by Jayla Kane
Testosterone, definitely. My whole body was hypersensitive, the smell of her hitting my nose as soon as my pants were off again. Just the scent of Baby on my cock made a bead of precum appear on the tip, and I turned off the hot water and stood in the freezing cold with my eyes closed for a full minute. Scrubbed the blood off; I’d need a new nail brush already, at the rate I was going. A quick rinse and I stepped out, finding a towel with one hand while I rubbed the water out of my eyes with the another. When I finished drying myself I glanced back at the bed and found her staring at me, her eyes a flash of amber in the moonlight.
“Hi,” she said, and my heart started hammering against my ribcage when I realized she was smiling at me. Baby leaned back, uncoiling herself, and kicked her legs out so that they were crossed at the ankles on the edge of her bed, her body just one long, taut line of perfect female sex. She tilted her head and bit her lip, her eyes lingering on every inch of my arousal as I took in the view, my mind going slowly blank, filling with a red haze, a lust I’d never felt latching on to my spine and clutching me in tender places, making me swallow, hard, before I could form words.
“Hi,” I growled, wondering what in the world was going to happen next, and finding I really did not care, as long it involved nothing more than her, this girl, this woman, this creature I was beginning to be sure I could not live without, and me.
Chapter Sixteen
Baby
Holy crap.
I hadn’t realized when he left to shower that I’d never seen him completely naked. There was that one time he wore a towel in the kitchen, but it was so brief, so downplayed, that it didn’t really count, any more than seeing him in his boxers in the moonlight. No more than I counted the time when his shirt rode up while we were on that terrible strawtick, or when I pulled it over his head while we cuddled. Those things happened, sure, but it was a whole different deal. It wasn’t like this—it wasn’t as if I’d confessed my love, as if we’d actually had sex ten minutes before. It didn’t hit me the way it did right now.
Because right now all I could think were those two totally inadequate words: holy. Crap.
Hunter’s skin glistened with the moisture from the shower. Drops of water sparkled on his broad shoulders and ran in little rivulets down between his pectoral muscles and along the divot between his abs, pooling in his belly until he tilted to the side and put his towel down. My eyes followed the wayward drop of water as it trickled the rest of the way, over his lower abdomen, into the thatch of dark hair between his hard hip bones, rippling as he moved…
He was really big. Like, really, really big. I knew that already, but it was different seeing it in context—I mean, Hunter was just big. All of him. So many muscles, all the muscles, really… And then… That. I mean, it was huge. No wonder it hurt.
In such a good way. That was the thing. Hunter looked delicious. He looked like sex defined, the drops of water clinging to those long eyelashes glittering as he stared down at me and took another step into the room. His thighs were slightly paler than the brown of his torso and arms, more of a coffee-and-cream color. He dropped another towel after rubbing it across his belly one more time and stared at me, his eyes so dark I wondered if they were changing again.
And I didn’t care if they were.
I leaned back on my elbows, letting my breasts loll on my chest, and uncrossed my ankles. He stopped moving, went completely still. I slowly slid my legs apart as I bent my knees, dragging my body slightly down the covers and opening my legs more and more… Until they were completely spread apart, the center of my body bared to him. Even his chest wasn’t moving, as if he forgot to breathe.
I hadn’t been sure about this position—well, the position we were most likely to end up in now. I thought missionary was ruined for me. But seeing him there, just sex in human form, made me… I don’t know. Horny, I guess. Blatant. I wanted to be under him, to feel that strength and power plunge into me, to be spread open and filled up again.
