How To Ruin Easter For A Werewolf

by Rose, Dahlia; Hart, Crymsyn

  “Oh, baby, why did you come back and help me with the Cobra? But, if this is Heaven at least you’re with me.” He leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. She moaned and rolled over. He couldn’t help but reach out and touch her, making sure she was real and not some hallucination. She was warm, soft, and so very fuckable. His fingers traced the curve of her shoulder blade, trailing along the arch of her back. She squirmed in her sleep when he hit her ticklish spots. An unintelligible murmur passed through her lips. Sebastian nuzzled her neck. His balls contracted. His dick needed to feel her warm pussy covering it. He slid his free hand under her jeans and over her downy mons. Her slit was already moist. He found her clit and began to rub it, slowly enticing her into wakefulness.

  He kissed her neck, savoring the sweet tang of her skin. He was slow in waking her. Her breathing intensified. Her muscles stiffened. He felt the subtle little changes in her while she came into consciousness. A breathy groan escaped her lips. Her inner thighs captured his hand. A gush of wetness erupted into his palm from her moist pussy. He slid two digits deep inside of her, anticipating the tang of her juices when he licked his fingers clean. He began to pump inside of her slowly.

  “What are you doing to me?” she asked in a throaty whisper.

  He nibbled on her neck. “Only trying to wake you up and enjoy Heaven with you, angel.”

  Demona was close to coming. She hovered on the edge. Her pussy gripped his fingers hard. Only a few more strokes and she would come for him. “This…fuck… isn’t Heaven, Pookie.”

  Sebastian begged to differ. Anywhere with her was Heaven. He flicked his thumb over her clit a few more times. Her whole body stiffened. Her ass pushed against his cock. He so needed to get her out of those jeans. “If this isn’t Heaven, then how am I healed?” He bit down on her throat hard, the way he knew she liked it.

  Demona groaned something. The low octave of the sound couldn’t be heard by human ears, but it titillated him to no end. “Stop playing and fuck me.”

  “Gladly.” With this free hand he unzipped her jeans. He freed his fingers from her pussy and pulled off her pants. He dropped them off the side of the bed and gazed at his stunning mate. Color adorned her cheeks. Where the light hit her, he noticed she was glowing. Her golden gaze studied him while she waited. He dipped between her luscious thighs and tasted her sweet tang. His tongue laved her clean while he savored her. She pushed herself against his face while she wiggled. Everything about her intoxicated him.

  “Please, do it.”

  His teeth grew. He nipped at her inner thigh tasting blood. Demona screamed. Music to his ears. He kissed the spot and lapped at the wounds until they closed. He bit along her thigh, over her stomach and up to her breasts before taking one in his mouth and sucking on it. Her nipple hardened again. He took the other between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it around. Her hands ran over his back. A moment of pain made him growl. Her claws ran furrows in his flesh. The pain was sweet. He struggled to hold onto his control, but it was slipping fast.

  He glanced up at her, meeting her golden gaze. She was his, all wolf and all female. He couldn’t think where he would be if she wasn’t in his life. Even though he hated to admit it, his life would be meaningless if anything ever happened to her. He wasn’t very good at telling her that over the years, but maybe it was time to make her see that. Make her understand that he truly loved her. He would be the mate that she deserved, no longer going off on his own or complaining about it when she wanted to hunt some stupid rabbit. A sweet smile curled her lips. He nipped her breast harder. Her hips rose underneath him. His dick was so close to her pussy. His tongue circled Demona’s areola. The darker contrast against her mocha skin made him want to suck on it all day.

  “Enough teasing. Fuck me, big bad, or get off.”

  Sebastian chuckled. “Can’t I do both?” He plunged his dick deep inside of her. He had come home. They fit together wonderfully. He pulled out and slammed into her again. A moan built in his throat. The hair stood up on his body. Everything in him wanted to shift while he fucked her. It was a wonderful feeling pumping into her in mid-turn. He didn’t do it often because it took a lot of concentration to keep sliding into her and stay man enough to be able to fuck her. But she loved it. Demona’s legs wrapped around his lower back. She created the rhythm between them, pulling him inside of her swiftly and hard. He didn’t deny her want. He focused on her beautiful mouth and her bouncing breasts while they rubbed against his chest. The friction from her nipples sent shivers through him. They were both so close. Her pussy held his cock harder every time not wanting to let him go. His muscles tensed. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Her face strained. They were right there. One more push.

  Demona threw her head back and howled. The echo ripped through him. An orgasm consumed the two of them. He joined her howl and let it die away until he collapsed on top of her. Her deft fingers slid through the strands of his hair. He inhaled her exhilarating scent while they both basked in the afterglow. Small tremors still coursed through her body. He felt her womb contract while he lay on top of her. A sudden spear of dread shot through him.

  “Oh, God!” He rolled off her.

  A worried expression crossed her face. “What’s the matter?”

  “What if we hurt the babies doing that? What if us shifting will hurt them?”

