Can't Touch This

by J. Hali Steele

She whimpered at the idea of him licking and teasing her buds while pinched in clamps. Should she show him the pair in her nightstand that she experimented with when pleasuring herself?

  “I’m going to make you feel so fucking much.”

  “Yes, oh yes.”

  He stood, swiveled and placed her in the center of her bed. “I didn’t say you could talk.” He grabbed her shorts from the floor and tore them into ribbons.

  This is really going to happen! Thinking back to the scene in The Moat, Harlow remembered Castle Briggs could have whomever he wanted and he didn’t need to take anything or anyone. Tonight he wanted her. Yet a small corner of Harlow’s mind remained fearful of what he could do to her. “Castle…”

  His hands stilled. “Harlow, you only have to say stop.” Calmness slipped from his pores and seemed to trickle into hers.

  “Don’t stop, I want this.”

  “Are you sure? Because I can leave.”

  “No!”

  “Lie on your belly.”

  Harlow acquiesced.

  He moved to the headboard. “Stretch your arms out and spread your legs.” She followed his directions, allowing him to tie her wrists and ankles to the four corners. Once done, Cass stood and looked at her. “Perfection.”

  He used his fingers to knead the cheeks of her behind until she wiggled her pelvis against the mattress. Wetness dripped from Harlow. Burying her face in a pillow, she groaned.

  “If you move your ass or look at me, I’ll spank you.”

  She struggled to hold still.

  He touched the insides of her thighs, swept fingers to her crotch, where he ran one through her folds. “Hot, so very hot and wet.”

  Afraid to turn her head and look at him, she buried her face deeper and trembled with delight. He slipped the tip of a finger into her pussy and she hiked her hips into the air.

  His hand connected sharply with bare skin and sent a shockwave of need to her core. “Don’t move.”

  When Castle’s damp fingers played over the warmth at the base of her spine, pressing her crotch into the mattress brought pleasure she’d only dreamed about. Castle continued to smack her ass and she couldn’t help pounding her hips up and down on the bed in a weak attempt to receive release. Harlow had never felt as naked as she did when his hands left her body.

  “Look at me.”

  She turned to see him fisting his cock and salivated when pearly drops pulsed slowly from the tiny slit. “Please.”

  “Shh, or you won’t get this.” Using his free hand, he swatted her again and then rubbed the area with his palm. Leaning over, he licked her butt cheek, kissed it softly. “Beautiful ass, darlin’.”

  When he reached back between her legs and sent a gentle swat to her labia, Harlow returned her face to the pillow but it did nothing to smother the moans resonating around the room as she again ground her pelvis against the bed, wishing it was harder. Tapping her nether lips over and over drew a small orgasm from her and she whimpered frantically, slamming her hips into the bed while he filled her pussy with one, then two fingers.

  “Aww, babe, you’re moving.” She could hear his hand still slipping up and down his cock as he continued to play between her legs. The wet sound made her crazy. “Does it feel good grinding against the mattress?”

  She nodded, afraid if she talked, he’d stop.

  “Look, Harlow.”

  Turning her head, Harlow watched him masturbate and it turned her on so much, she began another steady rhythm of banging against the mattress. Liquid eased from her as creamy drops continued to run over Castle’s fat crown, making her wish her hands were free and she could take his cock deep in her mouth to taste that part of him.

  “You like seeing cum drip from my dick? Want it in your mouth?” He swiped liquid from the tip. “Tell me.”

  “Yes.” He leaned down and ran wet fingers across her lips, coating them with semen. “Mmm,” she murmured.

  “You want my cock in your pussy you have to earn it.”

  “What do you want?” she cried.

  “Everything.”

  “Stop!” He moved so fast she barely had time to register what she’d said. He yanked the ribbons holding her wrists from the headboard and untied her feet. “I’m… I’m… No!” She didn’t want him to stop, but it was as if another person resided in her, made her shout out the word when he said “everything”. That one word triggered panic.

  Harlow didn’t want to give herself totally to any man ever again.

