by Lexie Davis
Sasha cried when Max touched the wash cloth to her skin. Every sensation was elevated, her skin feeling like fire. “Honey, I wish I could help you.”
Chloe knelt beside Sasha smoothing her hair. “Is she going to be okay?”
“If she gets a male.” He covered her body with the towel.
“How do you do it?” Sasha moaned. She met Chloe’s eyes. “How are you not in pain right now?”
Chloe glanced over at Max before returning her gaze to Sasha. “I’m pregnant.”
Sasha groaned. Right now, she wished she was too.
“When did Diego say he was coming back?” Max asked. “He did say he was coming back to service you, right?”
Sasha squeezed her legs tighter. She didn’t know when he’d come back. His kiss still burned against her lips. She tasted him. Her body’s need spiked up a few degrees. She closed her eyes, reliving his scent. Her mind couldn’t stop replaying the actions of the previous night they’d spent together.
Max wiped her face. “Honey, it’s going to be okay.”
She tried to push her thoughts aside and relax. Sometime later, a door flew open and footsteps entered. “Where is she?”
“Right here.” Max moved and Diego came to her, lifting her into his arms.
“Bedroom?”
She opened her eyes to see Max direct him upstairs. Diego held her tightly as he climbed the stairs. She pointed weakly to her room and he carried her inside, laying her on the bed. She moaned and Diego spread her legs, stepping between them.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as he thrust inside her. She climaxed immediately with penetration alone. Sasha cried out as she shook in his arms, needing the release. He didn’t stop. Diego’s mouth never left hers as he continued to thrust inside her needy pussy.
She clawed at his back.
“I’m sorry it took me so long, baby.” He kissed her neck. She held onto him as he reached between their bodies to fondle her clit. “I should have been here when it started. I’m sorry you had to wait so long for me.”
She came again, arching her back off the mattress. The need was nowhere near subsiding. She gripped the sheets at her side as he pulled out and thrust in hard, repeating the action several times before he finally came inside her.
He leaned over her and kissed her before pulling away. Her hand trailed down his chest. “I need more.”
“I know, sweetie.” He wiped his forehead on his arm. “But I need a shower before I crawl in your bed. Show me to the bathroom.”
He held out his hand and she took it. He lifted her and she wrapped her arms and legs around his body. His lips came down against hers, holding her close. His cock pressed against her, ready for their next round.
“Diego.”
He walked her to the door and pressed her against it. He pulled back long enough to position his cock at her entrance. Holding her hands above her head, he thrust inside. Sasha gasped as his thick length filled her. He leaned down and lapped at one of her nipples, folding his fingers with hers as he pushed inside, repeatedly. Her back scraped against the unforgiving door, sure to leave marks. He switched to the other nipple, sucking it hard as he bumped his pelvis against her clit.
That was all it took. She squeezed his hands, crying out as her pussy clenched around his dick. His mouth came down against hers, eating her cries as he continued to push inside her. Push, withdraw. Push, withdraw. She couldn’t get enough.
He pulled back and stared into her eyes. “You okay now?”
“I’m not in pain anymore if that’s what you mean.” She laid her chin on his shoulder. He smelt like blood and dirt. It brought her back to the reality of the situation, of what happened that night.
“Okay. That’s good.” He brushed a hand against her hair. “Let me take a shower and we’ll crawl in bed for the rest of the night.”
She nodded and he set her down. She led him to the hall bath and closed the door behind them. The last thing they needed was to be interrupted should the needing urge come about. Truth was, she didn’t know if she’d last that long. Her body was weak. Her energy was gone and she wanted sleep.
She needed him more though. “Diego.”
He reached for a towel. He was hard, she noticed, as he laid the towel on the vanity. He pulled her to him and lifted her onto the countertop. A small smile spread across his face as he leaned in to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and widened her legs for him to fit between them.
“I wish we had candles or something.” His hands caressed her thighs. “To make it more romantic.”
She felt tears in her eyes and blinked them away. “Candles aren’t important.”
He brushed her hair away from her face. “No, but you are.”
He touched the slick lips of her pussy. Her body was over–sensitised, but his touch felt too damn good to make him stop. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb and she sucked in a breath. A bolt of desire shot straight to her clit and one little flick of his thumb would have sent her over the edge.
Diego leaned forward and took her other nipple into his mouth. Two fingers slipped inside her while his thumb continued to move side to side across her stiff nipple. She moaned and cupped the back of his head.
He switched to her other nipple, sucking the stiff point lightly before dragging his tongue across the tip. One little touch in the right area and she’d be in heaven.
“Diego.” She tried pulling his mouth up to meet hers. It didn’t work. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tugged him closer. His cock nudged her thigh and she whimpered. “Diego, stop teasing me.”
He withdrew his hand and glanced up at her. “What’s the rush?”
He cupped her ass and pulled her to the edge of the vanity. Sasha propped herself up and watched as he pressed his cock against her. “You’re beautiful like this. Legs spread, your pussy so pink and wet.” He rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit. “You’re right on the edge and you want to come, but I don’t want it to be over just yet.”
