Strange Brew

by Angela Colsin

  Pushing himself up to his knees, Troy quickly laid her back on the floor, then hiked up the skirt of her nightgown until it was bunched around her stomach. The erotic moan she let as he tore her panties to leave hanging around one thigh only fed his need, and he spread her legs wide open to find that she was already glistening with arousal.

  His heart thudded at the sight, and Troy couldn't wait. Grasping his shaft, he pressed it against her entrance, growling low as he fed a few inches inside. Aislinn stiffened in turn, grasping him in a tight hold when he leaned over her, then surged his hips forward so hard she slid a few inches across the floor.

  “Yes!” Her cry was punctuated by a loud moan when he started pumping, desperately thrusting his cock in and out. Intense pleasure seared him with the heat of her slick walls clenching him in a perfect grip, and he wasn't gentle, driving into his beautiful mate until he had to grasp her nape to keep her from sliding away.

  His name echoed off the bathroom walls repeatedly as she lifted her legs to take more of his thrusts, urging him on. Simultaneously, she clutched his ass so tightly her nails raked his skin in a silent signal that she wanted everything he was giving her.

  Still, amidst his ravenous need, there was a sliver of awareness in the back of his mind, enough to serve as a reminder that she hated him for what he'd done, and now, he was taking advantage of the impulsiveness his actions had brought on. Did Aislinn actually want him, or was her decision to have sex simply driven by instinct with no greater meaning?

  The sudden thought was sobering, and no matter how fiercely he wanted her, he forced his hips to stop moving with a loud growl in the back of his throat.

  “No!” Aislinn protested. “Ah goddess, don't stop!”

  Panting, the only words Troy could get out were, “I can't … ”

  “You damned well can,” she retorted breathlessly, trying to move her hips beneath him.

  He growled in both pleasure and frustration over the movements, then did one of the hardest things he could recall doing—pulling away from his mate completely.

  Breaking all contact with her, he sat back on his knees, his chest heaving as Aislinn cried his name in disappointment, staring in confusion.

  Breathless, she asked, “Why?”

  He gritted his teeth against the need in her voice when all he wanted to do was make her come as hard as possible. Instead, he shook his head, resisting the urges driving him with a gruffly given reply.

  “I won't take advantage of you.”

  Aislinn had already pushed herself over to him, her voice still raspy when she asked, “What do you mean take advantage?”

  “You're impulsive,” he started. “We both are, and I can't do this just to make you hate me even more.”

  “I … what are you talking about, I don't—,” she suddenly stopped, lifting her head in a manner suggesting she'd just figured it out. “You think I hate you for marking me.”

  Troy stared at her blankly, tensing with the spark of hope that bloomed in his chest as Aislinn sighed and rested her forehead to his. Reaching up, he cupped the nape of her neck, fearing she might suddenly back away, and heard himself asking, “Why wouldn't you hate me?”

  “You saved my life, Troy,” she whispered, drawing her hands down his sides in intricate patterns that made it extremely difficult to focus. “I'm grateful, not angry.”

  “You kicked me out,” he reminded, then growled lowly when one of her hands drifted down to his persisting erection and grasped it, stroking slowly up and down.

  “Because I was angry over what happened, not at you. We've both been hurt,” she whispered, adding, “and I don't hate you, I want you. So impulsive or not, if you deny us, I'll kick your ass.”

  He wanted to smile, but his mind was caught in a haze of disbelief over her admission. Aislinn didn't hate him, proving it by kissing her way along his chest and down across his abdomen.

  Between kisses, she added seductively, “Besides, you need to let me make up for locking you out.”

  She rolled her tongue around his navel in a wordless promise of her intentions, and it was nearly impossible for Troy to hold onto whatever threads of control he had left. The only thing that kept him from stopping her so he could take her was the dazing thought of how damned good her sweet mouth would feel on his aching cock.

  Aislinn kissed his naval a second time as if she liked the way his muscles tensed at the touch of her lips. The anticipation was blissful agony, so much so that when she finally moved lower, and her warm breath washed over the weeping cap of his erection, Troy balled his fists so hard that his nails drew blood from his palms.