  He crawled on the bed and pulled her into his arms, snuggling her against his body. “It’s okay.”

  “Castle, everything is too much, I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”

  “Relax, darlin’.”

  Feeling bad he hadn’t achieved a full release, she mumbled, “You didn’t come.”

  “So?”

  “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

  “I want to give you pleasure, show you how fucking wonderful it can be.” He lifted Harlow’s chin so she could see his strange eyes. “Have you never satisfied your desires?”

  “I know what I want, yet…”

  “There’s plenty of time.” His fingers massaged and soothed her burning ass cheeks.

  She rested her head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. “Where do you go to let your werewolf out? Do you have to wait for a full moon?”

  “You’re not afraid of what I am?”

  “I’m more afraid of what I am.”

  “I take a lot of trips into the mountains. We all do.” Cass stroked her back and when he touched just above her butt, it soothed Harlow. “We can change anytime we want. When the moon’s full, we tend to be a little edgier, nothing more.”

  Leaving the base of her spine, he tweaked a nipple enough to elicit a squeal. “Ohh!” Relief washed over Harlow when he didn’t address her statement. Her ability to digest what he was and what they were doing was all she could handle at the moment.

  He chuckled. “I think I found your erogenous zone.”

  “Uh-uh.”

  “No?”

  “My neck.”

  He bent his head and touched her pulse with his tongue. “You taste good.”

  “Will you suck my blood?”

  “Jesus, you have a fucking thing for vampires or something?”

  “Yes. As a child I’d lie in the yard at night thinking a bat would swoop down and bite me so I could fly away.” Her words jolted another memory to the forefront of her mind and she smiled. “My mom called me her butterfly. She said someday someone would catch me in their net and clip my wings.” Her voice lowered. “It’s just one night, Cass.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “And then?” What was it she wanted to hear?

  “Maybe I’ll suck your blood next time.” He tweaked a nipple. “Maybe you won’t want a next time.”

  Is that what he thought? God, they hadn’t really done anything but why couldn’t she let him finish, let him show her how to enjoy submissiveness and pain? Harlow needed domination. It made her feel safe, protected. Right now she wanted his thickness deep in her mouth. “Can I suck your cock?”

  Chapter Three

  Castle had made up his mind to release her from the constraints of what society viewed as normal. He damn near laughed aloud remembering there was nothing normal about him and his life. He was a shifter who enjoyed Dom/sub relationships. He had never stayed long with one person and he surely never felt this much for anyone so damn quickly. What was it about Harlow?

  “You can do whatever you want to me as long as you like it.” He twisted her face to stare into her colorful eyes. “Your eyes fascinate me.”

  “Heterochromia or, as my Pennsylvania license states, dic.”

  “Dick?”

  “D. I. C. Short for dichromatic. Just another thing in my life making me feel as if I were a freak of nature.”

  “You’re not a freak, Harlow.” What jackass had planted that idea in her head? Probably some young fucker she dated who had
no idea what a jewel he held when he had Harlow. Making her understand what she desired was not only natural but also wonderful and beautiful wasn’t going to be easy.

  “You think you know me so well.” She pushed away and came to her knees. “What do I want right now?”

  “Dick.” Castle pushed her down between his legs and his hips bucked up when her tongue flicked the head of his penis. “Jesus.” The heat and moisture from her mouth surrounded his cock when she took him so deep, he felt the muscles in her throat constrict. “Shit, you do that well, darlin’.” When one hand grasped and twisted his nut sac, he growled and shoved hard into her mouth. Grabbing the back of her head, he coaxed her up and down his length, going as far as she allowed. Her tongue wrapped around his shaft, controlled what she took, and he loved how she groaned, sending tiny rumbles to his balls.

  Releasing him, she asked, “Can I do anything I want?”

  “Hell yes.” Cass paid little attention to the sound of the drawer opening beside him; all he thought about was getting every inch of penis back in her mouth. Harlow eased away and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Aww, honey, don’t stop.” Feeling a clamp lock onto one nut made him lean forward and look between his legs. Another snapped in place on his other ball. “Shit, you’re full of surprises.” She’d attached tiny electric clamps to his balls. When she hit the button, a surge of energy made him cry, “Goddamn!”

