by Ana Calin
I swear this must be the most ravishing scene I’ve seen in my life. This woman naked in my car, her skin white as alabaster, red waves of silky hair tumbling down around her slim round shoulders. I touch her cheek with my other hand, my beast finger thick and rough against her delicate skin.
“You’re a vision,” I whisper, but the sound comes out deep and gruff from my chest. Princess takes my hand in hers, her eyes like dreamy and full of desire.
“I want you to fuck my mouth, Nero, in your beast form.”
I swallow, struggling to control the turmoil inside.
“This is the poison speaking. You need an orgasm, and you need it fast.”
“I’m going to cum while I suck your cock, and then I’m going to cum again when you take me on the hood of your car.”
Fuck, the movie she puts in my head. I growl, pushing her seat back and easing my hand out of her pussy, rising to my feet. Without a second thought I grab her red hair with one hand, and undo my belt and jeans with the other. The clothes would have been torn to pieces if I’d fully shifted, but right now I’m half man half beast, my cock big and ribbed as I push it inside Princess’s plump mouth.
Jesus Christ, the sensation....
I scent the chemicals running wild inside her body as she sucks with zeal, milking the pleasure out of my cock. She looks up at me as she moves back and forth along my length, showing her pleasure at playing a wanton, sucking off a beast. It turns her on wildly, I can scent it in her body chemistry.
“Stop.” I want to retreat, because I’m too close to cumming, but Princess grabs my ass, demanding I stay. I growl as my sperm squirts out, and only then Princess lets go of my cock, pushing her tits up and watching with wicked satisfaction as I cum on them, my sperm dripping off her nipples.
I breathe hard, staring down at her, my head swimming. How is it possible for this woman to make me feel things no other woman ever came even close to, and how can I want her even more now that I’ve had her.
“Now bend me over the hood of your car and bang me like you own me.”
Sweet Jesus, the delight on her heated face while she says that, the lava in her eyes. Impulses fire inside of me, making me feel so alive that my life before this seems to have been a waste, as if I was only half alive. I scoop her up and jump with her onto the thick grass, placing her on her feet in the headlights in front of the car.
I rip her mini skirt, her stockings and her panties off of her, and drink in the sight of her. She’s standing naked in front of me, her tits covered in my cum, her red hair messed up, and her mouth swollen from sucking my cock.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I decree in my deep beast voice. “But I won’t bend you over the hood. I’ll look you in the face while I drive my cock inside of you.”
Princess
THE ALPHA OF THE WEREWOLF pack closes his rough hands on my hips, hoisting me onto the hood of his black Porsche. Now that he’s had his release he’s turned fully back into a human, into the heartbreakingly handsome Nero Wolf.
My eyes lick down his athletic body, my hands splaying over his chest. Feeling his rock-hard muscles under my palms makes me so fucking horny I’m soaking wet.
“I want you to fuck me hard,” I demand, drunk with desire as I’m staring into the werewolf’s golden eyes.
I open my legs to let him position himself between them. He’s unusually tall, so he has to plant his legs apart and bend his knees so he can push that big ribbed cock inside of me. I mewl as he fills me, forcing my walls apart.
“You like having a big thick cock fill you, don’t you, Princess.” His voice is a dangerous dark ripple, the sharp features of his face making me feel at the mercy of a bad boy.
“Fuck, you need a special permit for that weapon of a cock.” I whine as he pulls back only to push inside of me again, this time deeper, giving me both pleasure and pain. Soon he fucks me like there’s no tomorrow, one hand fisted in my hair, and tugging my head back, the other one pushing a finger inside my butt. Sweet Jesus, the sensation is out of this world.
“Forgive me,” he says gruffly. “But it’ll speed things up, and we have to neutralize that poison fast.”
“Oh, God, yes,” I scream, pleasure exploding from deep inside me, coating Nero’s werewolf cock in my female cum. The way he tugged my hair and fucked my ass with his finger while driving his iron-hard rod into my pussy was a head-spinning experience that leaves me sprawled on the hood of his car, spent and dizzy.
