Wolf and Punishment (The Alaska Princesses Trilogy, Book 1)

by Theodora Taylor

  “May I kiss you?” she asked.

  “Sure,” he said, and though he sounded as cool as a cucumber, his moon-colored eyes darkened as she moved closer and placed her lips on his.

  She’d only ever kissed the Wyoming prince before. Chaste kisses of greeting and farewell, meant more for those watching than either of them. Kissing Mag was nothing at all like kissing Jeffrey.

  Even though he didn’t touch her, his lips drew on hers, keeping her there long past the experimental peck she’d meant to give him. He easily pulled her tongue into his mouth, and that forbidden thing below? She could feel it against her stomach, pulsing and alive, like an animal.

  The kiss went on for hours, days, weeks—maybe only minutes. She’d never be able to say for sure, but at some point, she said against his lips, “Okay, we can go on, I’m not scared anymore.” And unlike the first denial she’d meant to make, this statement was true.

  Her mind had become languid, and her breasts had become heavy inside their La Perla bra, and her body… oh, it had become a curious thing, indeed. Full of questions she didn’t quite know how to ask or answer. More. She wanted more. More kisses. More touching. Whatever he was willing to give her, she wanted it.

  However, he broke off from their kiss, bringing his face back so he could look at her when he said, “Unheated she-wolves aren’t like human girls.”

  Her mind struggled with the subject change. “What?”

  “You can get aroused, but you don’t get wet down there like human girls. That’s why unheated girls don’t have an arousal scent. Main point: it won’t be comfortable for you without lube, and we don’t have any here, so… I need to eat you out for a while—“ he stopped, seeing the lack of comprehension on her face. “What I mean is, I need to put my mouth on you and make you come—um, have an orgasm, at least twice before I put it in.”

  And suddenly what had been a very hot kiss turned into an incredibly awkward lesson about she-wolf sexuality versus human sexuality. Janelle swallowed again, her throat suddenly dry as a desert, or perhaps more appropriately, dry as an unheated she-wolf’s—

  “Okay, I understand.” she said, interrupting her own disturbing train of thought and trying to keep her voice from going up an octave. “And I’m sorry… I hope you don’t mind having to do that to me.”

  His eyes darkened again, just like they had when she’d asked to kiss him. “I don’t mind. Can you lie back on the bed for me?”

  In a daze, Janelle stepped away from him and started toward the bed.

  “It’ll help if you get naked, too.”

  Oh, God. The drugged out feeling of their sultry kiss was completely gone now. She removed her dress, silk underwear, and heels even faster than Mag had undressed, leaving nothing but the tasteful, two-strand beaded nephrite jade necklace she’d inherited from her grandmother, and a crippling self-awareness she feared might be her undoing.

  Before she could chicken out, she laid back on the bed in a rush of movement, hands palm up at her sides, legs outstretched. Then she waited.

  But not for long. Mag lay down on his side beside her, propping up on one arm to ask, “May I kiss you?”

  He was teasing her by making the same request she had just a few minutes ago. But Janelle didn’t mind. Playing along actually relaxed her. Kind of. “Sure,” she said, just like he had.

  So he did and soon the warm feelings came back, coursing through her, until she felt curious again. And bold. She wanted to feel his body against hers, and she began to turn herself towards him, but his hand went to her shoulder, keeping her back on the bed. “Hold on, Janelle.”

  He lifted up to his knees, and the next thing she knew, he was repositioning her legs on either side of his massive thighs, pushing on her knees so she was completely spread out in front of him in a way that would have been too embarrassing to bear if she wasn’t so curious about what he would do to her next.

  She soon got her answer. His large hands enveloped her breasts, pinching her nipples between the bottom phalanxes of his fingers as he caressed the globes, not too hard, not too soft, just right.

  Then he leaned back like a monk in prayer and buried his head between her legs.