  His mate began to laugh. “Hush, Pookie. Having sex is not going to hurt the children.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She took his hand and lifted it to her lips. She slid a finger in between her lips and nibbled on it. “Yes. Quite sure. You have nothing to worry about. And shifting won’t hurt them either.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Call it a woman’s intuition. There’s nothing to worry about. Just you keep me fed and we’ll be okay. Now, come back to bed.” She licked his palm. Sebastian’s dick stirred again. He shook his head, trying not to be enticed by her. It was impossible. However, he glanced around the space. For the first time he noticed that it was a large open apartment. There was a dungeon in one corner, an office in another, a shitload of pillows all over the place, and right in front of them there was a camera.

  “Ahh… Demona. Where the hell are we? Why is there a camera pointed at us? Did you decide to get all kinky and record us, baby? Not that I mind, but I would think that you wanted to do that in the privacy of our own home.”

  She hit him on the shoulder. “This is Samuel’s pad. He’s letting us stay here until you’re better. I think you’re better. Are you?”

  “Who’s Samuel?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Remember the Red Dragon?”

  He played over the cast of characters they had run into in the warehouse, among all the other crazies that were dressed up in animal costumes. He shivered. He never, ever wanted to see another sight like that again. Then he recalled the character who gave them the costumes. “The one who put us in those ridiculous baby chicken costumes? The one who made us dress up like fucking Peeps!” This was his place. What the fuck did this guy do for a living?

  “The one and the same.”

  “Oh, goodie. You two are up. I was hoping you would be.”

  There was a voice at the end of the room. Sebastian sniffed the air. He didn’t smell a threat. The man didn’t have a human scent, but something else. That was what was bothering him. This other guy wasn’t human.

  Samuel was not dressed the way he thought he would be. He wore a long, flowing blue ball gown, a platinum blonde wig, three inch heels, and fake eyelashes long enough they could reach out and pet Sebastian. The dude was dressed in drag. Who the fuck is this guy?

  “Hey, sweets.” He came over and air-kissed Demona. He tossed her a bag. She caught it easily. Sebastian noticed Samuel’s gaze, giving him the once over and lingering on his chest and his groin. It sent a shiver of disgust through him. He gave him a winning smile. Sebastian didn’t return it.

  Demona poked him. His gaze rolled to her. He knew that look on her fa
ce. He wasn’t going to get anywhere until he greeted their host. He stuck out his hand.

  “Thank you for helping us last night out of…”

  Samuel smiled and gave him a wink. “Oh it was nothing. Monty had it coming to him. I don’t know how many times I’ve told him that he couldn’t hunt here. Just like I told your mate. No killing humans while you’re in my territory. If you follow that rule then you have nothing to worry about from me.”

  “Ahh, look, man. Samuel, not to be rude, but what are you exactly? You don’t smell or look like anything I’ve come across before.”

  Demona slapped his back for the little slip.

  “No worries. I’m one of the last of my clan. I’m a mongoose shifter. We’re the snake’s natural enemy.”

  Sebastian nodded. He had heard of the shifters, but had never met one. “Well, thank you again for saving me and taking care of Demona. That means a lot to me. If there’s anything that I can do for you, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

  A gleam came into his eyes. “There is one thing you can do for me.”

  “Name it.”

  “I need a new star for my movie. My last one quit on me this morning.”

  Sebastian threw up his hands. “Look, man. I’m happy to kill off a rival gang for you or eat some pesky human, but I’m not about to star in one of your movies.”

  Samuel threw back his head and laughed. “What? You? Oh no, big boy. I was talking about your mate. She would be perfect. Of course, it would be up to both of you. I only do girl on girl films. You would be in the room, of course. If you want to participate then go right ahead. If that’s a problem I can certainly get someone else, but it would really help me out.”

  Sebastian glanced at his mate. Her expression was one of utter surprise. He didn’t object to a little girl on girl action. Maybe this guy isn’t so bad after all. “It’s up to you, Pookie. I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” He flashed her a wide smile, wondering what she would say.

  Chapter Eight

  She couldn’t believe him! He was giving her the choice to get into bed with another woman. The man whose children she was going to have was allowing her to have sex with another woman, even if it was for the camera. Here was her mate who grumbled every time she looked at another man, human or otherwise, and made some comment about him. Normally it was because he was scrumptious enough to eat. She didn’t care about fucking everything on two legs. How dare he!

  She swallowed the growing urge to growl at him back down into her chest. It wouldn’t do any good. Already a dumb smile was tilting up his lips. He was picturing her with another woman and getting off on it. Two can play at this game. She met his gaze and gave him a wider smile.

  “Why sure, Samuel. That would be fine. How long would you be needing me for?”

  The drag queen smiled. “Just a week at the most. The film won’t take that long to complete. I was almost halfway done when Genevieve quit. She called me up this morning telling me she was running off with some vampire that she met. I can’t stand those fanged assholes. They think they rule the world because they’re so glamorous, living forever and all that. Who gives a rat’s ass?”

  “My thoughts exactly,” her mate commented.

