The coarse skin of his palms suddenly brushed away the bra cups and my breath.
So amazing. The feeling of his hands stroking my breasts. Thumbs raking the nipples into tight little knots.
Need electrocuted me.
From one end to the other where my body rooted into his rocking waist. Dancing. We feel like we're dancing. And it's even more incredible to rub my throbbing clit against his firm rocking form. So good that I leaned back. So far back. Arching my spine to dance against his belly at the ends of my arms. Or his. Something held me up. Had to the way I was suspended by his touch.
Touch. Yes. The touch. Maybe it supports me. Rather, makes me writhe.
And all he did was get noisier.
To the point I started to worry about dancing with his Wolf. Well, the need driving me had to be doused by something. Wolf or man didn't matter when they both had a hose. Right?
Warm wetness latched onto one of my nipples sending another jolt of awareness down to my empty groin.
So ridiculously empty the way he held my body arched backward at the waist. Like isn't he male? Shouldn't he be doing something about that feeling of emptiness he's causing?
Teeth. Dear. Gods. He clamped those teeth onto the bead of my nipple and tugged the sensitive flesh through the little vise.
I couldn't help but whine. Cry. Dig my nails into his shoulders.
He growled even louder.
Then he was gone. Like he was finished with me. So fucking off of me, prying my legs from his waist. Why is he torturing me this way? I braced my elbows against the wooden top of the worktable and shoved myself up to find him stripping off his clothes.
Boots and all. "You better not be taking off to play Wolf, Hostillian. Because that thought is making me pretty hostile."
He rolled that Wolf gaze up to lock it upon mine and snarled.
A quiver shook me.
"Oh. I like that. Do it again." And he better realize how serious I am because I'm not grinning or smiling.
"Take off your pants," he managed to say between the beastly sounds he continued making.
Play with his Wolf? Why not? I jerked and wiggled the stiff fabric down my thighs.
His hands caught the shorts above my knees and yanked them off of me to slam them at the ground with so much force that a puff of dust went flying. His unwavering stare could have made any other woman run.
Not me. I'm going to take all I can with me into The Wild.
A few dark hairs began sprouting along his arms.
Good. Life just wouldn't be right if I didn't have all of Hostillian to take along in my memories. And they say big hairy Wolf cock is the best. I'll know soon enough. I dropped my gaze.
His thick long erection jutted up at me.
Pointing as if divining my presence. The tidy mushroom cap of a tip reddened so much that it almost looked purple. My brothers used to bitch about how they thought their cocks would fall off once they turned purple. From the sheer agony of need. Things seemed pretty agonizing for Hostillian. Good. Paybacks are a bitch. And I intend on using some loose change to get exactly what I've needed for years. "Hurry up," I faked a groan, choking down a sinister little chuckle.
Good call because he grabbed my thighs, shoved them wide, wedged his strong body between them, and pulling me until he pinned his rigid erection between the hot flesh of our bodies. Not what I wanted. "Inside me, Hostillian." I didn't have to fake that whine.
He wrapped my legs around his scratchy waist, covered with some sprouting hairs, hoisted me into the air, took three long strides, and pressed my back into the raw hardness of the barn wall.
Yet carefully. With a stare that could kill a person. Yes. Kill. He's killing me. I gripped his shoulders and squeezed my legs. "Please, Hostillian."
One hand at a time, he pried my thighs from his waist, pushing each one back, leaning a shoulder into it, somehow supporting me with his body without my holding on with either leg. Then he leaned so close I thought I could count the long dark Wolfen hairs sprouting on the top of his shaved head. But who can count when waiting for something to vent all the pent up pressure trapped inside her?
Even though his Wolf had confiscated his vision, the sight of his amazing human mouth was right there, reminding me of him. Of how loving he could be. Teasing me. Oh, to reach out. Wrap my arms around him and kiss every inch of his face and neck. But my arms were pinned in an awkward position beneath my thighs.