  Whatever she’d thought such an act would feel like, whatever she’d imagined when she read human romance novels. This was even better. With his hands still on her breasts, he worked his tongue inside of her, lapping at her inner folds until… it touched something inside of her that sent a current of electricity straight through her womb.

  “Oh, my God!” she said on a pant. Was that her clit? Was that what it felt like to be touched there with something as hot and wet as Mag’s tongue? She pushed herself into his mouth, loving what he was doing, but wanting, needing more.

  “Mag…” His name came out as a plea. Her tongue asking his tongue to keep going, keep going, please keep going.

  His hands fell from her breast, and he brought one of them down to her womanhood. Then he pushed his shoulders between her legs, keeping her open wide as he continued to lathe her most intimate part with his relentless tongue while rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb. Deeper and deeper, his tongue exploring, his thumb rubbing harder and harder…

  And like a match lit near a pile of dynamite, everything below her waist exploded. She arched her back, crying out his name. The only thing that kept her on the bed was Mag’s large body between her legs, his hands holding her down as the orgasm ripped through her.

  His eyes stayed on her womanhood as she came, almost scientific as they studied her, and she thought she might know why. She could feel something wet between her legs now, something slick that wasn’t saliva.

  “This is good,” he said when she came down from her climax, breathing hard. “One more time…”

  He went down on her again. Licking and lapping and kissing until Janelle was moaning in a way very unbecoming of a princess. But even though she knew what to expect now—maybe because she knew what to expect now—she came even harder the second time. The world went dark for a little bit as her eyes squeezed shut and her necked arched back while the sensations crested over her.

  When she opened her eyes, Mag was there, his heavy body nestled between her legs, so she could feel the length of him against her still quivering folds. But he didn’t make a move to go any further with his bottom half, and he lifted his top half up on his forearms so most of his weight was off of her.

  “Are you sure? I want you to be sure.”

  How could he ask that? The two climaxes he’d given her reverberated through her body like aftershocks. Maybe she hadn’t been so sure when she’d first brought him up to her room. But now… now she had never been more sure of anything in her life.

  “Yes, I’m sure,” she said, feeling like Mag Lonewolf was the best decision she’d ever made. “Please take my virginity.”

  4

  “PLEASE take my virginity.” Her request made him feel both guilty and honored. Torn—which was an unfamiliar feeling for Mag.

  Before, if a girl came along and asked him to take her V-card—no problem. It had happened a couple of times back when he lived in Alaska, usually when he was manning his family’s fur stand for the many festivals they traveled to each summer. Young she-wolves would appear and pet the lynx, otter, beaver, and ermine pelts they had no intention of buying, and then they’d ask if he was from Bad Wolf. And when he said he was, they’d lower their voices and ask if it was true what they’d heard about guys from Bad Wolf being cool with sexing unheated she-wolves.

  Really, the conversation had gone pretty much the same as the one he’d had with Janelle before coming up to her room. But somehow this was different.

  First of all, he hadn’t known there was an actual Lupine law on the books about sleeping with unheated girls back then. Second, those other girls had been a game. He got laid, and they got their walks on the wild side.

  But Janelle. He’d never met anyone like her, so sparkly and bright, kind and sweet, despite her looks and moneyed backg
round. She outshined every other girl he’d ever slept with, really every other girl he’d ever met, including Rafe’s fiancée, Chloe, and that was really saying something.

  For the first time, Mag’s conscience tugged at him. What right did a scholarship kid from a pack her people called Bad Wolf have to even touch someone this rare and beautiful, much less take her virginity?

  However, the other part of him, the part that had been ambitious enough to defy his family and not only stay in one town long enough to join a football team from the age of sixteen to eighteen, but also come to Colorado for a chance to play college ball in the hopes of becoming a professional player—that part of him knew.

  The way she had responded to his kisses, the way she’d come for him, bucking and wild…this girl was for him, a gift from destiny. And she made him feel like a king.

  How could he ever deny her anything she asked of him?

  “This is going to hurt,” he told her. “But only for a little bit, then it will feel good, okay?”

