by Kimber White
Tucker’s eyes hooded with lust as he slowly dropped to his knees and crawled the few feet between us. With one powerful swipe of his hand, he shoved the table away from the couch. His strength seemed almost inhuman, and the table flew across the room, crashing against the opposite wall. I startled, but felt a new flash of heat between my legs, and I struggled to open myself even wider for him. I turned to face him, putting my hands on my knees and drawing my legs wide apart as Tucker knelt before me. My poor, throbbing pussy was completely exposed to his inspection.
Tucker’s lips curled back in a smile, and he let out another low, sultry growl. Then he was on me. I cried out as Tucker slid his hands under my buttocks, angling me toward him. He held me there as he flicked my sensitive little sex with the tip of his tongue. I cried out, almost unable to contain the sensation. Tucker licked me again, the taste of me driving him to some primal place as he inhaled my scent and fastened his lips over my swollen clit. He took his time, letting his tongue feather over my delicate flesh. I felt myself opening for him like a flower. He tilted me forward even more as he buried himself between my legs.
It was too much. His hands on my buttocks, his kiss on my thighs, and the trail he made with his tongue, teasing my inner folds until he finally fastened his lips gently around my throbbing little clit and sucked me there. I bucked and thrashed, my body an explosion of sensations. But Tucker held me in place, making me ride it out as he delivered sweet torture. I grabbed the fabric of the couch, holding on for dear life as Tucker coaxed even more pleasure from me. I was shameless—writhing on the couch with my legs splayed wide, my hips gyrating wildly.
I became what he made of me. It felt sinful, wanton, and oh so good. I wanted this to go on forever. I ground against Tucker’s lips, trying to control the rhythm. He had me pinned there, his grip strong on my ass, forcing me to take the pleasure at his pace, making me beg for more with my body. As he sucked me, his tongue darted in and out of me. It was firm and strong but I wanted so much more of him. My body cried out for it. I wanted Tucker to fill me.
When my orgasm hit, I felt like I might fly off the couch if Tucker hadn’t held me in place. My body exploded in ecstasy as Tucker used his expert tongue to drive me higher and higher. I couldn’t hold back. Didn’t want to. I threw my head back and screamed, grunting like some wild animal at the top of my lungs. Just a few minutes before, someone had come to Tucker’s door and I had half a sense that they might be nearby. And they would hear me. There could be no mistaking my groans of pleasure as Tucker drove me to the edge and back. In that moment, I didn’t care. Let them hear. Let them watch. As long as I could go on feeling this way.
As I crested down, my flesh became so sensitive it almost hurt to have his mouth still on me. But Tucker knew what he was doing. He pulled back, delivering gentle kisses to my sensitive mound, seeming to know just how much I could take. The room spun before it came into focus again.
Tucker knelt before me, his lips slick from the treatment he’d given me and his eyes flashed dark with lust. Heat shot straight through me. We were far from finished. Tucker meant to take his own pleasure. Something about the way he held his head, slightly cocked to the side, made me realize he was asking for permission once again. He was huge and hard as he rose to his knees before me. If it was possible, his erection seemed to have grown even more. And oh, I wanted it, even though it scared me a little. But Tucker had primed me well and I knew he would not be denied.
“Yes,” I gasped in answer to his unspoken question.
Tucker’s movements were quick and powerful. He had an athleticism that seemed animalistic in that moment. He scooped me up with one arm and carried me into the other room. He took three strong strides and flipped me so I landed in the center of the bed, on my hands and knees.
Tucker’s breath was strong and hot at my ear. My pulse quickened as he nipped my earlobe. He didn’t use words, but again, I understand the implication. He wanted me to keep still. It wouldn’t be easy. He would stretch me dangerously wide. My body thrummed with new arousal. I lowered myself until I rested my chin on my hands, keeping my ass high in the air for him.
I shuddered as I felt Tucker shift behind me, getting himself into position. He placed his hands on my hips, angling me back even farther. This way, I was completely exposed. He ran a finger down my gaping, swollen folds as if to remind me that he could see everything I had to offer, and knew how badly I wanted him.
