InsatiableNeed

by Rosalie Stanton

  “I’ your ‘reamsph.’” She attempted a growl, which made her throat vibrate around his length.

  Zeth couldn’t keep himself from moaning, even with his temper on the rise again. He’d hate himself in a few minutes for his behavior, but now need pulled at his nerves, combating with confusion and anger. He snarled and fisted her hair, driving his dick deeper down her throat. “Fine,” he spat. “Talk. I don’t care what you say.”

  Raegan tried to protest again, instead earning more cock down her throat.

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  “I ha’e you,” she spat.

  “Trust me. Memo received.”

  Her hate didn’t keep her from pulling hard on his cock every time he thrust into her mouth, nor did it keep her tongue from swirling around his belled head. Zeth swore and focused on the ceiling, grating his teeth and doing his best to stem his warring conscience. The nice thing that came with being a perceived monster was the lack of expectation in following society’s rules. He knew he could look at her and easily brush off his conduct tonight on being something other than human.

  He could feed Raegan his excuse, and he knew she’d believe it. But he didn’t want her to believe it. He didn’t want her to believe this was what he was like. And he didn’t really want her like this. With Raegan forced to her knees by the hand of a spell neither could see, no matter how wonderful her mouth felt around his prick. No matter however much her body might be reacting to him, and he knew it was. He could smell her liquid heat, and the taste of her excitement lingered still on his tongue.

  Zeth knew how much he’d hate himself tomorrow, and yet he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t keep from thrusting so hard against her that his balls slapped her chin, nor could he help his treacherous mind from picturing her on the mattress, her warm skin under his, her legs spread, her cunt slick and ready for him.

  “Know why…you’re such a hothead,” Zeth said, stealing a glimpse of her. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth had him dancing dangerously close to orgasm already.

  The only thing that held him back was his growing shame.

  Stop talking, you motherfucking asshole.

  Raegan blinked angrily at him, and for her tears he could kill himself. Zeth grunted and looked away again, but he didn’t have time to drown in a vat of self-loathing. Not now. Now he was losing himself to a series of guttural grunts and purrs as he found a steady rhythm. With every other gasp of air, he rumbled a combination of dirty compliments, mostly centering on how hot she was or how good she felt.

  He couldn’t bring himself to look at her again.

  “Raegan—”

  “Gmphh!”

  His balls tightened, sweet ecstasy lacing his veins as his body built toward a familiar precipe. He couldn’t stop if he wanted to, and she wouldn’t let him. Every time she tried to shove him away, her grip on him tightened and her mouth sucked him in deeper. She could do nothing, and neither could he. Absolutely nothing. Zeth’s cock thrust steadily between her puckered lips, the sharp jerks of his hips becoming more pronounced as he tensed.

  Pull out, pull out, pull out, you asshole.

  “Oh fuck. Raegan!” His canines exploded into his mouth. Damn, he’d never lost control of his wolf. Not since that night when he’d damned himself in her eyes.

  Shit. I’m screwed.

  Then he trembled and roared and came, his fingers tightening in her hair, the head of his cock stabbing the back of her throat as his spendings spilled into her. Raegan choked but guzzled him down all the same.

  The second he gathered hold of his bearings, he tugged her to her feet before his body could decide it wanted more of her mouth.

  Great. Now I get a choice.

  “Raegan…”

  His mouth found her throat, peppering her skin with kisses. That wasn’t the decision he would have made, but it was better than before. At least this felt somewhat comforting.

  “Don’t. Say. A. Word,” she growled.

  Zeth fought a wince and lost. “Not a word.”

  His compliance only seemed to harden her fury, which he could only attribute to some female twist on what others called plain ole logic. There was no winning with her.

  “I mean it,” Raegan continued, her voice shaky. “I get word that you’ve told anyone about this, I will kill you, Zeth.”

  “Don’t worry,” he snapped. “After that performance? You didn’t give me anything to brag about.”

