by Juno Blake
“Very well,” he muttered, and knelt briefly to grab her behind the knees.
Lucy yelped as he lifted her legs. For a moment, held up only by Ciaran’s hand at her throat, she couldn’t breathe. Then he slung her legs over his shoulder and pressed in close.
Her legs were practically bound together by her jeans. The only things keeping her from falling to the ground were her feet over Ciaran’s shoulder, his hand cupping her bare ass—and his grip on her throat.
He tightened his fingers, scraping one fingernail over the reddened skin where he had tried to bite her. “Fight me,” he commanded.
“And throttle myself?” Lucy spat back, raising one eyebrow.
He smacked her ass, hard, making her flinch. The pain sent shockwaves of anticipation between her legs.
“Fine,” Lucy snarled. She kicked sideways at his head and thrust out with her hands at the same time, trying to push him away. He laughed, ignoring her assault.
He waited until her whole body was tensed, half from her attempt to fight him and half from her fear at choking herself, and then thrust forward. Lucy gasped as he flattened her legs against her chest, crushing the air from her lungs at the same time as he forced his cock inside her.
Lucy kissed as he buried himself inside her. She was still bruised and sensitized from the last time, but this time all his restraint was gone.
Ciaran’s eyes blazed as he thrust into her again, mercilessly slamming her into the wall. Lucy tried to catch her breath when he pulled out, in the brief moment when her legs weren’t crushing her lungs, but it was never long enough. The muscles in her hips and thighs screamed for release, but there was nothing she could do. She was powerless against Ciaran’s inhuman strength.
Lucy keened as Ciaran’s nails scraped against her raw skin again. She flung her head back, eyes closed, focusing on the sensations overwhelming her body. Pain. Pleasure. The knowledge that she had all but given Ciaran permission to do anything he wanted to her, to unleash his animal side…
He grunted, changing his angle as he pounded into her again and his cock slammed against Lucy’s g-spot. Her whole body shuddered. The muscles in her legs twitched, echoing the early spasms inside her.
“Please,” she gasped. “Again—do it again, just like that—”
“Look at me,” Ciaran commanded.
Lucy’s eyes flew open. She fell into Ciaran’s gold-fire gaze, the burn of his lust blazing across her skin. Tightening her legs over his shoulder to pull him closer to her, she barely noticed him shifting his grip on her.
When he thrust again it wasn’t only his cock she felt. Ciaran moved his hand further around her ass, forcing one finger into her unprepared back entrance. Lucy bucked away instinctively. She would have gasped except Ciaran’s fingers tightened brutally around her neck, cutting off her air.
Ciaran pinned her in place by her throat, pistoning his cock and finger mercilessly into her body. Lucy keened and moaned, unable to do anything to stop him. His total invasion of her body, her utter helplessness, made her body quiver and shake with shameful desire.
“This is what happens when you disobey me, sweetheart.” Ciaran’s voice was rough in her ear. “A lesson for you…”
Black mist appeared at the edges of Lucy’s vision. Suddenly Ciaran’s lips were on hers, his teeth biting possessively. He gave one final thrust, and white lights burst inside Lucy’s head.
She screamed until her voice was hoarse.
As her body convulsed Ciaran came too, digging his fingertips into her skin. His cock flexed, emptying inside her for the second time in as many hours.
At last he leant against her, relaxed. She was still bent in half against the wall, weak as a kitten after the force of her orgasm.
Ciaran released his fingers from her throat, one by one. She took a shuddering breath and felt life return to her body.
“Mine,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers.
“Yours,” Lucy agreed, hoping she hadn’t just made the worst mistake of her life.
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Marked by the Wolf
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Teasing fingers traced patterns on Lucy’s thighs. She moaned sleepily and stretched her legs, encouraging the fingers to venture further.
Lucy had slept naked, as always, entwined in her lover’s arms and wrapped in cloudy layers of luxurious bedding. Now she felt the slightest breeze over her body. All the bedding had been stripped back, leaving her body on display.
She could feel lustful eyes on her, leaving a burning trail on her skin. He was still only lightly brushing her thighs with his fingertips, but the force of his gaze was transforming her warm sleepiness into fiery need.
Lucy opened her eyes. Ciaran Mallory stared down at her, all dark, tousled hair, coal-black eyes and burning passion. His body covered hers—almost. Lucy could feel the heat pouring from his bare skin, but he wasn’t touching her. Ciaran held himself over her, a teasing light in his eyes.
She trembled with anticipation.
“One day,” he murmured, his voice rough with lust, “you’re not going to wake up in time.”
