by Ruby Dixon
My eyes nearly cross at how good his body feels pressing against mine. “If…if you want me to.”
“I do.” His hand tightens in my hair for one blissful moment. “I’m gonna be pissed if you come without me.”
“Then I won’t.” I lick my lips. I could pretty much come right here, but I won’t.
“Good.” He smacks my pussy, sending a jolt through me. “Get back in the truck.”
I swallow hard and nod, and he releases me. I sag against the truck door, boneless. And here I’d thought I’d gotten past the bulk of my submissiveness by getting away from my wolf pack. Turns out all I need is a really big, brawny man to tell me what to do and I turn into a quivering pile of need.
All the more reason to stay single.
Chance opens the truck door for me, which strikes me as thoughtful even in my overheated, madly rushing thoughts. I manage to climb back into the truck and arrange my skirt carefully as he shuts the door and gets in on the other side.
He starts the truck again and tears down the gravel road. We’re deep into the middle of nowhere, but I’m not worried. With my wolf nose, I could find my way back home by following scent trails, but I am curious as to where we’re going. This is pretty remote. Does he live out here? Does this explain the lumberjack look? I sneak a glance over at him, but he’s not looking in my direction.
The big hands on the steering wheel are white-knuckled with tension, and his crotch looks as if it’s straining. Looks as if I’m not the only one struggling to keep it together. That makes me glad. If my scent permeated the cab of his truck any more, I don’t doubt that he’d grab my head and force it into his lap while he drives.
And I shiver at the thought of that mental image because I think I’d like that more than I want to admit. God, I am such a noodle in the presence of this man. What is wrong with me?
I clench my hands into fists and try to concentrate on being less ‘submissive wolf’ as he turns right in front of a beaten-up mailbox and down a long, winding path. Eventually, a cabin comes into view, and it’s a lovely sight—big windows, a cozy porch, and a beautiful yard. Everything looks neat and tidy, and there’s not a speck of mess anywhere. Ironic for a man who is rocking caveman-chic. There’s a dog up front that starts wagging its tail the moment the truck pulls up, and my estimation of this man goes up a notch. He likes dogs.
I forget all about scoping out his place when he turns toward me. “Inside the cabin now, unless you wanna forget about that shower.”
I swallow hard. “Going,” I squeak.
Chapter Four
Chance
“Your place is very neat,” Maddie observes as I guide her through the living room toward the loft upstairs. “And big. You live here by yourself?”
A questioning note enters her words, but I can’t make sense of it. The scent of her arousal is filling the air, and the feel of her pussy is imprinted on my palm.
“Yes,” I reply tersely. I need to get her upstairs to the shower before I spend on the stairs like an untried cub.
“Why all this space?” She gestures over the railing. I pause because she isn’t moving any more. I look at her and then at the downstairs living area.
“Because I’m a big guy?” I don’t really have an answer for her. My first plan for this place was a small, one-bedroom cabin with a footprint of no more than nine hundred square feet. It grew into something bigger as I was pouring the footings. It went from a tiny house to a big house, but it was still just me.
“Bears aren’t like wolves. I know you prefer to hibernate alone unless you have a mate and cubs. You don’t have a mate, do you?”
The alarm at the end of her question finally seeps through my thick skull. She apparently is putting one and one together and getting a family of six. “No cubs. No mate.” I tap her ripe ass. “Shower. Now.”
She huffs a sigh but starts moving. “I was just wondering. I think it’s a fair question to ask. I don’t want to get into the middle of a mate tiff.”
“I don’t have a mate,” I growl. Enough of this mate shit. “I don’t believe in mates.” She halts on the stairs again. “What now?” At this rate, we’ll never get to the shower. I eye her speculatively. Did I really promise to clean up? Maybe she’s going slow because she wants me to take her on the stairs.
“You don’t believe in mates?” she asks incredulously. “Mate bonds are kind of our thing.” She waves her finger between our two bodies. “Shifters mate for their very long lives. Their whole existence is often dedicated to finding their mate.”
