Kiss of the Wolf

by Morgan Hawke

  Yaroslav lifted his head, not even bothering to hide his broad grin. “Please what?” He pushed a finger deep into her core and flicked deep within her.

  Thorn howled and bucked in time to his finger’s possession. “Please! Let me come!”

  His smile was full of teeth. “I will have to bite you.”

  She threw back her head and arched. “So bite me, damnit!”

  “As you wish.” He pulled fingers from her core and lifted his arm to press her thigh against the bulkhead. He opened his hand on her inner thigh and held it down against the mattress, spreading her wide and holding her perfectly still.

  Thorn panted. What was he doing? How the hell was he going to bite her when he was down there?

  His mouth and tongue descended to her tortured flesh. His long finger slid back into her slick core. He pressed rhythmically within while his tongue slowly circled her swollen clit.

  Searing heat, voracious hunger, hammering need…Thorn arched and twisted under him. Gasping cries burst from her lips.

  He trapped her leg flat and firmly on the mattress. His mouth moved from her aching flesh to the crease dividing her mound and the softness of her inner thigh. His tongue darted out, wetting a spot close to her thigh’s juncture, and his thumb slowly circled her swollen clit.

  Thorn’s body stilled. The hair rose on the back of her neck. He was not going to bite her there? She panted in dread and anticipation. She felt the press of pointed teeth against the softest flesh of her inner thigh. Tension coiled, clenched, knotted.

  A small but sharp burn scored her inner thigh. A soft whimper escaped. Wet warmth ran downward…. Her body released in a brutal explosion of icy-hot fire that blazed up her spine to scour the back of her skull. A waterfall of pleasure crashed down on her.

  His mouth closed on the slight burn, and his tongue lapped. His finger plunged, and his thumb flicked across her aggravated clit.

  She drowned under wave after wave of glorious delight. Her delighted cries filled the small cabin in time to his sucking mouth.

  Yaroslav raised his head from her thigh and licked the crimson smears from his smiling lips. “Good, yes?”

  Gasping for breath and trembling with aftershocks, Thorn gazed at the vampire’s brutally handsome face and night-black eyes. She nodded. She couldn’t form one single coherent thought, never mind actually speak.

  He rose from her spread thighs and crawled over her to stare down into her eyes from barely a breath away. “I am glad to have pleased you.” His mouth descended to hers.

  She opened for his kiss. His teeth gently scored her lips, and she tasted the sweet copper taste of her blood on his tongue. Against her belly, she could feel the rigid length of his erection. She reached down between them to slide her hand into his pants. The silky-smooth shaft was hot against her fingers. Out of sheer reflex, she grasped him and pulled, stroking him from base to the flared head.

  He moaned into her mouth and trembled.

  Thorn nipped at his bottom lip and wondered what he would look like with her mouth on him. Well, there was only one way to find out. She turned from his kiss and set her free palm against his chest. “Sit up.”

  He groaned and then leaned up, frowning. “What is this?”

  Thorn blinked. He hadn’t pulled that thought from her head? He must have been distracted by her hand on his cock. It looked like she wasn’t the only one ruled by instinct. She smiled. “It’s my turn to taste you.”

  His brows rose. “Indeed?” He sat back on his knees. The scarce light defined his muscular form into stark planes and hollows. “You wish to do this?”

  Thorn licked her lips. “Yep.” She looked him in the eye, showing teeth in her smile. “I’m dying to see if I can make you scream the way you made me.”

  “Is that so?” Yaroslav barked out a laugh. “Very well, you are more than welcome to make the attempt.”

  He took only a moment to shuck off his pants, tossing them on the floor, and then he knelt near the foot of the bed, facing the pillows and her. He leaned back on one palm and dug his fingers through his long hair, combing it back from his brow. The curving column of his cock arched up from between his knees. The deeply blushing head very nearly brushed his navel. Viscous moisture beaded the tip. “I await your pleasure.”

  She rolled forward onto her hands and knees, her pale brown hair falling to the blankets. “Ready or not, here I come.” Setting her palms between his spread knees, she lowered her head and dropped a light kiss on the top of his right knee. Watching him from beneath the fall of her pale hair, she licked the spot she’d kissed. She licked farther up his thigh and felt his slight shiver under her tongue.