And then I felt him.
Tucker pressed the head of his cock against my delicate flesh, and again I felt myself opening for him even more. I took a breath to brace myself, still fearful that he might be far too big for me to accommodate. He ran one hand up the small of my back, gentling me as he slid the first few inches in. I gasped as my pussy started to stretch wide. He went slowly at first, letting me adjust to his size. He was huge and hard, and if it weren’t for his hand at my back, I might have tensed up and clenched against him. But Tucker let me take him in at my own pace and once he worked the first two or three inches in, it felt oh so good as he filled me up.
“Yes,” I gasped, thrusting my hips backward. I wanted it. I wanted more. My body cried out for it.
Then Tucker couldn’t go slow a second longer.
He fed the last few inches into my hungry sex, and I took all of him in that I could. I wouldn’t have believed it possible, but as I felt his balls against me, I knew I’d done it. He held me like that for just an instant, letting me settle into the feeling of him. I felt my pussy clench around him as a new, more powerful orgasm started to rise within me. Now though, it was Tucker’s turn to take his pleasure from me, and I was only too eager to brace myself to let him take it.
“Fuck me!” I heard myself cry out. Tucker kept one hand on my back to steady me as he started his slow, pounding rhythm. I felt filled to the brim as he pounded me from behind.
He was so big. Massive. I felt my walls stretch, clench, quiver as I struggled to keep still and take him. I balled my fists into the bed sheets as I braced myself each time he drew his hips back. Tucker held me in a perfect balance between pleasure and pain. With each new thrust, he forced more of me open, as if his cock somehow grew even bigger while he fucked me. But, he didn’t tear me. Not once. Instead, I felt myself opening even wider, angling my ass ever higher as if my body had been well-trained just for him.
But this was just the beginning.
Tucker got me accustomed to the feel of him for a good long while. He settled into a punishing, but steady rhythm. My breath came in short pants. The heat between my legs grew and he had me so wet, I felt a steady trickle of my juices sliding down my legs, coating the both of us and easing his passage. Then something shifted. As soon as Tucker had me well primed, his grip on my hips tightened. Up until now, he’d let me sway to my own rhythm along with him. He let me find the perfect friction as he pressed himself in and out. Now though, he pulled me back just a little further. My knees trembled beneath me as I struggled to take even more of him in. He had my ass up as high as it would go, my cheek pressed down against the bed. He paused for a second to let me adjust, then I felt him pull back, poised to redouble his efforts.
I barely had time to catch my breath and clutch the sheets even tighter. Something wild seemed to come over Tucker. He let out that low, preternatural growl. His fingers closed around my hips. He didn’t hurt me. Just the opposite. When I thought I couldn’t possibly fit more of him inside me, he found a way to slide in deeper. He filled every inch of me, stuffing me to the fullest, giving me the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt.
“Yes! More!” I heard myself gasp. It was enough to send Tucker completely over the edge. His other hand went to my shoulder, pinning me against the bed as he fucked me with abandon, no longer pausing to let me adjust to his girth. Still, I didn’t tear. My body was made for his, it seemed, as I clenched and stretched around him. I felt the rising tide of a powerful orgasm build from someplace deep inside. When Tucker came, I marveled at whether I would be ab
le to take it. He filled me so completely I doubted there was even a millimeter of space left.
Tucker growled again. A low, menacing rumble that vibrated through his body and into mine. In another life, it might have frightened me. It was filled with such power and dominance. Now, though, it ignited some deep desire inside me, and my body answered with the first shuddering quakes of a deep orgasm. He stopped me though. With his hand at my shoulder, Tucker leaned forward. I felt his hot breath at the nape of my neck and the hairs there stood on end. My skin rippled in gooseflesh where he touched me and my sex answered with a fresh rush of hot juices.
He flicked my earlobe with a quick tongue and I gasped. He used no words but somehow I understood exactly what he wanted, as if his body, his low growl could communicate with me along some erotic, telepathic line.
You’re mine now and forever. Say it.
“Yes!” I cried out. “Fuck. Yes! God! All yours! Do it!”
