by Lynn Red
“Oh, these old ledgers? I broke into the town’s bank records and fished them up. Figure if everyone already thinks I’m a crook that I may as well put some of my less well-known skills to work.”
Erik grinned. “You’re a computer criminal? Who would ever have guessed?”
“Actually,” I said, “my old hobby is putting stupid passwords into computers until things open up. Maybe a good idea to change the town’s e-banking account password to something other than ‘password’? You know that, like, everyone does that, right?”
“I, uh, I didn’t set that.” Erik laughed nervously. “Must’ve been Duggan. Anyway,” he said changing the subject quickly. “What’s the point of all this? What are you trying to find?”
Grabbing a handful of papers, I turned back around, and gasped when I felt a hand on my back and then smelled the vague spice of day-old cologne mixed with Erik’s naturally rough, hard, leather aroma. I let out a little breath, and he pulled me close, driving my lips apart with his and swirling his tongue against mine.
“I needed this so badly,” he groaned, tasting me. “You have no idea.”
Another kiss, harder, more eager than the first, and then Erik pushed under my shirt. As Erik’s rough fingertips made a slow track up my back, my nipples pricked to life, excited by the promise of his hands on my bare skin.
“Wait a minute,” I breathed. “Erik, no, we can’t do this. We’ve got to—”
“We’re not going to do anything at all if I can’t concentrate.”
The hands on my back pushed my shirt up until it was bunched under my breasts. He was tugging, pulling, and all the while, kissing my neck. Erik’s hard stubble brushing my skin sent little charges down my stomach and between my legs.
“What about the addiction thing?” I asked. I tried to concentrate on my knees not buckling as one of his hands danced down my front. He cupped his palm under my sex, massaging me through my khakis. “You can’t keep away from me and that’s what you’re scared about right? That you’re hooked on me or... or... oh God Erik, that feels so good.”
The pulses of his fingers against me were quickly becoming too much. Taking a breath, I moved backwards until I felt my desk against my ass and let it take some of my weight.
“I don’t care,” he said, pulling my shirt over my head and ripping his open.
Buttons clattered to the floor and before I knew it, his heat was against my chest, his thickness between my legs, pulsing against my sweetest parts.
“Nothing matters,” he said. “Fuck the town, to hell with everything else. All I want – all I need – is right here.”
His voice had taken on that naughty, husky sound he gets when he’s really ratcheted up and almost out of control. Before he could rip this bra like he had the last one – I was running out – I unhooked it and spread my legs around his waist, almost giggling with pleasure when I felt him against me.
“We can’t do this all day,” I said. “We can’t... oh... oh my God, Erik! You’re not the only one who needed this.”
He snorted a laugh and pushed himself against me. The hard roughness of his jeans stung a little at first, but that quickly melted away into helpless, wonderful pleasure that coursed through every inch of my body. Erik ran his free hand up my back and grabbed a handful of ponytail, then yanked it backwards to bare my neck to his mouth.
Erik gave me one hard suck behind the ear, then another under my tilted-back chin. I grabbed Erik’s shoulders to keep from falling back.
“I want you so bad,” I whispered. “I have since I left your... your place when...”
I was interrupted by another jolt of electric pleasure from Erik’s tongue. He slid it in a slow path along my jaw from my chin to my ear, where he pulled my earlobe in his mouth and nibbled softly.
He swelled between my legs, teasing me with his size. In short, hard strokes, he ran himself against me until I couldn’t handle anymore.
“Let me... let me help you,” I said, reaching down and undoing the first button on his fly. The pressure he put on his own jeans made the rest a little harder to manage, but when I got so angry desperate that I just yanked, they all fell open. “Oh! Oh yes!”
Sliding my hand inside his pants, I relished the heat filling my palm. Even through stretched-tight boxer briefs, his skin burned, and as I stroked, he grew and grew until I thought he was going to rip his own underwear apart.
When next he nipped my shoulder, then my neck, his teeth were a little sharper, more lupine.