  “I wanna suck this like candy until it's good and aching before I let you come,” she all but purred.

  He vaguely heard himself growling her name with the effort of holding back until she finally rolled her tongue against the tip, making his hips jerk. Then, like a dream made flesh, his shaft slowly started sinking into her hot mouth, sucking on the way back until he came free with a soft smack—and Troy thought he'd lost his mind.

  “Fuck!” he shouted, somehow managing to be gentle when he cupped the back of her head in a shaking hand. “So hot, baby.”

  That was the most he could get out as her head began to bob over him, laving his flesh with her tongue until he instinctively lifted his hips to meet her rhythm. Aislinn sucked at his shaft insatiably, and he could barely handle it. Every movement was more greedy than the last, as if ravenous to taste what she'd draw out of him—and he could already feel his seed rising.

  But Troy didn't want to find release in her mouth unless she invited it, and she hadn't spoken a word over the matter. So even though she was behaving as if starved, bringing him more pleasure than he'd ever imagined, he grasped her shoulders the moment he felt his loins tighten, and stopped her, gently pulling away.

  Aislinn growled as if deprived, a sound that nearly made him come by itself as he sat up on his knees.

  “Arch your back,” Troy growled, taking her hand to wrap around his shaft and guide it with hard strokes. Holding her gaze, he added, “I wanna mark you another way.”

  Though she'd looked disappointed just a moment before, her gaze was now rapt on his erection, arching her breasts up as if she couldn't have agreed more with the idea. Squeezing him in her fingers, it didn't take long for the first spurts of his seed to erupt with a low shout of pleasure, hot streams hitting her breasts one after the other in such a strong orgasm that it almost felt as if his entire world had turned upside down.

  But if that meant having Aislinn, and that she wanted him without reserve, then he hoped it never turned around again.

  Chapter 26

  Aislinn couldn't look away from Troy, watching his muscles tense as he groaned in pleasure until the last of his seed spilled. It was one of the most erotic things she'd ever witnessed, leaving her panting almost as hard as he was.

  Even his essence staining her breasts seemed incredibly erotic, and she leaned up to meet him halfway for a hard kiss, clutching her arms around him as he grasped her ass in his hands and lifted her to lay back on the floor with a single, erotic promise.

  “Now it's my turn.”

  His tone was completely sinful, making her heart flutter with an ache of anticipation traveling to her very core. She was already more sensitive than she could ever recall being, jolting when Troy shifted and started trailing kisses down across her abdomen.

  Lifting her head, she watched in a daze as he pushed her thighs open, his thumbs parting her slit to fully expose her aching flesh as she anxiously squirmed under his reverent gaze.

  “Troy,” Aislinn rasped, whimpering at the touch of his lips to her inner thigh, slowly drawing closer to her core, but not quite fast enough to suit. “Please.”

  His voice a deep caress to her ears, he growled, “I've fantasized about licking your clit all over until you come on my tongue, then taking you on your hands and knees as hard as I can.” There was a promising glint in his rich brown eyes when he looked
up and asked seductively, “Want me to make it come true?”

  Her heart pounded with a wordless nod given, and when he teasingly kissed her other thigh, her head fell back against the floor. Mindlessly, she sought his hands on her legs to grasp tight as his mouth slowly trailed to the soft mound between them, leaving her entire body tense with desire.

  “Do you?” he asked again, pressing his lips against her throbbing pussy in a teasing, open mouth kiss that gave much less than it promised.

  Aislinn jerked, desperately responding, “Yes, please!”

  As if she'd given him exactly what he wanted, Troy pressed his tongue against her slick entrance, making her buck as it trailed up with a wet glide. Then his mouth formed a tight seal around her clit, and Aislinn stiffened, crying out as his tongue rubbed into it, hotly nudging the button up and down.

