Black Wolf's Ultimatum

by Black Wolf's Ultimatum [MF] (epub)

  “Sexy,” he told her. “Good enough to eat.” He cupped her sex, teasing her slit with his middle finger.

  “Stop it,” she said on a laugh. Slapping him on the shoulder, she pulled away. God, this is hot. “I thought you wanted to get me naked with the other two.”

  “I want you naked no matter what.”

  Blowing out a breath, Wendy nodded that she was ready. “Okay, Let’s get this banquet started.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  Chapter Four

  Wendy gulped when she finally reached the oblong oak table dominating the small dining area in her apartment. Her notice turned to the chairs lining the only open wall in the miniscule room. She laid her hand over her thrumming heart. She peeked at the clock. Nearly midnight. It was a miracle she wasn’t tired after the long, stressful few weeks she’d had. Actually, she was the opposite. She was primed and ready for a pounding.

  Her legs shook as Elijah lifted her so she sat on the lip of the table. With his hand on her chest, he pushed her back until she was prone. Her fingers curled into fists when John pulled her back so she lay in the middle of the table.

  Curious, feeling adventurous, she watched the men as they began to disrobe. She bit her lip when she took in the erections all of them wore. There was no way in hell she could do this. You’re all so huge. And, she sighed, ripped in all the right places. Even DeShawn, the youngest of the group, sported eight-pack abs.

  “Elijah, you’re running out of time,” John commented.

  “Huh?” Wendy asked.

  “Later,” Elijah said. “I want you to spread your legs wide and put your hands over your head.”

  The heels of her stilettos scratched the surface of the wood table when she followed his orders. Taking a deep breath, she stretched her arms over her head. DeShawn’s grip immediately clamped down on them. A tremor of fear stroked over her but she was able to push it aside.

  “Remember the rules, slave?” Elijah asked. “Answer me.”

  “Don’t speak unless given permission.” Wendy swallowed hard. Her brain worked feverishly to recall his conditions. “I am not allowed to do anything unless given permission to do so.”

  “Or?” Elijah stated.

  “I will be punished.”

  “What is the pinnacle rule, slave?”

  The what? Huh? She shook her head. Tension took hold of her limbs.

  “Who commands your orgasm?”

  “You do, my Master.”

  Elijah nodded, and she supposed that was his signal to let the play begin, since the moment he turned toward the table, DeShawn gripped her breast hard with his hand. His tongue swirled over her nipple. John climbed onto the table and steered her mouth to his cock. She licked the head before taking a small part of his length into her mouth.

  John began to pump his shaft down her throat.

  Tremors shivered up her thighs when Elijah blew a breath across her aching core. This tongue on her clit was even better. Ripping her head away from the cock pumping into her mouth, she panted for a moment. “Damn,” she whispered.

  A slap stung her thigh.

  Her body was on overload. DeShawn voraciously suckled on her nipples. He nibbled and tongued them until she couldn’t form a cognizant thought.

  Elijah licked her pussy as if he was a starving man. He’d take her clit between his lips and tease it with his tongue. Moaning, she returned her mouth to John’s cock. He tangled his hands in her hair and fucked her mouth.

  Elijah thrust three fingers into her channel. Instead of pumping, he tapped his fingers inside her. His thumb found her clit and stroked the nub. Arching her back, a foreign pressure grew in her core. It was mindboggling. Cataclysmic. “Ah.”

  “Not yet,” Elijah’s growl was animalistic. “You aren’t allowed to climax until I tell you that you can.” He held her down with his hand on her belly. “John, it’s time.”

  She wasn’t given the chance to whimper, let alone question the cryptic statement. Elijah gripped her legs and DeShawn took her shoulders. Momentarily off balance, she reached for an anchor when they lifted her. She lost her hold on John’s cock, and he sidled beneath her.

  “Take him in your ass,” Elijah commanded. His tone was harsh. She sensed Elijah was teetering on the edge just as much as she was. He helped her plant her feet and held her ankles steady as John gripped her hips.

  “Take it slow.” John’s hands eased her down and her natural lubrication slickened the way. She bit her lip as she took the head into her dark hole. The pang of pain only lasted a few seconds. She tilted her gaze to Elijah and watched him stroke his cock from base to tip. “That’s it, slave. Take him deeper.”

  Blowing out a breath, she closed her eyes against the extreme sensation of John filling her ass. Levering her weight on her straight arms, she planted her hands on the tabletop. She had to admit she’d never expected to get this kind of treatment. John’s firm grip guided her up and down his cock, sinking her lower, taking him deeper with each thrust. “God.” A sharp slap struck her thigh.

  “Are you ready for me, slave?” Elijah’s voice broke through her rasping breaths and the sound of blood rushing in her ears. “Answer me.”

  “Yes, Master.” She didn’t even know how she had the wherewithal to use his new title. Having John’s cock thrust into her ass was something else. Her pussy, however, wanted some attention. “Please, Master, I need you.” Her plea was ripped from her soul.

  Elijah knelt on the table and propped her calves on his shoulders. He slid his cock into her channel a scant inch. Tingles ran down her channel. Her thigh muscles shook. She gritted her teeth wanting him more than any other moment since she’d met him.

