said he would, as he sucked and licked the liquid offering from her ravenous cunt. In a quick but gentle movement, he yanked the rest of the balls from her anus. Watching in frustration, he saw that her little ring tried to hold them in as she stayed on her pinnacle with a subsequent mini orgasm. Mike wanted her holding his cock in her ass instead.
When their game first started, he hadn’t wanted her to come without him inside her, where she could milk him greatly. He had wanted Tatum to beg him for her release. And then something happened, something so natural for his werewolf that it shouldn’t astound Mike as much as it did. He just wanted her sated, completely sated the way his mate should be, no matter how his balls and cock were aching for her to release them.
The timer on his watch sounded.
Yep, this night, he might be the first werewolf to die from blue balls. Licking the salty sweet taste of her from his mouth, sensing her seismic aftershocks, he asked hoarsely, “Another orgasm, then? My treat.”
“I won,” Tatum gasped, her skin glowing like a pink pearl. “Untie me.”
In all honesty, Mike hadn’t felt as if he’d lost anything at all. “So you did,” he agreed, keeping their bargain, and untied each precious limb. He rubbed her ankles first, kissing them gingerly. Then moved to each wrist, rubbing the delicate skin over her veins though she showed no signs of irritation. She peeked from beneath her thick flaxen lashes at him, cunning, keeping her exquisite legs parted to his gaze, her musky rich scent calling him to drill her sex into the mattress. What was she up to? “Ready to feed?” He’d rather feed his bl
ood to her when under a full moon, but it was still several nights away. And she needed his blood offering.
Still staring at him all dreamy-eyed, her gaze dropped to his strained zipper, his weeping head straining out. Rising on all fours, Tatum stalked him as if she were a lioness, eyeing her prey ravenously. She popped his top button with her mouth, unzipping him slowly with her teeth. He fought to breathe, was afraid to touch her now or she might stop. He took pride in watching her eyes grow round at the sight of his cock, thick and pulsating for her pleasure and her pleasure alone.
“All yours,” he hissed when she licked the very tip of him, “any way you want it.” She parted her lips and worked her way down his shaft, sucking each and every silver boring he had. “Twenty-two.”
“What?”
His vision blurred, his voice a low whisper, “Twenty-two and all of them were for you. They mean nothing to me unless you enjoy them.” When she curled her fingers around the middle of his shaft, he thrust his hips, sliding the heavy weight of his dick across her heated palm. At her shocked gasp, he nodded, staring down at the top of her blonde head. “They roll, you see? Spinning inside you just like that.” He repeated the action, and she pressed his balls upward beneath his shaft, holding them tight. Oh, she had been taught well. Sucking him to the back of her throat, she swallowed twice, twisting her mouth this way and that as she pulled back. With a squeeze to his sac just short of pain, she scrapped her tiny straight teeth across his head. He angled her chin to take more of him. Steadying her with his hands, he rocked her, going a third of the way, which was all her tiny mouth could take.
Reaching down with his opposite fingers, he lightly smacked the undersides of her heavy breasts, jiggling them rightly as they hung for his perusal. “What a sight,” he purred behind clenched teeth, fighting not to spill so quickly, “what a lovely mouth.” To no avail, a single stream shot forward, spurting against the back of her throat. “But you’re going to destroy me if I cannot have what I want this day, My Mate.” His Beast wouldn’t stop, was smacking his head for full transformation. If he could disconnect from his werewolf for one-second, just one to find relief, he would have. Moaning aloud as she sucked him in a frenzy, he asked before he grunted his release, “Are you going to let me inside?”