He still didn’t speak, but he moved towards the bed, and sure enough, his eyes were black. I watched as he put his weight on his arms, crawling towards me, then over my torso; I heard myself gasp when he lowered his face to my breasts and put my nipple between his sharpened incisors. He was so huge he wasn’t even completely on the bed; one of his feet was still on the floor. When he sucked my nipple my eyes closed and I found it a hell of a lot harder to concentrate on anything but the feel of him, the subtle weight of his body as he pressed down between my thighs. I could feel the very tip of him, the slippery head right there by my entrance, and moaned his name out loud; his hands clenched the blanket, and I pressed up, into his mouth, wanting more. The skin of his cock was hot, slick and smooth; I whispered his name and arched my back, and then it nudged me, just a little bit. Hunter sucked my other nipple, calmly ignoring the way I moved, then kissed his way up and over my breasts until he reached my neck; I felt the drag of his teeth on my throat, the slightest scratch as he made his way towards my mouth. By the time we were kissing his canines had retracted and he was hovering over my body, his hips settling between mine only enough to tease.
“Hunter—” I started to beg for it but he didn’t let me, sucking my tongue until I gasped while he slid his cock along my damp slit, making me even wetter. When I tried again he slipped his hands under me and heaved my body up, towards the headboard, knocking the pillows onto the floor. It was the closest I’d ever seen him come to losing control.
“Baby,” he growled, “I need to—”
“Do it,” I panted, and just like that, he was inside.
He was so tall that one of his arms went over my head, so that he was holding onto the headboard; the other one went underneath me, pulling me slightly up so that we could still kiss. His back was deeply arched as he thrust inside me, one leg sliding under mine, catching me at the knee and opening my body even more as he glided further inside—I couldn’t help the cry that erupted out of me as he filled me completely. He went slow, but it didn’t matter; I felt like I was being slowly, exquisitely cut in half. I know that sounds insane. It kind of was.
“Baby?” His voice was a rush of air, a little bit of thunder. He was worried when I opened my eyes and looked up at him, so I laid my hands on his cheeks and pulled him down to my lips, silently begging to taste him again. I could never get enough of that mouth, the way he patiently teased me, his lips and tongue swift and sure as he savored mine and made me twist and moan again.
“More,” I begged, and he gave it to me, the way his hips moved making me gasp as he pulled all the way out, then sank inside, deeper each time. When I thought I couldn’t take any more I felt the thatch of his hair meet my bared lips and knew he was all the way inside for the first time; I groaned at the depth, the sheer size of him, and felt my clit, swollen and hot, begin to throb. Hunter’s breath was coming in short bursts, my body straining as he moved in me. I held still for a minute and rode the wave, then started to feel a ripple that told me I was going to cum. Hard. “Baby, I want it—” I lost my breath when he picked up speed, dipping inside as my body began to tighten, and when he touched down again I screamed his name at the top of my lungs, feeling my pussy begin to swell and clench. “Oh, Hunter—Hunter!”
“Goddamn,” he hissed, and then we both lost what little control we’d managed to cling to until now; Hunter let go of the headboard and wrapped both arms around me, so that I was tightly enclosed, his forearms crossing my spine and clutching my shoulders as he moved faster, picking up speed, the rhythm growing desperate as I dug my heels into the small of his back and begged shamelessly for more. I came in shockwaves, one after another; I couldn’t hear anything but the blood pounding in my ears, couldn’t feel anything but him. Hunter drove into me, both of us panting, and when I finished I came screaming his name like a curse, or a prayer, the echo burrowing into me. I felt something deep inside—he grew stiffer, impossibly harder, so hard I shuddered again as I squeezed him a final time—and then heat, wet and deep and all h
is, filled me. I collapsed under him as he growled, a rumbling in his chest, the sound reassuringly inhuman, singularly him.
“Jesus,” he murmured after a minute, and something about the disbelief in his voice made me laugh. He turned his head, and I felt him slip out of me as his body spread out on the bed, his back straightening, legs akimbo, his head propped up on one thick bicep and mine on the other. “What?” His smile was so ridiculously sweet I couldn’t help but kiss him before I spoke.
“So that was… That was okay?”
It was Hunter’s turn to laugh. It was a deep, rough sound, and once it escaped from his full lips I reached up and traced the dimples left in its wake, his eyes growing soft as I touched him. “Um. Yeah, sugar. I’d say so.” A cloud flitted over his eyes as he watched me. “Are you okay?”