  “Do you accept me as your life mate?”

  “Oh, God.” Her heart was ready to beat out of her chest. He sank his length into her a little further. But she recognized John had stop pummeling her ass. She squirmed, trying to find her release. Yes. Yes. Yes. Give it to me. Now. Right now.

  “Answer me, slave. Do you accept me as your life mate?”

  She forced herself to breathe in and out. She was right at the edge just waiting for the thrust that would bring her bliss. “Ah.”

  “Answer me, damn it.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?” He swiveled his hips left then right. “Yes, Master, I accept you as my life mate?”

  “I accept you...as my life mate.” She wanted to scream it.

  Elijah slammed his cock in to the hilt.

  Wendy gasped when Elijah and John began a wild dance. The alternating strokes brought her closer and closer to climax. The base of Elijah’s cock hit her clit just right. Her ass burned from John slamming into it. “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.”

  The last component of the foursome suddenly garnered her attention. DeShawn eased himself up beside her. Glad she’d bought an antique table that could withstand an elephant stampede unscathed, Wendy took his cock between her lips and sucked for all she was worth. The climax she’d been fighting, wanted with every fiber of her being, was on the verge of exploding.

  DeShawn grasped her head and began to fuck her mouth. His smaller cock slid smoothly across her tongue. The pace Elijah set was a whole other matter. As if she was literally suspended, Wendy took the rampant pace until DeShawn pulled her to him and shot his load. Swallowing the salty tang, Wendy gasped for air when he hopped off his perch. “Yes!”

  “Not yet.” Elijah curled his hand around her shoulder blade.

  “Damn you.”

  John chuckled at her curse.

  “You are mine, Wendy. Today. Tomorrow. Until death takes us.”

  She managed to stare at his face, her body riding a passionate wave where she was so close to disobeying him and having an orgasm that she knew she was ready to shatter.

  “Come for me,” Elijah commanded.

  Screaming his name, barely cognizant of his face changing into something nightmares were made of. In the blink of an eye the visage disappeared.

  “Take it,�
� John ordered her.

  Ecstasy mingled with an exquisite pain to bring her to an earth shattering orgasm. Elijah was still working her. He kissed her hard while thrusting into her pussy. “Tell me you will stay with me forever.”

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.” She was going to come again.

  “Give yourself to Elijah,” John commanded. “Become his life mate.”

  A long, drawn out howl rose from her lover.

  Her second orgasm raked across her skin.

  “Will you be with me until death takes us?” Elijah asked. His voice was gruff, unfriendly.

  “Yes!”

  The chime of her mantel clock struck midnight. John grabbed her forearms while Elijah knelt and wrapped her in his embrace.

  Out of the corner of her eye she watched her lover lift his head. And, again, for a split second she thought she saw a flash-in-the-pan vision shift across his handsome face. A wolf?

  A ripple ran through her. An inexorable sensation shot from nerve ending to nerve ending as she tried to regain control of her heart rate. She hugged him tight.

  The revelation he’d gotten her to agree to be with him forever encroached on her bliss. “Elijah...”

  Elijah nuzzled her neck. He slid his cock from her pussy. Once his feet were planted on the floor, he stared at her. “Yes?”

  Wendy took the hand Elijah held out to her and she eased herself off John. She didn’t mind when her lover pulled her off the table and into the comfort of his arms.

  “Can you guys give us a minute?” Elijah asked his friends.

  The moment of truth was upon her. He placed his finger on her lips when she opened her mouth to speak. “Wait,” he ordered her.

  Her brain worked roughshod over his ultimatum. “Elijah, I don’t need a moment.”

  “Okay,” he answered. A frown marred his brow.

  Do it. Do it. Do it. “Elijah, I love you.” What do you want? It was a simple question. It was also the one her friends had posed to her when she’d talked to them about the ultimatum. They could tell her until the cows came home what to do, but the bottom line was—what did she want to have in her life. I want Elijah.

  “And?”

  “I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” Her gaze skittered to the two men quickly dressing. “If you can put up with my family, that is?” Or not. She still wasn’t sure about her parents’ reaction, but she understood Elijah was the best thing to ever enter her life.

  “Are you sure?” He brushed her hair from her face. It was a simple move which was totally synonymous with his caring nature where she was concerned.

  “I love you.” She blushed and her heart beat like a freight train in her chest. She couldn’t put her finger on the one thing that had nailed her decision in place, but she did know she’d made the right choice. I love you so much. “I always want to be with you,” she whispered. She snuggled close to Elijah. A sense of calmness rolled over her. This is right.

  “Congratulations to the both of you,” John said.

  “Yeah. Gotta tell you Wendy, you made the right choice. This guy would walk through hell if you asked him to,” DeShawn commented.

  A happy giggle bubbled up in her throat. “Thanks.”

  “The ball is in your court, Elijah,” John said. He slipped on his shoes. “Good luck.”

  * * * * *

  Elijah waited for his friends to leave. “I love you, and from the moment I met you I knew we were going to be together forever.” All his planning went flying out the window. His reckoning was upon him.