I had no conscious understanding of what was about to happen, only that I needed it, craved it, would die without it.
I felt Tucker shift behind me. From my peripheral vision, I saw him rear his head back. He let out a howl that was part human, part wolf and all sex. I screamed with him from the pleasure and pain of his deep thrusts, my body stretched as far as it could go.
With my ass angled high, his monstrous cock impaled deep within me he had me open, stretched, teetering on the edge of my own explosive pleasure. I was his. Now and forever, even though I couldn’t appreciate what that meant. Just that I wanted it. Would kill for it. Would die without it.
Then Tucker came. His thick, hot semen exploded inside me, reaching every corner as my own body quivered and clenched around it. My raw sex shuddered and my orgasm broke over me, stretching me open even wider if that was even possible. Then Tucker bent low again. I felt his teeth at the nape of my neck. Just as I reached the crest of my orgasm, he sank his teeth into my flesh. My body was combustible sensation. Pleasure. Pain. Desire. Euphoria.
He drew blood. It should have hurt. I should have screamed from the pain of it. Somehow though, as he let me take my orgasm, a different type of release came over me. The focus of my world was the juddering release between my legs. At the same time, his teeth sank into the tender flesh at the base of my neck. I became awash with ice and heat and ecstasy. Then he drew his teeth away and sucked me there. His tongue was rough with soothing heat. He pumped out the last of his seed in me as he lapped at my neck and pulled me close to him.
I was weightless, boneless, as my orgasm waned. I let him draw me against him, shuddering as he gathered me into his arms and held me close. He was still in me. His great, thick cock pressed deep into my sensitive folds. He placed slow kisses at the base of my neck while he ran his hand down and gently squeezed each of my nipples. Another claiming that I was only too happy to give.
I don’t know how long he held me like that. An hour? Forever? I nuzzled back into him, relishing the feeling of total submission as he worshiped my body with his fingers. He was slow and tender now, but the message was clear. My body was his as his was mine. And I knew I could never go back.
Chapter Nine
We woke at dawn. Tucker still cradled me against him. I forgot for a time who I was or where I was going. In that dream space, I was only Tucker’s...had always been Tucker’s. He snored beside me and I took time to really look at him as he slept.
Awake, Tucker had a feral, dangerous beauty about him, as if he could bring a grown man to his knees with just one glance. I suppose he’d brought me to heel last night the same way. A slow blush crept through me as I thought about how much I’d enjoyed the process. Asleep, though, he was coiled strength, but peaceful. His thick, dark lashes fell against his cheeks. He worked the muscles of his jaw as he dreamt. He let out a chuff that sounded part dog, and I marveled at the rise and fall of his strong chest.
What had he done to me? We were near strangers and I’d let him take me, possess me in ways that made me question who I was. It was as if the world...my world...had shifted on its axis the moment he fixed his eyes on me. What was I to him? Just a quick if not amazing fuck? Is that what he was to me? This wasn’t who I was. I had plans, a new life ahead of me. Tucker could be anyone. I knew nothing about him, and yet, I’d now let two days go by and I felt bound to him.
Something happened last night, and I had a million questions. I should wake him. Better yet, I should get dressed and get the hell out of here before he woke. I should be on my way to Ann Arbor like I’d planned. What was I doing here? There were forces at work here that had nothing to do with me, and yet somehow I knew I was ensnared in them. It should have scared the hell out of me, and it did. But, as much as the rational part of my brain knew that, there was some other knowledge deep inside me as well. This had everything to do with me. And everything to do with Tucker.
I should have left that morning. I often wonder what would have happened if I had. To be certain, my life would have turned out very differently. But, I didn’t leave. Not then. I didn’t even go later when I was given another chance. I slid quietly off the bed and padded across the room to Tucker’s bathroom. I had clothes somewhere, and I suppose a few days before that modesty would have won out and I would have covered myself. But, there was an elemental shift in who and what I was that morning. I was with Tucker. I belonged to Tucker. Being naked around him was suddenly the most natural thing in the world. Even as he slept, it felt unnatural to cover myself around him.