Minutes later the pleasure still hasn’t completely subsided, but my mind is clearing. The more I realize what just happened, the more shame takes over me. I prop myself on my hands and make to bring myself to a sitting position, but Nero is quick to help me up.
Jesus. I look right up into his golden eyes, slowly down his strong features to his broad chest and finally down to the place where we’re still connected between my legs.
“Oh my God this is so embarrassing,” I manage in a trembling voice as Nero eases himself out of me. I’m sure he must think I’m the dirtiest wanton woman that ever existed, having offered myself to him like this, in the woods, asking to be taken in these shameful ways.
But instead of zipping up and inviting me into the car coolly, as I expected he would, he cups his hard-on with his large hand and begins stroking, and I realize he hasn’t cum yet.
“Don’t worry,” he breathes, as if he knows what I’m thinking. “You don’t have to do anything, but let me look at you while I finish off.”
Pleasure runs through my body at those words. I still have a little while left with him. I slide off the hood, and he lets me do it, but when I drop to my knees and grab his cock to stick it into my mouth, he stops me.
“No, you don’t have to do this.”
“You let me do it before.” I look up his magnificent muscular body into his face, and my pussy throbs for him again. How can I want him so badly after only a few minutes since a shattering orgasm?
“You were in danger of dying, Princess, otherwise I wouldn’t have dared to. The climax changed your body chemistry, and reversed the effect of the substance. You’re yourself again now, you don’t have to give pleasure to a man you don’t truly want.”
“Oh, but I do want you, Nero.” The truth overfills my heart, and I can’t keep it to myself. “I want you in ways I didn’t even think it was possible to want a man.”
Nero stills, puzzled, because he thought I hated his guts. I let the expression in my eyes change as I look up at him, now full of dirty desire. He doesn’t try to stop me again when I close my lips around the wide crest of his iron cock, my jaw hurting from before. But I ignore the pain and take in as much of him as I can, though he’s too big for me to take all of him.
To my surprise it takes only a few seconds of me moving back and forth along his length for Nero to growl like an animal, grab my hair and release his cum into my mouth. He tugs my hair to move me away at the last second, but I don’t let him. I grab his muscular butt and keep him in my mouth, swallowing the hot salty waves of his masculine juice.
How will he ever believe that he’s the first man whose sperm I swallow? The idea was enough to disgust me in the past, but with Nero, I want to take in every last drop of his sap, as if that is the essence of his commanding masculinity. I look up at him, a sculpted god, as he pumps my mouth until he’s spent.
I let him out and lick my lips as his golden eyes land on me. He drops down to his knees, pulling me to his large, muscular chest, pressing my cheek to his hot skin. The moment I touch my face to the hair on his chest, the strangest sensation explodes inside of me, spreading from my core to the rest of my body—I feel home. If time were to stop and eternity were, indeed, a continuous now, then this right here is what I want to feel. Forever.
Nero
DAMN. I JUST FUCKED my secretary.
Out of all the thoughts I could have right now, this is the first one that comes to mind.
“We should, err.” I look down at this beautiful woman on her kne
es in front of me, completely naked and full of my cum. It’s like I’ve claimed every inch of her body, marking her breasts with my essence as if to mark my territory. She looks back at me with hope in her caramel eyes, the hope to read in my face what she means to me now, after what happened between us.
I may not be the Casanova my brother Drago used to be, or the ladies’ man Achilles still is, but I’ve had many women in my five centuries of life. I know what this look means, I can read the uncertainty as well as the desire for emotional connection in them. Princess is different from all of the women I had before, but what is it that I feel for her? What is this energy that seems to connect every inch of our bodies? Could it be that I—Fuck. Have I imprinted on her?
I jump up to my feet, trying to figure out what to do. My heart hammers in my chest like it’s out of control, and I look everywhere around except at Princess Skye, the beautiful and fiery redhead I just made mine.
“Er, let’s get you cleaned up.” I get a larger piece of my torn shirt from the car and walk back to her.
