The Mating Rite (Big, Beautiful Werewolf) (Werewolves of Montana)

by Vanak, Bonnie

  Still, the need to be free overwhelmed her. A tickle began in her belly, the urge to shift into wolf-skin. She wanted to surrender to it, but the Fae magick resisted, overshadowing all else.

  You are Fae, Fae, Fae, it chanted.

  Lupine, the small voice inside her begged.

  “Samantha, Samantha.” Tristan’s voice turned gentle. “Please, shift into wolf-skin. Do this for Darius. He loves you.”

  She focused on the tiny Lupine voice, but the Fae powers singing inside her drowned out all wolf instinct. A sob rose in her throat. She dropped her head. “I can’t. I simply can’t do this.”

  A deep sigh came from the wizard. He stroked her hair tenderly. “It’s all right, little one. Hush. Be still.”

  She glanced up and saw his gaze sharpen. “I lack sufficient control over the magick inside you, but love is a stronger power. Aiden, release Darius.”

  “Not a chance,” the alpha said, panting as he held back the snarling wolf. “He’ll ravage her.”

  “Let him go!”

  “Fine. This is on your shoulders, wizard.”

  A low howl split the air, and she heard the scrabbling of big paws upon the earth. Sam braced herself as the wolf rushed forward. Primal fear surged and she struggled to free herself, but the wizard gripped her shoulders, holding her steady as Darius mounted her. His front paws gripped her waist, squeezing her as he snarled. She felt the tip of his hard shaft probe her soft, wet opening.

  A sob escaped her throat.

  Tristan spoke in a firm tone. “Darius, this is your Samantha. You love her. I command you to push past your feral self and demonstrate your love.”

  The wolf covering her snarled in answer. But he did not move.

  “Darius, don’t do this,” she begged, sobbing. “I can’t shift. Please!”

  Suddenly the wolf’s heavy weight lifted off her body. He circled around to her front and nuzzled her neck. Warm breath feathered over her bare skin. The wolf licked away the salty tears trickling down her cheek.

  Struggling to squelch the Fae power pulsing within her, she grabbed a fistful of Darius’ fur. “I love you,” she whispered. “Help me.”

  Whining, the wolf rubbed his muzzle against her cheek, reminding her of the days when they were younger and used to race across the fields together. Sam gripped Darius’ fur and pushed past all thought and feeling, focusing solely on how much he loved her, how much he’d been willing to sacrifice for her. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated with all her strength and all her love for Darius.

  The Fae power pulsing inside her faded to a small, winking glow. She felt her body transform, bones elongate and fur erupt on her body. Senses exploded as sight and sound and hearing sharpened.

  She opened her eyes and looked down.

  She was wolf.

  Darius rubbed his muzzle against hers.

  The wizard glanced at Aiden. “You may shift now.”

  With a snarl, the mighty alpha transformed into a wolf and bounded off for the woods. Tristan sighed and stroked her head. And then he smiled, such a beautiful, radiant smile. “You shall be all right now, Samantha. Go, consummate your mating bond.”

  He stepped back into the shadows.

  Moonlight spilled down upon them, glinting the adjacent lake and silvering Darius’ gray fur. Samantha whined and rubbed her muzzle against Darius’. He licked her face and she felt her wolf instincts surge, her insides clench with the overwhelming urge to mate. She affectionately rubbed his nose against her throat.

  Moonlight beamed down upon them as she moved her tail to the side and presented her bottom to him in preparation for mating. She was ready for this.

  Going behind her, he sniffed her bottom, then gave it a gentle lick.

  Sam waited.

  His nose pushed at her slit. Arousal speared her, her vagina clenching in sweet anticipation. Primitive need filled her as she tensed in anticipation of his thickened penis. Sam braced her legs.

  Darius mounted her, his paws clutching her sides. His slick shaft slid into her tight vagina, creating excruciating pleasure. Growling, he very gently clamped his teeth upon her neck, holding her still as he rapidly pumped in and out of her body. Sam lowered her head and whimpered in excitement. It was right, this mating. Closing her eyes, she savored each powerful thrust of his engorged penis. Then he began thrusting harder, his tight balls slapping against her.