  His smile faded.

  She lowered her head, dropping down to her elbows to get as low as she could. She worked her mouth until it filled with saliva, and then with a very wet tongue curled it under his lightly furred balls and licked upward over the plump fullness of his sac, and then up the shaft to the moist tip, trailing wetness. He tasted clean. She could smell the soap he’d used under the rich musk of male arousal. She caught his gaze and lashed the tip of her tongue across the very top of the cock head peeking from its sheath.

  He sucked in a harsh breath. The head of his cock emerged entirely from its sheath and seeped.

  A spark of accomplishment almost made her giggle. I think he liked that. She swirled her tongue around the flared edge and then laved across the head. Salty musk tingled on her tongue. The flavor was not quite what she was used to, but it wasn’t bad. It didn’t have the bitterness of someone who drank beer or ale. It didn’t have the numbing burn of someone who drank a lot of those new dark sodas either. It was…interesting. There seemed to be some kind of coppery sweetness to it.

  Thorn pulled back to focus on his cock and worked her mouth to generate saliva. He was thick and long. She was not going to be able to get all of him into her mouth. That meant keeping her hands on him to make damn sure he didn’t shove that thing deeper than she could handle. All right….

  She licked both of her hands and reached out to smooth her wet palms along the warm length of his shaft from head to root, pushing the sheath back to fully expose the blushing purple head.

  His lips parted, and a groan escaped him.

  She leaned forward with her very wet tongue extended and twirled it around the very top of his cock head. She widened the circling of her tongue until she stroked the flared edges and then took him deeper, and deeper, to the back of her throat. Her hands grasped the rest of his length, extending the reach of her mouth. She pulled back slowly while sucking strongly. He slid from her mouth with the sound of wet suction.

  Yaroslav gasped, his eyes closing briefly. “I suspect you may achieve your goal.”

  Her smile broadened. “You made me scream, so it’s only fair, don’t you think?” She opened her mouth and took him swiftly to the back of her throat. Sucking strongly, she pulled back until he slid past her lips with another wet smack.

  He choked and groaned. “By all means, continue with this fairness.”

  She took him back into her mouth and lashed her tongue under the shaft. Looks like he hasn’t had decent service in a while. Good.

  Yaroslav threw his head back and groaned. “Mother Night, ah!” Braced back on his hands, his hips bucked reflexively, fucking her mouth in short jabs. “You will make me come very swiftly.”

  Thorn smiled around the cock pumping in and out of her mouth. That’s what you think. She closed one hand around the base of his shaft, pressing a thumb against the thick vein on the underside, right up against the start of his ball sac. At the same time, she used her other damp palm to stroke what she couldn’t get into her mouth. As long as her thumb stayed on that vein, his release could not escape. He would still climax, but he wouldn’t fill her mouth with cum. He wouldn’t lose his erection either. In fact, it would make it worse.

  His hips thrusting, Yaroslav’s mouth opened on a choking gasp. He grasped her shoulder with one hand and pushed up with his
knees, pumping into her mouth at a frenzied pace. He moaned through clenched teeth.

  Thorn felt the pulse against her thumb. He was trying to come. The bastard hadn’t even bothered to warn her; he’d intended to come in her mouth. Too bad it wasn’t going to happen. Nice try.

  Yaroslav sat back onto his heels, gasping and groaning. His whole body trembled with denied release.

  She nearly grinned. Surprise! Well aware that he was more sensitive after his aborted release, she lashed the head of his cock unmercifully with her tongue.

  Yaroslav gave a frustrated cry and jerked back, pulling completely from her mouth.

  Thorn widened her eyes and looked up at him with her best innocent expression. “What?”

  His eyes were narrowed to slits, his cheeks flushed, and he panted for breath, but he smiled. “What is this?”

  Thorn tilted her head, keeping her eyes wide, but her mouth tipped into a small smile. “You didn’t say ‘please.’”