  As expected, the second the words rode off his lips, he wanted to snatch them back. She’d baited him and he knew it, yet he couldn’t help himself. Never in his life had Zeth been one to roll over and take a verbal undressing. Even if he knew she didn’t mean it—hell, it didn’t take an expert in human behavior to determine she was running now on self-preservation and whatever dignity she could scrape together. There was no mystery, no unanswered questions, and despite his resolve to provide the face she could attach to her grievances, to be the asshole she needed him to be, a part of him sensed they were barreling toward something larger than themselves.

  Facing truths Zeth had been quite content to ignore until now.

  Instinct versus knowledge. The part of him that wasn’t an animal waged war on the part that was.

  To her credit, though, Raegan masked how deeply the words cut. If he hadn’t known her as well as he did, he might think she was unaffected.

  “I’m going to have to swim in mouthwash to get that taste out of my mouth,” she grumbled.

  “No real men for Raegan, is that it?”

  “Oh. A real man. Is that what you are?”

  “You tell me. You’re the one that couldn’t handle the—”

  Raegan growled. Or rather tried. His wandering fingers, without waiting approval or permission, dove between her legs again and slid easily into her dripping pussy. He fought and pulled, ordered his hand away, but no good came of it. Apparently, the game wasn’t over.

  Still, Raegan fought. “Don’t… Ohhh… Don’t even.”

  “Can’t help it if your past bedmates didn’t educate you properly.”

  “I hate you.”

  Zeth shrugged, then wrangled a kiss from her lips. “Believe me,” he replied, rubbing her silken, slippery flesh with cool expertise. “You’ve made yourself more than clear.”

  “Stop touching me.”

  “I’m trying, you crazy woman. Don’t have much say at the moment. Or did you get on your knees because you wanted my dick in your mouth?”

  “I swear, Zeth…” She wrapped her left arm around his waist and rubbed herself wantonly against him as her other hand caught him by the neck to anchor him into her kisses. “Only one of us is getting out of here alive.”

  “Oooh, scary,” Zeth retorted, curling his fingers inside her. Then his shoulders dropped, a long shudder racing through his body. She felt like heaven against his skin. “Fuck, you’re burning me up.”

  “If only.”

  He snarled, his thumb slipping over her clit again. “Tell me that now,” he barked, rubbing her harsher than he intended. “Tell me you’re not about to come in my hand from what I do to you.”

  Raegan gasped and tossed her head back. “This is so not fair.”

  “Hello, welcome to life.”

  “Why does it have to be you?”

  Zeth had no explanation as to why—why in the world the thought of her stuck in this room, or anywhere else, being forced into sex she didn’t want—made him see red. Perhaps it was his own failing, his inherent need to brand the woman in his life and make that woman his forever. Or rather, find the woman who would be his forever, the woman intended to be his mate. That part of him was innate, no matter how much he enjoyed his freedom, being who he was, what he was, made him need the sort of steady female companionship his brothers had been lucky enough to find. Regardless of what the man wanted, the wolf’s needs always took precedence.

  Right now, the wolf was with Raegan, and the wolf didn’t like the thought of her with anyone else one little bit
.

  “It’s me,” he said hotly, locating her breast with his other hand, then catching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, “because I’m the only man in your life you can ask for favors who isn’t stupid enough to say no.”

  “Shut up.”

  “Oh, there are others? Must be a reliable bunch if you came to me to have your back.”

  “Stop touching me,” she said in lieu of an answer. “I swear, Zeth, if you don’t stop touching me—”

  “You’ll what? Suck me off again?”

  “You’re disgusting.”

  He waggled his brows. “Seemed awfully eager to drink me down if I was so disgusting, don’t you think?”

  That was it. There was something different about her outrage this time, something beyond hurt—something that stood without the aid of her coat of armor. Something in her had sparked, overshadowing the girl who cried and pleaded with an invisible force with the woman he knew she was—the snarky, vibrant, smart as hell warrior who would claw and punch anyone who tried to take her down. Yet instead of the slap he knew he deserved, the slap he knew she wanted to deliver, she grabbed his shoulders and drew him close.

  “I am beginning to think,” she growled, “that you are a walking death wish.”