“I love it when you want me so bad you start shifting,” I said with a soft moan. “I can’t believe we’re doing this here, what if someone comes in?”
“Who cares?” Erik said in a thirsty, ragged voice. “We’re all animals, aren’t we? Why not act like it every now and then?”
Sometimes Erik said things that didn’t make much sense. But then other times – like right then – what he said was perfect.
The way his callused fingertips dragged over my skin was almost sublime, but when he massaged one of my breasts just in time to start kissing down the front of my neck and then took my nipple in his mouth, I was gone.
It was all I could do to prop myself up on my hands, but even that almost failed me when he thrust himself harder against my sex. Even with two layers of fabric separating us, Erik’s cock between my legs got me groaning.
“How do you do this?” I asked as my eyes rolled back in my head and my whole body seemed to drink him. Every inch of me, every fiber of my trembling being was ready for Erik to take me and make me his.
“Don’t make me wait,” I whispered. “I don’t think I can. If you keep this up, you’re going to have to take care of yourself.”
“I love your body,” he whispered, “I love the way you move, the little noises you make. I can’t get enough of you, never could.”
With a quick adjustment, Erik pulled his hand away from my sex and slid it under the small of my back, supporting me as I turned to heated-up gelatin. He curled his fingers against my bare skin and kneaded harder, sliding his tongue in a slow circle around my nipple before nibbling, then taking it fully into his mouth and sucking.
“Oh! Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Harder, suck it harder. Hurt me so good, Erik, make me hurt, please.” My voice had gone from assertive to hollow. Pleasure buffeted me from head to toe, making my muscles clench and my breath come in hard, ragged bursts.
“Lie back,” he said. “You’re so damn wiggly I can’t keep you from falling over.” I smiled as he laughed softly, and eased me gently to the desk, shoving all the papers out of the way, and onto the floor. “Just relax.”
Those words warmed the inside of my head just like Erik was doing my body. He gave me a gentle touch of his tongue around my nipple in an outwardly-spiraling circle that almost took my breath away.
“You’re so perfect,” he moaned softly. “All these curves, these eyes, your lips...” He punctuated that with a kiss that drive my head backward into the desk with passion. “I don’t care about an addiction, or anything else. When love is real, you’re supposed to be addicted, right? May as well have it be a physical one.”
Dragging his increasingly fang-like teeth down my stomach, Erik grabbed the waist of my panties between his teeth and pulled them away from my skin, inhaling deeply. “Love... your smell,” he said. “Love your... your taste.”
“Don’t rip those,” I said with a grin as I ran my fingers through his beautiful black hair. “Those panties I mean, they’re expensive.”
Grinning, he pulled them over the curve of my ass, lifting me off the desk effortlessly. He kissed right below my navel, then an inch lower, then over top of the cotton that still covered my sex.
Each press of his lips, each gentle suck that preceded the kisses, had me swooning.
“Does this feel good?” he whispered. “Do you like me licking you? I could do this for hours.”
The heat of his tongue wet me from the inside out.
By the time he finally moved my panties and his tongue to
uched my bare skin, I was ready to give up myself, my house, my car, and my dog if it would keep him going. All he needed to do was say so and I’d chain myself to a table or get a job at the local video store. It didn’t matter. The only important thing in the entire world right then was what was happening between us.
“Taste so perfect,” he whispered as his tongue went between my folds, down then up. “So beautiful, so...”
I heard the sound of skin on skin and knew he was giving himself what he insisted I didn’t need to give. Erik’s tongue paused on my aching button where he focused for a moment, flicking his tongue.
“I’ve never,” I stopped to catch my breath, “never felt anything like this before. I thought you’d done everything to me, why is it so much different this time?”
I grabbed Erik’s head and thrust my hips desperately upward, grinding his teeth and his tongue into me.
“Because,” he said, pulling a way for a split second. “This is the first time we’ve gone more than a day without giving in, without feeling each other. Maybe we should do this sometimes, just for fun?”