  “You certainly are a pragmatist,” she said. Her smile beamed.

  “Actually, I knew you were meant to be my life mate because I sensed it. You have a scent about you that drives me crazy.”

  “Huh?”

  “Wendy, sweetheart, I’m a werewolf.” There, he’d said it. It was out in the open where they could deal with it.

  “And I’m the queen of the fairies,” she teased him. A frown skittered across her brow when he didn’t say anything more. “You’re serious.”

  It wasn’t a question but a statement of fact. “Yes.” He nodded. Stroking his hand up and down her back, he inhaled deeply. His scent of sandalwood and the great outdoors hit his nose. The fragrance mingled with her delectable personal aroma of Lilly of the Valley.

  Say something. It was easy enough to prove to her what he was. All he had to do was morph into his midi-form, but he didn’t want to terrify her when he shifted into an eight-and-a-half-foot tall alpha-were.

  “I don’t know what to think. I mean, you never, well not before tonight, stopped by on the full moon.” Her lips parted and formed a perfect ‘o’. “Even the word to get me out of the play was full moon.”

  “Do you want me to shift?” He felt the minor change roll across his face. Knowing she’d seen it, he sighed.

  A shiver shook through her. “Not in my dining room, if you please,” she muttered. “What does this mean for me?” Even white teeth nibbled on her lower lip. “I can’t believe I just asked that.”

  “Truthfully, it means nothing to you. In the future you may want to become a she-wolf, but I’m not going to force you to become a part of the pack.”

  “Well, that’s a relief.” She held up a finger, shook her head and then gave a little shrug. “I don’t understand.”

  “Do you love me?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s all that matters.”

  She chuckled softly and shook her head again. “If you say so.”

  Author Biography

  In Belladonna’s formative years she’d heard her mother tell her—an imagination is a terrible thing to waste. That’s what happens when your mother is also an author. In adulthood life took her in a different direction. She became a professional portrait photographer.

  Her mother never gave up on her imaginative daughter and finally convinced her to try to write a story. Drawing inspiration from the candid moments that occur in her daytime job, she believes every human being has a story to tell. She writes multi-cultural contemporary romance with emphasis on real life cultural divides, historical, fanta-historical and might even move into the genre of science fiction. First she’ll have to photograph a real live alien.

  When not working on her next story she’s out with friends or kills time with her family, but her camera is never far from her side and the next story never far from her thoughts.

  Chapter Five

  Six months later

  “Elijah, stop it,” she said on a laugh. She struggled to get away from the fingers tickling her. Her decision to become a werewolf had been an easy one. It was a matter of being with him and understanding all the things he went through.

  Tonight, he was going to perform the task.

  His mother had told her the act was earth shattering and mind blowing. The first shift was incredible when it happened held in the arms of her lover. And Elijah’s mother ought to know since she’d followed the pack’s tradition over three decades ago.

  Gasping, Wendy ended up moaning when he slid his cock into her wet pussy. She punched her pillow when he didn’t thrust. Ever since that night six-months-ago when he’d finally gained her agreement to become his life mate and she’d learned the truth about what he was, the sex had only gotten better. Whether it was he and his friends or the two of them alone, it was always great.

  What stunned her more was her father’s about face when she confessed she was going to marry Elijah. She understood it was a craw in her father’s throat that Elijah was a democrat, but he’d agreed to the union with a smile and a hug. Whether her father was measuring Elijah to become a blue-dog democrat and eventually a republican was still to be seen.

  “Tell me you love me,” Elijah whispered against the shell of her ear.

  She spread her legs a little wider, trying to entice him to fuck her hard. “You know I do.”

  “Say it.”

  “I love you!” she screamed out in frustration when he pinned her wrists to the mattress. “No
w give it to me, damn it.”

  The light from the waxing moon drifted over them as he held her down. He licked her shoulder blade. “There’s no turning back.”

  “I know.” Fuck me!

  A ripple ran through her. An inexorable sensation shot from nerve ending to nerve ending as he bit her shoulder hard. He surged into her. The pain from his teeth digging into her flesh collided with the bliss of her orgasm. “Oh, my God.”

  Contractions rifled down her body. She screamed his name over and over. Her orgasm was stronger than ever. “Give it to me. Give it to me now.”

  He pumped her for all he was worth. His jism filled her.

  Her second climax in as many minutes raced down her body.

  He flopped over on his back and tucked her against his side. “God, woman, you don’t know what you do to me,” he rasped. He peeked at her through shuttered eyes. “Are you all right?”

  “I’ve never been better.” She drew circles through the tight curls sprinkled across his chest. Her gaze went to the picture of them taken at a recent Dickens’ family gathering. More snapshots were set neatly along the mantel in her living room including one of Elijah shaking hands with her father.

  Contentment filled her soul. Waiting for her breathing to even out, she sighed. In a couple of days, she’d experience her first shift in her fiancé’s arms. She ought to be afraid, but she wasn’t. Elijah would keep her safe.

  She giggled. This is perfect. “I love you, my black wolf.”

  **The End**