  Yaroslav’s brows shot up. “Ah?” He folded his arms, and a positively evil smirk graced his lips. “Revenge shall be mine.”

  She bit her bottom lip. Uh-oh…

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  Thorn sat up on her knees, facing the frustrated vampire. “Oh, come on!” She folded her arms across her naked breasts. “How hard is it to say please?” She stuck out her bottom lip for good measure.

  His smile tightened, and his eyes narrowed. “I was not aware that ‘please’ was a requirement.”

  Thorn clenched her teeth. Stubborn pain in my ass…. “You are not the only one with urges, vampire. Let me have a turn at being on top, damnit!”

  Yaroslav’s eyes widened, and his brows lifted. “On top?” He released his breath, and his smile softened. “I see. My apologies.” He lifted his chin and cleared his throat. “Continue, please.”

  Thorn blinked. That wasn’t quite what she’d had in mind, but it was probably the best she would get, under the circumstances. She took a breath and released it. His potent musky scent beckoned enticingly. She’d take it. This time. She leaned forward on her hands.

  Yaroslav obligingly leaned back, resting on his palms. His smile tilted up on one side, but his eyes narrowed.

  Thorn hesitated. Suspicion curled through her. Watching him, she dropped to her elbows, extended her tongue, and licked up his cock.

  His mouth opened, and a soft sigh escaped.

  A bit more confident, she licked both her palms, inched closer, and grasped his warm, rigid length. She stroked downward to lower his sheath and then leaned down to twirl her tongue across the tip of his cock head. She took his cock as deep into her mouth as she could and tongue-lashed him.

  He groaned, and his head tipped back. “Ah…good.”

  She rested her arms on his spread knees and eased down onto her belly. Sucking strongly, she pulled back, letting him withdraw, only to suck him back into her mouth. She closed her damp palms around him, using her hands to extend her mouth’s reach. Her head rose and fell, pumping him in and then sliding him back out. Then again, and again…

  His body tensed under her. His flavor intensified against her tongue.

  She deliberately slowed down and looked up at him.

  His eyes were half closed, and his mouth half open. His chest and belly gleamed with sweat, and his nipples stood out in sharp relief. He was getting close.

  Good. She tightened her hold on him and slowed further.

  He groaned, and his hips twitched, suggesting a rhythm. She matched that rhythm, knowing good and well that his body knew best what would bring him to climax.

  He sucked in a sharp breath and sat up to arch over her, breathing hard. He slid his fingers into her long hair at the base of her neck.

  Thorn tensed. She didn’t want him grabbing her hair and taking over.

  He didn’t grab; instead, his palms slid down her back, with one hand reaching farther to cup her butt cheek.

  It felt kind of good. Thorn relaxed and continued. The flavor of his pre-cum enriched and gained a slightly heady tingle. It wasn’t bad, more like the slight burn of fine liquor. He seemed to be producing a lot of it, too. She pulled back to swallow and then took him swiftly to the back of her throat.

  He released a soft gasp, and his hand on her butt shifted to the part in her cheeks. His fingers delved downward and brushed her soaked feminine curls. His explorations stilled. “Ah, so this excites you?” His voice was deep and slightly breathless.

  Thorn glanced up at him. Actually, no, he excited her, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. He was too full of himself by far already. She lashed her tongue against the underside of his cock to distract him.

  He sucked in a breath and plunged two long fingers into her.

  The invasion was sudden, deep, and breathtakingly delicious. Her body clenched around his fingers hungrily. Thorn moaned and sucked his cock a little deeper than she’d planned. Her throat closed tight around it. She pulled back, releasing him, and had to swallow to keep from choking.

  She rubbed at the saliva on her chin and glared up at Yaroslav. “What are you doing?”

  The vampire smiled and removed his fingers from her body. He raised his hand to his mouth and licked his wet fingers.

  Thorn stared, mesmerized by the view of his tongue on his fingers. For all the incredible strength in them, his slender fingers looked so delicate, the long nails lending them grace. His tongue looked positively sinful.

  Thorn took a sudden breath and realized she’d been holding it. She glanced away briefly to get her brain functioning again. The sneaky bastard was trying to distract her. And it was working. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you want me to finish this or not?”