I didn’t bother replying. Erik drove his tongue home and joined it with a finger that he curled hard against the front of me, against a place so sweet and wonderful that it made my scalp quiver.
A moan escaped my lips and I rolled my head from side to side, biting my tongue.
“Shh!” Erik said, clamping a hand over my mouth. “I think I heard someone.”
Sure enough, when we fell silent for a moment, there were footsteps – halting, sharp footsteps – outside the door. They seemed to stop.
“Let’s play a game,” he whispered into my ear.
I shook my head, already knowing what he was going to do to me. “No, no, what if they hear?”
“Whoever it is will only hear if you scream,” he said.
Crouching back down between my knees, a slow, hot lick went from the bottom of me to the top and I bit down hard on my lip to keep from squealing.
Patient, consciously slow breaths helped a little, but when two fingers went in and spread out in slow, teasing figure eights, I could hardly stand it.
“F...fuck me, Erik,” I moaned. “Put it in, please, please, please put it in.”
“Do you think you can handle that? I mean, if I put this big, hard cock...” to punctuate, he slid his tip along my sex and threatened my entrance. “What happens if you scream? You better not...”
I swallowed hard and let my mouth fall open. “Please,” I begged again. “I need you so bad. I can’t handle this anymore. I won’t scream, I’ll be good, I promise.”
The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes and concentrated every ounce of effort I had was Erik’s little half-grin. “We’ll see,” he said.
The tip of his cock pushed into me, just past my folds, and I immediately felt myself quiver in his arms. I let out a tiny yelp, and an instant later, Erik closed his mouth over mine, pulling the breath out of me and tasting my tongue.
Deeper he went, slowly, gently, until every inch of him was within. I stretched around him, as the muscles inside squeezed Erik in milking waves.
“Nothing in the whole world feels as good as you,” he said, sliding out then back in just when I started to miss him. “If I make you mine forever, if I mark you, will that make you happy?”
He drove hard, and clamped his hand over my mouth just in time to squelch my surprised and pleasured squeal that would surely have got us caught. He grinned. “Harder than you thought, huh?”
Biting my lip, I gave him a guilty, satisfied smile. “Do you mean it? About marking me? You really want that?”
I don’t know why, but even with his moving into me and out, over and over, slow and deep and hard, I was about to cry.
“More than anything,” he said. “I want you by my side. You’re my mate, Izzy, and no one can take that from us, no matter the politics or the worries or anything else.”
He thrust home, driving himself all the way to the deepest parts of my sex and pushed a groan out of me. Another kiss sucked the sound out of my mouth and two rough, hungry hands grabbed my hips.
“Are you ready?” he said. “You better be, because I can’t hold off much longer.”
“Ready for what?”
“To be marked,” he pushed up, driving his hips and his heat against me. I was so tight, so achingly tight, that I felt every curve of him, every line, inside me. As he spoke, the tiny muscles between my legs started twitching and clenching.
“I can’t either,” I gasped, then bit my lip between my teeth. “But... but what will be different?”
Erik lowered his head and kissed my belly, taking a breath. When he looked back up, he was different. Very, very different.
The most I’d seen him was half-changed, at least when we were together like this. Before my eyes, his face elongated into a lupine snout that only vaguely retained his human features. His yellow eyes grew rounder, brighter, and his muscles swelled.
His muscles weren’t the only thing swelling, either. Somehow, he grew inside me until I felt like he was going to tear me apart.
“Hold... on...” he said in halting, almost pained words.
Throwing back his head, a shaggy, thick coat sprouted from Erik’s growing muscles. He hunched forward, breathing hard, and slammed his huge girth all the way in.
I shuddered, I trembled, but I didn’t make a sound.
“That’s it,” he growled. “That’s it... not long now, not long...”
With his head tilted back, all the cords in Erik’s neck were hard and taut. The muscles in his chest flexed, and he gripped my hips, keeping me right against his body as he filled me with his heat.