  She clamped her lips together and nodded. “Don’t worry, I’m tougher than I look—” She broke off with a gasp of pain when he pushed into her, as quickly as he could, burying himself inside with one stroke.

  For a moment the mask he could tell she put a lot of effort into keeping in place fell away. “Oh, God, you’re so big… it’s okay, it’s okay.”

  He didn’t know if she was reassuring herself or him about the pain. But for the first time in his life, he wished he wasn’t quite so well-endowed, and he hated the idea of causing her any more discomfort. His penance was to stay as still as possible, waiting for her green light to continue, although she wasn’t the only person affected by their joining. She was tight around him, her core was like one wet, hot invitation to unleash himself inside of her, and he found himself having to work hard to keep his wolf in control.

  It didn’t help when she spread her legs even further, squirming underneath him as she adjusted to his size, until her pain started to recede. He could tell when it did because, her eyes widened a bit, and the adjusting took on a certain rhythm, with her moving her hips up and down as she discovered for herself the pleasure of penetration, when her clit came in contact with his manhood.

  “This is… nice,” she said, her voice kind of breathless. “This is really nice.”

  But still he waited for his invitation. Held himself as still as possible on top of her, even though she was basically waving a piece of red meat in front of his wolf, with her surprised “mmms” and her moaning “ohs” as she uncovered more about how her own body worked by using his as a live dildo.

  And just when he thought she might come on her own, with no thought for the guy keeping himself in check on top of her, she said, “But Mag, don’t you think this would be even better if you moved, too?”

  Oh, hell, just the image of him moving inside her, of them moving together… he had to squeeze his eyes shut and bear down on himself as his balls tightened, threatening to release their load right then and there.

  “Mag?” he heard her say underneath him.

  “Sorry,” he said. “Need a moment. I’m a little too into this.”

  “Oh, well, take your time. No rush.”

  The humor of the situation, of her now politely waiting while he got a hold of himself, was enough to bring him back from the edge.

  He opened his eyes, and rocked his hips into her. “Yeah, you were exactly right. It’s better if I move, too.”

  An aching moan escaped her lips as he did just that, rolling his hips so he maintained constant contact with her clit. He could tell she hadn’t expected to enjoy her rebellious act quite this much and it gave him no small amount of pride when her legs came up, wrapping around his waist to let him in even deeper.

  “Yeah, Janelle, just like that,” he said, placing his hand on the outside of her thigh as he rocked into her. “I’m going to reach down and play with you now. If it don’t feel good… Janelle, look at me.”

  He stopped moving until her sex-hazed eyes met his. “Don’t be polite. Not with me. If it don’t feel good, if anything I do don’t feel good, let me know.”

  “Okay,” she said with a few surprised blinks.

  “All right then.” He moved his thumb to her clit, stimulating it even more as he resumed thrusting inside of her. At first he was gentle, but then he rubbed harder and harder as the sounds coming out of her mouth became more and more excited.

  Then, she said, “Oh, oh, oh…” like she didn’t know what was coming over her, before climaxing wild, the heels of her smooth feet digging into the top of his buttocks, like she was both trying to get away from the heretofore unknown sensations and push him into her even deeper.

  He allowed himself to come then with a barking laugh, relief that he’d managed to hold out long enough combined with the stupendous sensations of releasing himself inside this wonderful girl, this sexy woman, this dream come true.

  Afterwards, he arranged it so their bodies were lying side by side, nestling his top thigh between both of her surprisingly thick ones. Black woman thighs, he thought to himself, thinking of Chloe’s similar set. They’d been hidden by the cut of Janelle’s discarded dress—probably on purpose to provide an illusion of all over slenderness.

  But he liked women with some meat on their bones, and he’d liked that Janelle wasn’t as delicate and waifish as she’d seemed at first glance. He filed the discovery under the many pleasurable ones he’d had that night.

  “You’re really good at that,” she told him, pushing her now not-so-perfect curls out of her face.

