Claimed by the Wolf

by Charlene Teglia

  “Thought that was the idea.” Sybil said, trying for a light tone.

  “It is.” He sent his hand lower, closed his thumb and forefinger over her distended nipple. The pressure made, her womb clench He felt it and sent his cock deeper into her in response

  “So we're done?” She didn’t want to be done. After the way he'd taken her, she might never want to be done.

  “No” He released her nipple and reached down to cup his hand above her mound, his fingertips brushing the place where their bodies joined. “After a day and a night we'll be done.” He searched out her clit, stroked it. “Until then, your, body is mine to use, and I intend to use it hard.”

  She sucked in a breath at the exquisite sensations he aroused and the heated intent in his voice.

  “Use me,” she invited.

  “Do you think you can stand?”

  Sybil blinked. “Uh, yes. Why?”

  Kenric pulled out of her, the suddenness of it leaving her empty and stunned, “I want you bent over that wall.” He indicated a ledge on the far side of the small room.

  Sybil managed to get her feet under herself and stood. Then she made her way to the spot he'd chosen. The rock formed a natural shelf at a convenient height. If she stood with her legs shoulder width apart and bent forward from the waist, it would support her fairly comfortably.

  “Like this?” She asked the question over her shoulder, and drew in her breath sharply when she realized he was right behind her.

  “Exactly like that.”

  Her eyes dropped to his midsection. His cock jutted toward her, heavily engorged, thick and ready. Her sex clenched in greedy anticipation.

  “Bend lower,” Kenric instructed. She wiggled her feet a little further apart and leaned into position. “Lower. Arch your back until I can see your pink pussy.”

  The graphic words made her brows rise. They also made her hot. She displayed herself to him and felt her breath come faster as he stood in silence behind her, knowing where his eyes were resting.

  “Is this what I'm offered?” She felt his finger push into her slick flesh.

  “Yes.” Her voice was as uneven as her breathing.

  “Soft and ready.” He sent a second finger to join the first, twisting them inside her.

  Then he withdrew. She felt him guide the head of his cock to her opening, aligning himself, preparing to thrust deep. She waited, anticipation coiling tight as the seconds dragged out. Then he plunged into her, hard and fast. The fit was no less snug the second time, but her body had, had bad a chance to become accustomed to his and she was able to take him without a slow entry.

  “I won't take it easy on you this time,” she heard him say. Her pulse leaped in response.

  Kenric looked at the narrow back below him, the rounded hips and the soft swells of bare buttock that cushioned his thrusts. The witch looked far too fragile, slender and fine-boned, pale as porcelain. She couldn't fight, she couldn't run, and yet the power to undo worlds lay within her. He looked higher, taking in the vulnerable curve of her neck that he longed to rake with his teeth and the tousled curls that tempted his fingers unreasonably.

  Well, why not? She was his. He suited action to impulse, threading one hand into her hair and making a fist, not quite pulling at the roots but getting her attention. He bent over her, covering the column of her spine with his torso, setting the edge of his teeth against that sensitive skin, nipping sharply.

  She responded with an inarticulate groan, arching under him, the lightening clasp of her flesh around his shaft a clear sign that his rough play excited her.

  Not too rough, though. He gauged her capacity and worked her body with measured skill. She could take so much pressure here, find just that much pleasurable there before it crossed a line. At least one of their number would take her across those lines. Knowing that drove him to push her to the limit. By the end of her time with him, she would learn to go further. It might prepare her for the unique pleasure she'd find in Ronan's punishment.

  “Witch,” he muttered in a voice thick with lust and old anger at her kind. He didn't want to want her. Why did his flesh form the knot inside her, as if mating?

  “Wolf,” she countered, panting. “Kiss me.”

  Kiss her. He’d made that mistake at the pool, claiming her mouth. She'd turned the tables and nearly seduced him. The memory of her body gliding along his, her face soft and flushed and dreamy, made his cock harden further.