  There might be something to that. Yet before he could consider her words and conjure a crushing reply, Raegan braced herself and shoved him. Hard.

  “Shit!” he yelped, his stomach bottoming out when his ankles hit the mattress. Then he was falling back, flopping onto the cushiony surface.

  “Now stay there.” She looked at him a long moment, her gaze lingering on his cock just long enough the semi-erection he’d sported since blowing his load stirred to a full Nelson. And the next thing he knew, Raegan was running for him, her eyes wide and wild, as though she hadn’t yet decided whether she was going to fuck him or kill him.

  In a flash she was on the mattress above him, her face panicked but her body notably revved and ready to go. And despite good intentions, Zeth found he couldn’t help his crass mouth—not with Raegan straddling his waist and rubbing her molten center against the base of his cock.

  “Ohhh baby. Should’ve known you like it rough.”

  “Shut up,” she spat. “And let me go!”

  Zeth blinked rapidly. “Umm, in case you didn’t notice, you’re the one on top.” His lips peeled back in a sneer. “Now give me your tits if you’re gonna do nothing but wave them in my face.”

  “I hate you.”

  His smirk stretched and he blew her a kiss. “Mutual.” He reached between them, wrapped his hand around his erection and rubbed himself against her dripping folds.

  Damn. She was going to melt him from the inside out.

  “If you even think of putting that thing inside me, I’ll—” Raegan seized his wrists and forced his arms to the side of his head, pinning them to the mattress. Then she sank down on his cock with a whimper. “Oh God.”

  If there had been life before he’d known what she felt like, he didn’t remember it. She was fire and ice, her tight cunt squeezing him tightly, drawing him deep, deeper inside. For a blessed second, he forgot about the spell. Forgot about his guilt, about O’Brien, about Jezebel, about the nastiness that had been said and the things he’d have to face tomorrow. If her mouth had been Heaven, then surely her pussy was Hell, and he was so much more prone to sin than playing up virtues.

  “Raegan.” Zeth purred, thrusting upward, trying to seat himself deeper within her. “Oh Christ.”

  They said the road to Hell was paved with good intentions. Zeth wasn’t sure he’d ever had a grip on his intentions when it came to her.

  And right now didn’t seem a good time to try to figure out why.

  Chapter Four

  The look in his eyes would remain with her for as long as she lived. It seemed so singular—so completely Zeth in a way that rattled her insides. The blanket of awe veiling his gaze appeared so open, so vulnerable and naked, that she couldn’t keep herself from trembling.

  She didn’t know what to do with a man who looked at her like that.

  Her hands pressed to his chest, her breasts heaving, and his cock was buried inside her.

  “Raegan?” he asked softly, panting.

  “Oh my God,” she squeaked; her treacherous hips rose in a rhythm that her body didn’t know very well. Her past sexual exploits, while not entirely unsatisfactory, had left her more or less with one signature move, that being on her back. She’d never steered.

  “Raegan,” Zeth whispered again, his fingers sliding up her sides until he had two handfuls of her breasts. “You…”

  If he said something about how she felt, she would die. The look in Zeth’s eyes notwithstanding, whatever he had to say would in no way be complimentary. So she slapped a hand over his mouth and moved to get off him—to hobble to the door, make a second attempt to gather her shredded dignity, and head for the proverbial hills —and instead, quite predictably, she found herself leaning over until her breasts pressed against his chest.

  “Don’t say anything,” she murmured furiously. “Just…don’t.”

  That was it. The awed look vanished again, as though he suddenly remembered himself. His fingers dug into her flesh and he bounced his pelvis upward. “Well, are you gonna move or what? Don’t tell me you make the boy do all the work.”

  Yeah. That was exactly the sort of thing she hadn’t wanted to hear.

  “What can I say?” She choked back a gasp at the feel of his length sliding out of her. She sucked in a breath and hovered over him, her vaginal walls wrapped around his tender head. “You just don’t do it for me.”

  Given how loudly she moaned when she sank back onto his cock, her words likely didn’t carry the punch she intended. But for the spark of insecurity that flashed across his face, a shiver of satisfaction—that was not at all chased by guilt, no siree—raced down her spine.