  Her hips jerked uncontrollably, and he shifted to wrap an arm around her lower stomach, keeping them still as Aislinn's teeth gritted against the white hot pleasure. At the same time, she felt two fingers circling at her slick entrance just before sinking deep inside to thrust in and out.

  Her head thrashed from side to side, squirming as Troy ruthlessly sucked and batted her most sensitive spot all over just like he'd promised. The sensations sent her spiraling further and further out of control until she was crying his name.

  “Troy! It's so … I can't—ah!”

  Aislinn let a series of low moans with every inch of her body tingling in need, bringing her close to a climax in no time. Yet then he stopped, pulling his fingers away completely before growling, “You taste like fucking honey and sex, and I can't get enough.”

  Panting, she watched as Troy replaced his fingers with his tongue, driving the muscle deep inside. Simultaneously, he pinched her clit between two fingers, then strummed it hard and fast—and Aislinn couldn't take anymore.

  Screaming, her back arched, breasts jutting as she exploded, the spasms rocking her entire body so hard she nearly couldn't stand it. Waves of pure bliss rolled through her repeatedly, and Troy latched on tight to keep her hips still until that explosion slowly subsided, replaced by a dizzying sense of euphoria that left her feeling like a rag doll.

  Falling limply against the floor, Aislinn gasped in her breaths, still dazed when Troy sat back and reached down to gently pull her up to her knees, catching her mouth in a passionate kiss that she eagerly returned. Desire flowed through her so potently that she would've given him anything he wanted in that moment, completely ready for more when he broke the kiss to move behind her and wordlessly grasped her nape, guiding her down onto all fours.

  Turning a half lidded expression back, her heart thundered with excitement at the sight of his large, muscular frame mounting her body. Panting, she parted her legs as wide as she could, and groaned when the crown of his cock pushed just inside of her slick walls.

  “Yes!” she gasped, her hips rocking back almost of their own accord at the same time his surged forward, fully embedding him inside her with a single, fluid movement.

  “You're so hot,” he growled, leaning over her back to add at her ear, “I'm gonna spend my life pleasuring you, baby, make each time so damned good you can't handle it.”

  With his promise issued, Troy pressed one arm beneath her breasts to hold her close, clutching the edge of the whirlpool tub with the other hand, and his hips started working at a demanding pace. Aislinn moaned wantonly as his shaft drove between her thighs, and tried her best to match his movements. But her sensitivity quickly overwhelmed her. Each plunge was deep, filling her completely, and the more he gave, the less she could keep up.

  “Troy, I … it's already too much!”

  “Good,” he grunted, thrusting even harder, driving at just the right angle to render her speechless—or so she thought. But apparently, she was begging him not to stop because he growled the words, “I won't, baby … can't get enough of you!”

  The strain in his voice proved he was close, his fingers sneaking between her open thighs to play with her exposed clitoris, and she couldn't stay still. The pleasure built so quickly that when she suddenly exploded, Troy had to pull her back and wrap both his arms around her in a tight clutch to keep her from bucking away.

  His growls of pleasure against her ear as his seed erupted inside her only intensified her orgasm. With her knees parted wide over his thighs, she writhed almost violently, screaming his name. It was easily the hardest orgasm she'd had yet, seeming unending, and for those long, blissful moments, there was nothing in the entire world except the two of them, and an overpowering sense of connection.

  “That's it, darlin', fuck!” Troy growled, giving her a final, hard thrust, and with it, braced one arm against the edge of the tub.

  Aislinn was only barely aware in the process, her orgasm fading as he started nuzzling her neck, whispering affectionate words of praise at her ear. But her euphoria didn't last when she whimpered his name back to him and, in the process, noticed a set of fangs in her mouth.

  Her eyes shot open with a surprised gasp over the discovery, a hand flying to her mouth as she ran her tongue over her teeth. All four of her canines were sharp, and she had no idea what to think. Am I turning?

  “What's wrong?” Troy asked, lifting his head.

  “I have … fangs,” she whispered, looking back to see his face—and her worry dimmed somewhat when she noticed his eyes. Just like the night of the ritual, they were glowing, but the color was yellow now, not orange.