“I... I can’t...” I gasped, rolling my head from side to side, trying to keep from screaming.
“Let go,” he whispered. “Just let go, Izzy.” His voice was gravelly and thick, but it was still his voice. And the more I looked at him, the more I recognized Erik’s face as Erik.
Something swelled inside me, bigger and bigger, and then all at once, he drove as deep as he could go, and began to tremble.
“When this happens, we’ll be joined forever,” he said.
“Is that what you want?” I touched his face, then his chest, before letting my hands slide down his body and my fingers draped over either side of his cock. “Is this really what you want? I’ll understand if it’s too complicated or...”
His answer was to cover my mouth again and slam in one last time. Straining, I felt him swell and tremble. All the tension inside me seemed to melt away at once. Waves of hot, cold, hot radiated out from my core. My scalp tingled, my nipples went stiff and hard, and my aching sex squeezed for all it could.
He took a deep breath and held me fast.
“It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” he whispered. “All I want... is you.”
When Erik erupted, I felt him from head to toe. Every fiber of me squeezed, relaxed, breathed and drank him in. He stiffened and lowered his head just in time to muffle my pleasured cry with his mouth.
What couldn’t have been more than a few seconds felt like an eternity of him swelling in me, pumping, and my body quivering, convulsing.
And then, slowly, my breathing started to go back to normal.
My pulse descended from the peak seconds before.
But something was different. Something was... just different.
“Feel that?” Erik said. “Feel me holding us together?”
That was it. Inside me, we were held together physically. “Yeah,” I said. “It’s unbelievable but...”
“What is it?” he smiled. “I didn’t know it was possible, but that’s... that’s what happens when we bind ourselves to our mates. I don’t want to lose you again, Izzy.”
I touched his cheeks.
The footsteps outside the door approached then continued down the hall.
“Security guard,” Erik said. “I might’ve played it up for fun.”
A wave of something like anger mixed with
fear mixed with overwhelming happiness slammed full into my chest. “You... you’re serious? You just did what I think you did?”
Erik shrugged. “If I thought you’d be so upset about the security guy I—”
“You know what I’m talking about,” I said.
The ball inside me loosened slightly. I thought maybe I could have pulled away, if I wanted.
If I wanted. Squeezing my heels into Erik’s muscled ass, I gripped him to me.
Looking down at me, Erik’s face shrank back to normal, and a few seconds later all the hair was gone and he was himself again. For a long moment we just stared at each other, each watching the other one breath.
Somehow, I felt his pulse beating inside me. I felt his breath in my chest. It was like we were two bodies with one soul shared between us.
“What am I feeling?” I asked. “It’s like... I don’t know, it’s like I have more senses than I had before. Which makes no sense. So to speak.”
“You’re my mate,” he said. “This bulge holding us together,” he took a breath. “It’s... this is it, you’re mine and I’m yours. I did it. I really did it.”
He looked like he was about to collapse. Suddenly, Erik’s arms went wobbly and he bent his elbows, falling heavily onto me, pinning me between his heft and the top of the desk.
“Are you okay?” I said.
When he lifted his head, I had my answer.
“Never been better in my life,” he said. His voice was sleepy, almost tipsy. “But I don’t think we have much time to lie around and be lovey.”
“Huh?”
“Meeting,” he groaned, pushing off the desk and taking his wonderful heft away. “Only got... an hour? Hour and a half? And if I’m going to be Captain Brazen about having a pureblood human as a mate, I’m going to have to make some choices.”
“Like what?” I asked, taking the hand Erik extended and hopping to the floor. My thighs still burned with his friction, the inside of me wanted him again already, which made me smile inwardly. “About Atlas?”
Erik shook his head. “No,” he said. “I’ve got to resign.”
“What?” I almost shouted. “You can’t be serious. You’re the best leader this town’s had in a hundred years and you’re just going to give up?”