She watched as he continued to tease her, rubbing his cock along her slit. “Diego.”
He chuckled. He propped her legs on his shoulders and prodded her entrance with his cock. His large hands gripped her hips as he thrust inside. Sasha cried out. He held onto her thighs and rocked his pelvis, thrusting in small, short strokes.
“Oh, God.” She clutched the counter. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
His cock bumped against her G-spot repeatedly and she screamed her pleasure. Her eyes drifted closed as her entire body tensed, the orgasm coming hard and fast just like he took her. She could barely move when he finally pulled away and helped her to sit upright on the vanity.
“I’ll take a quick shower and then we can go to bed.”
She blinked a couple of times, watching him move about the bathroom, before realising he’d cut his hair. “Why did you cut your hair?”
He turned the shower on and met her gaze. “Uh, Deacon cut off a good portion of it in battle. I figured I’d just shave the rest off and let it grow even. Why? You don’t like it?”
She gave him a small smile. “I like you. It doesn’t matter what you look like.”
Diego tilted his head. “You want to shower with me?”
“I would but I’m tired.” Tears filled her eyes, a million emotions running through her at once. “I just want this night to be over.”
He turned back to the shower and flipped it off. Sasha watched as he crossed the room to the tub and pulled the drain, before twisting the faucet on. He came to her and bent slightly to kiss her lips. “Are you sure Deacon or any of his buddies didn’t hurt you? When I came around the corner that one was pretty fucking close to raping you.”
“Nothing happened.” She closed her eyes. That event wasn’t even close to being the worst part of the night. “To me, that is.”
Diego brushed his fingers against her thigh. “What do you need me to do, sweetie? I know you’re hurting. I’m here. Just tell me what you need
and I’ll give it to you.”
She shook her head. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
She stood on wobbly legs and crossed the room to climb in the tub. Sasha turned the water off and sank back against the side. Diego followed, not saying anymore. He sat in the tub, on the opposite side, studying her.
“The last thing I said to my sister was ‘fuck you’.” Tears filled her eyes. “And that really sucks because it was her mate that I really meant that for. She didn’t do anything, but I stared at her when I said those nasty words.”
The need came over her again at the most inopportune moment. Sasha shook as she tried to fight it. Nothing was sexy about the situation. Deacon planned it that way. She now understood why, though she felt stupid she didn’t see it before. The Black Wolves were so vile and malevolent that they were a dying race without any females belonging to their pack. So they used fledglings and women in need, but they didn’t stop. They literally fucked them to death, both for torture and amusement.
“Please tell me you killed the sick bastard.”
Diego reached for her arm and pulled her onto his lap. “You do not need to worry about Deacon ever again.”
He kissed her forehead. Sasha didn’t know half the time if he was truly her lover or if he was like her other pack members, simply ‘servicing’ her. He never showed too much of his emotions but then again, neither did her pack mates. How would she know if he cared more about her than simply fucking her during the full moon?
“Do you have feelings for me?”
He stared at her. “Uh…” He averted his attention, grabbing the soap and busying himself with washing. “I don’t know.”
She moved away from him. “That’s what I thought.”
Sasha stepped out of the tub and reached for a towel.
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing.” She wrapped the towel around her. “I’ll be in my room. Don’t bother joining me when you’re done.”
She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Chapter Eight
Diego lathered his body with the soap. Fuck it all to hell. She asked him the one question he honestly didn’t have an answer for. Do I love her? He cared for her. Dammit. That started from the time she bumped into him and ran away. He housed her after her story of her relationship with Max. He saved her from the Black Wolves. The only thing he had to compare it to was his feelings for Alison. What do you feel for Sasha?
He rinsed his body off and grabbed a clean towel. He knew she was mad at him but they weren’t even halfway through the full moon. Unless she chose one of her pack mates to service her, she would need him. He hoped with everything in his soul that she didn’t choose Thunder or Hopper, that she didn’t write him off like…
He released the plug in the tub and headed out of the bathroom to her bedroom. Her door was locked and he knocked loudly on the wood. “Sasha, let me in.”
“Go away.”
“Open the door, Sasha.” He waited impatiently while she flipped the lock and cracked the door open.
He pushed the door open and grabbed her. He kissed her, feeling words weren’t necessary at the moment. The towel still covered her body. Diego cupped her cheeks. He wanted so much more with her, but they couldn’t. Due to their heritage, they couldn’t merge and become mates.
She pulled away, her expression filled with anger. “You’re just like them.”
“Like who?” He closed the door and locked it.
“Every male on the face of this earth.” She crawled in bed and curled on her side with her back to him. “Max, Thunder, Hopper—you’re all the same.”
Diego knelt on the bed behind her, settling in. He wanted to touch her, to hold her and figure out how everything could be okay again. He wanted to kiss her and love her. He rubbed his forehead.
“How are we all the same?”
“You get off on women in their needing phase, and once it’s over, you’re out the door faster than the speed of light. None of you want commitment and when you do decide to commit, it’s to another female.”