  Yaroslav reached down and grasped her by the upper arms, lifting her to her knees.

  Thorn stiffened. “Hey!”

  He leaned back, pulling her up with him and astride his hips, and then settled back among the blankets. His long midnight hair fell across the bed and slid off the side. “Perhaps we should finish each other?”

  She fell forward onto the vampire under her, her hands splaying on his broad chest. “What are you doing?”

  The vampire released her arms and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down and tight against his chest. “Did you not say that you wished to be on top?”

  “Uh, yeah….” She swallowed. His nipples were hard points under her palms. “But I meant…”

  Yaroslav reached up to cup her cheek. “You wish to take command, yes?”

  “Well, yeah….” She didn’t actually mean to press her cheek against his warm palm, it just kind of happened.

  “So, then…” He brushed his thumb against her bottom lip. “What is that phrase you Americans use? Ah, yes….” He raised his knees, spreading her wide while pressing his heated length up against her intimate flesh. “Fuck me.” He smiled. “Please.”

  His erection slid against her damp, creaming cleft and the sensitive nub of her clit. Her belly clenched in hungry interest. She sucked in a breath, but that didn’t stop the groan from escaping, or her hips from undulating to feel more of him sliding against her. God, he feels good….

  The vampire groaned, grabbed her butt, and rolled his hips. The hard heat of his shaft sought her, found her, centered, and thrust, sliding deep into her.

  Thorn threw back her head and gasped, her knees tightening against his hips. Without thought, she tilted her hips forward and rocked. His deliciously hard length moved within her, and her excited clit rubbed against his pubic bone. Delight sparked hot and fast. She released a long, low moan.

  Yaroslav’s eyes closed, and his lips parted with a satisfied sigh. “Yes….”

  She leaned forward, pressing her palms on his chest. His cock slid partway out. She fell back down on him, taking him brutally hard. His cock slid into her slick sheath and hit just the right spot within her. She gasped in raw pleasure.

  The vampire groaned and bucked under her, meeting her with a thrust. “So…strong.” He rolled his hips under her, grinding u
pward. “Is…good.”

  Thorn grinned in sheer feminine conquest. “Glad you like it.” She rose again to fall fast and hard, grunting with the impact.

  He groaned and bucked under her. “I will come…very quickly!”

  She closed her eyes and slammed down onto him. She could literally feel him getting harder and more rigid within her. “Mmm…isn’t that what you wanted?” She rose and fell faster and harder, riding him with ruthless abandon.

  “God…yes!” He panted and bucked under her, matching her swift, brutal rhythm, his heels digging into the mattress to thrust upward, meeting her stroke for stroke.

  The sweat gleamed and ran on both of them. Their panting breaths were punctuated by the rapid slaps of wet flesh against wet flesh. The rich scent of sex perfumed the small cabin.

  “Thorn!”

  “Mmm?” She opened her eyes and gazed down at the vampire straining beneath her.

  His eyes were wide, his cheeks were flushed, and his mouth gaped open, showing all four of his long teeth. He reached up and caught her around the neck, pulling her breast down to his open mouth. His other hand cupped her ass, his fingers digging into the plump, soft flesh. Pounding up into her with hard, swift thrusts, he suckled hard on her breast, his mouth making enthusiastic wet sounds.

  Her mouth opened, and she gasped out her delight, her fingers digging into his shoulders, straining to match his pounding rhythm. Climax coiled and tightened into a white-hot, molten mass. Shivers danced up her spine. She was close, very close….

  He growled, a low and liquid feline rumbling deep in his chest. His arm locked around her neck, pulling her breast tight against his wide-open mouth. His teeth pressed into the soft flesh around the pale rose areola of her nipple as he thrust up into her with frantic speed.

  She sucked in a startled breath. He was not going to bite her…there? Fear spiked through her, and climax rose to a vicious crescendo—and held, right on the edge. She writhed and twisted but couldn’t make herself go past it; she couldn’t make her body come. “Damnit!” Her voice was hoarse with raw need.