Knocked Up by His Werewolf Dom [Lone Wolf Pack 2]

by Anya Byrne

  "Then let me love you, Jessie," Andreas said. "All you have to do is say yes, and I'll show you what a true Dom-sub relationship can be like."

  Jessie met Andreas's bright blue eyes and said. "Yes."

  The moment he said the word something shifted in Andreas's stance and his gaze. From the understanding man that had listen to Jessie's story and kissed his forehead, Andreas turned into a...predator. Jessie didn't have any other word for it, although even that was probably a poor descriptor. His lover was Master Andreas now, and there was no going around that.

  When Master Andreas reached for the cuffs again, Jessie didn't try to fight him. He shivered a bit as the Dom snapped the cuffs around his wrists, but it helped that his master took it slowly. And he was so close to Jessie now, so impossibly close that Jessie's nostrils were invaded by his intoxicating, delicious scent. God, he loved that smell. It was wild and virile, all man, and it aroused Jessie like the strongest of opiates. Before he knew it, he was immobilized against the headboard, his hands now trapped in the cuffs.

  Master Andreas left the bed and Jessie watched him with curiosity and anxiety as he waited for the Dom to decide his fate. Oddly, the cuffs didn't feel scary anymore, and in fact, the feel of them just whetted Jessie's appetite. When his Dom returned, he was carrying a simple, black blindfold, which really didn't answer any of Jessie's questions. He wanted to ask, and more than anything he wanted to feel his Dom's touch, but he was at his master's mercy now. He could do nothing but lie there as Master Andreas wrapped the blindfold tightly around his eyes.

  Master Andreas's hands were suddenly on his body, mapping every inch of him. Rough, yet gentle, they explored him, tracing the lines of his jaw, brushing against his lips, then going lower down, over his neck and collarbone. The man seemed some sort of artist who wanted to get acquainted with Jessie's body in the most intimate way possible. And when he reached Jessie's nipples, Jessie couldn't help but arch his back and moan. He'd always loved to have his nipples played with, something Jake had once exploited to his full advantage, and sometimes not in the most pleasant of ways.

  The memory might have thrown Jessie, but he couldn't really focus on it, not with Master Andreas's fingers doing sinful things to him. The Dom pinched and rubbed Jessie's nipples, sometimes wickedly rough with him, other times, comforting. He actually lowered his mouth over Jessie's tormented buds, soothing the sting with his tongue—before biting down on the bits of flesh. Every touch unavoidably pulsed straight into Jessie's cock, awakening every single nerve ending in his body, driving him wild with lust.

  When Master Andreas's touch disappeared, Jessie couldn't help but cry out in protest. He felt the other man's absence with such impossible acuteness, that he couldn't imagine how he'd ever lived without him. Fortunately, Master Andreas didn't seem inclined to go anywhere. He remained right there, next to Jessie. Jessie might not be able to see him, but he could still somehow feel his burning gaze as it roamed over Jessie's body.

  His complete focus on his craving for Master Andreas distracted him so much that when the cool metal gripped his tormented nipples, his breath caught and he tensed ever so slightly. The feeling passed as the sensation settled in, and Jessie breathed through the waves of pleasure-pain as the wicked teeth of what seemed to be a nipple clamp abused the already raw buds.

  When the second nipple clamp was attached and the cold chain between them fell over Jessie's belly, Jessie feared that he might disappoint his master. His cock throbbed with the need to climax, and he bit the inside of his cheek to push back some of his urgency so that he wouldn't come without permission. It was impossibly hard—no pun intended—and when Master Andreas's hand landed on his dick, Jessie couldn't help but release a moan of distress.

  He strained against the padded cuffs, wanting to plead to be allowed a climax, but knowing he couldn't. Master Andreas jacked him off for a few moments, rubbing his thumb over Jessie's cock head. And then, the chain on Jessie's belly moved and the pull of the nipple clamps tightened. Jessie hissed, but the sound turned into a choked cry as Master Andreas expertly slid a cock ring around his prick.

  The rigid hold of the metal did nothing to put a damper on Jessie's libido, but it did help with keeping Jessie's orgasm in check. That was probably a good thing because the chain linking the nipple clamps to the cock ring put increasing pressure on his tender buds. The beautiful delicious pain was slowly wrapping Jessie in a comfortable cocoon, separating him from all reality outside this moment, and he didn't want it to ever end.