And his face kept coming. The tip of his nose stopped an inch shy of mine.
Something smooth and firm touched my ass. Pulled away. Touched farther up toward the point I needed some pressure relief.
The slow rocking of his hips finally registered. But who could concentrate on something so unimportant when the man you begged the universe to deliver was in your face and holding you against a wall in such a compromising position?
The swaying motion of his hips bumped up to important when the rounded tip of his cock nudged into position.
He growled as if he feared I'd balk.
Who's balking? I tried to rock my hips. Impossible. "Hostillian?" I begged.
Funny how the tables had turned. But he didn't seem to note the irony.
One swift thrust and he was buried balls deep.
My mind was gone with his solid presence inside my clenching channel. A mind-numbing need forced my head back to gasp for breath. Those hips shifted, dragging the solid length of him from where he toyed inside me, to the bitter edge of my sanity. Then he plunged that lance back into my soul.
Dying. This has to be what it feels like to die. To hang out of reach of everything, incapable of moving, forced to face the fact you're powerless. Well, maybe not. Because the wave of ecstasy building inside me consumed all the thoughts of my demise with those of the universe exploding. Inside me. Like a little fuse burned away with indescribable delight until I couldn't do anything but cry out as the presence kept filling me beyond belief. Growing. Struggling to wedge itself back where it had been with each of his thrusts.
But that only intensified the bliss. Rapture. Whatever some religious fools wanted to call this melding of souls. Because as hot as he made me, some part of us melded together as if each of my breathy growing cries stoked the fire of his inner furnace.
I couldn't hold on. Couldn't hold anything. Could only scream.
Everything inside me spasmed. I think. Because he didn't miss a beat stroking his rod. Nor did he look away. He just leaned into me, pinning me against the wall, thrusting upward with rapid jolts that rubbed the tiny inner bundle of nerves he knew he was fondling. I could see it in his gaze. The guilty bastard!
"Mine," he snarled.
What?
Did he say that? Staked his Wolf's claim? I tried to watch his furring-out face. Listen for more. But who could with his all-consuming presence ramming home.
He knew what he was doing to me anyway. And I wasn't about to mince words. Who could when incapable of anything but screaming?
And then the overwhelming sensation to jerk out of my skin passed. I closed my eyes, my cells trembling. The numbness and dead feeling would seep from my limbs.
The wall seemed to fall away.
Hell, I'd fall. I grabbed for him. But he was holding me.
Rather his furred arms. Strong arms that kept me where he wanted me still pressed a bit against the wall. For only a moment.
"Wolf isn't finished with you yet," he gasped, swung me into his arms, carried me the few steps back to the table, plopped me down on my belly, and dragged my ass to the table's sharp edge.
Like I couldn't get splinters. And more? Not to mention, he hadn't even completely shifted. Things can get better than this? He seems to be implying that. I'd like to see what he means especially after he claimed I was his.
His rough hands grabbed my ass, tilting it slightly, then he ruthlessly
rammed his cock inside me.
Long cock. Still ready to go. Growing more rigid with the ridges of his Wolf. Scraping a shiver as it pressed deeper and deeper toward my quaking soul. Sheer delight made me throw my head back and moan. This is how every moment of life should feel. Utterly perfect. With Wolf cock rubbing every millimeter of your quaking inner channel. Deeper. Why can't he be deeper now? Just to be closer to him. To meld with him. I tilted my ass up a smidge and tightened my inner muscles.
He roared and pumped viciously, rocking the table.
Shaking every ounce of scream I had from within me.
Heat burst inside me.
He roared again.
Over and over.
He rammed his shaft back inside me, paused, growled, rocked me two times quickly as if trying to tickle what had to be my G-spot, then glided his steely cock along my clenching channel only to ram inside me again. So Gods-be-damned amazing the way he'd pause when he'd reached shoved the root of his thick cock against my groin, then try to rub it in even deeper, making my clit ache against his flesh. "Oh, Hostillian, that's so damned perfect." I thrust my ass back at him with his next plunge.