  Fae fears of the mighty Lupine dominating her surfaced, but she let her wolf take over. Instinct urged her to remain still, letting him dominate her with this sexual act. Senses sharpened as she quickened, her nostrils flaring at the delicious scent of musk and arousal, and the rich, damp earth where they stood.

  His shaft began to thicken with each driving motion as his front paws dug into her sides. Then suddenly, he went still as his knot swelled deep inside her. Climax seized her and she howled as Darius filled her fully, making them one flesh, tied by his wolven cock. Darius snarled as he orgasmed, thick pulses of semen shooting deep inside her.

  He kept coming, each release of hot ejaculate made her climax again, sending ripples of pleasure pulsing through her until she panted with exhaustion. Finally she slumped to the ground as his climax began to slow.

  After a few minutes, he pulled out of her. Whining, she turned and saw him lope around to her front. Darius licked her face.

  Tristan stepped out of the shadows. “The Rite is complete and I have served as witness. It requires only the final act of your mark upon Samantha, Darius. Go, make her yours in Skin.”

  She tilted her head at him, speaking to him in her mind. And what will you do?

  He gave her a wry look. “I’m exhausted. I’m going home, putting my feet up, making popcorn and watching a porno.”

  Tristan waved a hand and vanished.

  Darius shifted back. Naked, he cradled her muzzle between his hands. “Don’t change into Skin, sweetheart. Follow me.”

  She rose and trotted beside him as he padded to a cabin. He opened the door and stepped aside, letting her inside.

  The living room had comfortable, masculine furniture. A fire crackled in the stone hearth. Darius snapped on a light and sat on the thick rug before the fireplace and patted a spot. “Sam, come here, sweetheart.”

  Uncertain of what he wanted, she loped over to him and sat.

  He stroked her head. “I want to make sure I didn’t hurt you. It was pretty rough. Lie down and let me see. It’s okay.”

  She lay on the carpet, feeling his gentle fingers inspect her claws, run across her belly, over her backside. “Shift back,” he told her.

  The instinct pulled strongly. Still lying on her side on the carpet, she found herself in Skin once more, and shivered with the cold. “Roll over,” he told her.

  Sam turned onto her back and shot him a mischievous look. “Roll over. So, that’s what it’s going to be, mated to you? Dog commands?”

  He laughed and dropped a kiss on her mouth. “Just wait until you see what I have planned for you.”

  Then he turned serious as he pushed his hands between her thighs and spread her wide. She felt a tiny shiver of embarrassment as he stared at her genitals. Darius stroked a gentle finger across her soaked slit. “Does this hurt?”

  Struggling to speak, she shook her head.

  He pushed a finger into her channel and she moaned, clenching around him. “How does this feel?”

  “More,” she begged, rotating her hips.

  Darius raised his head and grinned. Then his gaze glittered, hard as sapphires. “Come with me.”

  They went outside to the backyard. Upon the ground was a mattress. Darius looked at the full moon and then back at her. The intent in his gaze warned what was coming.

  “Lie down on your back.”

  Swallowing hard, Sam did. He stood above her, his erection hard and heavy.

  Darius looked down at her. “Tonight, there’s no going back, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you hard. And go feral.”

  He waited, fists clenched
at his side. She could tell he was torn, hoping she’d join him, fearing she’d back away.

  Sam felt a touch of apprehension and knew if she allowed it to take over, her Elven half would never join him. And then she looked into his eyes and saw his love for her shining there, the male that would hold himself back, despite the need clawing at him. The male who wanted to make her happy. Sam reached deep inside and called upon her wolf, hearing her growl in response.

  “Then get ready.” She held up a hand, her nails turned sharp. “For the ride of your life.”

  Darius could barely think, he was so blind with pure lust. All his blood surged heavy and thick to his erection. Primal instinct took over. He could not control himself.

  He joined her on the mattress, covering her soft body with his, needing to pin her beneath him. Her skin was hot and damp with sweat. Sam gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips. When her wet core met the head of his aching cock, he nearly shattered. It felt so damn good, he knew he’d blow it right there. So he took a deep breath, and fought for control.