Before Lucy could react he thrust into her, burying his cock deep inside her in one smooth motion. Lucy cried out as her body adjusted to his girth. The sensation was just the right side of painful—or the wrong side. She wrapped her legs around his waist, greedy for more.
Ciaran’s eyes narrowed to slits, gold sparking in their depths. Lucy caught her breath. How close is it to full moon?
A few days away, still, but close enough. Lucy gasped as Ciaran slid his full length out of her and thrust in again, slowly, teasing.
Close enough? Close enough for the werewolf’s animal side to become stronger. Close enough for Ciaran, who prized his control over his urges, to begin to lose that control in the most thrilling ways…
Ciaran grasped Lucy by the shoulders. His eyes burned into hers. “Even asleep, you are mine,” he growled as he thrust into her. Harder. Faster.
“Yes,” Lucy agreed. “Yes—always—”
Forever. The word seared across her mind and she didn’t know if it came from her, or…
Gold flared in Ciaran’s eyes. He moved his hands to her hips and flipped her over, throwing her onto her stomach. Lucy pushed herself up. She grabbed hold of the headboard less than a heartbeat before Ciaran thrust into her again.
Lucy’s hands juddered on the headboard as his cock filled her again and again. Ciaran kept one hand on her waist, holding her where he wanted her, but he reached forward with the other and placed it on her hand. His fingers tightened over hers as he pounded into her, silently enforcing his ownership.
Lucy arched her back, offering herself to Ciaran. Her body was his. She’d made that decision months ago, and nothing would make her change it.
Mine. Forever.
Electricity shot through her body, growing stronger with every thrust. Ciaran’s hand on her waist held her firm, his fingernails digging into her skin. She moaned, imagining what would happen when the full moon arrived. He would be stronger, bigger. More violent. Claws would stretch out of each fingertip, and when he dug them into her flesh—
Lucy screamed as her orgasm struck, pleasure coursing like fire through every nerve in her body. Ciaran growled deep in his throat and increased his pace until he was forcing himself into her in a frenzy, driving more and more sensation from her convulsing body.
Stars burst in Lucy’s vision. The muscles in her legs gave out and she sagg
ed under Ciaran’s assault. If he hadn’t been holding her up she would have collapsed onto the bed.
But Ciaran wasn’t done with her yet. He grabbed her waist with both hands. Lucy lost her grip on the headboard and slipped down until the only part of her off the bed was her ass. Ciaran yanked her back and forth, pulling her to meet each of his thrusts until he came with a roar that made Lucy’s bones shake. She felt his cock flex inside her as he filled her with his seed.
Ciaran bore down on her, his weight flattening Lucy against the mattress. He slid one hand under her cheek, twisting her head around until he could see her face.
His body was hot and slick with sweat, and he was still buried deep inside her, pinning her to the bed. Lucy was still panting with exhaustion from the force of her orgasm. Her chest rose and fell, but he was too heavy for her to take the deep breaths she needed.
Ciaran bared his teeth. “Mine,” he growled. “Never forget it.”
Lucy’s mind flicked back to the voice that had blazed through her mind during their lovemaking. Had it been her imagination—or was it Ciaran’s voice?
She stared into his black eyes. “Yours,” she agreed.
He lowered his head, scraping his teeth along her jaw. A dark thrill raced through Lucy. Yes, her deepest heart cried. Yes, please, do it—make me yours, truly yours—
But Ciaran drew back. His chest and arm muscles flexed against Lucy and then he was gone, leaving nothing but cool air behind him.
Lucy sat up, staring after him. The words What’s wrong? were on the tip of her tongue, but she bit them back.
She didn’t need to ask. She knew what was wrong.
Ciaran Mallory was a werewolf—but he was unable to take wolf form. The full moon made him more passionate, possessive, and fearsome, but that was all. For other werewolves the full moon was a time of freedom, their wolf forms of pure and simple power a cathartic release from human concerns.
Not Ciaran. The monstrous wolf-man shape he took at full moon was anything but simple. As were the consequences of his inability to take full wolf form.
Lucy was Ciaran’s mate. Her body burned for him, and over the last few months, that carnal desire had been joined by a growing emotional bond with the handsome werewolf. As mates, their lives were inextricably bound together.
But there was one problem. Usually, a werewolf would claim his mate by marking her. Biting her. The scar left by the bite cemented the mate bond, and marked the werewolf’s mate as untouchable to other werewolves.
Ciaran could hurt her. He’d proved that, again and again, until her body was covered with bruises and scratches that left her quivering with desire. But nothing more.
It was always the wolf who performed the bite. Without a wolf form, Ciaran couldn’t mark Lucy. And without his mark, Lucy had no magical protection from rival werewolves.
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