I tune out her talk of mate stuff and focus on the fact that because she’s on a riser, my face is level with her tits. If I unbutton that top of hers, I could probably lean forward and suck one of her pretty nipples into my mouth without even bending over.
She did say she was a submissive wolf. It could be she’s just waiting for my command. I take a deep breath and inhale her scent to make sure she’s still on board. Her body says it’s ready.
“Don’t believe in mates,” I tell her as I start unbuttoning her top. “I do believe in making you feel good. Here’s what’s going to happen. We’re not showering. I’m going to peel these pretty clothes off and then I’m going to suck on your tits until you come on my hand. Afterward, we’ll shower.”
“Every shifter believes in mates,” she replies. Her tone kind of reminds me of a schoolteacher. That’d be hot. Maddie dressed up in a tight skirt, wearing glasses. I’d bend her over the desk and pound her right before classes started and then, as she was writing shit on the chalkboard, my seed would be dripping down her leg.
Fuck. That makes me horny as hell.
“Mates aren’t my thing.” I part the edges of her blouse. “These are my things.”
Holy music starts playing in my ears as I unveil her black-lace covered breasts. Ripe and juicy as the rest of her. My mouth waters as I imagine the taste of those in my mouth.
“Chance, I think we should go upstairs.“ Her hands come up to clutch at the sides of her shirt.
“Nah. This is good. You‘re going to stand there and hold your shirt while I suck on your tits.“ With one rough tug, I pull down the bra cups, and her breasts pop out. The bra constrains her, pushing her flesh together to form a deep valley. Her nipples are tight and red and waiting.
Mate bond, schmate bond. She doesn‘t give a shit about that stuff either.
“Your body is rocking my world, babe,“ I tell her respectfully. I brush my thumbs across the surface of the erect tips and revel in the shudder that snakes through her body.
“You going to lick them or just stare at them?“ she sasses me.
I pinch one—hard—and she yelps. “You going to be a brat?“
Her chin tilts up. “I think it was a legitimate question. You‘ve done a lot of talking, but there hasn’t been much follow-through. Maybe like the mate thing, you don’t believe in action?”
We lock eyes, and I allow the great beast inside me to slide into place, for just a moment. This little wolf is going to be eaten by the big bad bear. She gulps but bravely doesn’t move.
Sweet as honey but sharp like a bee. She’s going to sting me a thousand times before we’re done, and I’m going to love every fucking painful moment.
But first, we’re going to lay some ground rules. “I’m in charge here, and backchat like that is going to result in a whupping. Because we’re just starting out, I’m going to give you an option. You can have five strokes now or you’ll get ten after you come. Which is it going to be?”
Maddie’s skin is getting flushed all over. From the tips of her cute-as-hell ears to the soft skin on her belly. “I’ll take ten after,” she says, so quietly that I have to strain to hear her.
“That’s good. Real good, babe.” I turn her around and push her up the stairs. “I’m dusty, and I don’t want to get any wood chips on your skin so we are going to take that shower. You’re going to wash my hair, scrub my beard, and then you’re going to get on your knees and suck me of
f.”
She stumbles at those last words. Yeah, the little sub wants my dick in her mouth. My hands are shaking so hard it’s difficult to get my clothes off. I toe off my boots and shuck my pants and shirt before I even reach the top of the stairs. Completely nude, I half-push, half-guide Maddie through the master bedroom and into the en suite bathroom.
“Take off your clothes,” I order roughly. I use the pretense of starting the shower to avoid watching her disrobe. Another time, I’d have loved the show, but I’m too close to blowing my load right now. I need a little distance. I fiddle with the knobs. Like the rest of the house, I went big in the bathroom. The shower itself is big enough that I could lie flat in it if I wanted to. Nearly seven feet long, the shower has three different water sources: one big rainhead in the ceiling, a regular showerhead, and a wand.
The wand came with the set, and I never had occasion to use it…until now. I pick it up and test the spray. It can’t be too hot. I don’t want to burn my new pussy.