“You think a lot of yourself, buddy,” I said, deciding I should tease him instead of lie; the truth was that I would be sore unless I got up and concentrated with my weird mojo, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to miss a second with him. I wanted to do it all again. He grinned over at me in a way that reminded me he was only nineteen; he seemed so much older most of the time. I’d never seen that expression on his face.
“What?”
“You’re smiling. I love it when you smile,” I whispered, smiling back, and then I was kissing him, and then he was pulling me on top of his long torso, our bodies pressed together, hot and sweet and slippery… And then I moved a little more and felt him below me and arched into it… And then he was inside of me again, thick and taut, as I sat astride him and looked down at his beautiful face. No trace of the wolf now. Just Hunter. “Why do you look so serious all of a sudden?”
His eyes ran over my body, greedy in the moonlight. “I meant to lick that pretty pussy first,” he muttered, reaching up to cup my breasts, one in each huge hand. He watched my nipples harden and I felt him move inside of me, as if the sight of my body’s response to his touch made his cock jump. “First thing on my to-do list tomorrow.”
“Mmm,” I murmured, experimentally rotating my hips; I was rewarded immediately when Hunter’s eyes fluttered shut, his mouth falling open in an expression of sheer ecstasy. “What else is on this to-do list, exactly?” It took him a second to answer, his forehead puckering as he shifted below me, his eyes opening and meeting mine. When he bit his lip, I almost came, and I suddenly understood what had happened to him a second ago. Just the sight of his pleasure made me shake with need.
He saw it in my face and moved accordingly, letting a rough fingertip trail across my belly, then reach below and find my clit with expert precision. “Not sure,” he said, his voice gruff; teasing me had the same effect on him as it had on me, and he stiffened inside of me again when he heard me moan. “Might need to eat your ass, too, spend a couple days on that—”
“Days?” I burst out laughing, and it made me squeeze him harder, an unexpected pleasure for both of us. He sucked in a pleased breath, mirth lighting his eyes, and tapped my clit until I cried out again.
“Sure,” he said. “You got somewhere to be?”
“I mean, this ass belongs to cheer squad, as someone so recently reminded me,” I said, my voice catching on every other word as I began involuntarily moving in response to his slow, rhythmic press from below. His touch on my clit grew softer, more specific, and I almost lost control again.
“I think this ass belongs to me now,” he said, his voice rougher, and he thrust into me from beneath. I knew he was teasing me, but the possessive rumble in his voice made me sweat with desire.
“Prove it,” I panted, and he surprised me by reaching down and lifting me, effortlessly and abruptly, into the air. In another second I was on all fours, about to bark out a harsh protest, when I felt him slide inside of my pussy, slick and deep. His teeth sank into my shoulder as his broad hands supported his strong body over mine, a canopy of muscle, hard against my back. “Oh!” He could get even further in this way, and I gasped when he fucked me for the first time. We’d been making love before, I realized; this was definitely fucking.
Hunter was fucking me, and I was going to cum in… Three… Two… One…
“Hunter!” My voice was just a wail, his name a siren; my arms buckled from the power of the orgasm and he wrapped a strong forearm across my chest and kept me aloft, his cock merciless as he filled me from behind.
“Is it mine yet?” His voice was harsh, the playful tone abandoned. I shuddered as I came for him over and over, his hips pounding into my ass as I felt tears track down my cheeks from sheer bliss; I felt completely safe, completely owned. Complete, in his arms, his bite on my neck, his cock inside me. “Is this my pussy, Baby? Say it.”
“It’s yours,” I moaned, my throat tight. He fucked me harder; I saw stars.
“You sure?” I felt his breath on my spine, the heat of his mouth as he sucked my skin. I found the strength to move my hand and clutched his, threading our fingers together over my heart.
“Yes,” I hissed.