  It lasted for only a second. Zeth’s uncertainty melted into a sneer, and he slipped a hand between them, his thumb rubbing her where they were joined. “Oh, I dunno, Raegan. Feels like a job good and done to me.”

  “You’re sick,” she panted.

  “And you’re my disease. Guess we’re even then.”

  Raegan raised her hand to smack him; she really did. Only instead, she found herself again seizing his shoulders and dragging his mouth upward until she tore kisses away from his sinfully delicious lips. And then her body couldn’t stand it. She had him inside her. She had Zeth buried deep within her pussy, and she couldn’t fight her need anymore, if she ever had.

  She swirled her hips and moaned into his kiss. “Oh God.”

  “You’re telling me,” he murmured, the fire in his eyes fading again. “Knew you’d be tight. Squeeze me, baby. Show me what you can do.”

  She flushed with a confused combination of outrage and heat. “Do I need to remind you yet again how incredibly dead you’re gonna be once this spell is over?” She tossed her head back, her moves becoming harder and more boisterous. This on-top thing was definitely worth exploring. Later. With someone not Zeth.

  “Good,” he said, though again hurt flashed across his face. “Who’d wanna be burdened with this memory?”

  “Shut up!”

  “Little touchy, aren’t we?” He bit at her shoulder, his left palm pressing her ass against his cock as he rolled his body under her. It wasn’t fair how good he felt. How his skin rubbed her inner walls in a way that she’d thought existed solely in smutty romance novels. Something burned in her belly, something she’d only experienced a handful of times. What she felt now, though, paled in comparison to anything she’d felt before. It had to be the spell. It had to be.

  “Someone’s enjoying this a little too much,” Zeth said.

  Raegan’s nostrils flared. “You wish.”

  “Yeah.” He pinched her clit and pressed her harder against his cock. “I stay awake at night, dreaming of your cunt.”

  She growled. Honest to God, Raegan growled and s
mashed her pussy against him with such anger that her skin burned. She wanted to fuck him so hard he’d ache. That his cock would break and he’d never find satisfaction in any woman ever again. She wanted him alive if it meant he’d suffer and ashes-to-ashes dead if he’d have something to live for.

  “You’re—”

  “Dead?” Zeth’s brows flickered. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Believe me, I received that memo. Getting a little redundant. Might as well ride this out, baby. We might be stuck here for a while.”

  She flushed again, though for an entirely different reason, the logical part of her brain desperately battling the furious need for self-preservation. Whatever else, on some level, where it really mattered, she knew this wasn’t his fault. She did. She really, really did. But damn it, she needed it to be. She needed someone to blame, and O’Brien was fuck-knew-where, they hadn’t stopped demon Jezebel. Zeth had thrown himself into her battle, her need to stop something she didn’t understand. For better or worse, in some way, Raegan had chosen him. Somewhere in the back of her mind she must have known she might be too late to stop O’Brien from fulfilling the summoning. She must have reasoned and chosen which of her forbidden fantasies she would be the safest to seize.

  Though honestly, Raegan didn’t have many fantasies. Though there was a possibility she would have strangled her boss if he were in proximity when the spell triggered, or stolen someone’s purse because of the one or two idle daydreams she’d entertained wherein cash just landed on her lap. Trying to discern what would have set her off in any other scenario was futile as there were really only two possibilities—throw her life away in a desperate need to find Natalie’s killer, or succumb to the attraction she’d long tried to suppress since discovering his heritage, and fuck Zeth senseless.

  In the morning, she’d be happy for Option B.

  Right now, reality having merged with fantasy, her adrenalin-high mind couldn’t negotiate how something she’d never wanted to want had become something she now had.

  Zeth.

  There were no words for this. Not words enough for the way Zeth felt inside her. The hot, slippery slide of his flesh against hers made every nerve in her body hum to life. She suddenly felt aware of everything. The air that crashed against her skin, the springs that squeaked every time her body collided with his, the steady rock of the headboard against the wall growing louder with every thrust; every part of her screamed. The wolf was inside her, and she felt like howling.