  And then he pushed inside her, slowly.

  Holding her gaze, he stared down at her, demanding she join him in the primitive call of flesh, the savage need of Lupine.

  He thrust, hard.

  Sam shrieked, her fingers digging into his muscles, her legs hooked around his hips. He loved the way her breathing grew in quick, sharp pants, loved how she squeezed him tight.

  He closed his eyes, giving in to pure sensation. Then he opened his eyes and stared down at her.

  Letting her see the savage amber flashing in his eyes, signaling the rise of his wolf.

  Letting her hear the snarl tangling his voice.

  Sam’s own eyes flashed amber, showing her need. She growled and raked nails down his back. He loved it, loved the sharp pain, and growled in approval.

  As he thrust harder, still holding her gaze, she began a series of harsh, keening cries amid the snarls. The cries of a female demanding her mate satisfy her. Darius obliged and thrust deeper than ever.

  “You like me fucking you like this?” His voice grew deep and rough.

  “Harder,” she cried out.

  He slammed into her, making the mattress bounce. Gods she felt so damn good, wet and tight against his shaft. So beautiful, her hair spread out like a radiant nimbus, her eyes wild in the moonlight. Darius leaned back, grabbed her knees and slapped into her. Sam arched her hips, moaning and twisting, all fire and passion and wolf.

  He bent his head, taking her nipple into his mouth and suckled her. Then he bit lightly. She snarled and dug her nails into his muscles. And then he felt her tighten around him and she shattered, snarling, clawing at him as she climaxed. His body bucked as he threw back his head and howled at the moon, the sweet, silver moon, as he spurted into her.

  And then collapsed atop her.

  When he finally raised his head, feeling the burning scratches upon his back, she stared up at him, and tenderly pushed a hand through his soaked curls.

  “Is that all the sex there is?”

  She sounded disappointed. Laughing, Darius kissed the tip of her nose. “Not yet, sweetheart. Not for a long time. Brace yourself. We’ve only just begun. You haven’t seen my playhouse yet.”

  “What playhouse?”

  He smiled.

  Chapter 21

  Her mate was filled with surprises. As they walked into the cabin, Sam winced as she ran a finger down the cuts she’d left on his back.

  “I marked you,” she said.

  Darius flexed his muscles. “It feels good, Sam, because they tell me your Lupine senses are fully awakened. And now we can truly begin.”

  Flashing a wicked grin, he escorted her to a door off the living room. Darius opened it and flicked a switch, filling the room with soft light.

  The room was painted lavender, with counters and shelves lining the walls. A bed was pushed up against the wall. In the room’s center was a massage table. It looked like a massage table, until she drew closer. The cushioned table had stirrups and soft velvet restraints.

  Her blood surged hot, but a shiver raced down her spine. Then she looked closer at the counter and saw in the cupboards all manner, and size, of phalluses, as well as leather paddles and other instruments. Blindfolds, gags and leather outfits were arranged on shelves, along with bottles and tubes. Darius went to the table and pressed a button, lowering it until it reached his waist. He threw a pillow upon the floor at the foot of the bed.

  “Look up,” he told her.

  Glancing up, she saw the ceiling was mirrored. When she looked down, Darius was opening a cabinet. A red blindfold dangled from his fingers.

  “Lie down,” he told her.

  Intrigued, she did, feeling slightly alarmed as he stretched out her wrists and legs, binding them to the table with the restraints. She was nude and fully exposed to him.

  Then he covered her eyes with the blindfold. She heard him move around the room, and open a door, fumbling with something. The unique masculine scent of Darius, cedar and musk, filled her senses. Then a new sweetness tangled with his masculine scent. An exquisite silence hovered.

  “Open your mouth,” he murmured.

  When she did, he pushed a small object past her lips. “Bite down, sweetheart,” he told her.

  As she did, the sweetness exploded in her mouth. Samantha chewed the strawberry and swallowed.

  “Your favorite fruit. I mixed a special oil last night. Edible oil, with a drop or two of Kyle’s special potion that dims my arousal but increases yours. Get ready, sweetheart.”