  Witches were dangerous. He couldn't forget that no matter how much his body craved more of hers. But he'd keep her at a safe distance while taking what she offered so willingly.

  “Kenric” Sybil sighed, the silky clasp of her sheath tightening around his invading cock. The sound of his name, spoken in her passion-drugged voice, pleased him. Their position pleased him even more. She was submissive to him, acknowledging his superior strength. Knot or no knot, he was in control, He would make her come when he chose, as often as he chose.

  She rocked her hips to welcome his strokes, gripped him with rippling inner muscles that told him how close she was to going over the edge again He growled against the base, of her neck, nipping down firmly on her skin but taking care not to break the surface, and took her with measured force.

  When he'd pushed her to come for him twice, he raised her torso up by tugging at her scalp until she followed his direction. That allowed his hands ready access to the naked curves of her breasts.

  “Small,” he said, knowing the word would goad her as he sent his thumbs over the stiff points of her nipples.

  She didn't answer, rolling her head back against the curve of his shoulder, baring her throat in an unconsciously submissive posture that made his cock jerk in eagerness.

  Her lids were lowered, so thin they seemed almost translucent, the brown silk of her lashes laying against her pale skin.

  “Is this all you have to offer?” He palmed her breasts roughly, squeezed with deliberate crudity as if testing her for ripeness and finding her lacking.

  That scored more of a reaction than he expected. He felt flash just below the surface of her skin an instant before her eyes flew open, lips parting in a gasp as she went rigid.

  She burned his hands, writhing as she fought to control the demonic power her flesh seemed too fragile to contain.

  “I have you,” he ground out, holding her fast.

  Her breath came faster, nearly a sub, but she nodded and pressed closer to him.

  “Think of me. Only me,” he ordered. He ran his hands over her breasts, down her belly, teased the silky curls at the apex of her thighs, and then sought out the sensitive bud of flesh that hid beneath its protective hood. She needed to focus, and release the heat inside her, “Open your legs wider.”

  She did, moving restlessly as waves of fever rose from her bare skin, He scored the curve of her neck with the edge of his teeth, then traced the line with his tongue. Then he pushed her down again until her breasts lay against cool rook and her butt rose up, deepening the angle of his penetration.

  He look her with animalistic hunger, knew she'd locked onto the escape valve he provided when her skin paled again. She responded to the driving force of his cock tunneling into her tight flesh with eager welcome, crying out as his head found the opening to her womb, squirming as her body tightened in building pleasure.

  He felt his balls contract, took her harder, faster, and gave himself up to the primitive satisfaction of spending himself in her depths.

  Afterward, he felt the knot release and withdrew. She didn't move, didn't make a sound. Kenric slapped her bare ass with an open palm.

  “Get up.”

  “Can't.”

  “No stamina.”

  “Kids today.” Her lips curved in a satisfied half-smile, agreeing with him while she mocked him.

  “Get up.” He ran his palm over the inviting curve of her butt. “Unless you want me to use this.”

  She stirred and then stilled. “Can't stop you.”

  She really couldn'
t move? He worked his hands under her until he could lift her upright. “Lazy witch.”

  “If you want me to have more energy in bed, don't make me race you first.” She ended the suggestion with a yawn.

  Kenric bent and put his shoulder into her midsection, draping her over his torso with her bare ass pointed skyward. She sagged bonelessly in his hold, proof of either utter exhaustion or deep trust. The prospect of either made him frown.

  He deposited her into the nest of furs that made up his bed with a lack of ceremony that should have roused her to complain. Instead, she made a contented sound and curled into a ball. Her breathing deepened almost instantly.

  Kenric prodded her side with his foot. “Did I give you permission to sleep?”

  She struggled to raise her lids and made it halfway, “Don't make me want to hit you. It'll just frustrate me because I don't have the energy after that.”

  He joined her, settled himself on his back, and then pulled her slender body to rest atop his. His arms secured her in position. “Sleep there.”