I stepped into his shower, letting the steam envelop me as the hot jets of water sprayed over me. I thought it might clear my head. There was still a part of me then that wanted to make sense out of everything. There was a rational explanation for everything I’d seen and felt. I was lonely and horny, and Tucker was Tucker. The wolves on the road were just wild animals far away from their natural hunting grounds. It wasn’t personal. It wasn’t about me. For a while, it worked. I started to feel like myself again. I could leave. I could call the insurance company again and get another rental. Or Tucker himself could drive me to the bus station. But the University of Michigan and my life awaited and this detour needed to be over.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my chest. I grabbed another from the rack and flipped my head over to gather my hair in it. As I did, my hand brushed over the raised flesh at the nape of my neck where Tucker had bit me. I tucked my hair into the towel and stood up. Using a small wash cloth, I wiped the steam away from the mirror. Tucker had a small hand mirror sitting on the counter and I turned my back and lifted it so I could see the back of my neck reflected in the larger mirror.
In the throes of passion, Tucker had bitten me hard enough to draw blood. But the flesh where he’d marked me had already healed over. Where I expected to see a fresh scab or teeth marks, instead, there was a raised crescent shaped mark. It shone white against the rest of my skin, like an old but deep scar. When I pressed my fingers against it, heat shot through me, zinging straight to my sex. The pleasure was so intense, I almost lost my balance. Gently, I ran my fingers over the scar again. My heartbeat quickened and the hair raised on my arms. It made no sense. And yet, as I traced the outline of my marked skin, I felt desire building in me as if I’d touched an erogenous zone.
I heard the front door open and close, and I went back to the bedroom. The bed was neatly made and Tucker was gone. I felt a small pang of fear. I wanted to be close to him again, badly. I went to the front door.
It had rained last night and a light, misting fog blanketed the woods around me. The air was cool and clean, and I inhaled deeply. I smelled pine and drying leaves, and strange as it sounds, I was looking for something else. Tucker. His clean, male scent covered me, even after my shower. I thought to call out, but the woods seemed so tranquil, I didn’t want to disturb anything. Tucker’s bike was still parked alongside the cabin so I knew he couldn’t have gone far. I wanted to venture into the woods after him but on the off chance the wolves had followed us here, it didn’t s
eem the wisest course. I waited, leaning against the doorframe for a few minutes, and watched as a bright, golden sun began to peek through the trees.
Last night, being so close to the woods might have frightened me. This morning, though, something had changed about that too. I had the strangest, most comforting sensation of belonging. These were Tucker’s woods, and I felt safer than maybe I should.
I don’t know how long I stood there but rustling in the trees to my left caught my eye. I pressed my back against the doorframe. A lone gray wolf emerged from the trees and stepped into the clearing in front of the cabin. My pulse quickened and I reached back to get my hand on the doorknob. There was enough distance between us that I knew I could move quickly and slam the door behind me before the wolf could reach me. I started to step backward but the wolf held me in its gaze.
He was magnificent. Bigger than the other wolves I’d seen. He had deep, silver eyes that flashed in the light. He stomped the ground with his massive paws and swung his great head low. His silvery-gray coat shone almost like glitter in the morning sun. He pricked his ears back. He regarded me with keen, intelligent eyes rimmed in black, and before I knew what I was doing, I walked toward him.
The wolf bent low, his head nearly touching the ground as I approached. I recognized the gesture for what it was—an assurance that he meant me no harm. I clutched the towel around my body with one hand and reached out with the other. The wolf nuzzled against my palm, and his fur was soft, like sable, but covered hard bones and sinewy muscle. He let out a chuff and stomped the ground again with his front paw.
I became aware of heat at the nape of my neck, right where Tucker had bit me. My body felt strange. Every sense was heightened. Where I might have earlier described the smell as just wet leaves or pine, now I became aware of the earth, the scent of wet rock, moss, the sweet, putrid scent of something decaying deeper past the trees. And then there was the wolf. His breath came hot against my wrist and I knew in that instant he bore Tucker’s scent just as I did.