  She was tied to the table, helplessly spread before him. Desire left her sex wet and glistening, fully exposed. She heard a cap unscrew, and then felt an oily, warm slickness upon her belly. Sam wriggled.

  “Be still,” he told her.

  Darius spread the oil over her belly, working his way up to her breasts, and kneading the substance into her nipples. The oil felt like a lick of fire between her legs, making her hot and wet. Sam wriggled and moaned, the erotic sensations nearly too much to bear.

  Sliding his palms up, he massaged her breasts. Beneath the sensual brush of his hands, a rippling ecstasy began. When his thumbs circled them, her hardening nipples crested.

  Arousal sharpened into a vibrating hum of need as he kissed his way up her belly, then ran his tongue over her breasts. He took her right nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, rasping back and forth. Sam undulated her hips in shameless need, but the restraints held her fast. She’d never realized how much her body could ache, how it could quiver and yearn. It almost hurt, this want, this tension. The lubricant created an aching throb between her legs that was intensified by the delicious torture of his mouth upon her nipple.

  And then Darius stopped kissing her and spread the oil over her genitals, and she screamed with need.

  “Stop it,” he whispered, gently pinching her clit. “Be patient.”

  Oil slid over her clitoris, followed by his gentle strokes. His light touch made her want to scream, and she thrust her hips upward in nameless pleading.

  Then he lowered his head between her legs.

  When he blew a soft breath against her flesh, she let out a startled cry, but that was nothing compared to the potent shock of pleasure when he put his mouth on her. His questing tongue delved between her wet folds. Long, slow strokes made her writhe and grind her bottom into the cushioned table. A heavy, hot pulsing began deep within her.

  As he licked the delicate folds, his wicked tongue came close to touching the pearling center of her throbbing. At last he kissed her there—and just as quickly backed off. A frustrated moan tore from her throat.

  A dance began, each pull and withdrawal making her arch upward in crazed need. Oh why couldn’t, why wouldn’t, he just do it? She pumped her hips, forgetting everything but the velvet murmur of his mouth.

  Then he stopped, sliding a finger deep inside her drenched channel. He removed the blindfold. His gaze was burning, the look of
a beast determined to conquer and claim.

  Her beast.

  Darius stared at her. “You’re going to come for me, Sam. I’m going to make you so hot that you’ll beg me to take you, beg me to fill you with my cock. I’m going to push you harder and harder until you scream…until your wolf howls.”

  “Do it,” she choked out. “Please, now.”

  He returned to the foot of the table and knelt before her outstretched legs. “Now,” he said.

  His tongue stroked between her soaked folds as he slid his finger slowly in and out of her slick sheath. Sam clenched hard around his thrusting finger. That seductive pleasure was an enticing torment, his mouth working dark magick on her senses as if he were a demon wolf. She screamed, nearly arching off the bed. The tension built higher and higher.

  She came apart with a loud, low howl that rattled the glass in the cabinets. He stayed with her, gently kissing her sensitive clit. Her entire body felt boneless.

  Standing, Darius wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. He smiled and smoothed a hand over the inside of her thigh. Her muscles jumped.

  “Rest here a minute.” He undid the restraints.

  Sam sat up, tracking him with her gaze, her senses sharpened, her Lupine sight enabling to see him fully in the dark. His penis bobbed heavily as he walked to a small cabinet, opened it and removed a bottle of water. Darius drank deeply and then handed her the bottle.

  After she drank, she felt more energized. He helped her off the bed and carried her to the bed, settling her onto the mattress.

  “Get on your hands and knees. Rest your head on your elbows and put your ass in the air.”

  Still trembling, she did so.

  He took a small phallus, coated it with oil and parted her ass cheeks.

  It hurt a little as he slid the plug inside her. “This will give you more pleasure when I fuck you. It will make you feel even fuller.”

  The harsh sound of his breathing filled the air as he climbed onto the table. Darius knelt behind her and ran his palms over her bottom. Then he leaned close and nipped her ass, soothing the faint sting with a slow lick.