  Master Andreas murmured something Jessie couldn't quite understand, and the next thing Jessie knew, the other man pressed their mouths together. It was the first real kiss he and his master shared, which was maybe ironic, given the fact that Jessie had already surrendered to the Dom and confessed his deepest, darkest secrets. For some reason, though, it made sense. Often, kisses could be more intimate than raw, simple sex. They meant something. They meant emotion, and in this liplock, Jessie could read the feelings already building in his heart.

  He gasped, and Master Andreas took advantage of the offered opportunity to plunge his tongue into Jessie's wet cavern. Jessie found himself devoured, completely claimed by the other man. This was no simple kiss, but a way for Master Andreas to brand him as his own. Right then and there, Jessie couldn't bring himself to mind.

  In fact, Jessie simply couldn't get enough of his master's taste and his passion. When Master Andreas broke away, their separation felt physically painful. He instinctively tried to reach for his Dom, but the cuffs held him back. Ironically, Jessie had the feeling that he might have freed himself if he'd truly wanted to, but Master Andreas tsked in disapproval. "Your pleasure is mine, pretty. Remember that."

  The words might have been chastising, but the tone wasn't. Still, Jessie settled down and accepted the natural course of things. Master Andreas was right. Jessie's will, his pleasure, his body, his very sense of self no longer belonged to him, but to his Dom. The deep connection that came from that surrender made him crave Master Andreas's touch even more, but Jessie trusted his Dom to give him everything he wanted and needed. It was just so hard. His last experience with the lifestyle seemed ages ago, and his body was starved for affection, for the caress of a true Dom.

  Thankfully, Master Andreas took pity on him and didn't leave him hanging for long. "Spread your legs for me, pretty," the Dom said.

  Jessie did, his heart beating so fast now it threatened to shoot out of his chest. Yes, he'd finally get what he'd wanted from the very first moment he'd seen the Dom. He'd finally feel Master Andreas inside him.

  In his enthusiasm, he lifted his legs and exposed his hole as best he could. It wasn't exactly what Master Andreas had told him to do, but Jessie hoped that he'd be allowed to bend the rules a little. The initiative earned him a tug on the chain, which made his nipples throb painfully. "Eager, aren't you?" Master Andreas asked. "You're such a clever little sub." His lips brushed over Jessie's in the ghost of a kiss. "Don't worry, Jessie. I'll give you what you want."

  Jessie had no idea how the Dom could so fluidly pass through roles and he didn't even get the chance to process the gentle promise. Master Andreas's fingers returned to torture his body, but this time, they zeroed in on his ass hole. The Dom rubbed his dry thumb over Jessie's opening, making Jessie shudder with anticipation and lust. When Master Andreas slowly tested his pucker, the burn was too much to endure. Writhing in the claws of a passion he couldn't contain, Jesse begged, "Please… Master, please. Fuck me."

  Just like that, Master Andreas's stopped touching him. It wasn't the first time the Dom had done that, but for some reason, Jessie felt it was different. He should have held his tongue. He shouldn't have asked for what he wanted, because it wasn't his desires that mattered. It didn't work that way. Jake had told him once and Jessie hadn't believed him, but apparently, all this time, he'd been right.

  Master Andreas even removed Jessie's blindfold and guided Jessie's legs down. Jessie kept his eyes stubbornly shut as he
struggled with accepting his obvious failure. But of course, he couldn't deny the obvious forever. "Open your eyes, Jessie," his Dom said.

  Jessie complied, because no matter how horrible he might be as a true submissive, his body simply couldn't resist following Master Andreas's commands. "Now listen closely. You're afraid. You're doubting yourself, and that's completely normal. Here's what I want you to do. I want you to look into my eyes when I take you. I want you to see my face. I want you to know that I'm here for you and I won't ever leave you. Can you do that for me?"

  Jessie sniffed and answered, "Yes, Master Andreas."

  Master Andreas's acceptance seemed to be good to be true, but when Jessie looked into the other man's eyes, he finally dared to truly believe. Master Andreas wasn't Jake. That much had been obvious from the very beginning. But something existed between them, something both of them felt, something that not even the clouds of Jessie's past could destroy.