  “Good at what?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer. He wanted to hear her say it.

  “Ah… sex,” she said, as if forcing herself to just spit out the word.

  “Thanks.”

  A guilty look passed over her face. “Are you okay?”

  What a strange question, Mag thought. “Yeah, of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t you think I was okay?”

  “Well, you didn’t come as many times as I did. I feel bad about that. Like I should have been better at reciprocating.”

  Wow, that confirmed it, this chick really wasn’t like anyone else he’d ever slept with. “That’s not how sex works. You don’t have to come out even. We had a good time, that means we both won.”

  “So you enjoyed it, too? You’re not just trying to be polite?”

  If her aim was to club him over the head with her adorableness, she was doing a very good job. “Yeah, I enjoyed it for real. You don’t even need to worry about that.”

  She beamed. “Good. I’m glad.”

  She had an interesting way of talking—casual yet formal. “You’re from one of those rich Alaska oil families, aren’t you?”

  The smile stayed on her face, but the light in her eyes seemed to diminish a little when she answered, “Yes.”

  “Probably know the King of Alaska real well, like you been over to his house for dinner and shit like that, right?”

  “Yes,” she said as her smile went fully ghost.

  He nodded, annoyed at himself for even caring. Why couldn’t he have left it at the sex? Why did he have to ask… ?

  “So this is just a one-night-stand for you. Your little walk on the wild side. Like if I called you up the next time I was in Alaska…”

  Her eyes widened like she’d just been hit with a surprise killing in a horror movie. Yeah, that made a guy feel good. He sat up and said, “All right, well, I guess we’re done here.”

  JANELLE’S MIND LURCHED as she watched Mag get out of bed and go over to his clothes. How had the conversation turned so fast? One minute they were talking about the amazing, mind-blowing sex they’d just had, and the next, Mag was yanking on his pants as if she’d insulted him in the worst way possible.

  “Don’t go,” she said, sitting up in bed. Not only did she need him to take a shower before he went back to the room he shared with Rafe, but also… “I was hoping you might spend the night.”

  He
paused, but only to lay her low with a skeptical look. “You’re worried about Rafe smelling you on me. But what if I told you we live in an apartment off campus with three bedrooms? That you don’t have to worry about him smelling you, because I’ll take a shower and go to my own room? Then would you still want me to spend the night?”

  “Yes,” she answered, surprising herself with the truth of it. She’d loved the feel of lying entwined with him on the hotel’s bed, his spent manhood resting against the inside of her thighs. The thought of him leaving now sent a chill of loneliness down her spine.

  But Mag’s face remained angry. “That’s not how one-night-stands work.”

  “Oh, I wasn’t aware of that.” She reached out to him, “Why don’t you come back to bed and tell me exactly how it’s supposed to go.”

  He looked from side to side, his frustration obvious in both his expression and the rigid way he held his body, as if he was locked in an inner-battle between staying and going… but in the end he came back to the bed. And Janelle cheered inside, even though when he lay down, he did so on his own side of the bed. Arms behind his head, eyes on the ceiling.

  Janelle sort of matched his position, lying back against her own pillow, but folding her hands over her stomach as she looked up at the same ceiling he was now staring at. “So, you’ve had a lot of one night stands?”

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  “And usually you leave as soon as the sex is done?”

  “Yeah.” He bit the word out.

  They both stared up at the ceiling, the silence becoming a very noisy thing in the room, before she finally said, “You should know I think you’re beautiful and wildly talented in bed. Any girl would be lucky to be seen with you. However, my parents would freak. They have a lot of ideas about how I should be conducting myself at this stage in my life, and illegal sex with a guy from Bad Wolf—I mean, Freedom Town, isn’t part of their big picture. Rafe’s an old friend of the family’s and if he found out, I think he’d feel compelled to tell my parents. And if we were seen together in Alaska—well, I’m afraid there would be a lot of drama, and I’m not a fan of drama—though I realize asking you take my virginity in the first place would put that statement in question.”