I’m a fucking idiot. Now on her feet in front of me, Princess braces herself, covering her breasts and trembling. She keeps her eyes cast down, silky red waves of hair falling to shield her cheeks from my scrutiny. Even her feet point inward, another clear sign she feels mighty uncomfortable.
My heart breaks inside my chest as I begin wiping my juice off of her, realizing she must wish she were anywhere other than facing me right now, and that’s all my fault. I urge myself to say something that will make her feel more comfortable, but it seems I’ve gone dumb. Nothing comes to mind, except,
“We’ll be at your place soon, you’ll be able to take a hot bath and relax.”
She nods her head, but doesn’t raise her eyes, and I suspect she might be crying. By the time I return from the trunk with a coat I keep for emergencies, intending to wrap her in it until we reach her house, Princess is sniffling.
I wrap the coat around her tightly, then I put on my own leather jacket, all the while thinking of things I could say to make this better. But what could I possibly say? Even if I considered having, I don’t know, more with her than what happened tonight, how do I do it? I’ve never been in a relationship before, just a few longer sexual arrangements with women who professed they didn’t want more, but ended up crying like Princess now. But, unlike her, they also argued vehemently I owed them a commitment. Even though they’d propositioned the no-strings-attached arrangement themselves, they argued I should have fallen in love, that that was the whole point of intimacy. They were probably right, but not even I could force my wolf to imprint on a woman who wasn’t born for it.
On a woman who wasn’t Princess Skye. The more I feel her by my side, the stronger the connection. For a moment I can even sense the sore feeling my cock has left inside of her.
I turn the Porsche into the road and drive to Princess’ house. The wind blows through her wavy red hair, the sweet scent of her flesh reaching me in the breeze. My eyelids feel heavy, my nostrils flaring to take as much of it as I can.
“Can you stop here?” Princess says when we’re near her place, her voice small. She pushes her hair behind her ear, revealing a side of her face for the first time since we left the woods, but she doesn’t look at me. “If we pull into the driveway my dad could see from upstairs.”
“All right, we’ll take the back door.”
We leave the car close to the woods behind Princess’s impressive family manor. Though I help her by keeping a firm arm around her shoulders, Princess fails to keep her balance as we make our way through the thick layer of grass, small dunes and holes twisting her ankles. She barely makes a sound each time she stumbles or a twig scratches her legs, but I can’t take her discomfort. My heart twists each time she experiences pain.
I scoop her up, tearing a yelp of surprise from her throat.
“I’ll carry you.”
With my face now so close to her again, her scent drives me crazy. A new need balls in my stomach, the need to pull her so close that her body becomes one with mine, to feel the velvety texture of her skin. I try to keep it inconspicuous when I bring my nose to the top of her head, inhaling the sweet perfume of her hair. She makes herself small at my chest, but I have this nagging feeling she’s not doing it for the same reasons I am, namely for the need to feel me close, but rather to protect herself from my attention.
We approach the manor from the back yard. I always knew the place was impressive, but now that I’m so close to it I realize it seems a fortress. A few glances around is all I need to assess the perimeter before I call Conan and ask for a team to guard the Skye manor.
“I need a dozen well rested men,” I tell him. “The way I see it, we’ll have to infiltrate a few inside the house, too. It’s big, labyrinthic, and the threat could come from everywhere, even from underneath.”
I’m still in military assessment mode as Princess and I enter the big drawing room through the back terrace doors. The space is high and wide, resembling a ballroom more than it does a drawing room, even though there are couches with silken cushions, a big chimney and a big and tall bookcase that gives the room the elegant feel of an aristocratic library.
“Are there secret tunnels or passageways inside this house?” I inquire as my eyes dart around, calculating how every object could be used as a weapon, a shield or an advantage for the forces of evil.
“There are,” Princess replies, walking to the bookcase and extracting something that looks like a parchment roll. It turns out it’s drawings. “Here are the plans.”
She walks to the fireplace, where I first think she wants to warm herself, but she pulls a lever and the fire dies, the wall behind it opening to a tunnel.