His weight leaned over my tail, only making me squeal as the head of his club hit my squeal button. "My kitten," he growled.
His kitten? Shifters call their mates kittens.
Sharp pain lanced my collarbone.
He marked me!
Oh. Gods.
My body froze.
He marked me. And wouldn't relinquish the bite. I'm going to die. Yes. He's going to kill me.
The pain stung.
Will he go for my jugular next? That's what I get for annoying the shit out of him for years. "Enough, Hostillian. You're hurting me." I waited, stiff and still except for my pounding heart.
He snarled hot air against my skin where his teeth held me in check, then the sharp pain from his clamping jaw vanished.
What next? I was stupid for thinking it was to play with the Big Bad Beast. I waited, forehead pressed against the brutal bench top, eyes shut.
He nuzzled his nose against my ear and shoved his scratchy hips against my ass one last time.
Maybe noting he'd won the game. So, now what? I'm pinned beneath a ton of Wolf, ass up as if begging for more, skewered on a cock that isn't relinquishing the ground it's taken, and waiting beside deadly razor-sharp fangs. How funny the only thing I ever wanted would be what did me in. That's what they'll say about dumb Josie. Hostillian finally got the last laugh.
"Mine," he said with a more human tone. "You're mine, Josie. And you can't leave."
No. That would be even more foolish than getting myself into this precarious position. His Wolf would hunt me down now that I'm marked as its mate. We can't suffer the rage that stupidity would entail.
Scrubbing floors is sounding better all the time.
His breathing slowed from haggard to deep breaths, but his furred ribs still pushed into me with each attempt to ease his Wolf back into its lair.
At least he's coming out of his Shifter trance.
"I'm sorry, Josie. I should have asked you if I could mark you. But I didn't want you to run. Couldn't stand to lose you now that I've finally got you where I've always wanted you."
Finally?
"You're quiet," he whispered and rolled off me onto the table at my side. With one hand, he petted my hair from my crown down to my back where he ran his roughened palm onward to my ass and across my hip. "I'm sorry, Kitten."
There's that touch again. So gentle and caring. How can he mean he's always wanted me when he said he needed a cook and floor scrubber? Well, we'd just have to get this out of the way, or I'll be even more miserable as his gratuitous womb. I raised my head to find his Wolfen hairs quickly shedding from the glorious tan human skin beneath them.
He pressed some hairy knuckles against my cheek, wearing an apologetic mask. "I should have asked."
Well, at least he looks rational enough to talk to now, because if I have to live with him, he's going to explain. "I thought you just wanted me to cook and scrub floors?"
His dark eyebrows pinched together, then arched. "You heard that while you had the fever?"
"Hell yes!" The fool. "Where else would I have heard something so insulting?"
"Josie," he chuckled, tossing his chin at the blue sky.
Maybe he chuckled a little too long. I sighed.
His fingers uncurled to land against my cheek in a woman's gentle caress. He leaned down to look me in the eye. "Augustus was meddling with us again. I just said those things to make it harder for him to meddle." He brushed a fingertip across my lips. "Just know Wolf has wanted nothing but you for as long as I can remember."
What? I could have shed tears of joy. I could have leapt into his arms. I could have demanded he make me sing opera with his big hairy Wolf cock. Alas, I never could sing worth a hoot. Singing didn't require knives or bullets. But all I could do was stare at him because of his stupid declaration.
"Are you angry?" he asked softly.
Another stupid thing from my beloved. "Yes.Yes, I am."
He blinked thoughtfully, the little line deepening where his long line of eyebrows dug out a furrow.
Well, I'd set him straight. "It isn't fair."
He sighed one long sound of deflation as if he'd lost the ground he'd claimed.
Men. I jokingly smacked his rubbery mound of a bicep. "You didn't let me say that being with you is all I ever wanted first. I'll never forgive you for that."