  Demona grinned and dug into the bag. She pulled out a pair of jeans and threw them at him. He stuck his tongue out at her. She tugged on the tank top Samuel had gotten for her and then the pants. They were a little big, but that was fine. She would grow into them eventually. “Thanks for the clothes and everything. Are there any places around here to eat? I’m starving.”

  “Oh yeah. Two blocks down you’ll find whatever fast food, Chinese, Italian digs you want. Just go out through the back. I leave it open. No one knows about it. Shit, sweets. I gotta go. You and lover wolf over there have some fun. I’ll be back soon and then we can start shooting some scenes. You’re going to love Candy. She’s a real doll. Just your type, too, I think. Sweet to look at and good enough to eat. Ta for now.” Their host turned on his heel and sashayed out of the apartment. Demona wasn’t sure what to make of Samuel dressed up in drag, but there were definitely many layers to the mongoose. Once he left, she turned to her mate and slapped him across the face.

  “Ow! What the fuck was that for?”

  She was glad the impression of her hand stayed on his cheek for more than a few minutes. She stood up and began pacing.

  “What the fuck was that for? Are you kidding! Are you auctioning me off? When did I become your plaything? Just because he helped us doesn’t mean you can all of a sudden become my pimp. Do you seriously want me to fuck some other chick?” She hit him again. Fury rode down her backbone. Her muscles began to pull and her spine snapped. She clenched her fists to regain control. The wolf would not get the better of her.

  “Love. Mate of my heart, I did not pimp you out. The man saved my life. He’s putting us up. We have to pay him back. He offered a way. I took it. I didn’t see you objecting.”

  “Consider this my objection. And no more sex for you. From now on the well is dry. Now take me out so I can get some food. Your babies are hungry!”

  Sebastian pouted, but she didn’t care. He had to realize how pissed she truly was. All she really wanted to do was stretch out on four legs and feel the earth underneath her feet. Now she couldn’t do that. She had to stay in the city for a week or more waiting around for Samuel to tell her when she could go all because she had to make some girl on girl porn movie. Probably with a human. Her name may be Candy, but I doubt she’s good enough to eat. Argh!

  “So what do you want to eat? Samuel said there were all different kinds of restaurants only a couple of blocks from here. You know what we haven’t had in a long time is some Greek food. How about that? You loved their baklava.”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. Look, I really don’t want to talk about it. I just want to get out of here.” She walked out toward the back where she caught a whiff of fresh air and found the door easily. There wasn’t even a lock on it. Why would he keep this space unlocked when he has all this high tech equipment inside? Anyone could walk right in here and take or do whatever they wanted. Maybe he just doesn’t care.

  “Whatever. Let’s just get out of here. Samuel might be a nice drag queen, and he saved your life, but something about him gives me the creeps.”

  Her mate wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her into him. The steady beat of his heart calmed her a little bit, but she wasn’t going to admit that. She was still pissed at him for pimping her out. He nipped the side of her neck and nuzzled her ear. He licked the expanse of her throat in one long motion. She couldn’t help but shiver. The small touch made her wet again with desire for him. But she wasn’t going to give in to him. He was not going to make up for what he had done so easily and get back inside of her pants. It didn’t work that way. She shrugged him off. “Don’t think that your sweet sentiments will get you anywhere near my pussy. You are blocked from here on out. Is that understood?”

  Sebastian growled. She raked her claws through her braids and opened the door to go outside. The sweet sounds of the urban jungle hit her. The scents of car exhaust, humanity, and ozone came to her nose easily. She tilted her head to the breeze. The numerous perfumes of all different kinds of food washed over her. They weren’t far away. Samuel was right. Her stomach growled again. The two buckets of chicken she had eaten only a few hours earlier had already gone through her system. She needed something more substantial. She needed a linebacker or wrestler. Someone with meat on their bones. She didn’t need human processed food. She craved a red-blooded, meaty, down home All-American boy who didn’t know any better.

  She vaulted over the steps and landed on all fours on the pavement. She began stalking the shadows, leaving her mate behind. Her babies needed food and, no matter what it was, she was going to get it for them.

  Chapter Nine

  Sebastian landed right next to Demona on the pavement. The neighborhood around them was bursting with humanity. By
God, it felt good to be alive. But, he was pissed at Demona for not accepting the payback that Samuel had offered. But he didn’t want to be indebted to the mongoose for the next century or so. He hated having debts hanging over his head.

  And he didn’t understand why Demona wouldn’t want to have a little girl on girl action. They had discussed it in the past. Granted, she was jealous if he looked at another woman, and he hated when she commented on other men no matter how tasty they might be. She had to understand it was every man’s fantasy, human or nonhuman, to see their mate with another woman. The way their bodies would rub together. Their bouncing breasts doing so many other things to one another that he couldn’t even bring himself to think of them all. He could hardly picture his mate with another woman. Now, with just the barest imagining, he’d managed to give himself a hard on to rival all the others he had ever had. One little week out of their long existence was not going to hurt her. And the memories they would be able to share of the experience would be wondrous.

  But no! She had to start bitching about it and calling him a pimp.