I drag the cedar bench I use when I’m taking a steam and position it under the rainhead. By the time I’m done, Maddie’s standing in the middle of my black and gold marble bathroom, looking like a goddess.
I swipe a hand across my mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Maddie Thorne. You should be in town or with one of the Millers but fuck if I’m going to take you there. Now get your pretty ass over here.”
She hops to, submissive to her core. I’ve heard about wolves like her. They want to be ordered around. It makes them feel wanted, appreciated. And if you don’t work them with a firm hand, then they don’t respect you.
If I’m going to have Maddie more than once, I’ll have to show her that I understand her peculiar needs. And I’m going to want to have her again and again. Once isn’t going to be enough. I don’t even need to taste her to know that I want to keep her. Maybe not as my mate. No, not a mate, but I can’t see myself letting her go in the near future. Or the far future.
I lick my lips. The urge to feast on her body is almost too strong to resist. But I know I have to wait even if it kills me.
“Come on inside.” I beckon for her to join me.
“This is a big shower.”
“I’m a big man.”
Her eyes fall to my cock that’s pointing straight up in the air.
“Yes, you are,” she says in full appreciation.
My cock jumps toward her, seeking her wet heat. I grab my junk and pull down hard. This is about Maddie’s needs. Not mine.
“Shampoo,” I manage to grunt out. “Wash me.”
I take a seat before I fall down and keep a painful grip on my cock as Maddie pours shampoo into her hand and begins to lather me up. Her fingers dig into my scalp, and her lush tits press against my head. Sometimes I feel a nipple against my neck or shoulder. It’s a goddamn tease, a fucking torture. But I bear it so she knows that I can be in control no matter what she does.
It’s the hardest test I’ve ever endured.
When she moves to the front and stands between my legs, I nearly spurt all over her creamy skin. I bite down on the inside of my mouth hard enough that the tangy taste of copper spreads across my tongue. The blood and pain are just enough to keep the edge off as she commences petting my beard.
“Your hair is a lot softer than I thought it would be,” she comments almost absent-mindedly as she scrapes her fingernails across my jawline.
A moan builds in my throat, and my breath turns choppy and harsh as I fight for control. Her pussy, slick from her arousal, from the water, from the soap, slides across the top of my fist. She’s trying to break me, but it’s not happening.
“You done yet?” I ask, my tone harsh and angry.
“Almost.” There’s a tease in her voice that tells me that she could do this all night. It’s time to up the game.
“You’re done,” I tell her. I surge to my feet and grab a wet hank of her hair. I tug hard until the long column of her neck is exposed. “I was going to let you suck my cock, but you were a bad girl, trying to tease me like that. You were trying to make me come, weren’t you?”
She returns my hard stare with a bright, mischievous one of her own. “I was just washing you like you had ordered.”
I shake my head. “That kind of sass is going to earn you more lashes.” I whip her around to face the tile. “Hands up on the tile. You do not move for any reason. Hear me?”
She nods.
“Use your words, babe.”
“Yes. No moving until you tell me to.”
“Good girl.” I give her a light slap on the ass and then kneel down between her legs. In this position, I can see every inch of her sweet pussy, from her swollen lips to her eager little clit. The puckered skin around her ass tempts me just as much. One day soon, I’m going to take her there. But for now? Now I’m going to eat her like I’m a starving man and she’s my first meal.
Chapter Five
Maddie
“You have a safe word?”
I’m startled by the gruff question. “I…yes. It’s ‘Albuquerque’.” My fingers clutch at the wet tile, but there’s nothing for me to hold on to. I feel overpowered and disoriented…
And so, so turned on. Most women would be screaming and running away. Me? I’m panting and hoping he touches me in all my most sensitive places.
He positions me against the tile just how he wants, pulling my hips out a bit and making me spread my legs wider. I press my cheek to the cool surface, biting my lip. Please touch me. Please touch me. The words echo in my brain like a mantra.
“You know to use it if you need it, right, little wolf?”