Diego inhaled her scent and his cock immediately hardened. The beginning was the strongest part of the needing, and with all that happened, he imagined the most emotional part as well.
“And now Roni’s gone which really sucks. I want to be mad and angry that she acted the way she did. She should have stood up for me when Max yelled. Everyone listened to her and he would have backed off, but she didn’t. She knew I couldn’t stand being in the same house with them but she said it wasn’t her place. Then she went into the woods alone… God, I can’t help thinking she was attacked because of me. She never went into the woods alone because she always dragged me along with her. And with Deacon looking for me—it put her in harm’s way.” Sasha swiped her eyes. “I just want to hate everyone but the damn full moon is taking every bit of energy I have out of my body.”
“It’s not your fault, Sasha.” Diego brushed his hand down her arm. “And I don’t get off on women’s needing phases. I haven’t been with a female wolf since I left the pack.” He sighed. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care for you. I wouldn’t have done any of the stuff I’ve done if I didn’t care.”
She sat up and faced him. “What does that mean?” She glanced down at his crotch. “You have a hard-on. How the hell am I supposed to believe anything you say when your cock is hard?”
He pulled her to him and held her. He kissed her temple. “You don’t have to believe me. You can hurt yourself more by believing I’m here for the sex because, as a Black Wolf, I love taking advantage of vulnerable females. That’s fine with me, if you choose to believe that. But it’s far from the truth.”
“I just want to be alone,” she cried.
He kissed her again. “You can’t, sweetie. You can make yourself suffer for as long as you want, but I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here when you need me.”
Sasha moved back to her side of the bed. He watched her curl around her pillows, hugging them to her body. Diego didn’t know how long she’d hold out, but he suspected it’d be until the very last moment. He watched her, giving her as much space as he could. Maybe he could talk with her pack when all of this was over. She wanted the commitment and he found himself willing to give it to her.
* * * *
Five hours and Sasha was miserable. Diego stayed by her side, trying to convince her to end it all. She wanted it to end. The needing, the pain. She rolled to her back and reached for Diego’s hand.
“How many more hours?”
“Three.”
Sweat wet her skin. Her pussy tightened, needing to be filled. “Shift.”
Diego sat up. “What?”
“Wolf form will end it all.” She tried to sit up and lacked the energy. It took her two tries before she finally was able to be upright.
Diego stared at her. “You sure about this? You could get pregnant.”
“I don’t care.” She stood to the side of the bed and closed her eyes, picturing the wolf within her. Her muscles stretched, her bones shifting as she transformed from human to wolf within seconds. She walked to the opposite side of the room and stared at Diego who still sat in human form on her bed.
“Do I not get a say in whether or not we have kids?”
She wagged her tail. No, he didn’t get a say. In their species, mating in wolf form was the only way they could procreate. And the break between sexual encounters during the needing phase increased. The need lessened, proving beneficial to all.
He pushed the sheets back. “If you can give me a way for us to work and your pack will let us mate, it’ll be done in a heartbeat.” He opened the door and stared at her. “I do love you, Sasha. I don’t know why it has to be voiced but there it is. The only reason I’m here is for you and the only reason I’ll leave is if you want me to go.”
Sasha blinked at his confession. He loved her? A few seconds ago he said he didn’t know… Either way, she felt elated.
“Don’t look at me like that. Yo
u knew it all along. You just wanted me to admit it.” He swallowed hard. “I wasn’t sure if I was ready, but I am. I think you knew that too.”
Sasha ran out, fully expecting him to chase her. He did. The house was silent, the others gone, as she made her way to the back. The night air felt good against her, the moon shining bright over her head. Diego tackled her from behind and mounted her immediately.
His cock felt bigger, sliding inside her needy body. What the fuck was she doing? She wanted sex, craved it and needed it on every full moon. It was part of her nature as a shifter. But she wanted Diego specifically. That need she felt would never end. Did he really mean it when he said he’d mate me?
She didn’t want pity. She’d had enough of that to last a lifetime and didn’t want it anymore. But how could she be sure? How could she be certain that the sex wasn’t going to his head, that he really wanted her the way she wanted him?
He made her come again and again. Overhead clouds moved to cover the moon, opening up to allow rain to fall down on them. Sasha rolled away from Diego and shifted back, taking in the cool wet earth surrounding her. He lay beside her propped up on his arm, staring at her.
“Do you really mean it?”
“I wouldn’t say if I didn’t.” He kissed her shoulder. “One thing you should know about me is I don’t stroke egos. And normally, I’d walk away if you said you didn’t want me. But I want you. I’m not thrilled about being adopted into a pack, but I’ll survive if they’ll take me. I’ll survive if you take me.”
Tears filled her eyes.
He pulled her on top of his body. “I’m here. You don’t have to question it ever again. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”
She kissed him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Droplets gathered along her back, sliding down her spine as they lay in the middle of the back yard. She loved him. It was a unique feeling, something she thought she felt for others, but in a completely different way.
“I love you, Diego.” She pressed her cheek against his. “Thank you for taking care of Deacon for me.”