  He'd told himself that he would trust Master Andreas. Then why was he second guessing everything? He needed to stop, believe and surrender. That was it. Simple.

  Finding refuge in that thought, Jessie smiled. Master Andreas smiled back, and then that gentle twist of lips turned into a wicked smirk. He reached for the nightstand and retrieved a bottle of lubricant already waiting there. He squirted a generous amount of the liquid onto his fingers and reached for Jessie's opening. Jessie watched him with avid eyes. In a way, he was glad that Master Andreas had removed the blindfold. While he appreciated the freedom it could provide, he needed to see this, to see Master Andreas, just so that he could truly be sure this wasn't a dream.

  Master Andreas inserted one slick finger into Jessie's opening. Jessie moaned, straining against the cuffs as he tried to push back against the digit. Master Andreas's free hand landed on his hip, squeezing lightly. In the gesture, Jessie read reassurance and he breathed through his lust, forcing his body to relax and accept what was being given. Even as a second finger joined the first, Jessie kept watching Master Andreas. His heart still raced, and his skin sizzled with lust, but for some reason, with every second that passed, that passion melted into the peace Jessie had been looking for, a peace that had been denied to him for too long. He moaned when Master Andreas brushed his digits over his prostate, but he didn't think anyone could have blamed him for that.

  Master Andreas scissored his fingers inside Jessie, stretching his channel, preparing him for a deeper, more fulfilling penetration. He was maddeningly thorough with it, and he took forever with the process, as if he found a particular brand of pleasure in torturing Jessie like this. When Master Andreas finally pulled his digits out of Jessie's channel, Jessie could have sobbed in relief.

  He didn't, because he was too busy admiring Master Andreas as the Dom finally took his clothes off. The man seemed crafted from divine cloth, all sleek muscle and hot, virile male. If Jessie hadn't been bound, he'd have loved to trace the lines of his six pack with his tongue. And damn, Master Andreas's dick seemed even more magnificent now that in the auditorium. Was that even possible? Jessie didn't know. The only thing he was absolutely certain of was that he needed to feel all that hot, muscular form on top of him, and that long, prick fucking him.

  Master Andreas had other ideas. Now naked, he brought a long, slender dildo to the bed. He slicked up the toy with more lubricant and placed it against Jessie's opening. Jessie would have complained—he wanted Master Andreas's cock, not a substitute—but he'd thrown all caution to the wind now, and he knew that, in time, the Dom would give him everything and anything.

  For all his resolve, Jessie couldn't keep his mouth shut. When the blunt head of the toy slid past his opening, Jessie groaned. "Ah, yes... More. Master Andreas... Please."

  This time, his Dom didn't chastise him for it. Instead, he said, "That's it, pretty. Scream for me. I want to hear you beg. Scream and moan and plead. Show me how much you need me."

  Being given permission to do that was a gift Jessie hadn't expected. Jake had always hated hearing him. Whenever they'd been in bed together, he'd gagged Jessie, and he always said a sub's job was to shut up and take it. But Master Andreas wasn't like that, and his words shattered a barrier inside Jessie that he hadn't even known was there.

  He did scream then. He begged and pleaded and blurted out a million things which he couldn't understand himself. Master Andreas began thrusting the dildo in and out of him, expertly hitting Jessie's prostate with it, and it felt so good, yet so wrong, so perfect, but not enough. The feeling of fullness, the burn and the carnal pleasure Master Andreas coaxed out of him were only matched by Jessie's need to experience it all over again, when his Dom's dick finally pierced him. He moved against the dildo as much as he could, and his thrashing made the chain connected to his nipple clamps pull harder against his flesh. Jessie's entire sense of self became focused on the ecstasy Master Andreas awoke within him.

  Finally, the Dom pulled the toy out of Jessie and left it aside on the bed. He crawled between Jessie's legs and lifted them on his shoulders. At last, he positioned his massive dick at Jessie's opening. A few heartbeats later, he slid inside.