I nod, closing my eyes. Funny how we’ve fallen into this kind of relationship so fast. It’s like he was able to look at me and realize exactly what I needed. I’ve had ex-boyfriends who weren’t as perceptive as this stranger. I suppose if I have to have a wild, crazy fling with a local, I’m glad it’s this guy. We’ll have hot, nasty sex and then I’ll give him a makeover and then I’m totally free. He doesn’t want a relationship, and I’m pretty sure that after we have sex, I’m not going to be satisfied with anyone else around here.
It works out well. In theory.
Then I don’t have time to think anymore, because he takes the spray wand and rubs it between my legs. “How’s that feel, dirty girl?”
I squirm. It feels good enough, but it also feels like child’s play next to the thought of this big, brawny man touching me. “It’s not bad.”
“Don’t like it?” he grunts. “Thought it might be a fun toy.”
“I like your touch,” I tell him. “More than anything else.”
“Mmm. Bossy of you.”
I wiggle. Bossy girls get spankings, don’t they? God, I’d love a spanking from his big, callused hands right about now. I’m practically dripping with need. It’s not that I want the pain; I just want the overwhelming feeling of being possessed and owned. I didn’t realize until now just how much I’ve missed being in my pack. It always provided the feeling of ownership and belonging. Now that I’m gone, I’ve felt a bit lost without it.
Right now, though? I don’t feel lost. I feel right at home.
Chance tosses aside the wand. “You’re pushing your legs together again, little wolf.”
“Sorry.” I breathe the word and then dutifully spread my legs further apart.
The moment I do, I feel a beard tickle my inner thighs. A squeal escapes me but not before his fingers dig into my skin and he tugs my ass cheeks apart. “Hold still, bad girl.”
I do. I’m practically vibrating with need, but I manage to keep my body frozen in the position he has me in, and I’m rewarded with his mouth on my pussy. A moan escapes my throat as his tongue slicks into my core, tasting me.
“Damn, you’re fucking sweet.”
“Thank you.” It comes out breathless, and I try to think of something else to say, but his mouth returns, and he starts tonguing me from clit to asshole. He’s not gentle—more like he’s at a feast and he’s
taking everything he can before someone else grabs it from his hands. His mouth’s devouring me, his teeth skimming soft flesh before he punishes me with his tongue.
It drives a low cry from my throat, and he swats my ass. “Quit moving.”
“Sorry. Sorry.” I try to remain in place, but the tickle of his beard and the stroke of his tongue? The way he goes to town on me like I’m his favorite meal and he’s been starving for weeks? I can’t help it. My legs start to tremble, and my pussy clenches with an oncoming orgasm.
“You gonna come in my mouth?” The beard flicks against my skin, tickling me, and I nearly collapse when his tongue flicks over my bottom and he drives a finger deep inside me. A moment later, he adds a second, and I’m coming, a choked scream dragging from my throat. He finger-fucks me as I come, making sure that he wrings out every shudder of the orgasm from me.
I moan and press against the tile, feeling boneless.
He smacks my ass. “You didn’t ask for permission to come, bad girl.”
“You didn’t tell me I couldn’t,” I bite back. I’m feeling wonderful, but I’m also starting to worry about those ten smacks he promised me earlier. Should I explain to him I’m into being dominated but not into pain itself? That I’ll take the discipline but hopefully he’s not into dishing out tons of pain? Or will he see that as more sassing?
When he doesn’t reply, I start to worry. Instead, he soaps me up and begins to wash me in a rather proprietary fashion, as if I’m little more than a doll. I dutifully turn and tilt my head when he indicates he wants to wash my hair. I’m eating up the attention and a little sad that he doesn’t want anything permanent. I’d let this guy be my alpha any day—bear or not.
Which reminds me…he hasn’t come. I turn around and grab his cock, dragging my wet hand up and down it. I’m being naughty and I don’t even care. Part of the fun of being naughty is that I get attention. Also, his cock is big and thick, and it’s just itching for me to touch it, I bet.
He grabs my hand and cocks an eyebrow at me. “Did I say you could do that?”