“We’re gonna take one now to my room, lest my dad hears us about the house.” She turns to me before she walks into the fireplace. “I think you need to see some of these passageways before you can instruct your men. Plus that I would very much appreciate it if you personally made sure the house, starting with my room, is secure before you leave.”
With one look at the big portrait above the fireplace—Princess’ megalomaniac father, I suppose—I step inside the fireplace, and the wall rises back into place behind us, connecting with an echoing thud back to the top of the fireplace.
“What happened to your mom?” I inquire as I follow her inside the tunnel. Unlike in creepy castles, this passageway is warm, cozy and nicely-lit with bulbs in the shape of oil lamps along the narrow walls.
“In New York for the summer fashion craze.”
I watch her long red locks bounce as she leads the way. Fuck, how I want to grab those small shoulders and push her against the wall, parting her legs and taking her right here. It’s the craving of my wolf—he wants to possess her inside this house so that he can make his claim on a core aspect of her life. A woman’s parental home occupies a vital spot in her emotional body, and my Alpha wolf craves to possess that.
“You sound sad about it.” I manage to sound cool, keeping my feelings from my voice.
“I’m not sad. It’s just that she’s never there, always has some society event to attend. She would drag me along, but since I haven’t been allowed to leave Darkwood Falls until now, well. But, to be honest, it’s mostly fashion shows, and even though I like them, I can’t watch as many as Mom.”
I want to ask her how come she doesn’t model herself, her body is perfect for the catwalk—probably groomed into that by her mother—and her face is exquisite. She’s extravagant and bold, the dream trophy wife for many a rich bastard. A lump forms in my throat and my jaw tightens at that thought. I fucking hate imagining that, and my wolf sends rage to my limbs. I remember how that now dead serpent servant leered at her, and a strange satisfaction about his death takes over.
Now there’s something I should probably be worried about, but before I get to dwell on it Princess emerges into a hallway with a red rug running along its entire length. It leads down to a set of high double doors that she opens to e
nter what I suspect is her bedroom.
“Please close the doors behind you,” she says over her shoulder, already throwing my coat off her shoulders.
Instead of closing the doors with my hands I push them shut by leaning with my back to them. I watch Princess walk naked toward the bathroom, and my cock starts to rise.
I bite my lips as those white hips sway, her buttocks round and firm, her hair falling like a wild red river down her back to her ass. The woman’s body is a work of art with those long, dancer legs and finely-muscled arms. Her beauty is as extravagant as the outfits she wears; they do indeed represent her personality, which is also why she wears them with such style.
She stops in the doorway that leads to the bathroom.
“I’m going to take a bath.”
“Yes, of course.”
I’m devouring her with my eyes, and I’m aware of it, but I just can’t stop myself. Her cheeks flush red and she disappears inside the bathroom.
I hear her turn the water on as I inspect the room where this exquisite female grew up. She spent most nights of her life here—except for the nights when she wasn’t out having one night stands with bikers in neighboring towns. The idea pierces my heart like a swift blade, and I swear I can feel the blood gush out of it.
How many men has she had before me? Since I can’t offer her a relationship, will she keep doing it, meet men and climax while riding them? I can see her riding some tattooed, hairy biker, her hips rocking as she climaxes for him; then I see him bend her over the leather seat of his Harley and the thought of murder clouds my head.
I’m driving myself crazy while I inspect the big queenly room with all its dark shades of red, the bed with the canopy up a dais, as well as her wardrobe. My face is burning, and my teeth crunching as porn movies of her and other guys play in my head.
“Is everything clear?” she says. I whip around to see her standing with a towel around her at the bathroom door, while I’m looking down at her from the dais by her bed.
“You can’t leave Darkwood Falls again, and you can’t even talk to strange men,” I growl, low and menacing. Princess’s perfectly drawn chocolate eyebrows rise as if she doesn’t understand, but I don’t care. I’ll keep her in by force if I have to, I can’t fucking live with the thought of her and some other guy.