  Her mouth covered him again and he jammed as much prick in her throat as he could without choking her. Gripping her thick hair, he again helped her plunge up and down his shaft, and each time she came up, he felt an electric arc stab his nuts. “Fuckkkk me!” Her finger played with the control, sending a series of shocks, along with her tongue, that took him close to the edge of exploding. But he wasn’t ready. “Stop. Bring those up here.”

  She obeyed immediately.

  Straddling him with his engorged cock poised at her entrance, she handed him the clips along with the control. Cass clamped one of her nipples, and then the other. Gazing at her, he watched desire darken her eyes. “You are so damn hot, Harlow.” He pushed the button and she slammed her ass down, taking his entire dick in her pussy. “Fuck me, honey, fuck me hard.”

  Up and down, she took more each time her butt descended on him. She leaned over, allowing him to lick her nipples, suck the pebbled buds and bite them. Every time he pushed the button, a shock zinged his wet lips, making him arch and stab his penis inside her. “Baby, aww shit, Harli,” he mumbled against her breasts, ready to send a load of cum deep in her cunt. “Can you come for me?”

  “God, yes.” Her hips gyrated and he thumbed the button longer, enjoying the tremors causing Harlow to clench his cock inside her and swivel her hips even more. She pressed her breasts to his chest and angled her body to allow her clit to receive stimulation as she rocked back and forth on his shaft. “Cass…unnhhh…hold me…oh-ooh, God!” Cream pushed from her with such force, he needed to abandon the controller and grasp her waist to remain seated in her vagina.

  “Ahh, shit yeah, coming in your pussy!” Castle exploded, sending a jet stream of cum far inside Harlow. “Take it, darlin’, take my seed.” He thrust up and down, sending every drop into her. “Christ, you’re good,” he mumbled. Finished, he pulled her until she lay flat on his chest. “Jesus, Harli.”

  “Hmm,” she purred, her mouth pressed over his heart.

  He ran his fingers through her hair. “You okay?”

  “Very.” She rubbed her nose across his chest. “You smell great.”

  “Such a wonderful toy. Do you use it when you’re alone?”

  She hunched her shoulders.

  “I want to know everything about you.” His lips still tingled from the electric shocks as he raked a hand through her hair. “I want to know what makes you feel good.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. Never be afraid of who you are or what you want.”

  “Like maybe I want more.”

  “We can try anything you desire.” He felt her head shake. “What?”

  “More of you, Cass, more of your time.”

  “As much as you need, darlin’.” Castle Briggs was fucked in more ways than one. He wanted more of Harlow and possibly all of her time. Feeling her heartbeat, he craved tasting her blood.

  Son of a fucking bitch—he felt like a goddamn vampire!

  * * * * *

  Castle spotted Hatch coming out of the restaurant as soon as he parked. His eyes spoke volumes. “What?”

  He came to a stop between their bikes. “You spent the whole night with her?”

  Shaking his head, he peered at his beta. “Harlow’s not up for discussion. Now or ever.”

  “It’s like that, huh?”

  “What’s up, Gris?”

  “You only call me that when you’re pissed. Anyway, two pups got into a scuffle last night and changed in the parking lot.”

  “Great.”

  “I locked them in the storeroom.”

  “And?” He scowled at Hatch.

  He shrugged. “They broke the window and vanished.”

  “Vanished?”

  “We’ve been unable to pick up their scent anywhere after they crossed the ravine.”

  “Goddamn it.” Cass didn’t need this shit. He wanted to take Harlow to Joshua Tree and she’d be here any minute. “Who’s searching?”

  “Those available. Last night most headed to Big Bear to cool off and have a bit of fun.”

  Fun meant taking down a few deer to relieve their animalistic tendencies, fuck a lot, have a few drinks, and fuck some more. Cass expected it and sometimes he forced them to go into the mountains or desert. Especially the rowdier dogs. They always came back calmer and more submissive. “Is it possible they connected with another group and rode along?”