  “Um,” she agreed, snuggling close as if she never wanted to he anywhere else.

  Her curls tickled his chin. The silken expanse of her skin felt exotic against his, the softness of her breasts a reminder of her femininity. The distinctive scent of woman filled His nostrils, mingled with the sharp tang of magic and the subtle fragrance of herbs. Witch.

  He drew a fur over them, tucking it around her to ward off any possibility of a chill.

  Now that the dangerous surge of heat had left her, her body felt too cool.

  She rubbed her check against his chest. “Kenric,” she murmured.

  He ran an idle hand over her curls in response. She breathed out and he felt her body go limp as sleep took her. His hand remained where it was, cupping the back of her head.

  He was still awake, listening to the rhythm of her breathing, when it hitched, then sped up. Heat flared from her skin.

  “Witch.” Kenric said gruffly, weaving his fingers into her hair to tug at her scalp.

  She didn’t wake. Her skin felt scalding against his. “Sybil.” He said her name louder.

  She stirred, made a soft sound of distress, but slept on.

  The heat intensified. How broad a temperature range could the human frame endure? Kenric thought it was narrow difference. Was the demonic power inside her trying to get free by destroying its prison of flesh?

  “Sybil.” He said it in a tone of harsh command. Her lashes fluttered weakly. “Wake.

  Fight.”

  Her head moved, and he saw her bite down on her lower lip as if resisting the compulsion to give voice to a spell. Was she losing the inner battle? Sudden fear for her made him move fast. He pulled her body up his, felt her thighs fall to either side of his hips, drew her back down until his cock aligned with her opening. Then he held her firmly in white he thrust up, impaling her with his rigid shaft.

  She curled into him, clung, and rocked with the rhythm he established Taking him, giving herself, channeling the roiling power inside her that strove to find expression into motion. She rode him to an urgent climax, then transitioned to a slower, steady pace he found exquisite. Her buttocks flexed under his hands as her pelvis tilted to take him deep into her welcoming core, angled back as he partially withdrew, tilted again to maximize penetration.

  He rubbed his chin against the top of her head, dug his fingers into the soft, giving flesh of her ass, pulled her hips into his as he surged inside her slick, silken sheath. He let one hand move lower, stroking her buttocks, tracing the valley between, searching out the puckered opening there. He stroked the sensitive region with fingertips. She squirmed in response, wiggling her ass as he caressed her anus.

  “You like having your pussy full of thick, hard cock,” he murmured. “How do you like taking one here?”

  She stilled. “I don't know. I've never tried it.”

  Kenric pressed the pad of his fingertip against her right opening. “How does that feel?”

  “Good.” The surprised arousal in her voice made him want to smile.

  At least one other of their number would enter her there while two or more were sharing her. It would be easier for her if he began to prepare her now.

  As if she'd picked up Kadar's trick for mind-reading, she asked, “Will any of the others want that?”

  “Yes.”

  She swallowed. “Oh.” She raised her head to look at him, her blue eyes wide and serious. “I don’t know about The rest, but I got a good look at Kadar's equipment. I'm not sure that’s going to work.”

  He imagined her on her knees, ass upturned, cheeks parted, rosy aperture stretching as the shaft of a penis pushed inside. Imagined himself filling her sex, feeling her wrapped even more tightly around his cock as she was stretched to the limit to accommodate two lovers. Being shared so intimately would take her to new heights. If he thought she'd be ready to accept it now, he would invite another to join them, “It's easier with practice.”

  Sybil regarded” him in silence, the stretched her torso along his again, “I like the way your hand feels-there.”

  Kenric continued to push lightly against the tight opening with the pad of his finger as he thrust into her sheath. Gradually he increased the pressure until she'd taken the tip of his finger. Then he began to work her delicate tissues with tiny, shallow movements. He heard her breathing quicken, felt her sex grow slicker, then felt the ripple other inner muscles gripping his shaft tighter that signaled approaching orgasm.