  Regardless of that change, however, she latched onto the sight of them in a haze of emotion. Why it seemed so significant, she wasn't sure, but even the remote glimpse of his beast was relaxing, and she couldn't look away.

  Kissing her forehead, Troy murmured, “You're just on the edge, baby, it's okay.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, remember the ritual? You thought I was turning, but I was just wound up. Your eyes start glowing and your teeth sharpen, but that's all.”

  “Okay,” she whispered, relaxing a little with the knowledge that she wasn't about to become a mindless ferine. Though, that left the question, “But why aren't your eyes orange anymore?”

  The sigh Troy made sounded as if he thought she should've already known the answer, but he didn't comment. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her, running his tongue over her fangs in a slow caress that made her shiver and whimper into his mouth.

  Once their lips parted, he answered, “Marking you stopped my turning, sweetheart.”

  “I thought finding me did that.”

  “No, finding you slowed it. I was still unstable without you, it just didn't take hold as fast.”

  “You mean … when we were apart, you went through something like our separation earlier?”

  He thought it over, then nodded as if the comparison was decent enough. “Something like that, yeah.”

  No wonder he'd been so adamant about going to Strange Brew everyday despite her request to wait until her birthday. Such a thing had to have driven him insane—yet he'd given her two days alone despite what being without her would've done to him.

  Realizing his sacrifice for her peace of mind, she had to fight back tears, whispering, “Troy, why didn't you tell me?”

  As if it wasn't a big deal, he merely shrugged. “You didn't need to worry about it.”

  So he'd been protecting her, not to mention that all he needed to do to stop his beast from taking over and causing him grief was mark her. But he'd resisted, and never even tried to push her into accepting such a life.

  Aislinn could barely process it. Troy had done much more for her than she could've guessed before, and he was still offering support, something she needed now more than ever. The thought brought to mind the way she'd so stubbornly kicked him out of the room, causing guilt, gratitude, and fear to overcome her all at once.

  “I'm so sorry!” she exclaimed ruefully, tears blurring her vision.

  At the sound of her voice, Troy pulled away so he could turn her around to face him, gathering h
er body tight against his while asking incredulously, “Why?”

  “Because I kicked you out, I turned you away, I just … ,” her voice broke on a sob, “I don't know how to deal with this transition, and I'm scared!”

  Her fear shouldn't have been so easily admitted, but Aislinn felt as if she could tell Troy absolutely anything, listening intently to his gentle reply, “It's okay, darlin'. You have nothing to apologize for, or be afraid of, and I'm not going anywhere.”

  He couldn't know how reassuring that was to hear, and she tightened her hold on him, whispering with tears trailing down her cheeks, “Thank you. For saving me, for everything.”

  “You never have to thank me, remember?” Troy returned softly, soothing her by stroking his hands along her back as if she were the most precious thing in the world. It was so gentle in comparison to the aggressive way they'd made love that her tears came even harder.

  So when he tilted his head and leaned in, she eagerly sought his mouth for a passion filled kiss that dazed her almost as thoroughly as their sex had. Their tongues met and stroked, mating together for several long moments that left her trembling in his arms.

  Feeling it, Troy finally broke away to murmur the only thing she wanted to hear.

  “I've got you now, baby, and I'll be here for every step. I promise.”

  Chapter 27

  “So I'll never have to change, it just happens if I lose control, or will it?”

  The scent of strawberries wafted through the candlelit steam clouding the bathroom. Suds trickled down Aislinn's back from her wet mane of red hair, her legs around Troy's waist and eyes closed while he rinsed shampoo from her locks with the faucet nozzle of the whirlpool tub.

  “Right,” he answered, “the only time the moon cycle affects a werewolf is when they're turning Savage, and that won't happen to you.”

  Aislinn sighed in relief—and enjoyment. After making love with Troy until the early hours of the morning, they'd decided to take a long, hot bath and relax, offering her plenty of time to ask about all of the things she still didn't know.