Hunter reared back on his knees and I felt him pull his hand away and collapsed onto the bed, my ass in the air as I fell forward, helpless, wrecked, but not yet spent. He was still inside of me, slowly working in and out; I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but my body was just a single heat wave in the moment, a rush of pleasure drenching me in sensation so intense it felt like a trance. One rough fingertip tapped my asshole and I popped up on my hands, startled; he reached around my hip with his other hand and slid a damp finger over my clit, making me moan out loud instantaneously. “Mine,” he hissed, his voice almost unrecognizable. My knees shook, and when I twisted to see him over my shoulder I was taken aback by the sight of him; Hunter never looked anything other than unruffled, sometimes even blank. Uninterested. But right now he glistened with sweat, his tongue tucked between savage white teeth as his eyes burned down at my body, his face a portrait of sexual possession. When our eyes met his fingertip slipped inside of my ass and I came a final time, screaming his name as he plunged inside of my body and swept me with his heat.
When it was over we both laid on the bed facing each other but not touching for a long moment. “Too much?” His eyes weren’t black now; the moonlight dimmed their color, but I could see the glint of violet even in the dark. “I should have talked to you—I should have—”
“You did,” I said, rolling onto my side so I could face him, and he stopped short. “I’m not as fragile as I look,” I whispered, and he tentatively reached out to touch my cheek, his long body draped across the bed.
“You’re not fragile,” he murmured, his beautiful eyes tracking every feature of my face. “You’re precious. I don’t know what the fuck I—”
“I do,” I said, and he blinked. “I think that’s called sex, Hunter. I mean, you would know better than me.”
He gave me a half-smile and shook his head, then rolled closer to me, resting a heavy hand on my hip. He took a deep breath and ran his fingertip along my thigh, then back up along the curve of my waist until he touched my shoulder. “Not really.”
“Yes, really.”
“Baby, nothing has ever felt like that, I’ve never talked like that. I’ve never wanted to,” he told me, his voice low and dark and sweet in the moonlight. “I’ve never done that.” Hunter was earnest. His hand clutched my shoulder; I reached out and pressed my palm against his cheek, and then we rested our foreheads against one another, quiet in the space we made between us.
“Okay,” I said softly, deciding not to read into it. “But it’s still just sex, right? Sex is supposed to make you… I don’t know. A little crazy. Right?”
He didn’t speak for a long time, but his eyes were trained on me. I could feel my eyelids starting to lag, the exhaustion coming over me, and sat up just long enough to push the covers down. Hunter pulled them over me as I sank back into the mattress, then tucked his arm around me. When I laid my head on his chest I felt sleep creep over my body in a flash, then suddenly halt as I registered the dim rush of sou
nd beneath my ear. “Hunter? Why is your heart beating so fast?”
I don’t know if he answered me. Dreams swept me away before his words registered, before I even knew what was happening, the warmth of his touch pulsing through me, lulling me into a more peaceful place than I’d felt since the last time I lay next to him.
Chapter Seventeen
Hunter
She was right; my heart was racing like something was chasing it. In a sense, I guess something was.
I lost it. I completely lost control when I was inside of her—my Baby, the most beautiful creature god ever could have conceived, the woman I was sure I would love until I died. The things she’d been through… And then I… I…
It must have been the wolf, I thought, the sound of my own pulse thrumming in my ears. It couldn’t be me. That’s not what I did; if anything, I could wait forever to cum, sometimes I even chose not to, when I didn’t like what was happening. All those seedy moments in the garage… I wasn’t the kind of man to lay claim to a woman like that, even if it did happen to be one I loved. I didn’t do that.
But I had. The whole thing had been a fight with myself, like a horse with a bit that didn’t quite fit—I fit with Baby, was the thing. Her body was… It was complete abandon, an unimaginable pleasure. Heaven. Being inside of Baby felt like heaven. That was new to me too—I was big, and you had to be careful, and even when you were sometimes—
Anyway. I didn’t understand. I’d had sex enough to know how to do it, how the whole thing would play out, generally; I wasn’t as experienced as she seemed to imagine, and certainly not with any kind of actual intimacy, but sex is sex… Isn’t it?
Was that why I was afraid? The word rang in my head, the truth of it spiraling down inside of me. I was afraid. Was it because this was so… So intimate?