  His own wasn't far off. He thrust harder between her legs. His finger drove deeper into her ass. She began to moan and make urgent, restless movements that made him ache to come inside her Knowing she could take more at the edge of release he increased the speed and pressure of his finger. The way she welcomed the twin invasion of his hand and cork brought him abruptly to the brink. He began to spill himself into her tight, welcoming heat while she cried out and came with him.

  Afterward, she sprawled on his chest, panting. He liked the fact that the intensity of his response left her spent. Liked having her body still twice penetrated by his. Most of all, he found a perverse pleasure in knowing that for the moment she was his alone.

  Sybil woke up alone. She rolled over, grimaced as muscles lodged loud complaints, and sat up. Sitting up felt a little awkward. She remembered Kenric's finger thrusting in and out of her anus while she rode him, and blushed. That had been interesting, not unpleasant and if it made it a little hard to sit down the next day, it meant she needed a lot more practice. Kenric had been clear about what the others would expect of her.

  She swallowed hard, thinking about that. Her twenty-four hours wasn't up yet, but it had to be day now. Tonight, she'd be in another man's bed. Or cave. Or cage. Goddess only knew what waited for her. In the meantime, she was the sexual property of a wolf who might appear, hungry For more, at any moment.

  That thought galvanized her to action. She got to her feet and made her way out, The sight of the meadow under a distant sun seemed no less mysterious than the light of twin moons. The colors looked more vivid, richer, the textures more distinct by day.

  The blossoms and vines weren't like any she'd ever seen before. In the distance, she thought she heard the sound of a river and it didn’t seem impossible that it emptied into an other worldly sea.

  She walked barefoot through velvet grass and spongy moss until her soles gripped cool stone again. The pool wasn't hard to find, now that she knew where to look. The dim light of the cavern was the same by day or night, making it impossible to measure time For that matter, the position of the sun in the meadow didn't necessarily correspond to the one outside. She might have hours remaining to dally with a wolf in man form. Or not.

  Sybil ducked under the water, washed herself as well as she could with her hands, then swam around to stretch stiff muscles.

  “Good,” Kenric said, startling her. “Swimming is excellent conditioning.”

  She stood up, which put the water level just b
elow her breasts, Her nipples tightened from the contrast between warm water and cool air. “Glad you approve.”

  “It's a beginning.” He gestured for her to come closer. She did, wondering if he'd greet her with a kiss, throw her to the ground and thrust inside her with no preliminaries, or drag her out to make her run for him again while he critiqued her form.

  All options seemed equally likely.

  Instead, he surprised her with none of the above.

  “It's time we began your training.”

  Seven

  “My what?” Sybil stared at Kenric. Images of him in drill sergeant uniform filled her mind. “I was kidding about being a lousy new recruit you had to whip in shape.”

  “I wasn’t.” He made a come-here gesture.

  She waded out, feeling the water resistance dragging at her muscles. “I don’t think I’m in shape for this.”

  “You said you wanted to reach your potential.” Kenric steeped back and watched her, his golden eyes unreadable. “Me and my big mouth.”

  “Let’s begin with what you do know,” Kenric went on as if she hadn’t spoke.

  “I know theory. It’s practical application I’m short on. I was only taught the most rudimentary spells. Things like consecrating objects, cleansing, casting circles.” And now she was a living repository for a whole catalog of spells she didn’t dare use. Irony.

  “Spells exist to raise power and focus it. Raising power you do without effort. Now you will learn to draw it as you will and focus it to your intent.”

  “And the mark helps with this?” Sybil asked, feeling hopeful.

  “It helps you gain control, so you direct the power rather than being directed by it.”

  She hummed the Mission Impossible theme as he proceeded to drill her on focusing and aiming magical energy.

  “Use the mark,” he said in an even, patient tone, adjusting her stance and the position of her hands. He stood just behind her, his touch light and impersonal. “Draw power.”

  She tried to will that surge of heat to the surface. The effort made her tremble.

  “Again. Don't strain.”