  Hatch scratched his head. “Shit, anything’s possible.” He leaned his hip against his motorcycle. “Teenagers.”

  Harlow picked that moment to drive into the lot and swerve into a space near them. When she got out, Cass grunted. She wore a pair of black jeans, which appeared painted on her ass, and her tiny white top didn’t come close to covering her toned midriff. A perfect outfit for a hot day in the desert, not so perfect for Castle or the animal doing somersaults beneath his skin. Damn if he wanted to leave her to her own devices looking as she did. “Darlin’, plans have changed.”

  “You don’t want to go?”

  “Something’s come up.”

  She glanced at Hatch and then back at Castle. “Can I help?”

  “Business.” Shit, if he took her anywhere near the wolves dressed like that, and smelling of sex, the whole fucking pack… Wait, maybe she could help. “How would you like to make a run up to Big Bear instead of Joshua Tree?”

  “If I’m with you, I don’t care where we go.”

  Hatch emitted a long, low whistle and Castle smacked the back of his head. “Cut that shit out, man.”

  “What?”

  “What my ass, don’t whistle at her.” He glared at his friend, a wolf he’d grown up beside and would trust with his life. “In fact, don’t even look at her.”

  “Easy, boss, I got other plans.” His eyes still danced over Harlow’s body and his nostrils flared. “You take her into those mountains the pack will be all over you. Can you handle that?”

  “It’s what I’m hoping. They’ll find us.” He grinned and slapped the beta on his back. “Can you handle it ’cause your plans just changed.”

  “Fuck me.”

  Locating the pups was imperative. Not unlike teenage children, they were full of piss and vinegar, and on their own, they could get into quite a mess. “Who was sitting?”

  Both men turned when the door opened and a gangly young man headed their way.

  “Shit.” Cass understood now why the pups got out of control in the first place. He turned to Hatch. “Whose idea to leave Watts tending pups?” Not much more than a teenager himself and experimenting with his maleness, Watts was unable to keep his eyes or paws off t
he she-wolves. A few of them had bitten him pretty badly, leaving him to lick wounds in a hidden room behind the restaurant.

  “Everyone else was gone.”

  “Next time, someone else stays, got it? Let’s go.” He turned to Watts and said, “Do you think you can keep an eye on the place until we return? Or should I send a familiar to handle things?” Over the years Castle had built a small network of human familiars consisting mostly of police officers. They had no problem lending a hand when needed.

  “I can do it.”

  Remembering his own days growing up, he empathized with the youngster. “Call me if anything unusual crops up. The restaurant will take care of itself.” He’d hired a huge staff more than capable of running the kitchen and dining room. “You take care of the pups left here. No women, Watts, do you understand?”

  “I got it, Cass.”

  “Get your ass back inside and stay there.” He pivoted and grabbed Harlow’s hand. “Ready?”

  A grin split her face. “I’m always ready.” She leaned and sniffed his neck. “For you.”

  The innuendo put a glint in Hatch’s brown eyes and Castle stopped him in his tracks. “Say anything and I’ll chew your nuts off.” His friend’s good-humored laughter made him feel better.

  Until he wondered at Harlow’s increased ability to smell.

  * * * * *

  Witnessing Castle with pack mates allowed Harlow to understand why he was dominant. It was in the man’s as well as the animal’s genes. Thank God she reaped the benefits. Last night he’d touched her just right, took her to heights of eroticism she never thought possible. She hoped she gave him a similar experience. She had no plans for the weekend; therefore, when he asked her to accompany him to Joshua Tree today she had jumped at the chance of more time in his company.

  He proffered a helmet and Harlow declined as she climbed behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She wanted to feel the wind in her hair and she trusted him to keep her safe. Hatch had taken the lead from the Valley and as they wound up the highway toward Palmdale, she rested her head on Cass’s back. Talking was out of the question with all the wind and traffic. She contented herself with touching him all over, his nipples, his cock, everywhere she could put her hands.