A sinister twinkle sparked in his dark eyes. But I think I'm going to prefer that twinkle in my Big Bad Beast's eyes.
"That explains a lot, Josie." His sinister circle beard never stopped accentuating the fact he couldn't help but smile.
Everything is going to be alright now. I think. "I love you, Hostillian. Especially since I got to say that first."
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Werescape 4: LOVING LUCIUS
Chapter One
Iowa Territory, 2065 A.D., AEI, The Wild
Being summoned to speak with a warlord when you lived as far as possible from them in The Wild to avoid the pompous bastards wasn't a problem Lucius wanted to deal with when he traveled across country. But sometimes, annoying things occurred, he thought. Like having a group of well-armed Normal hunters approach a group of Shifters to announce New Boston's warlord Langston had run for his life from his city and hid deep within the nearby Iowa Territory. So my two brothers, another Shifter, and I rode our horses toward the gaping front gateway of a remote wilderness encampment to learn for ourselves what insanity pushed an arrogant Normal to send for strange Shifters. Add to the equation that since the extraterrestrials began cleansing the New cities along the East Coast, the Elders needed to hear every scrap of information Shifters could squeeze from powerful Normals.
Time to squeeze this warlord.
Well, the early spring day was young. Not an hour past sunrise. And the nip in the air didn't bother me nor my horse. Why not a little unplanned excursion to ease up on the monotony of our trip to collect a motor part?
"Maybe one of us should wait while the rest go into meet with Langston?" my younger brother Hadrian asked from half a horse length behind my saddle.
Although Hadrian proved a strong wise Shifter of twenty-seven years, I never cared for the weakness in his points. Like the Caesar he was named after who built a wall to bar the barbarians from England so long ago. Alas, Hadrian was always right. But he'd mated and had a family that needed him more than the rest of us unmated Shifters. I turned to catch his blue gaze--the clue he was one of my sire's sons. "Langston can't possibly do anything with unmated Shifters. I think there's a mystery here worth solving. One that will result in at least a bit of entertainment to account for the time we spend detouring to this Normal camp."
Marcus caught
my gaze from his bay gelding and nodded.
Something kept Hadrian from reminding me he had a mate to return to. He'd be fine. We all would. And rarely did one of my younger brothers give me much grief when we left on task for our sire. But what did Tacitus think? I turned to the large man's almost-brown hazel gaze.
Tacitus still wore his straight-lipped smile, casually gripping his gray gelding's reins.
Deep in thought, although he appeared to daydream. Hence, his blank expression. His standard-Shifter attire of camouflage military pants and shirt backed his indifferent position that kept everyone content to keep him close. Even when those requesting he side with them were all brothers who'd rather he choose who had the best plan.
Tacitus smacked his lips and ran the palm of his free hand over his shaved scalp. "This ride across country is so Gods-be-damned boring. Visiting a displaced Normal warlord ought to shake things up."
So, my friend sided with me. "True."
"Then let's see what lies beyond that palisade." My other younger unpredictable brother, Marcus, focused on the tree trunks forming a solid wall encircling the Normal camp.
Might as well get this over with and head home to help with the summer's preparations for winter. I kicked my mount into a trot and covered the broad meadow leading up to the wall of tree trunks standing on end. The wide gate opening offered a nice preview of a few log cabins. None were oversized. Meaning no Shifter clan leader resided at this outpost. No Shifters meant the warlord traveled without his paid Shifter security guards. I led the way through the gate, under the watchful eye of a Normal babying what had to be an M-16 propped on end on the man's hip.
Maybe Hadrian was right about this being a foolish detour. But I don't want anyone thinking I'm afraid of Normals in the Territory neighboring my clan's.
Hadrian cleared his throat where he rode behind me.
He's so easily read. But that's the trouble with taking a mate. You worry about returning home when the clan's interests are more important than a mated pair. But our sire obviously sent him along to keep my nose clean. Like I'd endanger the clan. Hell, I'm next in line to lead because I protect it.
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