  It was like being in heaven and hell at the same time. As Master Andreas penetrated him, time seemed to slow, and a surreal, paradoxical state of mind settled over Jessie. With every deliciously excruciating inch of his Dom's dick, Jessie fell deeper and deeper into an abyss of pleasure he never wanted to escape. It hurt—it couldn't not hurt, given Master Andreas's more than generous girth—but Jessie wouldn't have had it any other way. The burn in his ass just added to the cocktail of sensation. It made him feel that his Dom was truly branding him from the inside out, with his passion, with his lust, with his body. And yet, even with all the carnal rapture assaulting every inch of him, it was the emotion that Jessie saw in Master Andreas's eyes that sealed the deal. As his Dom fully impaled him on that magnificent prick, Jessie never once looked away from the other man's face, and not necessarily because he'd been commanded to. Those feelings that he read in Master Andreas's eyes resonated against Jessie's own heart, and they were so clear, so loud, in spite of the roaring of the blazing fire of their passion.

  For a few moments, Master Andreas stilled inside him, giving Jessie time to adjust to the penetration. The sound of their ragged breaths was the only thing breaking the silence in the room, and in those instants, Jessie felt like he could gladly lose himself to this man, and in this man, without regretting it. He wasn't afraid anymore. Every fiber of his being screamed that the two of them were meant to be.

  Eventually, when Master Andreas pulled out of him and thrust back inside, those feelings melted, converged and finally flared into the unavoidable explosion of passion. Jessie held onto his restraints, screaming, "Andreas... Master... Sir... Yes! Oh, God... Yes!"

  To Jessie's credit, his Dom seemed just as affected by their union as Jessie himself. Growling like a wild animal, he started fucking Jessie in earnest, shoving his dick in and out of Jessie's ass at an almost-punishing pace. With every passing second, he moved harder and faster, a grimace of near-pain on his handsome, stern face, as if he couldn't get deeper inside Jessie no matter what he did. Jessie just hung on for the ride, trying to anchor himself in the cuffs and distantly hoping that he'd still have a voice by the time this ended.

  Only, he never wanted it to end. The pleasure, the pain, the way Master Andreas's prick filled Jessie to the brim—it was all absolute perfection, and Jessie wanted to freeze himself in this moment forever, to not be forced to keep on living. The nearly agonizing pressure in his balls, the angry arousal permeating ever single atom in his body made him feel like he'd somehow transcended the identity of the man he'd been before entering this room. And throughout it all, Master Andreas's gaze followed his every move, so deep it seemed molten gold.

  Finally, just when Jessie thought things couldn't possibly get any better, Master Andreas buried his dick one more time inside him in a particularly vicious thrust that unerringly hit his prostate. At the same time, he lowered h
is head over Jessie's neck and bit down. His hand slid between their bodies and released Jessie's dick from the cock ring.

  The bliss that exploded over Jessie seemed to have no beginning and no end. It was like the birth and death of a star all wrapped into one, a supernova of ecstasy that swallowed Jessie whole, relentlessly crushing any remnants of self-restraint he might have had. He no longer knew where he ended and where his Dom began, and he never wanted to find out. It was a beautiful moment, or maybe an age, during which Jessie understood what it was truly like to love someone without barriers, what it meant to have a soul mate.

  Alas, not even something so perfect could last forever. As Jessie descended from his climax, he found himself lying on the bed, his hands now free from the padded cuffs. His Dom spooned him from behind, his dick still inside Jessie, the puffy head of his prick brushing against Jessie's prostate. "That was amazing, Jessie," Andreas whispered in his ear. "You're amazing. Don't you ever forget that."

  Jessie didn't know if that was true or not, but Andreas certainly made him feel that way. His libido flared back to life and he squeezed his ass muscles around Andreas's dick. "I have a notoriously bad memory," he said. "Why don't you remind me?"

  Chapter Three

  Much later, Andreas lay in bed next to Jessie and struggled to make sense of this twist in his life. He had no idea what he was doing. He'd come to this city to investigate a possible leak of information regarding his species. His pack was concerned about the rumors of Saul Simmons taking a human mate, and what that meant for all of them.

  It had taken Andreas some time, but going on just a bare-bones description and a first name, he'd identified Saul's mate as one Gavin Price, guidance councilor for one of the most popular private high schools in the city.

  Taking a human as a mate wasn't forbidden by law, and so, neither Andreas nor anyone else could keep Saul from sharing his true nature with Gavin. But that didn't mean Gavin couldn't indirectly become a problem for the secrecy of their kind. The key to finding out the truth was Jessie Orwell, Gavin's best friend.